The Feels of Victory on Day Six
It was already late evening on the sixth day when the Rakunda team finally stepped out into the fresh air outside the labyrinth. Even the surface felt frigid, but the relentless cold radiating from below created the illusion that the air down there had somehow warmed them.
“Ah, it’s the best feeling in the world when you finally come back out.”
Abdul Rahee stretched his arms wide and muttered the words like a private soliloquy. Everyone else nodded, eyes gleaming with the same relief. Kang-jun could catch that familiar surge of accomplishment every time he returned from a run.
They stopped at the management office to pay the per-kilo tax, then shouldered their burdens again and headed back out. The money from the Death Knight’s Mana Core and the sale of it pushed their haul close to three thousand each. Kang-jun had agreed to take Kagul’s share as well, so he figured he’d walk away with around five thousand.
A single dungeon run for five thousand. Definitely a decent payoff. He was glad he’d tagged along after all.
Since the organization had its own sales desk, there was no need to turn the goods over publicly. They took the waiting van parked at the forty-first branch. The moment everyone dropped into the plush seats, groans of relief escaped their lips.
The van headed straight for the forty-first branch. The promise of the finest reception of the day meant Kang-jun had no reason to refuse.
“Thank you all for your hard work,” Rakunda said, voice warm as he acknowledged the team. His gaze lingered on Kang-jun a moment longer, subtle but unmistakably hungry. The man who had ended the Death Knight in a single strike. The organization might be looking at its greatest talent in years. At the very least, becoming the hero of the branch was a given. Benefits would flow straight to the forty-first.
Wang Gang could no longer treat Kang-jun like a junior. He had finally confirmed the gap between them was too wide. Camilla, who had been in a state of extreme deference since two days ago, looked ready to bare her ass right there on the spot if commanded. Even the female saleswoman was acting as though she’d lick Kang-jun’s toes if it meant getting closer.
Everyone believed in his rise. He was bound to become the branch’s top committee member.
“I could use something good to eat…”
Kang-jun muttered the thought aloud, and Rakunda immediately pulled out his phone to call the forty-first branch.
“Hey, I’m your supervisor. Prepare the best meal you’ve got. Tell the instructor I said it’s fine. Twenty minutes and you’ll be here. Get it ready fast. Yeah, I’m hanging up.”
They treated Kang-jun like royalty. Wang Gang seethed with jealous rage, but there was nothing he could do about it. Kang-jun was already beyond his reach.
The van pulled up to the forty-first branch. Everyone gathered their gear and stepped inside. Word of the dungeon team’s return had obviously reached the organization; Park Hae-su was already waiting. The moment she saw Kang-jun she struck the perfect pose.
“My, my, sweetie! You all worked so hard!”
She took his bag, slung an arm around him, and showed no sign of the stench clinging to his clothes. Camilla and Ayumi shot daggers at her back from the side.
When the dungeon team arrived, the waiting organization members greeted them with open arms. The training instructor—who had already received the news—and even the branch chief came out to throw a proper welcome.
“You’ve all done an absolute marvel!”
The chief seized Kang-jun’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Look this way, please.” A staff member raised his camera. They struck the pose together, both still holding hands. The photo would be added to the committee report. Rakunda, as team leader, had been quietly sidelined but didn’t seem to mind; he simply slipped back and murmured something secret with the instructor.
“…Is it really true?”
“I saw it with my own eyes.”
A rookie who finished a Death Knight in one hit? That was the kind of exaggeration you dismissed on the spot. Yet the instructor couldn’t hold back a grin. The bet had paid off spectacularly. He had known there would be a big payout, but this was no ordinary windfall—this was an ultra-rare jackpot.
“Yeah, keep your eyes open… Support’s all yours. Just grab him however you can. Got it? Never let him slip. If you do, you and I both die.”
“Understood.”
The welcome ceremony ended. The team headed straight for the showers. The bath was already bubbling with hot, steamy water. The treatment was far more lavish than anything the dungeon run deserved, and they all knew it was all for Kang-jun. He had earned it.
“Haa, fuck… this feels like heaven.”
They sank into the hot water and let their muscles melt. A show-off might have bragged, but Kang-jun didn’t. He maintained perfect senior courtesy and never once puffed up about himself. It was all calculated, of course, but the seniors still praised his character. True talent always showed itself early.
They washed from head to toe, then gathered in the dining hall. The two women had even applied fresh makeup just to look good.
“Come on in quickly.”
The chief smiled warmly and invited the exhausted team to sit. He placed Kang-jun right beside himself.
“I heard you were the star of the show. You saved our asses.”
“An honor, sir. I simply did what any teammate would.”
“Haha, young man, you’re humble too. This is a happy day for our branch!”
Laughter rippled through the room. The instructor posted up in the back kept nodding enthusiastically.
After the grand meal, Kang-jun was assigned the top-grade single room. It was basically a hotel suite—normally reserved for high-ranking committee members on business. Naturally, it came with a private attendant.
“If you need anything, just call.”
Kang-jun lounged in the plush armchair and sipped the expensive grape wine. This was paradise. That was why people chased success. He had crawled out of the dirt for six long months to reach this room.
While he relaxed, footsteps approached the door.
“Women are here to see you.”
Kang-jun waved them in. Camilla and Ayumi. Both had dressed to seduce.
“Oh, look at the room. It’s so nice!”
“You were so cool today, oppa.”
They pressed in on either side, murmuring sweet nothings. The subtle perfume only heightened Kang-jun’s rising excitement. He made no attempt to hide how hard he already was. Both women’s eyes flicked straight to the obvious bulge.
“Want me to suck?”
“Like hell. I’ll do it.”
Kang-jun grinned sideways and flicked his chin, giving a subtle nod to encourage them. He’d leave the better one waiting.
Their dance began. They writhed and teased, putting everything into seduction. In the end they stripped completely and exposed themselves to him.
“You first.”
Ayumi took the choice. Camilla sulked slightly, pride stung. She should have kept her pride in check.
Ayumi knelt in front of the towering Kang-jun with a mischievous smile.
“Hands only. Mouth.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She stared up at him with wide, hungry eyes and worked to pull his pants and underwear down with her lips alone. Her breaths grew heavier, rougher with growing arousal.
At last she freed his thick cock. The sharp male scent hit her nose like a slap. Her hips twitched.
“Suck.”
She took him straight into her mouth. Camilla watched with obvious envy, licking her lips. If only she were the one…
The Japanese girl had skill. She sucked until her cheeks hollowed, swirled her tongue around the base, then traced delicate circles over the swollen head… Kang-jun’s technique was already dangerously skilled.
Especially without hands, her clumsy, eager mouth was even more stimulating. When he felt himself nearing the edge, he grabbed her hair and started thrusting roughly. The massive shaft scraped deep into her throat.
She struggled, limbs twisting, but held on until the very end. Then her resistance turned wild. Kang-jun enjoyed the struggle. Quack, quack. She pushed her legs hard and jerked her head back, but he held steady. When her eyes started rolling back, he eased off.
Ayumi collapsed sideways, retching several times. Kang-jun painted her body with his load.
His cock twitched, then swelled again. Camilla crawled forward on her knees.
“My turn…?”
“Turn around. Ass up.”
Camilla spun and thrust her generous rear high. She spread her pussy with both hands. Kang-jun knelt, aligned, and drove straight into her dripping depths.
From there the night turned into pure frenzy. He alternated between the two, fucking them senseless. They had come to satisfy him, yet he left them wrecked. His night skills were inhuman. Success, money, nothing else mattered—sex alone was enough to keep a man hooked.
“Too much! It’s too much!”
The sex so far had felt like play. The pleasure he gave was overwhelming. It was too good. To think such a perfect man even existed…
He had heard rumors of a black man whose size shattered any woman’s logic, but he never expected to feel it himself. If this pleasure was endless, he would do anything.
Kang-jun drove them both into unconsciousness. When he finally pulled out, he was a little tired. But the conquest gave him thirty coupons from the miserly gods.
The next morning Kang-jun left the branch early and returned to the team house. He had no desire to wave goodbye in front of the others. Better to enjoy the ride one last time.
“Senior—!”
Hye-mi lit up the moment she saw him return so early. Even Tsu’s usual blank face carried a faint flush.
Oh Geon-nam and the troll girl were still dead asleep, sprawled out from last night’s marathon.
“I waited so long…”
Hye-mi expressed her feelings with a soft, hidden confession. Heat burned in her eyes. Once he had tasted her, she could never go back. Her body was already starving for more.
Kang-jun headed to the shower. Hye-mi slipped into his room and met him there. They stepped into the shower together and tangled their bodies under the hot spray. Watching her try to stifle her moans was strangely entertaining. The more she struggled, the harder he thrust.
Hye-mi was no longer innocent. She did whatever Kang-jun ordered.
“Later. Come to my room at night.”
“…Yes, senior.”
Their tongues mingled filthily.