Chapter 49

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 49

Chapter Title: Just Fight Already

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Hunter's Iron Rule, number one.

Never let your guard down inside a dungeon.

That was the survival code every hunter had etched into their heart.

No matter how high your rank, not even in beginner dungeons—there were no exceptions.

As frontline combatants facing humanity's greatest threats, you couldn't afford to lose focus for even a single second inside a dungeon. That was the iron rule.

...At least, that's how it was supposed to be.

"Heehee... This is so fun♥"

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

There was Yunhwa, her massive breasts jiggling back and forth as she straddled a baby rocking horse like a toddler, bucking wildly on it.

Wearing nothing but a diaper, no skirt or anything else.

A pacifier clamped in her mouth, she thrust her hips up and down on the rocking horse.

No matter how you sliced it... she didn't look like a thirty-something hunter auntie.

She was way closer to some pervert lost in adult baby play.

"...Um, Yunhwa."

I clutched my head and let out a sigh.

"Even so, shouldn't you hold back a little inside a dungeon?"

"Kyaaak?! S-Sorry!!"

She jolted at my words, spitting out the pacifier as her face flushed beet red, trying to scramble off the rocking horse.

But the inside of her diaper was already soaked through with sticky fluids, spreading down her thighs—it was obvious what she'd been up to.

Honestly, normally I'd have stared alone and wondered, 'Is this really a patient? A hunter?'

But this was a 'special dungeon,' and the scene in front of me felt more like an adults-only theme park.

A dungeon where a woman over thirty straps on a diaper, grinds her pussy on a rocking horse till she's right on the edge of climax.

I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.

Still, I had to snap her out of it.

I slipped my arms under her armpits and carefully lifted her off the rocking horse, setting her down on solid ground.

That's when the squelching diaper brushed my hand.

A slick squelch—the sticky fluids and her feverish body heat transferred right to my skin.

"...Ah."

Yunhwa bit her lip hard, realizing I'd noticed.

Her face screamed embarrassment. But her eyes... they were sparkling like little hearts.

We forced ourselves back to the matter at hand.

Looking around, it hit me clear as day.

This dungeon's interior was unmistakably a massive baby playground.

Yunhwa steadied her ragged breaths, then spoke in the cool, collected tone of an S-Rank hunter.

"First off... this doesn't seem to be the first floor."

"Not the first floor?"

"Right. Special dungeons are weird—they keep the difficulty surprisingly low until you hit the top, where the boss is on the tenth floor. So..."

If she was right, floors 1 through 9 were just low-level dungeon fare.

Yunhwa could've found the exit in a flash and gotten us both out safe.

But.

She shook her head, sweat beading on her brow.

"...No way."

My heart sank.

"Yeah. Looks like we dropped straight into the top floor... the boss level."

Among civilian dungeon accidents, this was the absolute worst of the worst.

You couldn't leave a boss floor without clearing it.

To survive, we'd have to take down the boss right here. No other way.

"Damn this dungeon...!"

Yunhwa ground her teeth beside me.

"I'm fine. But... to drag Papa into this...!"

Her shoulders trembled as she clenched her fists.

Rage mixed with the fresh heat seeping into her diaper—it was plain as day to me.

Like her anger and arousal exploding at once in some bizarre tremor.

Then.

A chill ran down my spine.

The playground air thickened, choking off my breath.

"?!"

"...!"

My throat locked up instinctively. Even Yunhwa beside me broke out in cold sweat, gritting her teeth.

Seeing an S-Rank hunter this tense was a first.

"Heh heh heh... As expected of an S-Rank hunter. You can withstand this much pressure."

Lights flickered over the baby toys all around, and darkness began pooling slowly in the center of the playground.

On the stage lined with kid toys, black energy spread like ink spilling upside down.

Emerging from it was a figure with skin like deep charcoal black.

Smooth and glossy, absorbing the light, yet threaded with pulsing red patterns like veins of blood.

The aura cloaking her body was 'living darkness' itself—not just black, but an overwhelming presence that dragged your mind down into despair just by looking.

Her eyes gleamed like fresh blood droplets. Horns curved sharply from her forehead like a crown of menace.

But.

The outfit on this overwhelming magical powerhouse was utterly absurd.

A bulging diaper strapped between her thighs.

Up top, just a baby bib—her massive breasts on that black skin jiggled half-exposed.

And from the tips of her nipples, drip, drip, clear fluid leaked, staining the diaper.

Red-glinting eyes, wet diaper gleaming on black skin, baby bib dangling over those heaving tits.

The demonic intimidation clashed so hard with the cringey baby cosplay that my jaw just dropped in shock.

'...Holy shit, what the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hell is this bitch?'

And I wasn't the only one.

"Y-You... You're this dungeon's boss?!"

Even Yunhwa's face burned red as she yelled in disbelief.

But what came next was unexpected.

"No, more than that—a grown-ass adult in that outfit... aren't you embarrassed?! Is this normal?!"

"...???"

I blanked out for a second.

Wait, who's calling who out?

A thirty-something auntie in a diaper with a pacifier, preaching 'only I get to baby out' to the boss.

Either way, that hypocritical nonsense froze even the demon for a beat.

Then she burst into laughter.

"Ha, hahaha! Yes, that's the spirit... only the bold deserve to challenge this body!"

In that instant, Yunhwa shot forward like lightning.

The explosive aura unique to S-Rank hunters tore through the air.

Sword light scattered.

A silver trail like drawn moonlight poured down, cleaving the demon's torso amid blooming sword ki like petals.

Perfect swordsmanship that spared the toys, targeting only the boss.

It stole my breath.

This was true S-Rank swordplay.

Beautiful. Overwhelming. A single strike.

But the one facing it was the dungeon's master.

"Hee hee hit♥ Swinging so pretty won't cut me~."

Flick.

The tongue shooting from her black lips was on another level from any snake.

Stretching like a blood-soaked whip, it clashed with the sword light.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Eerie rings like metal on metal.

But it was slime-slick tongue blocking the sword strikes.

Strange, slimy fluids splattered everywhere, gumming up the playground floor.

"This body's technique... 'Desire Lash'! Swords or souls, once bound by my tongue, they all get wet♥"

The demon split her tongue into tendrils, whipping them to ensnare Yunhwa.

Even floor blocks got caught, shattering to pieces.

But Yunhwa wasn't going down easy.

"Don't falter, Moonlight Sword!"

Her blade flashed again.

In a blink.

The entire playground filled with moonlight slashes.

Innumerable sword beams severed the demon's tongues, exploding in midair.

"Kuh huh huh!! Nice one♥ But—!"

The severed tongues hit the floor, wriggled like baby fingers, crawled back up, and burrowed into her diaper, rejoining her body.

Like a demon fused with the diaper— even more depraved.

"Heh heh... My power's source is the 'Fallen Nursery Kingdom'♥ This is my nest. Cut me all you want—my flesh regenerates!"

"Ugh, a real demon...!"

Then Yunhwa's feet shook.

The puzzle mat floor surged up like giant baby nails, lunging at her.

The demon called her move.

"'Infant Claw'♥!"

BOOM!!

Dozens of massive baby nails ripped from the earth, smothering Yunhwa.

She crossed her sword to block.

Kaboom!!

Shockwaves exploded like a blast.

The whole playground shook; ceiling mobiles creaked ominously.

'Incredible... Their outfits are ridiculous, but their moves are insane?!'

The scene was straight out of an epic saga.

But my eyes kept drifting elsewhere.

Between clashing sword ki and tongue whips—Yunhwa's diaper crotch, soaked and glistening.

And under the demon's bib, those tits bouncing wildly.

...Fuck.

This a serious fight?

Then why the hell is my dick standing at full attention in this mess?

'...Right. Survival instinct. Humans get hard right before death to leave offspring... Yeah, that's it.'

I muttered desperate self-justifications.

That's when.

"Hey! S-Rank hunter, hold up!"

The demon raised her palm, halting the fight.

But Yunhwa gripped her sword, eyes blazing.

"No need to chat with a demon. I end this quick and protect Papa's vacation."

"Yunhwa...!"

My heart twinged.

A patient looking out for my vacation? Touching...

Or so I thought—till the demon's retort hit from another dimension.

"You bitch! Fellow adult baby in diapers, and you don't even know our comrades' code?!"

"What...?"

I doubted my ears.

...Adult baby code?

What, do crazies have secret handshakes?

The demon stroked over her diaper with a sticky grin.

"Fight's a draw. So let's compete on who unleashes stronger, lewder 'baby power'!"