Let's Visit the F-Rank Dungeon 2
“The dungeon is dangerous… Even if it’s just F-rank, a dungeon is still a dungeon. Master~~”
Her eyes, gripping my hand, were filled with genuine worry. A face blending a mother’s concern for her son with anxiety for her master.
“It’s fine, Mom. I’m stronger than you think.”
“But… Cutie Goblins are too dangerous. Their poison is so potent… Remember how syphilis spread like wildfire after that Cutie Goblin dungeon popped up near the department store?”
Cutie Goblin venom is syphilis. Ah… Sejong the Great! Isn’t the whole Cutie Goblin concept just some crazy author ripping off Okubo’s Tachinbo Girls from Japan? Inside a Cutie Goblin’s pussy lurks the syphilis bacterium, which they use to coat their venom stingers. The image of them scampering around with blowpipes in their mouths is pure terror.
A Cutie Goblin’s pussy and tits are indistinguishable from a human’s. The novel described them like this:
— Soft, squishy tits you want to grope, a tight pink peach of a pussy that makes anyone crave to plunge in.
The moment you fall for that pretty pink goblin slit? Syphilis jackpot. They resemble typical fantasy goblins but with a twist: they get pregnant by humans. To survive, they kidnap human men and turn them into cock slaves. Those slaves rot away and die soon after. Syphilis is a monstrous bacterial plague that strikes even through condoms.
[Raising Cutie Goblins as Livestock: Death Penalty Upon Discovery]
That’s why every kingdom up north brands Cutie Goblins as sinful abominations. Just five years ago in the Republic of Korea Cult State, a syphilis pandemic had the church’s S-rank healers and priests working overtime.
And today! Head into the forest near the flower shop, and an F-rank dungeon spawns: [Elf Forest]. That’s where the legendary “Golden Goblin” appears.
Golden Goblins showing up in an F-rank dungeon? Odds worse than the lottery. That’s why I’d been waiting for today.
“Alright then. I’ll be off! Can’t leave you slaving away alone, Mom.”
An Hyeonmi’s eyes welled up at my words. She buried her face in my chest.
“Still… I’m worried. Master…♥”
“You gotta believe in me, Mom. That’s how I get stronger. I’m really strong, you know.”
An Hyeonmi nodded. Her arms wrapped around my waist.
“Yes… I’ll believe you. I trust you, Master. But… you have to come back alive. Promise me.”
“Of course. Who’d take care of you if I didn’t?”
I planted a light kiss on her forehead. An Hyeonmi fetched a small bag. Inside: water, basic first-aid supplies, and a little knife.
“This is the [Beginner Emergency Dungeon Kit] from the church. The knife’s infused with a bit of mana, so it should cut through most monster hides.”
I took the knife. Lighter and sharper than expected.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“When you get back… I’ll do anything you want…♥”
An Hyeonmi whispered in my ear, her hot breath tickling my lobe. I smiled, gave her a quick hug, and stepped out of the flower shop.
# The streets of Shin Seoul, capital of the Republic of Korea Cult State, buzzed as always. This was the cheaper outskirts. Electric cars glided silently over gray asphalt, flanked by paladins in pristine white armor on patrol. A bizarre blend of fantasy and urban Seoul.
I turned my back on the flower shop’s serene grass herb scent and the familiar city, heading slowly toward the woods. The urban clamor faded; flashy signs gave way to rundown shops. Soon, a misty trail appeared, blurring the line between civilization and wild.
Pavement turned to rugged dirt. The crunch of soil underfoot felt alien. Someone had carved this path with care. City smog vanished, replaced by damp earth and wild grass aromas.
The roadside trees looked eerie somehow.
“Whoa!!!”
Spotting some pretty unknown wildflower, I plopped down. Petals like blue sky captured in bloom…
…Regretted it instantly. Fuck. Brushed the dirt off my clothes vigorously and kept walking. Pretty things always make my body move on autopilot.
How far along the trail? The F-rank gate, [Elf Forest], lay ahead. Normally, tomorrow “Chatty Johan” stumbles on it while hunting in the woods. He meets someone there, slays the Golden Goblin, scores treasure—a golden seed that sprouts riches he brags about.
“Sorry, Johan. I’ll take your treasure.”
In an overgrown park corner, space warped, heat haze rising. That was the dungeon entrance.
“So this is what a dungeon gate looks like… Wild.”
I took a deep breath and stepped into the haze. Reality twisted, and the scenery flipped in an instant.
The dungeon name popped up first in my status window. Damp, fishy soil stench mixed with a sickly-sweet rot assaulted my nose. A dark forest barely lit by sunlight. Grotesque mushrooms glowed faintly.
This is a dungeon, huh.
Thought it’d be a cave, but just an ordinary woods. Look up—blue sky, sun. Yet that subtle wrongness like jet lag abroad. Unimaginable in my past life.
I scanned warily. Needle-leaved conifers everywhere, prickly to the touch.
Activated Life Detection. Red dots marked lifeforms within 10 meters in my mind. A skill for spotting fuckable beings, but humans can fuck anything. Thus… it detects all life.
Three red dots flickered far off.
Gulp.
[Elf Forest] is a non-aggressive F-rank zone. No first strikes means safe. Still, hassle sucks… I climbed a tree to hide.
Soon, tiny footsteps and giggling echoed.
Three innocent-looking beauties appeared.
Elves?
Petite frames, tiny faces, sharp noses… Idol girl group vibes, smiling brightly as they approached.
Wondered if Cutie Goblins, but no blowpipes or weapons. This is [Elf Forest].
Whoa… Look at their eyes. Like a deer’s. So cute…♥
Curious about slime elves…
Fuck yeah… Just straight-up cute girls!
Couldn’t help but gawk. Barely draped in rags—no proper bras, so pink areolas and nipples peeked through. Bottoms bare, love juices endlessly dripping from their crotches. Fluids trailing down thighs.
Ah… That’s why they’re called slime elves.
Couldn’t just pass by such cuties. Leaped down; startled elves backed away.
“Whoa~ You girls are adorable!”
I petted their heads. Non-aggressive zone, no hostility—they beamed back.
“You’re shorter than I thought?”
They tilted heads at me, big eyes full of pure curiosity, smiling sweetly.
“Rararara… Warararara?”
Shocked by their tongue. Sounded like slurping cock: “Wa rarara ra ra”?
First elf grabbed my hand. Incredibly soft, moist—like premium lotion.
“Whoa… Your skin’s insanely smooth?”
Stroked her hand; she quivered, more juices gushing between thighs.
Second elf clung to my other arm, rubbing against me. Her tits squished softly on my arm. Exposed pink nipples already hard.
Third was bolder—arms around my waist, face nuzzling my chest.
“Wararararararara!”
Mumbling in their tongue, all three surrounded me. Sweet yet musky scent—like flowers mixed with feminine musk. Nipples flashing through rags… Not your average turn-on. With super-cute girls? They pressed squishy bodies against me, tugging my zipper.
“Classic erotica… Ungh…”
Blushing, they stripped me naked. Instantly nude, three elf girls encircled me, licking with tongues.
They fondled my chest and abs curiously, eyed my hard cock while fingering their pussies “chuku chuku.”
First gripped my shaft with both hands; second caressed my balls softly. Third kissed my thighs and lower abs.
“Ah… If you do that…”
Their touches grew expert. Slick secretions acted as lube—frictionless glide.
First brought her face close, tiny tongue lapping my glans. Her tongue, coated in slime, felt impossibly soft.
“Wararararararara!”
She engulfed my cock, unleashing wararara. Petite, warm mouth… Premium onahole texture.
“Mmm… Fucking incredible…”
Second, jealous, shoved her aside and impaled her pussy on me. Sudden, but that tight squeeze shocked me.
“Insane grip?”
Others licked my body, awaiting their turn.
“Warararararara~”
Thin belly skin bulged with my glans outline. Blissed out in this porn-perfect [Elf Forest] scene.
“Nngh… So hot and soft…”
Her insides: impossibly plush, warm. Slime-filled, zero friction—like warm jelly embrace.
“Fuck… Gonna lose it…”
Grabbed her waist, unleashed the backed-up load.
Byururururur!!
“Warararararara.”
First elf moaned ecstatically, legs wrapping my waist. I pumped slowly mid-ejaculation.
Glans pinned against cervix. Squelching, squishy pussy kneading my shaft—then.
You have been infected with syphilis.