Sujin's Brother and the Mole Tunnel
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It was morning. I heated up the lunchbox I'd bought from the convenience store yesterday in the microwave and ate it. These days, lunchboxes are selling like hotcakes, and even the convenience store ones are pretty damn satisfying.
Jisu and Jueun were still asleep. They say beautiful women need a lot of sleep, and sure enough, both of them were total sleepyheads. Their peaceful sleeping faces were so cute that I didn't wake them. Instead, I groped their asses, savoring the feel of their soft flesh.
With breakfast done, I had nothing to do. I zoned out, wondering how to kill the day. No dungeon raids to prep for right away, and training solo felt off.
Time just felt... suspended. If I thought of it as vacation, it'd be easier, but this kind of empty downtime was new to me—unfamiliar, even worrisome with all this free time on my hands.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang out of nowhere. Who the hell at this early hour? A delivery?
Nah, deliveries don't ring anymore these days. Registered mail maybe? I pondered as I checked the intercom.
A tall, handsome guy stood at the gate with a confident smile. I tilted my head, racking my brain. Who was this? None of my acquaintances looked like that.
He seemed late 180s in height, strikingly good-looking, with bold, masculine features that screamed seasoned actor.
Some celebrity? My knowledge of showbiz is shit, so unless it's a huge star, I wouldn't know.
If he was one of my contacts, I'd never forget a face like that. Even if I don't waste brain cells on other guys, that striking look sticks. Unless he'd had botched plastic surgery or something.
"Anyone home?"
The guy on the intercom said. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.
"Yeah. Sorry, who might you be?"
"Ah, I'm Shin Jeong-hoon. Sujin's big bro."
Ah... Sujin's brother, huh? But why the sudden visit here?
Questions swirled, but I opened the gate anyway.
The self-proclaimed Sujin bro strode in confidently through the gate into the yard. I'd already unlocked the front door.
"Hello. As I mentioned, I'm Shin Jeong-hoon, Sujin's brother."
The clean-cut hottie came up and greeted me. This felt kinda intimidating.
"Hey. I'm Baek Jaesung, party leader of Sujin's... er, Sujin's party."
"I've heard a lot about you."
His hearty laugh suited him perfectly. He extended a hand, and I shook it.
"Sorry for the sudden early-morning drop-in. Couldn't hold back my curiosity. You made big news lately, and with what Sujin always says... wanted to meet you sometime."
Still felt too abrupt. Guess I piqued his interest that much.
"Come on in."
I led him to the dining room. Rifled the fridge—orange juice. Poured two glasses.
"Oho, Sujin loves this stuff. She stock it?"
"Probably."
Even knows his little sister's juice prefs? Siblings like that?
I eyed him warily. Light shirt and jeans suited his tall frame perfectly, with just the right muscle. Word was, he was a dungeon hunter.
"Our parents might visit soon. Dad'll probably nag a bunch—just let it go in one ear and out the other."
His tone wasn't hostile. He glanced around the party house as he spoke.
"Nice place. Gotta cost a fortune, right?"
"Bought it cheap—monster infestation history."
"Ah, gotcha. No biggie for dungeon hunters like us."
He chatted idly, even about himself.
"Heard you're pre-approved for 7-rank promo—insane speed. If Sujin hits 7-rank too, she'll catch me quick. Under a year to 7-rank? My sis is a monster."
"You 7-rank too, Jeong-hoon?"
"Yeah, fresh off it. Been hunting about four years."
Four years to 7-rank? Faster than average. Most take ten years to max at 6-rank—that's the ceiling for normies.
Puts our sub-year sprint to 7-rank in perspective: batshit insane.
"Dad's 6-rank, mom's 5-rank. Sujin might blow past 5."
Sujin'd hit 1-rank with me. I'd make sure of it.
"Part of why I'm here: any growth secrets? Special tips?"
Secrets? Yeah. But not sharing with you. Wouldn't believe me anyway.
"Just training. Endless training got us here."
Stock answer—like top student saying "studied textbook thoroughly." Jeong-hoon gave a wry smile, dropping it.
"Genius thing, huh? Thought I had talent, but don't wrinkle in front of a silkworm."
Technically, I lucked into the Unix Cube. Han Seungjin fits "genius" better.
"Next question... how far'd you get with Sujin? Too direct?"
Playfulness lit his face. I pondered my reply—how it'd land.
Doesn't seem hostile. He'll find out post-marriage anyway.
No need to lie. If he got pissy, whatever—I got money and power. Wouldn't burn bridges with her fam if avoidable.
"We've done it all."
Straight facts. Pussy, anal—basically everything but pregnancy.
"Haha! Knew it. Her vibe screamed it. You're bold as fuck."
"Can't blame me—hot girl like Sujin? Everyone'd wanna tap that."
Jeong-hoon could slay too. Club? Pick and fuck at will.
Tall, handsome, dungeon hunter... fucking virgin bomber.
"Just curious—no judgment. Other party girls? Pure guy-to-guy curiosity. Lips sealed."
"Nosy, huh? Straight up: banging the rest too. Sujin knows."
"Whoa! Harem king!"
He clutched his gut laughing. Funny? Debatable.
If my sis dated a multi-gal harem dude? No sis, so IDK. Jeong-hoon just wired different.
"Harem life. Great, right?"
"Hell yeah! Envy city. Hunters can polygamy, but rare in Korea. Dream's multiple wives. Tough tho."
Easy talker. Expected strait-laced from Sujin's bro—surprise.
"That face can't get a harem?"
"Heh, heard that plenty. Fuckbuddies galore, but marriage? Gold-diggers obvious, capable girls hate polygamy. They try dominating me—headache."
Makes sense. High standards. Mine's above my league—but Unix Cube hacks it.
"Any harem secrets? More curious than hunter tips."
I smirked, thumb-between-fingers vulgar gesture.
"This. Looks don't matter—girls lose it for this."
"No way! Even Sujin? Wild—family blind spot."
"Talent helps too."
He nodded naturally.
"True—at your age, 7-rank? Leagues above me."
His looks crushed mine. Mad jealous.
Bitches prioritize faces. Dudes too—mine's face-first.
"If not rude... duo a dungeon?"
Casual as a walk.
"Dungeon? Us two?"
"Easy 9-rank. Duo-friendly, nearby. Shitty rewards."
Testing my skills, probably. I was bored—warm-up in a lowbie dungeon? Fine. 9-rank? Soloable now.
"Cool. Grabbing gear."
Packed light, left note for Jisu/Jueun, headed out.
We hit Mole Tunnel, a closed dungeon near Seoul. Just over 1km total—small fry.
Monsters: burrowing striped moles. Low byproduct value—unpopular. Rare mana stones aside, nothing sells big. Hence the dead popularity. Still runs for training.
Arrival: ghost town. No merchants. Just a massive empty tunnel mouth.
Sign: "NO ENTRY! Dungeon - Mole Tunnel" Normies'd choke on mana density nearby.
"Registered with Association. Let's go."
Jeong-hoon whistled lightly. I nodded, took point.
"Tank?"
"Nah, healer—multi-role. Light Control ability."
"Whoa! Light Control! Killer ability."
"Yours?"
Grinning mischievously:
"I'll show ya inside."