The Academy's Savior
"…President. I think you need to come see this for yourself."
I called out to Rachel.
Everything inside the box was meant for her, not me. As expected, she was the center and core of this dungeon. The protagonist of an erotic trap dungeon… I wasn't envious in the least.
"Wh-what is it? What came out of the box?"
"Clothes. …Or should I call it armor?"
"So it's something wearable, right? Fine. I'll come over. You step back. And don't look this way."
"I'll face the wall."
I walked over to the wall. The walls of the room were finished cleanly. Bored, I ran my hand across the surface. Smooth, without a single rough patch.
I felt movement behind me—Rachel carefully making her way toward the box.
Curious. Should I use Heavenly Eye? …Hm?
The wall changed. A palm-sized mirror appeared on its surface. I casually adjusted my stance so I could see Rachel through it.
Heh. The more I look at this dungeon, the more I like it.
Even though she thought I wasn't watching, Rachel covered her important parts with both hands as she carefully approached the box. The white breasts pressed under her arms looked soft as marshmallows.
When she saw what was inside the box, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Wh-what is this?!"
She had every right to react that way.
Setting aside the sword in the box, the armor was so skimpy it was embarrassing to even call it clothing—a bikini armor. And not just any bikini armor: a micro bikini armor that barely covered the vital areas.
"Y-you expect me to wear something like this?!"
"Even if you say that… I'm not the one who prepared it—the dungeon did. Are you going to refuse? I'll respect the president's decision."
"I'll… wear it. Even something like this is better than nothing at all. Ugh."
She was right. She had no real choice. This was only the entrance of the dungeon. To clear it, they had to go deeper, and she couldn't stay naked. Even micro bikini armor was better than nothing.
Crouching in front of the box, she removed the hand covering her crotch and pulled out the items. Her lower half was hidden by the box, so I couldn't see anything. Holding the blue bikini armor, she glanced at me once, then turned her body away to put it on.
Did she notice I was watching through the mirror?
No. If she had, she would have made a scene. It was purely psychological. I licked my lips as I watched her abundant platinum-blonde hair and her round, full ass.
"Haa. What's with the attack power and defense power attached to these things? Do they even mean anything?"
"They probably do."
"…The sword has Attack Power 10, but this armor that barely covers my body has Defense Power 55. That seems really strange."
"The strange part is this dungeon itself."
"…You're right about that."
"Does the size fit well?"
"Annoyingly, it fits perfectly. The dungeon prepared this specifically for me to wear."
"…If you're done putting it on, may I turn around?"
"No, you may not. It's too embarrassing."
"We've already entered the dungeon. Continuing like this is…"
"I know. Seong, your body is already in bad shape. I know I need to pull myself together… but the shame just won't go away. Give me a moment to prepare myself."
"Alright."
She gripped the sword and stood still for nearly three full minutes, slowly exhaling. Then she turned toward me.
"I'm ready now. You can look."
I turned around.
"……"
I stared at her openly. True to its name as micro bikini armor, it covered only the bare minimum of her vital areas in the most precarious way possible.
I enhanced my vision with mana. The majesty of those I-cup breasts was overwhelming. Their size was greater than having two watermelons hanging from her chest. The deep valley between them had room to spare even for my erect cock. What was especially astonishing was that the distance from the underside of her breasts to her navel looked less than half a handspan.
Pale pink areolae peeked out slightly from the sides of the blue bikini armor. Rachel herself didn't seem to notice.
Those enormous breasts drew the eye first, but her lower half was just as incredible. The panties that barely covered her pussy looked ready to slip and expose everything with even a slightly vigorous movement. Her large, plump ass and thighs looked every bit as soft as her chest.
"Say something, at least…! This is so awkward!"
"…I stayed quiet because I thought speaking would make it even more awkward… Um. It… suits you well."
"Thanks. I feel like I'm going to die of embarrassment, though."
Clunk!
The exit opened. Rachel spun around as if desperate to escape the awkward situation. Her abundant platinum hair swayed with the motion. I glanced at the rear wall. The mirror that had reflected her was gone without a trace.
Before heading out, Rachel spoke.
"I just had a good idea."
"What idea?"
"Do we really have to go along with the dungeon's intentions? If there's no path… we just make one."
Rachel swung the Hero's Sword at the wall. The blade bounced off. Not even a scratch appeared on the surface.
"This is a dungeon. A special dungeon, at that. If dungeons could be destroyed so easily through physical means… heroes would have had a much easier time of it."
"…Haa. Yes. I knew that. I just wanted even a thread of hope. Come on, let's move forward. We don't know what might happen, so I'll take the lead."
She walked ahead. Thanks to that, I could openly admire her rear view.
Damn, that ass is lethal.
With every step, her large, springy buttocks swayed. Needless to say, the coverage back there was minimal as well. It barely covered the cleft, leaving both fleshy cheeks completely exposed.
I wonder what's waiting in the next room.
A monster appeared.
"Grrrrr…"
It was a black dog the size of a person. Its appearance resembled a Doberman, and it was in a state of frenzied arousal. The moment we entered, it immediately displayed aggression and tried to charge us. However, a steel chain around its neck connected to the ceiling, preventing it from attacking right away.
I looked at the dog's underside. Its cock was fully erect.
Fuck. They faithfully implemented the erotic trap dungeon.
It was obvious what would happen if we lost to that dog. I heightened my tension. If the worst-case scenario looked like it was about to unfold, I planned to intervene immediately.
"I thought things would finally become normal once a monster showed up… but this dungeon is vulgar through and through."
She maintained her composure even after seeing the black dog's erect penis. For someone who struggled so much with shame, her mental fortitude was surprisingly strong in this area.
Defeat the Black Dog.
The dungeon informed us of our objective.
At the same time, the black dog's leash was released. Without so much as a glance in my direction, the black dog charged straight at Rachel. She swung her sword at it. The timing was perfect. Slash! The aroused black dog's right front leg was severed. The creature had charged far too recklessly.
"Gyaaaaaaah!"
Even with its front leg cut off, the black dog didn't stop. It opened its jaws wide and bit down on Rachel's right arm. But its teeth failed to pierce her skin. Instead, there was a metallic clang! as if it had bitten steel.
The bikini armor's effect is solid.
I was able to relax a little. Of course, given the danger, I still had to act concerned.
"President!"
"I'm fine. It seems the claim of Defense Power 55 on this armor wasn't a lie."
Rachel calmly swung the Hero's Sword. The Attack Power +10 blade cut extremely well. Slash, slash, slash!
In the end, the black dog's life was snuffed out. Whether it was weak because it was the first monster we encountered or not, the fight itself wasn't difficult. When the black dog died, its corpse vanished. The blood that had gotten on Rachel and me disappeared at the same time.
Thud!
Something dropped from the ceiling. Rachel approached it first.
"This is… Seong's weapon…? It seems like it, anyway."
"My weapon?"
I stepped closer.
It was a steel staff with a cross-shaped top.
◈ Can use Recovery and Blessing. Consumes stamina and virility.
◈ Usable by men only.
◈ Side Effect: Causes an erection while holding the staff.
…So it wasn't an erotic trap exclusively for women.
It was a bit disconcerting, but not bad. If only Rachel suffered, residual resentment would inevitably build up. With this, I could contribute to combat as well.
"…Are you going to use that?"
"Of course I am. Recovery and Blessing. Even without knowing the exact details, those have to be ridiculously useful abilities."
"Th-there's a side effect, though?"
"With the president fighting in that outfit, I can't just stand around in the back doing nothing."
"…Please. Honestly, I'd rather tell you to stop… but more dangerous monsters that I can't handle alone might appear deeper in this dungeon."
"Yes. Exactly. I'll support the president as best I can."
"You don't have to do it too often. Only in emergencies…. When you use Recovery and Blessing, it consumes stamina and that… um, virility, right?"
"Don't worry about me. Stamina control is no problem, and I'm confident in my virility."
I picked up the Mage's Staff from the ground and flinched. My body reacted instantly, as if it had been waiting for this. My cock hardened. Its thick, long shape became clearly visible through my pants.
"…Huk!"
Startled, Rachel hurriedly turned her head to the side.
She was reacting like this now, but given time she would grow used to it and stop caring.
Clunk!
A new door opened.
This time there were two doors. Right and left—a fork in the path.
"President. Which way should we go? Right again?"
"…Let's go left this time. We went right and all our clothes melted away, and I ended up wearing this armor that barely qualifies as armor…. I don't want to choose right again."
"Understood. Left it is."
I didn't place much significance on the fork.
This was an erotic trap dungeon. No matter which path we chose, sooner or later she would have ended up in bikini armor. That was my assessment. And the deeper we went, the higher the intensity would climb.
What I needed to focus on most right now wasn't the dungeon—it was Rachel.
Rachel Craig's Affinity:36
Her affinity had risen by 3 since we entered the dungeon. In terms of time, that was over an hour's worth.
Trapped alone with me in this dungeon… of course her affinity is going to rise.
As long as I didn't do anything strange… her affinity would keep climbing steadily. Doing anything together naturally built a sense of camaraderie.
We arrived at the next room.
It was quite spacious—looked to be about seventy pyeong. Completely different from the previous rooms that had seemed under ten. Looking at the floor, lines were drawn as if marking out a path.
Win the Race.
What kind of race?
While we were still confused, a holographic woman sprang up from the center of the room. She had no face and no hair. She was naked, yet had neither pussy nor nipples—just a hologram expressing a female physique. The hologram was crouched at the starting point, both hands raised behind her head, boldly displaying her armpits.
Don't tell me…. Is this a duck-walk race?!
I shuddered at the sheer malice of it.