Condom Errand
Clearing floor 36 brought me all sorts of benefits.
First off, a massive amount of EXP. It got split twenty ways among the party members, but even so, the tens of thousands of goblins handed out a hefty sum.
'If I'd gone solo, it'd have been impossible to farm that much even over months of nonstop grinding.'
The EXP haul was huge compared to the effort. Is this why everyone parties up?
I basically planned to climb Babel solo, but in special situations like this, forming a party didn't seem half bad.
"Great job, everyone! Time to distribute the loot."
The items dropped by the goblins get collected by the Acacia Guild, converted to cash based on grade.
Except for anything Unique or higher—they don't sell those. The finder can keep and use them.
"First pick goes to Hyunwoo, right? Everyone agree?" "No objections!"
Thanks to assassinating all those goblin commanders, I snagged first dibs on distribution.
◈ An instrument cherished by the God of Healing. Boosts the wearer's strength and agility.
◈ Increases all effects that recover others or boost stats by 50%.
The item I got was Rare-grade. Acacia held off on selling this one and left it for distribution.
But I had no use for it. I sold it to someone else for cash.
"Score!"
Even to my eyes, the item's effects looked top-tier. They shelled out a fortune, thrilled.
"Next up, the snipers... then the artillery."
That wrapped distribution by contribution—items and cash. Party disbanded for now.
"Three days from now, we hit floor 37." "Wait, we're all only level 29? That's a bit..." "You saw Hyunwoo's skills, right? Use this chance to level fast. Hit 30 and we can farm floor 40!"
Floor 40.
Where goblins spawn in droves—the party's endgame goal.
No wonder they brought heavy firepower. Two hundred thousand goblins? Pure farming fodder.
"Items and EXP get slashed if the floor's five levels above you. But hitting 40 at your levels? Massive gains."
"You're setting up a grind spot."
"Damn right!"
Players have dangerous jobs, after all. Snagging a stable honey pot like that suits them fine.
"Um, Hyunwoo, you're heading higher up, right?" "Huh? Oh, yeah."
Got to climb Babel to pay off the debt. Just grinding upward, no real goal beyond that.
"Heard clearing floor 100 summons a god to grant a wish. That your plan too, Hyunwoo?" "Uh... yeah, sure." "I wanna tag along. On your journey."
Hmm, that sounded kinda off. Not some double meaning, right?
Just play it positive here.
"Sure. If you really want..." "...Hyunwoo. We've got something. How about a celebratory meal? I know a killer spot."
I put on my sorriest face.
"Sorry. Master sent me on an errand." "Oh..." "Next time? Us?"
Seems she's into me.
Hmm... sorry, but I can't reciprocate.
Master's got dibs on me, after all.
'If I ever shake her off, maybe then.'
Problem is, Master won't let go.
"I'm back..." "Oh, you're here?"
The second Hyunwoo stepped through the door from Babel, Ryu Ga-eul grabbed him and yanked his pants down.
"Haa... Master, I haven't even showered. And I'm beat."
"Don't. You smell best right now."
"...Sweat and blood everywhere. Your tastes are a mystery, Master."
*Smooch—!*
After sealing that impudent mouth that's been talking smack, Ryu Ga-eul slowly stripped him bare.
Lips someone else might kill for—and she claimed them effortlessly. Soon he was naked, skin glistening with sweat like jewels.
"Shower first, maybe."
She dragged her disciple into the cramped shower she'd prepped, using "bathing service" as cover to grope him silly.
"Ahh, ah... s-stop." "Stop what?" "This is bad, Master..."
*Stroke, stroke—!*
After jerking that long, thick cock up and down to torment it plenty, Ryu Ga-eul scooped him up and hauled him to the bedroom.
"How many days since we fucked? Bet it feels amazing after holding back."
*Slap slap slap slap...*
Right there, Hyunwoo got railed without a chance to fight back.
Ryu Ga-eul's pent-up lust exploded wildly, and his little body had to take it all.
"Oh yeah, moon changes tomorrow, right? You know that?" "Haa..." "No interest paid, so you're getting fucked again. In something super cute."
Ryu Ga-eul cackled, pounding him three rounds straight. Then she hugged his withered, spent form and murmured,
"One more time."
"Master..." "Hm? You like it too."
The Sword Saint knew. Her cute disciple was ditching resistance, starting to embrace it.
Soon he'd crave the pleasure actively. Inevitable.
'Hee hee hee...'
She reached for the condom box by the bed.
Pulled one out like always to sheath his dick—
"What? Empty?"
Box was bone-dry. Scowling, she tossed her card at him.
"Hit the nearby convenience store. Grab condoms and snacks. You know my flavors?"
"Barbecue, got it... haa."
Ryu Ga-eul snapped pics nonstop as Hyunwoo fumbled into his clothes.
'Ahh, that superiority rush is insane...'
Fucked her disciple ten years younger silly, now sending him on condom duty by force.
A guy with tons of fans, no less...
'God, driving me nuts. Next time, go together? Minor face tweak.'
She checked the clock. 11 p.m...
One hour 'til month rollover. Meaning?
'...Perfect.'
Cosplay roleplay fuckfest incoming.Opening up new territory made her chest swell with excitement…
"Can't we just order delivery..."
Hyunwoo muttered, yanking his cap low, trudging to the unmanned store.
Confirmed no recognition, then swept up supplies.
'...Buy every condom they got.'
No more trips if he could help it. He loaded up random boxes. Black bag, of course.
'Gotta bolt before anyone sees. Ugh...'
But fate wouldn't cut him slack. Someone called out.
"Hyunwoo?"
Ra Chae-young, of all people... His heart dropped.
"Oh, hi..." "That 'Master errand' was a convenience store run?"
She felt disappointed—he prioritized this lame chore over dinner.
"Sorry. Master's got a nasty temper."
"Ryu Ga-eul? She doesn't, like, hit you...?"
*She does smack hips against ass, though...* Hyunwoo thought, answering,
"No! Master never uses violence. Just... foul mouth, quick to anger."
"Fair enough..."
Everyone in the scene knew Ryu Ga-eul's shitty personality. Ra Chae-young included.
"Sorry. She flips if I don't wait on her."
"...Got it." "Can I go? Super urgent."
Chae-young let him pass wordlessly. Watching him bolt, she vowed,
'I'll protect him.'
Somehow, her goal shifted: safeguard the tragic genius abused by his master, Hyunwoo.
But one fact she'd never imagine...
"I'm back."
"Up you go."
"Ah? Ahh...!" "One left at home. Lucky, lucky."
Ryu Ga-eul waited at the entry, hoisted him onto a prepped stool, pants down, condom on.
Inserted on sight.
Hyunwoo's legs quivered from pleasure; Ryu Ga-eul pistoned her hips relentlessly.
"Met someone, huh? Right?" "Haa, haaak...!" "Your body's reeking of woman. Whatever. You're mine anyway. Ah, about to pass out again."
Ryu Ga-eul lifted his limp body, slammed him like a portable dildo, heading to the bedroom.
"Guess we'll fuck 'til you wake up."