The Academy's Savior
"A race...? What kind of race are you talking about? Do you know, Seong?"
"Well... I think we just need to copy that hologram woman. She's standing at the starting line, after all."
"...That's true, but... having to take such an embarrassing pose..."
"Want me to do it?"
"...No. I'll do it. You rest, Seong."
Rachel went to the race starting point. She studied the hologram and struck the pose — squatting down on the floor, face flushing red, both hands raised behind her head. Her clean underarms were fully exposed. The side profile connecting those enormous breasts was incredibly sensual.
Beep, beep, beep!
The moment she took the pose, the race started without warning. The hologram woman advanced in a steady duck walk. Flustered, Rachel followed her movements. At first she kept up well. The hologram wasn't particularly fast either, so the gap between them didn't open much.
But as time passed, Rachel's face began to contort. Duck walking is an exercise that only gets harder the longer you do it. No — calling that an exercise was generous.
I let out an admiring sound as I watched Rachel waddle forward. Those bouncing breasts and twitching buttocks were pure sexual appeal.
The distance opened. Unlike Rachel, the hologram advanced at a constant pace from start to finish. As the gap widened, a panicked Rachel pumped her legs harder. Her breasts began bouncing even more violently.
Then the accident happened.
Unable to withstand the bouncing, the bikini armor slipped sideways — and her left nipple was exposed. I widened my eyes, not missing a single frame of that moment. There was no nipple. Instead the areola protruded in a convex swell, sealed shut at the center in a closed slit. Rachel Craig had inverted nipples.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Rachel screamed and collapsed on the spot, hurriedly covering her chest with both arms.
Beeeep!
A sharp warning tone rang through the room.
Posture is incorrect! Please restart the race!
The hologram that had been ahead vanished and reappeared at the starting line. Nothing else. Apparently there was no penalty beyond having to try again until you succeeded.
"President..."
"You... you saw, didn't you?"
"......"
I had. But openly admitting it was hard. She was deadly serious — a joking answer wouldn't fly either. So I just wore an awkward expression.
"...You don't have to answer. I know full well you haven't done anything wrong, Seong. If anyone's to blame, it's this damn dungeon... Hey — could you look away for a moment?"
"Ah, sorry."
I turned my back. Swish, swish — she readjusted the slipped bikini armor.
"Okay. Let's try once more."
Beep, beep, beep!
The duck-walk race began again.
Perhaps because she'd done it once already, this time Rachel and the hologram stayed roughly even. But even wasn't good enough. Our goal was to beat the hologram. At this rate, the hologram on the inside track would win. Rachel knew that too, so she moved faster, trying to overtake it.
Bounce, bounce!
The problem was that increasing speed made those massive breasts bounce even more violently. At this rate the micro bikini armor would slip off just like before — that much was obvious.
She reflexively dropped her right hand and wrapped her arm around her chest. The bouncing stopped.
Beeeep!
Posture is incorrect! Please restart the race!
The problem was that the system would never allow that.
"...President. Just do it comfortably. I'll face the wall."
"...Would you? Then I'll be more comfortable..."
Beeeep!
Enjoy the race!
Before she even finished speaking, the erotic trap dungeon cut her off.
As expected — this dungeon was really growing on me.
"This dungeon is truly the worst..."
Rachel glared at the ceiling once, then turned and headed back to the starting line. She squatted on the floor and took the pose. Having done it a few times already, her body was less stiff than before. She was starting to get used to my gaze as well.
Beep, beep, beep!
The race began. Rachel charged out at high speed from the start, then settled into a pace roughly matching the hologram.
Looks like Rachel will win without much trouble.
When they were about eighty percent of the way to the finish, the hologram suddenly accelerated. A flustered Rachel mindlessly sped up too. The breast movement intensified — and sure enough, the bikini armor slipped off.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Startled, she covered her chest with her arms.
Beeeep!
Posture is incorrect! Please restart the race!
They repeated the race a few more times. Eventually exhausted, she sat down on the floor to rest. Her face was gloomy.
Even if I wanted to take her place, it was impossible.
Only women can participate in the race.
The race simply wouldn't start.
"President. Don't worry about me — just do whatever's comfortable. I know better than anyone that this is force majeure."
"...My breasts are weird, right? They're huge, and the... nipples are inverted... It's been a complex since I was little. I was planning to get surgery after graduating from the academy... but in the end I showed them to you."
"I don't think they're weird. Th-they're charming in their own way, I think."
"That's an even weirder thing to say. Anyway... this time, even if my breasts show, I won't stop. Yeah. I've already shown them, so there's no reason to obsess over it. Breasts are ultimately just part of the body. ...Letting go feels freer."
Rachel stood up. Her expression was better than before.
"I'll cast a blessing on you."
"It's fine. That consumes stamina, right? No need to waste it on something like this. There might be monsters in the next room."
"That's exactly why we should try it once beforehand. We need to know the blessing's effects and duration. It's also good to know how much stamina it consumes in advance."
"That makes sense too. Then please."
How should I use the blessing? After a brief moment of thought, I pointed my staff at Rachel and said:
"Blessing."
White light bloomed at the tip of the staff. I felt my body grow slightly heavier — not severe, just a bit unpleasant.
The white light soaked into Rachel. A pink womb tattoo appeared on her lower abdomen.
"Wow. My body feels lighter. I feel full of strength too... The buff effect is considerable. With this... huh? Why are you staring so— kyah! Wh-what is this?!"
"That... seems to be a mark indicating the blessing has been applied. President. Let's hurry before the blessing's effect ends. That's what's urgent right now, right?"
"R-right."
She went to the starting line and took the duck-walk pose.
Beep, beep, beep!
The blessing's effect was unmistakable. Her speed was faster than ever. The problem was that the bouncing of her breasts was more intense than ever too. Not long after starting, the micro bikini armor slipped off — both sides. The unsealed massive breasts shook madly.
Rachel bit her lip hard. Strength entered the hands raised behind her head. Just as she'd said earlier, she didn't stop — she kept advancing.
I watched her with a carefully serious expression. Inside, I was gulping down drool. I wanted to grab those madly shaking breasts and play with them. And as a bonus, pull out the nipples hidden inside those areolas.
The race ended with Rachel's victory. She finished more than five meters ahead of the hologram — an overwhelming margin.
And the door leading onward opened.
Victorious Rachel, not caring that I was watching, put the slipped bikini armor back on. Her face was still red, but she didn't make a fuss like before.
She approached me.
"I won. For the next one... could we rest a bit before going? Walking in that pose is quite hard."
"Ah, yes. Of course."
We sat on the floor and rested quietly. The atmosphere was a little awkward.
After a few minutes like that, Rachel's womb tattoo faded away.
"Looks like the blessing's effect has ended. Duration is roughly fifteen minutes... or so."
"The buff effect was quite good. Recovery is probably just as strong as the blessing. But is your stamina okay?"
"Ah, stamina is fine. It says virility is also consumed... but I'm confident in that department."
"That's sexual harassment... haah, whatever. Are we going to quibble over that at this point..."
We headed to the next room. It was the same pump room as the first. Rachel's face crumpled the moment she stepped inside.
"I'll do the pump."
"It's fine. I'll do it. This weird armor has defense... so I think it'll be okay even if that liquid hits it."
She grabbed the pump handle and pulled it down. Sticky green liquid fell from the ceiling — not on her, but on me.
Sizzle!
The clothes began melting from the liquid that had landed on my chest.
"S-Seong?!"
"...I'm fine. I'll dodge as much as I can — just keep pumping. Just like you got hit, this time it's my turn."
I spoke with the air of someone who'd seen it coming. It was an act. Inside, I was cheering. I'd been starting to want to strip too.
In the end, all my clothes melted away and I was naked. Rachel tried not to look at my hard, erect cock — but that wasn't something that could last forever.
"...President. Erections can't be helped. Because of the staff's effect, I've been erect this whole time."
"I-I know. I'm not misunderstanding anything. I absolutely won't look down."
"It's fine. I've also seen your breasts... What if you insist on not looking down and then fall for another trap? Just get used to it."
"...I-if you put it that way. Okay."
She drew a deep breath. Looking at my cock, her face flushed deep red, then she squeezed her eyes shut. After repeating that a few times, she was finally able to calm down. She'd gotten used to it.
Rachel Craig's Affinity:42
Affinity had risen dramatically.
While pretending otherwise, she was interested in the cock.
She's young — of course she is.
I was glad the affinity hadn't dropped.
Rachel understands too. That this is an unavoidable situation because of the dungeon.
We headed to the next room.
Walking down the corridor.
Bounce, bounce.
Her breasts bounced with every step.
Swing, swing.
Every time I walked, my upright cock and heavy balls swung.
To a third party, we'd look like a perverted couple. I walked right beside her — so she could see my cock. Judging by how her face stayed red the whole time, it was clearly in her field of view.
We arrived at the room.
It was a chest room.
"This time equipment for you will come out, Seong. Open it yourself."
◈ Defense +6
◈ Men only
It was a long coat. Compared to the bikini armor it covered more area, but the defense was much lower.
"It's a coat. Good."
"Yes, but... this front doesn't close."
She reflexively looked down at my cock, then startled and jerked her gaze back up.
"...Doesn't seem good."
Two doors appeared.
"This time you choose, Seong. I won't resent you no matter what room comes out. And no spitting."
"Let's go right."
Follow the picture.
We looked together at the wall with a picture drawn on it. A man standing. A woman kneeling in front of him, caressing his cock with both hands. The man was ejaculating onto her face.
In short — this was a handjob room.
Rachel just stared blankly at the picture with her mouth hanging open.