Pursuit #018
“Gaon. Is this really the right move?”
“We can only hope it's darkest under the lamp. If my hunch is right, we'll slip out of everyone's reach.”
Gaon and Cho-rin finished a simple breakfast, packed their supplies, and left the cave. With their relationship with Shin Segye soured, they couldn't stay here forever. They had to leave eventually, but the biggest issue was securing drinking water. Staying put wasn't an option, and venturing into goblin territory was out too. That left the lake used by the survivor camp—but things had gone south with them as well. In the end, they needed a spot hidden from all factions.
In both his first and second timelines, the survivor camp had been at the southwestern edge because of the lake there. Farther north was the troll dungeon, and beyond that, the neutral zone and the lake used by the goblins. The spot they needed was right in between. He couldn't just explain it outright without revealing his regression, so he'd cobbled together various reasons to convince her.
“Using psychometry, I checked yesterday's traces—they lead southwest. The odds of monsters there are low. Our canteens are still fairly full, so let's scout around for a few days and find a good spot.”
“Mm… okay. Got it. I'll trust you, Gaon!”
If they were only obsessed with safety, they could head northeast, away from goblins, orcs, and Shin Segye. The canyons there made it decent for pure survival. The terrain was rough, with no large clearings, so it wasn't ideal for groups—but Gaon and Cho-rin were just the two of them. Still, Gaon had to think ahead. Leaving this place meant entering a true eat-or-be-eaten world. Here, only goblins and orcs roamed, and even the troll was sealed in its dungeon. Outside was different. You could die pointlessly running into an ogre while hunting goblins.
No place was as safe for growth as here. From now on, they couldn't focus solely on survival. With massive factions to consider, it was wiser to stay close and observe rather than hide completely. So, a spot outside all spheres of influence but observable—that was the plan. They'd deliberately left false trails in another direction, so pursuit was unlikely. Now, they just needed to reach the target safely, build strength, and bide their time.
“We need to hurry. This area's not that big. Like the dome we first found, it'll be walled off somewhere. We might find shelter by tonight.”
“Don't worry! We have shoes now, so walking all day is no problem. Let's go!”
“Right. Let's move.”
Gaon and Cho-rin plunged into the forest at twice their usual speed.
“Kuheup! Keugruk—!”
“Kuh…!”
Under a tattered tent, a man and woman were pressed together. Kim Min-jun finally released into the woman's mouth after thrusting relentlessly, then let go of her hair.
“Ah, refreshing.”
Basking in the afterglow, Kim Min-jun adjusted his pants and rummaged through his bag to pay. He grimaced at a squished peach inside—the juice had made a mess. Shrugging, he pulled it out anyway.
“This'll do instead. Fine, right? And wash up next time. You're too filthy to even look at.”
“Thank you.”
The woman took the peach without complaint. Peaches were valuable fruit here. Normally, you'd have to fuck her pussy for that, so scoring one for just a blowjob was lucky.
As Kim Min-jun left the tent for his quarters, a man came running from afar.
“Hey—! Kim Min-jun!”
“Huh? What?”
“Boss wants you! Hurry!”
“Boss?”
“Yeah. Something came up. That's all!”
The man dashed past after delivering the message. Kim Min-jun scratched his head irritably and headed to the central barracks, staring at the receding figure.
“Fuck. What now? I'm exhausted.”
As part of the scouting team, he'd wandered the forest all day and had just returned. He'd hit the brothel area for a quick release before heading home, only to get dragged away. Annoying as it was, he couldn't ignore it. His tracking ability earned him favor, but defying the boss was suicide. Some nationwide gangster back on Earth, apparently. He'd united all the local thugs here. A lone guy like Kim Min-jun couldn't challenge him.
'Tch… He seemed manageable at first.'
When Kim Min-jun first met Park Gyu-wan, it was just a group of four. If his own party hadn't scattered upon arrival, sheer numbers might have flipped the hierarchy. Shame.
'If not for that bastard…'
Hyeo Ga-on, was it? What a stupid name, spouting weird shit that killed the mood. Cost him a hot piece.
“Ah, what a waste.”
She'd seemed timid enough to break with some coaxing and pressure. Without him, he'd have fucked her dozens of times by now.
Tsking in regret, Kim Min-jun arrived at the central barracks.
“Kim Min-jun's here. Go in—the boss is waiting.”
“Got it.”
Shin Segye's camp centered on a massive barracks, surrounded by a forest of tents. Beyond lay log palisades, patrolled regularly by guards. All built in just two weeks. Thug or not, you had to respect the skill. Brute force alone couldn't achieve this.
Kim Min-jun brushed past the doorman and parted the entrance flap. Inside was a clean, spacious area. Park Gyu-wan sat in a carved wooden chair on one side, waiting. Compared to Earth's standards, it was basement-level, but cozy next to the cramped tents where most barely fit lying down.
“Kim Min-jun. Sit.”
Park Gyu-wan gestured to the chair opposite. Kim Min-jun, dying to crash, straightened up for hierarchy's sake and sat slowly.
Park Gyu-wan: late 30s, rugged face with sharp jawline and piercing eyes—intimidating. Alone in a dark alley, you'd avert your eyes from his bulk. Modern gangsters were smart, but his nationwide rep seemed legit; he looked feral.
As Kim Min-jun met his gaze, Park Gyu-wan spoke.
“Scouting Team 5. You know them?”
“Team 5… Lee Joo-hwan? Their leader, right?”
A womanizer who roamed harassing people. Bound to bite off more than he could chew someday. Had something happened?
Park Gyu-wan nodded at Kim Min-jun's mix of curiosity and anticipation.
“Yeah. The whole team. Left yesterday morning, no return. Deserted or something happened—who knows. Need someone to find out.”
You're the guy. No need for the rest.
Kim Min-jun scowled at the hassle, ran a hand through his hair, and replied.
“Now?”
“No, tomorrow. Sent 'em to orc territory—one day round trip. Take your whole Team 1.”
“If someone's got them?”
“...Just ID the threat and report back.”
“Understood. Anything else?”
Lee Joo-hwan or whatever—rest was priority. Kim Min-jun bowed and left as soon as Park Gyu-wan finished.
Not a bad gig. They were expanding anyway, scouting daily. This fit his skills perfectly—might even be easier. Pheromone Detection: his skill. Friends always said he sniffed out women well; maybe why. Never forgot a scent, could track it. Unless time erased it, infallible. That's why Park Gyu-wan valued him.
'Ah, fuck. Horny again.'
One blowjob wasn't enough today. Then Yi Cho-rin popped into his head. Prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Those huge tits—unmatched. Every part top-tier; no wonder he still craved her.
Back on Earth, it wasn't this bad. Even as a womanizer, he'd never been this feral. This world made him. Stress from adapting? Nothing beat pleasure. And Shin Segye amplified it. Peach or a few plums for pussy—heaven. Sure, hygiene sucked, but tolerable. That blowjob girl? Club pickup would've cost a fortune in drinks and more. Now? Toss a squished peach, throat-fuck her like a whore—no complaints.
That's why he obsessed over Yi Cho-rin. If she lived? Bait her with survival, fuck her raw. Personal slave.
Kim Min-jun chuckled at the fantasy. Passersby glanced, then looked away. Ignoring them, he dumped his gear in his tent, lay on the bed—and bolted up ten minutes later.
“Fuck, can't hold it. One more round.”
Used to daily dumps, withdrawal hit hard. He geared up loosely, grabbed fruit from his bag, and headed back to the brothels.