I'll Wring Out Your Tears, Snot, and Cum

After a brief, enjoyable time with Senior Arang, I was dragged out onto the empty tracks by her hand.

"Uh... are we really doing this? Even in games, people get flamed for stomping noobs—and you want to go that far just to beat a junior who's doing this for the first time today?"

"That's why—who said anything about sucking so happily—ahem, our junior is just so good at it that I want to entrust it to him, so why is our junior twisting this senior's intentions and making a fuss?"

"Boooo, sore loser, total sore loser! Boooo—"

"Shut up! Did you think I'd just sit still after taking that kind of treatment?! Besides, you said it yourself with your own mouth that you'd accept this match. And while you were at it, you sucked on my tits with that schluuurp! My pride won't allow me to just live with a loss either."

We never even had a match, so who did she lose to? Is she talking about that bet just now, or...

My gaze drifted toward Senior's chest, and at the same time the image of her climaxing while I sucked on her breasts just moments ago flashed before my eyes.

At my gaze, Senior Arang quickly covered her chest with her double-bladed axe and shouted.

"Hey! Where the hell are you looking right now?!"

"Why? You never complain when I look every day."

"Even that depends on the situation! With a match right in front of us, your eyes go to my chest?! You—you little shit, that's it, isn't it?! This fucking bastard, you figure you can't win fair and square so you're trying to pull psychological warfare on me with 'Heh heh, why don't you recall the memory of that pathetic defeat where you came from having your tits sucked?'?!"

Was it that humiliating to cum from having your breasts sucked by a weakling junior?

Just like climbing a mountain because it's there, I only looked because her breasts were there.

But as I could tell just from her face flushed red all the way to her ears, Senior Arang was currently trapped in a paranoid state, convinced that whatever I did had some ulterior motive and that I was trying to mock her.

Anyway, even if this match was forced by Senior, with it right in front of us and her already shaking like her own breasts of her own accord, I saw no need to deny it. So I immediately put on the most lecherous smile possible, just as she seemed to want, and wriggled my fingers.

"Heh heh, well, since I've been found out, there's no helping it. I was trying to seize the initiative by staring a hole through Senior's udders while thinking, 'Want me to make you recall that humiliation of cumming while having your tits sucked?'"

"J-just as I thought?!"

As if confirming her own thoughts, she flinched and took a step back, then glared at me fiercely, apparently not liking her cocky junior.

Her still-flushed face glaring at me was so cute I almost burst out laughing differently, but I held it in and kept that lecherous smile as I spoke to her.

"Besides, the prize for this bet was a wish ticket, right? A full-on wish ticket... Heh heh, I can already barely wait to decide what to make Senior do. Looking at this... yeah, I've definitely seized the initiative. Oh, and for reference, you'd better watch your back. The moment I sense you're letting your guard down, I'll go right behind you and do this to your chest... heh heh."

"Look at this fucking cheap-shot bastard! You—you just try losing! I'll wring out every last drop of your tears, snot, and even your cum!"

"Why the cum?!"

What the hell is this person planning to make me do with that wish ticket?

Anyway, after that vulgar pre-match trash talk, Senior Arang—who had been glaring at me like she wanted to kill me—dragged her greatsword over and approached.

"Alright, I'll explain the rules, so pay attention. See that train over there?"

"Yes, the one I sent you to with Senior's breasts—"

"Don't bring that up! Anyway, from now on we're splitting up. Using that train as the baseline, you take the left, I take the right. We patrol our assigned zones and take down the fuckers there. Time limit is one hour, and of course the win condition is..."

"Whoever catches more... huh? But Senior? What if, like you said, I go to the left zone and there's not a single one there?"

"Then that's just you being unlucky. Luck is part of the match too."

"..."

Given the nature of this match deciding victory by number of exterminations, luck really was important, and if you were truly unlucky you could lose right from the start—but calling that "part of it" seemed a stretch.

That thought crossed my mind, but the moment I raised an objection, a merciless knuckle sandwich would come flying regardless of the match, so I shut my mouth.

With my mouth firmly shut, I started a final equipment check before the match, when Senior Arang—already laughing "ehehe" as if certain of victory—suddenly seemed to remember something and approached me.

"Here, take this."

"What's this?"

"A signal flare. If it feels like an emergency, fire this and call me."

"An emergency? For example, what kind of case?"

"Hmm... if something a bit too much for you to handle shows up, or if you get ambushed because you didn't notice and take a hit somewhere bad. Anyway, if you desperately need my help, call right away. I'll come running immediately."

"Something too much to handle?"

From what I'd experienced so far, the monsters here were all just annoying for pretending to be objects while waiting for a chance to ambush, but in terms of raw power they weren't that strong.

But something too much to handle?

As I tilted my head, Senior Arang said,

"I explained earlier, right? These bastards don't just camouflage as surrounding objects—they also influence and corrode the surrounding objects at the same time."

"Yes, that's a characteristic of facilities that have turned into dungeons. That's why you said we have to discover them early and exterminate them in advance."

"Right, so even though hunters come periodically to clear them out, sometimes one still pops out from somewhere... a huge one."

"A huge one?"

"Yeah, there are those. They don't come out normally... but very occasionally they do. The bastards that played a decisive role in making C- to B-class hunters take on this job."

"When you say things like that, they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠usually do pop out..."

As I slumped my shoulders a bit worriedly, Senior Arang giggled as if finding my appearance funny and patted my shoulder.

"Scared? If you're scared, say so in advance. But then the match is a forfeit loss, okay? Heh, as payback for what you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did to me earlier...!!"

"Who said I wouldn't do it? I'll do it!"

"Ooh~ so you're a dick-bearing brat after all? And when was it you were sucking my nipples like a little kid."

"And Senior yourself, when I sucked on your chest a bit, you were just like those pussy-bearing bitches..."

"Not 'like' pussy-bearing bitches—I actually am a pussy-bearing bitch!? You're crossing the line more and more these days?! Seriously, just you wait till I win!"

After fastening the signal flare to my waist, Senior Arang huffed and headed toward the start line she'd marked earlier with her greatsword.

I asked the senior who was sending me a blazing hot glare of rage as I slowly entered the start line, as if she was so furious she would smash anything in sight with her axe and greatsword.

"I just take pictures with this phone for the extermination count, right?"

"Seriously, today I'm going to fix that attitude of yours for good. Just like what I went through, I'll make you take off your pants and then...!!"

"Senior?"

"Figure it out yourself! Then... staaaaaart!!"

"Ah, that's cheap!"

How badly did she want to discipline me? Answering roughly, Senior Arang immediately kicked off the ground and dashed away.

"Eek... look at those footprints. What are those, dinosaur tracks?"

Crash-crash-crash-!!

Just how badly did she want to beat me?

Admiring the deeply sunken footprints left where Senior Arang had been, I broke into a cold sweat at the sound of something being cheerfully smashed beyond the train, then immediately crossed the start line and ran toward the zone Senior Arang had forcibly dumped on me.

Win or lose, I had to do my job.

"Don't you dare throw rocks or anything to interfere from over there!"

-What do you take me for?!

After giving Senior Arang a little jab like that, I immediately focused my mind.

"As my intuition guides me... as my intuition guides me..."

I just needed the direction.

Without needing to precisely discern which part of the train right in front of me was a camouflaged monster, I only needed the approximate direction and location where the thing was.

"Here!"

-PPiiiiiick!!

I confirmed the target through Silla's unique skill, then simply drove my greatsword into it.

After stabbing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠greatsword into the monster that had been camouflaged as a wheel axle, I immediately raised my phone and took a picture.

"At this rate, instead of Senior Arang's skill, only Bok-soon's skill proficiency is going to go up..."

If I had more time it might be different, but if I lost this match right now I didn't know what Senior Arang would do to me, so regrettably I set extermination as the top priority and weaved between the trains.

"This one! This one! And this one too!"

-Krrr…!!

-GYAAA…!!

About twenty minutes or so had passed.

"Ugh?"

After meticulously stabbing my greatsword into wheels, windows, doors, screws—even the tracks—until they all spewed black smoke, and repeatedly taking phone photos, a message window appeared before my eyes.

"Ugh, damn, I knew this would happen."

Thanks to straining my eyes so hard they hurt while looking around everywhere, the notification that Silla's unique skill had leveled up came, and while I was happy about it, I also clicked my tongue at the simultaneous regret.

The fact that the opponent's weak points were "a little more" visible and the weapon accuracy rose from 10% to 20% was definitely something to celebrate, but what I wanted to raise wasn't this.

"Still, well... good is good. Honestly I was already getting a lot of help, and if it's even better than this, then seriously in the match against Senior Arang too... huh?"

Just as I was resolving to keep this momentum going and about to start patrolling the next train, I spotted something with both eyes and stopped in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my tracks, tilting my head.

"What... is that?"

Something was sparkling far beyond the edge of my vision.

Wanting to check from closer, I took a few more steps, and upon confirming what had been captured in my vision, I froze on the spot.

"Uh, uhhh...?"

An entire rear car was glowing.

It had been hiding its form casually among the other trains, but my eyes—which could confirm weak points through Bok-soon's Hawkeye—could not be deceived.

That was it.

That was the huge one Senior had mentioned earlier.

"Ah... seriously, I told you saying that makes them pop out!"

I sighed toward the senior who had diligently planted the flag, and without delay fired the signal flare right there.

And then—

-ChooChoooo…!!

"This fucking—it's trying to move?!"

As if realizing from the signal flare sound that I had noticed its camouflage, the train that had been quietly stopped began to move its massive body.