Chapter 84 25. Tirpe (9)
Tirpe (9)
Episode 85
Crrrrrrrumble.
The cave we were in shook violently, with no distinction between up or down. It was due to the wind and rain that had grown even fiercer over the past few days.
KWA-BOOOOOM!
And occasionally, thunderbolts would strike down as well. A storm of unparalleled ferocity blanketed the vast world, wreaking havoc.
Though the cave's material—mere mist—was hardly reliable, fortunately, Maltaira was here.
A named-tier Wanderer capable of halting and erasing even the very concepts that moved the world, freezing all things in existence.
This place, with Maltaira present, was no different from a natural fortress solidified into eternal ice.
Even if the storm reduced the surroundings to ruins, it wouldn't matter.
The cave, locked in stasis by Maltaira's power, couldn't be destroyed.
But that safety didn't necessarily mean we could afford to be at ease.
『「Read」 calculates the average flow of time in the Outer Dimension.』
『Based on the current irregular fluctuations, the average relative to Earth is 43... 72... 101... 78... 11 days...』
As the storm raged on, time in the Outer Dimension was shifting wildly. But as a mere human, there was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice but to leave it to fate.
"...Y-Your face looks dark."
Tirpe studied my expression and stammered out her concern, sounding worried.
Unconsciously, my face had twisted into something fierce.
-...Still so handsome... Handsomeness really is the best...
I belatedly checked Tirpe's inner thoughts, but she didn't seem to have grasped the true nature of my worries.
Well, of course she wouldn't. There was no way she could know about the passage of time on Earth from within the Outer Dimension.
I smoothed out my expression, suppressing the impatience that only I could feel.
"It's nothing."
Tirpe silently watched me with drooping eyelids. Then she stepped closer and pushed out her ample chest.
"Maybe... this'll... help you feel better."
A subtle expectation seeped from her slightly damp, half-lidded eyes.
Her thighs, clad in fresh stockings, rubbed together sneakily, making a lewd sound as the fabric slid against itself.
I stared for a moment at the voluptuous curves wrapped in the Fallen Angel's attire before reaching out.
And then I pushed her chest away.
I deliberately put on a stern face, enough to make Tirpe fluster.
"...Noona. You're sex-crazed right now! This isn't the time for that! Teach me the skill! The skill!"
Sure, I was the one who fucked you first, but why are you the one always trying to fuck me from then on?!
『The more you thrust your cock, the stronger her obsessive fixation becomes.』
That's terrifying!
Scolded, Tirpe flinched, her eyes trembling as she pulled back.
"I-It's just... you couldn't focus..."
"Cut the excuses! Even now—!"
I shoved my hand past the slit of her skirt.
Tirpe jolted, her hips twitching, but my fingers had already slipped past the sheer pantyhose and into the obscenely damp black panties beneath.
A lewd, sticky wetness soaked the plump folds. I stroked the thick flesh a few times before pulling my hand out.
My palm was drenched in slick arousal.
"You're this soaked."
Tirpe didn't know what to do, bowing her head sharply. Now that I looked, she was rubbing her thighs together, her flushed crotch clenched tight.
"S-S-Sorry..."
"Sigh... Noona."
I gripped Tirpe's trembling shoulders. The off-shoulder dress, sheer enough to reveal her cleavage, left the delicate curve of her shoulders bare—her skin warm against my touch.
"That aside, let's do a quick round first."
Whether it was obsession or whatever, I needed to fuck her at least once.
Tirpe's neck, wrapped in the sheer fabric, flushed red as she sharply turned her head away. Then, with a glance from her watery eyes, she nodded shyly.
The moment she agreed, I immediately crushed my lips against hers. Her face, already slack like a bitch in heat, eagerly accepted my kiss. Her tongue moved with a practiced familiarity, well-acquainted with sex by now.
I pushed Tirpe onto the floor, hiked up her skirt, and tore through her stockings. Then, I pulled aside her soaked panties and thrust my cock into her tightly closed slit.
"Ahaaang~!?"
Her slick insides were already drenched. The pussy that had been desperate to take my cock now wrapped around me warmly. The scorching-hot walls clenched around my shaft in little pulses. Every inch of my cock inside her grew wet and searing.
Satisfied by the lewd wetness, I rocked my hips while groping Tirpe's chest. The plump mounds spilling from the sheer fabric crumpled under my hands.
"Haaang, haaang~!"
Just from the penetration alone, Tirpe's face had already fallen apart. Her tongue lolled out stupidly, her eyes long gone in ecstasy. Drool spilled uncontrollably from her jaw as she moaned.
The more she lost herself, the hotter the labia around the base of my cock grew.
Her pubic mound was already slick, grinding against my shaft.
"Tch. Noona. I'm gonna cum inside again."
"Hiiiik, huuuaaeeek~!"
Instead of an answer, a shameless moan burst out. Her trembling legs crossed over my hips, pulling me deeper. The more my cock speared into her, the dizzier her eyes became. She clung to me even tighter.
A posture determined to take every last drop inside.
Well, if she's asking for it, I'll give it to her.
"Ha-rin. Your pussy keeps clenching down like crazy while I'm thrusting. Stop squeezing so hard!"
"Hiiik!? Haaah, haaang!? Hgeek!?"
Having completely lost her mind, she clung even tighter around my neck. Her trembling pussy, already overwhelmed by climax, began obediently surrendering to my cock as she started rocking her hips—only to give up and let me pound into her properly.
Each time, her slick juices squelched audibly. Her stretched hole gaped wide around my shaft before collapsing messily when I hilted myself to the root. The thick flesh of her womanhood kept spilling arousal against my pelvis.
"I'm filling your pussy with cum, Ha-rin. Open up your womb and take it all!!"
I pistoned my hips even faster, ruining her cunt beyond recognition.
"Heeek, hiiik? Hwaaang!?"
She was already sobbing mindlessly, tears bursting forth as pleasure overwhelmed her.
The slick walls of her pussy grew even wetter, sliding obscenely around me. The moment I buried myself to the hilt and flooded her deepest, most sacred place with cum—
"Oooohk, hiiieeek!?"
Tirpe threw her head back with a scream, trembling violently as she refused to let go of me.
Her unfocused eyes darted erratically before finally settling into a dazed, vacant stare. Her hips twitched weakly a few more times before her entire body went limp. Her tongue lolled out as she exhaled a shattered, lifeless breath.
Squelch—
I pulled out with effort, her pussy still gripping me tight.
A frothy gush of cum erupted messily from her gaping hole.
Tirpe lay there completely broken, her eyes rolled back. The glossy sheen of her soaked stockings only emphasized the satisfied, lewd aftermath.
"This... One round isn't gonna cut it, huh?"
The moment I muttered that, Tirpe—who had barely clung to a shred of consciousness—widened her eyes in terror. It seemed the incomprehensible pleasure had reignited her fear.
Thump!
But her cunt was already spread wide for my cock. She could only whimper mindlessly as I plunged back in, driving her into unconsciousness once more.
#
Fallen Angel.
The attire of a Fallen Angel was like something straight out of subculture fantasy—designed to embody depravity rather than divine grace.
After all, this was Tower Journey, a porn game.
Her deep cleavage was exposed, her throat wrapped in sheer black fabric. Dozens of thin chains tangled chaotically down the flowing fabric from her chest.
Her long skirt had a high slit, revealing a tightly cinched Y-shaped thong underneath. Her hips were wrapped in sheer black panties and stockings, her feet clad in towering heels.
The entire ensemble was dark, ominous—yet it suited Tirpe perfectly. Her pale skin and terrifying gaze made her look every bit the predator.
She had abandoned her humanity to become a Fallen Angel... all to kill me.
[Tirpe's Race - Fallen Angel]
Exactly as expected.
If I could change my race, I'd have picked Fallen Angel, Dragonkin, or something similar.
Fallen Angels were a top-tier race, capable of wielding both angelic and demonic power. Their weaknesses were glaring, but their potential far surpassed that of humans.
But I hadn't changed.
Because I had to remain human.
'Only then can I open the Gate of the 95th Floor.'
The stage that had been impossible to clear due to Park Ha-rin's rampage.
A place only a pure human could open.
That was where my role as the protagonist mattered.
Vwoom—
A swirling mix of chaotic colors—[Record]—repaired Tirpe's torn stockings.
Her expression was slightly displeased. The depravity in her eyes sharpened, making her look dangerous again.
That spine-chilling gaze of hers sometimes made the back of my neck go cold.
Honestly, just looking at her, she seemed like a haughty, sharp-tongued career woman—but her actions were anything but...
Smack!
"Ahhk!"
Her plump ass jiggled under my palm. The thin fabric of her outfit clung tightly, making the ripples across her cheeks clearly visible.
"Ha-rin. You can't glare at people like that. My heart almost stopped. You know how scary your eyes are, right? Right?"
Tirpe, still looking dazed, mumbled incoherently.
"You... You made me regenerate my hymen again... It hurt..."
Smack—
This time, I flicked her sheer-covered chest, making her tits bounce. I put just enough force into it to make her nipples peek through the fabric. But due to the laws of the [Outer Dimension], her chest kept trembling uncontrollably.
Her hardened nubs rubbing against the fabric made Tirpe's expression turn even lewder.
I panicked slightly but pretended not to notice as I sat down.
"Alright, Ha-rin. Time to teach me that skill."
Tirpe, having crossed her arms over her chest to calm herself, glanced sideways at me.
From behind her bangs, her eyes gleamed with a sinister, lustful light. Already, she looked like she was in heat again—her gaze dripping with obscene desire.
I broke out in a cold sweat and patted the spot beside me insistently. But it was too late. Tirpe, wearing that scheming expression, was already pressing her lips against mine.
This time, she tormented my asshole.
#
Learning future skills from a regressor who had reached the 66th floor.
If I were still a frontline [Climber] struggling on the 5th floor, I probably would've died from sheer frustration. But since I was the one sucking up all the benefits, it didn't matter.
Either way, I learned [Basic Magic] from Tirpe.
The result?
"This is the theory behind Basic Magic."
"......."
Magic.
...I give up!