Ruin of Endurance: The Trial Begins
'The footsteps end here...'
Following Scarlett's footprints, I arrived at the entrance to the Ruin of Endurance.
I'd never set foot on this island before, but I knew plenty about ruins. In this world, what you'd call dungeons in a typical fantasy game existed as these ruins—perilous places brimming with mysterious treasures. Back in the game, I'd raided them constantly for level-ups and rewards. By the ending, I'd cleared every ruin in the Empire, but that didn't matter much anymore.
'This isn't the Empire.'
Ruins had existed since ancient times, each with its own unique theme. So even I had no idea what lurked inside a ruin on some remote island across the sea.
'Can't rely on my prior knowledge. That's a shame.'
Some ruins were brutally dangerous, claiming lives carelessly. The key to conquering them was information. In a game where death meant respawning, you could learn through trial and error. But this was reality—one wrong move, and it was game over for good. Charging in blindly would just get me killed like a dog.
'If this were an Empire ruin, I could've cleared it in my sleep.'
For safety's sake, I could just wait at the entrance for Scarlett to return. But to figure out why she'd come to this island, I had to press on. With the choice laid out before me, I stepped forward.
'How am I supposed to endure my master's story?'
Dying here would end everything. But the same went for Scarlett. If things went south and she died, there'd be no bringing her back. I'd regret that choice forever. Better to get cucked than spend my life sniveling in regret. When I possessed Alvin, I'd sworn this life would leave no regrets. Even Alvin would've followed her trail, so I stepped into the ruin.
"Only got this one sword. What a pain."
All the essentials for ruin delving were packed in my bag—which was currently stashed in my stomach. Stranded as I was, this sword was all I had. I'd have to rely on every ounce of brainpower and brawn; it had been ages since I'd felt this thrill of tension.
'Wonder what the theme is here?'
Ruins generally fell into three types: extermination-style, swarming with endless monsters; labyrinth-style, forcing you through traps to the depths; or aptitude-test-style, demanding you solve riddles to proceed. I'd never seen any other varieties.
"Judging by the architecture, it feels like a labyrinth..."
No monster cries meant it wasn't extermination-style. After walking ten minutes with nothing happening, I ruled out aptitude-test too.
'...Not a labyrinth either?'
Even if her advance team had triggered traps ahead, the floor was too pristine—no scorch marks from fire, no arrow scars. Nothing.
Puzzled, I reached a fork. The left path was spotless; the right was piled with skulls. A tower of them in the corner finally gave it that ruin vibe.
"High-level psychological warfare?"
Obviously, the right screamed danger, nudging you left. But it was so blatant, it felt like a trap. Trap or not, it didn't matter. Given Scarlett's thrill-seeking nature, she'd take the right. To save her, I had to follow.
"Hm?"
Heading right, I hit an invisible wall. Pummeling it, swinging my aura-charged sword—nothing. My fists couldn't crack it; the blade sliced empty air. It was blocking only me.
"What the hell? Why split the path then?"
Even my Aura of Emptiness couldn't erase it. The ruin's will, telling me plainly to take the left. No point lingering, so I turned back, hoping the paths merged ahead.
"Or I could just conquer the whole thing first. Not a bad idea."
Clearing it would secure Scarlett's safety and maybe reveal her goal. Plus, it'd close the gap between us. I broke into a run.
A faint light at the tunnel's end. Drawing closer, I spotted an illuminated room. Stepping in, the open door slammed shut behind me.
"...?"
Expecting the real trial to begin, I scanned quickly. Then my eyes locked on a glass window in one wall, and I froze.
Beyond it was Scarlett—but not as I knew her. Her undergarments were gone, replaced by leaves barely covering her nipples and pussy. The thin leaves teased the outline of her nipples. The one over her slit glistened with juices, ready to slip off any second.
"Hngh...! Ngh!"
Scarlett writhed, rubbing her thighs together with panting moans. Love juices trailed down her legs from her dripping pussy. It mirrored the effects of the TS Fruit on women.
"Master?"
She knew the fruit's effects; no way she'd eat it without reason. I pounded the glass to demand answers, but she showed no reaction—either unseeing or unresponsive.
"Magic mirror? Master! Can you hear me? Master!"
Soundproofed and shock-absorbent; my knocks and shouts didn't reach her. Even yelling at the top of my lungs, she just trembled on the bed, lips twisted, hand jammed between her legs to stifle her heat.
She'd definitely eaten the TS Fruit.
"Hah...! Hngh♥ My body's getting hotter and hotter!"
"First time seeing a setup like this..."
I tore my eyes from Scarlett to survey my room, half-expecting my own fruit. Instead, just a stone slab and a switch.
Reading the slab left me speechless.
Endure to the very end for 24 hours
That was it. Survive 24 hours in this empty room. Easy for me. But for heat-stricken Scarlett on the other side...
"Haa...! Haa...! N-no, I can't take it!"
She ripped off the leaves, sprawling on the bed. Left hand pinching a nipple, right rubbing her pussy. Each twist made her jolt; pink folds gushed fluids.
"No time for boredom, huh."
She parted her labia with slender fingers, exposing the soaked, writhing interior—every wrinkle alive, twitching hungrily. She plunged fingers in, thrusting relentlessly.
"Hnggh, hngh, huuugh♥"
My master, masturbating oblivious to her disciple's gaze. The taboo fueled my own arousal, cock throbbing. Tempted to whip it out, but the slab's words stopped me.
Setting it down, I eyed the switch: the word "Liberation" engraved on it.
Obvious what it did—remove the magic mirror, let us meet. But flipping it meant paying the failure price. Good thing it was only in my room. I alone controlled liberation. Just watch her masturbate for 24 hours, and we're good. Horny, sure, but my brain wasn't ruled by dick; I could endure.
"Haaaang! Cock...! I need my disciple's cock♥ A cock to fill my lower mouth...! Nghuuuh!"
"Seeing her like this, it's kinda pitiful."
Her desperate pleas stirred me to soothe her lust. But lust was the trap; flipping from pity would doom us. I had to hold.
"Endure. Just one day..."
Then—footsteps. I turned to see a naked orc enter her room. Huge, throbbing cock. Panting with intent to fuck the bitch in heat.
"Fuck this shit!"
NTR setup to force the switch? No way I endure that. Failure be damned—I'd stop it.
Springing up to hit the switch—
Slash—!
Before I could, the orc's head and cock were severed. The dick minced beyond recognition.
"I don't need any cock but my disciple's."
Scarlett stood spear in hand. Hard to believe this was the same woman drooling and fingering moments ago. A far cry from those ragtag sluts; I nearly applauded.
"Hahk! Hahk! I sense my disciple nearby...!"
She fingered her pussy, approaching the mirror. Pressing against it, she licked the glass with her tongue.
"You're on the other side, aren't you?"
Drooling from both mouths, grinding against the wall. She'd sensed me instinctively and masturbated for me. Watching it chilled me to the bone.
"My disciple♥"
