Sudden Atmosphere Gate: Two Weeks of Records (6)
It fell to Tran Van Bao to soothe the younger woman, who had been sobbing for a long while. The sudden, irresistibly massive surge of arousal and the humiliating climax. On top of that, the desperate pleas offered while her very life hung in the balance. Lost in confusion, Botal Rabbit sobbed and cried like a child.
A little later, after wiping away her tears, she glared at him with her eyes wide open. “You… you… goblin!!”
“Eeeek! Tran Van Bao did nothing wrong!”
“What the— Look at this guy! So shameless! After sexually harassing someone!”
“It was Botal Rabbit’s fault!”
“What…? What?!”
When someone has clearly done something wrong, an amateur makes excuses. In most cases this is a huge mistake. Depending on the severity of the situation, but in incidents like this, excuses usually backfire. At that point, someone with a little skill will apologize instead. Depending on how convincingly they can fake a sincere attitude, even a “clear wrongdoing” can be repackaged as a “common mistake.”
But a true master gets angry. Boldly. Not because they’ve been cornered and are lashing out, but with confidence, shamelessness, and daring. They condemn the other party’s fault. That is what makes a “master.”
Tran Van Bao had lived as an illegal immigrant for a long time. In a country that prided itself on ethnic homogeneity, surviving the sorrows of a small nation with poor language skills had forged him into exactly that kind of master.
Instead of backing down, Tran Van Bao stood tall and harshly scolded Botal Rabbit.
“I am F-class!! And you are S-class! I am no better than any civilian! You knew that!”
“Wh-what?!”
“Yet you still dragged me into a combat zone! Tran Van Bao is a person! I am not bait! This matter contains potential to be interpreted as a serious racial discrimination issue, so please be warned!”
“Wh-what the hell are you even saying!!”
Botal Rabbit flinched and jerked her head up. She couldn’t even begin to guess what this foreigner was talking about. Yet Tran Van Bao remained perfectly confident.
“You knew I could not fight yet you dragged me into the combat area! I have no experience with this! Panic! Fighting while risking my life is terrifying! I am an ordinary citizen and the owner of a massage shop!”
“Uh…?”
“I panicked! Because it was a life-or-death battle!”
Life…? On the line…? Against those mayfly monsters? H-however, if it was F-class… yeah. Couldn’t a stray attack kill them? Could it?
Because at least B-class personnel had always surrounded her, she had no frame of reference for what F-class combat ability actually looked like. Her standards were so high that she viewed civilians through the absolute frame of “helpless weaklings.” And since F-class was essentially civilian… they were certainly useless in battle, but…
Of course, no matter how F-class someone was, they wouldn’t actually fear those weak mobs. Even an average adult male would see them as nothing more than an angry troop of monkeys—the small kind that fit in tiny cages, not the orangutan or gorilla variety. Naturally they wouldn’t be scary.
But Botal Rabbit had no way of knowing that. Therefore, Tran Van Bao’s gamble succeeded at this point. The moment they began to listen, they began to believe.
Recalling a line from an old movie, Tran Van Bao smiled inwardly.
“I demand this of you. Getting scared was not my fault. It is the fault of the S-class companion who caused the fear. I request greater protection from you!”
“H-how can I give any more protection than—?”
“This area is a dangerous combat zone. I must stay inside your embrace! Tran Van Bao is a being who deserves protection. I was born to be loved!”
“Uh… um… eh…?”
“Therefore! I insist on moving while clinging to your body! Because I am also an injured person whose leg is hurt!”
“Eeeeh?!”
“But you will refuse. I already know. My race and appearance do not receive favor from Koreans. On top of that, I am poor. You are a person who believes in materialism, racism, and lookism!!!”
“N-no! That’s not true!”
“Then prove it! Prove your purity!!”
“Yes! Yes! Okay, cling on!”
“Very good! With this you have become closer to a true hero! Tran Van Bao acknowledges it!”
“That’s right!!”
She still didn’t quite understand how things had turned out this way, but carrying one small civilian around her waist wouldn’t be particularly cumbersome. At most mid-fifty kilograms. The pack on her back was only about forty. Combined they weighed less than a tenth of a ton. An S-class hero could support that weight with one arm easily.
She truly couldn’t figure out how the conversation had led here, but Botal Rabbit, feeling as if possessed, soothed Tran Van Bao and pulled him against her waist. He confidently wrapped his legs around one of her thighs, hugged her waist tightly, and buried his face in her chest.
If one were to describe the technique favorably, it could be called the psychology of persuasion. Most people, however, would simply call it gaslighting.
How long had they been walking? Botal Rabbit bit her lip hard as she staggered forward. Crackling electricity kept sparking inside her lower belly.
“I still…♡! Can’t control… hic♡!! it yet?!”
“I am still scared. Every time you raise your voice I become even more frightened!”
-Crackle!
“Kyaaht♡! At least lower the output!!”
“That is very difficult. This is why physical-type heroes are no good. Energy projection abilities are heavily influenced by emotion.”
Tran Van Bao spoke calmly while sending current flowing into Botal Rabbit’s belly. Every time his hand flashed, she trembled visibly. It had been like this nonstop from the moment they started walking.
A cunning technique had been added—accumulating sexual sensitivity to keep her constantly aroused while never allowing her to reach climax.
‘This… this thing…♡! No♡. If it stabs in like before I might actually die…♡!’
Botal Rabbit swallowed hard as she stared at Tran Van Bao’s hand. The same hand that had nearly made her pass out from pleasure with nothing but a single word.
She had plenty of experience with hands. After all, her hobby was watching porn alone at home. But she had never convulsed from a single word the way she had earlier. Even the ferocious sex she’d had with Killer Toad—the most intense of her entire life—had never made her this desperate with just one finger!
“Your way of speaking is the problem. Tran Van Bao thinks so.”
“M-my way of speaking?”
“Your tone is extremely coercive. It makes me passive. It makes me feel the terror of an S-class. Therefore I insist you use honorifics with me. Because I also speak politely to you. That is because I respect you.”
“Uh… uh?”
“Honorifics mean mutual respect. And Tran Van Bao is a person who deserves respect.”
“Th-that… uh…”
Since becoming S-class she had never used honorifics with anyone. Attaining S-class proved you were among the top seven in Korea and would be treated as a strategic weapon on the level of a nuclear warhead. She wouldn’t have used polite speech even if the president himself showed up. That was simply the kind of person she was.
Yet Tran Van Bao’s words were not wrong. Yes. Honorifics meant mutual respect… If it was to calm a terrified F-class person…
“All right… yes. Yes. Let’s use honorifics.”
“Speak more politely! Like you would to your husband!”
“Eek…! S-sorry! Tran Van Bao-nim! I’ll fix my speech!”
Only then did Tran Van Bao smile with satisfaction and slowly slide down from her body.
Honorifics are the beginning of mutual respect? The words were correct, of course. But conversely, honorifics were the Maginot Line of psychological barriers. In the relationship between a commanding hero and an obedient porter, it proved they were equals. No. It proved a relationship that had grown even more unbalanced by the weight of guilt.
All human relationships contain power dynamics. From this point onward, Botal Rabbit slowly began to lose the initiative.
And so the situation had reached this point. She genuinely couldn’t understand how it had come to this.
“Hut…♡! Hup♡!! Heuk♡!!”
-Squelch, slurp, squelch…!
“Hoo, I feel like my mind is calming down.”
“What does this have to do with calming your m-mind♡!!”
“I feel comfortable when I thrust into something moist and warm. You must provide me with that convenience.”
At first it had only been stroking her thighs. Then it progressed to kneading her ass. When she got angry he claimed he was “scared” and began sending electricity, and the moment she lost focus he was already touching her pussy. From the instant a finger slid inside her, Botal Rabbit had been desperately holding her breath and enduring.
‘If this person gets upset here… and uses his ability again… like before…!!’
Before she knew it, “goblin” had become “this person.” Even her inner thoughts now used polite language. Without noticing the change in herself, Botal Rabbit simply tried to ignore the finger wriggling inside her pussy. Her mind was so full of gratitude that he wasn’t sending electricity that the sheer abnormality of the situation never even occurred to her.
Just imagining this man’s ability—the one that emitted micro-currents—sent chills down her spine. It felt like having a knife pressed to her throat. The ability itself was trivial, no better than a stun gun, but the previous experience had planted a special kind of “fear” inside her. A fear that completely neutralized an S-class hero by striking her most fatal weakness.
“Hoo. How about resting for a moment? I request a break.”
“Heut♡! Huk♡ Y-yes♡! S-so…♡ This a little…♡!”
“Come, come, sit here. It is uncomfortable to keep reaching.”
“Wh-what♡ are you saying…♡?!”
-Tick.
A small spark of current jumped from the fingertip inside her pussy. Botal Rabbit flinched and collapsed into a sitting position. It wasn’t as strong as before, but it was more than enough to remind her of that climax.
“W-we said we wouldn’t do that…!!”
“How nice would it be if you listened the first time? You still do not respect me. I become sad and scared. Electricity flows from my hand. This is not my intention.”
“Ugh…!”
Led by Tran Van Bao’s hand, Botal Rabbit squatted over his thigh, legs trembling. Even now his finger continued to wriggle inside her pussy. She covered her mouth, holding back her moans as she sobbed.
“Until the gate is conquered, we will ‘respect’ each other.”
“Yesss♡!! I understand so…♡!!”
“Now you understand that respect begins with speech, yes? Botal Rabbit-nim? From now on we will tell each other ‘I love you.’”
“Yesss…♡?? Ungok♡!! Yes! Yess♡!! So stop the zapping♡!!”
“Now, stand up. How long do you plan to sit there like a sow? Tran Van Bao finds such an S-class pathetic. I wonder if you do not want to go home quickly.”
After thoroughly stirring her pussy for a while, Tran Van Bao stood and brushed himself off. With his finger still buried inside her, Botal Rabbit staggered to her feet. He slowly stroked her soaking pussy, kneaded her ass, and smiled slyly.
“Now that we have learned how to respect each other, it is time to practice. Say you love me, Botal Rabbit-nim. That way we can become even closer.”
“Th-that…!”
“You clearly still think of me as an F-class goblin!”
“N-no! St-stop the current! I get it! I get it!!”
When Tran Van Bao raised his voice, Botal Rabbit—terrified even before the electricity came—hurriedly sobbed out the words.
“I-I love you, Tran Van Bao-nim!”
“Mm-hmm. I love you too, Botal Rabbit-nim. Now we can think of each other as person to person.”
Let’s go! As he spoke, Tran Van Bao gave her pale ass a sharp slap. Botal Rabbit flinched and began walking forward again with shaky steps.
This was the situation after they had broken through the middle section of the dungeon.
Gate Entry Day 5 (Internal Time: Day 3)
End.