Licked Wildly, Then Straight to Babel
Licked wildly. The next day, I headed straight to Babel.
Floor 62, swarming with dwarves.
Each one had the strength of a giant. They wielded cannon-like firearms, unleashing barrages of fire.
Dr-r-rk, dr-r-r-rk. Sparks flew wildly every time bullets rained down on my armor. The air reeked of iron.
Dwarven guns didn't use gunpowder, they said. That's why the stench was more metallic than explosive.
The sensation of bullets scraping across my armor was just unfamiliar, nothing more.
"Let's go."
Kuuuung—! At my signal, three giants emerged. Earth, ice, and flame.
They charged the enemy lines, leveraging their unique traits. Tiny bullets couldn't stop them.
The lead earth golem's arm exploded under concentrated fire. The dwarves must have cheered at that.
But their sabotage proved pointless right away—the hand regenerated by absorbing nearby rock.
"Knees! Aim for their knees, you thick-headed bastards!"
Too late. The flame giant behind the earth golem spewed fire, melting their guns.
No gunpowder meant no explosions, but the dwarves in their iron armor and gear suffered burns.
Then the ice golem's chill hit, slowly freezing their bodies solid. Who knows if the extreme cold soothed those burns.
"I'll finish them off."
The cleanup was always mine. Even with golems rampaging, floor 62's monsters were no pushovers. There were tons of dwarves, and plenty of weapons.
They even operated artillery-like gear— I'd lost my life once to it, only revived by my resurrection trait.
This floor was no joke... I'd tried clearing it three times already. Fled with return stones and came back over and over.
Fucking hell, it was brutally tough!
You have cleared floor 62.
After all that effort, clearing it finally brought a rush of ecstasy. This thrill... indescribable.
I get why most players go insane. It's not the usual pleasure from achievement—something different.
A mysterious chemical high brewed in the brain. Like snorting a fat line of cocaine.
'This pleasure is probably...'
The ploy of Babel's owners to drive us to the next floor, right?
Explains why high-level players live like workaholics.
And maybe Master raised my level to shove me into Babel for the grind.
To them, conquering Babel is sport and daily life.
'Though I'm worse off than most.'
Looking around, others smiled contentedly—no one grinned with victory high like me.
Probably because I'm the champion chosen by Babel's god. My fingertips tingled.
Can't carry this feeling forever... but I didn't want to let it go.
"Good work, everyone." "Yeah! Dinner on us tonight?" "...Nah, I'm kinda busy today." "What's 'kinda busy' mean if you're not actually busy? Whatever. Master's errands again, huh."
I nodded vaguely, and someone chimed in.
"Uh... not sure if I should say this, but... Master's been through a lot lately." "Why ask that, Se-eun?!" "Is it? Sorry."
No malice there. So I answered softly.
"Master got hit with a sudden tax audit. Turned out to be nothing." "Why's the government flipping out all of a sudden?" "Dunno? Seems like 'cause she doesn't do public stuff."
Old rumors. When Master basically retired, the KOSPI dropped 10% instantly—big economic hit.
Government tried everything to lure her back. Didn't work.
"Same old nagging. Why hassle her when she's stepping away?"
Surprisingly, Master was diligent with taxes. Paid property and national pension faithfully. Hired accountants not to dodge, but to pay more and avoid noise.
'Perfect even at this.'
Smarter than she lets on. That's the Sword Saint for you.
"News'll correct it soon. They slandered her." "Oh, right."
They seemed skeptical. We'll see if I'm wrong.
Anyway, the slander vanished from TV. Makes sense—no broadcaster wants to poke a player who's wrecked stations before.
Instead, shady assassins came crawling out of the woodwork.
"Gahk, kuhk..." "Why do they keep coming? No EXP, pisses me off."
These shadow attackers weren't top-tier. If they were, they'd be proper players in the light.
Around LV30-40. Mostly women targeting me over high-level Master.
"Please, spare me!" "You said something like this before. My arm tallies the men I've killed. One more for you... hmm, not feeling merciful."
Killing felt wrong at first. But turns out they're scum, so now I kill freely.
"Urk!" "Ugh, gross. Why so much blood? Feels nasty... sweat's one thing, but blood's always filthy."
They jump me every alley—fucking annoying. At least no witnesses. Easy cleanup too.
"Rise." [Uuuuugh....] "Good. Head to the nearest mountain in Gangwon Province."
Revive with the Necromancer King's Helmet, make 'em vanish. Send to a quiet mountain, monster chow.
'This is why I'm always late. Can't even drive home.'
Gotta beg Master for a paved road soon. Or an auto-flying chopper. Can't take much more.
"I'm home."
Finally dragged myself up the mountain and back. Weather warming up—sweltering hot. Sweat beaded, trickling down my skin.
Hot as hell... AC season incoming. Tell Master.
"You're back." "Master, don't you think our place is too remote? Mid-Bukhansan is..." "Doesn't matter. Unequip your items."
...What now?
Camcorder out? Up to no good.
I sighed, stripping gear. Undershirt soaked, sticky.
"Master, can I shower first?" "No. Absolutely not. This is perfect." "Haa..." "You smell all fresh and sweaty. What's to be shy about?"
I sweat less, smell fine... but why's she into this?
Master clung, light kiss. Tongue probed every corner.
Bodies pressed. Inevitably, my bulge hit her lower belly.
She's been in there plenty... someday sans condom? Shouldn't, but getting used to it.
"Arms up." "...Haa." "Now."
Under her glare, I stripped. She licked sweat-slick skin mercilessly.
Neck, shoulders... arms, sucking each finger like candy. Felt like a huge dog latched on. Way more sexual, though.
Licked pits too, then straddled me. Condom in hand somehow.
Ugh... why always? I almost snapped, then stopped. Pointless.
Soon, she stroked my face, smirking like this was pure joy.
"Let's fuck."
Of course, no say for me. Power decides.