Becoming the Academy's Old-Timer of the Novel
Dungeon Progress: 85%
The next day.
I burned through nearly all the mana I'd charged up the night before, pushing through the dungeon all morning.
Mana: 3 / 74
We'd picked up eighteen mana stones along the way.
"How much do these go for?"
Jiyoon answered for me.
"Quality like this? Maybe a million won a stone?"
"Say what?"
The mana stones we'd farmed on the first day were still burning away in the fireplace.
So that means we made eighteen million just this morning?
And we'd already stockpiled a fair number before that, hadn't we?
Seolha snickered beside me.
"You take them all."
Being S-Rank, apparently this didn't even register as money to her.
Works for me.
In the afternoon, I recharged my mana with six internal finishings each for Jiyoon and Seolha.
Mana: 51 / 74
By the end, both of them were utterly spent, so we agreed to finish the rest after dinner.
Come evening, the two of them had recovered enough to join me for a meal.
Our food supplies were running low, though.
That was when Seolha found a chess set tucked beside the empty rations.
"Oh? Chess! Can anyone here actually play?"
Jiyoon shook her head.
That fool thinks of nothing but training.
"Then play against me."
Seolha and I sat down across from each other at the table.
As she arranged the pieces, she grinned at me.
"What should we bet?"
"A bet?"
"It's not a game without stakes. What, don't tell me you think you'll lose?"
Jiyoon, watching from the sidelines, leaned in and gave me a warning.
"Ian. Seolha won the chess tournament they held at the Academy last time."
Hup.
All I know is how the pieces move.
"I'll go do some training outside."
Jiyoon grabbed her equipment and headed out to the Safe Zone.
"So, no bet then?"
Seolha rested her chin on her hand and studied me.
"Hmm. I take it you've got something in mind?"
She swept a glance around the camp Jiyoon had just left, then turned back to me.
"Hey. Want to be my Supporter?"
A Supporter.
The people who work alongside hunters in the field, backing them up — hauling their gear, patching up equipment in emergencies, carrying potions and other consumables, or healing them with utility skills.
Some people whose skills didn't fit a solo career but paired well with a hunter became Supporters for exactly that reason — a Supporter with an attack-boosting buff skill, for instance, could apply it to the hunter they served.
I had not one single qualification for the job.
What I had was talent for being an undead-specialist hunter, if anything.
If not for the mana-regen curse, my Holy Explosion alone would have gotten me treated like an S-Rank.
Even now, weren't Jiyoon and Seolha effectively acting as my Supporters?
"I've got nothing that can support you, though?
It'd only make sense if you were supporting me instead."
"What?
You're telling me to follow an S-Rank around collecting a paycheck?"
It wasn't an angry expression.
Quite the opposite — she was giving me a mischievous smile.
Ah. She's gorgeous.
"No, I only mean that's how it'd work if we went hunter-and-Supporter. Why are you asking me to be your Supporter when you know perfectly well I can't do anything?"
"Well... just because.
Because it means you'd follow me around."
She fidgeted, scratching her cheek awkwardly.
She was saying she'd give me a ride on her bus, so come travel with her.
Because if I became Yoo Seolha's Supporter, I'd no longer be "F-Class Academy Student" but "Supporter to an S-Rank Hunter (Prospective)."
In a word: she was offering to raise my status, in exchange for serving as her Supporter.
Even without a support skill, I suppose I could muddle through as a Supporter, just carrying potions and items for her.
Yoo Seolha spoke up.
"White goes first."
I pushed a pawn forward.
Yoo Seolha laid down her reply, then flashed a bright smile.
"Since the game's started, the bet stands, right?"
I nodded.
"Sure, fine."
Yoo Seolha asked me.
"And you? What are you betting?"
I propped my chin on my hand and answered like it was nothing.
"You wrap those tits around my cock and jerk me off until I cum."
Yoo Seolha's face contorted.
"You absolute pervert."
"Isn't it also perverted to propose a bet you obviously expect to win?"
"What? You might win, you know."
The corners of her mouth curled upward.
Well.
I'd say I probably will.A London System opening, huh. Coincidence, probably. Push the pawn, bring the bishop out, take the center with Ian... if he ever tries to swing the knights around, I just take the pawn on that side.
So this was what it meant to see every move laid bare?
Thirty minutes later.
Yoo Seolha had both hands buried in her hair.
The game had tilted slightly in my favor.
I scratched my neck.
"Where'd the champion go, I wonder?"
"Shut up. Let me think."
I peeled off my workout clothes one piece at a time, right in front of her.
"Ahh. Waiting is boring.
Might as well get undressed."
Stark naked, I went and stood beside her.
"Hey Seolha, look at this."
I flexed my erection so it bounced upright.
"Ugh."
She covered her eyes with her hand.
I snickered and sat back down in my chair.
Yoo Seolha placed her next move.
Exactly the line I'd predicted.
"Hmm. You're playing that? What's the thought process there, I wonder?"
I put on a show of deliberation.
Across from me, Seolha suddenly peeled off her sweatshirt.
Then she rested her bra-clad, enormous breasts right on top of the table, in plain view.
"Ian, look at this.
There aren't many breasts that sit like this on a table, right? Hmm?"
Sabotage, is it?
Cute.
I decided to play along.
I deliberately pretended not to look.
"Ian, look over here."
At some point she'd lost the bra too — Seolha grabbed her own breast and squeezed until her nipple jutted out stiffly.
"Well? Don't you want to touch them? Want to suck them?"
"Ahh. Stop it."
I made a show of shielding my eyes.
"If you become my Supporter, we'll be together at the Academy all the time, you know.
We could sneak touches in whenever we wanted.
Doesn't that excite you? Getting to secretly grope S-Rank Yoo Seolha's breasts and suck her nipples in some hidden spot where nobody can see.
Well? You love my tits, don't you?"
I almost fell for it.
But becoming a Supporter was not the future I had planned.
I made my next move.
Yoo Seolha froze. It was a move she hadn't anticipated.
I stood up, took hold of my Big Cock for Training, and gave it a slow stroke.
"To think our Seolha would wrap her tits around this and jerk me off.
Haah. Using S-Rank Yoo Seolha's breasts like a pussy.
Before we leave this dungeon, I'm making your tits my exclusive tit-pussy, Seolha."
Yoo Seolha buried her face in her arms atop the table.
"You're insane. Absolute pervert. Can't you talk like a civilized human being?"
"Then hurry up and move.
Why'd you put it there, hmm?"
"Unghhh..."
She made her move at the very end of her clock, and a smile bloomed across her face.
She thought she could turn the game around.
"Shit. What the—"
I feigned panic and sank back into my chair.
This was now a game I couldn't lose even if I tried.
Checkmate in five, no matter what.
And in the middle of all this, Yoo Seolha began her interference campaign.
"Ian, look at this, look."
She grabbed her own breasts, then draped her nipples over the edge of the table.
And lowered them.
The plump pink nipples caught on the hard edge — snagging for an instant like jelly before bouncing back with a springy jiggle.
"Ahn♥"
Seolha let out a honeyed moan.
I was trying to check the board one last time, but my gaze kept getting dragged away.
"Cut it out, you lewd woman."
"Heh heh."
Emboldened by my reaction, she began rubbing her nipples against the table edge in turn, over and over.
"Aaahn. Iaan, ahn.
If you become my Supporter, I'll let you suck my nipples every single day. Okay?"
Her nipples swelled up stiff in real time.
In trying to distract me, she'd gone and turned herself on.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I moved my rook and brought the checkmate forward.
She dropped her breasts and stared at the board, wide-eyed.
The sight of an utterly gorgeous woman, nipples standing at full attention, glaring at a chessboard in deadly earnest.
Ah. That's insanely hot.
I dragged my chair back into the open space away from the table.
Sitting down, I crossed my arms and spoke.
"If you think you've lost, come over here and sandwich them."
My cock bobbed and twitched in the air.
Seolha clutched her head in both hands.
My Big Cock for Training was wedged snug between two huge, bouncy breasts.
Kneeling in front of my chair, Seolha peered up at me with an expression of pure humiliation.
Holding her breasts together, she asked me.
"So how am I supposed to do this?"
I placed my hand on top of her head.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Huh—"
"Further. As far as it goes."
"Ehh—"
Her cheeks flushed red.
Embarrassed as she was, she did as she was told.
"Now get it nice and wet."
"Hah—"
A long, glistening thread of saliva stretched down from the tip of her tongue.
It dripped onto my glans and ran down like honey.
My cock was nicely slicked now.
I slid my hand back over her head.
"Tongue in. Grip with your tits and move."
"Like... like this?"
Seolha held her breasts together and began sliding them up and down.
"Squeeze tighter as you go."
"Your thing's too big, there's nothing left to squeeze."
She pressed my cock flat between her soft mounds and worked them up and down.
The saliva squelched between us, smearing into lube.
"Haah. Haah. Yours is so... hot."
Her breathing had begun to grow heavy.
I laid a finger along the path my cock traveled, right where Seolha's swollen nipples rose to their peak.
Every time she lifted and lowered her breasts, my fingertip teased her nipples.
"Nngh♥"
She started bouncing her breasts faster and faster, chasing the stimulation of my finger.
Squelch, squelch.
The Big Cock for Training was taming its newest pussy.
Seolha looked up at me.
"Ian, you. Are you really not going to be my Supporter?" It was kindness, in her own way.
An offer to lift me up from being an F-Class, trampled like a lowborn at the Academy.
"I'd be no use to you at all."
"Then..."
You idiot. Once we go back to the Academy, we'll never see each other again...
Don't tell me I'm the only one — the only one thinking like this?
Does Ian really not plan on keeping this up once we're back at the Academy?
Even now... is he just doing it to refill his mana?
Squelch, squelch.
Her breasts tightened around my cock.
"Seolha."
"Hm?"
She peered up at me with those big, clear eyes.
"You like my cock?"
At the vulgar question, she looked away as if let down.
"I told you. I told you last time I liked it..."
Seolha forced down her embarrassment and answered.
Say it. Say you like it.I like it. I like it, okay? Haah. There, happy? Aahn♥
I took both of Seolha's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Did you mean it back then?"
Seolha squeezed her eyes shut and spoke.
"Yes. I like your cock.
I like getting fucked by you. I like it when you tease me with that filthy mouth of yours. I like fooling around like perverts with you like this. There. Satisfied?"
"..."
"Being F-Class is hell, you know.
That's the whole reason I asked you to be my Supporter.
It would have made your life easier.
And you just had to go and win without a shred of tact.
Idiot."
Tears welled up in Yoo Seolha's eyes, brimming at the rims.