Rookie: Baek Jaesung 37
Kim Seonwook jolted awake out of nowhere. It happened often in dungeons. Your senses sharpened in there, reacting to the slightest thing. That was one reason dungeon raids were so exhausting—insomnia hit hard.
"What time... is it now?"
The outside was pitch black. Lantern light illuminated the campsite, but it couldn't chase away all the clinging shadows.
Kim Seonwook checked his watch. A must-have in any dungeon. The glow-in-the-dark face showed just past midnight. He hadn't been out long.
"Huh? Jaesung's gone."
Baek Jaesung should've been snoring away beside him, but the spot was empty. The rumpled blanket suggested he'd stepped out briefly. Probably to take a piss.
Kim Seonwook lay back down, closing his eyes to try and sleep again. But it wouldn't come. Once you woke up like that, drifting off again was a bitch.
"Maybe I should get some air."
Come to think of it, Jang Hana was on first watch. Chatting with her might settle his restless mind. A calmer head could mean better sleep. Insomnia often stemmed from psychological unease, after all.
Kim Seonwook got up and slipped out of the tent. The biting cold air slapped his face, snapping him wide awake. His discarded boots were frozen solid—putting them on was a struggle.
"Fucking cold."
If he weren't a sturdy dungeon hunter, he'd be in real trouble. He scanned the surroundings carefully.
Lantern light was the only source around. A few tents and trees came into view. Peaceful as hell, like a camping trip. No sign of those penguin-looking monsters.
Movement near the tent at the camp's edge. Probably the watch. Kim Seonwook made some noise as he approached, announcing himself.
"Can't sleep. Jaesung head to the john?"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
But a weird sound came from there. Kim Seonwook froze instinctively. An unknown noise like that was enough to halt anyone.
His body tensed up. His mind raced.
'Monster?'
No. If it were, the watch would've reacted first. Besides, the sound felt oddly familiar somehow.
'What the hell is that?'
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Nngh...! Hn...! Hnngh...!"
A woman's moan echoed softly. Kim Seonwook nearly collapsed in shock. Clutching his chest, he strained to listen.
"Hnngh...! Hn! Hnngh...!"
Definitely a woman's moan. Not one of pain—quite the opposite. This was pleasure, pure and raw. The kind from porn he'd heard a million times. He figured out the squelching now.
'No way someone's fucking out here? Wait... Jaesung?'
Thoughts piled up in his head. He swallowed hard, tiptoeing closer. The tent blocked the source. Lean forward a bit more, and he'd see. But he'd get spotted too.
'Sex in a dungeon? That's insane...!'
What to do? Nothing like this had happened since his first raid. What lunatic hunter fucked inside a dungeon?
Dungeons were death traps. Battlefields with bullets and shells flying. Casual sex there? Beyond comprehension.
It was so absurd it fascinated him. Normally, he'd march up and call out the bullshit. But the high chance it was Jaesung held him back.
He owed Jaesung too much—debts he could never repay. An invisible hierarchy had formed between them, keeping Kim Seonwook rooted.
'Gotta see for myself. Might not be sex... get closer...'
He edged into a spot where he could just peek behind the tent. Angle sucked—couldn't see everything.
All he caught: pantsless Baek Jaesung and a woman bent over in front of him, ass out. Upper body hidden by the tent.
'They're really doing it!'
Kim Seonwook's heart pounded wildly. Real sex. Starring Baek Jaesung.
Jaesung thrust savagely, slamming into the mystery woman. Each pullback revealed his massive cock—twice the girth of anything normal.
'Jaesung... packing that?'
Jaesung's face was tyrannical, evil. Looking down, he smacked her ass with sharp slaps while pounding away.
The woman shook her ass in sync, like a reed in the wind. Clear who dominated. Jaesung called the shots.
"Hnnngh! Hn! Hn! Hn! Hn!"
She desperately muffled her moans, but failed. Taking that monster in her pussy? Even a stone woman would cry out. Kim Seonwook's eyes locked on their joined parts.
Should he stop them? Yell? Bail?
No clue. So he hid, watching Jaesung's brutal fuck session.
Unbeknownst to him, his own dick hardened, poking through his pants. Watching that stimulation without popping a boner? Cruel.
His exposed cock was half Jaesung's size at best.
"Hnnngh...! Hn! Hnnng...♥"
Her moans brimmed with ecstasy. How did simple thrusts pull those sounds? Kim Seonwook recalled his sex with Jang Hana.
Theirs was vanilla. Neither grabbed control aggressively.
They weren't robots—sex felt good, they enjoyed it.
But Hana never moaned like that, loaded with pleasure. She barely vocalized. Probably embarrassed.
Compared to Jaesung's raw intensity, theirs felt tame. Was what he'd done sex or playtime? This was real sex.
Kim Seonwook couldn't hold out. Voyeuring beat porn by miles. Nothing like actual fucking.
A new, wild thrill overtook him. Precum oozed from his throbbing dick.
'Fuck!'
He yanked down his pants, stroking furiously. Pitiful, he knew—but too stimulating to stop.
The fizzy pleasure from his root nuked his higher brain. Pure instinct now.
Splurt!
He came right there. Lightest, best ejaculation ever. Not even with Hana.
Post-nut clarity hit.
'Who's the girl...?'
Natural question. He pictured Jaesung's party girls—all beauties. No idea why they orbited one guy, but now it clicked. Jaesung had the skills to lead them.
'Sujin? Nah. Rina? No, wrong height... Yeonji's ass was way bigger...'
Fun guessing game, imagining their nudes. Then horror at his pervy thoughts.
'What am I thinking?!'
He shook his head. Girlfriend aside, fantasizing like that was disrespectful.
But disgust or not, his eyes stayed glued to the pounding duo.
'That mole...'
A familiar dot on the woman's ass—right of the tailbone. Chills ran down his spine.
'No way... Hana?'
Her naked body flashed in his mind. She had one there. Lights off during sex, so he'd rarely seen it—but he remembered his girlfriend's body crystal clear.
'Nah, just similar...?'
Doubt crept in, dragging him deeper into paranoia.
Her fluffy pubic hair matched too. Skin tone, build—even her face fit.
Kim Seonwook flushed beet red. Not anger—arousal. The idea his girl might be getting railed? Massive turn-on. Rage and lust were paper-thin.
He knew instinctively: See her face, and this flips to fury.
He dreaded it but pictured Jaesung fucking Hana. In his mind, she begged, ass up, voice sultry.
—Ahhn~! Please put it in~♥
Fantasy Hana purred sweeter than he'd ever heard, demanding cock. His dick stirred again.
He was losing it. Freshly spent cock raging, imaginary Jaesung mocking him.
—Can't even keep one bitch, you pathetic fuck.
Jaesung's voice echoed in his skull. He snapped.
'Gotta confirm...!'
He bolted up, charging out. Eyes would tell the truth. Nothing else mattered.
Biting his lip bloody, he crept to the tent's rear.
Then—
"Huh? Seonwook? You're up?"
Jisu's voice from behind. He whipped around. She stood there, lantern in hand, beaming innocently. Blowing on her hands against the cold.
"Can't sleep, huh? March tomorrow—get some rest."
"Uh... over there..."
Her sudden appearance blanked him. But he recovered, pointing at the tent.
"Weird sounds... from that side."
"Weird sounds?"
"Like... dirty, impure noises..."
Couldn't say "fucking." Jisu tilted her head at his ramble.
"Nobody's there."
"What!?"
Kim Seonwook rushed over. Empty, as she said.
Just now, Jaesung and some woman were going at it. Or... hallucination?
"H-how...? What the...?"
"Everything okay? Bad dream?"
Jisu looked worried. No traces of sex anywhere. Kim Seonwook doubted his sanity.
"Uh... Hana... where's Hana?"
That tumbled out. Jisu smiled brightly.
"Said she had business. Should've gone with her, but no dangerous monsters around, so she went solo."
"Ah... bathroom. Right."
He nodded.
"Seonwook? You awake?"
Jang Hana's voice from the dark brush. Relief washed over him.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep all of a sudden."
Her cheeks were flushed from the "bathroom" trip. Probably the cold, he thought.
"It's late. Back to bed."
"In a bit."
"Sleep's duty in a dungeon. Stock up for tomorrow. Go on."
Her tone carried odd pressure. Kim Seonwook nodded flustered.
"Yeah, sorry."
Felt scolded for nothing. But lighter, he headed to his tent.
What he'd seen? Hallucination. Who fucks in a dungeon? Fatigue must've caused the nasty vision.
Something slick underfoot—his own cum. Staring at it, unease lingered.