Moving Because of the Assassins
The cramped shower room. At first, I couldn't understand why they'd made the space so damn narrow.
But now I got it.
In this tight space, we tangled together naked. Or more accurately, I was the one getting devoured unilaterally.
My master was like a massive, heavy blanket. Her two arms wrapped firmly around my small body.
"Haa…."
"Slurp, feels good?"
Hot water poured down from above, soaking our bodies. It made my mind go hazy. This is why I hated humidity.
Regardless, Master thrust her tongue in unilaterally, defiling the inside of my lips. She probed every corner, even the insides of my cheeks.
I squeezed my eyes shut and moved as Master led. The heavy masses of fat crushed down on my body, and I honestly savored the sensation.
'Gotta admit what’s worth admitting.'
I couldn't deny it anymore. The fact that I was enjoying Master's body….
The tension drained from my body. And with it came a strange sense of liberation.
Ah, had I been lying to myself all this time?
Now I didn't have to anymore. I just hadn't wanted to admit that all I craved was the pleasure from Master's body.
"Ngh…. M-Master."
"What? Getting horny for sex already?"
"That's not it. I was just saying not to hug me so suffocatingly tight."
Her breasts were so huge they crushed me, choking off my breath. I couldn't breathe properly.
Master smirked and let me go. But she still wore that creepy smile laced with amusement.
"But what's up with this dick? Why's it standing so rock-hard like that? Aang?"
"It's just an unavoidable physiological reaction…."
"Who said you could get hard? You're basically begging for punishment."
Master ignored me completely, interpreting it her own way. Before long, she dragged me to the bed.
"Hah, seriously, Master. Can't you hold my hand a little gentler? Please?"
"You're too fucking tempting—what am I supposed to do? You little shit."
"Haa."
In the end, round two happened on the bed. We twisted and writhed wildly, shaking the whole thing. My whole body ached.
As she pinned me down, fingers jammed into my mouth.
Slurp slurp…. I didn't resist and sucked on them eagerly. Felt like a baby with a pacifier.
"Kuhuhu. This is perfect. Melting. Melting away…."
"Urk…."
Master and I clung together like we were one body, twisting in a heap. Sweat poured from every inch of us. I was finally freed at dawn.
"Let's eat something and keep going."
"…You pervert."
"Pervert my ass. I'm ordering delivery—you want some too, right?"
Normally I'd cook instead of delivery, but with all my energy sucked dry, I didn't have the strength.
"You know delivery fees over 50,000 won come by helicopter, right?"
"So?"
"How about we just move to an apartment? Seriously, or else…."
"Hm, nah, don't wanna."
Master got dressed properly. Delivery was coming, so I should too.
"'Cause you never know who might come to a normal house. Like this…."
Master grabbed metal chopsticks from the kitchen and hurled them at the front door.
A player's strength could flip a 25-ton truck. With a clang, the front door was pierced clean through.
"Get dressed quick."
I hurriedly dressed. At the same time, I equipped my items.
Blood slowly seeped in from under the front door. Was someone outside dead?
No. Too much blood. And no sound of a body falling.
What the... Attacking out of nowhere? Is the Sword Saint really this savage?
The blood pooled more and more. Then it coalesced into a human shape.
A player. And a high-level one at that.
A trait that forms the body from blood? That's why Master's attack didn't work.
[Do you know there's a cool $5 million on your head?]
"Damn, that's chump change. I'm the strongest player in Korea, and that's all?"
[Kukuk, that's just a bonus bounty. Killing you will naturally jack up your value too.]
"And?"
Shrrk—!
Blood droplets shot toward us like bullets.
Couldn't let that hit. I swatted them away with my scythe.
Master did even better. She grabbed another chopstick, used it like a sword, and deflected them all.
"Pointy Roots."
Pointy Roots
Two green-glowing daggers manifest in both hands. Inflicts paralysis via nerve toxin even on blood-based forms.
Green light swirled around Master's hands, forming two daggers. The chopsticks? Already thrown.
[Physical attacks don't work on m—]
Pointy Roots was an epic item I'd seen before. It had a bullshit trait for guaranteed ranged crowd control.
The opponent froze. It circulated paralyzing venom through the blood, ignoring their trait and dealing damage.
[Cough!Cough!Cough cough…. What did you do to me?]
"Watch out for the chopsticks."
Thwuk—!
The chopstick flying at an angle stabbed right between her eyes. This time damage went through clean—she staggered back far, then collapsed with a thud.
Clear death. The blood-solidifying poison ensured full damage.
"I'd normally spare 'em, but that bitch was a dark player operating in the shadows."
"Dark player?"
"Like dark gamers. PVP scum who live off killing others."
Dark gamer? Oh, rice farmers. No need for the fancy "dark" prefix. They weren't that classy anyway.
"Anyway, seems like a few more. The commotion let three or four slip inside."
"Three or four? I didn't sense a thing."
"One of your bad habits. You focus only on the enemy in front of you. A true swordsman considers every living thing in the radius."
I thought I was pretty skilled. If even I couldn't detect them, how stealthy were they?
"Stick right by my side. Don't stray…."
I didn't wanna die unnoticed, so I obeyed. I pressed tight against Master's back.
"Your dick's poking my ass?"
"Ah…. N-Not on purpose."
"Kukuk. Kidding. Just kidding."
With so many eyes around, cracking jokes like that!
"…What, you two are that kind of couple? No shame, huh? You crazy bitch…. A master touching her disciple!?"
"Didn't wanna hear that from underworld scum."
"Makes killing you guilt-free."
Moments later—boom! An explosion rocked the place as something burst in.
Looking back, it was a trident-wielding assassin. Stealth ability for sure. Master didn't even look—swung her arm and hurled a dagger at it.
But in that gap, two more assassins appeared. Too close—blades stabbed into Master's body.
"You fucking bastards…!"
Seeing that, rage boiled over in me. I summoned Valkyries and sent one charging.
"Master!"
"Not dead. Hyunwoo, this is barely a scratch."
Too much blood for a scratch. Looked like her side got hit.
Liver…? Damage there was fatal. Way more bleeding than other organs.
Players could use potions, though. I poured mine on immediately.
"This your summon? Valkyries ain't shit."
Meanwhile, my two dispatched Valkyries got canceled. The pissed assassin raised a crystal spear.
LV.62. Specialized in stealth mobility. Even Master got hit.
"How should we handle these rotten foreigners, hm?"
"Lowbie talks too much."
"That lowbie's got you bleeding out right now."
"Bleeding out my ass."
Puuk—!
The assassin's back exploded. The other one about to strike got the same.
Master's clone. She'd suddenly used an item for stealth.
"…Glad you're okay."
"Yeah. But how'd they find our house?"
Situation sorted for now. But no relaxing.
House found meant someone tracked us. More assassins could come anytime.
"Master, I said we should move."
"…Yeah, yeah. Let's move. Staying here's asking to get snuck up on again."
Master poured potion on her side as she spoke. Looked like it hurt bad.
'Gotta get stronger.'
If I'd been stronger, this wouldn't have happened.
I need to get even stronger. Even more….