Porn Filming (1)
They climbed Babel Tower again.
The party farmed the lower floors until everyone reached LV.49, then challenged the 56th floor.
A massive dragon, the kind that looked like it could devour a cow in one bite, reared up on its forelegs and let out a roar. A foul stench of rotting corpses wafted from its maw.
"Brush your teeth, you scaly-headed lizard bastard!"
As the name of this floor suggested, it was the nest of a dead dragon—a dragon that had died and come back to life.
Just as expected, the beast was emanating the putrid aura unique to the undead.
"If you inhale too much of that smell, you could die from toxic gas poisoning. Keep your heads turned as much as possible."
"Whoa... I think it's the gas from the decayed guts inside that lets it breathe fire or something. That's seriously gross."
Whether it was some scientific principle or not, the dead dragon spewed its breath attack. It was a horrific blaze that would scorch not just the flesh but the bones if it touched you.
They barely dodged the enormous flames it hurled freely, located the beast's weak point, struck it, and neutralized it.
"It just keeps getting harder the higher we go... I get why everyone gives up around the 50s now."
"You wanna give up then?"
"No way? Are you nuts?"
Compared to the floors they'd cleared so far, this one was overwhelmingly dangerous.
The levels seemed similar enough. But these things were disgustingly strong—each one was a major hurdle.
They weren't using a return stone right away because the EXP was just that good. No special reason beyond that.
They kept pushing forward, leveling up as they went. When two dead dragons came at once, they were on the brink of a party wipe, but they pulled through by deploying every trait they had.
"We should level up on the next floor. That's a relief."
"Is it, though...?"
They wanted to clear the dead dragon's nest fast and be done with it.
"I think we need to recruit one more member around here."
"Another member? Yeah, we could use another frontline tank position."
"Know anyone?"
"Hmm! Yeah, I do."
The Acacia Guild had profited big time since recruiting him. It might sound boastful, but he was currently the hottest player out there.
Thanks to that, finding a new party member was easy. If anything, more people wanted to join their party.
"Hi there!"
The new recruit was a cheerful-looking woman. LV.52—lower than his current LV.53.
"I'm Park Se-eun. My traits are geared toward charge warrior, and my specialty is close-quarters combat."
"Nice to meet you."
"So you're the Sword Dragon?"
She ignored Ra Chae-young's outstretched hand and strode right up to him. What a weirdo. Ugh... did they really need to recruit this person? Her skills didn't even look that impressive.
"Yeah, that's me. In the party, just call me Park Hyunwoo."
"How old?"
Whoa, casual speech right off the bat? They'd just met. And wasn't his level higher?
...No, that was too much like his master's mindset. Judging hierarchy by levels was a bad habit.
Anyway, he answered with a smile. Deep down, he wanted to snap, "Listen up, you lowbie bitch—shut your trap?"
"21."
"Young and already high level? I'm 27, unnie."
"I see."
"Everyone's lower level than me, right? Let's go with my calls from now on. Got it?"
What an old-school boomer attitude.
"I'm higher level than you."
"You're a guy."
"Pardon?"
"Guys shouldn't take the front. No idea how you've been doing it so far, but now that I'm here, stay in the back."
How could someone spew such musty crap the second they arrived? Truly astonishing.
It only surprised him that there was another person like his master out there.
He kept smiling as best he could, but it was getting tough.
"Cut it out. Keep up the rude behavior, and I'll kick you from the party, Se-eun."
"Oh, girlfriend?"
"...No, she's not."
"Party leader dating the sole guy in the group. Pretty entertaining dynamic. No one had complaints?"
Her blunt words finally made the other party members—the veterans—speak up.
"Who the hell do you think you are, barging in and talking shit? If you're gonna yap like that, go home, wash your feet, and fuck off to bed."
Sigh, he should've known better than to add more members. He was just cursed with bad luck like this.
"Everyone, calm down. Let's head to the 57th floor."
Her tone grated so much he wondered if her skills were lacking too. But she proved him wrong.
"That's a rotting egg. Touch it wrong, and the gas inside explodes, dealing damage—and the thing inside might hatch too."
"What do we do then?"
"Freeze it first, then peel the shell carefully."
One of the veteran players piped up again.
"Anyone can be president or emperor with words."
"I've cleared this floor a hundred times more than you lot. I know better."
She was right about handling the eggs. Freezing and shattering them prevented the explosion and netted massive EXP safely.
"What would've happened without her?"
"Probably Leroy Jenkins'd it with some 'horse cock sex charge!' or whatever."
"Yeah, fair point."
Above the 50s, high-level players who didn't want noobs catching up actively gatekept strategies.
Of course, that wouldn't have happened—he'd gotten tips from his master beforehand.
Still, hearing it and seeing it done were worlds apart. A picture's worth a thousand words, right?
"Now that my skills are proven, follow my orders from here on."
In the end, her competence shut everyone up.
Not him, though. If he were more aggressive, he'd have unloaded a barrage of insults. Too bad he was such a pushover.
"Hyunwoo? I heard older women are your type. True?"
"Well... yeah, since I'm young, I guess I prefer someone more experienced."
"How about me then?"
Her face... wasn't bad. If Chae-young was a handsome woman, Se-eun was a delicate, pretty-boy type girl.
Hmm... in this world, that face probably got tons of attention. Not his style.
"Se-eun? That's sexual harassment, you know."
"Pro goalkeeper's here. Ball ain't going in, got it? Loosen up."
"Ugh..."
What was wrong with these people? Were they trying to spark a love triangle over him?
Ridiculous. No one was getting any cake here anyway.
'Please don't turn this into some love and war drama over me.'
He hated to say it, but his heart already belonged to someone.
That someone—Ryu Ga-eul—grabbed Hyunwoo's hair and yanked his head up forcibly.
His pale, broad forehead was exposed to the camera lens, glistening faintly with sweat.
Grinning wickedly, Ryu Ga-eul laughed her fill at her suffering disciple. This moment was pure bliss.
"You're feeling good too, right?"
"It hurts... Do you know how bad it feels to have your hair yanked out?"
Hyunwoo grumbled as he climbed onto her lap. He wrapped his arms around her back and planted a deep kiss.
It was a routine his master had taught him. Not out of true love, of course—just habit by now.
'It's getting weirder and more intense every time.'
Her tongue probed inside, and he slowly accepted it.
Saliva flowed in. Gulp, gulp... As promised, Hyunwoo swallowed every drop. He knew not a single bit could be spilled if he wanted to please his master.
"Pwah... You're extra eager today."
"Had some shitty stuff happen."
Hyunwoo spilled all the details honestly. Listening to her disciple's confession, Ryu Ga-eul chuckled under her breath.
"Another clueless moron bitch joined the ranks."
"Don't use such crude language. It just sours the mood."
"Fair enough. I wanna let her know you're mine quick."
"Not in some creepy way, right?"
"Of course it'll be my way."
Ryu Ga-eul stroked his hair as she continued.
"Wanna film some porn together?"
"...Pardon?"
Her "way" was far more depraved than he'd imagined.