Rookie Baek Jaesung 7
Rina extended her hand forward, summoning a long chain. A crack like a thin fissure split the air, and from the gap emerged a pitch-black chain.
Ching!
The chain moved with the fluid grace of a living serpent, its target Jaesung.
It shattered the air and lunged at him in less than half a second—a strike as swift and sudden as a gunshot.
'Her speed's leaped up dramatically.'
Jaesung appraised Rina's ability as he dodged the attack. The thick black chain was so glaringly visible, like a black cock—perfect visibility made evasion a breeze from the defender's side.
Of course, dodging Rina's chain once didn't end it. It twisted mid-air, targeting him again with the tenacity of a viper.
"One more!"
A rift cracked open above Rina's right shoulder, and from there, six more fissures appeared around her.
Pitch-black chains burst from each rift. Rina's chains intelligently occupied the space around Jaesung, like a pack of grotesque vipers hunting in unison.
Originally, Chain Disaster was a boss-killer ability specialized for one-on-one fights. In this spar, it favored Rina immensely—at least in terms of raw ability. If her opponent weren't Jaesung.
"Holy Gauntlet."
Jaesung wrapped his fists in gloves of light. He had options to counter Rina's assault—deflect with Holy Missile, slash with Light Saber. But he chose the most brute-force method.
Thud! Thud!
He clapped his gauntleted hands together, producing a menacing sound. Rina grinned and spoke up.
"Whip versus fist? This seems way too in my favor, don't you think?"
"You think? They say even bare-handed, a ground-dweller can catch a viper. I've got gloves on, so I'm even better off."
Clang!
Jaesung's hand, encased in the light gauntlet, seized Rina's chain. The black chain promptly coiled around his arm. At a glance, it looked like he'd offered his limb willingly. But Jaesung swung the ensnared arm wildly.
Cling! Cling! Cling! Cling!
He whipped the taut chain around his arm to bat away the others. A fist was a point; a chain, a line. Lines blocked lines.
"Over here!"
Rina yanked the chain binding Jaesung's arm toward herself. But he slammed his other hand down on it. With a loud twang!, the chain snapped like a severed bowstring under tension, whipping upward.
Rina thrust her hand toward Jaesung.
"Chain Prison!"
Rifts tore open around him from all sides, unleashing a torrent of black chains aimed at his body. The omnidirectional assault made evasion far trickier than the previous strikes.
Yet Jaesung slipped through with ease—not with speed, but skill. Compared to Han Kangwoo's ambushes, Rina's chains might as well telegraphed their paths. The rifts in the air gave away their trajectories.
'She's gotten ridiculously strong.'
Rina bit her lip.
The bundle of chains Jaesung had dodged now enclosed him like a prison. Chain Prison was a crowd-control bind meant to restrain foes.
Jaesung looked trapped like a rat in a cage, but for some reason, Rina couldn't relax. No flimsy jail like this could hold him.
"Rina, not bad at all!"
As Rina sensed Jaesung's growth, he felt hers in return. Her handling of the ability was on another level now—far more adept than before. And the power boost went without saying.
Suddenly, a mischievous idea struck Jaesung.
"Eek! What the hell?"
"Can't you tell? Stripping."
Jaesung shed his clothes. He was a master at undressing without an audience.
In one second flat, he was buck naked, shaking his hips to swing his massive cock. Rina's ears flushed red at his vulgar display.
Jaesung's crass antics weren't new, but they never failed to shock her.
Truth be told, Rina didn't hate this side of him.
Jaesung was honest to a fault, unfiltered about his desires. Rina preferred filthy truth over pristine hypocrisy.
"That's cheating. You're trying to mess with my head, right?"
Jaesung grinned slyly at her words. A light sword materialized in his right hand. He sliced through Rina's chain prison with effortless swings.
Slash! Slash!
The cage shattered without holding him even a moment. Rina swallowed hard.
"Heh! Wonder what happens if I catch you?"
She knew without asking.
"Who says you'll catch me!?"
"Let's see you resist."
Gripping his light sword, Jaesung charged. Rina calmly summoned chains to block his path.
Having grown used to his nudity, Rina stared him down without flinching. Not that it had zero effect—his swinging cock with every move was plenty distracting.
True Position Swap
True KHC - Position Swap 3Lv (B-rank)
↳ Consumes internal energy to leave an afterimage while evading enemy attacks.
In an instant, Jaesung's form blurred. Rina's chains pierced right through him.
The impaled image faded like smoke. Unfazed, Rina scanned her surroundings swiftly.
"Right here!"
Jaesung burst from her left blind spot. But Rina, trained in martial basics by her father since childhood, read the attack through sound, not sight. Using all her senses was second nature.
Jaesung's light saber dissolved into light, reforming as a light gauntlet around his hand.
"Chain Armor!"
A thick chain coiled tightly around Rina's right arm—darker than her others. Light-wrapped fist met chain-clad fist.
Thud!
A straightforward clash of gauntlets. Their fists pushed against each other, straining for dominance.
Crack! Crack!
"Ngh!"
Rina was pushed back, as expected. As a ranged dealer, she was weak up close. She'd trained to compensate, but Jaesung—honed to extremes in body techniques under Han Kangwoo—was leagues ahead. Even setting that aside, his raw strength edged hers out.
Biting her lip, Rina braced her legs against the ground. Pushed back about 30cm, she kicked off and leaped lightly.
First priority: create distance. But Jaesung gave her no such chance.
'Time Acceleration.'
Time slowed. In the stagnating world, Jaesung's senses sharpened to a fever pitch. Rina, leaping back to gain space, seemed to fall right into his grasp.
He preempted her landing spot. She landed squarely in his arms.
"Eek!"
"Heh! Not getting away!"
He'd grabbed her waist. In a normal spar, it sealed her defeat.
"I lost! Let go already!"
"Heh heh. Gotta pay the penalty."
"We never said anything about that."
"Rina, you want this too. You're already soaked down here."
Jaesung teased as he slyly groped her crotch.
"You're pent up, aren't you?"
"Eek! Pervert!"
Rina wore light workout clothes. Jaesung ripped her top clean off.
"Kyaa!"
She let out a cute squeal—side dish to perfection for him. He eyed her modest breasts.
"Rina, your weakness is close quarters. Today, I'll drill that into you."
"Eek! If you go this far, I've got plans too!"
Clinging to him, Rina wrapped her arms around his neck, leveraging her weight. A technique from her father resurfaced: guillotine choke.
"Not on my watch!"
Ignoring the choke, Jaesung roughly grabbed her slim ass and tore off her shorts too. Her panties shredded along with them.
Rina bit her lip.
"It's showtime!"
Jaesung yanked her ass cheeks apart with both hands. Her buttocks spread wide sideways.
Strength drained from Rina's choking arms—not from pain, but pleasure. Her body, tamed by Jaesung, reflexively leaked juices.
'Ugh! What the hell is this body doing!?'
She reeled inwardly. But her pussy, ignoring her brain, prepped to welcome him. Jaesung jabbed a finger into her anus.
"Kee!"
Her stance collapsed completely. She slumped fully into his hold, arms limp around his neck.
Seizing the moment, Jaesung spun her 180 degrees—now carrying her from behind. His arms locked her thighs like a chair.
"Rina, look over here."
He headed to the training room wall with its full-body mirror, voice impish.
"How do we look naked? Hot, right?"
He spread her legs fully. Rina assumed a humiliating M-leg position—stark naked, every shred of clothing torn away.
"Th-this pose..."
It was odd. Nudity during sex with Jaesung was nothing new. She'd even enjoyed bold romps like his other women. But today, the position felt shamefully exposing.
She knew why: the spar's unique thrill birthed fresh ecstasy. Excitement from the unfamiliar.
Jaesung rubbed his rock-hard cock against her ass, right below her labia. Rina gulped.
"What do you want right now?"
"Hng... Sex..."
Her voice dripped shame. Jaesung savored it—a tone she rarely let slip.
"Then how should I do it?"
"... Pound my little pussy mercilessly with that massive cock of yours."