The Academy's Savior

I stepped into the room.

Two things waited inside. At the center, a slender pole rose from a small stage and connected to the ceiling. In front of it sat a single chair, alone and conspicuous.

I knew what this was the moment I saw it.

Pole dancing.

Given this dungeon's particular nature, it would almost certainly be the strip variety.

Rachel had clearly reached the same conclusion — her face was flushed a deep red. The Eplacia pollen was playing its part as well. Under its influence, her body had become exquisitely, painfully sensitive.

Upbeat music poured from the ceiling as a hologram materialized on the stage. A male hologram sat in the chair while a woman in a bikini gripped the pole and began to dance. The routine was elegant, fierce, and unmistakably erotic — complete with high-difficulty moves no ordinary person could hope to copy.

Then the song turned thick and sultry, and the female hologram peeled off her bikini top. Her breasts bounced hard with every motion. The dance grew filthier still, a blatant sexual pitch. She worked her chest into the center of every move, then stripped the bottoms as well. She ground herself against the pole, dropped to all fours facing the male hologram, and twerked with her ass thrust high. She even kicked a leg skyward to put her pussy on full display.

For the finale, the holographic woman straddled the seated man's thigh and writhed right in his face. Then the hologram vanished.

"……."

"……."

A crushing silence settled over the room.

About a minute later the hologram reappeared and began the dance again.

Rachel let out a long breath.

"Haa. Let's get started."

"…Are you all right with this?"

"The dungeon is ordering it. We don't have a choice. We have to do it if we want the next room. And… I've already steeled myself to show you my naked body. I've seen yours. If I back out now, I'd just be a selfish bitch."

I sat in the chair and set my staff beside it. Even without the staff in hand, my cock stood rigid and hard.

Rachel laid the Hero's Sword on the floor and climbed onto the stage. The lively music filled the room. She gripped the pole and drew several deep, steadying breaths, as if bracing herself.

"…This is nothing."

She muttered it under her breath and began to dance.

Pole dancing. A dance built around a vertical bar. It looked easy once you had hold of the pole — that was an illusion. The pole constrained every movement and made everything harder. The advanced techniques demanded exceptional core strength.

Rachel danced with real elegance. She wasn't some civilian; she was an Academy student — the student council president, no less.

The problem was those enormous breasts. They swung so violently that most of the elegance simply vanished. With tits like that, she looked less like a dancer and more like a dairy cow performing on stage.

The music shifted.

Rachel hesitated for a beat, then tore off the bikini armor covering her chest.

My mouth fell open without permission. The sheer presence of those swaying I-cup monsters was overwhelming. My eyes kept snagging on the pink areolae that jutted forward, full and plump. Inverted nipples. Even with her breasts thrashing that hard, the nipples showed no sign of emerging.

She's got to be wildly aroused from the pollen, and they're still like that… So those are the kind of inverted nipples you have to dig out by hand.

Rachel's breasts were a marvel. The slightest motion set them surging and rolling.

I watched her dance as if entranced. Pre-cum was already dripping steadily from the tip of my upright cock.

"Hahk… hahk… hah…"

We were close enough that her breathing cut straight through the music and reached my ears.

Was she hitting her physical limit? Or was something else making her pant like that? I could rule out the first with absolute certainty. No matter how fiercely she danced, her stamina was C+ — a level no ordinary person could touch. A few minutes of dancing would never tire her out.

"Hah…"

Her eyes looked slightly unfocused. I was watching her, and she was watching me — watching my cock. Her whole body gleamed with sweat. One hand, still working the pole as she rose and fell, drifted toward her waist.

The fingers that closed on her bikini bottoms hesitated for a fraction of a second.

That hesitation, shorter than a single beat, was swept away by the sticky music. Her hand dragged the bikini bottoms down. They slid over her thick thighs and dropped to the stage with a soft thud.

My eyes went wide at the sight of her pussy. For a moment I forgot to breathe, every scrap of my vision locked between her legs.

A bare, hairless pussy. Not natural — she clearly kept it carefully maintained. The slit was a neat pink line, pressed closed. But her clitoris stood out prominently. She had a large one.

Her lower body was completely drenched in an unmistakable flood of arousal, the glistening folds of her tight entrance catching the ambient light with a luminous sheen that shimmered brightly against her pale skin.

While an innocent onlooker might have mistakenly dismissed the glistening moisture as a mere layer of perspiration from her exertion, the undeniably viscous, glossy texture clinging to her intimate passage left absolutely no doubt that she was dripping entirely with her own sweet juices.

Rachel danced in a trance. Elegance was gone. Grace was gone. This was pure instinct — a mating dance meant to seduce a man.

Thud.

Her knees hit the floor. She hadn't fallen. She had dropped herself deliberately ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠onto all fours. Her ass turned toward me. Thanks to the raised stage, we were at perfect eye level. Between the split of her cheeks, her pussy and asshole were on full, unobstructed display. She rolled her hips slowly, making that protruding clit tremble ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on its own. Her pink anus was clenched tight in a neat chrysanthemum bud.

"Hnn… hahk… haaah…"

Her breathing had changed. This was closer to a moan she was desperately trying to smother. A female's voice.

Her ass began to bounce. It started slow, like an engine turning over. Then it sped up, the flesh of her cheeks rippling in waves. Her pressed-together labia parted, and the virgin hole — hymen clearly visible — fluttered open and shut.

Splat. Spurt. Splat-splat!

A tide of fluid sprayed from that pretty pink pussy and fouled the stage floor. Some of it even hit my face.

"Hwaaaaah…"

She had climaxed while twerking — while presenting her pussy and asshole to me. Even accounting for the aphrodisiac, it was impressive. Her upper body flattened against the floor. She kept twerking with only her ass raised high.

When the squirting finally stopped, she rose on trembling legs. She walked toward me to finish the routine, her face slack and dazed with pleasure. As if possessed, she climbed onto my lap and straddled my thighs.

My erect cock pressed against her pussy.

"Hahk… hah…"

Rachel gripped my shoulders and began to rock. Cock and pussy ground together. Her bean-hard clit caught in the cleft of my glans, then slid down the full length of my shaft in one stroke. Soft pussy flesh clung to the pillar of my cock. The image of a slug crawling up a wall floated unbidden through my mind.

"Aah… ahn…!"

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

Her juices and my pre-cum mixed into an obscenely wet sound.

The music ended.

Behind her, I could see the door standing open. But I didn't stop her hips.

Her hands clenched hard on my shoulders. She ducked her head and worked her mouth soundlessly. Spit dripped from her lips.

I felt the gush of fluid from her pussy through my cock. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I couldn't hold back either — I came. White semen painted both our stomachs. We stayed like that in silence, savoring the afterglow.

About thirty seconds later, Rachel scrambled off me, face scarlet.

"W-we cleared the room!"

"Yes. You did well."

Neither of us said a word about the fluids coating our bodies. Instead we turned our backs on each other and cleaned up.

I glanced at the stage. A pool of her juices had gathered there.

I was tempted to try a taste, but the atmosphere made me leave it alone.

"Hnnk… hah…"

Rachel was squatting, wiping the juices and semen from her pussy with her palm. I stole a look. She managed to get the semen off, but every time she touched herself more fluid welled up — a hamster wheel with no end. She finally gave up and put the micro bikini armor back on. Juices still seeped out along the edges of the fabric.

"L-let's move to the next room."

A relatively easy room.

Nude? We had already seen each other naked. Once you'd done it, a second time was nothing.

Rachel stripped off the bikini armor again. Her pussy was still slick and wet. She hooked one leg and lifted it high — an I-pose.

I lay beneath her and held a bridge. There was no other position available. The dungeon dictated both the spot and the pose.

Directly above me was that pink pussy. Maybe she could feel my gaze on it. It twitched. The jutting clit looked like it was screaming to be touched, and her labia fluttered as if mouthing silent words.

Her hole clenched and unclenched, dripping juices onto my face.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't want to be like this… but my body's been burning since earlier and I can't stop it…. I-I think it's the plant's pollen."

"I understand. My body is burning too."

"Ah…"

Rachel's eyes dropped to my cock, thrown into sharp relief by the bridge position. Pre-cum was trailing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from it in long strings.

"…Aren't you tired? Seong, your condition isn't good to begin with."

"…This is a little awkward to say, but… drinking the president's juices somehow gave me a strange burst of strength."

"Y-you drank that?!"

"It dripped onto my face. I didn't have a choice."

"Haaa…. That's so embarrassing…."

Embarrassed or not, the flow of her juices only increased. Of course, I didn't point that out.

This room gave us a reward: two sushi bento boxes and two water bottles. We ate right there.

"It's delicious…! This is the best sushi I've ever had!"

"Agreed."

It was good enough to satisfy even my picky palate.

A full stomach restored our energy. Rachel and I burned with the will to clear this place and headed for the next room.

Another plant monster spewing aphrodisiac pollen appeared. Rachel's face crumpled at once.

"…I hate this plant monster more than anything."

"The longer we fight it, the more we lose. Let's finish this fast. Blessing!"

"Haaaah!"

Eplacia always exploded on death. We got doused in aphrodisiac pollen and our bodies became even more sensitive than before.

The pose was more explicit than the last one.

Rachel sighed softly but took the position. Same as before — one leg raised high in an I-pose.

"Come on, Seong. Let's get this over with."

"…Yes. Understood."

I moved in close. My pose was simple: stand beside Rachel. The distance between cock and pussy shrank until only three centimeters remained.I could feel the suffocating heat and slick moisture of her tight entrance pressing against my sensitive glans. One small push of the hips and I'd be inside her.

Another notification window. The meaning was simple.

"P-President."

"…I'm fine. Do whatever this damn dungeon wants."

Permission granted. I pressed my cock against her dripping pussy.

Schlick.

The rigid head of my cock parted her drenched folds with a slick, intensely sensitive sound, causing her tight inner entrance to twitch rhythmically as if desperately straining to swallow the intrusive tip deeper into her virgin passage.

Every single primal instinct inside my mind screamed with an overwhelming urge to drive my entire length forward, fully burying my throbbing shaft into the pitiful depths of that unyielding, untouched hole.

No need to rush.

For now, I would simply enjoy this erotic trap dungeon.

"Hahk… hah…"

Rachel gasped and somehow held on for the full ten minutes.

The instant the timer ended, I deliberately flicked her clit with my cock as I pulled away.

"Hiiiiiit?!"

Rachel shuddered violently and sprayed a fountain of juices.

"President?!"

"I-I'm fine. It's just the pollen. Don't worry about it. I-I can still move."

She said that, but we didn't move right away. We rested a little before entering the next room.