The Academy's Savior

We spent a fair amount of time in the rest area.

Once the shower was done, it wasn't just the refreshing feeling that returned — my hypersensitive body settled back to normal. The effects of Eplacia's powder had worn off.

The fridge held drinks and boxed lunches. Like the sushi from earlier, the lunch boxes were delicious too.

The inconvenience was that we always had to use everything together. The fridge, the bathroom — all of it.

We've seen every side of each other — the flattering and the unflattering — so her affinity's climbing fast.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, we went to the bed together and lay down.

We stripped without a second thought and climbed onto the mattress. We were two people who'd already pissed all over each other. Being naked wasn't going to embarrass us at this point.

…Though Rachel still seemed a little self-conscious.

There was one pillow and no blanket. I gladly gave her the pillow. I didn't miss the blanket — the room temperature was perfect, and a cover would have felt more like a nuisance than comfort.

The bed was soft. A super-single was a bit tight for two people, but we were grateful just to have it.

Beep!

An illustration appeared on the previously blank ceiling — a man giving a woman an arm pillow, his free hand cupping her breast.

We exchanged glances.

"We're already lying down. Can't we just ignore it?"

"I agree with you, President. We're already in bed — what more do they want?"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

It was loud. Even if we'd tried to sleep, the noise itself was unbearable — like someone driving a sharp awl into our eardrums.

"…Yujin. There's no way we're sleeping like this. Let's just do what it says."

She sighed and handed me the pillow. I stretched my right arm out for her. She rested her head on it and settled in.

Beep!

"Haa. Yujin. You can touch my chest."

"…Excuse me, then."

"Don't say it like that. It just makes it more embarrassing."

I slid the hand under her head downward and took hold of her breast. The first thing I felt was the weight — heavy, exactly as her size promised. Soft, and warm.

Beep!

Even following the illustration, the dungeon still wasn't satisfied.

"What's the problem?"

"President. I think we need to get closer."

"We're already plenty close…"

Rachel shifted toward me.

Beep!

Closer still.

In the end, Rachel wasn't resting on my arm so much as leaning against my shoulder. Close enough that we could feel each other's breath. The dungeon seemed content and stopped objecting. We looked at each other like a pair of lovers. Rachel's face flushed by degrees, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

And so the first day in the erotic trap dungeon came to an end.

When we woke, we showered together and headed for the next room.

The rest area was comfortable, but we couldn't stay forever.

A full day has passed with no rescue. Odds are better than ninety percent that time outside is frozen.

There was no point hoping for help from the outside. We had to clear the dungeon ourselves and push forward.

The fridge only stocked one meal's worth of food. Even rationing, a day is the limit.

There were repeating rooms, so another rest area would turn up eventually.

It stood three meters tall. The grotesque thing between its legs was every bit as oversized as the rest of it. Was there a woman alive who could take that? It looked like it would tear a lower body in half just trying.

"UWOOOOOOOH!"

The rutting giant bellowed and charged straight at Rachel.

Disgusting bastard. How dare you go after my woman.

But I didn't even need to step in. Blessed Rachel slipped past the giant's hand and cleanly severed its neck.

"Easier than the black dog or Eplacia from yesterday."

"Still, don't let your guard down."

"I never do."

A ridiculous room. Ten packaged condoms sat alone in the center of the floor.

Rachel and I both froze. Condoms were practically synonymous with sex — but you didn't need sex to use one.

Should I ask her to have sex? No. Our first time is bareback, creampie, no question. Like hell I'm using a condom for that.

Leaving the flustered Rachel behind, I picked up a condom. Riiip. I tore the package open and rolled the rubber down over my cock. At 0.01 mm it was extremely thin — but that didn't erase the sensation of something covering me. It felt stifling.

I stroked myself through the condom. After half an hour of thrashing around, I somehow managed one ejaculation. Even after I pulled out, the condom was swollen like a water balloon with cum. I tied off the tip, thinking I might as well throw the cum balloon at the wall for stress relief.

It had become an item. With no idea what monsters we'd face next, something like this was too valuable to throw away. I handed the Condom Bomb to Rachel.

"President. You should take this. It'll help if things get dangerous."

"Uh… okay. We're not in a position to be picky…. …It's warm."

Rachel, who'd been standing apart, accepted the Condom Bomb with a complicated expression.

"But carrying these around is going to be a hassle."

"I could hold them, but since only you can use them, that becomes a problem in a crisis. Hmm. I've got an idea."

My solution was to hang the condoms from her bikini armor. Excessively perverted, sure — but for combat efficiency, it was the best option. Rachel sighed and accepted my suggestion.

"…Like I said, we're not in a position to be choosy, but…. Hoo…."

"President. Could I ask one favor?"

"A favor?"

"…It's hard to get myself off like this. The last one took thirty minutes, and the next ones will probably take even longer. So… I'd like to masturbate while looking at your body."

"That's…"

Rachel hesitated, then nodded.

"We can't spend forever in this room… so I suppose we have no choice."

She stripped and struck various poses. I managed to finish three times using her body as material, but after that it got difficult.

"President! Show me the dance you did yesterday!"

"This is so embarrassing…"

Even so, she got down on the floor and shook her hips for me. Her pussy was wet and glistening despite the complete absence of any aphrodisiac effect.

The last two were the real hurdle. Three hours of nothing but stroking had pushed me to my limit.

"…I'll help."

The President reached out, wrapping one hand around my cock and fondling my balls with the other — the same handjob as yesterday.

I came twice in twenty minutes.

Once all ten condoms were used, the door opened and we moved on. Ten Condom Bombs dangled from the panties of her bikini armor, swaying with every step. A magnificent condom skirt.

Another lewd pose.

The Jack-O Challenge, I think it was called — arms and upper body pressed to the floor, hips raised high. The key ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was spreading the feet as wide as possible to either side. The result was a perfect position for taking someone from behind.

From Rachel's smooth, completely hairless pussy, juices dripped steadily onto the floor.

"Hyaah…! Y-you're really good at this."

"Haha. I'm pretty confident in my massage skills. My mom likes the ones I give her too."

A room for caressing each other's bodies.

A room for rest also appeared.

Under the pretext of washing her, I got to touch Rachel's body all over. We squeezed into a one-person tub together. Her enormous breasts floated on the surface of the water.

As a reward, we received water and a boxed lunch.

Three black dogs. The difficulty had risen, but we cleared it surprisingly easily — the Condom Bombs were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far more powerful than expected. A single bomb vaporized all three dogs. The explosion was large enough to fill half the room, yet neither of us took any damage.

"…I never imagined they'd hit this hard. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much…"

"Haha…. Hope more condoms show up next time."

She ran her fingers over the condom skirt — more carefully than before.

The reward was two ice creams. We ate them on the spot and moved on.

I shook my cock. She shook her hips.

Rachel's massive breasts bounced so violently it was hard to focus on the ball.

I lost the table tennis match. I needed to keep my body in poor condition, so I played halfheartedly and threw the games. Fortunately, the dungeon didn't call us out for match-fixing.

"Table tennis…. It's been a while. That was fun."

"President…. Go a little easier on me, would you?"

"That was me going easy. Though I still have no idea what this dungeon is thinking. Why table tennis, of all things?"

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"This dungeon was never normal to begin with."

And so we cleared the rooms one by one.

A rest area. It was a bit early to sleep, but fatigue had built up, so we decided to spend the night there.

The conditions, however, were different from yesterday.

"……"

"……"

We looked at each other.

A kiss.

You could argue that two people who'd already jerked off face-to-face had nothing left to be shy about — but kissing and sex meant different things. The body might permit it; the heart might not. Something like that.

"W-we've come this far. Backing out now would be even weirder."

Rachel stepped right up to me. I focused mana into my ears and sharpened my hearing. I could hear her heart hammering.

"Even if it's with me — is that all right?"

"…You know we don't have a choice."

"That's not what I'm asking."

Rachel tried to dodge the question. I pulled her in by the waist with one arm. Her waist was trembling.

Her enormous breasts pressed against my flat chest and flattened. The sensation was intoxicatingly soft.

My cock brushed against her lower abdomen — soft yet firm. What state was the womb beyond that flesh in right now?

"…It's fine."

Our lips met.

The moment they touched, Rachel's body flinched. Her blue eyes wavered. Anyone could tell this was her first kiss.

Beep!

I used my tongue the way the dungeon wanted. I stuck it out and tapped against her pink lips like a knock. She seemed tense, but reluctantly parted them just a little. The gap was too narrow for a tongue, but I pushed in insistently.

"Mmnh…. Nngh."

My tongue invaded her mouth. Hers froze, not knowing what to do. Mine slowly brushed against it. Her tongue stirred, as if waking from sleep, and began to move little by little.

One minute into the kiss, a notification window appeared.

A buff this good from just one minute of kissing? Incredible.

By the ten-minute mark, her attitude had completely transformed.

"Chuuup, mmph, churp… haaung… haa. Mmph."

The virgin who'd gone rigid at the mere touch of lips was now actively craving my tongue and saliva.

Both of my hands settled on Rachel's enormous ass. She flinched, but didn't break the kiss. If anything, she pulled me in tighter. I slowly kneaded her cheeks.

We kept going well past the dungeon's fifteen-minute requirement, devouring each other's lips without stopping.

And then, without a word, we did everything the same as yesterday. We went into the shower and washed together, pulled out the lunch boxes and drinks, and lay down on the bed in the exact same position as the night before.

Day three began with killing seven rutting goblins.

Things played out much like the day before. Combat rooms made up maybe twenty percent of the total. Another ten percent were bizarre rooms that left you scratching your head, and the remaining seventy percent existed purely for lewd acts.

The intensity kept climbing.

"What the hell is this…!"

Rachel glared fiercely at the dungeon ceiling. Not that the dungeon was going to flinch.

"Um. President?"

"Yes. Yes. Let's just get it over with and move on. Here — do it."

Rachel stepped in front of me. She cupped her enormous breasts with both hands and offered them up. Presented like that, the already massive pair looked even bigger.

The condition never said a man had to be the one to pull the nipples out… but whatever. This is what I wanted to do anyway.

I reached toward the large areolae that matched her huge breasts. I'd start with the right nipple.