Why Wear Clothes in My Own House?
"Why wear clothes in my house?"
Outside the window was hell. A blood-red sky. Monsters prowling about. The rift between dimensions. Its official name was Dungeon. Most people just called it the Highway.
Bubble bubble.
By contrast, a peaceful sound. Right in front of me, a stew was simmering temptingly. Then came a suspicious presence overlapping it.
Pat pat. The sound of bare feet on the floor.
Soon, a heavy weight settled on my back.
"Haaah…."
Squish. Chewy. A soft sensation pressing into my back. And a warm body heat. Silver hair cascaded over my shoulder. The scent of wild herbs mixed with a faint milky smell, tickling my nose.
The world's number one Hunter. A High Elf from Arcadia. Lena.
Hot breath puffed against my nape.
"Seojunaaa… I'm hungryyy…."
A languid voice stretched out long and needy. I stirred the ladle halfheartedly and shot back.
"It needs to simmer more. The meat's not done yet."
"I'm dizzy, I said. I might really pass out like this."
"If you eat it now, you'll really pass out from food poisoning."
"Hiiing…. Elf stomachs are tough. It's fine."
A whine as she rubbed her cheek against my back. The tip of her pointed ear tickled my nape.
"It's dangerous by the fire, so back off a bit. And for god's sake, put some clothes on."
She ignored me. If anything, she tightened her arms around me. Her heavy breasts squished and spread against my back.
"No way. Too much hassle."
This lazy-ass High Elf. She couldn't even be bothered to get dressed at home. A so-called "nudist."
"And I can't be away from you, Seojun. I need to recharge my mana to hold on."
Bright red lie. I knew it was some excuse she pulled straight from a comic book. As if her mana ever ran low—she was overflowing with it.
Thud—!
Right then. Beyond the living room's glass window and the transparent barrier. Something slammed into it. One of the monsters patrolling nearby. A gaping maw split wide. Grotesque tentacles twisted hideously. A "walking catastrophe" that shrugged off guns and bombs alike.
In the outside world, it'd be an evacuation order for several kilometers. But Lena? She was different.
"Hwaaah…."
She just stretched with a big yawn.
"Ugh. What a pain."
Snap. She flicked her finger into the air.
The space outside the window warped grotesquely. Pop—! The howling monster evaporated into a bloody mist.
Clean on the surface. But the reality? She'd boiled its bodily fluids from the inside out with magic. Better not to know the details. Gave me nightmares just thinking about it.
Whether she knew my inner turmoil or not, Lena whined on, arms still wrapped around my waist.
"Those things keep butting in. So annoying, seriously."
"That's 'cause you keep putting off barrier repairs. Doesn't even take a few hours."
"I'd have to be away from you the whole time. No thanks."
Endless griping. Then, something tickled my lower half. A fluffy fox tail. Lena's magic creation for fun. It was slyly coiling around my legs.
"You're really not gonna put on clothes?"
"Elves are a nature-loving race by nature. And why wear clothes in my house?"
Smack. A kiss landed on my nape.
"You should just strip too. You look uncomfortable."
"Oil splatters hurt. No."
I drew a firm line and picked up a spoon. Ingredients airlifted in via Lena's dimensional tolgate. Sri Lankan saffron. Cream stew packed with meat from a source I didn't want to know. I blew on a spoonful to cool it.
"Aaah—"
Lena stood on tiptoe, mouth gaping wide. Brazen as a baby bird. I slid the spoon right in.
Her cheeks puffed out round. She chewed with muffled crunches.
"Mmm—!"
Soon, her wine-red eyes curved in bliss.
"Dehlish!"
"You haven't even swallowed yet."
"Mmph…. Gulp! Everything you make is delicious, Seojun!"
Her cheeks flushed pink. A satisfied smile. Sweet breath tickled my ear again.
"Seojun. One more bite, pleeease."
"Gonna fill up before the main meal?"
"One. More. Bite. One. More. Bite."
Clap clap. She even clapped, throwing in some made-up cheer.
"Yeah, yeah. Ah, don't spill it. Geez, this is a lot of work."
"Heehet."
I fed her one more bite anyway. And she let it dribble everywhere.
"Lick it off with your mouth, Seojun."
Well. That was probably the goal all along.
This place was a sealed-off Dungeon, cut off from the outside. An ultra-luxury mansion right in the center. My bank account got fat monthly deposits.
...Not that I could spend them, trapped here.
How'd I end up like this? The story goes back a little while.