Sergeant Baek Jaesung 5
Nothing delivers a thrill quite like breaking a taboo. Humans are wired from birth to crave that deviant rush.
In a military packed with iron discipline and strict rules, sneaking a fuck is a massive violation, no doubt about it.
The army's the furthest thing from a place of new life, after all.
"Heh. I might've tempted you, but are we really okay with this?"
Yeonji, boldly yanking down my pants with a daring grin, rolled her eyes wide.
If anyone caught us, our hunter careers would be toast.
Word spreading about getting busted fucking in the army—especially the training grounds—would bury us in the industry.
Or maybe not?
Thinking about it, I'd seen plenty of news on enlisted hunters stirring up sex scandals. Some were even gays groping squadmates, yet they kept hunting just fine if they had the skills.
Still, no way in hell was I letting anyone see our secret fuck session.
I scanned the area with Darkness Radar. Plenty of trainees foraging for food popped up, but none had a line of sight on us.
"Heh. Looks like even Jaesung's super excited. Feels bigger than usual? Wonder if I can even fit it in my mouth."
Yeonji floored the accelerator, showing zero signs of slowing down.
I'm pretty twisted myself, but sometimes she makes me think I could learn a thing or two.
Hell, right now, she might even want to get caught. Her masochism's off the charts.
Yeonji stretched her mouth wide and took me in deep. Her warm tongue flicked against the ridge of my glans.
Her blowjob skills were top-tier, but that tongue—wriggling like a living tentacle—was the star.
Rubbing the slit teasingly, twitching over the head, lapping at the shaft with flicks that no brothel ace could match.
Even in Solari World or the Sword Immortal realms, hardly any whores outdid her technique. My girls' sex skills were elite.
"Slurp~! Slurp~! Slurp~! Slurrrp~! Chup!"
Yeonji didn't quiet down at all. She bobbed her head without restraint, rustling the bushes with every move. A sharp trainee might notice.
"Huh? Is that a rabbit over there?"
Right on cue, a voice from behind. Not a hunter—just a regular trainee. Others gathered at his words.
"What? Rabbit?"
"The bushes rustled over there."
"Oh ho. Rabbit for dinner tonight?"
"You gonna catch it?"
"Surround it and pounce."
Footsteps crunching through brush and branches headed our way. Four of them. They circled us pros like vets, closing in slow.
"Slurp~! Slurp~! Slurp~! Slurrrp~! Chup! Chup!"
Tension thick as thieves, but Yeonji's blowjob didn't falter. Her slack face said she was going all the way.
I tapped her head. She glanced up, locking eyes with that debauched, slutty smile only a natural perv could pull off. Her stuffed mouth twitched as she mouthed:
-Handle it~!
Trusting me to slam the brakes. What a handful. But that's what I loved about her.
With her, I could cruise straight to hell without a worry.
I crouched, grabbed a nearby rock, and chucked it downslope.
Crunch!
"Over there! It's running! It spotted us!"
"Shit! Chase it! That's our dinner!"
The trainees bolted toward the noise. Yeonji ramped up instantly—final phase, deep suction.
"Chup! Chup! Chup! Sluuuurp!"
Her vacuum pull demanded my load. I blasted thick ropes down her throat—a back-flowing, brain-melting climax.
Fucking in the army hit different. Even just oral, pure satisfaction.
Want more, but other hunters are closing in.
Yeonji kissed the slit tenderly, like a doting wife seeing her man off. Cleaned the head spotless, then stood, brushing off her ass.
"Hehe~! Delicious."
She swallowed the gooey cum with a gulp, flashed her pristine mouth, and sauntered ahead with a refreshed grin.
"Dinner done for me~!"
Unlike her, I couldn't live on jizz. Pulled a lunchbox from inventory and scarfed it hiding. Sneaking eats had its charm.
*-*-*
Day two of survival training meant night ops too. Most trainees hadn't scored food, faces gaunt.
Just one day hungry, but daytime exertion left everyone starving.
My girls all got my cum, faces glowing.
Yeonji started it; the rest milked me dry. Jisu got loads in both mouths. Young ones got grit.
"Night tactical movement training starts now. Split into hunter and non-hunter teams like morning, head to objective. Route's laced with traps and ambushes—move smart. Fail or lag, tougher shit awaits. Here's the launch order."
Simple: read map, reach point.
Night mountain hike? No detection skills, you're fucked.
Sun gone, pitch black. Faint moon and stars barely lit. One slip, trip on rocks or roots.
"No sweat for us."
The big-headed guy from my morning team sighed relief. He'd clocked my trap-spotting as detection skill.
Darkness Radar shines at night—this was cake. Group projects: snag the right teammate.
We launched fifth. Map said 3km straight; actual trail longer.
Others did "night tactical march"—fancy for creeping slow. Arms out probing air, head cocked listening, inching feet. Looked like a retard doing the robot.
That pace? Wouldn't hit goal by dawn.
"Uh... do we have to walk like that?"
They scratched heads sheepishly.
"Nah, probably not."
We strolled normal.
"Ambush behind that rock—what's the play?"
Darkness Radar made spots easy. Bighead suddenly drew his K-1 and sprayed.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"
Ambusher popped hands up from cover—a support soldier.
"Good spot. Lots die here."
This was training?
Way cuter than I figured.
More traps and hides ahead.
"Ambush there too. My turn. Lend the gun."
"Ah! Guns no..."
"Everything's possible. Gimme."
Yanked it from bighead. Name tag on sling: "Gun is my lover!"
NTR'd the dude? Mood boosted.
"Nuclear launch detected!"
Mowed every ambush. Why drag it?
Kid's play to me.
Goal in 20 minutes.
*-*-*
By day four of survival, trainees looked ragged—even hunters. Food shortage sucked. Hunters need fuel too.
Only seasoned dungeon vets held up. Han Seungjin included.
Me and my girls snuck eats, condition prime.
Day five end: cheers from all, 40km march back. First stop: showers.
"Big training done—eat up."
Food better than usual.
Still not my taste. Picked fruits. Wasn't hungry anyway.
"Three weeks down. Final training next week?"
Hwang Cheolmin muttered excitedly. One more week, freedom. Faces lit up. Last week: airdrop and sea infil.
"Regulars train four-plus weeks each. You get one. Hunters or not, botch parachute, you die! Eyes sharp!"
Sergeant Kim Sangin nailed it. Thought of Jisu's bro, Goyohan—died falling at academy.
Last week brutal. Weekend: airdrop drills.
Hwang shut his gossip trap, focused. Knew fall terror.
Wasting hunter assets on accidents? Dumb. Safety hunters oversaw, but life-on-line: serious. All knew, drilled tense.
Sea infil with PT—not bad. Key: swimming. Float, then endurance.
Hunters' bodies outclass normals—no hypothermia in cold water. Huge gap between grunts and dungeon troops.
Week four near end.
"Good work. Tomorrow's final: joint infil training."