Party Member Reroll
Enemy detected. Threat level: very low.
At the farthest reach of the radar stretched to its absolute limit, several skeletons registered in his awareness. A fragment of consciousness weighed their movement paths against the strength of the barriers surrounding them, judged the threat negligible, and continued maintaining the radar and barriers without taking any further action.
Several more hours slipped by. When the short hand of the clock set beside the bed pointed to six—
Time to wake up.
The fragment of consciousness stirred the rest of Jun's sleeping mind. And so Jun awoke.
Nuzzle, nuzzle.
"Haaah♡ Haaah♡ Our little Juni… come on, have a little more milk…"
Squish, squelch.
"Ahn♡ Aaahn♡ My lord♡ It feels so good♡"
…They went at it all night again, huh.
The moment he opened his eyes, his vision filled with an enormous mass of soft flesh. From within it, pure white breast milk spilled freely, soaking his mouth and throat. His belly had swollen taut, as though he'd gorged himself on every drop that had flowed into him.
His manhood stood vigorously erect, and around it a dense, yielding mass of flesh writhed and rubbed, cooing and fawning over it. Squirt. The flesh's flattery seemed to please it immensely — it shuddered with delight and released a thick, rich load of affection.
Today, once again, his two wives — those foxes, no, those succubi — had clearly milked him for all he was worth while he slept. Just how long had they been at it? The milk-scent and peach fragrance hanging in the air were so thick he felt he might choke.
Gulp.
"Ladies. That's enough."
"Aww∼. I wanted to feed you a little more. Is it already time to get up?"
"Indeed, my lord. I had hoped to wring you out just once more…"
Still hungry, the two wives rubbed their enormous breasts against his face and squeezed the shaft still buried between their thighs, stoking his desire.
"No. Come on — clean up."
Even so, Jun shook his head firmly. Honestly, part of him wanted to play along. Two wives with goddess-tier beauty, using those luscious bodies to tempt him — how could desire not stir? But a man always had to know the time and place. This was not a situation where he could freely surrender to lust.
"Mmm∼. Fine."
"As you wish, my lord."
The two wives obediently complied. Truthfully, they'd only been half-serious — a little regret talking, nothing more. They hadn't truly intended to keep going…
In any case, they began cleaning up. Fortuna purified every fluid staining the inside of the private tent, Jun, herself, and Dohwa. As for Dohwa—
Schlick. Pop!
"Eut♡ Ahn♡ Haaah∼. Mwah♡ Slurp♡"
She pulled the tightly gripped shaft free from between her thighs and began carefully cleaning it with her mouth.
"Ah! Me too!"
Fortuna hurriedly joined the cleanup. White and pink hair bobbed up and down for a while, and before long Jun's manhood released another thick load of affection. The cleaning only ended once both wives had sucked out every last drop of ejaculate — residual fluid in the urethra included.
Chew, chew. Gulp.
"Haaah♡ So delicious♡"
"My lord's essence is far too dangerous♡"
"…I'm going out first."
Jun hurriedly dressed and stepped out of the tent. If he kept watching his two wives savor his seed like that, his manhood would start rising all over again. Thanks to aura, the Blessing of Health, training, modification, and the power of the Potion of Growth, his body had half-transcended ordinary humanity — and despite being wrung dry all night, it was still brimming with vigor.
"Ugh… Susan… Amber… don't go… come back…"
Outside the tent, Dennis lay curled beside the dead campfire, trying to sleep. Whether from a nightmare or the cold, he whimpered softly and trembled.
Did a wraith sneak in or something?
Jun checked the barrier surrounding the campsite, but found no gap a monster could have slipped through. Whatever was causing the nightmare, it wasn't a monster.
Poor bastard.
No matter how much he disliked the guy, watching someone shiver like that was pitiful. Compassion stirred, and Jun tossed a few logs onto the campfire and lit it. The warmth Dennis needed — curled inside a temperature-regulated sleeping bag — wasn't the kind a fire could provide. But it was the only warmth Jun could offer.
Should've just behaved yourself.
Jun clicked his tongue inwardly and looked toward the three-person tent pitched beside his own. Susan and Amber were sleeping inside, and the tent flap was shut tight — a silent testament to the feelings the two women now held toward someone who had changed so drastically these past few days.
Still… already day six, huh.
Today marked the sixth day since they'd begun exploring the labyrinth. Given that Jun and the rest of the party were far too skilled to be dawdling on the first floor, the expedition so far had proceeded smoothly and without major danger. Thanks to Jun's radar, they'd also managed to gather nearly all the materials for their commission. The entrance to the second floor was close enough now that Susan could sense its holy power. If things went well, they'd reach it tomorrow — the day after at the latest.
For a first expedition, everything had gone almost suspiciously well. The journey itself, however, was a different story. The relationship between Dennis, Susan, and Amber had only grown worse with each passing day. It wasn't simply that the miasma was amplifying negative emotions. Between the three of them, unresolved feelings had piled up layer upon layer over the long years they'd known each other.
The cause, surprisingly, was Dennis's indecisive nature. Or rather — his greed. From the conversations Jun had pieced together, both Susan and Amber had confessed to Dennis at least once. Dennis, wanting both of them rather than choosing one, had kept putting off his answer. Watching two women who had seemed so close turn on each other like enemies the moment love entered the picture, Jun was reminded once again just how difficult a harem truly was — and just how blessed he himself happened to be.
At any rate—
I'll have to put off climbing to the second floor for now.
Revealing his face had managed to paper over the cracks between Susan and Amber, but it had only ever been a temporary fix. Lately even that remedy had lost its potency. The two women had started competing with each other, each trying to catch Jun's eye more than the other. And the more they did, the faster Dennis's rage, resentment, and self-loathing toward Jun ballooned. For now, some confusion over his own sexual values kept it barely suppressed — but it could explode at any moment.
An expedition normally took a month, and since they were still in the lower floors, Jun had planned to climb without rest. Looking at the party's condition, though, that no longer seemed feasible.
Shame. A few more days of camping and I might've unlocked the skill.
Splitting his consciousness in two — one half maintaining the radar and barriers, the other sleeping. This sleep technique, powered by Realize, let Jun rest soundly and securely even without a night watch. The tension of real combat had also pushed forward the stalled awakening of his Multitasking skill. He wouldn't manage to awaken it on this expedition, unfortunately — but the momentum was there. Steady training would unlock it soon enough. He'd tried it on a whim simply because he didn't trust his party members, and the results had been surprisingly good all around.
Ziiip!
"Juuun! Ehehe∼."
"We've finished cleaning up, my lord."
"Ah, Party Leader. You're already up."
"Party Leader. Morning."
Just as Jun's thoughts were winding down, the zippers of both tents rose, and the women emerged fully dressed and ready. Jun greeted them with a smile, opened Dowonhyang, and handed out sandwiches and coffee for breakfast.
"Thank you, Party Leader. People say you lose a lot of weight in the labyrinth because the food is so poor — but thanks to you, that won't be a problem for us. Hehe."
"Agreed. Though Susan, you must be disappointed. You were so happy you wouldn't need to diet. Haven't you actually gained weight?"
"I—I have not! I did not gain weight!"
Amber narrowed her eyes and looked Susan up and down. Susan shouted back in denial.
"Ugh… why is it so loud…"
"…"
"…"
The noise woke Dennis. Even so, Susan and Amber neither greeted him nor so much as glanced his way. Yesterday, at least, they'd managed a morning greeting — even if they hadn't gone so far as to bring him a damp towel the way they had on the second day. Watching their treatment of him grow colder by the day, Jun felt a fresh twinge of pity and offered Dennis a good-morning along with breakfast.
"Hmph! As if you can't tell by looking."
Dennis brushed off the kindness with a snide retort — then shamelessly helped himself to the breakfast anyway.
This little bastard…
Jun ground his teeth inwardly. That was as far as he went. Someone else would handle the rest without him lifting a finger.
"Dennis!"
"He went out of his way to give you food, and that's how you act?!"
Susan and Amber, who moments ago had been sniping at each other while watching Jun's reaction, suddenly fell into perfect sync and began scolding Dennis. Jun listened quietly for a moment, then stopped the two women the instant Dennis's hands started trembling around the plate of sandwiches.
"Tsk! Tsk!"
Halted by outside force right on the verge of exploding, Dennis couldn't even vent his rage properly — forced to swallow it down instead. Exactly the way Jun wanted it.
Frustrating enough to drive you crazy, isn't it? Feel like you're going to burst? Serves you right, you bastard.
Our Juni really is…
A born troublemaker, my lord.
Jun patted the heads of his two wives — who were giving him rather dubious "praise" — and finished his breakfast. A short while later, Jun and the party resumed their exploration, cradling a bomb that could go off at any moment.
That night, in the small hours before dawn.
"AAAAAGH!"
"Dennis! Kyaaaah!"
"Party Leader! Party Leader!"
The bomb had finally gone off.
And quite spectacularly at that.