What Are You Doing?!
Morning came, and just as we'd discussed over dinner last night, I headed to the Guild Management Office to dive into the dungeon. Was I the first one here this time? No sign of Als or Lizbet. Then Sera emerged and approached me.
"Hello, Sema. You're heading to that Anomalous Large-Scale Dungeon No. 7 that popped up recently, right? And you're planning to camp inside for three days..."
"Hey, Sera. Yeah, dungeon diving, but Anomalous Large-Scale Dungeon No. 7? There were seven of those?"
"Normally, when a dungeon appears, the Dungeon Research Institute names it. But lately, with the tesser hazards from these massive ones, we've been throwing every available adventurer at them before we can even name them properly. This is the first time one's lingered in such a weird state without vanishing... Anyway, we call the recent big ones 'anomalous large-scale dungeons' and number them by appearance order."
"Ah, got it. So these have been popping up lately—when did that start?"
"No. 1 showed up about ten years ago... Before that, ones this huge were maybe one every few centuries. The Cursed Mountain Range is from a massive dungeon around two hundred years back that wasn't fully cleared."
Hmm. Dungeons that rare—once every few centuries—had appeared seven times in just ten years. With centuries between them, they couldn't respond properly, leading to places like the Cursed Mountain Range. But now, with one or two every couple years, they'd systematized it: mobilize the entire guild the moment one was found and clear it.
"We've passed the info along to the Guild Management Office... but sending just you three still worries me."
"Don't sweat it, Sera. They're still newbies, but we've got a talented mage, a hero, and a Divine Beast party. Worst case, I'll scoop 'em up and bolt. My legs are insanely fast—full speed, even a griffon couldn't keep up."
"Oh? That fast? I'd love a ride if the chance comes up."
"Heh, talk's cheap. Before I get Humanization Skill, you're welcome anytime."
As we chatted, Lizbet and Als showed up. Seeing her sexy figure in the outfit I'd bought—staff in hand, bag slung over her shoulder, no cloak—brightened my morning right up. We exchanged quick greetings, received the quest details: ten gold for them, five for me, as discussed. Explore using maps from other guilds for three days, pinpoint what killed the veteran hero, dissipate the dungeon if possible. If it got too risky, bail and report back.
They strapped a bag of rations and supplies from the office to me—official business, so the lord or guild had prepped it. We left the office, exited the south gate, and I carried them toward the dungeon. A half-day walk, but at my easy trot, about an hour.
"Speaking of, what's the deal with transport here? City's huge, but no carts or anything for getting around town or to other cities."
"? There are magic tools for quick intra-city travel... but only nobles or the rich bother buying them."
"Huh? Isn't that super inconvenient?"
"Not really? Folks work near home, and trips far out aren't common. Regular people don't visit other cities much anyway."
Her explanation on magic tools, plus Als chiming in, made this high-tech isekai's lack of cars click. In-town life stayed local—no need for vehicles despite the sprawl. Gate-crossing officials or nobles commuting to the Lord's Castle used bicycle-like solo rides, but they were pricey and pointless for commoners. Sure, cars might tempt peasants for trips or tourism, but this was isekai. Outside the walls? Monsters everywhere—citizens stayed put. Tourism existed for rich nobles hiring adventurer escorts or trusting their own skills. The only commoners venturing out? Nearby farmers, protected by patrols.
"Hmm... No multi-passenger magic vehicles, huh. Makes sense why merchants at the gates just use monster carts."
"Carts? You mean monster-pulled wagons? Magic ones exist, but if they break mid-trip, you're screwed—totally immobile. Tamed monster wagons are easy to fix, and the beasts scare off other monsters as guards. If the puller dies, you haul it yourself or fetch help from town."
Hmm. Indeed. Isekai high-tech stuck to urban life. Once I got Humanization Skill, city living would feel just like Earth.
Thus musing as I trotted along, we soon reached the dungeon. Easy spot—adventurers clustered at the entrance. They spotted us, gasped in awe, and whispered. Come on, aren't you used to my looks by now?
Als and Lizbet dismounted, chatted with who seemed the rep, and prepped to enter. Nothing for me to check, so I sidled up to Lizbet inspecting her staff.
"Adventurers have all seen me by now—quit gawking. You've encountered weird stuff, so why the shock? Am I that scary-looking?"
"Not that. It's us riding you. Even tamed monsters rarely let people ride. Divine Beasts live as humans, and they're ancient—can't just ask for a lift. Plus, you look ferociously vicious."
Ah... They'd clocked my utility from the ride. Might snag guild invites before humanizing? But ferociously vicious? I'd sensed it, but hearing it stung. Somewhere out there, a woman would accept me, right?
We finished gear checks, confirmed precautions, waved to the outer adventurers, and stepped through the dimension-gate-like entrance into the dungeon.
We wandered quite a while... but seriously, nothing. The dungeon was vast—roomy even for me—with stone walls and ceiling. Lizbet called it a closed-type dungeon. Some had walls/ceilings like this; others were open-air like forests with visible sky.
Glowing stones in the ceiling lit it up—no darkness. Floor covered in grass or moss, feeling less like another realm and more like ancient ruins.
"Hmm... Nothing here either..."
At a dead end, lead-walker Als halted, checked the map for position. His seriousness screamed determination to shed newbie status. Lizbet scanned mid-pack, face tense yet oddly reluctant.
"Outside's probably evening now... With three days planned, rest here? Wandering exhausted is riskier."
"Good point. Wide room nearby—crash there tonight, resume at dawn."
Als pulled a pocket-watch-like thing, checked it, pocketed it. Isekai clock?
In the room, we set camp. Lizbet's magic lit a fire—skill on a weird array birthed a fireball that burned sans wood. Isekai magic was OP.
We ate packed rations for dinner, discussed tomorrow, then bedtime. After their quick wash-up:
"I don't need much sleep—you two rest deep. Normally 2-3 hours suffices."
Earth otaku me savored 8+ hour sleeps and naps. Here? Insane stamina—no fatigue. In the Cursed Mountains, tension aside, this horse body's endurance let me nap 30 minutes at a stretch, crash longer when possible. Never felt drained—stamina was broken.
Als looked guilty but accepted; Lizbet sidled close, whispered, "Do anything weird and you're dead," then turned away. So distrustful.
Als showed me the "clock," taught time-reading, set watches: me 5 hours, then him 2, Lizbet 2—to conserve energy, sleep deep.
They pitched a light-blocking tent, slipped into sleeping bags under it, eye-covered with handkerchiefs, and dozed.
Boring, tense watch—no incidents. Shortly after they slept, Lizbet's "Nn... ahh...♡" moan startled me. Dreaming? Deep breaths followed—out cold.
Musing idly, 5 hours passed. Woke Als, lay by tent, eyes shut. Not sleepy, but dozing lightly till his wake-up call to Lizbet roused me faintly. Stayed "asleep" for energy reserve. Silence, then her footsteps neared.
Bathroom? Risky alone... She stopped by my head—quiet. Get up? Waited; something brushed my closed eyelids. What? Her breathing quickened...
Time ticked; she lifted the cloth over my lower half. What the hell are you doing?!
Shocked but calm, yesterday's status window flashed: Horse Cock Enthusiast title, Lewd Lv. 2 under female skills. Is she here to peek at my horse dick!? With Als right there!? Even Lv. 2 Lewd, this is risky!
Adrenaline kept my dick from popping out—unlike random girl glimpses. Phew.
Then she poked, prodded my huge black balls. This bitch—after I jerked off for her, she raged, took 80 silver (18 million won) in clothes as payback... and now this?
"Hah... hah..."
Breathing ragged, more pokes, then she retreated. Soon, Als called morning, woke us. Her cheeks flushed under that haughty gaze as she faced me.
How to play this? Staring her down through breakfast prep, we geared up and resumed exploration.