Dungeon Depths
In the depths of the labyrinth, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp stone and distant echoes, the seven teams had long since formed their uneasy alliance. Six teams. Seven teams. And one man who had somehow become the unwilling center of it all.
“Is Lee Kang-jun really the C-class team leader?” The question had been whispered more times than anyone cared to admit. Even with Carlos, the A-class leader, on their side, the rest of the seven teams still harbored that nagging doubt. No matter how many times Kang-jun had proven himself, taking S-rank Jang Hwa-young off the roster as his temporary stand-in felt… unnatural. Like a betrayal. They couldn’t help but see it that way.
But the longer the battles raged, the more that suspicion faded like morning mist.
Kang-jun’s performance was nothing short of legendary. It rivaled even Jang Hwa-young’s own. An A-rank warrior couldn’t have questioned it more fiercely. The B-rank main dealers of the seven teams looked pathetic in comparison, their attacks dull and their coordination sloppy. Slowly, painfully, they were beginning to understand just how real the rumors were.
Velita felt it too—the shift in the air, the way every eye in the seven teams now rested on the man who had single-handedly turned their fortunes around. This was her man. Her absolute man. The thought alone sent a warm, possessive thrill through her veins.
And she wasn’t alone. Most of the six teams felt the same electric rush. Their own men were rising, being praised, being chosen. Who in their right mind would resent that?
It showed in the way they fought. With fresh fire. With sharper instincts. With results that spoke louder than any lecture.
Park Hana had adapted astonishingly fast. By the end of the first day, she was already landing clean, decisive blows that would have made seasoned guards blush. Her growth-type trait worked overtime. Kang-jun had almost felt guilty thinking he’d have to beat her down with a club. Almost.
Her level had climbed to 182, pushing her combined stats well past 200 when the bonuses were factored in. Close. Very close to the next Awakening threshold. The pace was impressive, even for Kang-jun.
His own stamina had surged to the point where exhaustion felt like a distant memory. Mana sat comfortably at the limit. He was growing stronger every single day, and the knowledge of it only made the world feel more alive.
Jang Hwa-young felt every ounce of it. The way Kang-jun’s body hummed with raw power, the subtle shifts in his stance, the new layers of control he carried like a second skin. It stirred something deep in her chest—a challenge, yes, but also a fierce, burning need to keep up. The Jang family’s competitive fire ignited like gasoline on an open flame.
She watched him with eagle eyes, catching the hidden elegance in his swordplay. Some secret flow, some invisible thread of technique that felt like it belonged to her own blade. She had no idea how much she already coveted it.
Whenever the moment presented itself, Kang-jun would slip away to hunt a particularly troublesome monster that had wandered too close to their path. Experience points. Pure and simple. The others thought he was simply protecting the group. Only he knew the truth—only he knew the blade hidden beneath the pretty lie.
Who would say no to someone offering to fight for them? The six teams stayed loyal. The seven teams stayed loyal. They followed him deeper into the labyrinth, trusting him more with every passing hour.
After countless skirmishes, the team finally reached the wide, twisting fork where multiple stems converged into one vast, glowing cavern. The moment felt electric.
The two team leaders gave the order to rest. Jang Hwa-young and Kang-jun pulled the three of them aside to speak in low voices.
Kang-jun’s finger traced the vein of light running through the wall as he spoke. “If we keep following this, we’ll meet the queen again. Just like last time.”
“If we leave now, we’ll run into something halfway. The queen is still far ahead.”
Carlos checked his wrist device, voice tight with urgency. “Current time is 16:06. We need to push another three hours at least. Everyone’s tapped out.”
Jang Hwa-young agreed without hesitation. “We should find a safe spot to camp tonight. Tomorrow will be brutal.”
Kang-jun nodded. They moved farther from the main tunnel, then split the area between the two teams. Tents went up quickly. When the night came, most of them collapsed right where they stood, already half-asleep.
“You all worked hard today,” Kang-jun said quietly, voice carrying just enough to be heard. “Tomorrow will be rough. Rest well.”
Carlos yawned so wide his jaw clicked. “Too right it will be. That monster tomorrow will eat us alive.”
The two teams drew lots fairly for night watch. Tents zipped shut one by one. Within minutes, soft snores filled the cavern.
Carlos was the last to go, already snoring before he even reached his tent. Only two remained awake.
Kang-jun and Jang Hwa-young.
In the cold embrace of the labyrinth, an unexpected warmth bloomed between them.
Kang-jun kept staring. Jang Hwa-young felt it like a physical touch, so she deliberately looked away, cheeks burning.
That brat…
He stood, stretched, and headed for his tent.
Jang Hwa-young’s head snapped up. When she saw him heading straight for hers, she looked genuinely startled.
He dropped down right beside her, thigh pressed to thigh.
She scooted away half an inch.
He scooted right back.
Hey… what the hell?
Jang Hwa-young glanced around quickly, then shot him a furious glare. “Lee Kang-jun. I told you—no nonsense in front of the others.”
“Nobody’s looking. It’s not like I’m touching you or anything. Just sitting here.”
“Too close. Damn it.”
He grabbed her wrist before she could slide away again.
She yanked hard. He released after a moment, letting her sit a careful distance away.
“If you keep teasing your senior like this, I’ll actually get angry. For real.”
“I’m just a little… close.”
Jang Hwa-young’s stern face melted instantly. Then confusion flooded in. Wait… what does he mean?
“Can… you really handle it?”
“I have to. I have no choice…”
“Sorry. I didn’t know.”
His apology was sincere. He really hadn’t meant to make her feel cheap. He’d only been thinking about her reputation first.
“It’s fine. I’ll go inside then.”
She sounded disappointed, but he stood anyway and headed for his own tent.
Jang Hwa-young sat there for a long moment, chewing her lower lip. Was I too harsh? No… it’s not that. But it feels like I’m sitting on a bed of nails.
She finally stood, walked over, and rapped softly on his tent flap.
“Kang-jun.”
The voice was barely above a whisper, almost crawling. Only he would hear it.
She heard the zipper slide down. His face appeared in the narrow gap—sharper than ever, devastatingly handsome. He smiled at the sight of her.
“Senior?”
“Can… you help me with this?”
“No, Senior. You should rest. You look tired.”
Before he could pull the zipper back up, panic flashed across her face. Wait!
“Don’t go. Please. I’ll help. I’m older… I understand. Come on, Kang-jun.”
She crouched right there in the entrance, looking genuinely regretful. The sight was strangely beautiful.
Kang-jun smirked and let his gaze drift downward, tracing the curve of her thighs with open hunger.
Oh… she really is something else.
She jolted when his eyes dropped, her hips twitching, but she clamped her mouth shut and punched his shoulder lightly.
“You said you’d help.”
“It’s not like I’m going to do anything illegal… hah.”
Jang Hwa-young forced a laugh, then gave a quick nod. The two of them slipped out of the main camp like shadows, disappearing behind a pillar.
Only then did her voice gain a little strength.
“Take them off. I’ll do it.”
“Senior, you do it.”
She froze for a second, then muttered, “Fine.”
She crouched right in front of him, staring straight at his exposed cock. The two days of accumulated sweat and musk were unmistakable. Not pleasant. Not at all.
“I’ll use my hand,” she said, trying to sound professional.
“But you said you’d use your mouth.”
“Shut up. Just… hand.”
Her eyes widened as she wrapped her palm around him. The heat shocked her. She started stroking slowly, firmly, back and forth.
The situation was ridiculous. Anyone reading the chat right now would be losing their minds.
Kang-jun had to clench his jaw to keep from reaching for her hair. Good. This is enough. Just enough to keep everyone quiet.
He opened the team chat.
— lmao looking at the dick hahahaha
— real lmao
— no mission??
— 7p = 100 points lmao
— as long as the dick is good, mission complete
— So this is what it feels like to be the author, huh? Always watching but never touching. Damn.
“You think it’ll come?”
Jang Hwa-young asked between strokes.
He shook his head.
Her breathing grew heavier.
“Then tell me when it’s close. Got it?”
He gave a small nod.
After a while, his breathing turned ragged.
“It’s… coming.”
“Here it comes. Mouth. Mouth!”
“No—wait, not in your mouth!”
“Hurry—mouth—mouth!”
He didn’t even finish the sentence.
Jang Hwa-young opened her lips and took him in without hesitation. The thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. The smell hit her like a wall. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding perfectly still, fingers buried in her own hair so not a single strand would touch her face.
She waited until the last pulse.
Only then did she pull back and swallow every drop he told her to. The taste was bitter, thick, obscene. She spat it out immediately, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
That woman… always three steps ahead.
Kang-jun let out a low, satisfied laugh.
Jang Hwa-young rinsed her mouth thoroughly, then glanced back at him with a small, satisfied smile.
“We’re done?”
“Yeah. Let’s go before we wake the others.”
“Senior…”
She looked genuinely concerned. She thinks I’ll ask for more?
“Don’t worry. I won’t.”
“Why?”
“Once we leave the labyrinth, I’ll have time to spare. I’m going to your house.”
“…Fine.”
I’ll fuck you senseless.
She didn’t hear the rest.