Sudden Atmosphere Shift: Two Weeks' Record (9)
*
—Slurp, lick, suck, slurp.
“Hah, mmm, mmph…”
Tran Van Bao lay half-reclined with an ecstatic expression, gently stroking the back of Botal Rabbit’s head as she held his cock in her mouth.
The excuse that their relationship would only last until they cleared the gate was remarkably effective. Botal Rabbit simply could not bring herself to coldly refuse Tran Van Bao when he begged her to grant a pitiful illegal immigrant laborer’s wish.
Under normal circumstances, she would never have made such a choice. But perhaps the fact that they were alone inside the gate, and that their bodies had already mingled, had emboldened her.
“Mmmph… gulp… mmph…”
“Hoo… a little softer there… Yes, just like that. You are quite skilled at oral. Your tongue is magnificent.”
An S-class hero—the very same Botal Rabbit who ranked first among heroes most favored by the media—was diligently servicing Tran Van Bao’s cock!
The cock of an F-class, socially invisible, ugly, and penniless illegal porter!!
The thought alone made Tran Van Bao feel his climax approaching. Letting out a deep breath as he sensed his seed rising, he roughly grabbed the back of Botal Rabbit’s head and pressed down.
—Spurt, spurt!
“Ghk…! Mmph!”
“Swallow it all. Good. Good.”
Without warning, semen flooded her throat. Botal Rabbit’s eyes welled with tears as she frantically swallowed.
When his cock slipped from her lips, a long, glistening thread of saliva mixed with cum stretched between them.
“I told you to warn me before you came! My throat hurts now!”
“You performed so well that I could not hold back. This is not Tran Van Bao’s fault. Your mouth is the lewd one. Therefore, apologize.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Apologize to my cock and clean it. This is something one naturally does for the person one loves.”
“What kind of… Ugh!! Really!”
Grumbling, Botal Rabbit lowered her head. His still-twitching cock glistened, coated in a messy mixture of saliva and semen.
She brought her lips to the shaft that carried the distinctive fishy scent of cum and slowly licked along its length, cleaning it.
Soft, foolish little sounds escaped her. Blushing at her own voice, Botal Rabbit continued her devoted service.
“Hah… This is heaven. Tran Van Bao has no regrets even if he dies now.”
“Mmph…”
“But he cannot die. Because you exist. Since you are an angel, Tran Van Bao is already in heaven. There is no need to downgrade his heavenly premium by ascending to a heaven without you.”
When Botal Rabbit finally lifted her head after roughly cleaning his cock, Tran Van Bao cupped her cheeks, pulled her up, and pressed his lips to hers.
“I-I’m still a bit dirty right now…”
“Even if you fell into a sewer, you would not be dirty. You are always beautiful. I love you, Botal Rabbit.”
“Honestly… If you can’t even speak properly…!”
Despite her words, she accepted his kiss without much resistance.
As his tongue gently pressed and delved between her lips, Botal Rabbit finally surrendered, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
They explored each other’s tongues for a long while.
While gently caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples with playful flicks.
Tran Van Bao held her body close, as though they were truly long-time lovers, and fell asleep nestled against her.
“Haa… Colossus. I’m sorry.”
Botal Rabbit murmured while stroking the sleeping Tran Van Bao, her eyes complicated.
“This is just a brief indulgence. I’ll explain everything when we get back.”
She let out a deep sigh and lay down on the makeshift cot, careful not to wake him.
From tomorrow onward, they would clear the dungeon as quickly and thoroughly as possible.
They needed to return home before this relationship grew any stranger.
With that resolve, Botal Rabbit closed her eyes.
*
—Lick, slurp, suck, slurp♡
“Haaah♡♡! Wh-what♡?? Nngh♡♡!!”
“Ah, you are awake? Good morning.”
“S-stop it♡♡!!”
Botal Rabbit awoke to find Tran Van Bao’s face buried between her legs and cried out in panic, pushing at him.
Tran Van Bao was pushed back for a moment, grinned, then brought his mouth to her pussy again.
“Tran Van Bao was preparing breakfast. He let it simmer, and it seems it is finally ready.”
“Th-that’s not what—♡!”
“Then I will eat well!”
Tran Van Bao cheerfully declared and slowly rose to his feet.
This was bad. If she got swept up in this pace again today…!
Feeling a sense of crisis, Botal Rabbit tried to sit up halfway.
—Flop.
Tran Van Bao’s cock sprang free and stood tall right in front of her face.
“Ah…♡”
Thick veins stood out along the dark, rigid shaft.
Even after thoroughly ravaging her pussy all day yesterday, it remained just as hard.
‘No. Get a grip. Have you lost your mind, Park Yeonha?’
Botal Rabbit swallowed hard and tried to inch backward.
But there was nowhere to run inside the narrow cave and the small tent they had pitched.
When her back finally touched the cave wall with a soft tap, she flinched and stiffened.
“Oh. Botal Rabbit. Where are you going?”
“Th-there… Let’s explore the dungeon today…”
“Should we not eat breakfast first? Health is a very important matter.”
“I-I don’t usually eat breakfast—eek♡!”
—Smack.
Before she could finish speaking, his cock swung and struck her cheek.
She could only stare blankly, clutching her cheek, at the shaft crackling with micro-currents.
Grinning, Tran Van Bao slowly leaned down, slipped his hand between her tightly closed thighs, and began to part them.
Her pale thighs offered little resistance. With a wet sound, her pussy—already soaked with arousal—came into view.
He crouched like a small beast and crawled between them, whispering softly.
“Do you want to return quickly?”
“Th-that’s…”
“If you return quickly, you will forget Tran Van Bao. You will discard him.”
“N-no, that’s a misunderstanding…”
“But Tran Van Bao cannot stop you. Because he is F-class. There is still that much of a gap between you and him.”
Tran Van Bao rubbed his glans against her folds as he spoke.
“From now on, we will close that gap.”
“Hngh♡!”
“Tran Van Bao will make sure you never have such wicked thoughts again. From today onward, this pussy will—”
—Squelch♡
As his glans pushed past her folds, Botal Rabbit’s lower belly twitched and began to chew on the invading tip.
Tran Van Bao let out a moan at the sensation and continued.
“He will pour electricity into it without giving you a single moment to rest. Even if his cock goes limp from overuse, he will use his fingers. If you want to clear the dungeon, you must endure it.”
“Th-then I… I’ll break…♡”
“Then it is a contest, Botal Rabbit. Tran Van Bao will sincerely break you. He will do his best until you can never forget him.”
Tran Van Bao tensed his entire body like a marathon runner at the starting line and climbed over her.
It was coming. Something dangerous was coming.
Botal Rabbit’s danger-sense ability began blaring frantic warnings.
This was dangerous…!
“Therefore, you must clear the dungeon and destroy the gate before you break. Otherwise, you will marry Tran Van Bao. His family plan calls for ten children.”
—Grind♡ Squish♡
His cock slowly, almost non-threateningly, began to push deeper inside her.
Because of that, the shape of his shaft seemed to imprint itself even more clearly.
Botal Rabbit trembled and let out a hot breath.
Her danger-sense was screaming louder now.
“After giving birth to ten children, your pussy will become ragged and turn pitch-black. Your breasts will sag from nursing, and your nipples will darken. That is what will happen to you. Tran Van Bao will make sure of it.”
His words felt like a hypnotic suggestion.
They carried a power that made her imagine it even when she wanted to reject it.
When Botal Rabbit pictured her body being ruined to that extent, fear gripped her—yet…
“Nngh♡♡!!”
She came lightly.
“Your shining career will collapse, and no one will respect you anymore. But Tran Van Bao will still think you are beautiful. Even if you refuse, he will prepare for the next child, forever.”
“I-I don’t want that♡!!”
“Then resist, Botal Rabbit. Clear the dungeon.”
—Kiss♡!
His cock, buried deep, lightly kissed her cervix.
A brief silence fell.
Tran Van Bao remained perfectly still in that position, staring straight into Botal Rabbit’s eyes.
His gaze was thick and predatory, like a hunting dog eyeing its prey.
“The contest begins. I love you, Botal Rabbit.”
“Ah, no. That, the tingling!! Don’t do that…”
—Crackle. Crackle.
—Zzzzzzzt!!!
“…that♡♡!!”
—Squirt♡
The otherworldly gate conquest that began with incontinence.
Morning of the eighth day since entering the gate.
Now. It begins.
*
Eight days had passed since Botal Rabbit entered the gate.
Around that time, Iron Colossus visited the Oracle Institution.
The Oracle Institution.
A national agency that predicted large-scale villain raids or their general movement routes and measured the occurrence and threat level of gates.
It was also where espers with the “precognitive” ability—an out-of-rank awakening type—gathered…
“Iron Colossus.”
The place where Miss Cinderfire, the hero called Embers, resided.
Though it had been a long time since they last met, she looked exactly as he remembered.
And as always, she seemed to have anticipated everything, standing there with her usual calm expression.
She waited, facing the direction he was approaching.
“I was hoping you would come a little earlier, actually.”
“Miss Kalidova. It has been a while.”
“Aah, don’t call me by that name. Just call me Aina. It feels much friendlier that way. Like old times.”
Sophia Aina Kalidova. A childhood friend who had grown up with Iron Colossus in the orphanage.
She was the woman who had violently cut ties with him after a fierce argument when he began walking the path of a hero.
It almost felt as though he could still hear her tearful cry begging him never to become a hero.
Iron Colossus nodded and approached, extending his hand.
“Have you been well?”
“…You, on the other hand, do not seem to have been.”
“At present. You already know why I came, do you not?”
“Of course. That is what we at the Oracle Institution do. We steal other people’s hearts and futures.”
She answered cynically, yet her expression remained blank.
“Your question is whether the threat level of the gate Botal Rabbit entered was truly B-class, correct?”
“Yes.”
“It was. Even B-class is generous.”
Sophia shrugged.
“And the follow-up question: why has an S-class hero been unable to clear the gate for an entire week?”
“…Yes.”
“Who knows? I can at least tell you that the reason the gate was rated B-class had nothing to do with the monsters or creatures inside it.”
“What do you mean?”
“If not for the environment inside, it would have been a worthless place not even worthy of D-class. There is no way a gate Eightbomer made ‘as an experiment’ could be more threatening than that, right?”
“The environment?”
Iron Colossus’s demeanor turned cold. If the environment posed a danger to Botal Rabbit, he would not hesitate to dive straight into the still-open gate right now.
But Sophia shook her head.
“It is not a threatening environment. It simply has an annoying characteristic. A single day there is very, very long.”
“Hmm…?”
“Perhaps one week here equals about three days there? A day on the other side is not twenty-four hours. It is probably around fifty hours.”
If an esper’s average active time within twenty-four hours was roughly thirteen hours, with the rest spent resting…
Even after a full “day” by esper standards had passed, it would still be daytime.
And after resting following a grueling day, a night of that length would arrive.
Nighttime combat and exploration were extremely difficult even for espers.
The same applied to Botal Rabbit, whose night vision was nothing special.
The return of a night lasting over twenty hours meant nothing but wasted, meaningless time.
Naturally, exploration would drag on. That was the environmental factor.
“Do not worry. The creatures inside are so insignificant that even E-class would be too good for them. However… the reason the exploration is dragging on far longer than expected is probably because someone is exploiting that environment.”
“Botal Rabbit entered alone.”
“Was she truly alone?”
“…Hmm.”
Strictly speaking, she had been assigned one porter… Could that man have become a problem?
Iron Colossus pictured the scrawny man who would be torn apart by a single slap from Botal Rabbit and shook his head.
Yet the woman before him was the nation’s greatest prophet.
She did not speak nonsense. Whatever she declared would “certainly” come to pass—even if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.
“Even a lion can die from a single worm in its heart, Colossus.”
“…Will she return safely?”
“Probably in about a week. Physically… she should return unharmed.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
“Buy me dinner next time. Though I already know you will not. Still, contact me once in a while. Take care.”
Sophia waved her hand without lingering, as if she already knew when he would return.
Iron Colossus gave her a light nod and left the Oracle Institution.
A weak man who would be torn apart by a single slap from Botal Rabbit.
He needed to retrace that man’s identity and movements to understand exactly who he was.
*
At that same moment, inside the dungeon within the gate—
With a single slap—
—Smack!!
“Hnnngh♡♡!!”
Botal Rabbit clutched the blanket tightly, sobbing as she lost control of her bladder.