Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Yeongcheon Style
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‘I... I should close the door...’
Jin Se-young couldn’t tear her eyes away from Sung Yu-jin’s body.
The basic forms of Yeongcheon Style he was demonstrating were flawless. On top of that, she could see the movements of muscles that were usually hidden by his clothes.
‘...Ah. So the muscles move like that in this motion.’
She was learning new things she hadn’t noticed before. She’d never trained swordsmanship naked, so it felt somewhat fresh.
‘Could Yu-jin’s sudden skill improvement be because he trains naked too?’
That thought didn’t last long.
Jin Se-young soon found herself mindlessly ogling Sung Yu-jin’s body again. Her face flushed red, and her quiet breaths came hot.
For the past week, Jin Se-young’s libido had been raging. Normally, she vented it through exercise and masturbated maybe once every two weeks. But this last week, she’d done it every night—and her urges hadn’t subsided.
‘...Because of Yu-jin...’
No matter how she thought about it, the only reason for her heightened sex drive was Sung Yu-jin. He was the only man she’d talked to lately.
A man and woman in their prime spending at least three hours together every day—it was inevitable that she’d instinctively become aware of him, whether she wanted to or not.
And just as Sung Yu-jin got aroused by her sweat, Jin Se-young was starting to feel excited by his. Lately, his sweat even smelled sweetly fragrant to her, which was driving her crazy.
“...!”
Suddenly, Jin Se-young’s eyes widened like they might tear.
Sung Yu-jin sat on the floor as if taking a break, pulled out his smartphone to play porn, and started stroking his cock with his left hand. The moans of an aroused woman echoed from the phone.
“Hoo. Hoo. Hngh.”
Sung Yu-jin let out rough breaths as he began jerking his erect cock up and down.
‘I... I shouldn’t look...’
But Jin Se-young couldn’t look away.
A man masturbating—she’d only heard about it, never seen it live. She hadn’t known they moved their hands so fast. About ten minutes later, Sung Yu-jin’s body shuddered, and his dick twitched, spurting out thick white semen.
Plop. Plop.
The sheer volume dwarfed anything from her ex-boyfriend, arcing high into the air before splattering on the floor. It had flown at least a meter.
“Hoooooh...”
Seeing Sung Yu-jin exhale long in the afterglow of pleasure, she startled, quietly closed the door, and fled his private training room.
‘Wh-what do I do? How am I supposed to face Yu-jin from now on...?’
Jin Se-young ignored the throbbing in her pussy as best she could.
10 PM.
Alone in the Yeongcheon Sword Hall, she entered her private training room, locked the door, and stood before the mirror.
Even to herself, her figure was stunning. Her C-cup breasts were full yet perfectly shaped, her waist free of any flab. Her ass was perky and firm, not sagging at all.
Most Hunters had great bodies, but Jin Se-young’s was unparalleled.
‘Th-this is an experiment. Testing the method Yu-jin used.’
Yeongcheon Style basics.
She’d moved on to advanced techniques young once her basics reached a certain level, so they were a bit lacking. Basics didn’t improve easily with practice. Maybe Sung Yu-jin’s method could elevate them.
She began undressing.
Peeling off her pink tank top revealed her firm breasts. She removed the white nipple bands covering her nipples.
“Mmngh~.”
A sense of liberation washed over her already erect nipples as the bands came off. She stripped off her leggings and panties together. The panties were already soaked.
Her pubic hair, flattened by the tight fabric, slowly sprang up. It wasn’t much—she groomed her bikini line regularly.
“So wet and uncomfortable.”
She frowned slightly at the slickness from her pussy and spread her thighs.
Her clenched pussy came into view. Seeing her labia glistening with arousal fluid in the mirror, she parted her lips slightly.
It was the first time she’d looked this closely, and she hadn’t expected her own pussy to look so lewd.
Her face burning red, Jin Se-young wiped away the wetness with tissue and picked up a wooden sword. She assumed the Yeongcheon Style stance and flowed through the forms.
“Haa. Ha... Haa...”
Her breathing grew ragged with every movement. Not from exertion.
The mirror reflected her own lewd form, the sense of freedom over her body, and the slight taboo thrill of practicing the disciplined Yeongcheon Style this way—it all sparked sexual excitement.
Her breasts jiggled with each motion. Her pale pink nipples stood painfully hard.
The pussy she’d just wiped was already slick again.
‘Still, there’s progress. I can see the muscles hidden by clothes more clearly now. B-but...’
The image of Sung Yu-jin masturbating wouldn’t leave her mind.
She finally collapsed to the floor and reached for her pussy.
“Haaahng...”
The wet, squelching sounds filled the private training room.
I giggled all the way back to my studio apartment.
‘Who’d have thought Jin Se-young would spy on my nude training. I even jerked off on purpose in a fit of spite.’
I hadn’t expected that Jin Se-young of all people to peek on me.
Instead of calling her out, I pretended not to notice and jerked off like I was putting on a show.
‘What face will she make tomorrow? Act like nothing happened, probably?’
That’d be fine too.
The important part was that Jin Se-young had watched me jerk off to the end. That meant she was sexually interested in me.
‘Feels like I could fuck her if I get the right chance. Should I just pretend not to know and pounce?’
But that was risky.
Jin Se-young was a B-rank Hunter. If she got serious, she could kill a nobody like me easily. I wasn’t confident I could handle the aftermath.
‘I’ll check her reaction tomorrow first. Heh.’
“You’re here. Early today, huh?”
“Ah. Yeah. Time was loose.”
Jin Se-young greeted me with her usual face. I’d expected it, but it was a bit disappointing anyway.
‘Of course. Pretending nothing happened is her only option.’
Then I noticed her deliberately avoiding my eyes. Whenever they met by chance, she’d look away in a fluster. I smirked at her reaction.
“Yu-jin, your Yeongcheon Style basics are already solid. So today, we’ll learn the practical techniques.”
“Practical techniques?”
“That’s where Yeongcheon Style really shines. They adapt the basics for easier use in real combat. You could say the basics exist to support the practical ones.”
“Oh. Even the basics are impressive, and there are separate practical moves...? Can’t wait.”
Empty words.
I already knew the practical techniques.
When my Yeongcheon Style trait hit level 3, I automatically learned them. I’d kept it hidden since knowing untaught moves would be suspicious.
Afterward, I flawlessly mimicked every technique she taught, succeeding without a hitch.
“...As expected of you, Yu-jin. Mastering practical techniques already... You could use these in real fights now.”
“Haha.”
I let out an awkward laugh like I didn’t know how to take her praise.
In truth, I was thrilled.
I loved her thinking I was a genius. I wished she’d praise me more.
‘And spread her legs while she’s at it. Haha!’
I hid my soaring mood. For once, I was in the dominant position. A little power trip couldn’t hurt.
“Oh. By the way, I got a scouting offer today.”
“S-scouting?!”
“Yeah. Bragged about Yeongcheon Style to a friend yesterday, and he told his Hunter academy. Not official, but they want me to come by. If I’m good, they’ll support me in various ways. Friend says it’s affiliated with a top guild, so the perks are great.”
All lies.
But Jin Se-young, unaware, stiffened and grew serious.
“You planning to go?”
“Nah, no way. How could I abandon Yeongcheon Style? Though the combat support does sound tempting.”
“R-right.”
Jin Se-young seemed deep in thought. Naturally—she’d be anxious about losing me.
Confirming she was off-guard, I stepped close and reached out.
“Noona, you’ve got some dust on your left ear.”
I rubbed her ear with my thumb and index finger, then pulled away.
“Hngh...”
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.”
“Okay?”
I played it cool, but inside I was snickering. Touching an erogenous zone directly beat subtle contact.
‘Keep at a sensitive spot for two minutes, and she’d hit a small orgasm.’
I’d tested it in the Playful Life world. Of course, effects varied by zone. More intimate areas were stronger.
‘Better to go for the pussy than waste time on weak spots.’
Sensitivities differed per person. For low-sensitivity women, straight pussy play worked best.
“Noona, I’ll train in the private room.”
“Pr-private training?!”
She panicked, even mispronouncing. I chuckled, nodded, and entered the private room. Like yesterday, I left the door unlocked and stripped naked.
Soon, I felt eyes on me. Pretending to train, twisting my body this way and that, I spotted Jin Se-young peeking through the door crack. After a bit, I jerked off like yesterday.
I tossed the cum-soaked tissues loosely into the corner trash bin. Then I eyed the bin’s contents closely.
‘Just in case. Maybe noona touches it.’
I chuckled inwardly. Nah, not even her.
But the next day, my prediction shattered. The tissues’ position had changed, and there were fresh ones I hadn’t used.
‘...This might actually happen soon.’
I swallowed hard. Today I’d cum twice, more than yesterday—the tissues were sopping.
Next day.
‘Now even yesterday’s cum rags are gone.’
The Yeongcheon Sword Hall had four staff including Jin Se-young: two cleaners morning and afternoon, one counter girl.
Private rooms weren’t entered by cleaners without permission. Hence private.
Suspect: one.
‘Pounce? Atmosphere’s right. Or watch more?’
I decided to observe longer.
“Yu-jin, I thought about it, and Yeongcheon Sword Hall will support you.”
One day, as I rested after training with water, Jin Se-young approached.
“Support?”
“Yes. Condition: you formally join Yeongcheon Style and don’t affiliate with other Hunter academies or guilds.”
“Wait, no other guilds either? That’s a bit...”
“Oh? Sorry, misspoke. Consult me before joining a guild. I won’t force you to refuse—we can discuss. I want you thriving with Yeongcheon Style in a proper guild. Or join my Jaeun Guild.”
“Jaeun? You’re with Jaeun Guild?!”
I feigned shock.
Jaeun Guild ranked 6th among Korea’s top 10 guilds—a major player.
Top 10 guilds were like conglomerates. Hunters there were the “success stories.”
“Basically daddy’s connections. Interested?”
“...Nah, not now.”
I was just F-rank. No connections could get me in Jaeun, and I couldn’t survive there.
Rumor: they barely took D-rank or below, and trained them brutally.
“Smart choice. Top 10 guilds aren’t all great.”
She nodded, arms crossed. I glanced at her accentuated breasts and asked,
“Noona, you said you’d support me. How exactly?”