No Condom, No Way! What a Total Letdown!

I'd been in the closed-type Solik Dungeon for about an hour, and my first impression was pure disappointment.

Dungeons were supposed to be places brimming with tension-inducing danger and heart-pounding rewards, right? I'd been looking forward to that, honestly. But there was jack shit in terms of danger or rewards. All there was were goblin demon beasts that dropped after one or two hits, and farming worthless junk like random ores and grass clumps scattered on the floor. What the hell is this? I didn't sign up for this soul-crushing grind.

And the experience points? A pathetic trickle compared to the Cursed Mountain Range. Sure, the guild management office had assigned this dungeon based on our difficulty rating, but calling this a dungeon felt like an insult to the name.

A tension-free dungeon meant a straight-line passage with no branches. Follow it, find demon beasts huddled together in a room like they're having a party, slaughter them, move on—rinse and repeat. At any turns, Klea used her detection ability to scout everything ahead, so no surprise attacks either.

Plus, as Lizbet explained, dungeon demon beasts were like machines patrolling fixed routes and repeating set behaviors. Most demon beasts were predictable, but these were especially robotic. As long as you didn't pick an overly tough dungeon for your skill level or get too cocky, it'd play out like this.

Als looked a bit winded, his stamina flagging, but me? With my overflowing stamina, I wasn't tired at all. These one-shot fodder demon beasts and the boring dungeon were a huge letdown. If not for my stamina, maybe this half-day trek would've built some tension? But Lizbet seemed plenty relaxed too, so the dungeon itself felt like low-level fodder.

From the current vibe, we didn't even need to protect Klea. And the biggest disappointment? This cheap sword from the blacksmith. I'd swung it imagining some cool swordsman flourish—fat chance. It felt no different from just punching shit. They all died in one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or two hits anyway.

Watching Als, he had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that trained swordsman flair—crisp slashes, occasional skills, cleaving demon beasts in half clean. Me? Even with my strength, it felt like swinging a blunt club. Maybe I needed to pick a weapon style and actually train in it. What a deflating situation.

I let out a sigh and eyed Klea's ass walking ahead of me. Wonder when I could grope that whenever I wanted. Lost in that thought, I pulled up Klea's status window.

Looking at Klea's status window perked me right up. Yeah, screw the rest—turning women into my bitches was the real priority. Time to focus on that and shove the disappointment aside.

Hmm... Unlike Lianna or Lizbet, Klea had no Lewdness, just Fear. Her title mentioned fear too. Submission through fear wasn't bad, but I wanted her head over heels, devoted. A bit of a letdown, I guess.

With Lizbet around today, messing with Klea was tricky anyway—best after dropping her at the church back in Radia. How to ease that fear? Pondering how to shift Klea's Fear, I kept exploring the dungeon.

Goddamn it...

I sighed inwardly as the dungeon boss crumbled to dust and vanished. We'd taken breaks along the way, but we'd cleared to the boss room without fanfare. No sense of accomplishment—just disappointment wrapping around me like a wet blanket.

The boss had put up a fight at first, sure. Als wrapped himself in heroic spirit, Lizbet blasted magic without a care for her Esser, I swung my sword precisely at its side, and Klea tossed in buffs for good measure. Problem was, it barely countered before dying. It flailed a couple times, then dropped. And my sword? Shattered right in its flank.

That crusty old blacksmith—did he scam ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me? Even cheap, it shouldn't snap like that. First dungeon clear, and this is the result. I sighed, looted what was worth taking, set up camp inside, and lit a fire.

Huddled around it, munching rations, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I showed Als the sword. "What the hell's up with this? Cheap swords do this?"

"Even cheap ones from a proper smith shouldn't break here... What do you think, Als?"

"Hmm... This..."

Als examined the hilt, then gave a frustrating answer. "Looks like it couldn't handle Sema's strength? It glanced off at an angle and snapped under the force."

He handed back the broken blade. "Technique issue with the angle—sword training would help. But for a blade to withstand your power? Gonna cost a fortune."

Expensive sword and training? Headache. "Sigh... Sell today's haul, cover the cost?"

"Split four ways, easy. These ores fetch good prices. Magic tools like crystal orbs are the real jackpots in some dungeons."

At least the sword's covered. Per Lizbet, no magic tools here—total dud dungeon. Dinner done, chit-chat wound down, bedtime. Klea chatted and laughed with Lizbet and Als, but gave me short answers—begging to be tormented. Tomorrow, she'd pay.

Bedtime check: Klea scanned—no demon beasts. Als fretted over watches, but with my stamina, I'd handle it; they sleep sound. Better than half-assed dozes. 2-3 hours without me watching? Fine.

Als hesitated, nodded, "Thanks then," and unrolled his sleeping bag. Klea eyed me fearfully, trembling... Don't worry, your turn's tomorrow.

They dozed off; Als soon snored. Klea was deathly quiet—who knows. Waited more, then stealthily nudged Lizbet. "Liz."

"...Yeah..."

She was awake, slipped out quietly. Grabbed a small pouch from her bag, we headed to a room away from the boss chamber.

Once clear, arm around her shoulder, groped her tits—she didn't resist. Pressed closer, guided her hand to my horse balls over clothes; face flushed, no refusal. Anyone saw, they'd think I was her lover, not Als.

Savoring her hand on my balls through fabric and my fingers in her sleeveless top's cleavage, we reached the room. We locked eyes and grinned like we'd planned it.

"Knew they were asleep, but heart pounding..."

Laughing Lizbet—time to test the once-a-day limit. Just need a trigger... What?

Then, rifling her pouch, her face paled. "C-condoms... gone... Thought I packed 'em..."

What...? No condoms? After all this, just oral/manual? Lame. Lizbet pondered her empty pouch, same thought.

"Skip the condom...?"

"...N-no... Can't go raw..."

That Esser affinity thing made bareback unappealing. She was mine in actions, but Als's girlfriend status held her back. Now what? Little coaxing, she'd cave... How?

Lightning idea struck. I mentally high-fived, called her. "Liz."

"Yeah?"

"No condom for pussy sex, right?"

"N-no... Can't..."

"Then how about..." Grinning, eyed her ass. "Just anal?"

Lizbet's face hit peak panic—the most shocked I'd seen.