Rifle Ceremony and Bathroom Backbiting
Sergeant: Baek Jaesung
On the third day aboard Cheonghaejin, we held the rifle awarding ceremony.
There were twenty recruits in total—fifteen for the combat companies and five for headquarters company. The ceremony kicked off in the central event hall on the seventh floor.
Officers from other branches sporting their stars had turned out, along with civilians from the upper decks gawking. Dead center was our battalion commander, his red beret pinned with a single star.
“We’ll now commence the rifle awarding ceremony. Recruits Han Seungjin and nineteen others—with the spirit of national defense…”
The emcee was yapping away into the mic, but all eyes were glued to Han Seungjin. That fucking handsome bastard looked like Captain Korea himself in his crisp uniform. What a prick to be jealous of.
We got our K-1s straight from the battalion commander.
“Serve hard for the next year.”
“Sergeant Baek Jaesung. Rifle number 826974. I’ll give it my all, sir.”
Hmm… fuck, I just wanna 69 and bust a nut already.
The rifles went straight into the company armory the second we got them. According to the company commander, we might touch ‘em once every few months, tops.
We weren’t pulling guard duty or anything, and dungeon outbreaks meant deploying bare-handed without guns half the time anyway. Some guys shipped out without ever laying a finger on theirs.
“So, uh, where’s this landing ship headed right now?”
Hwang Cheolmin, who’d been skimming the manual like me, suddenly piped up to the company commander. I was wondering the same.
Cheonghaejin had the look of a cruise liner and supposedly roamed the world like one. Meaning our ops covered the entire globe.
They usually rushed aid to spots where dungeons caused massive chaos. Otherwise, they patrolled hotspots with regular outbreaks.
“We’re en route to South Africa right now. Takes about fifteen days? This beast can push forty knots.”
“What’s the gig in South Africa?”
“It’s sneaky notorious for frequent dungeons. They’re still mopping up one that blew open two weeks back. That’s where we’re headed—loaded with relief supplies.”
So, safe to assume smooth sailing for twenty days?
Just training aboard, I guess. Not a bad deal. Kinda nice, this leisurely vibe.
Wrapped up the day’s work and scarfed dinner. Free time now. The company commander griped at us to hit the books, but studying like a good boy bruised my pride.
Strolling the shopping district, I spotted Jueun out shopping. Her swaying purple hair made her unmistakable from behind. I can ID my girls by their walk alone.
“Never heard whispers of a cutie like you aboard Cheonghaejin.”
I was about to wave when a blond foreigner hit her up in pretty decent Korean.
Military uniform, but his scarred, rough face screamed delinquent. If I’d been the recruiter, I’d have bounced him at the gate.
“Hey. I’m from England. Name’s Lyndon Johnson. You with the landing battalion, miss?”
Jueun stared him down blankly before nodding.
“Yeah. But could you move? Gotta shop.”
“Aw, c’mon, looks like you’re off duty. Don’t be so uptight—plenty of time.”
“No time for you.”
She shot him down cold as a pumpkin. But his face didn’t twitch—instead, it lit up like, Oh? Quite the haughty bitch. This’ll be fun~.
“Jueun.”
“Ah, oppa~”
My voice flipped her expression in a flash. The Brit’s mug soured—the one that hadn’t cracked at her ice-cold rejection.
Oh ho. This is getting good.
“You know the pretty lady?”
“Nah. She’s my lover.”
Jueun tossed it out teasingly, then snuggled into my arms. The Brit’s face rotted further. Should I rub it in more?
“Who the fuck are you, harassing my girlfriend?”
I yanked her closer blatantly. He was still sour-faced but strangled his emotions to reply.
“Didn’t know she had a boyfriend. Damn… too bad.”
With that, he turned and slunk off the other way. Lamer than expected. Probably ‘cause we’d been ordered not to stir shit here.
His mug screamed brawl material anywhere else. Plenty of roughnecks in the ranks.
“So reliable, oppa.”
Jueun clung tighter to my arm.
“Whatcha shopping for? Let’s go together.”
“Ah, my senior asked me to grab some snacks.”
Jueun was the only one of my girls not in a combat company. Couldn’t be helped—she wasn’t a dungeon hunter. Her multitasking ability didn’t suit frontline work.
“Work treating you okay?”
“Still learning. Doesn’t seem too tough. But I’m a bit worried. I got dumped in ops department. They say it’s the roughest spot in HQ company.”
Her luck with assignments sucked. But hey, same ship as me?
“Oppa. C’mere a sec.”
She dragged me into the bathroom. Women’s. She scanned the area in a blink and yanked me in—quick as hell.
Shoved me into a stall, then squatted red-faced in front of the toilet. Place was spotless; no stink.
“Heh heh. Gotta have thrills like this to make army life worthwhile.”
“You get it, Jueun.”
My girl through and through. She unzipped my pants while I sat on the throne. My thick cock sprang up with a pop. She swept her side hair behind her ear and swallowed it whole.
“Glrk!”
Pro as fuck, she took me deep and teased the head slow with her tongue. Must’ve been pent up. That tongue work was no joke.
“Slurrrp! Chup! Chup!”
Deliberately sloppy and loud. What if someone walks in…
Thud thud.
Right on cue, heavy boots echoed. Combat ones.
Jueun deepthroated me in a flash, clamping down almost to bite, muffling the noise.
“Misuk, 4th Company turn out okay this time?”
Woman’s voice. Women’s bathroom—duh.
Next stall banged open loud.
“Mm. Got a bunch of pretty faces. Hope they don’t get cheeky.”
“Haha, you guys have it rough. Finally get some juniors, chew ‘em out for discipline, and the association bitches you. This even an army?”
“Tell me about it. We’re Hunter Association, not Defense Ministry. Pain in the ass…”
Trickle trickle.
Sounded like one was Jo Misuk, 4th Company commander—direct boss to Sujin, Yeonji, Jisu.
“You guys get a newbie in ops too, right?”
“Yeah. Super pretty. But looks kinda dumb.”
Pop!
A vein throbbed on Jueun’s forehead. Fair—Jueun had that airhead charm. And yeah, she was a bit slow. Studious now, though.
“Bet she’s loose down there too. Eyes scream easy lay.”
Pop!
Women’s gossip was merciless. Pussy’s enemy is pussy, huh.
“But that Han Seungjin sergeant? Hotter in person. Like, beats celebs.”
Topic shifted to the new male NCOs.
“No shit. Shameless, but I’d hit that.”
Jo Misuk’s voice.
Think he’d bite?
Big dreams, bitch.
“Kyahaha! Ordering a dog? ‘Company commander’s order: eat my pussy.’”
“Sigh. In my company, maybe I would’ve.”
“Idiot. Think it ends in the brig?”
“Just talk. I wouldn’t really.”
They were tight—banter flew loose. Then Jueun, dead quiet till now, started moving her mouth slow.
Her upturned eyes screamed pissed at the gossip.
Tszzt! Tszzt!
“Don’t climb trees you can’t reach, they say. Other guys?”
“All meh. No solid builds worth a damn. Especially that 3rd Company Hwang whatever. Cousin to that HQ concern soldier Hwang Geunchul.”
“No way! Cousin to the nipple-twisting jailbird!? Gay too?”
Hwang Cheolmin’s rep was trashed with the ladies.
Unfair—he’d just inherited the infamy.
“Dunno. Anyway, watch out. Shifty eyes like his cousin—trouble brewing.”
No holds barred. My ears perked involuntarily.
“Slurp! Slurp!”
Jueun kept it soft now. Good thing—the gossipers missed it.
“Oh, and one more. 3rd Company Baek Jaesung? Watch that dog too.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Ran into him yesterday—eyes on me weren’t normal. Fuck, thought he was a rapist stripping me with his gaze. Almost called him out. Too pretty’s a curse.”
‘Fucking bitch!’
Fuming so hard I nearly kicked the stall door down. When the fuck did I eye your hag body like that?
Pure fabrication. That bitch naked in front of me? I’d rip her cunt.
Whoooosh!
Flush roared; they bailed.
Mood was pure shit. Normal gossip wouldn’t have felt this unjust.