Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: [Tower of Lust Floors 16~19] Temptation of the Imported Dairy Cow
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Up to the 14th floor, it was a subway defense nightmare in the storm.
Whenever I smashed the charging non-virgin succubi, more would pour in at the next station.
I could say with 100% certainty that I'd killed more mobs here today than in all my solo hunter days combined. It was an insane number.
And so, we finally arrived here.
Compared to the previous battles, the 15th floor we'd barely reached felt truly safe.
The succubi did talk to us, but they seemed the tense ones.
-You know about the treaty we signed before, right?
-Please refrain from killing.
It was a desperate plea not to fight here.
As Ceres had said, this place was really just kids and their succubus parents. Starting a fight could lead to some unimaginable catastrophe—it was all too clear.
The kids stared at us like we were monsters. Even as succubi, they followed their parents devotedly. Killing one would surely earn us lifelong resentment.
"Man, this is making me feel guilty as hell. Can't even raise my fist."
"I get how you feel."
"Isn't this a total demilitarized zone?"
"It is, but that doesn't mean you can let your guard down completely. Even succubi have lured overconfident hunters with home invitations, sending their lives straight to ruin."
"How'd they get got?"
Ahem.
"Hello there. Rough trip up to the 15th floor, huh? Oh, it's safe here thanks to the treaty, so no need to stay on edge. We've got an empty room at home—why don't you rest up? See? I just came back from the market, about to eat. Join us if you'd like. And in the iced tea, just a little sprinkle of...
-Oops.
"Hahaha, after a fun meal, drowsiness hits suddenly. Wake up in baby mode, cradled in the busty succubus's embrace, dick going pat-pat-pat..."
Ceres's reenactment was scarily realistic.
A clichéd trap, but effective.
Since succubi were rational beings capable of conversation—not mere beasts—any man would want to talk, and it preyed exactly on that psychology.
"Barring those fishing attempts, they won't aggressively attack."
I etched her advice deep in my mind and followed her lead to what turned out to be an airport.
No passport needed for boarding.
There was one plane waiting. As we sat in the same row as Ceres, a total airhead who looked like she only had sex on her mind approached.
"Hello~! Need anything to drink?"
"No. We're fine, so stay away."
"...Tch."
Fucking bitches.
Plotting right up to the end.
-This flight is now departing for the 16th floor.
-Passengers, please remain seated until transfer completes.
-In preparation for any incidents, no raw dog sex is permitted on this flight.
The moment the plane lifted off, we were enveloped in golden particles and transferred.
What greeted us next was a frozen wasteland.
Cold.
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[Tower of Lust, 16th Floor]
"It's coooold!!!"
"We'll get there soon, so hang in there."
I followed Ceres through the snow.
The cold wasn't unbearable, but get lost in this natural maze and you'd freeze to death 100%.
"A sauna in a hellhole like this!? Who the fuck decided to build here? Their heads must be cracked!"
"It seems stupid, right? Still, gimmick-wise, it's on the kinder side."
"Where's the 'kind' in this!? I'll freeze my ass off before we get anywhere!"
Snowfield here! Snowfield there!
Snow falling from the sky, gray visibility—no ridges in sight!
"It's true. This floor's unique trait is that hitting specific checkpoints teleports you ahead without much penalty."
"Floors 16 to 19?"
"Yes."
"So, no need to clear 20—you punch through once, and you can start from 19?"
"Exactly. Pretty generous for the Golden Tower."
Unique trait?
All I see is snow.
Or is this the unique trait?
"Look at your feet."
"My feet? My teeth ain't loose."
"Don't want the snow cooling things off, so save the lame jokes for someone else."
As Ceres shot me a glare, I looked down at my boot tips.
The edges were artificially frozen.
"It's a freeze status ailment. The longer you stay, the more parts of you ice over—be careful."
"What's the time limit?"
"16th floor: 5-6 hours. 17th: 2 hours. 18th: 1 hour. 19th: 30 minutes."
"Instant-death dungeon if you get lost, and that's 'kind' how?"
"Checkpoints give warmth buffs in exchange. Factor that in—no mobs, super safe."
"Ah~! So safe if you don't grab buffs and get lost, you just freeze solid for sure?"
"With a map, yes."
"What about pioneer teams without one?"
"They became snow women husbands or wives. Most got rescued. Problem was, even thawed from ice blocks, they stayed frozen."
Bullshit.
I'll end up an ice block at this rate.
Ceres pointed straight ahead.
"We're here."
A building.
Snow hid it till we were right up on it—looked like it popped out of nowhere.
"No way it's real."
"Told you it was. Why would I lie?"
"That explain this?"
Five stories tall.
Reeked of a swanky urban bathhouse. Without the snowfield around, it'd fit right in.
At the entrance counter, two friendly-looking snow women with pale skin and white hair.
...But orange sauna suits on such beauties? Total mismatch.
"Welcome to the 16th floor Lust Sauna."
"How many?"
Gorgeous smiles.
While I stood dumbfounded, Ceres pulled out her wallet.
"Two."
"This tower's in Korea, so rates match. 5 million won per person—okay?"
"What kinda insane pri—"
"Yes, please."
Unlike me, Ceres looked right at home.
"Card received. One moment—I'll process payment."
The snow woman handled it smiling.
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Why do mobs use card terminals? No clue on principle or reason.
What the hell does the tower lord want?
"Payment complete. Here's your key and clothes. Lost key: 10 million fine. Meals and drinks ordered inside are free."
"We strongly recommend handjobs and all lewd acts. Copulate freely, anytime, anywhere."
I took the clothes in a daze.
"Recommend what?"
"Copulation. The saunas work great for that too."
Didn't mishear.
As I dug wax from my ear, Ceres asked more.
"Anyone else here before us?"
"Not now."
"First visitors in ages since a few from days ago."
Days ago...
Cartographer Guild folks?
This huge place empty except snow women? Score.
Thought we'd relax easy, but our butler spouted madness.
"No need for clothes then."
"...Pardon?"
"Why?"
"Why no clothes?"
"Just us—no need."
Am I speaking Korean?
Tower translation bugged?
"Others might come?"
"Won't. No one spotted from 11th to 16th, and normies farm below 14—not this barren waste."
Plus a day off at 5 mil a head.
Unless farming low, yeah, they'd skip.
"Even if?"
"20th clearers or Cartographers. Latter already cleared ahead—no meet."
Got why she's so bold.
"You and me, alone—basically public bath—naked all day?"
"Not one day. One per floor for warmth buffs: total 4 days. Back in 6 max."
"Ah, fouuuur days~?"
Damn, impressed.
This sly fox bitch.
"No wonder you wanted to tower with me. Not one day—four days monopolizing me to drag me here?"
"Sweat out, wounds heal, water weight drop."
Sounded good.
But her lust to seduce me peeked through.
"Fuck it. Do your worst. I'll enjoy too."
"Great attitude."
Kept the key, ditched clothes.
She grabbed my wrist, dragged me inside.
'Why am I in a 16th-floor sauna with a lesbian European dairy cow disguised as a boyish girl, paying 5 mil to be naked together for four absurd days?'
Asked myself while pulled along—no answer.
Thinking stresses— just enjoy.
"Hehehe."
My surrender? Ceres beamed like a kid pranking parents successfully.
'...A real sauna.'
Anyway, warm inside—no weirdness for succubi-run joint.
Wooden framework, like neighborhood's biggest sauna supersized fancy.
'2F: baths. 3F: saunas. 4F: dorm. 5F: lounge.'
Straightforward setup, but...
"Why no gender divide?"
"Think the Tower of Lust has that?"
Stupid question.
Yeah, saw adults in diapers floors below—my fault expecting normal morals.
"Change here, head up."
"Feels like home."
Hit 2F changing room, stripped gear.
I got 15, Ceres 16—right next door, naked together.
"Come to think, first time showing off slow like this."
Stood straight before me like a health check.
Skin whiter, prettier shine than my freckled bod—rude comparison.
"What do you think? Your temptation body for four days starting today."
No shame in tone, but cheeks pinked slightly.
Words-actions never matched.
"Like a mid-tier 3D R18 game slapped with nude skin and oil shine mod."
"...Insult?"
"Fans'd call it praise."
"...Pubes?"
"Shaved before coming."
"Why?"
"Dunno your taste. Tell later, grow to match. Tower sells pubes grower anytime."
True goner bitch.
Hard-on from this body? My fault zero.
"Wash first?"
"Sweat out top."
"Go ahead. Grab drinks."
"Shit, can't get used."
Dick swinging, climbed wooden stairs to 3F.
Strutted naked through vast building screaming "full of guests."
Taboo thrill or liberation? Sauna warmth—no chill, but exposure fetish vibes made dick itch unbearable.