Safe Zones and Secret Harvests

We woke up that morning and headed straight into the waterway dungeon to begin our exploration.

Then we plunged into combat.

I shouted toward Han Yeo-rum.

"Go for the knees on the big ones as much as you can!"

"Haaat! Kuaaak! It huuurts!"

"No! Even so, if you openly target the legs like that, you're basically begging to die! Think for a second!"

I barked at Han Yeo-rum.

Everyone quietly watched the scene and started whispering among themselves.

"Suho really is something else."

"Yeah, he said he didn't know how to use a sword…. But looking at the way he teaches…."

"He's got talent."

"And he's so calm…."

The waterway filled with glowing praise for me.

I listened to the murmurs and smiled contentedly to myself.

Funny…. I'm just spouting complete nonsense without knowing a damn thing….

Honestly, I knew jack shit about swordsmanship.

I could learn if I wanted to, but I didn't have the leeway to burn through Enel freely right now.

Everything I was saying was purely for the pleasure of bullying Han Yeo-rum—nothing more, nothing less.

See? A person really does need one outstanding, broken ability.

The reason everyone stood around staring blankly while Han Yeo-rum bled and fought his heart out was because I had asked them to.

(Clear everything except one. Stick that last one on Han Yeo-rum so he can pick up some combat sense.)

They had all understood immediately and done exactly as I said.

While the rest of them sat resting after finishing their kills, Han Yeo-rum was still locked in a desperate fight with the remaining monster, gasping for air.

Thud….

The corpse of the monster he had barely managed to take down crashed to the ground with a heavy sound, signaling the end of the battle.

"Hah, hah, hah, hah!"

"Good work. Rest."

"Hah, hah, hah, hah!"

Han Yeo-rum couldn't even answer. He just sat there, heaving as if he were about to throw up.

I tossed him one more line.

"You screwed up earlier. Minus a thousand points."

"Hah, hah, shit…."

Fortunately, the curse didn't cost him any extra points.

Still, compared to yesterday, he was listening far better.

It seemed Han Yeo-rum was desperately trying to learn something from me this time so he wouldn't suffer the same humiliation in the next loop.

I watched him and smiled coldly inside.

Keep trying for the rest of your life. It won't help you one bit….

In truth, it would help him build stamina, so it wasn't completely pointless.

In the end, points mattered more to him, so he looked like he was obediently following my every word.

The real problem was that the rest periods after each of his fights kept getting longer.

He would thrash and struggle somehow, but the moment it ended he collapsed into near-total exhaustion.

No one could really complain about it, though.

What were you supposed to say to a guy who was fighting that hard?

"Ah! A safe zone!"

"Thank goodness. I was worried there might not be one."

Aside from me, Han Bom, Han Yeo-rum, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yang Jihyeon, no one else knew the layout of this dungeon, so anxiety had been running high.

Seeing the safe zone, everyone finally relaxed and started resting with visible relief.

The issue was time.

Yang Jihyeon looked around carefully, then spoke in a calm, steady voice.

"We'll sleep here for about eight hours and set out after that."

"Uh… isn't it a bit early to sleep?"

Min Ha-yeon's point made sense—she didn't know the internal structure.

The others began nodding in agreement.

Outside time was at least five o'clock. It felt like they could push a little farther.

But Yang Jihyeon explained right away and persuaded them.

"This is the only safe zone we've found since entering the dungeon. It's our first time here. I think we need to proceed carefully."

She convinced them that they had to avoid the nightmare of pushing ahead only to be forced to turn back.

Her reasoning landed. Everyone set up tents and ate dinner.

Han Yeo-rum barely managed to shovel food into his mouth with trembling arms, then collapsed into his tent and passed out almost immediately.

Once I confirmed he was asleep, I spoke to the others.

"Just in case, I'm going to clear out the monsters ahead a bit."

"Huh? Then I'll come too…."

"No, Ha-yeon. I'll go alone. I spent the whole time babysitting that guy, so I barely got to move."

"B-but still! We could just go together…."

"No. Rest."

"…."

Min Ha-yeon pouted and grumbled under her breath.

No matter how close we were, moving on pure whim in a place this dangerous still meant reading the room.

I stood and pointed at one person.

"Han Bom."

"Yes?"

"Come with me."

Han Bom and I moved through the waterway and began hunting.

"Wow… Ajeossi, what exactly did you do before coming here?"

"Haha… Just this and that."

Even the tougher monsters that appeared were no match for me.

After about an hour of progress, we confirmed there were no more safe zones ahead.

"Looks like safe zones really are scarce inside the dungeon. We'll have to plan for stretches without them."

"Hmm…."

Han Bom pretended to worry while smiling quietly to herself—like she already knew everything.

I pretended not to notice her smile and spoke.

"Let's head back. At this rate, the return trip will take too long and the others will start fretting."

"Okay."

Because we had swept the monsters clean on the way out, not a single one appeared on the return path.

Dungeon monsters were aggressive by nature; they wouldn't hide.

We hadn't gone far when Han Bom suddenly clutched her chest and started groaning.

"Ah, Ajeossi… it's happening again…."

Han Bom had been secretly hoping.

What kind of request would he make of her?

She had been certain there was a reason he had called her along while clearing monsters ahead.

But nothing happened on the way out, and the return trip showed no special signs either.

Ah, damn it! This is so frustrating!

In the end, Han Bom, unable to bear the tension, faked another bout of lactation pain.

And so the two of them began a breastfeeding session right in the middle of the dungeon.

Once again, Han Bom decided to keep her eyes covered for the whole thing.

Then Sung Su-ho made an unexpected request.

"Um… Han Bom. Would it be all right if I collected the milk in a bottle separately?"

"…A bottle?"

What Sung Su-ho meant was whether he could squeeze her breast milk into an empty bottle.

"If I call it a request under the contract we made earlier… would that be too rude?"

Unable to see even an inch in front of her, Han Bom flushed red and nodded.

"…G-go ahead."

A shame far greater than when he had simply suckled with his lips slammed into Han Bom's heart.

It was clearly a less intimate act, yet the humiliation still boiled up uncontrollably.

Because it meant milking her like a cow.

Sung Su-ho made rustling sounds as he prepared something, then embraced her from behind.

"Hyaak!"

"Ah, sorry. This is the only way to get the right angle…."

"N-no! D-do whatever you want…."

"Then I'll begin."

Han Bom surrendered her body completely to Sung Su-ho, every muscle going limp.

His right hand gently cupped one of her breasts.

"Heuut…."

Just that simple contact sent a current racing through her entire body; she trembled all over.

Then she felt a cold object press against her areola.

Haa… haa… This can't be real… Am I actually doing this…?

The concentrated shame that felt ready to explode her brain was beyond any words.

Yet that same shame was also stimulating her heart.

Her heart pumped blood upward as if to melt the brain that kept trying to reject everything.

In the end, she simply surrendered to whatever her chest demanded.

And in that moment, Sung Su-ho's hot palm applied pressure and began milking her.

Shwaaaaaak!

"Hieuaaang! Haaang!"

Han Bom's small areola flushed deep red as milk sprayed into the bottle, striking the glass and producing a clear, ringing tone.

It was a sound like a flute mixed with a bamboo pipe—something that existed nowhere else in the universe, a tone only Han Bom could make.

Han Bom's maternal love (Feat. Sung Su-ho).

Every time milk came out, Han Bom let out a moan.

"Haueang! W-wait! Haaang!"

Shwaaaaak!

Whenever Sung Su-ho stimulated her areola with his fingers, an enormous amount of milk poured out.

Despite her small breasts, Han Bom's body had transformed into one that produced milk in abundance.

Her right nipple had turned bright red under Sung Su-ho's teasing, and even with his skilled hands, no more milk would come.

Looking at Han Bom, who was drooling with her mouth hanging open as if on the verge of fainting, Sung Su-ho whispered into her ear.

"I'll finish the left side as well."

"Hya, no…. Haaang!"

Sung Su-ho used the same technique on the left, ruthlessly extracting every last drop of Han Bom's milk without leaving a single bead behind.

"Haa… wasn't that a little too much?"

"I'm sorry."

"…Be gentler next time."

After completely milking Han Bom dry and sealing the bottles into my inventory, I watched her flush with embarrassment and avoid my eyes.

I secretly pulled one of the milk bottles back out to check it.

I already knew it was 100% pure without the label.

I had extracted it myself—how could I not know?

The milk had already cooled to room temperature.

Every time I walked, the liquid sloshing inside the bottle seemed to cry out, begging me to drink it.

But….

I'll save this for later and savor it slowly.

What was that? The silence felt like it carried a hint of disgust. Must be my imagination.

By the time we reached the safe zone, I tucked the sloshing bottle of milk back into my inventory.

The moment we arrived at the next safe zone, Yang Jihyeon offered a polite smile and her thanks.

"Thanks to you, we had an easy trip."

"Well, it was only the early stretch."

"I still think that's impressive."

For some reason, Yang Jihyeon's attitude felt looser than in previous loops.

The Infinite Face Mask was still a shame, but….

When I had removed the Infinite Face Mask and taken her, she had been better than expected, so my fondness for her had risen a little.

I almost wanted to keep tasting her only while she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slept.

But while I was chatting with Yang Jihyeon, I felt something strange.

It was colder than a north wind—like being trapped inside a glacier with a frozen mammoth.

‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠

The source of that chill was Min Ha-yeon.

Her eyes held a complicated mix of emotions.

Lately I hadn't been looking after her much, and the time we spent together had dwindled, so dissatisfaction seemed to be budding afresh.

It was still only at the budding stage, yet the cold was already this intense….

Do I have to do it? Damn it… I'm torn….

There was one particular sexual wall I wanted to hang on Min Ha-yeon.

If I set it, I was certain I could lock an enormous shackle around her.

But in the end, it was still a shackle.

That guilt was why I still hadn't written the sexual wall I had prepared for her.

Haa… Fine. I'll do it later when we sleep together.

Still, this was the sexual wall for my official wife of Yggdrasil. I wanted to be careful about it.

After that, we left the second safe zone and came face-to-face with a three-way fork.

Normally we would have simply split into three groups right there and moved on.

The problem was time.

"This is bad. The timing is too awkward."

Outside time was already past six.

Worse, there was no safe zone at this fork.

"It's a narrow passage, so let's split into groups and proceed."

Yang Jihyeon divided the teams exactly as I had requested.

Team 1: the three beauties.

Team 2: Min Ha-yeon and Yang Jihyeon.

Team 3: me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Han Bom, and… the freeloader.

Han Yeo-rum had to come with me anyway under the pretext of training, and for healing, Han Bom's recovery skills were far more convenient than my potions, so the three of us formed one group.

Min Ha-yeon wore another dissatisfied expression, but she accepted it.

She seemed to understand that getting out of the dungeon safely was the top priority.

"Then good luck, everyone."

Each group started moving into their own narrow waterway.

"Shit! Hyaaat!"

Han Yeo-rum was locked in a desperate fight with a single monster.

He had started to grasp their patterns, so he was handling the combat more skillfully now.

The problem was stamina.

"Kyaak… hah! Hah!"

That nauseating panting bounced off the waterway walls the entire fight and reached my ears, stoking my disgust.

But something rose even higher than the disgust: boredom.

He's doing fine on his own, so I've got nothing to say.

No. I need to save them up so I can thoroughly humiliate him later when all the women are gathered.

With only Han Bom beside me right now, chewing him out wouldn't be fun at all.

My real goal was to collect a stockpile of material and then loudly shame him in front of the girls.

Han Bom was diligently casting recovery skills on her struggling brother.

She's definitely got a lot more leeway now that she's level 10.

Compared to when she was level 4, she used her skills far more smoothly and with plenty of room to spare.

Even so, Han Bom had a habit of focusing hard, so right now she wasn't paying me any attention at all.

…Should I?

I entertained a filthy thought and quietly rested my hand on Han Bom's ass.