03. Another Dungeon.
03. Another Dungeon.
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After eating dinner, Noona and I went into a cafe.
It was just a little past 7 o'clock.
When I said I wanted to hear about her time as an adventurer, Noona nodded and opened her mouth.
To summarize briefly, she said she had also become an adventurer with a dream. She caught monsters while suppressing the nausea rising from within, skinned them for loot, and after the tutorial ended, she went to an D-Class Dungeon and even committed murder...
As she grew step by step while gathering items like that, she said she suddenly felt despair and skepticism. The colleague who started adventuring with her began to pull far ahead simply because they had a Hidden Class.
Even though her own items were better...
"In the end, even in the dungeon, it's all about innate talent... and luck. Once I realized that, everything seemed pointless."
She smiled bitterly and brought the coffee to her lips.
"So, did you give up?"
"I didn't give up right away."
After feeling that emptiness, she said she became even more passionate about collecting items. Because of that, she managed to get some pretty good items and could be considered on the stronger side among adventurers of the same level.
But even so, the emptiness didn't go away.
"No matter how good the equipment you set up is, you can't beat a Hidden Class. The basic stat growth rate and Atk/Def efficiency are different. In the end, the higher the level, the wider the gap grows, and to fill that with items, you need even more capital. And want to hear something even funnier? People with some money buy up high-efficiency equipment with overwhelming capital and go around slaughtering monsters from level 1. The bad ones use that equipment to rob newbies and wallow in a sense of superiority. I've seen that scene a few times too."
After saying that much, Noona laughed refreshingly and shrugged her shoulders.
"So I gave up. It wasn't a place for me. Not a Hidden Class... and not having a lot of money, I would eventually become good prey for them."
I see. So that's why she gave up.
I don't know for sure, but there are probably quite a few people who give up for the same reason as Noona.
"Come to think of it... you're a Hidden Class too... no, wait, are you a chaebol? Even if you're a Hidden Class, you shouldn't be able to go to a D-Class Dungeon just a week after starting."
"Me? First of all, I'm not a chaebol. Even though I look like this, I'm a magnificent beggar."
"...Then what are you?"
"A Hidden Class. But it's not the measly level you're thinking of."
"Measly... because of that, I..."
Noona stood up, slightly offended. But at my following words, she sat back down.
"What level do you think I am?"
"...?"
"My level is 8. Then, next question. What do you think my attack power is?"
"What..."
I leaned forward slightly toward the flustered Noona.
"It's 43,000."
"What?!!"
Yura Noona shouted unintentionally, greatly surprised. Surprised herself, she hurriedly looked around and lowered her head.
"Th-that's a lie... right?"
"Why would I lie to you, Noona?"
"But an attack power of 40,000... I've never seen anything like that."
"You'll see it a lot from now on. You can become like that too, Noona."
"What?"
She has a dumbfounded look on her face.
Heh heh. It's nice to see this kind of face on a beauty.
I moved my seat entirely and sat next to her. This is the perfect place to seduce her.
Fortunately, she didn't refuse.
"My job is very special. It's a bit embarrassing, but... it's something called [Crown Prince of the Glans]."
"Crown... what?"
I explained the general gist to her as she looked bewildered.
My job and its characteristics. And about the Handmaid, and about Yuna-ssi and Sora Noona too.
After hearing everything, Yura Noona let out a hollow laugh, "Heh heh..."
"Hidden Class? Well, tell them to work hard. Chaebol? Tell them to work hard gathering items. They're still weaker than me and my women."
I gently hugged Yura Noona's shoulder. And whispered in her ear.
"Don't you want to command the dungeon? Take satisfying revenge on the bastards and bitches who ignored you all this time. Become a super high-ranking adventurer and get your hands on money."
"Ah...."
A half-bewitched gaze. There's even a hint of ecstasy mixed in, wondering what she's imagining.
I pressed closer and put my hand under her skirt, sliding it over her soft thigh.
"How about it? Noona. If you want, you can become it."
"Ah... but..."
She lowered her head as if hesitating.
"Even if what you say is true... there's no way you'd give that kind of power unconditionally... you must want something..."
"Of course I do."
I moved the hand that was stroking her thigh to a more intimate place.
"Ah...!"
"Becoming my woman. Then I'll let you look down on the world and everything else."
"...."
She was seriously wavering.
"Ah, of course, if you don't want to, it can't be helped... but you know, right? This is your only chance. I'm leaving for another dungeon tomorrow... no, tonight, and we might never meet again."
"...."
Heh heh. Well, what will you do, little lamb?
"I..."
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Squish, squish!
"Ugh! Uh-huh!"
"Heh heh. Noona, no matter how good it feels, you shouldn't scream like that."
"Th-that's... hah!"
I am currently eating Yura Noona.
In the end, she accepted.
Afterwards, I brought her to the building's restroom while saying nonsense like, "To become a Handmaid, we have to have sex," and I am currently fucking her inside the narrow stall.
The position is also quite a turn-on.
I sat her on the closed toilet lid, spread her legs left and right, pushed her panties aside, and am ramming my cock in. Keu... isn't it amazing?
Mwah.
I kissed the neck of Noona, whose mouth I had covered again, and pressed my body even closer.
As the act became rougher, I could hear the toilet creaking, but I didn't care.
Honestly, I don't care if we get caught. Noona would probably be a bit embarrassed. Keuk-keuk.
Squish, squish.
"Eu, Euna... ah-ung..."
By the way, this Noona is quite horny. She's responding enthusiastically.
I laughed "heh heh" and grabbed her chest, which was bulging as if it would burst out of her halter-neck knit.
"Ah-ung!"
"Noona. If you're going to cover your mouth, do it properly."
"O-okay... I... u-up..."
Her breasts are big, and the taste down there is decent too. Perfect to take along and enjoy as a snack. Of course, the main meals are Yuna-ssi and Sora Noona, heh heh. The figures and holes of those two are incomparable. Indeed.
Fuk, fuk, fuk!
"Noona. I'm about to cum."
"Ah... i-inside?"
"Yes. It's fine, right?"
"I-it's not fine... hi-uk!"
She's shaking her head from side to side, but... internal ejaculation is definitely the best!
"Keu...."
"Ah-ah...."
I ignored her words and splattered plenty inside her.
Internal ejaculation is so refreshing.
"Whew... that was good, Noona. I can still go more, but that's for later."
After enjoying the afterglow for a moment, I kissed Noona on the forehead and made her a Handmaid. That makes two snacks.
+++
It's already approaching 10 PM.
The time everyone agreed to meet in front of the station.
Unfortunately, Yura Noona decided to meet later. She said she has work and wants to try adventuring on her own first. It's a bit of a shame I can't keep her by my side and eat her right away, but it doesn't matter since no other guy can eat her anyway. Let's just think of it as having marked my territory. If I really want to, I can just call her.
'Come to think of it, Yuna-ssi's guild's base is here, right?'
Spicy Rib House. That famous radical feminist group. Yuna-ssi might be better, but there's no guarantee the other people are like that.
'If I get the chance later... I'll eat the whole thing and turn it into my own brothel. Since they're adventurers, they must all be hot, right? Heh heh.'
While I was unfolding the wings of imagination like that and waiting, a familiar face walked over from the other side with a large travel bag.
"Oh. You're here."
Darkness deeply spread across her complexion. It's an expression like she's being dragged to a slaughterhouse.
She discovered me and walked over with slightly faster steps. It seems she's worried about getting in trouble.
"Hmm. You wore what I told you to."
She neatly combed her waist-length black hair and put on neat, innocent makeup.
On top of that, she wore a white blouse with a blue tie, erasing that whore-like atmosphere from earlier, and by wearing a black jacket, a suit skirt, stockings, and heels, she became the perfect OL (Office Lady).
"As a Handmaid, you should at least have some Elegance. From now on, that's your uniform. Got it?"
"...Yes."
"Answer snappily."
"Yes."
"Good."
I wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her in, then lowered my hand to stroke her large buttocks.
"I wonder when the other Noonas will come~"
There are still quite a few people coming and going, but it doesn't matter. They won't pay any attention to us.
A few minutes later.
Sora Noona and Yuna-ssi arrived at the same time.
Both were dressed casually, but the Noonas' gazes turned toward Eun-ju, who was next to me.
"Who is this...?"
Sora Noona's question.
"She's an Item-dealer."
"Item-dealer?"
"...You... what have you been doing?"
Yuna-ssi frowns and furrows her brows.
"Well, you see. This girl was trying to rip me off, wasn't she? So, it was pathetic, and I brought her along to make her work for me."
"...."
"I made her a Handmaid, so don't worry."
"So... what are you going to do with her?"
"Hmm... for now, maybe just a porter and a simple supporter."
"...."
The two of them don't seem very pleased.
"Now. Say hello. These are the Madams you will serve from now on."
"D-don't make up weird titles."
Yuna-ssi is nagging, but... what can I do when it's the truth.
"P-please take care of... me...."
"Ah... yes."
The women accept the greeting reluctantly.
Well, let's leave the simple greetings at this.
"Whew... let's get going. We'll be busy from tomorrow morning."
"Yup."
Yuna-ssi takes the lead and enters the station.
Ah... I need to earn money and buy a car.
+++
Click, clack.
A night where deep darkness has settled.
However, there are still bright lights in places all over South Korea.
This place is one of them.
An outstanding beauty with glossy black hair that could appear in a shampoo commercial was walking down the hallway with a cold face.
Her slender face, framed by neat hair, was definitely a beauty type, and although she had a quite fierce expression, mature sex appeal and allure lingered within it, and her body, which was clearly visible even while wearing a suit, was voluptuous enough to make one drool.
Moreover, the killing point was her fantastic body proportions. Even if she were to be a model right now... no, even if a modeling agency had to beg to take her, she lacked nothing in terms of beauty or body.
At the end of her cold footsteps was her private office.
The place that welcomed her with bright light would have created an unpleasant feeling with the musty smell of piled-up documents if not for the air freshener.
"Ah. You're here, hon—"
"This is an office."
"L-Lawyer."
When she glared once at her husband who was about to call her "Honey—", he immediately corrected his title.
It's been several years already, but I still can't get used to it.
"Did you look into it?"
She spat out as she took off her suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.
It was a very business-like and high-handed tone, but the man answered without complaint.
"It was a very strange place."
"...."
She nods as if to continue while organizing the documents on the desk.
"Have you ever heard of... feminism?"
"Yes."
"Among them, there's something called radical feminism... there's a very radical group, and among them, there's a place where, how should I put it, some... serious? people like that are gathered. It's really a headache."
The man sighed deeply and flipped through the documents.
"It's called feminism, but it's just a hate group. From disrespecting the dead to sexual harassment, insults, disparagement, etc... they do all sorts of bizarre things."
"Do they have some kind of grudge?"
"Grudge... rather than a grudge, it's a persecution complex. I can't generalize, but the users are mostly teenagers to 20-something shut-ins, and they seem to be running wild believing in anonymity. On the internet."
"...So that means, people who don't even come outside and just bluff in their rooms on the internet requested me?"
"...Yes... that... is right."
Heh.
The woman laughed.
"How dare they? Without knowing their place... so, what was the content of the request?"
"It's... a lawsuit against the 'Spicy Rib House' guild in the Hannam-dong Dungeon. Originally, the Spicy Rib House guild itself was created when members of that site started adventuring. In other words, they can be seen as the same type. Hmm..."
"Why?"
"Uh... it might be a bit much to say this. It seems that many of the people who use that site are... quite large sideways. But the members of the Spicy Rib House guild, since they go through dungeons, they lose weight... and also, their stats go up, so they get prettier... a-ah, no, they look better, don't they?"
When the woman glared sharply at the "prettier" part, he immediately corrected his words.
Ah. The sorrow of a husband...
"So those guild members posted pictures of themselves and such."
"And?"
"...That's the end."
"...?"
The woman tilts her head.
"...You said they were suing for defamation?"
"Yes..."
"Why is that defamation? They posted their own photos."
"...They said it was a photo posted to deceive them, and they felt insulted after seeing it."
"...."
The woman laughed hollowly.
"Worthless... tear it up. What a waste of time."
"Ah! But wait...!"
"...Why? Did you miss something?"
"About that Spicy Rib House... it seems..."
He continued with difficulty.
"It seems our Yuna is affiliated with them..."
"?!"