Night at the Dungeon Entrance: The Terror of Bugs
The biggest worry when camping overnight at the dungeon entrance was, of course, bugs. No matter how sturdy you made the tent, they always found a way to squeeze through the gaps. It wasn't just mosquitoes—even non-pest insects would inevitably crawl in and disturb anyone trying to sleep. A bug crawling across your skin while you dozed, buzzing in your ear, or landing on your face. Sensations so chilling they could jolt you wide awake.
"How does everyone deal with bugs...?"
Bugs were already drawn to sweet scents, weren't they? I'd been casting Purify non-stop while I still had mana left, so I didn't smell like sweat, but my natural body odor was on the sweet side anyway, which made me anxious. And without even a tent—just a blanket spread on the ground—it was even more worrisome.
"Just get bitten, that's all. Don't worry, sis. We'll take the bites for you too."
"Bug repellent costs a bit much for regular folk, honestly. How about burning some pungent herbs in the campfire and sleeping nearby?"
The guildmates were being overly kind to me, almost burdensome. I nodded awkwardly, mulling over the second suggestion, when Iris chimed in with her smug grin.
"I'm naturally immune to bug bites."
Pretty obnoxious, and not much help to me, so I just nodded at her too.
"I've got a spell that keeps bugs away."
"Oh, can you cast it on me too?"
"It's a self-buff, though. Can't cast it on others."
"Ah..."
Hanbyeol's method wasn't usable for me either. In the end, maybe I should just sleep near the campfire like the guildmates suggested. Sensing that, I started to rise from the spot they'd kindly laid out for me, when Hanbyeol slyly sat up.
"If you're really worried about mosquitoes, wanna sleep with me? You might get the effect if we stick close."
"...You sure that's okay?"
She knew I'd originally been a guy, yet here she was, hopping over to my blanket without hesitation. Then she whispered,
"I told you before. It's fine if it's you, sis."
And louder,
"We slept together last time too."
"True, but..."
Well, whatever. It wasn't some closed-off room or love hotel—it was outdoors. No one would think I'd do anything improper. I nodded and shifted over to make room for her. Hanbyeol promptly lay down beside me and snapped her fingers. The slightly chilly air warmed up a bit.
"What do you think? I tweaked a spell to make a warming one."
"...You can do that?"
"It's not a game anymore."
Unlike me, a mere recovery totem, Hanbyeol could cast practical magic even in real life. I was jealous. Well, it just meant she was creative and smart, so no real envy there. If I'd been a mage, I'd have spammed attack spells anyway. Better just be grateful. With that thought, I lifted my back a little to let her hug me comfortably as she lay down. Her hand interlaced with one of my bound ones. I flinched, but she grinned and placed her other hand on my stomach. No movement, but just the touch made it a little ticklish.
"Sticking like this should keep the bugs away. I was worried ants might crawl up with how sweet you smell, but this works out great."
"Mm."
Yeah, that's why we're cuddling. Hanbyeol's a good girl—not clinging for impure reasons like Iris. Of course, by this culture's standards, even Iris might just be continuing a perfectly natural big-sis-little-sis bond. Still, it felt too intimate for me.
"We made it through the first day safely, so let's do great tomorrow too. Rest well, everyone."
One guildmate cheerfully called out goodnight and promptly started snoring. Someone right next to him smacked him with a solid thwack, but the snoring didn't stop. I could picture the "Damn it" and ear-plugging; I chuckled softly. Our spot wasn't even that close, so the crackling firewood sounded louder. Hanbyeol's breathing evened out as she drifted off, her forehead pressing against the side of my chest. I jolted at the contact but stayed still—didn't want to wake her. Each breath made my chest swell and shrink uncomfortably, rocking her head a little. The weight felt odd at first, but it grew familiar, fading into nothing. Honestly, her head on my chest bothered me less than her hand twitching on my stomach. Touch dulls over time if it's steady, like adapting to tight clothes. But if a hair rolls around inside those clothes, it itches or pricks. And fingers—five wriggling extensions at the end of an arm—were impossible to ignore.
"Hng..."
Each twitch sent chills across my stomach; my shoulders jerked, and I'd check if I'd woken her. Her deep, steady breaths suggested not—relief, but at this rate, I'd pull an all-nighter again. Still, the long walk and outdoor exertion had tired me out; my eyelids grew heavy. My body twitched excitedly at her movements, but sleep overpowered lust. Or so I thought...
"Haaah!"
A moan escaped unbidden, snapping me awake. My hazy mind and already heated body offered no time for reason—it was ready for touch. I barely recalled the situation: dungeon entrance, not alone, companions nearby, Hanbyeol right beside me. I can't feel this. Desperately stifling moans, panting, I opened my eyes. Hanbyeol's hand was slowly kneading my breast.
"Hah..."
My body didn't cool, but grasping the situation eased the eeriness. She must be groping in her sleep. Unintentionally pinching my nipple, I turned away and gritted my teeth. It didn't hurt, but how could I not feel something from such unintentional touch? Yet her hand caressed so deliberately, like she was openly fondling my breast. At this rate, I'd cum without more stimulation. Bound as I was, I couldn't push her away. Rolling over might wake her, and I didn't want that. She was our party's main DPS—the highest firepower. Bad sleep could tank her condition, risking tomorrow's dungeon run. I'd pulled all-nighters before; better me enduring. She might handle it worse now with my swapped body, but kids needed solid rest anyway...
"Hngh."
Her hand clenched hard; even twisted away, the intense sensation hit. I held a deep breath. It stung a little. But the dull ache, like kneading knotted muscle, wasn't all bad. Pain mixed with pleasure—like a massage? But the grip didn't loosen; it started circling slowly. My heart raced; I stifled a lewd moan, trembling faintly. Then came Hanbyeol's calm whisper.
"I told you, sis. You don't have to hold back."
"H-Hanbyeol...?"
My heart sank; I turned to her. She smiled with eyes closed—blood ran cold. Had she heard my moan? Caught me feeling it?
"It's fine if it's you, sis. I told you—everything of mine is yours now."
"H-Hanbyeol, that's not—"
"What do you mean 'not'? Look how soaked you are down there."
"Hngh..."
Her kneading hand trailed down my navel to my crotch. I tried twisting away, but the arm holding my hand stretched across, folding me toward her.
"It's practically a flood. Even your priestess robes are soaked. And you say 'not'?"
"No, it's... Hanbyeol, listen to me."
"I'm listening."
She waited leisurely, like a predator eyeing prey.
"You were groping me in your sleep, and this body's super sensitive. That's why I moaned without meaning to. Yeah, nothing happened. Hanbyeol, you should sleep. Aren't you tired? We have the dungeon tomorrow."
Still, her fingers stroked my clit through panties and robe hem. Dizzy with fear, I tried pulling my hips away, but her leg hooked my thigh, denying escape.
"You groaning all needy—think I can sleep easy?"
"If you hadn't groped..."
"It's fine, sis. Even if you cum easy from my hands, I'm yours. See this?"
She showed the hand from my pussy—sticky strands stretched between fingers.
"H-Hey, don't..."
I squeezed my eyes shut, but her hot breath tickled my ear as she whispered,
"I told you—no holding back. It's okay, sis. Let me teach you about a woman's body this time."
"Hngg!"
She hiked up my robe hem and pulled down my panties. The holy relic panties yielded easily, no invading sensation withdrawing. The warming spell kept the air from chilling my exposed skin, but the damp liquid's evaporation sent shivers through me.
"Sis, moan out loud if you want. No one can see or hear us right now."
"What do you—"
"Magic's really convenient."
My head burned, but reason held. Looking around, no one noticed our commotion. Not the snoring guildmate, nor Iris with her back to us.
"It's just you and me here."
A barrier? Even so, with people right there, exposing myself burned with shame. That depravity only heated me more; Hanbyeol's fingers rubbing my slit entrance felt hypersensitive.
"Look here. You know what this is, right?"
"Y-Yeah. How old do you think I am?"
"Say it. Pussy."
"..."
Flustered, I clamped my mouth. Even in this absurd talk, my body eagerly followed her hand. But her fingers stopped abruptly at my silence.
"Pus-sy."
"...Pussy."
"Embarrassing, huh? It's just a body part, but society's taboo makes people shy. I was too at first. But everyone spits out 'dick' easy enough."
"..."
She stroked my pussy like praise; the soaked folds welcomed it, secreting more.
"So they use euphemisms. 'Cause it's precious."
"...Hanbyeol, enough?"
My mind was still sharp despite my body's enjoyment; I whimpered. Cumming to her touch would feel good now, but tomorrow? No face to meet her with. I'd be the creepy old guy who couldn't beat lust with a much younger girl. Sure, "sis" now, but still.
"Soaked from mere touches, panting for more—if we stop, won't it mess up tomorrow's dungeon? Better release now. Sis, you think I'd see you weird for cumming on my hand?"
"Ugh..."
Her whispers and stimulation fogged my mind. Demonic temptation spread; I fought not to feel, but bound arms and pinned legs left no escape. My hips bucked, but her hand crushed my precious spot, forcing my ass back to the blanket. No retreat— I took every touch fully.
"It's okay, sis. I'm helping so you won't be embarrassed tomorrow. Tonight stays tonight. Promise. Cum as much as you want."
"C-Can I cum?"
"Of course. That's why I'm helping."
"Hngg! Mm, ngh, nngh!"
Before she finished, my body convulsed. Legs clenching tangled with hers; one knee rose, twisting me toward her in a crouch. Her face—alluringly blissful—last thing before I squeezed my eyes shut. Climax overrode tomorrow's worries. Before my flashing-white mind cleared, something kneaded my breast. Stroked my stomach, waist, thighs. Licked my calf, breathed hot on my nape. First orgasm's afterglow unmet, my body reignited, eager; her magic obliged.
"Aaaah, haaaah!"
"Your moans are cute too, sis. Were you really a guy in real life?"
"D-Don't know..."
"Well, here, you're one beautiful woman."
The sudden praise flushed my face; I turned away, but her hands didn't stop. Just prepping for the next climax.
"Cumming twice in this short time—what do you think? Kinda curious how many times you can go."
"N-No need to wonder... Hiyaah!"
One hand slipped under my robes to grab my breast, pinching the nipple. The other latched her mouth on the tip through fabric. Even muffled, her teeth scraping down to catch the nipple felt vivid. I shuddered and moaned; no one stirred around us. Not even sleep-talkers.