Breast Massage (1)
Odin's Champion, it is an honor to join you on your journey.
Ordinary summoned creatures that appear as player traits are apparently for balance purposes—powerful ones mainly come from high-level traits.
But was I just lucky? Or did the constellations of Babel choose me?
The Valkyrie I got from my LV.30 trait showed insane performance.
"Raaah!"
Starting from floor 31, giants appear. Frost giants from Norse mythology, right?
In myths, giants wield magic and torment humans with overwhelming strength. And yeah, that checked out.
A 10-meter-tall giant covered in tattoos stomped toward me, shaking the ground. With strides that massive, it closed the distance in seconds.
Giant hunting? Ha! That's my specialty!
The Valkyrie—a fierce-looking redheaded warrior with a burly build—spread her snow-white wings and took to the air.
In her left hand, she gripped a long spear, like something ancient Greek soldiers would use.
She and the giant passed each other, and seconds later, blood sprayed from its neck like a fountain.
I couldn't even see it!
In that split second, she'd pierced and slashed its carotid artery with the spear tip. No giant could withstand that much blood loss—it collapsed with a thud and died.
Odin's Champion, stay put. I'll reap those cowards' necks and return.
Summoned creatures prioritize protecting the player above all.
From my perspective, remote hunting via Valkyrie beat me charging in myself. Safer and easier. But that wouldn't let me grow on my own.
I'm the Sword Saint's disciple, after all. Leveling up by leeching off a summon... sounds lame.
Right on cue, another giant heard the noise and lumbered over with earth-shaking steps. In its left hand, a massive bone club—easily over 7 meters long.
The Valkyrie readjusted her spear, glaring at it, about to charge—when I shot forward even faster.
Incubus Wings effect activated.
Thanks to my flight ability like the Valkyrie's, I could mimic what I'd just seen.
Of course, she was a master, so I couldn't match her perfectly. Same trait and stats, but I couldn't touch a Valkyrie's technique.
But imitation? That I could do. As fast as possible... Cut all unnecessary motions, follow the optimal path, thrust.
"Raaah!"
Success. Blood burst from the giant's neck.
The spray's a bit weaker, huh? Too shallow.
Yeah, copying her technique after one look was a stretch... But with repetition and practice, I could make it my own.
Champion... How do you know my technique?
"Worked, didn't it?"
Oho! So that's why Odin chose you. A fine warrior indeed. I apologize for mistaking you for a coward.
After that, battles weren't just the Valkyrie soloing—I jumped in too, fighting bravely together.
Two against one made short work of the giants.
Someday, I'd love to invite you to Valhalla.
"That..."
You'd fit right in! What do you say? If you're interested, I'll send you right away!
...Everything's great, but this summon's a bit off in the head.
A week later, I'd hit LV.32.
The giants gave massive EXP, and our kill speed was insane—that made it possible.
"I'm so dumbfounded I got nothing to say. What the hell are you?"
Master grabbed my cheeks and yanked, muttering. She clearly couldn't believe it.
"Ehehe..."
"You cocky little shit. Such a ridiculous talent freak."
"All thanks to you, Master."
The swordsmanship she taught was super practical.
I couldn't swing as blindingly fast as her yet—no trait for that—but still.
"By the way, what's your trait, Master?"
"Fucking gorgeous, sexy, and secretly smart 30-year-old player."
"...Player trait."
"Obviously a secret."
Huh? A secret?
"Don't go asking others about their traits, or I'll smash your head. Especially rare ones."
"Why bother? Can't steal 'em anyway."
"Traits vary per person. Some are common, some rare."
Fair point—players' mental states are unstable as hell. Tell someone your trait, and who knows what they'll do with it.
"Not that I don't trust you. But gotta prepare for the worst. Mind-reading traits exist aplenty."
"Oh..."
"This pretty Master of yours has way more enemies than you think. So tiring..."
I could guess why. Her usual antics make it obvious.
"So! Our cute Hyunwoo needs to relieve this Master's fatigue."
"...Master, what nonsense is that?"
"Nonsense? We're bound by a legit contract!"
She oddly saw our relationship as a proper contract.
"I heard master-disciple is like parent-child. So hooking up would be..."
"Pfft, where'd you get that crap? In Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, masters bang disciples all the time!"
"That's a novel..."
"Keep chirping and I'll shut that mouth for good?"
Her logic was airtight. Hard to believe her highest education's middle school. Looked like she'd barely graduated. Lately, I've been questioning Master's intellect... even though I know I shouldn't.
"You seem to know disciples should respect masters, so skip the obvious nagging. Got something for this beautiful Master."
"Yes?"
Whenever she said stuff like this, trouble followed. A bad feeling hit me.
"Massage me!"
"Shoulder rub? Fine by me."
"Ahem! Do it with maximum respect. Got it?"
Phew, not as bad as I feared. But... massage? I suck at that.
"As you see, my tits are huge, so they get knotted up a lot."
"Ah... Shoulders get tense, got it."
"My tits get knotted."
"?"
Her nonsense froze my brain. Tits getting knotted?
"Not a girl, so I wouldn't know, but tits don't knot. No muscle there."
"Tits this big? Totally. You know not milking a cow's animal abuse, right?"
"Master's no cow, and no milk comes out."
No use arguing this far.
"Hurry up!"
When Master's voice rose, bad shit always happened. No point resisting.
Cautiously—like handling unstable explosives—I reached for her breasts.
Damn, they really are huge.
Dunno the size. E-cup at least? Wouldn't fit in one hand... Insanely soft.
"Your hands are tiny."
"Ugh..."
"What? Embarrassed? Look your Master in the eye. This lacks sincerity."
"M-Master."
"Sss... Turn your head. Look sis in the eye and say how it feels."
Both hands full of her massive tits. Words wouldn't come.
"Just... super soft and feels good."
"Feels good groping sis's tits?"
"Uh? Y-Yeah..."
"If it feels that good, slide inside the clothes, right?"
Wait, what?
She made it happen. Grabbed my hands and shoved them under her top.
"Ah..."
"Thanks for being honest. Looks good on you."
My fingers inside brushed something hard. I knew what: nipple. Saw 'em daily, but touching? First time.
"Mouth."
"Mmph!"
Master sealed it with a ruthless kiss. My whole body went limp like always—couldn't move.
"Hnn... Your massage technique's still clumsy. Want me to teach you step by step?"
Her giggling eyes gleamed with demonic lust.