Savior of the Academy
The end was finally coming into view.
Having grown thoroughly familiar with this dungeon, we stoked our motivation once more and pushed on into the next room.
Follow the picture on the wall.
By now, the dungeon's instructions had become routine.
I looked at the mural. A man stood upright while a woman knelt behind him, her face pressed against his ass.
The moment Rachel saw the mural, she moved behind me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Without a shred of hesitation she dropped to her knees, planted both hands on my ass, and settled in. This was the eighth time we'd seen this particular mural. The girl who'd once been reluctant about it had long since grown used to the act.
"I'll start."
The instant she spoke, her face pressed against my ass. I could feel the delicate shape of her features through the flesh. Then came her warm breath and the wet heat of her tongue against my hole.
She licked around the rim, occasionally pressing inward, and once she'd settled into a rhythm she switched to sucking. For an eighth attempt, her rimjob technique was almost unbelievable.
She learned that from me.
In the erotic dungeon, the roles between man and woman flipped often enough. Right now I was on the receiving end, but plenty of times it had been her turn. I'd rimmed her six times myself.
"Haa… hnn…."
The hands gripping my ass slid forward, finding my cock and balls with easy familiarity. The combination of a rimjob and a handjob was pure bliss.
I twitched and shuddered under her touch. Every time I did, Rachel only grew more enthusiastic.
"Ah— President. I'm cumming…!"
I clenched my legs and started to shoot. White ropes of cum arced through the air in a long parabola. The volume was nothing to sneeze at, and the distance easily cleared three meters. The moment I finished, the room registered as cleared and the door swung open.
Rachel, however, showed no interest in stopping. She kept hold of my still-hard cock and began stroking it again, her tongue still working at my ass the entire time.
Defeat Mechadix.
Of all the monsters in this erotic dungeon, Mechadix was the most troublesome. A massive mechanical beast whose attacks barely registered against its armor. Call it defense, call it whatever you want — those steel plates were absurdly tough. A fight with one never took less than ten minutes.
Worse still, its attack range covered the entire room. Mechanical tentacles erupted from every surface, lunging at man and woman alike without discrimination. Just looking at them was enough to turn your stomach.
I'd rather fight twenty black dogs.
Twenty black dogs could be handled with a single condom bomb. They were just horny mutts — no flanking, no tactics, nothing but a straight charge.
Mechadix rooms did have one upside. Clearing one guaranteed a reward. We'd cleared six so far, and every single one had dropped something.
"This finishes it!"
Rachel strode to the center of the room, where Mechadix stood like a pillar, and drove the Hero's Sword home. The blade punched through the shattered plating and destroyed the core. Mechadix vanished, leaving nothing behind but a small postcard lying alone on the floor.
"A postcard? It can't be an ordinary one. What kind of ability does it— wait…."
Rachel's expression went rigid the moment she picked it up. Whatever effect it had, it wasn't trivial. Could be something as ridiculous as the condom bomb, for all we knew.
Curiosity got the better of me. I stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder.
◈ Tear the postcard to escape the dungeon.
"……."
My face hardened too.
Then I relaxed it just as quickly.
If this thing had dropped early in the dungeon, we would have torn it without a second thought.
Too late. Way too late.
Someone might argue it still wasn't too late — that we could just walk out right now. But—
The end of the dungeon is right in front of us.
As early as today. Tomorrow at the latest. We could reach the final room.
If the dungeon had been genuinely hard, quitting might have been on the table. But we already had everything we needed. Whatever filthy act the dungeon threw at us, we could do it without flinching. The dungeon wasn't difficult anymore.
Give up when the finish line is in sight? That'd be a waste.
In this world, special dungeons were both avoided and coveted. They were harder and more demanding than ordinary ones, but the rewards more than made up for it. Stories of heroes whose entire lives changed after clearing a special dungeon were easy enough to find online.
"…Wouldn't it be a shame to stop here?"
Rachel spoke first.
"Agreed. Far too wasteful. The end is right in front of us. A dungeon this annoying is bound to pay out something massive."
"And we're fully prepared to clear it. That would be the perfect way to stick it to this goddamn place."
Our conclusion was unanimous.
We would not abandon the dungeon.
We kept the postcard, though. There was no telling what kind of nightmare might be waiting in the final room. Having an insurance policy wasn't a bad idea.
We headed for the next chamber. And before stepping through the door, we kissed — as a matter of course. Kissing granted a buff.
Her tongue slid into my mouth and coiled wetly around mine. One of my hands kneaded her ass while the other worked her breast, and I savored every second of it.
"Hnn… mmph… chup…."
The kiss buff only took a minute to apply, but we kept at it for nearly five.
Afterward I peeled off her nipple patches and played with her nipples, tugging them so they wouldn't invert again.
"Haaang—"
Her nipples were so sensitive that mere touch was enough to make her melt. I took my time enjoying her reactions.
We cleared at least fifteen rooms a day. Which meant sticky, lingering kisses like this fifteen times a day or more. Doing that much kissing, it was impossible not to grow closer.
Rachel Craig's Affinity:73
Her affinity had long since passed seventy. Crossing that threshold let me read her thoughts as well.
Kissing feels so good…. Yujin's saliva tastes nice.
Not just her body — her mind had gone thoroughly lewd as well.
Dance.
Every so often the dungeon issued instructions that almost seemed designed for our mental health.
Dance. Play table tennis. Take a nap. Soak in a hot spring. It had even ordered us to watch a movie once — an R-rated porno, of course.
Either way, it said dance, so we danced. Upbeat music blared from the ceiling, so there was no awkward freestyling in silence. The room was dim enough that it almost felt like a club.
Without anyone telling us to, we shed our cumbersome gear. We danced nearly naked. We'd gotten far too used to being bare.
I approached Rachel mid-dance and asked playfully,
"Here alone?"
"Yes. You too?"
"Somehow it just worked out that way. Want to dance together?"
"I'd like that."
We danced close enough that our breath mingled. Her massive breasts bounced and rubbed against my body, and my cock slapped relentlessly against her lower belly.
When the music shifted, so did her dancing. She turned her back to me, bent her knees slightly, and pushed her ass out toward me.
She ground that soaked pussy and plug-filled asshole against me without a shred of shame. This wasn't a virgin anymore — this was a full-blown slut.
I want to have sex. I want to have sex. Sex….
Even her mind was completely in heat.
Given everything we'd done that came right up to the edge of actual sex without ever crossing it, it was hardly surprising.
If I "accidentally" grabbed my cock and pushed it into her pussy, Rachel wouldn't get angry — she'd be delighted.
But I held back. Now wasn't the time.
"President. My throat's suddenly dry… mind if I drink some of your pussy juice?"
"Ah…. Be my guest. Here."
Rachel pushed her ass out even farther. I crouched behind her until I was eye-level with her pussy. Arousal dripped down her stiff, protruding clit. All I had to do was put my mouth there and drink.
Schlick.
I slid my outstretched index finger into her virgin pussy. It clenched around the finger like it had been waiting. I pumped slowly while opening my mouth and covering her mound and clit.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
"Hnn… ahn… aaahn…!"
Every time my finger moved, pussy juice gushed out and ran down. I drank it without hesitation. The juice carried a buff that washed away fatigue — and whether it was a dungeon effect or not, it tasted sweet and pleasant.
Once I'd quenched my thirst, I pulled away. Looking at her thoroughly soaked lower half made my cock throb with need.
Calm down. Not yet.
The end of the dungeon was close.
Twelve rooms left.
Strike the pussy with your cock one hundred times.
Now that was a novel instruction.
First time for this one, but the setup was over in seconds. She lay naked on the floor, thighs spread wide and pressed flat against the ground — like a frog on its back — then tilted her hips up slightly to put her pussy on full display.
That pink, protruding clit drew the eye more than anything else.
It was already big, but… it looks even bigger than when I first saw it.
Not a single hair on that clean, pale pussy. The smooth white mound only made the clit stand out more.
"Yujin. Let's get this done quickly. We're almost at the end of the dungeon."
"If I hit too lightly, the dungeon probably won't count it. I'll manage the force."
Sitting between her legs, I swung my hips and cracked my cock against her pussy.
Slap!
Her pussy flinched.
"Ugh…."
Already wet, the hole fluttered open and spat out more juice.
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. Hurry — just finish it. The longer this kind of thing goes, the more it starts to hurt."
She said it primly enough. But what was she really thinking?
What do I do? Getting my pussy hit feels way too good. If Yujin's cock accidentally slips inside….
Rachel was nursing a peculiar kind of anticipation.
But as if I couldn't control my own cock. I swung with full confidence.
Thwack! Slap! Thud! Splat, splat!
I adjusted the force as I clubbed her pussy with my cock. Straight on, glancing blows across the labia, jabbing strikes against the clit. I hit her every way I could think of. Her pussy, swollen red, just kept leaking juice.
My pussy hurts. It hurts… but it feels good… ahn….
Rachel, the one taking the hits, had her eyes rolled back and her body trembling. Her tongue hung out; she couldn't even swallow her own drool.
Splat!
The hundredth and final strike. I crushed her clit under the blow.
"Haaaaang…!"
She punctuated the finale with a spectacular squirt.