My Vision Went Dark!
About two hours later.
We arrived at some nameless stretch of coastline along the West Sea, the site of our volunteer work, and at once gathered our gear before setting off toward a mountain that may or may not have had a name of its own.
The volunteer duty assigned to Bok-soon and me today was nothing other than operating the Vulcan cannons mounted at the Air Defense Artillery Battery perched atop this anonymous peak.
More precisely, it was the job of shooting down the finger-sized swarms of Lovebugs that blew in from China around this time of year.
All you had to do was click the cannons at whatever you saw, so for a C-class task the work itself wasn’t especially difficult. Yet there was a reason hunters still called this particular job “volunteer work.”
The transportation was pure hell.
The batteries themselves sat in such remote spots that simply driving out here was already a chore, and even once you arrived, vehicles couldn’t climb the final stretch to the summit. From the moment you reached the vicinity of the battery, the only way forward was on foot.
The same held true for the descent.
Time that could have been spent clearing two or three other C-class commissions vanished entirely into the journey to and from the site. Compared with any ordinary C-class request, the efficiency-to-time ratio was abysmal.
For hunters whose time is money, it’s literally throwing cash into the sky.
Inconvenient roads, lousy returns—yet someone still had to do it. That was why it earned the label of volunteer work.
When Senior Seo-rin first explained what today’s volunteer duty would entail, my heart had sunk like a stone. Once we actually began the climb toward the battery, however, my thoughts shifted considerably.
“Damn, the view’s incredible. An elf’s tits and ass swaying right in front of my eyes, plus the ragged breathing slipping from the lips of a Female Knight so strict and stern you’d swear she couldn’t bleed if you stabbed her… I honestly can’t tell whether this is volunteer work or a vacation.”
“Y-you…! After kneading our tits non-stop for two whole hours you’re still not satisfied and keep ogling us with those filthy eyes! I swear I want to put a bullet hole right through them, I’m that furious!”
“Ugh… my breasts have gotten so sensitive… is that why the armor I always wear feels so unbearably tight today…!”
“Honestly, you truly are a pervert—never once stopping for the entire two hours while you molested our chests!”
“But at least I didn’t fall asleep at the wheel, right?”
“Senior Seo-rin was driving, sure, but I was sitting right there in the passenger seat!”
If I’d been climbing alone it might have been different, but knowing I was with companions—and that the Flesh Toilet knight and the sow-elf were still complaining about how hypersensitive their breasts had become under my hands—somehow lent me strength I hadn’t possessed before.
While I climbed steadily, lecherously admiring Bok-soon’s rear view, I suddenly spoke up as though I’d just noticed something.
“Hey, what happened to that ear tag? I’m sure there was writing all over it. Why can’t I see anything now?”
“Ah, this? There’s yellow packing tape, right? I just kept wrapping it around and around. Of course people still give me weird looks because of how it looks… Oh, right!”
“?”
Could an artifact really be hidden by something as ordinary as packing tape?
I was tilting my head at the thought when Bok-soon once again began digging between her deep cleavage.
“Mmm… I think I tucked it in here… mmm, maybe because I’ve been sweating so much it’s harder to find today.”
“Mm, it’s true—once you start sweating, storing things is easy but getting them back out is a real pain.”
“…?”
Did every woman with massive breasts share the habit of stuffing things between their cleavage?
Senior Seo-rin nodded in agreement with Bok-soon’s words, and the image of Senior A-rang pulling an axe from between her own breasts while muttering can’t be helped, I didn’t want to take this out floated through my mind—just as Bok-soon extracted something from her cleavage and held it out to me.
“Here. You’ve been sweating a lot, so if you gulp it all down at once you might get dehydrated. Wet your lips slowly first. I, um, went through a lot of trouble squeezing this out just to feed a pervert like you!”
“Wait, how did you even fit a thermos in there… what is this? Sniff sniff—peach scent?”
“D-don’t say it so loud?!”
It smelled like peach juice, so why was she making such a fuss?
Baffled by her behavior, I tilted my head and said,
“What, did you not prepare any for Seo-rin and you’re worried she’ll get sulky? Then should Seo-rin take the first sip?”
“Is that what this is about? No need. I already prepared plenty of drink for myself.”
“Whew…”
Bok-soon looked so profoundly relieved by Senior Seo-rin’s words that the question marks above my head only multiplied. Senior Seo-rin, catching the sight of her flustered companion, seemed to be struck by a mischievous impulse; she smiled wickedly and said,
“Still, seeing you make such a fuss has made me a little curious to taste it myself…”
“What?! N-no! Master, only Seung-yong can drink it!! Promise me?!”
“What on earth is in this thing? Did you lace it with poison or something? The only reason to make this much of a scene would be… wait a second. You said you just squeezed it out a moment ago?”
“Squeezed…?”
Senior Seo-rin tilted her head. Bok-soon’s faintly embarrassed expression, combined with the nuance of the words, had made it sound as though she had milked a cow.
Then Bok-soon’s elf ears flushed crimson, and I finally realized exactly what peach juice filled the thermos. Grinning lecherously, I asked her,
“You squeezed Pussycool for me? Wow, our Bok-soon is seriously the best. Come here! Let me give you some proper praise!”
“Well, last time you told me to keep a supply of Pussycool ready whenever you wanted… more importantly, I told you not to say it so loud?!”
“Pussycool? You’ve been muttering that word in the car too—what does it mean?”
Senior Seo-rin looked thoroughly puzzled by the private slang that only Bok-soon and I understood, and asked me for the definition.
Well, no reason to hide it.
Just as Professor Raef would drop a hint whenever we got stuck on a riddle in that strange village, I decided to give Senior Seo-rin a rather more explicit clue.
“How long did it take you to squeeze out the Pussycool? Filling a whole thermos like this must’ve meant hours of continuous masturbation and juicing.”
“Kya—kyaaaaaaah?! Why the hell would you say that out loud?! You crazy bastard?! D-don’t touch my pussy! It’s still hypersensitive from all the sexual harassment earlier?! Hiiing♡”
“Pussycool? Masturbation? Juic…ing?!”
Every time the words rolled around inside Senior Seo-rin’s mouth her eyes grew wider, until she finally pieced it together from the sight of me planting loud, wet kisses all over the bikini bottoms peeking out between Bok-soon’s thighs. She stared at the thermos in my hand and cried,
“Could it be that the contents of that thermos are… Kim Bok-soon’s p-pussy juices?!”
Pussy juices, she said… pussy juices, she said… she said… she said…!!
Her voice was so loud that it echoed and re-echoed through the mountain.
I promptly swallowed a mouthful of the chilled, now even more delicious Pussycool and asked Senior Seo-rin,
“Want a sip?”
“I have no need of it?! More importantly, Master, what in the world is so delightful that you keep gulping it down like that?!”
“Coming from the mouth of a perverted Female Knight who chugged my piss as though it were the most delicious thing on earth, that question is honestly hilarious.”
“W-what did you say?!”
Bok-soon, who had been hanging her head with a face flushed scarlet at my words, suddenly jerked her head up as though it were her turn, staring at Senior Seo-rin in utter disbelief.
“I-is that true?! You drank his p-piss…?!”
“N-no! Th-that was… because his cock looked so p-painful! The way it trembled with the need to urinate was simply too pitiful and heartbreaking, and ahem, I am a Flesh Toilet to begin with—so what is wrong with a Flesh Toilet performing its duty as a toilet?!”
“Good heavens! You’re a genuine super-pervert!”
“I do not wish to hear that from a perverted elf who offers her own pussy juices to Master as a beverage!”
Ahh, what rich audio.
Using the crystal-clear, scolding voices of the masochistic Female Knight and the masochistic elf—far more pleasant than any nightingale singing in the mountains—as background music, I raised the thermos again.
Gulp—!!
“Mmm… this fragrance that fills the mouth and nostrils as though fresh peaches had been pureed… this sweetness that caresses the tongue so gently… truly exquisite. Wouldn’t you agree, Bok-soon—keeeeh?!”
“You son of a bitch, after starting this entire circus you’re just standing there elegantly savoring Pussycool by yourself?! Dieeeeee!!”
Before I knew it Bok-soon had launched into the air and was flying a dropkick straight at my solar plexus.
Unlike Senior Seo-rin I wasn’t wearing armor, so I let out a pathetic grunt worthy of any nameless mook and crumpled to the ground. Above me, a tit-drop powered by those enormous breasts was already descending.
Bracing for the enormous impact, I immediately called for Senior Seo-rin’s help—
“Gulp… oh? It truly is a flavor worthy of Master’s praise. Hmm, hmm, that unique taste and aroma only peaches possess are spreading through mouth and nose…”
“Hey, that’s my Pussycool?! Keeeh?!”
“Diiiiiie!!”
Paaaang—♡
Bok-soon’s massive breasts, which had already blotted out the entire sky, plunged down, and my vision went completely dark!
This is an AI-generated image of Lee Seo-rin!
She was hiding truly enormous breasts beneath that armor...!