Academy's Savior

It was bound to come to this.

Rachel didn't flinch. After everything the dungeon had already put them through, this was hardly difficult to predict. She'd had more than enough time to steel herself.

She dropped to her knees right in front of me, bringing her face level with my cock in a posture of careful formality.

For a split second I caught her nostrils flaring. Come to think of it, I hadn't washed after cumming earlier. More accurately, I hadn't been able to wash. The smell of semen on my cock had to be strong right now.

"I-I've never done anything like this before… so please understand if it's unpleasant."

"Unpleasant? It feels a little wrong to say this given the situation, but… I'm incredibly turned on. A beauty like you, Madam President, offering to suck my cock… what man would complain?"

"…Please don't put it like that. I'm embarrassed enough as it is…"

Even as she said ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it, she didn't seem to mind.

Her hand stroked along my shaft. Maybe the few times she'd already touched it had made her comfortable — she looked at my cock almost fondly. Not that its appearance had anything to do with "cute."

She carefully parted her lips. Her tongue, slick and glistening with a sheen of saliva, dragged once across my glans.

I shuddered without meaning to, and she jerked her tongue back in surprise. A smear of white clung to it — leftover semen from my tip that had transferred onto her tongue.

"Did that hurt?"

"The opposite. It felt so good I couldn't help it… How does it taste? Not disgusting, I hope?"

"It's not disgusting. The taste is… well, not as bad as I expected, I suppose."

She stuck her tongue out again and went back to lapping at me. It was ticklish. She worked at it with the single-minded focus of a child licking a sweet piece of candy.

Her affinity sat at 61 — on the high side. One of the effects of my skill, Golden Semen, was that the higher someone's affinity, the stronger and better my semen tasted to them.

Seong Ha-ri, whose affinity was maxed out, treated my cum like the rarest delicacy in existence and went into heat from the smell alone. She'd even orgasmed just from swallowing it a few times.

Rachel wouldn't be anywhere near that level, of course. But it would still taste good to her. There was no other explanation for the way she was licking me like this.

"Nngh. Madam President."

I lifted a hand and took hold of her head.

"Haa… Yes?"

Rachel finally looked up at me, still mid-lick. Her lips shone with spit, and a thread of saliva she hadn't managed to swallow ran down her chin.

"If you just keep licking, it's pure torture. I'd appreciate it if we moved on to the next step…"

"The next step… Right. Of course. We can't stay like this forever. I understand."

Rachel opened her mouth wide and took the head of my cock between her lips. Warmth and wetness enveloped me through the contact. She started sucking in earnest, the wet sounds of it loud and unmistakable. I kept my hand on her head and simply enjoyed her clumsy fellatio.

The longer it went on, the more skilled she became. I hadn't taught her a thing, yet she kept finding the spots that felt best. She even brought her hands into it, kneading my balls as she worked.

She had talent for this from the start.

The urge to cum surged up hard.

"Madam President…! I'm close…!"

"Mmhnn…"

I'd planned to pull out and finish on her face the moment she let go. But Rachel didn't take her mouth off me. If anything, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked even harder.

I stopped holding back. I came. Or rather — it would be more accurate to say she sucked it out of me.

"Kh—! Cough…!"

Too much hit her at once. She couldn't handle the volume and coughed it back up along with my cock, semen and all. Some of it must have gone up the wrong way — it leaked from her nostrils. She clapped both hands over her mouth in a panic.

"Are you all right?"

"I-I'm fine. Just startled… And the effects of your semen are remarkably potent."

Right — it had stat bonuses attached.

Doubling both defense and attack power was an absurdly strong effect.

Part of me wanted to ask her to take a dose every ten minutes… but even I couldn't push that far right now.

Either way, that cleared the room.

We pushed on into the next one.

We cleared twelve more rooms after that and finally collapsed in a rest chamber for the night.

The next day.

We'd gotten used to touching each other's bodies. I "accidentally" groped her breasts and ass a few times. Rachel didn't get angry. She treated it like a joke and swatted my cock with her open palm in return.

We were getting close, fast.

Like lovers. Or something beyond lovers.

At last — a room that let me touch Rachel's pussy with full legal cover.

"Madam President."

"…Please be gentle."

Rachel stripped off her bikini armor and got down on all fours on the floor, pushing her ass back toward me. Her heavy breasts hung down like a dairy cow's; they were so large her areolae actually brushed the ground.

"You're getting into position already?"

"I'd be too embarrassed facing you… And we have to do this anyway — what's the point of hesitating? I'm a virgin, so… please go easy. As for my hymen… don't worry about it. I've already made my peace."

Personally, I would have thought this position was the more embarrassing one. It put everything on full display — pussy and asshole both.

"I'll be as careful with your hymen as I can. Don't worry."

Break it with my fingers? That was something I couldn't forgive myself for either.

I looked back and forth between her pussy and my index finger. Even with a hymen intact, insertion wasn't impossible. One finger would fit without trouble. After that, it was just a matter of moving carefully.

I crouched behind her ass. One hand braced her hip for support while the other rubbed over her pussy. Her clit stood out, pointing down toward the floor.

Squish. Squish.

I'd barely started touching her and she was already soaked.

"Hnnngh! Yujin…? Aren't you going to put your finger in?"

"I need to loosen you up first. You trust me, don't you, Madam President?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

Rachel answered without a second thought. It hadn't even been a real question born of suspicion — she was too busy enjoying my touch to care. The way her pussy kept dripping without pause was proof enough.

I glanced at my palm. The whole thing glistened with her juices. All the filthy things the dungeon had forced on us had, without either of us quite noticing, turned her body into something that responded easily and intensely.

I gave her pussy a few light smacks with my open hand. Wet, meaty sounds filled the air.

"Hngh—!"

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠entrance clenched and released in a steady rhythm, like it was begging to be fucked.

Not happening. Be satisfied with fingers for now, pussy.

I checked the angle of the hole and the shape of her hymen carefully, then eased my index finger inside.

"Aaaahn!"

Rachel's hips trembled hard the moment she felt something foreign push into her. Her pussy clamped down tight around my finger.

I froze. One careless move here and the hymen would tear.

I held still until the tension eased and her grip relaxed. Only then did I push deeper — slowly, waiting for her pussy to get used to the intrusion. And once it had, I started fingering her in earnest.

"Nngh— haah— ahn…! Aahn! Ahn!"

Rachel didn't hold back for my sake at all. She moaned with pure, shameless lewdness — which also meant she no longer found any of this strange. She was treating it as natural.

Squish, squelch, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠schlick. Psssh!

I hadn't even been at it long before a jet of pussy juice sprayed straight into my face.

Bold little pussy.

I repaid the favor by driving my finger in deep.

A door opened in the far wall. The room was cleared. I pretended not to notice and kept fingering her, and Rachel was too lost in the pleasure to realize the door had opened at all.

"Hnnnnnn…"

After about three orgasms, Rachel couldn't hold her hips up anymore. Her upper body collapsed onto the floor. Her ass started to sag too, so I sat cross-legged, locked her legs between mine, and kept her hips from dropping. I fingered her like that for nearly a full hour.

Rachel passed out. Her soft pink pussy had turned an angry red.

"Madam President. I'm a little worn out. Mind if I drink some of your juices?"

"……"

"Madam President? I'll take that as permission."

I buried my face in her pussy. The thick scent of a bitch in heat rolled over me. The important detail here was that this pussy, reeking of pure female heat, still belonged to a virgin who'd never known a man.

"Hnn—! Hah…!"

I gripped her ass with both hands and sealed my mouth against her. I rubbed my lips slowly along her folds, then dragged my tongue from her clit all the way down to her entrance before pushing it inside.

"Haaaaahn!"

A few more pulls of my mouth and her juices gushed. I drank them down at a leisurely pace.

Satisfied, I finally pulled away. While waiting for her to come to, I spotted an anal plug lying off to the side.

…A clear reward? I was so focused on her pussy I almost missed it.

"Madam President. The defense on this thing is incredible. Since the opportunity's here, I'll put it in for you."

I picked up the plug and looked it over. Standard shape. Not too big — a reasonable size. I rubbed it against her pussy first, coating the surface in her juices, then worked a finger around her asshole until it loosened.

Once the tension had eased enough, I pushed the slick, juice-coated plug into her ass.

"Hgyaaaaah!"

A moment later she came to. She immediately registered the plug seated in her rear and went scarlet.

"W-when did you put this in?"

"I told you I was putting it in earlier… I guess you didn't hear me."

"I only remember you… sucking on me down there… Y-you can't just shove something like this in out of nowhere."

"It raises your defense, though. And you're fine with me sucking your pussy?"

"……My juices have buff effects. If you need them, just say so. I'll cooperate as much as you want. In exchange… when I need your semen, you'll cooperate too."

"Of course."

I cupped her cheek with one hand. Rachel's startled eyes wavered.

"Yujin?"

"The kiss buff wore off. Mind if I kiss you?"

"…If it's for the buff, I suppose there's no choice."

Her eyes drifted shut.

Our lips met.

"Mmh…"

A minute would have been enough for the buff. We kissed for over five.

And just like that, ten days had passed since we'd entered the dungeon.

Twenty black dogs charged the instant we stepped into the room.

Rachel calmly pulled a condom bomb from her hip and threw it. The pack went up in a single blast.

"Whew. They're coming in packs of twenty now. We've been in this dungeon for ten days… and who knows when the end of these rooms will finally show up…"

Rachel shook her head.

Her outfit had changed a little, too. The bikini armor was gone. In its place, a black heart-shaped sticker covered her pussy. Her chest matched — black heart-shaped nipple patches stuck over each nipple. The tips still poked up through the stickers, and her areolae spilled out around the edges in round curves. Ordinary nipple patches simply couldn't cover areolae that large.

Whenever her nipples inverted, I pulled them back out by hand. By this point, once I freed them, they stayed out for an hour or two.

"Madam President. The reward from this room is a jackpot."

"Condoms, maybe? I've only got four condom bombs left… I'd like to restock soon."

"A map. It shows the exact location of the final room. Roughly fifteen more rooms and we'll be there."

I pointed at the map. It was packed with square rooms, and for a map it behaved more like a navigation system. The red dot marked our position; the room stamped with a crown had to be the last one.

"……"

Rachel stared at that final room with a complicated expression — a face full of mixed feelings.

Neither of us said it out loud, but we both already knew what the condition for the last room would be.

There was only one thing we still hadn't done on the way here.