Chapter 35
Without even a moment for the afterglow of our intense fuck to fade, I had Baek Geum-hwa grab her clothes and gear, then we rushed out from home in the car to a dungeon about thirty minutes away. Leaving the still-stumbling Geum-hwa behind, I hurried into the ticket booth next to the dungeon entrance.
"How many?"
"Two adults, high pass. One Valkyrie and one supporter. Pay in full, and academy students get the discount, right?"
Tap tap tap—
Despite my chipper voice, the ticket booth lady didn't even glance my way as she hammered at her keyboard. You’d think the shadow I was casting over her would at least warrant a look, but this was cool bordering on ice-cold. Feeling a twinge of neglect like some abandoned plaything, I pondered what awaited us in the dungeon—when she finished logging the visit and turned to me again.
"Mind if I ask why you're entering the dungeon?"
"Farming monster materials, plus a field test for some new gear. As you can see, my buddy over there just got kitted out."
"Ah..."
She hadn't spared me a glance when I spoke, but the moment I pointed at Geum-hwa—who was leaning against our car in the parking lot, clicking her tongue—the blonde-tanned warrior caught her eye, and the lady's face flushed red.
"So cool..."
"Overflowing with wild allure..."
"A delinquent brimming with wild allure... Oh god, I think I just got a little wet?"
"Kukuku, your pussy's evenly soaked now."
"Ahh! I'm on the clock..."
Truly a yuri game world. Not just the lady I'd been talking to, but all the booth staff—and even some Valkyries lined up to enter—were drooling over Geum-hwa's sight. Their pussies were grinding—grinding—
YURI GRINDING ALERT!
'Aigoo, not the time.'
And right on cue, the yuri grinding alert popped up. Spotting the booth lady gazing longingly at Geum-hwa, her pussy freshly wet and ready to grind against her coworker’s, I leaned through the window and shoved my face right between them.
"Holy shit?!"
"Kyaa?!"
A space that should’ve been filled only with yuri boob-grinding erupted into panic the instant a dark-haired guy's mug appeared. The booth staff fluttered around like startled sparrows in sheer confusion. I clicked my tongue, snatched the two freshly printed tickets from the machine, and headed back to Geum-hwa, who was glaring daggers at me with a beet-red face.
"I'm back."
"You crazy bastard..."
"Hey, why the sudden cursing?"
"Like you don't know, ah...!"
I'd told her to rest in the car while I got the tickets—a considerate gesture. But peeved, I reached straight for her tits. She started to swat my hand away firmly, but then clicked her tongue and obediently thrust out her overflowing boulders.
Savoring the bliss of that handful-too-much abundance, I asked Geum-hwa,
"Here ya go. So, why the potty mouth?"
"You asking 'cause you don't know?! Panties...!"
"Panties? Oh, right—you're pissed 'cause I banned underwear from now on? Thought it was something serious."
"Haht...! Panties are one thing, but my pussy keeps rubbing...!"
"Ah, yeah. And no bra either."
Squish squish—♡
I thought she'd flipped out for some mysterious reason, but nah—it was nothing major.
"A meat toilet has to be ready to get fucked anywhere. How can you call yourself one when you lack even the mindset, let alone the pride?"
"Anyone hearing that would think I chose this...!!"
Of course, the subject herself saw it differently. Groping her jiggling tits while she trembled in fury and frustration, I chuckled at how she clutched her skirt hem, glancing around tensely like it might get flipped up any second.
"Speaking of which, let's check. Who knows? You might be deceiving me with panties hidden inside."
"You got to grope my tits—that should've been enough, why touch my pu-pussy too, haaaang?!"
Just minutes ago, she'd taken my massive Breeding Uncle cock, so her swollen pussy jolted at the lightest stroke. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her slutty moan.
"Perfect. Ready to head in?"
"You real pervert...!"
"Heh heh, you're the one who begged this pervert for salvation. Hurry up and follow."
Flashing our student-exclusive high passes past the lined-up Valkyries, we entered the dungeon. A brief floaty sensation hit, and the cold urban skyline of towering buildings shifted into a gloomy forest vibe.
Mooooooo—
Mooooooo—
Wolf howls under a full moon, and distant minotaur roars echoing like that. Feeling the hard ground underfoot, I spun around to Geum-hwa, who was still biting her lip and glaring murderously.
"Loosen up that face. Why try to intimidate me? If you're wasting energy already, how're we making money?"
"Fine, just stop groping my tits!"
"Then quit letting them flop around braless. Anyway, I'd love to say 'go test the new gear!' but... here, catch."
"I didn't choose this—you banned underwear, that's why... What's this?"
She'd been fuming like she'd explode, but tilted her head at me slipping the bracelet on her wrist.
"Valkyrie Suit."
"Valkyrie Suit?"
"You were always broke, running around dungeons in just this academy uniform—no proper suit. Relying solely on the uniform's defense."
"..."
"Nailed it. Can't have my meat toilet wandering dangerously now. As my bodyguard, you need proper protection. Wear this in dungeons from now on."
"You ban panties but give me this leaky mouth...!"
Geum-hwa growled at my brazen ass, looking ready to deck me. But curiosity about the Valkyrie Suit won out; she glanced away and muttered softly while eyeing the bracelet.
"...Thanks anyway. Heard these go for tens of billions easy."
"Gotta treat meat toilets right to get prime pussy service. When dick comes calling, pussy comes running."
Her face flushed rage-red again.
"Fuck, I say thanks and you gotta twist it like that...?!"
"Heh heh, you know I'm trash—why act surprised? Anyway, know how to equip the Valkyrie Suit?"
"Saw other Valkyries do it. Like this...?"
Fuming at my crude talk but thrilled about her pricey new gear, she stroked the bracelet gently.
Fwaaaah—!
Bright light enveloped her. As I'd programmed, her uniform dissolved into particles sucked into the bracelet. Light particles clung to her naked body, morphing into armor—a skimpy bikini barely covering nipples and pussy, exposing way more than it hid. A single cape draped over it.
"You fucking bastard, for real...!!"
"Aigoo, help! You complain even when I give?!"
Enraged, she grabbed my collar. Already strong, amplified several times by the suit, I dangled like a ragdoll as she shook me.
"You expect someone to fight in this?! What kinda defense is it?!"
"It has! It has defense—haah! Test it! Perfect test dummies incoming!"
Mooooooo!!
Mooooooo!!
Right on cue, two minotaurs charged at the commotion. No matter how pissed, she couldn't brawl with dungeon mobs, so feigning compliance, Geum-hwa drew her Lewd Greatsword from her back, raised a suppression shield, and stepped forward as I activated my supporter tanking gear.
"If this is bullshit, you're dead!"
"Here you'd say, 'No choice—temporary alliance!'"
"Shut your crap and protect yourself!"
"...Heh heh heh, have fun~"
Grinning at her irritably hefting the Lewd Greatsword—her ripped abs framing the faint womb-shaped slit of her pussy forming below—I raised my shield.