Master Devours Her Disciple (3)
My master must have been bottling up her lust for years. Once it finally exploded, the sheer volume was insane.
“M-Masterrr... p-please, stop already.”
“Hoo! Hooo...! You're incredible. Ah, I'm losing my mind. Why do you never get boring no matter how many times I fuck you?!”
She ravaged me in every position imaginable. Sometimes she picked me up and used me like a goddamn dildo, other times in that ridiculous mating press...
Ugh, I hate the mating press. Our bodies press together completely, leaving me utterly helpless as she pounds away.
“Haaa... Do you even know what time it is? It's already 3 a.m. The room's a total wreck—ugh, cleaning this up is gonna take forever.”
“...Why the hell are you still fine?”
“Huh?”
“I've been fucking you all night, and you're still perfectly fine?”
What the hell does “fine” even mean to her? My body's in ruins right now.
“By now, you should be squeezed dry, sprawled out like a desiccated squid.”
“Must be my player regeneration kicking in.”
Levels definitely make you less human. I can literally wring moisture out of my body like a pebble between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yeah, your regen must've gotten better too. Heave-ho...”
“What are you...?”
“What else? Taking you to the bathroom.”
At 3 a.m.? She's still gonna do this?
“Master, we already showered together earlier. We fucked plenty in the tub, so why...?”
“Shut up and follow me.”
“I have to head to Babel tomorrow, you knowww...”
“Who said you get to sleep? Not on my watch.”
In the end, she dragged me back to the tub and fucked me in all sorts of positions under the guise of a bath. My dick's been in and out of her pussy so many times it's killing me...
“Hnnngh, uwooo...”
“Ah, driving me crazy. Even after fucking all day, I wanna go again. Spread your legs.”
“Haaa...”
“Don't breathe so slutty. Makes me wanna fuck you more.”
“Master, please stop now. Okay?”
“One more time.”
Just as she was about to pile on top of me again, brrrring—!
My phone buzzed.
“What fucking asshole calls at this hour...?”
Master snatched up the phone irritably. At least this bought me a reprieve from getting fucked.
“Hello?”
[“S-Sorry to call so late at night. I'm from the Great Monster Safety Defense Bureau...”]
“Sounds like your dad didn't slack on the home training. But school must've skipped you, huh?”
[“Pardon? What do you...”]
“You can't even get to the point! Fuck, spit it out already!”
The guy on the other end was probably some big shot, but Master didn't give a damn.
[“A monster has appeared. Near Namsan Tower!”]
“Ah, fuck.”
[“If you don't deploy soon, Seoul citizens will...”]
“Got it, got it! I'll go, alright? This is such bullshit.”
Does this mean no more fucking today? Thank god...
“Get dressed. We got a call-out.”
“Where to?”
“You heard. Monster at Namsan Tower.”
“Isn't Babel in Gwanghwamun...?”
“No big deal. A monster escaped from Babel. And it's a seriously tough one.”
Master muttered with a grim face.
“Haven't moved like this in a while.”
Monsters escaping Babel happens in all sorts of ways. Item effects, a boss boss forcing its way out of the barrier, or even Babel's constellations releasing them out of boredom.
“Calling in Master means it's pretty serious, right?”
“Dead serious. This one's from floor 90.”
“Whoa... Isn't that insanely strong?”
Just like players get stronger with levels, upper-floor monsters do too. Especially since Babel's difficulty skyrockets exponentially per floor.
“Never fought floor-90 stuff myself, so yeah, problem. Gotta go all out.”
“Uh... How'd they even know it's floor 90?”
The mystery cleared up the second we arrived at Namsan Tower. Shredded corpses littered the ground in front of it.
“Knights! Fall back!”
“C-Captain!”
“Argh! Just go, damn it!”
Whoosh—!
Green flames leaped out, swallowing a player whole. He vaporized completely, not even bones left. Total annihilation. No defense skill could block that.
Appearance-wise, just purple skin sets him apart from a human.
“Pathetic.”
Belphegor muttered, snuffing out the smoke rising from his hand.
“I came to gauge human strength, but this level? Utterly shocking. Not even fit as fodder.”
That demon's strong as hell... A level-60 player just died without resisting.
“My turn.”
Master, geared in epic equipment, instinctively crouched and muttered. She drew her sword—it erupted in blue light, slashing Belphegor from torso to legs.
“Ho? Deep cut. Finally, a somewhat useful opponent... What's your name?”
“Your mom, demon bitch.”
Shlick!
As expected, Belphegor regenerated effortlessly and swung his hand. Clang—! Sparks flew near Master's chest. Something invisible had struck her.
“Right, your mom... Don't know the meaning, but the vibe's intense. My name, Belphegor, means flame. Ah, but I don't just do fire. Like this—!”
Invisible strikes poured from all directions, pummeling Master relentlessly.
“I've got tricks like this too!”
Boom—!
Like a train had slammed her, Master's body twisted unnaturally sideways and flew. Massive impact!
“Ah, shit... Regen type with a filthy load of magic.”
“Hm? When did I say I only use magic?”
Crack—! Bones shattered all over her body, but whether from a trait or gear, she regenerated fast and stood. Belphegor closed in for melee.
“Eighth dan in demon martial arts, proxy master certified.”
He effortlessly dodged her counter-slash, spun into a roundhouse that smashed her temple and cratered her into the ground.
“Fucking rotten...”
“Your mom still standing? Hope so.”
One-sided beatdown. At range, invisible hits and flames. Up close, impossibly fast strikes.
But Master's still got this.
Even taking this thrashing, she hadn't used a single trait. So she could reverse it anytime she wanted.
Why isn't she, though?
She could flip it in seconds if she tried!
“Oho, back up. With that armament's power, regen makes sense. Impressive, truly!”
“Blabbering too much.”
“Your mom, your mom! I salute you. Now, I'll crush you with overwhelming force.”
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Strikes hammered everywhere, way fiercer than before.
“Ah, fucking insane. I was having such good sex... Why drag me here for this bullshit?”
“I'll make your end spectacular!”
“Fuck, you've been yapping annoyingly since earlier!”
Shimmer... Suddenly, Master's body turned translucent.
Trait. Invisibility? For someone her level, hiding would be OP.
Wait, what?
Right then, her form overlapped, then split into two.
“Clone technique?”
“Yeah, the kind with real bodies.”
“Even split in two, it changes nothing...”
“Four of 'em?”
Four clones total, each slightly different. One short like me, one with pigtails, one with bobbed hair...
All wielding swords, though different types.
“Your presence... shifted. Normal clones dilute power, but...”
“You idiot? Four-on-one gangbang—how's that weaker?”
Makes sense. Actually stronger.
Hold on, so gangbangs and inviting female players mean...?
One mystery solved.
Clones mean multiples. And they use them on me...
I'm screwed.
One Master's already exhausting. Four would...