Rookie: Baek Jaesung 22
She was being blackmailed. A chill ran down Jang Hana's spine. It was a terror fundamentally different from the fear she'd felt battling monsters—like a noose slowly tightening around her throat.
What should she do? The man's demands were crystal clear. He wanted her body.
Jang Hana was no slouch in the looks department. Even without the halo of being a dungeon hunter, she turned heads wherever she went. She'd fielded plenty of confessions because of it.
But a guy openly leering at her body like this? That was a first. Most men hid that shit behind a polite facade.
A man's sticky gaze couldn't be concealed, no matter how hard they tried. That's why Jang Hana was used to it.
Of course, familiarity didn't make it any less disgusting. She'd started dating her current boyfriend, Kim Seonwook, precisely because he didn't fixate on her body like other guys.
Jang Hana glanced at Jaesung's rock-hard cock. It was like a goddamn python. Miles bigger than Kim Seonwook's—nothing to compare. Her cheeks flushed as she averted her eyes.
"This isn't right."
Gathering her courage, Jang Hana spoke up. Normally, she'd be screaming bloody murder. What Jaesung was doing was straight-up criminal. She knew that much.
"Hm. So you've got some sense of responsibility after all."
Jaesung's voice dripped with disinterest. Her body reacted to it involuntarily. He gazed down at her with a blank expression.
"N-no, that's not it. This has nothing to do with responsibility."
He was just preying on her weakness, tormenting her like a bully. She couldn't bring herself to say it outright, but that's what she thought.
"Anyway, I'll handle things my way. Once we clear this dungeon, I'll report everything to the Hunter Association."
His words drained the color from Jang Hana's face. She finally understood what it meant for blood to run cold. Trembling, she begged.
"Please, don't. I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
Jaesung grinned wickedly. Now she saw it—the depths of his sleaziness and malice. But she was already trapped in his web, like a fly with no escape.
"Y-yes…."
"Then suck it."
His tone shifted. In that moment, Jang Hana realized their relationship had been redefined.
She crawled toward Jaesung on all fours, inching closer.
Jaesung watched her face. Terror mixed with a cocktail of emotions: raw fear, sorrow at betraying her boyfriend, despair at her predicament, rage at him.
He savored each one like a multi-course meal. It was exquisite.
"Um… if I suck it, will you forgive me?"
Her mind was shot, judgment clouded by exhaustion and overload.
Jaesung stared into space, replying casually.
"Every action you take will work in your favor."
"P-promise?"
He hadn't promised jack shit, but she twisted it to suit her hopes. Squeezing her eyes shut, she rationalized.
Just once. To cover my mistake, just this once…. We won't cross paths after we get out anyway….
She brought her face to his cock. It wasn't her first time sucking dick—she'd done it once for her boyfriend.
But after realizing it wasn't the blissful porn fantasy, she'd never done it again. Seonwook never pushed for it either.
At least it's just oral. Doesn't count as cheating….
Her psyche kicked into defense mode. Oral or vaginal, cheating was cheating. Though under blackmail, it was a gray area.
Grasping his cock with both hands, she maneuvered it toward her mouth.
Jaesung's was thick as hell. No contest with Kim Seonwook's. Even visually, it dwarfed him—Seonwook's was maybe index and middle finger combined. Jaesung's wouldn't fit in a toilet paper roll.
It's twitching.
And it felt alive. It pulsed faintly at her touch—something Seonwook's never did.
Her heart pounded. Fear? Arousal? Fury? She couldn't tell.
She leaned in, lips parting slowly. Just before they brushed the head, Jaesung tapped her forehead.
"Hold up."
A flicker of hope—maybe he'd stop. But no.
"Smell it first."
His demand blindsided her. "Smell it?"
"Yeah. Sniff my cock first."
No room to refuse. At least it wasn't hard. Hell, on the verge of sucking it, sniffing was nothing—might even shorten the ordeal.
She lifted her face, eyes still closed. Her nose tip met his glans.
What’s this weird smell….
It was unique. Sweet-salty-spicy? Nothing in her twenty-plus years of sniffing matched it. But it wasn't bad—addictive, even intoxicating.
Strange. My tension's easing….
Not floral. Opposite direction entirely. Yet it melted the rigidity from her tensed muscles.
She focused on inhaling, body lowering unbidden along his shaft. After savoring the tip, she sniffed the shaft.
Fainter than the head, but another elusive note lingered.
Visually, his cock was a spectrum. Glans red end; fading to orange toward the shaft, like a rainbow gradient.
Did cocks always smell this good?
She'd rarely sniffed one—once with Seonwook, and it hadn't impressed. What made Jaesung different? Puzzled, she kept sniffing down the shaft to his balls.
His sack was hefty, fitting his size. Her nose traced the wrinkled skin.
"Fucking heaven."
Jaesung's mutter snapped her back.
What the hell was she doing?
Like possessed. This was real betrayal. Panicking, she opened her mouth.
"Um… can I start now?"
If unavoidable, face it head-on. Better to end it quick. Letting go eased her mind.
Guys cum once and done….
Get him off once, escape this. Logical for a civilian.
Jaesung swept her side hair behind her ear with his left hand, fiddling her lobe.
Gentle, considerate—clashing with his earlier vibe. She felt oddly cared for.
No!
Steeled herself. He was scum blackmailing her. Hurry and finish.
"S-sucking now."
Before he replied, she engulfed him. His massive cock filled her mouth unlike Seonwook's. Shocked by the fullness, she worked her tongue to make him cum fast.
Her technique sucked—robotic bobs, teeth grazing awkwardly. No pleasure there.
Jaesung hadn't expected pro-level anyway, so no big letdown.
He could've coached her, but let her flail. Enjoyed the amateur struggle—rare sight soon.
"Guhk! Guhk! Guhk! Guhk!"
Five minutes of mechanical motion. He didn't twitch.
Time to play. Grabbing her head, he shoved deeper.
"Gurk!"
She gasped. His cockhead nudged her throat.
Two shocks: its overwhelming presence, and the sweet taste flooding her mouth.
Unique flavor matched the scent—unlike Seonwook's blandness.
This smell, this taste. What the fuck? Real cock?
He used her mouth like a toy.
"Don't graze with teeth."
Even mid-violation, she caught it. Opened wider, tongue cradling the head. Jaw ached, but ignored.
Jaesung jerked off with her improved mouth. Five minutes in, he felt the build-up. No warning—he erupted.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Semen jetted like hot piss. Sticky fluid filled her; she knew instantly.
Semen smell…. Totally different.
No fishy reek. Faint hint, but pleasant. Intoxicating like his cock. Unbidden, she swallowed—instinct.
"Haa…."
Hot breath escaped her mouth.