Golden Opportunity
“Hah! Ah! Haa...”
Ritka let out a dreamy moan as I gently stroked her shoulder, burying her head against my chest. Yeah, fuck. This is why I live.
Right now, with Tier and Daphne in separate rooms, I was coming to the Apocalypse world every night to blow off steam with Ritka.
Honestly, without her soft embrace, I might've just fucked everyone up...
Ritka caught her breath and lifted her head.
“Nngh! D-don't be such a jerk! Hic...!”
My cock throbbed inside her pussy, but she still managed to talk through her hiccups. As expected of a ya-game heroine. Had she already gotten used to this monster dick?
“F-fuck, you're on another level of crazy bitch... The typical princess type? Nah, more like a queen?”
Thinking of Plang's appearance made my dick twitch, but her personality instantly deflated it.
“Nngh...”
Ritka let out a pleased hum as I stroked her.
“Hm? Isn't there some way?”
During our brief pillow talk, I'd explained my situation to her as if it were a dream. The fantasy world was a game, and I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about a game from before the apocalypse.
Ritka, who'd smiled cutely at this new side of me—different from my usual mature self—pondered deeply as I vented about how pissed off I was at Plang.
Right now, I'd borrow even a cat's paw. Hoping her thoughts would shine, I teasingly pinched her nipple.
Ritka bolted upright.
What? Trigger button?
“Ah!”
“...Why?”
“Oppa. You said your party needs one more member, right?”
“Yeah... pretty much.”
Whether Plang was a bitch or not, our party really needed another dealer. Especially a high-firepower mage. After dealing with her, I wanted one even more.
When climbing the tower, we usually spotted settlements first and hit them hard. But our party lacked an AoE dealer.
All single-target melee... such a waste of time.
I explained calmly, and Ritka clapped her hands.
“Then just give that Plang girl a thorough thrashing with this.”
“This?”
My eyes followed her finger down to my monster cock.
“How?”
I tilted my head, but Ritka tilted hers instead.
“Huh? In the dream, you're like a god... Can't you just rape her or whatever?”
Ever since she fell hard for me, it was like the limiter in her head vanished. Or maybe because it's a dream, she had no reservations?
“Hey, even so...”
I tried to argue, but nothing came to mind.
Ravinia was based on my abilities. Sure, it had laws and rules, so I couldn't run wild... but if no one found out?
The target was just a worthless newbie adventurer. Plus, with her shitty personality, public opinion would side with me.
Get her blackout drunk and wreck her?
As I mulled it over, Ritka grinned happily—god knows why—and slithered down, starting to suck my cock.
“Mmm...”
I stroked her head softly, my worries melting away. Might as well consider it.
What would it take for a perfect crime...?
The black waves rocked back and forth as the night deepened.
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Will this work...?
The brown ampule in my hand gave off a sinister vibe.
Swayed by Ritka's earnest persuasion, I'd returned to reality and procured it right away. Bonus: through Park Jisu, who had connections at the Association.
It took some effort to convince her bitching about why I needed this shit. Grabbing her hand and making her touch my cock shut her up quick.
Is this why women want to grope boobs?
I shook off the stray thought and stared at the ampule.
Simple: a sleeping drug. Not just any—monster capture sedative from reality.
Despite the moe beam turning her human-shaped, Plang was a dragon, not a person.
Monster capture drugs should work fine on her now. Dosage scales with weight, so one should suffice.
I nodded, then glanced over. Plang strutted ahead, chin high. Zeke followed, adjusting his greatsword.
Today: facing the 10th-floor boss, Knoll Warrior, in our temp party's final stage.
They didn't want to grind with us, so direct breakthrough it was. I agreed to escape this hell sooner.
So today was D-day.
Fucking bitch.
My teeth ground together.
A shit newbie daring to fuck with a god like me? Laughable.
“Hoo...”
I exhaled secretly, not letting Plang or Zeke notice, and followed calmly. Soon, the transfer portal.
“10th floor, humans.”
Her bitchiness extended to the guild staff—spewing casuals like that. The staff twitched an eyebrow, probably shocked at such a newbie's attitude after ages, but carried on professionally. Impressive.
Fwaaah!
Enduring the flash and nausea, the scenery shifted. Even though I'd been here, it felt like ages.
Overgrown grass, ancient ruin-like stone pillars scattered about. A Knoll Warrior munched something, back turned. Veins bulging—probably a wild boar type.
“Plang.”
“Hmph! Don't call me so casually?”
Even my preemptive strike request got a huff. She advanced in full late-stage princess mode.
But she knew her role—mumbling incomprehensible words, her chant began.
The Knoll Warrior sensed the rising mana and whipped around, but
“Fireball!”
Plang's spell completed. The beast tried to dodge the unnatural fireball, but what's the biggest strength of fire magic?
Kwaaaang!!!
Deafening boom, stone dust flying, shockwave blasting. Zeke rushed forward, blocking with his greatsword.
I could've tanked barehanded, but
My clothes would rip...
Zeke always volunteered for this—maybe guilt from past fuckups. If not for his dick, I'd scout him. Personality and skills were top-notch.
Amid my thoughts, dust clouded from the blast.
This is bad...
Plang's magic was great, but it was a floor boss. Tough for our green party. And it hadn't hit dead-on—medium wound at best, light otherwise.
Creating a vision debuff? Newbie lack of experience showing. Look at it sneaking through the dust.
Chaaaeng!!!
“Kuh!”
As expected. It closed silently, swinging its massive warhammer.
Zeke anticipated somewhat, parrying with his greatsword, but carelessness bit back.
Kaaang!
“Kyaa!!!”
“Kuh! Plang!”
What good is blocking if Zeke couldn't redirect the force? His sword flew wild, smacking Plang's head nearby.
Heh heh. Serves the bitch right.
This is why maintain distance.
“Ugh...”
“Zeke! Handle it!”
“Y-yeah!”
Zeke bit his lip and engaged. His skill could stall, if not kill.
I hurried to fallen Plang.
“You fucking bitch, wake up!”
No Zeke around—bliss to curse freely. I slapped her cheeks hard, rage fueling each smack, checking her state.
Luckily, her horns blocked most; unconscious but no major trauma. Horns as safety pants? Relief sighed out.
Her arrogance aside, no blemish on my commission record.
Yeah! Gotta handle this right.
Nodding, I fed her low-grade potion mouth-to-mouth. She swallowed instinctively.
Done, I groped her tits to calm my nerves, then stood.
“Plang's fine! Let's kill this bastard first.”
“Yeah!”
I wiped potion shine from my lips with my sleeve and charged to support Zeke.
Hoo... busy.
The beast that struggled with Zeke alone now spewed blood, roaring in pain as I joined.
“Kraaaang!”
Blame-shifting? Zeke's sword grazed its lower body—serk! Chunks of thigh flew.
Zeke dodged the reflexive hammer swing by leaning back. Unbalanced legs staggered the Knoll.
No need to drag. I drew ring claws, dove in, slashed its gut. Guts spilled softly.
“Kruk...!”
Pain and severed diaphragm choked it. Puk! Zeke stabbed its neck. It kneeled, crashing on stone.
“Huff! Hoo!”
Leaving Zeke panting from mistake and thrill, I checked Plang—still out, breathing like a sleeping princess.
Would she be this cute normally?
“Plang!”
Excitement faded; Zeke rushed to her in my arms.
“Berg! How's Plang?!”
“She's good. Just knocked out. Potioned her up—day or two, good as new.”
“Sh-shouldn't we take her to a temple or clinic?!”
His stammering furrowed my brow. Was this guy into her?
Our ties end today. Botch this, and it's dreamland.
“Calm down, Zeke. One of my party members is a healer. She'll handle it.”
“B-but!”
“Zeke, she's an elf water spirit mage. And a woman—she'll care for Plang better than us.”
“Ah!”
Her messy state and my persuasion clicked; Zeke bowed.
“Thank you so much, Berg! Meeting you is pure luck!”
I smiled at his bows and stood. Healing? With a healing rod, sure.
Smoothing Plang's hair as Zeke trailed, we left the tower.