Trapped Bliss in the Dragon's Den
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Jin Samwol and I were trapped in Cheonhwa's cave. I tapped the solid rock blocking the entrance to gauge its strength. It felt like ordinary rock. A reinforced KHC punch would almost certainly shatter it.
But the recent shock seems to have weakened the cave's bedrock. If I mess up here, the whole cave might collapse. And even if we break through, Cheonhwa's barrier might still be in place.
The violent tremors had stopped, but the cave's interior remained precarious. Jin Samwol stared at the sealed exit with a grim expression. Like me, she was tapping the rock, probably brainstorming escape methods.
At least the glowstone, whose light had faded earlier, was shining again.
No real need to force our way out anyway. This is actually a golden opportunity for a date with Jin Samwol.
Food wasn't an issue. My inventory was overflowing with it.
The collapsed bedrock had blocked the entrance, but gaps allowed air to circulate freely.
A more perfect date spot than this cramped bed? Sharing a tight space with a stunning beauty was every man's fantasy.
"Ahh... it's completely sealed. Even if we use our strength, it won't budge."
Jin Samwol spoke in a despairing tone as she tapped the rock. With her lower physical power than mine, she must see no way out.
"If only we had the Dark Blood Beads..."
Using a full-body bead from the Dark Blood Beads would let us escape easily. Those beads allowed short-range teleportation. Of course, whether they'd bypass Cheonhwa's formation was another question.
"What do we do? Can't you, Young Master Jong, smash through this?"
Jin Samwol looked at me hopefully. It pained her, but that wasn't what I wanted.
"One wrong move, and the entire cave could collapse. Better avoid risky moves."
"You're right..."
I eyed Jin Samwol's naked body coolly, pondering how to claim her. Mistaking my serious expression for escape planning, she held her tongue.
Good. I'd keep up the act to let her misconceptions linger.
"Sharing space with an imugi on the verge of becoming a dragon. If it weren't so urgent, I'd love to observe closely."
Jin Samwol gazed at the coiled Cheonhwa. As she said, this was a rare sight. The original story mentioned imugi ascending to dragons, but skipped the details.
Cheonhwa's body, wrapped up, resembled a giant egg. Come to think of it, she'd given me those Yeouiju orbs. They had to be incredible items.
I clutched my pounding chest and checked the two Yeouiju.
◈ An orb infused with auspicious power. It holds the strength to alter fate. Using the power within resets all skill cooldowns, temporarily raises skill grades by one level, removes all status ailments from the user, and grants attack immunity for 1 minute. After use, it enters cooldown until recharged.
※ An orb containing the determination of one aspiring to become a dragon.
◈ An orb infused with auspicious power. It holds the strength to alter fate. Using the power within strengthens one possessed item. It can strengthen items enhanced by powers other than Yeouiju. After use, it enters cooldown until recharged. Items strengthened by Yeouiju: Gang (Strong) cannot be further strengthened.
※ An orb containing the determination of one aspiring to become a dragon.
Two SSS-grade items. Jackpot.
I'd expected greatness from the Yeouiju, and they delivered—each with unique effects.
One reset skill cooldowns and boosted grades temporarily. Cooldown resets always shifted variables. Plus debuff removal and attack immunity? Near-resurrection level impact.
All the best effects packed tight. Skill grade boost? Does it turn A-grade into S-grade? What about SSS-grade skills?
I fixated on the skill enhancement.
Not levels, but grades. Way more potent than mere leveling.
The text alone screamed overpowered.
The other's effect: item enhancement. Simpler, but still elite.
The Common Sense Alteration Sticker enchanted by the Item Enchanter was insane.
I already had an item enhancer, but it guzzled credits per use—unsustainable for spam.
These Yeouiju had cooldowns too—not fixed times, but "until recharged." Usage scale likely dictated duration.
OP effects mean no spamming, huh?
Slightly disappointing cooldowns aside, both were SSS-worthy. Better than Dark Blood Beads—mood lifted.
About two shichen had passed since we got trapped. Intense qi flowed from coiled Cheonhwa, but no more chaos. She seemed stabilized.
We could ponder escape safely now. Well, only Jin Samwol pondered. I leisurely admired her nude form.
"No luck."
Jin Samwol searched gaps in the rubble. She'd long abandoned brute force—the pile was thicker than expected, risking total collapse and burial. Surviving by self-sabotage? Absurd. Last resort only if desperate.
Gurgle!
A cute rumble from her stomach. Her face flushed autumn-leaf red. Nudity around me was routine now, but biology differed. Even her embarrassment was first-rate.
She covered her belly and turned.
"S-Sorry."
Sorry for what? Nothing owed me. If anything, I owed thanks.
"Staying trapped means food issues eventually. Air flows through cracks, so no suffocation."
"Yeah... But Master will surely find me if I don't return. Worst case, enduring a day might work?"
Solid logic. Black Rock Taoist excelled at tracking—we'd be found soon.
Too bad. Gotta make moves before that.
Prime chance to bond with Jin Samwol. No wasting it.
Exhausted from fruitless efforts, she slumped against the cave wall. Options limited, all futile. Her injured leg prevented proper walking anyway.
"Miss Jin, don't sit uncomfortably on the ground. Come here."
I patted my thigh. She eyed me wearily, then nodded.
"I'm nothing but trouble for you, Young Master Jong."
"Trouble? Didn't we witness an imugi's dragon ascension thanks to you? Priceless, once-in-a-lifetime sight. I'm the one who should bow."
Different reasons, but true. Her voluptuous nude outshone Cheonhwa's show for me.
"Such praise leaves me at a loss."
She sat on my thigh. Prolonged nude piggyback had eased skinship barriers.
I placed a hand on her firm thigh. No reaction. This level was fine? We'd grown closer for sure.
"By the way, how did you know about imugi ascension, Young Master Jong?"
"Mm... Heard from my master."
"Ah, Master Han? Makes sense—he'd know."
I casually name-dropped Han Kangwoo. Harmless, so he'd understand.
Abandoning escape, Jin Samwol chatted casually. Tension eased, her voice softer.
As we talked, my hand slid from thigh to more intimate spots—like a subway groper on a high school girl: soft yet blatant.
"Definitely heading to the Central Plains post-mountain descent. Every tale tempts me to run away."
"Stayed this long due to insufficient learning?"
"Partly... But leaving Master is hard. He's my lifesaver."
My hand reached her groin. Fingers subtly claimed territory.
But no further. Crossing lines rashly wasted progress. Reaching here was victory enough.
Another half shichen passed. Dawn outside? Jin Samwol fretted.
"Master might search soon... Ah, so much happened—I'm sleepy."
Half-lidded eyes confirmed exhaustion.
"Then sleep. Just us and the imugi. It'll take time for her molt; Black Rock Taoist will wake us."
"Really?"
"I'll make a spot."
I stripped fully. She gasped.
"Y-Young Master Jong!"
"Lie here. Can't let a lady sleep on bare ground."
Truth: I craved nudity before her. Mutual exposure built intimacy.
Apologetic yet accepting, she refused no kindness. Even trained women hated cold floors—especially nude, reducing body hang-ups.
Heh! Sneaking peeks at my dick. Interested after all?
Likely curiosity over sexual—virgins fixated there. She was molding into my ideal woman.
"Thanks. Truly troubling you. First time since Master."
"Nonsense. Rest well—you're worn out."
"Yes... then..."
Soon, steady snores. Fatigue ran deep. Hard floor despite my clothes, yet she slept soundly.
I nudged her lightly—deep sleeper. Post-chaos amplified it.
Slightly parted her thighs. Inspected her pussy up close, missed while awake. No stirring.
Her labia majora sported thick bush matching her toned body. Armpits shaved clean, but pubic hair abundant.
"Bushy, but neatly clustered—actually hot."
Untended wild growth was sloppy; defined patches scored points. Indiana Jones in the jungle, I explored her bush.
Parted hair: small, symmetrical labia minora. Clit hooded, surprisingly tiny.
Won't wake even if I touch.
Healed her ankle—minor, quick fix. Tested reactions on pussy and nipples.
"Hmmm..."
Occasional moans, no waking. Sensitive types jolt awake; she slept profoundly, fatigue aside. Cautiously mapped her weak spots.
Anal area's sensitive... Pussy over anus freak?
Definite hymen—virgin. But her spot wasn't vaginal. Scratching anus rim drew strong twitches.
"Hnnng...!"
100% confirmed.
Her anus: prominent wrinkles, unpigmented pink oval—impressive. Form alone: 90+ points. Clean scent too—frequent baths.
Can't miss this premium. Pussy and ass made for me.
I reaffirmed: claim this treasure, no exceptions.