Dungeon Practical Training (4)

"Hoyeon! Stay with me!"

Holy shit. This hurt like hell. My entire body was screaming for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠death. My ribs had driven themselves deep into my lungs, and every last organ had gone rogue like a runaway ninja, abandoning its post. My arm and leg bones were shattered to pieces — I couldn't even move. The one silver lining was that I was still in one piece. If my body had actually come apart, I don't even want to think about how horrific that would've been. Ugh.

I coughed something up from deep in my chest. Blood streamed from my mouth.

Fuck.

"It hurts... it hurts so much... please, save me..."

I forced the words out through the pain. This wasn't an act. I meant every word. I genuinely thought I was going to die.

"It's okay, Hoyeon. Take a deep breath and stay still. I'll make it better soon."

I tried to breathe. In. Out. In — and immediately hacked up another lungful of blood. I couldn't even breathe properly. Goddammit. I couldn't control the blood pouring from my mouth. I gave up trying. The only thought left in my head was that this hurt like a motherfucker.

Fortunately, a warm light began to pour from Baek A-young's hands, wrapping around my entire body.

"Haaah... hhh..."

Baek A-young started treating me, moaning as she worked. Thinking about it now — even for an eroge, wasn't this setting a little too on-the-nose? Moaning while she heals people? From where I was lying, it was honestly pretty hot. But what kind of bullshit setting was this?

"Hnn..."

No. Calm down. The agony had my nerves on a razor's edge. Anyone would be like this.

Sweat began to bead on Baek A-young's face as she treated me. She'd already spent the entire day walking after the dungeon went berserk, draining most of her stamina. Healing someone as critically injured as me in that condition was no small feat.

"Haa... haa..."

Sweat poured down her forehead. Her breathing had gone ragged, and the exhaustion on her face made it clear she was pouring every last ounce of her strength into saving me. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I was going to jump the woman who was working this hard to keep me alive. But my male instincts had already made their decision. They wanted to breed. My cock was standing at full attention inside my pants.

Her blouse, soaked through with sweat, clung to her body and put every curve of her figure and her breasts on full display. With my survival instincts running this high, I couldn't resist the temptation. I wanted to bury my face in those tits, pin her down, and come inside her. I wanted to suck on those plump, springy lips. I wanted to grab those hips — perfect for holding onto — and slam myself into her.

Baek A-young still had her eyes closed, focused entirely on channeling her healing mana. Thanks to that, she hadn't noticed the tent pitching in my crotch.

People really were adaptable creatures. At first the pain ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been so unbearable that begging for my life had come out on its own. Now I was starting to get used to it. On top of that, the warm light washing over me in real time was steadily dulling the agony. It had dropped to a level I could endure through sheer willpower. A little more treatment and I'd be able to move.

"Nngh... it hurts so much inside my chest..."

"Hnn...! The internal injuries I can't see must be severe. Just hang on a little longer."

She was too exhausted to accurately assess my condition. I needed to play up the pain as much as possible and drain every last drop of her mana.

"Guh... hhh..."

I scrunched my face up and put on the best performance of agony I could manage.

"Nngh... hss... haah, haah."

Those moans of hers were getting pretty intense. At this rate, wasn't she the one in more pain?

Right now, Baek A-young was wringing every last scrap of mana from her body to heal me. In any other situation, she would've held something back for her own safety. Trapped in a dungeon, though, the calculus was different. I was the only combatant. My life was her life. Even if she conserved her strength, if I couldn't move, a healer with zero fighting ability couldn't do a thing. So she had to throw everything she had into keeping me alive.

"Please... hnn... please live... please...!"

I could feel how desperately she wanted me to survive. But her reasons weren't the same as mine. It wasn't fear that she'd die without me. She genuinely wanted to save me — the person. That was just the kind of good-hearted woman she was.

The healing light washing over me grew steadily weaker.

"N-no...!"

Baek A-young despaired as the light faded, but the truth was I'd been able to move for a while now. I waited. Like a predator stalking its prey...

Good things come to those who wait...

"Khack!"

The instant the light vanished from her hands, she started coughing up blood. Oh, fuck! You can't die on me!

"A-young! A-young! Are you okay? You can't die!"

I scrambled up and checked her condition. I'd taken a punch from an ogre just so I could fuck this woman. I wasn't about to lose her now.

"I'm fi— cough. I'm fine. I just overdid it. It's not life-threatening."

Her complexion suggested she wasn't lying. Thank god.

"I don't think I'll be able to move for a while. I can count on you, right, Hoyeon?"

"...Of course!"

The moment of truth had arrived. My lower half was swelling like a volcano about to erupt. But looking at Baek A-young's gentle smile, I couldn't bring myself to think those thoughts.

"What should we do? I'll need a few hours of rest before I can walk properly. Should we take a break?"

"Yeah, we probably should."

I plopped down beside where she lay. Part of me wanted to rip her clothes off and start thrusting right then and there, but if I jumped her now, she wouldn't even be able to twitch a finger. Doing it in that state wouldn't be sex. It'd be like jerking off with a fleshlight. That wasn't what she wanted either. I wanted to give her time to recover enough strength to at least struggle a little — enough to put up a fight.

And if we were going to do a proper rape play, I needed to enjoy her mouth before I enjoyed her pussy. The problem was her mouth was filthy with blood. I couldn't put it in like that. I needed to clean her up first.

From an angle she couldn't see, I conjured water with magic. Then I casually poured it into a canteen.

"A-young, drink some water. Your face looks awful."

"Thank you. I thought we were saving this..."

She accepted the water with genuine gratitude. I watched her wet her lips with those trembling arms.

Wait. She has enough strength to move?

If she could hold a canteen and drink, I could jump her right now, couldn't I? I'd even been planning to feed her the water myself. But when it came time to actually go through with the rape play, that innocent-looking face of hers triggered every protective instinct I had. With her long black hair falling to her waist and that porcelain-white skin, she looked like a helpless little rabbit.

Just to be sure, I checked Baek A-young's status window.

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

Water trickled down her neck and slipped into the valley of her breasts.

"Ah, aah... sorry. My hands are shaking..."

She trembled her hands with an apologetic look on her face. You crazy perverted bitch. Now that I knew what she was thinking, I could see it clearly. She was pretending not to notice, but her eyes kept flicking toward my crotch.

I pictured myself pinning her down right then and there. Even knowing how filthy her inner thoughts were, that innocent face made me hesitate. That was why so many men had never laid a hand on Baek A-young.

"Hahh..."

Clear Mind settled over my thoughts like a cool tide. This wasn't rape. This was just playing along with her fetish. Thinking of it that way, the weight on my chest lightened a little.

I moved my hand straight to her chest.

"Mm? Huh? Nngh!? H-Hoyeon. What are you... hnn... why...?"

First confusion, then shock, then betrayal — every emotion played across her face so openly it was actually entertaining to watch. Of course, my hand never stopped groping her breast.

"H-Hoyeon. Why are you doing this all of a sudden...! You — you were this kind of guy?!"

Her heartfelt plea made the little angel on my shoulder jab me in the conscience.

Naturally, once I checked the status window, the guilt evaporated. I pulled my hand off her chest for a moment.

"Hnn... huh?"

She looked at me, confused, when I suddenly let go. Don't worry. I'm just getting started.

"KYAAAAAH!"

I shoved my hands into her cleavage, grabbed her blouse, and ripped it open to both sides. Her hidden, ample breasts burst free into the world. I tore the bra off too, of course. Those tits bounced with a weight that made them look like elephants finally released from a too-small cage.

I wanted to bury my face in them and just rest there, but this wasn't the time for that kind of leisure. I savored the soft, yielding flesh for a moment, then started taking off my pants.

"S-stop! Why are you doing this?! Was this your plan from the start?"

I stripped down, gripped my rock-hard cock, and sat myself right down on her chest.

"Yeah. From the start. From the first moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was fuck you."

"H-hnnn..."

At my confession, her nipples went hard. What a goddamn pervert.

"A-young. Open your mouth."

"You piece of trash! The second I lose my strength, you — mmph! Mmph!"

She started to say something, so I tried to push my cock into her open mouth — but she clamped it shut and wouldn't let me in. I poked at her tightly pressed lips with the head of my cock, but they held fast like a sealed gate.

Playing along with this fetish is harder than I thought.

If you want to get raped, just get raped. Does the realism really matter that much?

"Goddammit. Open your mouth already."

I delivered the line like a third-rate villain and forced my fingers between her lips, prying them apart.

"Nnnngh...! Nnnn..."

Baek A-young slowly opened her mouth, playing along with my act. I barely even applied any force, and the moment my fingers slipped in, her mouth opened right up. So these little details really did matter. Learning something new every day.

I used my fingers to hold her mouth open and slowly pressed the head of my cock against her lips.

"Agh... aghakh..."

"Let's not make this harder than it has to be. Let's just get this over with."

I shoved it into her forcibly opened mouth.

"You bastard...! Mmph... mmph..."

The sensation of her soft lips and the slightly rough texture of her tongue traveled up my cock. If she really hated it that much, she could just bite down. Instead, she was moving her tongue in little strokes, stimulating the underside of my shaft. She'd dropped the act entirely now. Her eyes had gone completely unfocused.

Her affection had jumped fifteen points in real time during the rape play. And here she was, getting "raped," worrying about my stamina. Unbelievable. Still, things were going well.

Relieved, I grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting into her mouth. If I was going to let her taste my cum like she wanted, I needed to pick up the pace.

"A-young, suck on it. That way I'll come faster."

"Mmph! Mmph!"

"What's that? I can't hear you."

I stroked her cheek as I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.

"Haaah, this feels so fucking good. Your mouth-pussy is amazing, A-young. You know that?"

Slurp...

She started wrapping her tongue around my cock. Looks like she was finally ready to do this properly. I threw her a line to match.

"A-young, at least move your tongue. The sooner we finish, the sooner you'll be comfortable, right?"

Slurp. Slurp.

As if she'd been waiting for those exact words, she started licking up and down my shaft.

"Hsss..."

How was she this good at it her first time? Had she been practicing with a dildo by herself? Watching her suck me down without a hint of disgust, even though I hadn't properly cleaned myself, I was certain — she was a born pervert.

Maybe it was the stress of the dungeon expedition, but the urge to come hit me fast.

"Ah, I'm coming. I'm gonna come."

I gripped her head and came in her mouth. I was holding her down, so she couldn't pull away. She took the full load inside.

"...."

And then she just sat there, looking up at me, holding the cum in her mouth — the stuff she should have spit out. Even Professor Lim Sol had spit it out the first time she took a load in her mouth. Sure, things were different now thanks to my body making it taste sweet, but Baek A-young was a virgin. She wouldn't even know what semen tasted like. I knew exactly what she was waiting for me to say.

"A-young. Swallow all of it."

Gulp. Gulp.

The thick cum slid down her throat. Once the sound of swallowing faded, she ran her tongue across her lips.

"Haaah, you piece of trash...!"

She tore into me after swallowing every drop, but she was so turned on that her acting had gotten noticeably worse.

"A-young, do you want to take your clothes off yourself? Or should I do it for you?"

"...I-I will never go along with something like this!"

So she wanted me to undress her. I moved my hands to grant that wish.