Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: 027. Yeongcheon Style
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The Yeongcheon Sword Hall was located in a neighborhood that took a full 40 minutes by bus from my studio apartment.
The Yeongcheon Sword Hall, situated in a relatively quiet area, was a much larger building than I'd imagined. It occupied an entire four-story structure spanning over 1,500 square feet.
The first floor housed the reception counter and parking.
The second floor was a fitness club exclusively for Hunters.
The third floor contained the sauna, changing rooms, and group combat training room.
The fourth floor had private combat training rooms.
'A building like this... it could easily pass for a top-tier Hunter academy. It's a bit out of the way, but not too far by car, so people should be lining up.'
I figured Oh Jun-hyuk must have just been messing with me to scare me off. This place looked like it would teach professionally.
"Hello. Here to sign up?"
The woman at the counter flashed me a sales-friendly smile.
'She's pretty, but not celebrity-level... Oh, she's not a trainer—just staff.'
Come to think of it, there was no reason for a trainer to man the counter.
"Not exactly signing up... I heard about Yeongcheon Style and came to try it out."
"Ah. Could I see your Hunter license, then?"
I handed her my brand-new Hunter license, issued just two days ago.
She scanned it, typed something into the computer, and handed it back.
"All good. Our Yeongcheon Sword Hall offers free day passes. To become a member, you need to start training in Yeongcheon Style, and the monthly fee is 3 million won. We're running a special right now—if you join, you get a month of personal training and private room access for free."
The staffer kindly explained everything.
I was shocked more by the price than the event. 3 million won a month. Average Hunter academies charged over 5 million. Famous ones that produced big-name Hunters could go north of 10 million.
She handed me basic workout clothes and sneakers. They were a bit outdated, but wearable. If I decided to join officially, I'd buy my own set. Even if they'd been washed, I had no desire to share sweats with other guys.
"Change in the locker room and head to the combat training room. A trainer will be waiting."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Yeongcheon Style is great swordsmanship. I'm sure you'll love it."
"...Yeah. Sure."
Her words left me with an inexplicable unease as I headed to the changing room.
The men's locker room was spotless. No worn furniture, and it looked freshly cleaned every day.
'...But why is it so empty?'
It was deserted.
Not a soul in sight—not even an ant.
It was 5 p.m. Hunters didn't have fixed hours, so someone should have been around. One or two at least.
'...Fuck. Something's off.'
Anxiety surged. Oh Jun-hyuk's words echoed in my head.
It's fucking brutal.
I swallowed hard and changed.
'If it's shit, I'm out.'
I stepped into the combat training room and froze, gasping.
In the center of the room, styled like a sword dojo, stood a beauty with waist-length hair tied back tightly.
Flawless white skin, a curvaceous figure without an ounce of fat. Gray leggings on the bottom, sports tank top up top revealing chiseled abs.
'C-cup tits...! Face looks fierce but pure! That perky ass is a work of art!'
I felt grateful to Oh Jun-hyuk for the recommendation as I approached her.
"Sung Yu-jin?"
"Yes. That's me."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jin Se-young, assistant director and Hunter trainer here."
"Yeah. Nice to meet you."
We shook hands. I was surprised—her hand, which looked so soft, was callused and rough.
"I heard you just became a Hunter."
"...Yeah. But from Gukcheon University's Hunter Department, so I know the basics."
"Hunter experience doesn't matter much at our Yeongcheon Sword Hall. What counts is talent for Yeongcheon Style. If I don't see it in you... sorry, but I can't let you join."
"...Uh, what? Really?"
I panicked. No wonder it was empty. But weren't these places supposed to make money?
"I know it's weird. But my goal isn't profit—it's spreading Yeongcheon Style. To do that, I need talent."
"...Wouldn't it be easier for you to get famous yourself and promote it?"
"True. But I want to make it mainstream. Unfortunately, the basics aren't fully established yet, so I have to screen for talent. Taking in the gifted also helps gather data on Yeongcheon Style."
"How do you judge if I have talent?"
"One month. I'll train you personally and see. ...But only if you pay the one-month membership fee upfront."
"...Ah. Got it."
I gave a wry smile. Even if I lasted the month, she'd kick me out if I didn't measure up.
I had no confidence she'd approve. I'd never been called talented at anything.
Swords were the same. Most Hunters used them because they looked cool.
"Hold on. Mind if I check your build?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
I spread my arms wide. I'd strip if she asked.
Jin Se-young stepped right up to me.
She must have been working out before I arrived—her faint sweat scent filled my nose. Not gross. Intoxicating, even arousing. Like seductive pheromones.
"...Not very trained."
"Th-that's why I'm here."
"Might actually be better this way. Half-trained bodies are harder to correct for Yeongcheon Style..."
She stepped back. I felt disappointed. If this were the Playful Life world, not reality, I'd have pounced.
"Today, I'll teach you Yeongcheon Style basics and equipment use. Follow me."
"...Okay."
My eyes locked on her ass. The gray leggings hugged it, jiggling slightly with each step.
What really got me was the inverted triangle between her thighs, right under her pussy.
'My dick in that space...'
"Yu-jin? Come here and pick up a wooden sword."
"Ah. Right!"
I hurried over. She was so hot, focus was impossible. Even after blowing off steam daily in the Vampire Detective world.
"I'll show you the basic Yeongcheon stance. Mirror me."
I gripped my wooden sword, facing her. She held hers right-handed, tip slightly lowered. Different from standard kendo.
Even as a Hunter newbie, I could mimic the stance.
"Truth is, once you reach a certain level, the basic stance doesn't matter. Yeongcheon Style is about swinging from any position. So it becomes irrelevant with practice."
"...Any position?"
"Yes. Precisely, swinging your sword from any place, any posture. But that's just the foundation. The real goal is killing faster than your opponent."
"Brutal stuff."
"It's for real combat. I guarantee Yeongcheon Style holds its own against any other. So work hard."
Jin Se-young swung slowly for my sake. I copied, but tilted my head.
Same moves, but something felt off.
"Your form's a bit sloppy. Core strength issue. Just follow for now."
I focused. But my concentration lasted three minutes.
'...Whoa. Look at those tits squish.'
Her swings mashed her firm C-cups against her arms, spilling slightly over the tank top.
"This one's for high strikes..."
I half-heard her, eyes devouring her chest, waist, ass. Stealing glances.
'That tight ass... wanna smack it hard.'
When she spread her legs, her plump mound bulged. Thick pussy lips.
'...No. Focus. Swordsmanship. Here for that.'
About 30 minutes later...
My torture—er, training—ended.
"Getting it now?"
"Uh, yeah... Kinda tough."
"Basics come naturally with reps. Let's head downstairs to build your body. I'll show you Hunter gear too."
Hunter equipment wasn't revolutionary.
Just gym machines amped up for Hunters. Methods were similar.
"Squats are top-tier. Legs matter in everything, and nothing builds them like squats. Follow."
I mirrored her squat: legs wide, ass back.
"Mind your knees. One."
In the big mirror, we squatted. Her ass drew my gaze—instinct.
She taught equipment meticulously, correcting every flaw.
"Chest, not arms."
"Weak for a Hunter. But don't worry—Hunter bodies grow stronger with training."
"Arch your back more."
"Not kidding about Hunter-grade. Slack off, get hurt bad."
Jin Se-young didn't just talk—she touched to adjust. I flubbed on purpose to feel her hands.
"Good work~."
"Y-you too, Se-young."
Exhausted, I forced a smile.
Sweat-drenched, muscles screaming. No massage, and tomorrow I'd be bedridden.
'Now I get "brutal." How does she pinpoint my limits?'
I'd whined once, claiming exhaustion. She smiled and added three more reps.
"Free trial today, so that's it. Tomorrow, full four hours?"
"...That's normal?"
"No. Place is empty, got time. I'll make you strong, Yu-jin. You'll join, right?"
"...Joining means... no quitting freely?"
"Joining and leaving are free. We're not gangsters or a wuxia sect. But no talent? Sorry, you're out."
Jin Se-young stared intently. Silent pressure: join or not?
"...I'll join. Initiate me."
She was B-rank. Legit skills. Brutal, but I'd get strong.
Plus, I liked her.
"Great! I'll be waiting!"
Jin Se-young beamed.
Why?
Her pretty face evoked a devilish grin.