The Tower's New Master [Windbringer / Fenglei] Hong Changki

The sun had come up. It just wasn't Hong Changki who opened his eyes.

The three sows who had thrown themselves at him, only to be defeated by a single cock and knocked out cold, finally managed to rise. Song Seongyeon in particular had been unconscious for quite a long stretch; by the time she stirred, the other bitches had already finished cleaning themselves up.

"Unnie. Unnie."

"Mmgh... aaauugh... uuaghk! I'm uuuup...."

It took Seres shaking her by the shoulders to rouse her at last. The mask she'd been wearing lay pulled aside, and she swayed as she propped her upper body up. Even so, Seongyeon's body wasn't dirty in the least — Seres must have cleaned her up while she slept, because aside from her tangled hair she practically smelled fresh.

"Where's Changki~?"

"He's not here, Unnie. It looks like he went out somewhere... Not that now is the time to be looking for him. There's big trouble inside and out."

"Whatcha meeean~?"

Steeped in pleasure, her tongue twisted the words into mush. Since she showed no sign whatsoever of coming to her senses, Seres smacked her across the cheek — smack, smack.

"Owww~!? What the hell! Why'd you do that all of a sudden!"

"Snap out of it. This is no time to be lying around. Something terrible is about to happen."

"Huuuh?"

"I'm serious. You can't be sleeping like the dead right now."

She'd been about to protest the sudden burst of violence, but the bottomlessly serious look on Seres's face gave her pause.

"Yes... no, we don't know anything about that either... Yes, yes... I'll call you back later...."

Brigitte was still on the phone with someone. Listening closely, ringtones were going off all over the room — and it was the same for Seres and Song Seongyeon. Seongyeon even owned three phones, and every single one of them was ringing at the same time.

"Who the hell hassles people first thing in the morning?"

"Unnie. Now is not the time to be so carefree. This is serious. Check your phone, right now."

"What's going on, seriously...?"

Just as her call finally ended, Brigitte checked her own phone. Tens — no, hundreds — of texts and messages had come pouring in all at once. Her personal line, her guild line, even the chats she kept for reaching government contacts — all of it was in an alarming state.

"What on earth is going on?"

The contents of the texts and messages were mostly identical:

Him clearing the Tower was hardly shocking in itself. Wasn't that how it had always gone? But that was strictly business as usual — and yesterday was supposed to have been different.

'Changki ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cleared floor 50? W-when!?'

Only yesterday he'd been enjoying himself in bed with the three of them. And now, out of nowhere, he'd climbed the Tower and cleared floor 50? None of it made any sense. Worse yet, the messages that followed were a snarl of tangled, contradictory intel — pure chaos.

???

Verifiable reports and unknowable rumors were hopelessly mixed together. The government crowd, without a single exception, kept hammering her with 'What is happening at the Tower!', and if only to grasp the situation herself, she scrubbed the sleep from her eyes and hurriedly threw on her clothes.

"It's chaos on this end too! They're saying bastards stormed our Mechanic guild as well! Tower seized, Tower not seized — they're raising hell for the 6 Great Guilds to show their faces right now!"

"Haaaah~!?"

Seres glanced over at her.

"It appears to be true. It's not just us — all 6 Great Guilds are in the same position. Whether someone really cleared the Tower or it's a false report, one thing is certain: something is happening at the plaza."

"What! W-wasn't it only floor 50? Who the hell cleared the Tower!?"

"We have to move, if only to find that out. There's not a second to lose."

Seres forced herself to look composed, but a bead of cold sweat rolled down from her chin and dripped away. And when they opened the window, people lined the streets outside the hotel in droves. They must have caught wind of the anomaly at the Tower — they weren't content to murmur, but were shrieking at the top of their lungs.

'Everyone out there is worked up to a disturbing degree.' Give them a single spark, and the whole crowd would blow like a powder keg.

………

"Unnie."

"I-I know... Now's not the time to be dazed. Auntie! Quit standing there and let's move!"

"Dazed? Look who's talking! We've both been standing around waiting for you, you damn brat!!"

With Brigitte's roar, all three of them hurled themselves out the window at once. The three women crossed the rooftops like ninja, racing straight for the Tower.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, the protagonist of this whole affair opened his eyes as well.

Shhhhhhh.

I greeted the morning letting the pouring water wash over me. My crotch was damp — apparently she'd still been sucking until at least dawn, and I rinsed the sticky film of her saliva away under the stream.

'Did she seriously blow me all night?'

I tried to get it up in the shower, but perhaps because my seed had been milked completely dry, the thing didn't twitch so much as an inch. Every last store of that hoarded lust and cum had been wrung out of me. No stress, no worries — honestly, it felt like the greatest night of my entire life.

'The sense of conquest is unreal. To think a beauty like her would do that sort of thing to me.'

Just how devoted did a woman have to be to spend the whole night sucking a sleeping man off, swallowing his load, and servicing him the entire time? My cock was monstrous enough that even I, its owner, found it grotesque. She'd handled, all night long, a size that would have worn out even Seongyeon or Seres — frankly, it boggled the mind.

'Whew—'

Thanks to that, everything felt fresh and new. All that remained now was to hear the truth from the Madame's own mouth. The human trafficking down in the basement, the whole business with Suni, the memories that had suddenly come back — there was far too much to ask about.

'Maybe she's downstairs?'

This wasn't even my room, but I gave myself a quick ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wash and threw on a coat — and just like when I'd woken up, there wasn't a soul inside. Given Olivia's loaded tone yesterday, I didn't think she was the type to run away at this point. But since she was nowhere to be seen, just as I was about to head down to the shop, a yellow memo stuck by the entrance greeted me.

The Tower again. I'd only just cleared floor 50 yesterday — what more did she want from me?

'Where did I put my phone?'

I rummaged through my pockets, but it was nowhere to be found.

'I definitely had it until the small hours this morning.'

I searched the inner pockets, and instead my hand closed around a fistful of piercings. Black, purple, pink... and the gold and white pair the Tower Masters had given me.

'They said to contact them if anything happened, didn't they.'

A Tower Master's piercing — a terminal wired directly to a god. The kind of divine artifact the high and mighty back home would gladly pay tens of millions to get their hands on. And here was one mere human, holding them in his palm....

……?

I was standing blankly at the front door staring at them when I heard an odd sound. If my ears weren't deceiving me, things outside had gotten quite rowdy. And not just anywhere — in the Madame's shop, of all places, something was swarming around on the floor directly below.

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Just to be safe, I figured I'd contact her before heading out — and the instant I touched the piercing—

Krrzzt!

Along with the crackle of a tearing signal came someone's desperate voice — a woman's, high-pitched and insolent. In perfect contrast to Aphrodite's frantic screaming, I was sunk deep in post-nut bliss and answered with total serenity.

"Yes. This is Hong Changki. What brings this sudden call, Lady Aphrodite?"

The crackling only grew worse from there. It felt like the connection could die at any second. I wondered if something had happened on her end — and then she cried out, desperate in a way that didn't stray far from my expectations.

Where was I? She knew damn well where I was, and she was still asking that.

"What do you mean, why didn't I answer? I was asleep until literally this moment. I only just woke up."

What kind of nonsense was that, this late in the game? From her tone, the possibility that I even slept hadn't once crossed the goddess's mind.

"And why, might I ask, are you in such despair?"

...'You people'?

But before I could ask what that meant, the imperious voice was already growing faint, fading in and out.

Aphrodite's voice was anything but all right. Just like Natalia back in the day, she was howling with her pride in tatters.

"Lady Aphrodite?"

"Uh, hello? Lady Aphrodite?"

Crack!

"Whuh!?"

The piercing had shattered. The gold one was split clean through — and at the same time, so was Freyja's white one.

The gods' terminals... destroyed?

"...Ha."

The stress that had just melted away came flooding back, along with my senses. Post-nut clarity or otherwise, I had to get a grip on the situation.

I plucked the memo she'd left behind right off the door.

Olivia's summons: come to the Tower. A Tower Master's screams, arriving the instant I woke. The shouts of the crowd outside.

………

'...Madame. Just what the hell are you up to?'

I opened the door and took stock of the crowd outside with my own eyes. And just like that, they noticed me in turn. Someone jabbed a finger my way and bellowed, "Hong Changki!" Somehow, these people knew my name and my face.

'No idea what's going on here. But fine. First stop — the Tower.'

Dodging the crowd as it lunged toward me, I shot up into the sky. Whatever this situation was, and whatever reason they had it in for me, I figured every last question would be answered at the Tower.