A New Gift from the Team Leader and the Erotic Trap

That would be the new equipment to be issued to the two of you.

Seoyun placed a black pouch on the desk.

When she smoothly opened the pouch with her fingers, two tactical suits glowing with a blue light appeared.

Is that... divine crystal modification...?

Seah's gaze fixed on the suits as she listened to Seoyun's explanation.

It wasn't just ordinary clothing; it emitted an eerie luster, as if it were a living organism.

Yes. It's the divine crystal modification you two discovered yesterday. We haven't started full-scale ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mining yet, but we've recovered some and processed it into tactical equipment for the discoverers.

She handed me one male suit and gave the other to Seah.

The material of the suit vibrated subtly against the skin the moment it touched my hand.

As if it were searching for its owner.

[Name: Mental Imprint Suit]

[Grade: SS]

[Description: A next-generation dungeon exploration suit completed by processing divine crystal modifications. It has the ability to digitize the wearer's deepest inner thoughts and project them physically in real form.]

The system window showed [SS] grade.

That single word made my breath catch in my throat.

Issuing equipment of this level to a brand-new employee who had only been with the company for two days?

I couldn't quite grasp what abilities this thing possessed or what variables it would create in battle.

But at least I knew it wasn't ordinary gear.

Issuing this kind of high-grade equipment from the company meant the next exploration mission would be extremely dangerous, or that they expected a lot from me.

And... the two of you have already achieved outstanding results, so for the next three months, there will be no separate penalties for your work performance and content.

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Seoyun's next words were somewhat unexpected.

Of course, from the perspective of an office worker, being allowed to take it easy for three months with no consequences was obviously a good situation.

But this was a game.

Removing the forced work pressure also meant the disappearance of 'tension' and 'clear goals' at the same time.

Of course, there was a slight exception in my case.

Of course, my goal was to reach 100% mental infiltration of Seah and remove the penalty skill through encounters with superior beings. So it was actually a good situation that I could focus on it.

***

Seah and I took the elevator down to the second basement level.

The tactical preparation room where we received equipment before our first mission yesterday.

The room was still spacious and spotless.

Individual changing booths lined along the walls, full-length mirrors, and various scanner equipment.

Without much conversation, we each entered our own booth and began wearing the mental imprint suits.

The moment I slipped my arms into the suit.

A subtle vibration swept through my entire body along with the sensation of it clinging to my skin.

As if something alive was scanning me.

Soon the center of my chest heated up intensely.

[Analyzing inner mind...]

[Your mind, which recognizes everything, including others, as experience points and data necessary for your own growth, is 'Gamer'.]

My reflection in the mirror slowly began to change.

The basic black base was maintained, but the overall silhouette was reconstructed to be much more refined and sharp.

The lines of shoulders, chest, and arms were naturally emphasized the movement of muscles without being excessive, and the waist part gave a stable yet slim impression.

The most significant change was the single faint blue line engraved on the neck and center of the chest.

It wasn't a flashy or complex pattern, but every time that line faintly glowed, the suit I was wearing no longer felt like mere equipment but something that had become 'one with me'.

...Not bad at all.

After putting that strange feeling behind me, I opened the booth door and stepped outside.

At just the right moment, Seayun's booth door on the opposite side also opened almost simultaneously as she finished wearing her suit.

And.

I was momentarily speechless.

The mental imprint suit she was wearing had completely transformed.

Black lace and transparent sheer fabric contrasting extremely, almost like underwear.

The chest area was held together by only a few thin lace straps barely covering the nipples, with most of her plump C-cup breasts exposed and swaying heavily.

Below that, a thin sheer babydoll flowed down to the waist, almost transparently revealing her narrow waist and soft abdomen.

Below the waist, black lace panties had sunk deep between her plump buttocks, and smooth white stockings rose up her thighs.

At the top of the stockings, elaborate thick lace trim framed the soft, overflowing flesh of her thighs.

"...S-Seo Jihoo... w-what is this...?"

Her voice trembled heavily.

Her legs were so weak she could barely stand, and tears welled up slightly at the corners of her eyes.

This... must be it, right...?

There was no way I didn't suspect the cause of Seah's mental imprint suit taking on this form.

The Lord of Breeding, Dominion.

The superior being I encountered on my first exploration.

If the power of that being had manifested her as a 'female dog' deep in her mind, then the skimpy appearance made perfect sense.

"Senior... please calm down first... Have you checked the special characteristics of the equipment?"

"N-no... because... I was told I don't have permission for it..."

Um...?

That's some nonsense...?

The equipment owner himself doesn't have permission?

I approached Seah to check the details of her equipment.

I wondered if there was any permission I had that she didn't, but there was no other way.

Slowly, I raised my hand and brought my fingertips to the mental imprint suit she was wearing.

At that moment.

Ding—.

Along with the familiar effect sound, a semi-transparent window appeared before my eyes.

That was the main content of my equipment.

She had handed me all her rights.

Moreover, she could no longer disobey my commands.

All stats were reduced to 1, and the amount reduced would increase my stats.

As long as I was alive, her HP wouldn't fall below 1.

My impression of that was split into two large categories.

One was the joy of having my stats rise for free.

The other was the anticipation of how I would educate her in this dungeon exploration.

***

Dungeon F405.

The 'F' attached in front indicated the risk level of the dungeon.

For skilled explorers, it meant a dungeon with almost no death risk.

Of course, it wasn't entirely safe; there were traps and monsters inside.

So it was absolutely not a place where a woman should enter wearing only underwear.

Despite knowing this fact, the senior instructor of the 3rd Exploration Team at Artemis Group, Seah, was walking alone toward the inside of the dungeon.

'...Jihoo really went crazy...'

If it hadn't been for his junior's command of 'I will handle the mobs first, so don't run, just walk slowly and follow me.', she wouldn't have been exploring the dungeon in such a defenseless state.

But the one who gave that order had long since disappeared from her sight.

All she could do was slowly walk into the depths of the dungeon.

Just as she had taken her first steps into the dungeon, a semi-transparent wall blocked her path.

'This... is some kind of sensor trap.'

If she had been a little more incompetent.

She could have chosen to wait right there instead of trying to figure out how to pass through the wall.

But the competent Seah had easily understood the structure of this trap.

In the center of the transparent wall.

The panel located at the height of a woman's chest seemed to blatantly indicate the intention to authenticate by pressing it against the chest.

'What a stupid trap... but... there doesn't seem to be any other way...'

Reluctantly, she pushed the lace straps aside to expose her chest and pressed it against the panel.

When her chest touched the panel, a faint current flowed out as if analyzing it.

And shortly after, her detailed data was output on the transparent membrane above the panel.

[Chest circumference: 88cm.]

[Areola diameter: 4.4cm.]

[Nipple diameter: 0.9cm.]

[Nipple height: 0.7cm.]

[Chest sensitivity: low.]

[Analysis result: Insufficient according to size and sensitivity standards, cannot pass.]

"W-what...??"

It was an absurd evaluation.

On the topic of erotic traps in an F-rank dungeon, she, a veteran explorer, had been given the assessment of 'a chest that doesn't even qualify to enter the dungeon'.

'...Maybe that's actually a good thing.'

Since she couldn't deactivate the trap, she had no choice but to stay here.

It wasn't disobeying his order.

She had simply been blocked by the trap and couldn't advance.

As she thought that, she turned to look around.

It was then that it came into her field of vision.