Eyes on Baseball, Dick in Mouth (1)
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.
Bullets rained down relentlessly. The dwarves were still numerous, unleashing their annoying barrages.
Every moment was a real ordeal.
Facing the dwarves' machine gun nests, the party had teetered on the brink of total annihilation once already.
“If Se-eun had not desperately called in a healer, we all would have wiped.”
This is why Master always stressed the importance of forming a proper party.
Without a healer who could resurrect the dead, they wouldn't have survived. Parties really were essential. To think they'd nearly died in a place like this.
“Fuck those bastards. Monsters pulling off such shitty tactics.”
Machine gun nests, trait-enhanced landmines and barbed wire, even mortars lobbing shells to block their path. If it were just one or two, they could manage somehow. But dozens firing away? Impossible to endure.
“Fire! Fire!”
A dwarf gunner launched a grenade from his rifle—thunk—straight into Hyunwoo's chest.
The first sensation was scorching heat... followed by ribs cracking and the agony surging in.
The blast tore his small body to shreds. He hadn't died instantly, thanks to his high-grade items, no doubt.
“You fucking shits...”
Combat ineffective in one hit. Even taking it defenseless, this was too much...
But fortunately, his hands still moved. And the dwarf was coming in for the kill with a bayonet.
“Hyunwoo-ssi!” “No, he's not dead. Save the heals!” “He's about to croak—save the heals?”
His state was probably like a lump of meat right now. Breathing was hard, vision blurry.
Fingers twitched, arms moved. That was enough.
His arm swung. Slash—the scythe cleaved the nearby dwarf's neck.
“Huuuuh!”
As Amodius's Scythe drained the dwarf's life force, his body slowly regenerated.
The process transmitted vividly.
First, his burned trachea healed, easing his breath. Then his vision. The heat had cooked his eyes, it seemed. He felt them shrivel, then smooth back to normal.
“Crazy... Doesn't it hurt?” “Do it a few times, and it actually feels refreshing.”
Meanwhile, damaged muscles knit, shattered bone fragments pieced together like a puzzle.
Incredibly, the whole thing took about a second. Felt like five minutes, though...
“Aren't you pushing too hard? No need to charge ahead of the golem.” “Golems aren't invincible. A direct mortar hit would've taken it down quick too.”
The golem, shrugging off mortar fire, slammed its massive palm into the enemy lines.
Boom! The dwarf who'd blown him up exploded. So damn satisfying. Venting all that pent-up frustration.
“Groooaaar!”
That golem was always so reliable. No way he could match those huge AoE attacks.
Next trait should be something with wide-range damage. A summon would be ideal.
“I've said it before, but you dive in too aggressively, Hyunwoo-ssi.”
With the golem leading the charge now, they could take it slow and chat leisurely.
“Ah, guess I am overdoing it. I'll hold back.” “No, it's not overdoing. Every move you make helps for sure.” “Hm?”
He hadn't calculated it out, but apparently he wasn't a burden.
Good. After badmouthing party members before, it'd suck to be the deadweight now.
“No need to fight like a desperate pup with a full bladder.” “Got reasons to level up fast.” “Do you, though?” “Yeah. Gotta climb higher.”
Clearing floor 63 had shot him to LV.57. Party all hit LV.54, Se-eun at LV.56.
Balanced upward. Perfect. Can't just get strong alone—they all needed to power up together.
‘These folks'll have to fight alongside me when shit hits the fan.’
Battle-hardened comrades shared some special bond, or so they said. Hope that held true.
Master would probably war with some massive force soon.
These people needed steering toward helping in that fight.
“Don't forget we've got your back. No need to rush.” “Yeah...”
He heard it every time. But this habit wouldn't change. He had to get even stronger.
Because of the assassin, they'd moved.
Of course, they hadn't sold the old place. Too spacious and nice—hard to part with.
“Whoa... For a rush job, this is pretty nice. Huge.”
The hastily rented whole-floor apartment was in a skyscraper. Assassins wouldn't infiltrate easily here. Smart choice.
Still, the deposit alone must've been billions of won... Master really had too much money.
“Gonna feel cramped.” “Looks over a few dozen pyeong. And that's cramped?” “Tiny as a booger! Smaller than my old annex.”
Even this massive place felt tiny to Master.
“Ha... Feels like lowbie days. Life was fucking hell back then.”
Master started reminiscing about her tough times.
“Better to die than go back.” “Die?” “You wouldn't get it now, but low levels meant no human rights. Seniors bullshitting nonstop, every day on thin ice not knowing when you'd die.”
Surviving that made her life's winner. Tearjerker rags-to-riches tale. If she weren't the type to fuck her disciple, it'd fit right in a hagiography.
...Actually, with Korea's habit of saint-making any weirdo, some cult might've already done it.
“Why you standing there like an idiot? Sit on the sofa.” “Got it, Master. I was heading there anyway—no need to rush me.”
Sigh, fresh move-in and already angling for sex? Didn't she ever get bored? Her sex drive was world-class.
He sighed deeply but walked to her side, slyly tugging her pants down. No panties...
“You some kind of perv? Why no underwear?” “Not a perv.” “Then why?” “So you can shove your face in my pussy.” “That's perv proof.”
Haaah. He bowed his head and started licking her pussy.
By now, he knew exactly how to satisfy her.
“Oh, you're damn good now.” “...Who made me good?” “Who? Heh heh, say it with your mouth.” “You keep shoving your pussy in my face, Master. Every morning wake-up's pussy-cleaning duty instead of an alarm.”
Slurp slurp, swallowing all the leaking juices. He sat properly on the sofa.
Moments later, a hand slipped between his thighs. After he'd eaten her out, she'd return the favor.
“Ah...” “Gets so fucking huge every time—intimidating. Shoving this in my guts daily? Wow... I'm the best.”
Master flicked his cock with her fingers, giggling. Then planted a kiss on the glans and sprawled on the sofa.
Her legs kicked playfully. She grabbed the remote and flipped on baseball.
...Sucking dick while watching her favorite baseball? Kinky.
“Master, I...” “Mouth.” “I'm not candy.” “Watching baseball. Shut up and let me focus.”
At first, she just kissed the tip, eyes glued to the TV.
How did she multitask like that? Impossible for normies.
‘...Am I supposed to like this?’
Come to think of it, he'd heard high-level players were a different biological tier—normies instinctively feared them.
Terrified of their genes being hijacked by some alien being, hence sexual repulsion.
That must've been him in his low-level days.
But now, leveled up, it was different.
He was growing sexually curious about Master's body...
“Ah.”
He finally got why he'd been feeling weird lately.
But his level was too high to turn back now...