Creampie Sex (3): Instincts Reversed
Park Hyunwoo himself was unaware of it, but he'd gone beyond becoming a proper player. His very mindset had transformed.
High-level players evolve into beings that merely resemble humans.
Just as humans instinctively recoil from things that look eerily like themselves—the so-called uncanny valley effect—ordinary people feel a primal disgust toward high-level players.
But right now...
Back when his level was low, Hyunwoo had felt revulsion at the thought of mingling bodies with his master.
To be precise, it wasn't revulsion so much as fear. A biological, almost theological dread that his earthly genes were being usurped by something alien to this world—it was that chasm between them.
As my level rises, my resistance to Master is fading.
In truth, this was a perfectly normal reaction for him.
After all, he wasn't a man born into this gender-reversed world for nothing. His cock stirred at the sight of an attractive woman.
Until now, it had simply been suppressed by that instinctive loathing. What he felt now was just a return to normalcy.
Come to think of it, it's like my mental illness got cured. Wanting to plant your seed in a hot babe is totally normal, right?
This was pure biological instinct.
It was only natural to be drawn to a wealthy, healthy, beautiful master like her.
"Master... I..."
"Don't say a word."
Ryu Ga-eul had sensed his shift in feelings long ago. Her beastly instincts could read the psychological changes in others.
"Heh heh heh."
The Sword Saint let out a sinister chuckle as she mounted her disciple.
She too had been swept up in overwhelming pleasure, so she hadn't fully savored that first creampie.
No problem. I can enjoy that slowly from now on.
They were already 80% there. Just a little more coaxing, and he'd be completely hers.
Once he's fully submitted, what should I make him do first?
Maybe leash him around the neck and take him for a walk. As her twisted fantasies swirled, the Sword Saint playfully tapped her beloved disciple's lower belly with her hand.
"You gonna hit me?"
To her surprise, the disciple rubbed his belly gently, then thrust it forward just a bit.
As if offering up the perfect spot to strike...
"What do you take me for?"
"A pervert who fucks her thirty-something-year-old disciple."
"...Fair point, but I'm not hitting you with that."
"Saying you won't hit me with this sounds like you will with something else."
"I won't hit you if you don't screw up! You've been sassing your heavenly master nonstop."
In the end, Ryu Ga-eul swung her fist down. Thud! His pale belly flushed red.
"Hngh."
"?"
"Too weak. Way too weak."
Yet instead of twisting in pain, Hyunwoo's face bloomed into a grin.
"Master, looks like age is catching up—you've gone soft."
"What?"
"Your punches are much weaker than before. Back then, they used to churn my guts. Now? Yawwwn."
This wasn't because Ryu Ga-eul had weakened. It was Hyunwoo's rising level boosting his bodily durability.
Unable to stay quiet at her provocative disciple's taunts, Ryu Ga-eul pummeled him several more times. Bruises bloomed blue here and there, but they were pointless.
"Gettin' feeble~ Master's gettin' old and weak~ Pfft."
Sloooowly...
The marks etched on his pale belly faded away. His accelerated regeneration had erased the bruises in seconds.
"That's it!"
"Master, it hurts my heart. Getting this weak... What if..."
Hyunwoo was deliberately provoking his master. No real reason—just because he felt like it.
"Once I catch up to your level, won't I be the one crushing you instead?"
"That'll never happen in your lifetime. Don't worry."
Even as she said it, Ryu Ga-eul couldn't help imagining it—Hyunwoo on top of her.
Not as bad as I thought.
Still, she could never allow him atop her. Absolutely not...
My daily routine had changed.
Starting the first of the month, I had to creampie Master once a day.
"Gotta work hard if we want a baby! Daily creampies are how it'll take root in this womb, right?"
"Sigh."
"Why the sigh?"
"'Cause Master's acting childish."
I'd insisted this was wrong over and over, but it was useless.
"Honestly, you throwing a tantrum about getting pregnant looks like a third-grader dragging her crush to beg Mom."
"Oh! I remember reading a book in third grade about sex and puberty."
"...Your mental age hasn't grown at all."
On this point, even Master couldn't brazen it out, so she dodged with weird excuses. She's a pro at slipping away. A total pro.
"But your level's too low, so it's hard to get pregnant."
"Can't help that."
"Exactly! So level up!"
Somehow, I'd ended up in the position of needing to level up to impregnate Master.
"No pure joy in watching your disciple grow?"
"Nope!"
"So straightforward, got nothing to say."
It pissed me off that my low level meant I couldn't flick her forehead yet.
"Fine. This must be my karma. How'd I end up with someone like this?"
"I'm not karma."
"Huh?"
"Wahhh."
I couldn't hold back and kicked Master's shin. Luckily, it landed solid, letting me see her wince in pain.
"Yeah, guess I'll head to Babel."
Any more of her nonsense, and I'd explode. I stormed out to vent all this stress on some monsters.
Floor 70: Demon's Nest
Amalgamation of the Betrayed
A mass of flesh born from the betrayed flesh of players devoured by demons let out a guttural roar.
The tangled clumps stretched like industrial glue, forming thread-like strands.
And those strands weren't just gross—they doubled as practical weapons.
"Whips incoming. Watch out."
Thousands of flesh whips lashed at us with terrifying speed.
They were called threads, but given the boss's massive size, each one was a threat to us.
"You know those mooring lines they rig before a ship sets sail? About that thick."
"What happens if one grazes you?"
"Back in my prime, a guy got hit by a snapped mooring line in the waist. Split him clean in two. Lucky he was a player and survived..."
The real problem was they whipped faster than supersonic speeds.
We spent a while sweating bullets, playing deadly jump rope. A few lost limbs to mistakes here and there, but potions fixed us right up.
"When does this thing tire?"
"If it's too rough, just die and respawn."
"Damn it! Don't treat life so lightly!"
The strategy was simple: let it attack until exhausted...
"Now! Core's out!"
"Finally!"
Strike when it exposed its overheating core to cool down. It stayed vulnerable for about ten seconds—short DPS window. Pour everything into it.
Black Dwarf's Breastplate, Salvo Ready.
Greed's Armor (Bottoms), consume 10% of held money to increase party attack power by 100%.
I triggered both item effects at once, unleashing my strongest shot. Amodius's Scythe sliced incoming whips, followed by the Black Dwarf's superparticle charged cannon.
Boom! Our one-shots piled on. The core took massive damage—cracks spiderwebbed across it, on the verge of shattering.
I d o n ' t w a n t t o d i e y e t !
But it didn't die. Attacking the core triggered phase 2.
Of course, we had no intention of letting that happen.
"Valhalla."
In phase 2, it gains one trait: the core unleashes a powerful magic blast. Master called it the Core Laser Beam—probably has a real name.
Core Laser Beam trait has been sealed.
Nope?
Not important. After firing, it tries to reabsorb the core into its flesh mass.
Seal it, and...
W h a t ?
...it can't. Jackpot!
I smashed the exposed core with my scythe, shattering it effortlessly. Floor 70 boss: cleared clean.
Twenty floors to go. Twenty until Master's record.