The Newbie's Problem? (5)
Okay. Ten more coupons banked.
The instructor’s eyes sharpened the instant she heard Kang-jun’s stream of curses.
“…What, you little shit?”
“I went easy on you because you’re an instructor, and now you don’t even know your place. Trying to climb all the way to the top, huh?”
Ha. The instructor let out a hollow laugh. She never imagined a trainee would provoke her this brazenly. Of course, in the years she’d spent as an instructor there had been challenges aimed at her before. But those had always been pushback against heavy pressure—not this pathetic insubordination. …And she had always handled every challenge the same way.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yeah. It’s a challenge.”
The instructor cracked her neck to the side. Just because he’d lucked into learning how to handle mana, he thought he was invincible. Sure, his talent was exceptional, but she herself had been called a genius among geniuses until her ears rang with it, and that was how she’d reached this position. He’d been here a little over two weeks. She’d been here more than three years. Even if he edged her out in raw talent, she was certain that gap in time could never be overturned.
“Then of course I’ll accept. Naturally. Whose orders do you think these are, our oh-so-talented trainee?”
“Hold on.”
“What, scared now that it’s time to actually fight?”
“Just fighting and ending it would be boring.”
“True. Beating you half to death and wrapping it up here would be a little dull.”
The instructor was overflowing with composure. She didn’t doubt her victory for a second. Kang-jun crooked a smile at her attitude. This re-education was going to taste even better.
“We need stakes to make it fun. …Until the tutorial ends, the loser becomes the winner’s dog. How about it?”
“Ha, interesting. Yeah, bastards like you are the only reason this instructor job still has any flavor. Kids these days have zero guts—scare them a little and they all fold.”
“Jesus, you talk too fucking much. …So are you in or not?”
The smile vanished from her face.
“Fine. I’m in, you fucking piece of shit.”
Kang-jun crooked a finger, telling her to come first. The moment she saw it, the instructor slammed her foot into the ground and launched. Pretty quick for a brat. He still hadn’t even reached first Awakening, but the movement was good enough to work in the tutorial.
Of course, he didn’t have the stats yet to overwhelm her either, so he couldn’t afford to yawn and look bored. Still, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t dodge.
The fist she’d thrown intending to drop him in one hit swept empty air. Now it was Kang-jun’s turn.
He twisted his body lightly and moved his leg. The instructor raised her arm at once and blocked the kick. Far better than taking it unprotected, but the impact still wasn’t nothing. …It was a kick hard to believe a trainee had thrown.
“You…!”
The word “bastard” never finished leaving her mouth before the follow-up arrived. The combination flowed so naturally she nearly offered up her solar plexus.
Sensing danger, the instructor poured mana into herself. Her six points of mana distributed evenly across strength, speed, and stamina. The numbers didn’t rise much, but her body felt lighter than usual.
This time she swung her arms. She hooked her fingers like claws and raked the air with sharp, rapid swipes. Yet every time her fingers missed his body. Even when she came at him with real intent, she couldn’t touch a single hair.
Stronger than I thought.
For the first time the instructor felt a real sense of crisis. This wasn’t something you could fake just because you’d learned a little martial arts back on Earth. This was combat technique forged through countless real battles. She felt like she was sparring with a seasoned instructor. …Something she’d spent years striving toward, and this bastard had reached it in a mere two weeks? Was that even possible?
Unexplainable things happen all the time in this world. From the moment the existence of gods became clear, the range of what could be understood far exceeded human limits.
That was something she’d heard often enough from the instructors. Measured against those words, it wasn’t impossible that he’d achieved in two weeks what she hadn’t managed in years. Just because something was incomprehensible didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. …And since it had actually happened, this situation existed.
No. It has to be a fluke.
The instructor straightened the fear that had begun to creep in. Setting everything else aside, this was a matter of pride that was as good as her life. …An instructor losing to a trainee? Absolutely unthinkable. Especially if it happened to her—that was even more unimaginable.
She’s gotten desperate.
Now the instructor swung her arms with killing intent. The thought that she might actually lose to a trainee had flipped her eyes white. That meant he no longer needed to hold back either. He intended to drag her pride all the way into the dirt.
After dodging her rapid strikes a few times, Kang-jun quickly found the openings. He himself had spent decades mixing it up with the strongest fighters in the dungeons. Even the fields outside his specialty he’d only learned by eye, yet his eye for combat was still far sharper than most experts.
Given how low the instructor’s level was, her technique was riddled with holes. Kang-jun picked the most certain and fatal weakness among them and struck.
The sudden rush from Kang-jun tangled her hands and feet in the next linked motion. Her unprotected side took a solid kick from the top of his foot.
She flew like a kite with a cut string and slammed into a tree. The impact was enormous. The physical shock was bad, but the mental shock was far worse. She hadn’t landed a single hit, yet her opponent had immediately spotted the opening and counterattacked successfully. …In truth, that was the moment the hierarchy had been decided.
Even so, the instructor refused to give up. She gritted her teeth, staggered to her feet, and reset her stance. Thinking she could take one clean hit if her luck was bad…
“Persistent. Training a mutt might actually be fun.”
Kang-jun mocked her openly. She no longer had even a speck of room to retort. Every nerve focused on his next move.
The instructor poured all her mana into speed. The number now approached twenty.
The instant her foot stamped the ground, she shot forward like an arrow. Her widely swung fingers closed in on his chest. The relationship of instructor and trainee no longer existed in her head. He had become something that had to be killed.
Got…
The moment she thought the attack had landed, her opponent vanished from right in front of her eyes as if it were a lie. Her fingers once again sliced empty air.
The shock left a brief opening. By the time she realized it and tried to shift into a defensive stance, it was already too late. Her vision flashed white.
When the instructor came to her senses, she found herself face-down in the dirt. Immediately after, tremendous pain crashed over her. It felt like her entire body was being torn apart.
“Aaagh!”
Her body writhed like a stepped-on worm. Her lungs had seized; her breath locked up and her mind went hazy.
“Nice try. But your movements are unnecessarily big.”
Kang-jun pressed his foot down hard on the fallen instructor’s head. It was an extremely humiliating act. Her teeth ground with rage.
She thrashed roughly again, forced herself up, and charged him. But her mindless, flailing attacks after losing her reason were even more pathetic than before. The little capital she had left had already been exposed.
Every time an attack came in, Kang-jun casually dodged and immediately counterattacked. Fists and feet kept working her body over. After taking more than a dozen hits, she finally couldn’t hold out and collapsed. Her mana was completely empty. Lying face-down, she looked up at Kang-jun and ground her teeth.
“…You fucking… bastard.”
“Wow, that mouth of yours is still alive.”
Thud. Without hesitation Kang-jun kicked her square in the face. Both nostrils burst. The instructor no longer had the strength to rise; she just sprawled on the ground, gasping.
“Our poor instructor. Reduced to crawling after only two weeks of training. …So, do you admit defeat?”
“Ptooey. Shut up.”
“Why are you still like this? You need to know how to accept results. Or are you planning to stay at that level forever?”
The instructor strained with everything she had to get up again and failed. A body drained of mana felt several times more helpless. That was why recklessly burning yourself to exhaustion was forbidden.
Or else you end up looking like this.
“Well then, shall we give our dog a little welcome greeting?”
Kang-jun yanked his pants down in one motion. His cock still hung soft, yet even then its size was nothing small. Seeing it, the instructor’s thrashing grew worse.
“You bastard. You think you’ll walk away clean after this?!”
The hoarse shout didn’t sound the least bit frightening.
“Walk away clean? Then go tattle to the instructors. Tell them you lost to a trainee and got treated rough. The rumor will spread through the whole Training Center before the day is out. The instructor bitch who lost to a trainee. You’ll be a real spectacle. …Me? I’ll just sit in solitary for a day or two. No big deal.”
The instructor bit down hard on her lower lip. The expression on her face said that kind of rumor spreading was worse than death. Prideful women were easy like this. Use that properly and they became obedient.
“If you become my dog, it can stay a secret between just the two of us. I’ll be gone in two weeks anyway…”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
“Or you can challenge me again next time. Surely the great instructor wouldn’t run away when a trainee challenges her, right?”
Her eyes wavered. But an answer didn’t come easily. Kang-jun, of course, paid no attention and simply did what he needed to do. Thirty coupons were on the line; he had zero intention of delaying the main event.
“Still, this… this is…”
“You said a strong person deserves matching treatment. Then show some sincerity. …With your body.”
Kang-jun tore her pants open without mercy. Even the bother of pulling them off was too much. How was she supposed to move around without pants? That was her problem.
In the meantime his cock had already lifted its head, bobbing eagerly. She clearly wasn’t ready at all, but that was also her problem.
Still, the instructor was well outside the ordinary human range, so shoving it in dry wouldn’t make her cry and beg from the pain. And this wasn’t a situation where she was going to suck him off and caress him just to make him feel good either.
“Wait—!”
When a woman thrashes and tells you to wait a second, a man’s instinct is to push even harder. Kang-jun drove his cock straight into the dry hole. A tight, dry squeeze. What he got from putting it in dry was exactly two things: the conquest of having fucked a prideful instructor, and the satisfaction of earning coupons. The actual pleasure was still awkward because the fit was rough.
Kang-jun didn’t just mindlessly slam his hips. That wouldn’t help him much either. He gave light, gentle vibrations with his waist, coaxing lubricant to start flowing.
“I’ll get revenge. Ugh, I’ll kill you for sure.”
The instructor bitch gritted her teeth and spat curses while taking it cleanly. It seemed that was the only way she could cling to the pride that was about to collapse—by claiming a mental victory.
“I love hearing curses like that the most. Keep going.”
“Son of a bitch. Ugh, son of a bitch. Ah.”
Gradually the fit grew smoother. From that point Kang-jun truly started the engine. After decades of polishing this cock-work while catering to the gods’ whims, it had reached a transcendent level. Anything you hone for that long becomes mastery, doesn’t it?
At first the act had been pure pain, but it changed little by little. Kang-jun probed various spots inside the instructor, compared the minute stimuli and reactions, then zeroed in on the exquisite weak points. It was a technique impossible without vast experience. Pleasure switches kept clicking on one after another.
The instructor found herself growing restless. Wherever her hands touched, moss was ripped away in clumps. As her body began to float, she needed something solid to grab. Her lost hands groped everywhere. The sensation was completely foreign.
In the end both her hands clamped hard onto the two forearms planted like pillars. The wet slap of flesh against flesh grew fiercer. Kang-jun poured on the final spurt. Ahhh. The muscles of her tensed abdomen stood out in sharp relief.
She felt her body growing rigid. The pleasure gathered in her crotch climbed higher and higher into her chest. Her waist and neck stretched taut. At the same time her breath locked completely.
Ugh. With one last heavy collision, Kang-jun poured his seed deep into her body. The body that had been clenched tight went limp again. The moment her blocked airway opened, the instructor gasped for air in ragged breaths.
…For the remaining two weeks, it looked like the mutt training was going to be entertaining.