The Trap's Deadly Lure
A trap only gains value when it lures in or lies in wait for its target. Mom and I waited for the wild boar to approach the trap site.
It's wandering around outside more than usual today.
It was dangerous to lure it too far away. We had to stay within a range where we could retreat to the safe zone, then lead it back to the trap. Mom and I kept watch on the minimap, but that moment didn't come easily.
In the meantime, the vision and smell buffs wore off.
"Mom, my vision and smell are back to normal. Suck it right now since we don't know when the boar will come this way."
The boar was prowling around the lure point I'd targeted. I always had to be ready to draw it in, so I needed to boost my vision and smell immediately.
"Go ahead, sweetie."
The moment I got Mom's permission, I lifted her leather bra upward. Her two massive breasts jiggled into view.
So beautiful.
Once the nipples were exposed and her breasts fully revealed, they were so stunning I couldn't help but stare blankly. Admiring Mom's breasts, I latched onto the right one.
"Haa. Haa."
I swirled my tongue softly around it, sucking with wet pops. Milk flowed out, coating my tongue.
"Hngh. Haaaah."
Focusing solely on the slow sucking, I could hear Mom's breathing clearly. Tuning into her moans, I rolled my tongue, while my free hand gripped her left breast.
"Ah! Ahng."
Mom didn't protest even when I touched her breast with my hand. She must have figured it was no big deal since I was already sucking it. Knowing that, I groped it boldly, sucking away like it was my own toy.
Gulp, gulp. Gulp, gulp.
The milk wasn't incredibly tasty. Objectively, it was pretty bland. But I savored the flatness, thinking of it as the reward for nursing from Mom's breast.
"Ah, son. The boar's coming closer."
I showed no sign of stopping, alternating between left and right, when Mom warned me. The boar was approaching. Swallowing my regret, I pulled my mouth away from her breast.
"Stay here, Mom. I'll handle it and come back."
"...Yeah. Be careful."
Mom's eyes were a little glazed over as she replied.
Did sucking her breasts make her like this?
It seemed my intense sucking and stimulation had left her in that state.
Catch the boar first. Focus on this now.
Though I was curious about Mom's condition, I had work to do. Pushing thoughts of her aside, I concentrated on the boar hunt. I lightly slapped my cheeks with my palms to psych myself up, left the safe zone, picked up a stone, and hurled it toward the boar.
"Kueeeeng!"
The boar spotted me. Flaunting its massive bulk, it charged the instant it saw me.
Perfect.
I wasn't carrying Mom this time. Naturally, I could run much faster than our first encounter. Plus, with the boar charging straight ahead, luring it was a breeze. I ran while checking the minimap to control the distance. Its raw speed was faster than mine, so the gap narrowed bit by bit, but that didn't matter.
This is the crucial moment.
We'd reached the trap area. I let the boar close in a little, then sprinted forward and leaped diagonally. The boar barreled toward me with full force and got sucked straight into the pit.
"Kuek! Kueeeeng!"
Trapped in the deep hole, the boar shrieked and thrashed wildly. Seeing it properly stuck, I let out a triumphant roar.
"Waaaaah! We did it!"
My shout was loud. Mom had left the safe zone and was watching from afar.
"Son, did you get it?"
"The boar's in the trap. Just gotta finish it off now."
"Good job, son."
"Stay there, Mom. No need to watch me kill the beast."
"Okay, son."
Mom apparently didn't want to see an animal die; she headed back to the safe zone after hearing me. Using the long wooden spear I'd prepared, I stabbed at the boar.
"Kuek! Kueeng."
I understood now why they call it "squealing like a stuck pig." The boar's cries were deafening, and its tough hide made killing it no easy task. Even with a warrior's strength, it took dozens of trial-and-error stabs before the wood pierced its throat, and it finally died.
Killing it was harder than luring it.
Finishing off the trapped boar had been far more exhausting than the lure. Proud of my kill, I waited for the next notification.
Congratulations.
Mission success.
5,000,000 won has been deposited into each of your main bank accounts.
Another five million. I wished for more, but that wasn't up to me.
"Son, we made money!"
Mom came running over, overjoyed. I spread my arms wide, and she hugged me tight, basking in the thrill.
The next mission has been assigned.
Hunt 7 wild wolves.
Wolves will spawn after 180 minutes, and their positions will be marked on the minimap.
Visit the initial cave to receive weapons.
The new mission: hunt wild wolves. Not one or two, but a whopping seven.
"Ah, son. This one's gonna be tough, huh?"
To my worried mom, I said,
"Mom, you know seven wolves prowling around here would be way more pressure than one boar? Let's gather fruits and stuff first. That's why they give us 180 minutes."
"Oh—right. Let's hurry."
The area was decently sized but not vast. Seven wolves would severely limit our movements. So, we needed to stockpile what we could carry to the safe zone ahead of time. With almost no items around, the 180 minutes felt more than ample. Mom and I even had time to wash up at the pond before returning to the safe zone.
Wolves have spawned.
With the alert, seven red dots appeared on the minimap marking the wolves.
"Let's head to the cave. Time to get weapons."
Back in the safe zone, I told Mom to go to the first cave we'd come from. I led the way, with her following behind.
"Son, that area's changed."
Mom pointed to the spot right next to where we'd gotten our underwear. New text was engraved there.
Weapon Selection.
Place your hand on the icon of your desired weapon to acquire it.
* Selected weapons cannot be changed. Choose carefully.
Below the text were icons for swords, axes, spears, maces, shields, axes, bows, and more. Touching one must make the weapon appear.
"Son, there are dozens of weapon types. Which one are you picking?"
I examined the icons one by one and decided quickly.
"Axe. Easiest to handle."
"Got it. I trust you'll pick a good one, son."
Axes came in many varieties. Twin axes looked appealing, but I placed my hand on an icon with a decent length and size. The wall protruded with a pop, and an axe lay on top. I picked up my new weapon. The weight felt right. Without warrior strength, it'd be heavy, but now it was perfect.
"How is it?"
"Love it. Your turn now, Mom."
"Me?"
"They'll probably give you one too. No harm in trying."
Mom must have thought weapons were only for warriors. She might be right.
"True. No loss if not. What should I pick, son?"
Mom wanted me to choose for her. I'd planned to from the start, so I thought it over.
"Shield. Not round—rectangular."
I'd heard from a friend once that square shields were better than round ones. Holding sword and shield together? A small round one might work, but that wasn't our plan. For Mom's safety, I chose an easy-to-use rectangular shield.
"This one, Mom?"
She looked at me to confirm.
"Yeah. Go for it."
We already had the axe. I figured a shield was necessary.
Thankfully, with a rumble, a rectangular shield emerged from the wall.
"You were right again, son."
Mom beamed with a bright smile, praising me now that she had her shield.
Digging the boar trap had worn us out more than we'd realized. It hadn't hit while we were working, but lying in the cave now, the fatigue crashed over us. I rested quietly, and Mom lay beside me, sharing body heat.
Can't sleep.
It was night now. Exhausted, but the new mission had me on edge, making it hard to drift off. I watched the seven wolves' movements on the minimap.
Pack hunters, nocturnal— they're roaming everywhere.
All seven stuck together. Bad sign. They were also bustling around, claiming the area as their territory.
Huh? Coming this way.
The area around the cave was marked green as safe. The minimap showed the wolves approaching.
Time to head out and check them.
Need milk.
To see properly at night, I needed enhanced vision. I gazed at Mom sleeping beside me, lifted her bra quietly—not wanting to wake her—and latched onto her right breast. The nipple hardened quickly, providing milk. I drank just enough, then nursed from the already erect left breast too. Vision was enough for looking, but smell as backup never hurt.
Now, time to scout the wolves.