The Academy's Savior

"Chairman. Even so, this feels a bit much."

"Ah—pardon?"

Rachel, who had been staring blankly, snapped back to herself. Only then did she grasp what I meant, and she nodded.

"Y-you're right. We aren't that kind of relationship."

"Being dragged around by this dungeon forever isn't good either. There might be another way. Let's take a proper look around."

"Yes. That makes sense. We should have examined the dungeon itself from the start… we've been far too swept along by it. But if there isn't another way…?"

"Then…"

"……"

Rachel and I both fell silent at the same time, staring at the mural painted on the wall. I knew—no, we knew—that in the end we would end up doing exactly what that picture showed.

I walked the room, checking every corner for anything unusual. I even struck the walls; just like before, not a single scratch appeared. The ceiling and floor were the same. There was no way out of here.

For now, we sat on the floor to rest. Sitting beside me, she kept stealing glances at my cock. I glanced at her breasts in return. This time I made no effort to hide it. I looked at her chest openly, deliberately, making it clear I was interested in her body. She knew I was looking and said nothing. She was interested in mine as well.

"Chairman. Waiting like this is also a valid approach. They'll send a rescue team from outside."

"…Will a rescue team really come?"

"I hate to put it this way, but if my mother finds out I've gone missing, she'll tear the place apart looking for me. Principal Tenrai Nagisa will be pressured into moving as well, of course."

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"Ah—Seong's mother…. That does make sense. Her influence over the Japanese Hero Association is hardly small."

"Right. So a rescue team will come."

Rachel's expression did not ease.

There was a worst-case possibility unique to dungeons.

A special dungeon.

Why attach the word "special" in front of "dungeon"? Because, unlike ordinary ones, special dungeons come with unique conditions. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠In a normal dungeon you simply clear the monsters inside; a special dungeon can only be cleared by fulfilling the objective it sets.

"…Seong. Hopeful talk may be good for the mind, but it doesn't help you survive reality. You know this too. Special dungeons isolated from the real world either ignore real-world time entirely, or feel it only faintly. We could be trapped in here for a year and not a single second might pass outside."

"Dungeons like that are rare even among special dungeons."

"I've never seen a lewd special dungeon like this before. I've never even heard of one. With a dungeon like this, it wouldn't be strange at all if it were one of those rare types."

"……"

I had no counterargument. This erotic trap dungeon was so far removed from the common sense of this world's dungeons that it defied ordinary logic.

"And how long can we wait for a rescue team? Our biggest problem is that we have no food."

"…You're right. When we killed that black dog monster earlier, it left no corpse. So hunting monsters for meat—or roasting them—isn't an option either."

"Waiting on an uncertain rescue is never the wise choice."

"Then…. Chairman, your decision is…"

Rachel spoke with a look of resolve.

"We follow what the dungeon demands and push forward."

Her face had gone red as an apple.

She was ready to obey the dungeon's instructions. I had been waiting for this. Forcing her would only have wrecked our relationship.

We took positions exactly as the mural showed.

I stood. She knelt in front of me and stared at my cock.

"Nnh…"

Rachel trembled faintly at the sight of my erect cock.

"Chairman?"

"I-I was just startled for a moment. Seong, this is only because of the dungeon—don't get the wrong idea."

"I won't. We're in the same situation. What is there to misunderstand? For all we know, the next room might reverse our positions entirely."

"…True. As we progress through this dungeon, eventually I'll also have to… W-we'll think about that later. Ah—Seong. I'm starting."

Rachel wrapped both of her slender, soft hands around my cock. It felt good. When it twitched, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

She checked my expression for a moment, then began to work it with both hands. She would be feeling the heat, the pulse, the scent of it.

A virgin's touch was clumsy. She had no idea how to stroke a cock to make it feel good. But the mere fact that she was a virgin was more than enough to excite me.

Clear fluid beaded at the tip of the glans.

"F-fluid is starting to come out."

"That isn't semen."

"I know. I learned about it. Pre-cum, right?"

She carefully touched the tip of the glans and smeared the pre-cum onto her fingers. Rubbing them together, she stared with open curiosity at the sticky, slippery fluid.

"…Chairman, I hate to say this, but at this rate it's going to take quite a while."

"I-is that so? I don't have much experience with this sort of thing…. What should I do?"

"Massage the glans with your palm as if you're rubbing it, and grip the shaft firmly as you stroke. Ah—and if you can, fondling the balls helps a lot too."

"…I'll try it the way you said, Seong."

I began giving her concrete instructions on how to handle my cock. Before long her brow furrowed—not in irritation, but in concentration. Her clumsy touch gradually improved. Pre-cum flowed more freely, soaking my cock thoroughly.

As it grew wet, the wet, lewd sounds of stroking filled the air. With her other hand she gently massaged my balls.

"Ah—that's it exactly, Chairman."

"D-does it feel good?"

"Yes. It does. I'm about to cum. According to that mural, I need to finish on your face…. Is that all right?"

"We don't have a choice…. This is what the dungeon demands, so don't hold back, Seong. Cum on my face."

"Understood, Chairman. Then bring your face a little closer."

"Is this close enough?"

"To be certain, closer is better."

Her face drew near my cock. Her breath brushed against it. At that distance she could also smell me clearly.

I looked down at her pretty face. The urge to cum had hit much earlier, but I held it back as long as I could, wanting to savor the moment. Even that had its limit.

"Ch-Chairman. I'm cumming…!"

My cock throbbed and convulsed. Semen surged from my balls, raced up the urethra, and erupted outward.

"Nngh."

Thick, dense semen burst forth, staining the virgin's face and hair. Startled, Rachel shut her mouth and eyes and took my load across her face. My stamina being what it was, the volume was excessive—enough that she could have washed her face with it.

"…Is it over?"

"Yes. That felt good."

"I'm glad it felt good. And the door opened, so…"

"…Ah. Well. Sorry."

"I'm not being sarcastic. I'm just saying…"

Rachel released my cock from her hands and stood. Semen had not only covered her face—it had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠run down between her large breasts as well. She began wiping the mess from her body with her hands, then suddenly froze in surprise.

"This is… even the semen has an effect?"

"What?"

I checked the semen still on her face.

"Honestly… this dungeon is vicious. Making us eat semen…"

"…The effects are excellent, though. And the smell isn't bad… it doesn't seem completely inedible…"

"Pardon?"

"Ah—nothing. Let's move on to the next room."

She strode confidently toward the next chamber. My semen still clung sticky in her rich platinum hair.

It'll be hard to get semen out of hair with just her fingers.

I stayed close behind her. The scent of my semen hung in the air. I felt a swell of satisfaction. A woman who smelled of my cum. The smell itself might be questionable, but the meaning of it was excellent.

Rachel is my woman now.

The next room was a plant-monster chamber.

A massive plant stood brazenly at the center of the room.

The plant began to move like a living creature. Vines rose like tentacles, and the central bud bloomed fully at once, scattering something like pollen.

"Chairman!"

"Yes! Bless me, please! Let's end this fight in one go!"

I pointed my staff at Rachel and cast a blessing. A womb tattoo appeared on her lower abdomen. She charged the Eplacia without fear. More than ten vines barred her path. Rachel cut them down with the Hero's sword, but she couldn't sever them all.

Crack!

A vine struck her across the back and she clenched her teeth. The vines seemed intent on something else—trying to seize her body. But Rachel did not stop. She cut through the vines that lunged at her and reached the Eplacia's main body.

"What a disgusting plant. This finishes it."

Her blade split the Eplacia's core in two.

The bisected body swelled, then exploded outright. Pollen filled the room. As the Eplacia's corpse vanished, the pollen soon faded with it.

"Chairman! Are you all right?!"

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."

I looked at the vine marks left on her body. They remained like welts from a whip. They had to hurt quite a bit.

"Heal!"

White light from my staff sank into her body. The red vine marks vanished without a trace.

"Thank you."

"It's a little embarrassing that this is all I can do."

"No. It's more than enough help. The next room is… a fork. Let's take the right path."

Rachel flushed and hurriedly turned away. I wondered why, then looked more carefully—her body ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was trembling slightly, as if she were enduring something.

Throb.

My cock bobbed up and down. Pre-cum that had gathered on the glans dripped to the floor.

Pre-cum? I wasn't even touching myself.

Belatedly I realized I was sexually aroused. I searched for the cause. Looking at Rachel's body? That alone wasn't enough to explain such a sudden spike.

There was only one likely culprit.

That plant earlier…. The pollen the Eplacia scattered. It must have an aphrodisiac effect. That would explain it.

This was an erotic trap dungeon. An aphrodisiac was hardly out of place.

I'm this far gone just standing at a distance…. Rachel was right next to the Eplacia. She must be in far worse shape.