Irresistible Commands and Demonic Glances
Rookie: Baek Jaesung 24
A low, commanding tone spat out a single word. Jang Hana felt an irresistible magic in that one phrase. It was as if some unknowable power hidden in his words was squeezing her body tight.
"What're you doing? Not stripping?"
Jaesung issued the order to Jang Hana once more. Why couldn't she muster any will to resist that voice? It was truly bizarre.
It felt like some device had been implanted inside her that made it impossible to reject his voice. It was a metaphorical expression, but it was literally true. Pleasure—a device of that nature—had been implanted in Jang Hana's body by Jaesung. And because of it, her flesh had already surrendered to him completely.
Jang Hana flashed a sly smile at Yeonji, who was watching her. This man named Baek Jaesung didn't hide his sleaziness even in front of his own party member—a woman, no less.
But why was that woman smiling like that? Did she even know what her party member was doing right now?
In this situation that defied all common sense, Jang Hana couldn't help but feel confused.
"There's... someone else here..."
Jang Hana mumbled in a crawling voice. Yet her hands were slowly pulling down her dungeon-exploring pants, loaded with pockets galore.
Jang Hana's cheeks flushed red as if smeared with rouge. Shame oozed from her pursed lips. It was a sight well worth watching. Bowing her head, Jang Hana squeezed her eyes shut and fully lowered her pants.
"Heh heh heh. Looks real pretty. No wonder Jaesung's got his eye on you."
Yeonji stroked Jang Hana's smooth legs. A chill raced up Jang Hana's spine. It was clearly the touch of a slender beauty, but it felt as repulsive as a grope from some forty-year-old creep.
This woman wasn't an innocent bystander. Jang Hana realized Yeonji was cut from the same cloth as Jaesung.
Could she be... a lesbian!?
Yeonji's blatant touch planted that suspicion in Jang Hana's mind. And in truth, Yeonji harbored no particular aversion to women. Once you became Jaesung's woman, resistance to your own gender naturally faded. Opportunities to share intimate bodily conversations were endless.
Of course, that didn't mean she felt romantic love for them. Having no aversion and being in love were entirely different things.
If anything, to Yeonji, Jaesung's other women were family. And the emotions she felt toward them fundamentally resembled familial love.
Yeonji's thick fingers slid toward Jang Hana's panties. They were plain white ones—practical underwear with no frills or patterns. Made from a material that resisted odors even after long wear and boasted excellent moisture absorption.
Am I... about to get taken by a woman!?
Jang Hana couldn't resist Yeonji's touch. It was like being groped by some high-and-mighty figure you couldn't just shove away. Yeonji wasn't technically of higher status, but the current situation had created a strange power dynamic between them.
Yeonji fully stripped off Jang Hana's panties. Her sparsely haired pussy came into view. It already had a visitor inside: a pink rotor. Something Jaesung had installed in her body last night.
"Nice and wet—just perfect. Jaesung, let's hurry. We don't have much time. If we're too late, others might get suspicious."
Yeonji pulled the rotor from Jang Hana's pussy. With a wet squelch, the love-juice-soaked toy popped out. Hanging downward like a pendulum under gravity, it swung back and forth. A droplet of Jang Hana's fluids clung to its tip like another tiny pendulum.
Seeing that, Jaesung smirked and approached her. Jang Hana inwardly sighed in relief.
Thank goodness.
It was a relief it wasn't a woman. The moment that thought crossed her mind, it hit her like a hammer to the head.
Is this really a relief?
Right now, she was about to be fucked by some other guy—not her boyfriend. Was that really something to be relieved about?
Jang Hana grew confused. Why had she instinctively thought it was a relief? Getting taken by that man was the absolute worst, wasn't it? If anything, maybe getting done by a woman would be better than a man?
Thinking it was a relief to be violated by a trashy bastard who exploited her weaknesses— she must be insane.
Complicated thoughts tormented her. But they didn't last long. Because of Jaesung.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Jaesung's fingers, slowly approaching her pussy, teased the entrance. Her pussy lips began parting under his fingers. He only had one hand free, but that wasn't a big issue.
As Jaesung probed her pussy, the semen inside leaked out. The load he'd injected into Jang Hana last night.
"Ah, no!"
Jang Hana let out an unwitting lament. She startled herself with her own words and flinched.
What was "no" supposed to mean? His fingers invading her secret place? Or the semen filling her depths spilling out?
I really have gone mad!
Jang Hana berated herself inwardly. Yet every time Jaesung's fingers stirred her pussy, memories of last night's ecstasy—the pleasure that felt like it would tear her body in half—crept back up.
It was an immense pleasure she'd never experienced before, one she wondered if she'd ever feel again. Not something that could be summed up by the word "pleasure" alone—a complex cocktail of emotions and sensations.
What Jang Hana had felt was a storm of clashing emotions: joy, delight, fulfillment, achievement, euphoria, shivers on one side; sorrow, pathos, loss, repression, disappointment on the other.
She felt disgust toward herself for betraying her boyfriend and drowning in pleasure, yet she reveled in the forbidden thrill it brought. It was a massive shock—and at the same time, a new revelation.
"Hngh...! Hnngh...! Hnngh...! Eugh...! D-don't... do it...!"
Recalling last night's rapture, Jang Hana accepted Jaesung's fingers. Her mouth said no, but her body didn't dodge his hand at all. She could feel her inner walls warmly embracing his fingers, pulsing in rhythm with his movements.
Jaesung enjoyed Jang Hana's cute protests as he prepared the next step. He dropped his pants and pulled out his weapon. His already raging cock was primed for a dive into her pussy. Without a word, he thrust it into her well-loosened hole.
Squelch!
"Hnnngh!"
It felt like being impaled on a spear. In fact, her body now looked magnificently skewered on a large, splendid lance.
Jang Hana desperately stifled her moans. No more whining or resistance. She'd realized that once this man whipped out his cock, she couldn't rebel in the slightest.
Jaesung came once inside Jang Hana's pussy, then pulled away from her. Yeonji slipped her panties back on over the dripping semen.
Jaesung gave Yeonji's pussy one more refreshing load, then pulled up his pants.
"The others'll be waiting. Let's go. Heh heh. Might smell a bit."
Yeonji said that while patting Jang Hana's ass. Jang Hana bowed her flushed face in shame.
The three returned to the group together.
"Hana, you okay? You look pale."
Seonuk said, looking at Jang Hana.
"Huh? What's that smell? Something sweet and nutty..."
"L-let's go! Hurry and head out!"
Jang Hana shouted in a panic, her own foot burning.
The main monsters in the cave were variants of Evil Bats. Normal Evil Bats were weaklings even 10-rank dungeon hunters could take down, but the variants here were tricky as hell.
The most annoying part was their numbers. They never came in small groups. Every time we passed a narrow passage in the cave, we had to deal with over a hundred Evil Bat variants.
Our party's pace naturally slowed. But we didn't feel rushed. Kim Seonuk, overseeing both parties, prioritized maximum safety.
"The difficulty's definitely spiked since our first run."
He muttered with a worried look, glancing at me—or rather, my right arm. I was still feigning the poison effect. No one could see through my Lv. 4 smoke.
"Good thing your party's so strong, Jaesung."
Our party was clearly superior to Kim Seonuk's. Their average rank was 8-rank. Ours was average 8-rank too, but accurately measured, we'd all be at least 7-rank or higher.
Dungeon hunter ranks combined skill and achievements, so low rank didn't always mean weak. Of course, higher rank generally meant stronger.
Kim Seonuk's party had clocked that our skills blatantly outclassed theirs. You can't hide a sharp awl in a sack. Fighting side-by-side made it easy to judge who was superior.
"Hold up."
Yeonji, at the front, halted the group. Ahead was a passage bent like a ㄱ.
I activated Darkness Radar. It pinged something else. Not Evil Bat variants.
Those swarmed like schools of fish. This was just five signatures.
"Footsteps."
At Yeonji's words, everyone readied for combat. Could be another party or bipedal monsters. In dungeons, always prep for the worst. The footsteps grew closer.
"People!?"
A voice called first from the other side. Kim Seonuk replied.
"Yes! People!"
His voice echoed. From the opposite bend emerged a man with bulging, colorful muscles.
Obvious tank type. Bright yellow blond hair, gold necklace around his neck pulsing faint mana—likely a special item from monster byproducts.
"Fancy meeting another party here."
He grinned amiably. We relaxed. Four more dungeon hunters followed him.
"Nice to meet you. Name's Do Byeongseok."
"Kim Seonuk. We're heading out. Small world."
The leaders exchanged names. But it rang a bell.
Do Byeongseok? Sounds familiar.
Flitting between worlds crammed my head with info, hard to sort. Not a common name, though.
As I racked my brain, our eyes met. Something about his gaze rubbed me wrong. I sensed hostility in how he looked at me.
Glare? At me?
Not strangers, clearly. And not on friendly terms.
Do Byeongseok's eyes left my face. His expression smoothed, but I knew he saw me as an enemy.
"Oppa. That's the guy."
Jisu tapped my back and whispered.
"That guy?"
"Y'know, Exster Clan. That clan's master."
Her words jogged my memory. Do Byeongseok ran Exster Clan.
Exster had once ranked 52nd in Korea's clans. But it was a Demonic clan full of Demonic humans. They'd tried to PK me to recruit Jisu; I turned the tables on them.
"Heard on the news they got hammered by the Association and government after that PK incident. Illegal stuff surfaced, clan's in bad shape. Executives even got dungeon entry bans."
Dungeon bans were heavy Association punishment—basically confiscating a hunter's livelihood.
"Huh? Then how's he here?"
"Association-led raids like this let banned hunters in. Probably why."
I nodded at Jisu's explanation. If true, his shitty glare made sense.
Gotta stay sharp. Of all places, running into a Demonic fucker here. They don't see reason—could backstab anytime.
Our party, Kim Seonuk's, and Do Byeongseok's pulled out maps, sharing intel. Do Byeongseok played normal dungeon hunter for now. But no slacking. I focused, surveilling him.
"Heading back, huh? Guess we should too. This dungeon ain't for lingering."
Do Byeongseok said, sneaking glances at our women. Kim Seonuk chuckled.
"Yeah. First dungeon this varied and weird. If you're going back, join us? Strength in numbers."
Kim Seonuk sensed no malice. No reason he would—he didn't know it was a Demonic clan head.
I'd rather go solo, but no cause for friction. Couldn't just accuse "You're Demonic scum!" outright. Might provoke them to wipe us. I observed quietly.
"Oh? Sure, thanks."
Kim Seonuk accepted with a smile. For Do Byeongseok, more bodies meant faster exit.
Do Byeongseok flicked his pitiful grin from Kim Seonuk to eye Jang Hana. Targeting her?
Seeing Kim Seonuk chuckle while that bastard leered at his girl was pathetic. Well, Jang Hana was already mine.
"That guy's Demonic too, right?"
Sujin whispered low. I nodded.
"Could he fuck us over?"
"Can't rule it out."
I gauged Do Byeongseok's strength. Like in wuxia novels, sensing power gaps without massive differences was tough. He was beyond my eyeballing.
Owner of Korea's 52nd clan—a top dungeon hunter. No way he was weak. Clan rank equaled strength, which equaled the leader's power.
I warned my women about Do Byeongseok's party. They all nodded.
"Those guys' stares are way too obvious."
"Totally. Creeps."
Rina and Jisu griped about Do Byeongseok's party ogling their figures. Women notice eyes.