Debt Keeps Piling Up!
The debt just kept growing! After one round of release, an indescribable exhaustion washed over my entire body.
A hazy, unpleasant languor squeezed every inch of me...
Thanks to that, I couldn't stop the master from grabbing my dick again.
"Ah, no... Don't do this."
"No way."
The second round of dick-shaking was on a whole other level compared to the first—it completely drained my soul.
"Just give me a minute to rest! Please? If you keep this up, I'm seriously gonna pass out!"
"That's why I'm shaking it—to make you collapse?"
"That's ridiculous... Ahh, no. Not there yet—it's still too sensitive!"
Having just cum, my dick was hypersensitive, and I couldn't even put up a proper fight against the master's advancing fingers. I crumbled helplessly.
Could a person's body really melt into such a limp puddle? ...
I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed at her with my utterly strengthless arms, giving it everything I had.
It was futile, of course. The master brushed aside my resistance with ridiculous ease, and soon I was flat on my back, getting milked one-sidedly...
"Your reactions are so cute. It twitches and throbs like crazy with just a little touch..."
My dick was so oversensitive that, against my will, semen started building up again.
And the speed? It was incomparably faster than the first time.
"Gonna cum already? Is this your weak spot...?"
Weak spot or not, of course back-to-back orgasms would come quicker!
"Pathetic cum-dump dick."
"I-I'm not a pathetic cum-dump dick...!"
"You totally are. Just a little poke and it goes crazy, ready to squirt jizz everywhere."
"Nooo!"
"Look at you, getting all cheeky with your heavenly master, talking back like that? You insolent little shit."
Oh crap, I slipped up without thinking...
"They say not even to step on a master's shadow for nothing. Keep acting up like that, and you'll really get punished."
"Urghhh!"
"What's with that face? Still thinking of rebelling...? Don't push it. Makes me wanna milk you even more."
Ridiculous. This was straight-up assault... Even for the master, this was wrong.
...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't have the strength left anymore.
A massive wave of fatigue crashed over me along with the spurting white fluid... I'd dirtied the master's hand again.
And that wasn't all. It splattered her face and chest, like she'd been painted white.
"Huu, huuu..."
She stared at the gushing semen for a moment, then spoke.
"You seem to have real talent as a baby daddy. What do you think?"
"Ughh."
With that, she stroked my hair with her clean left hand.
"Wonder what would happen if I stuck these fingers in your hole. Hmm? Bet you'd knock me up right away."
"That's crazy... Stop saying shit like that."
Embarrassing as it was to admit, the image of the master shoving her cum-soaked fingers into my ass hole got me uncontrollably aroused.
I'm insane. I must really be losing it.
I never would've thought like this before.
Much as I hated to admit it, I was growing more and more drawn to the master...
It's common knowledge that higher-level players are more prone to mental illness.
This is the worst part for civilians. After all, high-level players possess incredibly sturdy bodies on their own.
Containing a player who could wipe out a nation's army barehanded is no easy task...
Heh heh heh.
And Ryu Ga-eul, the highest-level player in South Korea.
Truth be told, her mental state is remarkably stable for her level.
She doesn't crave ripping people apart or suffer from intermittent explosive disorder.
Compared to that, harboring twisted lust for her much smaller disciple is practically mild.
"Disciple. My lovely disciple. The day you fuck this gorgeous master isn't far off."
"That day will never come!"
"Never? No way that's true. Hmm... Right now, you can't even pay off your debt and you're whimpering like a bitch, aren't you?"
Ryu Ga-eul waved the contract in my face. This single thin sheet of paper let her bind her adorable disciple however she pleased...
Reminding herself of that fact sent a shiver of intense orgasm through Ryu Ga-eul's body.
Pussy juices dripped steadily...
My libido's getting worse and worse.
Like any healthy woman, Ryu Ga-eul usually masturbated about five times a week.
But ever since Park Hyunwoo became her disciple, things changed—her sex drive exploded, and so did her masturbation frequency.
"Come on, my cute disciple. Master's pussy is soaked now..."
"Before that, I need one favor. Time to head to the next floor."
From floor 26 on, partying up was way better than soloing. The monster numbers were insane.
Catching them all would net unprecedented EXP and levels.
But I didn't have that capability.
"Oh, there? Super dangerous. Even I rotted away there for six months..."
"Six months?! It takes that long?!"
"'Cause orcs are pretty smart. They shotgun-blast your head off if you poke it out. Know what I did?"
Ryu Ga-eul grumbled reluctantly. Bad memories.
"Bought a ton of return stones and farmed floor 26. Run like hell when it got dicey. Brutal days."
"Can I even do it...?"
"You can. I bet you'll be faster."
In Ryu Ga-eul's eyes, Hyunwoo's talent was heaven-sent.
Normally, mastering a technique required understanding theory and grinding practice.
But Hyunwoo could pick it up from a quick explanation and demo.
"You're a born killer. Supreme talent for slicing and bashing shit to death."
"..."
"No exaggeration—dead serious. Bit more experience, and you'll rocket up."
Ryu Ga-eul couldn't wait for her disciple's growth.
High-level players' bodies change structurally to handle Babel's power—evolution, basically.
Thus, higher levels make pregnancy harder for female players. Cell durability and regen shift, hindering somatic division.
If my Hyunwoo gets even stronger...
Ryu Ga-eul was dead set on having kids.
This wasn't just mental pleasure—it was raw biological instinct.
Bearing offspring is what every creature craves.
For players, the planet's apex predators, that drive was overwhelming.
I'll bear your child.
She still hadn't realized she genuinely loved her disciple.
To her, he was just a tool to vent long-pent-up lust—no room for "love."
But vowing to have his kid went beyond mere horniness.
You needed love as the foundation to endure childbirth's agony.
"Any more advice?"
"Just do what you've been doing. That's your best shot."
Do what I've been doing? The orc floor sounded brutal from her description...
"If you're that worried, borrow cash from sis and gear up."
Ryu Ga-eul tossed it out jokingly. She knew it wouldn't happen.
"I'll borrow some."
"Huh?"
"At least deck out in unique gear. Solo."
Unique gear...? That wasn't a few million won stuff.
"Thinking 5 billion? Impressive. That much confidence in your earnings."
"Uh... That's pricey."
"Unique items average hundreds of millions to billions. Not like goddess perfume consumables. Gear prices are insane."
I'd figured a few hundred million tops— the real cost deflated me.
"But! Who am I? Korea's top player! Got plenty to lend."
"Oh...?"
"Items? I can just loan 'em. But absolutely no soloing. You could die."
I pondered briefly, then spoke up.
"Change of plans, then. Lend me 50 million more. I'll stock return stones and fight."
A disciple follows their master.
I'd emulate my master's strategy.