The Molester (1)
Floor 40.
After thorough preparations, we surveyed the terrain.
"This spot looks good."
There was a massive hill that infantry couldn't easily climb, so we set up our camp there and laid out all sorts of traps.
"Anti-tank mines? Won't these not go off even if they're stepped on?"
"We modified the pressure plates. They'll blow the second a goblin steps on one."
On top of that, we strung up barbed wire, dug pits to make the goblins drop dead on their way up... Caltrops everywhere, every trap imaginable... even C4.
They'd laid even more traps on the path leading up the hill than on the hill itself, apparently. According to the raid leader, the goblins would get wiped out before they even arrived.
"It took a full day to set all this up."
Twenty players with superhuman stamina and strength had worked nonstop all day, so this much was only fair.
"Alright, let's get this started."
Just like on the previous floors, suicide drones launched on the raid leader's signal and struck the goblin outpost.
And as always, the enraged goblins came charging en masse.
"Jesus, there are so damn many... Is that 200,000?"
News often calls a protest crowd of over 10,000 "huge," but no... Even 10,000 made the air itself thrum, like your eardrums might burst from everyone shouting at once.
And twenty times that? 200,000?
It was insanely overwhelming... Like a green tsunami crashing against the shore, the waves of goblins surging every which way.
"Let's begin."
BOOM—!
Several meters tall, a pillar of red flame erupted from the green tide.
One unlucky goblin had triggered a mine. It took out the densely packed ones around it too, collapsing their formation and sowing chaos.
Hundreds of such mines dotted the field. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—! Pillars kept shooting up.
"Giant shock troops incoming up front! Five of them!"
"They're committing their main force right away. Means they're serious."
Five frost giants, each around 15 meters tall, stomped forward, crushing goblins underfoot.
THUD—! One stepped on a mine but barely flinched, its advance unstoppable.
"They're using the giants to clear the traps."
Naturally, that was my job.
I grabbed a long spare spear and hurled it straight at the giant's eye.
"ROOOARRR—!"
The spear pierced its eye, punched through the back of its skull, and stuck out the other side.
With its brain scrambled, the giant couldn't stand and toppled backward, crushing two others beneath it.
"They won't be coming up for a while."
"Wait, how the hell did you just...?"
"With skill."
Good thing I'd learned javelin throwing from the Valkyries beforehand. Having a ranged option was clutch.
I took out the other two as they tried to rise, then raised my scythe and advanced.
"They're coming! Hold the line!"
A few hired orcs squeezed between the giants' legs and sprayed bullets, but my dynamic vision let me dodge effortlessly.
I evaded every shot, then dove low, slashing through the orc shock troops like a dancer with my blade.
"Stomp it! Stomp!"
One giant lifted its foot in the gap, but I was already gone—instead, I climbed its leg and severed its carotid, triggering massive bleeding.
"GRRRAHH, GUAAAH!"
A giant's heart had to pump like a beast to circulate blood through that colossal body. One major hemorrhage, and it'd spray out like a fountain and die fast. Sure enough, it collapsed as expected.
"Giants cleared!"
The giant corpses actually became huge obstacles for their advance.
Just when you thought they'd climbed over, bullets came flying from afar, peppering your body.
"This just got a lot easier."
The flustered goblin commander threw in various units, trying desperately to break through.
Wolf riders with enough jump power to clear the giants—wiped by mines.
Goblin heavy infantry—armor pierced by a single bullet, failure.
40,000 light infantry charge—80% dead climbing the hill, the rest I went down and sliced up personally.
"Looks like we've got it under control... Whoa!"
As I watched the goblins get slaughtered helplessly, I slipped and nearly tumbled.
Someone grabbed my waist just in time and hoisted me up. It was the raid leader...
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah... Just lost my footing. Not hurt or anything, so don't worry. Uh, anyway... you can let go now."
I appreciated the save, but how long was she gonna hold my waist like this?
"Sorry... Got carried away."
"No, it's fine."
"Um, well..."
Chae-young seemed about to say something, then stopped. Another date invite, maybe?
"Sorry, I'm swamped today too. Master called me."
"Oh... Got it."
"Let's grab a meal together next time, for sure."
Someday, maybe. No guarantees.
Still, it seemed to cheer her up plenty—she smiled brightly. Both of us felt good, so happy ending?
Stepping out of Babel Tower, another month had passed. Naturally, Hyunwoo hadn't paid his interest, so the punishment awaited.
"Heh heh..."
Ryu Ga-eul grabbed her disciple's waist as if it were the most natural thing.
Someone else might feel guilty grabbing it like that.
But she could touch it freely, as if it were hers by right.
"Your waist is so damn slim. I just pick you up and..."
"Eek!"
"But I'll hold back today. You're light and sturdy enough to fuck without breaking, my Hyunwoo! But I've got something special planned."
Something special? Hyunwoo recalled the eighth penalty.
"Cosplay!"
"Sigh..."
Seeing his master's expectant gaze, a sigh escaped him automatically.
"What kind of cosplay? If it's weird, I'm not doing it."
"Put this on."
Ryu Ga-eul pulled clothes from a shopping bag and tossed them on the floor. Clearly skimpy.
After dressing, Hyunwoo glared at his master. What the hell was this?
"Fucking adorable."
Oblivious, Ryu Ga-eul snapped photos furiously with her camera.
"If I went out in this, my life would be 100% ruined. What even is this? Belly totally exposed..."
"Don't worry. I won't show this to anyone else. Wear it just for me."
The Sword Saint couldn't hold back her lust at Hyunwoo's swaying, seductive movements.
She wanted to throw him on the bed right then.
But she endured. Knowing how precious this moment was.
"Listen up, Hyunwoo. From now on, you're the cosplayer. I'm the creep groping you on the sly. So resist as much as you can."
"Screaming and stuff? You'd hate that, right? Probably?"
Her disciple catching on so quick was just too lovable. The Sword Saint hugged him tight, then spun him around.
What the hell is this even for?
Hyunwoo went along loosely, waiting for this ridiculous roleplay to end fast.
Moments later, it began. Ryu Ga-eul snuck up behind the oblivious Hyunwoo and pressed her body against his.
She's really going all out, huh, Master...
She'd already explored every inch of his body, so he thought this play was ridiculous.
But once it started, her touches actually felt repulsive, like a real molester.
I wasn't like this before.
He was used to his master groping him during her weird antics.
But this felt totally different somehow.
The breath on his neck, the subtle shifts in her muscles... even an unfamiliar body heat.
It felt like being held by a stranger.
She's extra clingy today.
Hyunwoo thought as she fondled his bare thighs. How long would this embarrassing feeling last?
"Feels good for you too, right?"
The whisper in his ear wasn't his master's usual voice. Slightly off-key, and his body recoiled instinctively.
Hyunwoo didn't realize it, but his body was imprinting on his master's touch. Any other female touching him now triggered pure disgust.
"You like it too, you little shit. Huh? Pussy-crazed bastard."
"Hah..."
"You little shit. Drop your pants, nicely now."
Hyunwoo thought: This feels way worse than I expected...