Gangbang (1)
"Just ten more minutes, and it'll be next month."
And once again, Hyunwoo hadn't managed to fill up the tribute money.
"You used to at least think about paying up before. Why not lately?"
"...How am I supposed to? The monthly dues are over tens of millions now. The maintenance costs are even higher."
Players who reach the 40th floor face two choices.
First, they grit their teeth, pay the exorbitant maintenance fees, and push toward the 50th floor.
Here, maintenance fees refer to the costs of buying potions and repairing equipment. On top of that, they need to stock up on return stones—a few each time. Each one costs over 700,000 won, so shelling out for those pricey consumables is no joke.
Of course, players are high earners by trade, and with a bit of luck, they can cover those fees in one go.
"The long-horned wasp's stinger sells pretty well, doesn't it? It's poison that works even on monsters."
"I'm not going in alone, though. Sure, I get a bigger cut, but still."
So many players opt for the second choice.
Retire from Babel and pivot to a related field.
With their superhuman physiques, they outperform regular folks no matter the job. Even day labor pays hundreds of thousands a day, turning them into premium talent.
Some figure it's better to dodge the life-risking fees and maintenance altogether, opting for the easy, stress-free labor gigs.
Of course, Hyunwoo couldn't go that route. His master wouldn't allow it.
"Chin up, though. Pretty soon, from the 45th floor, the EXP shoots up massively. You'll hit LV50 in no time."
"That's because the 45th floor section is so damn dangerous."
The 45th floor marks the start of the real demon army invasion.
The "setting" invaders assaulting the god-made Babel. Fighting those horrific monsters—embodiments of humanity's sins—is grueling.
"Chin up. With your skills, you'll level fast."
Hyunwoo realized he'd burn even more cash over the next month. And from the 46th floor, fire-breathing demons appear. The air alone scorches your lungs, so special potions are mandatory. Not covered by insurance, and guilds monopolize sales—the costs are brutal.
Gonna need a big chunk of change soon.
As he pondered, the clock hands hit exactly 12:00.
"Another month gone, Hyunwoo."
Meaning a new "playtime" session was starting. Hyunwoo, already resigned, slowly stripped off his clothes.
"Do whatever. Haah..."
"Oh? Accepting it so meekly now? Nah, no good. Our Hyunwoo's hottest when he squirms and fights back. Got it?"
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh. Ryu Ga-eul summoned three clones in an instant.
Ryu Bom, Ryu Yeoreum, Ryu Gyeoul. They looked identical to the original, but subtle differences in hairstyles and builds gave each a distinct vibe.
"Finally!"
Ryu Gyeoul lunged at Hyunwoo, who was undressing—pent-up lust exploding.
"Ryu Gyeoul! What the hell are you doing? Act on your own again, and I'll erase you."
"...Ugh! Buzzkill."
Ryu Bom—the serious one—scolded sharply, making Ryu Gyeoul flinch. As the first clone born, she had the strongest voice after the original.
"Fine! Fine! You summoned us to fulfill the original's sexual fantasies, right? So why the fuss?!"
"Don't forget—we're the original's tools. Cross the line, and you're gone."
"I get it! Just a mere part of you, huh? Sigh... What a pain in the ass."
Ryu Gyeoul released Hyunwoo's supple, tempting body—she wanted to devour it right then. But she'd get her fill soon enough. No need to piss off the original prematurely.
"Hyunwoo? Go sit on the sofa."
"...Okay."
The women slinked around Hyunwoo as he sat on the sofa.
This setup felt familiar. A chill of unease made him shiver.
"Say hi to the camera. Then read the script on the wall."
"Uh... Hello? Dear fans. I'm about to start a sincere six-hour continuous gangbang sex session with Master and her clones. We won't stop at all, so please watch till the end~."
Six hours straight? Hyunwoo panicked. He'd collapse from exhaustion—or worse!
But the clones showed no mercy. They just giggled—kikiki, kekeke, hihihi—mocking his fear.
"Hyunwoo. Before the real sex starts, what's first?"
"...I have to bow deeply naked to the ones who'll fuck me."
"And why the deep bow?"
"Because the ones who favor my body are superior women above all."
Saying it filled him with self-loathing. What kind of absurd script was this?
But it was his master's wish. So he did it.
Kneeling naked, bowing deeply to the four women... No real shame hit him. But they thought otherwise.
"Hehe, fucking hot."
"Ngh..."
"Baring his whole body, begging to be fucked."
Ryu Gyeoul stomped on his head. Her small sole ground down with her weight—not heavy, but infuriating from someone his height.
"Kyahahahaha! Hyunwoo! Why the trembling? Being stepped on by your master is an honor."
"S-stop..."
"Stop? No way~! You're cutest like this!"
Cute? What the hell... He sighed deeply, standing up. Then he was yanked onto the sofa.
"Whoa!"
"Can we fuck him now?"
"Go wild. But no face slaps. Belly and ass are fine, unlimited. Face hits mean instant ban. Stick to the line."
The violent Ryu Gyeoul grabbed his legs, stretching them straight. Then she pummeled his pale belly with fists.
"Heuk...!"
Not breath-stealing blows, but enough to wrench groans from him. He curled up from the savage punches; the others forced him straight.
"It hurts!"
"Hehe... Reactions are adorable. Alright! Let's get started."
"Hey, quit slacking—eat this pussy."
Pain was killing him already... And now lick pussy? Resentment toward his master surged.
But as Ryu Bom's pussy shoved into his face, it melted away like snow.
"Aaah..."
Smooch—!
Enchanted, he latched onto Ryu Bom's folds with his mouth. Soon his limbs were dragged to other pussies.
Meanwhile, no one touched his cock. The 30cm monster had its own owner.
"Yup."
The original, Ryu Ga-eul. Squelchhhh—! Condom-clad, it plunged deep in one thrust. Overwhelming pleasure hit; Hyunwoo reacted like he was drunk.
Body limp, legs forced wide. Eyes half-lidded in haze. Face flushed crimson, ready to burst. Drool dripped from his lips—licked up by nearby Ryu Yeoreum.
"Hng! Hng!"
Thud thud... Ryu Gyeoul kept punching his belly; it bruised purple fast.
"Gonna need a potion. Looks good, but hurting our Hyunwoo pains me."
Ryu Ga-eul stroked his pale belly, murmuring regretfully.
Ryu Gyeoul loved him too—but separately craved tormenting him.
Anyway, his health wasn't priority here.
The women's pleasure was. And his small body could deliver.
"Haa, haaa..."
Spurt spurt spuuurt...!
Overstimulated, Hyunwoo came hard. The condom swelled heavy.
Eyes rolled back. He couldn't endure more outrage—but plenty of turns left.
No rest for him.
"Now for the continuous round."
"Hiiik...!"
"No breaks today. Got it? Won't let you rest. Five hours fifty-five minutes left. Uhehehit..."
Hyunwoo knew he was screwed. Fucked nonstop for over five hours ahead.