Dragon Rider Part 3
Elena had poured out everything. Every single experience from climbing to the second floor—getting pounded through the ass and licked raw. Hearing those memories, so vividly detailed, stirred up a new hypothesis in my mind. More precise than any recollection, it made me wonder if Elena and Isilia had actually regressed. They might have come back from it too.
“Ugh…!” The teacup Yoo Dahui held shattered. Her strength couldn’t withstand it. Blood trickled from her palm amid the broken shards, yet she clenched her fist tight, swallowing the rage. Shit… Giving Elena permission to speak like that felt like unleashing every restriction at once.
“So, what you’re saying is Jinwoo fucked Elena-sama from behind, not in front?”
“Yes…” Yoo Dahui shot up from her seat. I flinched, watching her closely. Hadn’t she agreed? In truth, she’d said she’d forgive me if I told the whole story. Her face burned scarlet as she glared at me, tears glistening in those pretty eyes.
“Damn it…!” She shook the bleeding fist in the air, showing how much pain it caused. I quickly pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
[‘Safe Zone #1,209’ is being expelled.]
But the return? It was expulsion. The warmth of the bonfire, the crackling logs—all vanished in an instant. I was left standing on nothing but hard, cracked earth.
“Dahui-ya?” I pressed my face to the window, peering inside. Our positions had flipped completely. Yoo Dahui picked up the handkerchief I’d dropped without a glance and stepped back into the cabin.
“Haa…” Unexpected turn of events. I was totally bewildered. What now? I tried the door—locked. Expelled meant no authority. Just wait. She’ll sort it out eventually.
Inside the cabin, Elena and Isilia were chatting seriously. They looked so deep in conversation I couldn’t help wondering what they were talking about. So! I decided to head out alone.
I grabbed a mask from my inventory. I didn’t really need it, but I’d grown attached to it anyway. Wearing this mask meant I was about to PK. Even on the second floor, it wasn’t much stronger than the first—just a slight increase in level. That was all. I could handle goblins fine. If not, I’d run or die. Dying meant I’d regress anyway, so who cared? Yoo Dahui might come back and try to get pregnant again once she knew the truth, but that was a problem for later.
“Getting lonely, huh?” Solo play got boring fast. Nothing fun about it. The only plus? No one around to nag me. I slung my sword over my shoulder and headed toward the island’s center.
Bang! The cabin door slammed open. In a pristine white dress, Isilia stepped out. Her face said she had something to say. With a grave expression, she spoke.
“Release the Submission Oath.”
“No.”
“Then the Mana Oath.”
“Can’t.”
Releasing the Submission Oath was something a fool would do. Even if the other party had no feelings, it was better to hold the leash. Who knew when it might come in handy? Isilia had to know that too, yet she was throwing a tantrum.
Anyway, today I was going solo. Taking Elena or Isilia out right now could set off Yoo Dahui’s jealousy. Just dying alone felt right.
“If you don’t want me to suck it, get inside.”
“Ughhh…!” Isilia gagged at the thought, staring daggers at me. The way she was acting made my dick twitch. Still, she turned and went back inside.
The shop owner must have set up a nice house nearby. Watching her treat the door like it was her own home was hilarious.
I sent Isilia off and headed toward the shop. The sun was still bright; night felt far away.
Ku-gu-gung… The ground felt weird under my feet, like something was crawling around.
“Why are you calling?”
⟨ Pluto’s Hand ⟩
A green worm shot up, fangs gleaming. The sight was disgusting. I reached out with my black hand and blocked its path. At my current durability, it would have ripped me apart.
“You’re light on your feet.”
Even my strength could hold it back. It was balanced so perfectly I couldn’t predict its next move. I poured mana into my sword. The blade sharpened, cutting power enhanced.
I drove the sword straight into the green worm’s mouth.
Pluck—!
Kiiiieeeeee—!
The green worm screamed in agony, writhing as dark blood sprayed everywhere. The sensation of piercing flesh cooled my arousal instantly.
Pluto’s Brand. A curse that weakens whoever it strikes. Effects vary based on consumed life force and black magic level.
The green worm wasn’t dying that easily. Its life force was tough. I wasn’t strong enough to one-shot it. But my black magic filled the gap.
“Why are you calling?”
“I didn’t call. I summoned you to help.”
I called in shadow spirits too. Using skills steadily would grow them. A shadow spirit that looked exactly like me approached the green worm. Its skill level had risen, but I had no idea what changed.
“Weapon?”
“Make one and use it.”
Shadow spirits could craft weapons at my level. They were made from my own shadow, but they felt almost identical to normal ones. The shadow spirit pulled a sword from its own body.
“Here, Jinwoo.”
I launched the shadow blade at the green worm.
Puueeeek—!
The thing struggled in my black hand. Disgusting. I frowned and stabbed it again. The green worm convulsed, then went limp. It looked like a defeated cock that had just shot its load.
“Requiem for the Fallen.”
Battle Complete…
2,000 coins acquired.
Green worms were basically nothing compared to the golems near Third City on the first floor. The second floor was scarier because of other players, not monsters. I had to watch out for PKs, especially around the shop where things got deadly. Sodahee had died dozens of times here before. After becoming friends with Isilia, we took down the boss monster and headed to the third floor.
I kept climbing the mountain. The slope didn’t feel steep, like walking on flat ground, but I was definitely ascending. As I climbed higher, the shop building finally appeared in the distance.
“Hey, change your face.”
“To what?”
“…Turn it into an orc.”
My shadow spirit changed into an orc. A male orc wearing a ragged loincloth. The look reminded me of something worth looting.
“Let’s go.”
“Tch! Okay!”
I took the shadow spirit with me toward the shop. The barricades rose up, close enough that we could see each other. The current largest force on the second floor guarded the shop area.
“What the hell.”
Isilia should have taken over the shop by now. Why was the Wang Gohan group still camped outside like they owned it?
“Hey, some weirdos are coming.”
“You don’t know what day it is?”
“Maybe. We came from the first floor today.”
People spotted us and started warning others. Strangers always became targets. I had no desire to fight them. I just wanted to see how things were going.
Scattered homes surrounded the shop. These people lived comfortably here, using the shop’s supplies. I passed the houses and headed straight for the entrance.
The man guarding the door stepped forward. “Where are you from? Did you forget today’s not a shop day?”
“Is the Heavenly Demon still alive?”
“Is the Heavenly Demon your friend? You calling him that?”
The man drew his sword. One of the Wang Gohan group in a worn outfit. His blade pointed at me, well-forged yet somehow sloppy.
I asked casually, too curious to hold back. “So the Heavenly Demon is still alive?”
“Don’t mention the Heavenly Demon’s name so carelessly!”
“He’s alive.”
The man swung his sword. The shadow spirit reacted. “Kueek! It hurts!”
Even with firm body and growth, its mind stayed the same. It blocked the sword and sneered.
“What’s going on?”
“These guys… call the Heavenly Demon their friend…”
“What? Are these crazy bastards?”
The guards hurried over, weapons drawn, hostility clear.
“Hey! Take off your mask! I need to know your identity!”
One man pointed at me. The white mask hid my face. Wearing it made me think less than usual. I was always the type to act first and worry later, but once I dropped the mask persona, thinking itself became impossible.
“If you want to know, take it off yourself.”
Law. “You bastard!”
The six men rushed at me, furious.
Scared, but I might survive. If they were just under Wang Gohan, they’d have taken some decent hits.
“Why are you calling?”
⟨ Pluto’s Hand ⟩
But that wasn’t enough. I was already strong at my level. “Gah!”
“Someone’s pulling from behind! Who’s there?”
“Invisible attack! Spread your senses!”
My black hands appeared only to me. They were swinging at things others couldn’t see. Six hands total—one per person. Their awareness split, life force drained.
Still enough.
Smash—!
“Haa…”
“T-this isn’t normal…”
“Back to back!”
The men pressed backs together and fought the invisible hands. They poured qi into their weapons and swung wildly, but it was useless. Cutting off one just made it regrow. “What good does that do?”
Life Force Absorption. Weakened mental fortitude fell to my black magic. When despair set in, life force couldn’t be protected.
“Bring the Heavenly Demon! Get every last one of the bastards inside!”
One man shouted. The men instantly coordinated and sliced the hands clean off. Thwack— Three black hands vanished, leaving a single visible exit. One guard bolted into the shop.
“Fucking bastards.”
I read the invisible hands with instinct. Easy for me to do, but impossible for someone like me. “Why are you so noisy?”
Then Wang Gohan appeared. Barely wearing a loincloth, he swung his cock glistening with precum.
“This guy tried to break the rules and enter the shop. No respect for the Heavenly Demon…”
“I’ve heard enough. Hahaha, you brats need discipline.”
He looked different from the Wang Gohan I remembered from previous loops. Cocky as hell. It made me laugh.
“Laughing with this body in front of you? You’ve got balls of steel.”
“No, telling someone who looks like this not to laugh is too much, don’t you think?”
“Ah, my balls are a little big. A man might feel inferior seeing them. I get it.”
Wang Gohan grinned and proudly flexed his massive cock. Definitely not normal size.
“Feel inferior? Really?”
I immediately dropped my pants. I wasn’t going to lose to this guy.