Chapter 44: Is It Wrong to Seek an Erotic Situation in a Dungeon? (13) [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 44: Is It Wrong to Seek an Erotic Situation in a Dungeon? (13) [R-18]
I’d forgotten.
Kallashu was a goblin who believed in pure love, but he was also a poor soul who’d been single his whole life, never getting to experience it for himself.
He must have gotten spiteful right before he died. The artifact he’d spent his entire life crafting was being used to complete someone else’s pure love. That’s why he pulled a stunt like this.
Well, I get it.
I’d probably do the same thing.
I make something for myself, die without ever getting to use it, and then someone else gets to enjoy it? Just thinking about it pisses me off.
Yeah, I’ll give him that.
“What… did you just say?”
But what could I do?
“So… the condition to leave this room is, uh, semen.”
It didn’t matter to me, either way.
After hearing the full story, Yoon Ji-an’s face went pale.
She must have been dumbfounded.
The condition to escape this dungeon was semen—and not just any semen, but semen extracted by a woman. What woman would accept that easily?
“I know this is shocking and hard to believe, but…”
“No, I believe you.”
Huh, that easily?
“I can tell just by looking at your eyes, Mr. Kim Do-jin. I know that, at the very least, you’re not lying.”
She was calmer than I expected.
Why?
Could it be that, contrary to her appearance, she had so much experience with men that this was nothing to her?
After stumbling and collapsing, she pushed herself back up.
She headed toward the two doors in the room. One was the door she had come through, and the other was the one I had opened.
The only difference between them was a device attached to the middle of her door—a device my door lacked.
It wasn’t much of a device.
Just a single cup with measurement lines marked on it, stuck to the door.
“This must be… what you were talking about, Mr. Kim Do-jin,” she said, her face flushing.
“Probably…”
It was incredibly intuitive.
Both she and I could easily figure out that the door would open once the cup was filled with semen.
Staring intently at the door, she held a hand out toward me.
“Please step back for a moment.”
“Ah, yes.”
As I backed away to the bed on the opposite side of the room, her aura swelled in an instant.
Huh, this was unexpected.
I’d thought she might cause a scene.
Was there any woman in the world who would just say, “Oh, is that so?” and immediately start stroking some guy’s cock?
What went beyond my expectations, however, was her power.
The power I felt from her now was on par with a B-rank.
Even if the Inspection Department was a collection of the Association’s elites, I’d figured she’d be around C-rank, considering her age.
A sudden anxiety washed over me.
Surely she wasn’t going to break the door, was she…?
“Haaaah!”
With a fierce shout, she unleashed the power she had been accumulating for quite some time into a single punch.
CRASH!
A roar like thunder striking right in front of me assaulted my ears. The aftershock from the impact of her fist against the door was strong enough to make my still-heavy body stagger.
I clasped my hands together and prayed.
I prayed that the door, which looked like it was made of wood, was plastered with defensive magic.
I believe in you, Lord Kallashu!
“Ah…”
The wind died down.
My vision finally cleared, and I immediately checked the door’s condition.
“Oh, dear.”
The door was perfectly fine.
“What do we do now…”
Yoon Ji-an glared at me with sharp eyes.
“…For some reason, Mr. Kim Do-jin, you don’t seem to think this situation is very serious.”
Her suspicious gaze bore into me.
I quickly waved my hands in denial.
“Of course not. Are you suspecting me right now?”
When I shot back, making it obvious how wronged I felt, Yoon Ji-an’s intensity softened.
This dungeon had all but solidified the relationship between us.
I was in charge, and she was the subordinate.
As long as Yoon Ji-an didn’t get pissed off and quit her job, that would never change.
“I’m a little disappointed. I didn’t think you saw me that way, Ms. Ji-an…”
In truth, her assessment was spot on. I was incredibly excited right now.
Still, I had to pretend otherwise for now. I couldn’t have her feeling repulsed before we even started.
Flustered, she quickly waved her hands and started making excuses.
“N-No, that’s not what I meant…”
“It’s fine.”
I walked up to the door, making it clear I was sulking.
I couldn’t just ask her for a handjob in this situation.
To draw out her proactive cooperation, I needed to appeal to her, to show her that I didn’t want this either—that I was a victim, too.
“Please step back.”
Yoon Ji-an’s eyes widened at my words.
“The inscription on the path we came through said that only semen extracted by a woman can fill the gauge… but we can’t just take that at face value. We should at least test it.”
Understanding my meaning, her face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Y-You mean…”
“…I’m dying of embarrassment, so please go back there and turn around.”
“Ah, y-yes, I-I understand.”
As if her embarrassment had reached its limit, she walked away with the creaky steps of a rusted robot.
“Haaah…”
I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t masturbate anymore.
But I had no choice.
This was one step back for two steps forward.
I took off my leather armor and yanked off my tight-fitting leggings.
A sudden wave of self-loathing washed over me.
To think I’d end up masturbating in a dungeon.
Live long enough, and you’ll see everything.
“Calm down…”
This is just part of the build-up.
I grabbed my limp, unstimulated cock and began to stroke it slowly, thinking of the ajumma.
The image of her panting, finally shedding her shell and enjoying sex with me.
In an instant, my cock surged with power.
“Sss, huuu…!”
The pro and con of masturbation is that there’s no partner.
The ability to speed up and quickly build toward climax the more excited I get is a benefit in some ways, but everything else is a drawback.
Recalling the lovemaking with the ajumma that was deeply ingrained in my mind, I began stroking my cock at the same pace as back then.
The ajumma in my fantasy, transformed once more, whispered things to me that were even more obscene and direct than before.
And finally, the urge to cum reached its peak.
“Ugh…!”
I snapped my eyes open and aimed the head of my cock at the cup on the door.
Spurt! Spurt!
Unlike when having sex, my semen came out weakly, filling the bottom of the cup in two bursts.
I quickly pulled on my leggings and turned around.
The back of Yoon Ji-an’s neck was unusually red, and her shoulders were twitching.
Did she peek?
“It’s done, so come over here.”
“What? Ah, yes.”
Yoon Ji-an walked to the door with her broken gait.
I pointed at the semen in the cup attached to the door.
“I, I put some in, but…”
“I-I-I see, yes.”
Seeing the semen, Yoon Ji-an’s face turned impossibly red.
She’d tried to act calm at first, but just as I thought.
She must have little to no experience with men.
“Aah…!”
While I was distracted for a moment, Yoon Ji-an, who had been staring at the cup, suddenly let out a disappointed cry.
I looked at the door to see what was wrong and saw something surprising enough to make her cry out.
“I-It’s disappearing.”
The semen that had barely covered the bottom of the cup was vanishing.
It seemed Kallashu’s words were true after all.
“…Looks like the inscription was true.”
“I-It seems so.”
Forcing her into an obscene act right now would be an amateur move.
To have a more delicious meal later, I needed to let things simmer for now.
“For now… let’s think about whether there’s another way. We should also look around the room for any clues.”
“Huh? Ah, yes. Understood.”
Yoon Ji-an looked at me as if she were surprised, then quickly turned her head away.
It seemed my choice was absolutely the right one.
I wandered around, pretending to casually inspect the furniture and decorations.
A fair amount of time passed, but neither I nor Yoon Ji-an seemed to find anything.
“Huuu… there’s nothing here.”
“No…”
It was about time to deliver the final blow.
I bowed deeply to her in apology.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got caught up in this.”
As I spoke with the most somber expression I could muster, she gave a small smile and shook her head.
“…It’s not your fault. No one could have predicted a trap like this.”
“Thank you.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Let’s rest for a bit. We can think about how to get out… after that.”
Despite my words, she didn’t sit.
She just stood there, lost in thought.
I think it’s about time.
“Um, Mr. Kim Do-jin.”
“Yes?”
That’s it.
She fidgeted with her fingers and struggled to speak.
“I’ve been thinking… and I don’t think there’s any other way.”
One more push.
“No. If we search a little more, we might find another way…”
She shook her head, cutting me off.
“We’ve searched the entire room, but we haven’t found anything.”
“W-Well, that’s…”
Yoon Ji-an lowered her head.
“I know that you’re not keen on doing… that kind of thing with me, Mr. Kim Do-jin. But for the sake of our escape, would you please go along with it…?”
She had squeezed out every last drop of her courage to say that. I could feel it clearly.
I nodded with a hardened expression.
“…Alright. Let’s do it.”
It was an easier decision than a piece of cake, but I acted as if it were the hardest choice I’d ever made.
“Th-Then, could you please sit on the bed first…?”
“Ah, yes.”
As I sat on the edge of the bed, Yoon Ji-an crouched down in front of my legs.
Then, more boldly than I expected, she reached out and grabbed the waistband of my pants.
“I-I’m going to take off your pants.”
“I can take them off myself…”
“No, Mr. Do-jin, you can just stay still.”
It seemed she’d rather take the lead from start to finish than go along with things awkwardly.
“Then… I’ll take them off.”
“…Okay.”
Her fingers tightened on the waistband.
I lifted my hips slightly, and my pants and underwear were pulled down together.
My cock, already hard and erect, was revealed.
“Ah…”
The moment she saw my cock, her pupils trembled violently. I was certain.
Yoon Ji-an was a virgin with no experience with men.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
It’s so strange.
Why do men react so sensitively to a woman’s level of experience?
After a moment, the tension in her expression as she looked at my cock slowly eased.
Finally having made up her mind, she took a deep breath and extended the hands that had been resting neatly on her knees toward me.
“Th-Then, I’ll begin.”
Her long fingers approached hesitantly and touched my cock.
A faint tremor ran through them.
It was a different feeling from the ajumma’s touch—unfamiliar, but pleasant—and it flowed up my spine.