This Is the Female Submission Pose!
We were trapped!
The moment we carefully reached the center of the room on our search, the door slammed shut as if it had been waiting for exactly that. Silla and I stared at the solidly sealed door that had locked us in, both of us looking thoroughly dumbfounded.
"Setting aside whatever bad feelings you have about me—honestly, isn't this just pure bullshit?"
"As much as it galls me… I have to admit it. I saw with my own eyes how you completely wrecked the last one into scrap…"
So what the hell was this room even for?
Since nothing that looked like a trap meant to eliminate intruders had shown up yet, we decided it probably wasn't that kind of dungeon. Following the standard protocol for hunters locked inside a dungeon, we immediately pulled out our phones.
"No good. No signal. Even the charm Grandma gave me turned into a useless scrap of paper the second we stepped in here."
"Looks that way. 119 isn't connecting either…"
"No point counting on a rescue team. Especially since we're in an underground waterway."
Which meant we had to clear this dungeon ourselves.
With that settled, we got to work right away.
"First we investigate. Figure out what this room is and whether there's anything dangerous."
"It might be quiet for now, but who knows when the ceiling could come down and crush us, or some giant boulder starts rolling our way. Just like Indiana Jones!"
We agreed to call out the second anything weird turned up, split the room in half, and started searching.
"You got that? Even if you see a crack in the wall, don't just stick your hand in! If it only cut your hand off I'd be fine with it, but it might set off some weird mechanism!"
"Listen to her talk. Later she'll be the one yelling at me for doing something weird to her."
Muttering under my breath that I'd settle the score once we got out, I kept searching my section—until something caught my eye. I called Silla over immediately.
"Bok-soon. Come here a second."
"I told you not to call me Bok-soon! More importantly—why? Did you find something?!"
"Yeah, there's something. Come look with me."
Silla hurried over and tilted her head at the direction my finger was pointing.
"A lever? There's a lever."
"Yeah. Thinking of pulling it."
"Wouldn't it be better to search a little more first…? But honestly, this room is empty except for the pink. No point searching further. The door won't open either."
Pulling the lever might still trigger some trap.
But Silla, who'd been checking around the door, just shrugged. Clearly there was nothing better to try.
I told her to step back a bit, then grabbed the lever and yanked.
Clunk—rumble-rumble-rumble—
The sound of gears turning filled the air, and a massive vibration rose from the floor.
"Holy shit, that's scary?!"
"Y-you?! Why the hell are you suddenly hugging me like a maniac?! You're a male! A guy! And stop screaming! I'm scared too, okay?!"
It wasn't just the shaking. All kinds of mechanisms started rising out of the dungeon floor. Silla and I clung to each other, trembling.
"Huh? A door appeared."
"A door leading further in… and what's that over there? A stage and… a signboard? Wait—you! Let go of me already! How long are you planning to keep holding on?!"
"Just a little longer like this."
"T-this is ridiculous! Why are you so strong? Just the other day there wasn't this big a difference between us…"
After a moment we approached the new door that had appeared on the opposite side of the entrance, along with the strange facilities beside it, and started searching again.
"The door… I tried pushing, but it still won't open."
"Maybe it's connected to this stage-looking thing?"
A platform that looked like a stage had risen in the corner, and next to it a brand-new door.
Probably something you do on that stage makes the door open. But what exactly were we supposed to do?
While I was thinking that, Silla tugged hard on my sleeve.
"Wait, look over here? Not at my chest! Over there—look around the stage thing."
"Around it? Those signs with people drawn on them?"
"Yes, those. Maybe the signs are the clue to opening the door?"
"Those signs?"
I squinted at them.
"The one on the left wall has a person with a hand raised… and the one on the right wall is… what is that?"
"I was thinking—maybe the left one is what the person looks like from the front, and the right one is the side view? And this door is a device that only opens if you take the pose shown on the signs while standing on the stage!"
"Oh? That actually makes sense. So the thing drawn on the lower half… is a dick? Showing the gender of the person who has to take the pose?"
"T-the way you just said that! Since you brought it up, hurry up and get on there and raise your hand. Quickly!"
"Alright, alright, stop shoving!"
I tapped the stage with my toe first—better safe than sorry—but Silla, looking ready to explode from impatience, shoved me hard.
Watching that, I promised myself I'd thoroughly discipline her later, then climbed onto the stage and raised one hand high.
"…"
"Nothing's happening? Hmm, why? These signs on both sides of the stage are clearly saying ‘If you want to pass through this door, take this pose!'…"
"About that…"
"Kyaaaah?! You fucking bastard, why the hell did you suddenly start stripping?!"
Rip—rip—
I looked at the signs again. Silla, who had been watching me with a bored expression, suddenly flapped her elf ears like wings and jumped straight up.
"Y-you shameless human?! Don't tell me you've already decided escape is impossible and given up, thinking ‘Hehehe, before I die I'll just thoroughly fuck a pretty elf's pussy!' and now you're going to act on that filthy desire…?! Let me say this first—you can defile my body, but my heart… kyaah?!"
"Just listen for a second, you idiot. And if you want to look at my dick, just look. What's with covering your eyes while peeking like a pervert…"
I grabbed her massive breasts and tugged hard to calm her down, then spoke slowly so she'd actually hear me.
"This sign—yeah, you're right that it's the side view of the person."
"What? But nothing happened."
"True. But look here. Right here."
"Just point with your finger! Not with your dick! What are you, some kind of elephant man?!"
I laughed and pointed at the drawing.
"Anyway, look—there's not only a dick, there are these dots that look like nipples. So I figured maybe it's showing not just the gender of whoever stands here, but also the clothing state."
"So that's why you stripped? I thought for sure you were going to rape me while showing off that hard, muscular body to tempt me…"
"You're one thoroughly lewd elf. Anyway, step back. I'm trying again."
"Fine. I don't want to admit it, but it makes some sense, and trying once more won't hurt…"
"?"
Was there something else?
Something I missed?
I tilted my head, and Silla shouted with her face bright red.
"I've wanted to call this out for a while—why are you just walking around completely naked like it's nothing?! Aren't you embarrassed at all?!"
"About what? Guys are all like this. At home we walk around in just a pair of boxers. Why are you acting like it's a big deal all of a sudden?"
"All of a sudden?! I'm not a guy, and I'm not a barbarian like you either!"
"That so?"
I wondered how Senior Arang would react if she heard that.
Thinking idly about whether she'd made it home safely, I climbed back onto the stage and raised my hand exactly like the picture.
Rumble-rumble-rumble—
Somewhere a heavy clunk sounded, and the tightly shut door swung open.
"The door opened!"
"So that was it. If I'd been wrong I was going to find some excuse to smack you with my dick."
"Shut up! W-who would even want that?!"
"I didn't ask if you wanted it… coming with me?"
I quickly followed Silla through the doorway. The moment we crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind us with a heavy thud.
Silla, who had apparently already checked the whole place, shrugged.
"Nothing special here either. Another pink room… a door further in, and another stage with signs next to it…"
"Yeah. Looks like we keep taking the poses the signs show and going deeper. More importantly… is this a squat pose? No, the legs are spread way too wide for a squat… and both hands are behind the head. This is a pretty embarrassing pose."
I muttered while looking at the signs. Silla snorted.
"Who cares what the pose is? I'm not the one doing it. Hurry up and get into position. Once we clear this, I'll add the crime of dirtying my eyes on top of everything else and—"
"Huh? Hey, I don't think I should be the one getting up there."
"—turn that delicious-looking dick of yours into shredded meat with my magic bullets. What?"
But my sudden change in tone made Silla's eyes go wide.
"Look at the front picture. Unlike before, there's a huge pair of breasts here."
"What?"
"And over here there's no dick between the legs. No matter how you look at it, this is a drawing of a woman. Wait a second…?"
A pigeon-toed stance like she was presenting her pussy, both hands clasped behind her head?
"Ah! I got it! This is the female submission pose!"
"W-what did you just say?!"
Silla's eyes, which had been ready to thoroughly enjoy my predicament, flew wide open.
The complete opposite of the sly grin spreading across my face.