The Academy's Savior

Rachel's breasts were like perfectly ripe fruit. And their owner was thrusting them toward me as if inviting me to eat.

I swallowed hard at the sheer, overwhelming weight of those breasts and reached out. My fingers met pure white flesh. Having touched countless breasts, I always noticed how each woman's felt similar yet different.

Rachel's lacked firmness, but they were soft and yielding. When I pressed my fingers in, they sank deep into her flesh—as if her breasts were embracing my fingers.

"Hah... Just kneading them won't bring my nipples out."

"Ah, sorry, President. I figured I should loosen them up first."

"...How do you 'loosen' breasts? It's not like they're tangled..."

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"It's not that... Mmm, do as you like. I'll leave everything to you, Yujin."

I kept massaging her breasts without rest for five full minutes. Rachel's expression and the air around her grew heated.

Next target: the areolas at the center of her breasts. They'd looked large from a distance, but up close they seemed even bigger—a pretty pink. At the center of each was a cleft shaped like a dash, and her nipples were hidden inside those slits. Perhaps because the nipples were inverted, the areolas themselves protruded forward. If the nipples came out on top of that, her breasts would take on a thoroughly lewd shape.

Rachel and I had cleared countless erotic rooms in the Ero Dungeon by now. Nothing had been truly life-threatening, but true to an erotic trap dungeon, there had been plenty of lewd situations. We'd reached the point where neither of us batted an eye at being naked in front of the other.

And yet, even so, I had never once seen Rachel's nipples. She was far too shy for that.

Even when she masturbated, even when she orgasmed, Rachel's nipples stayed inverted.

I gently brushed the tip of my finger against her areola. Her body flinched. She was reacting more sensitively than when I'd been kneading her breasts. I kept teasing her areola, savoring her twitching responses.

"Hah, hahk... hnn..."

I slipped a finger into her right areola. It pushed into the cleft. Something hard met my fingertip—the hidden nipple. It was buried surprisingly deep.

"Hah... Aah...!"

Just inserting my finger into the cleft and moving it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a little made Rachel's hips tremble; she could barely hold herself up. I'd guessed her nipples were erogenous zones, but I hadn't expected this level of sensitivity.

"President, are you all right?"

"I-I'm fine. Mmm... Could we... sit down for this?"

"Of course."

There were no chairs, so I simply sat on the floor. Rachel looked down at me and hesitated for a moment—because of my fully erect cock. But it was only a moment. She carefully sat in front of me.

"President, I need to be closer to touch your breasts properly. Could you come nearer?"

"That... makes sense..."

She swallowed dryly and scooted closer. I kept requesting adjustments for "convenience," and she complied obediently. The end result: she was straddling my thighs, her breasts right in front of my face.

"President, I'm going to suck on your breasts for a bit."

"...What? S-suck on them?"

"Nipples are meant to be sucked. I'll use them for their original purpose and pull them out."

"Ah... okay."

Anyone listening would have called it nonsense. But she nodded readily.

I opened my mouth wide and took her breast in. A mass of soft flesh filled my mouth. I wanted to bite down hard, but that would have been a disaster.

I sucked vigorously—not gently. Still no sign of the nipple emerging. So I used my tongue, slipping it into the cleft of her areola to stimulate the nipple directly.

"Haaaaaah!"

The nipple still wouldn't come out, but Rachel's reaction was intense. Her hips went slack and she leaned against my upper body. Warm liquid wet my thigh—her juices, no doubt.

I kept sucking. For a full ten minutes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of intense suction. Rachel climaxed twice from her nipples alone. And still the nipples showed no sign of emerging.

No choice, then...

I held one breast steady with one hand and forced a finger into the areola, pinching the nipple and yanking it out.

"Hnnnnngh...!"

Rachel threw her head back, trembling violently.

"President, it's coming out. Just hold on a little longer."

I applied more force.

And at last the nipple popped free. The cleft vanished, and a pink nipple was exposed. Glistening with my saliva, it was surprisingly large. To think something like this had been hidden inside the areola... remarkable.

A notification window appeared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before both our eyes.

No change in my body. So the one whose stats rose is Rachel...

Pulling out her nipples counted as an awakening? Absurd. She seemed to feel the same way.

I pulled out the left nipple as well. Her fully completed breasts looked less beautiful than lewd.

The door to the next room opened.

"President, how do you feel?"

"...A little refreshed, maybe? It could be because of the stat boost."

The next room was a handjob room. I presented my cock to her, and she simply reached over from beside me and took hold of it, stroking back and forth.

"President, mind if I touch your breasts? I think I'll finish faster that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way."

"...Sure. Breasts are fine..."

I draped an arm over her shoulder, reached down, and cupped her breast, slowly kneading the heavy flesh.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Her touch was more refined than the first time she'd given me a handjob. I started to come. A massive load of semen dirtied the floor, and we cleared the room.

We headed through the door toward the next chamber. Just before entering, I made a suggestion.

"President, the next room might be a combat room. Shouldn't we prepare for that? We've managed so far, but the combat rooms keep getting harder."

"We already go in braced for anything. There's no letting our guard down."

"True, but I think we should prepare more thoroughly. As you know, we only have one life each."

"I understand what you mean. But what kind of preparation?"

"There's a way to get buffs, isn't there?"

"Don't tell me..."

"Yes. Exactly what you're thinking. I won't force you. The choice is yours, President."

"......"

She thought it over, then spoke.

"It's not a bad idea. Ending fights quickly reduces fatigue, and less fatigue means we can clear more rooms. No reason to refuse."

"Then I'll take that as permission... May I?"

"...Yes."

Rachel blushed shyly and nodded.

I stepped closer and set my hands on her full hips—right at the boundary between waist and ass, the perfect place to hold. She flinched in surprise but said nothing.

Our faces drew near, and our lips met. I immediately pushed my tongue into her mouth.

"Mm... slurp, ahnn..."

Tongue and saliva mixed thickly for a full minute.

After confirming the buff, we parted our lips. Rachel wore a dazed expression. A lewd string of saliva stretched between our mouths before breaking.

Next, my gaze went to her large breasts. The nipples I'd worked so hard to pull out had retreated back into her areolas within fifteen minutes.

"I'm doing it."

"B-be careful. They're sensitive there."

"Of course."

I slipped my fingers into the protruding areolas and pulled the nipples free. Having done it once, I had the knack now—it didn't take long.

In under five minutes, all her stats had risen by 130%.

"Blessing."

A womb tattoo even appeared on Rachel's lower abdomen. She stroked her belly with a strange expression.

"I've definitely gotten stronger. Power is overflowing through my body. I feel like I could beat any monster in any room."

"I like the confidence. Come on—let's go in."

Unlike the rooms we'd entered so far, this one was dark and extremely humid. Sticky spiderwebs filled every corner, and in a ceiling alcove a giant spider nearly five meters across fixed us with glowing red eyes.

"Haaaah!"

Rachel shouted a battle cry and charged the giant spider. It seemed reckless—but her stats were massively boosted by the buffs.

Her rush was so fast even I could barely react. The spider was no different. It tried to dodge sideways, but too late. It paid with two of its legs.

Kyaaaaaaah!

The spider aimed its fangs at Rachel. Clear venom sprayed from them and washed over her. She sidestepped the spray, closed in, and cleaved the spider's body with the Hero's Sword.

The fight was over in less than a minute.

"...Whew. Done."

I approached her, frowning.

"Did you really have to fight like that?"

Rachel hadn't completely avoided the spider's venom. Her left arm was swollen red—not melting, but lightly burned.

"Monsters should be dealt with as quickly as possible. And... I have you, Yujin."

Rachel grinned bashfully. I sighed in resignation and used my staff to heal her left arm.

A reward dropped from the room.

They were band-style stockings that covered halfway up the thighs. Wearing both would grant a total of 40 defense.

"From that bizarre armor to stockings... our fashion is getting more and more ridiculous."

She couldn't refuse just because they looked strange. Wearing them raised defense, after all.

"Still better than bikini armor, isn't it?"

"...Mm. I can't argue with that."

She left the room and put the stockings on in the corridor. The spider room's humidity had been too unpleasant.

Before entering the next room, she and I kissed again.

"The next one might be a combat room too. The fight could drag on. So let's refresh the buffs."

"...Okay. No harm in preparing thoroughly."

Smack.

We kissed, confirmed her nipples were properly out, and entered the room.

Here it came.