The Nymph's Humiliating Plea
Regardless of the world, the Nymphs in the Tower of Struggle are never cute. Especially their breasts—insanely massive, the kind you can't even call cute. So how about the male Nymphs? They probably have proportions that don't match their size. Since they resemble Elves, people often treat them as a lesser subspecies. But their abilities and personalities are completely different. Only those from this dimension don't know that.
Nymphs have the exact opposite personality from Elves—wild and primitive, unlike the realistic Nymphs. These two breeds were never meant to mix. I was trailing behind one of those Nymphs right now.
A red-haired Nymph. Huge breasts, overflowing, beyond overflowing—truly lethal. The owner of breasts that could kill a man with a single glance.
She wore a robe, but it did nothing to hide the majesty of those bountiful breasts. The Nymph walked ahead of me. Her strides were wide but strangely short, so her pace was painfully slow.
“You came up alone from the 2nd floor?”
“...Yes.”
“Hmm.... How did you even make it up alone? The boss monsters should have been cleared together, right?”
“That's what happened. We cleared them all together. But then the others told me they'd stay on the lower floors. Said they were too scared to keep going up.”
There was a strange hint of disappointment in her voice. Was it really that disappointing I had come up alone?
The Nymph naturally started talking to me. Even when she first pointed at me, she began with casual speech.
'A guy who just came up from the 2nd floor....' And he was human. She probably thought no human could be stronger than her. Though there were rare strong players, they were so few it was negligible. She never imagined someone like that would be standing right in front of her.
“We're almost there. I'll tell you everything at the guild house.”
She wove through the back alleys, avoiding the main area filled with three-story buildings. The buildings grew lower and lower, and the players' clothes became shabby.
'Is there even a guild house here?'
Most guilds didn't expect much from humans, so few bothered to recruit them. And the few that did—well, did I really need to explain their pathetic level?
A guild that dragged humans along just to hunt. A guild with zero competitiveness when trying to recruit other players. A low-tier guild stuck on the lower half of the 3rd floor. That's exactly what had recruited me now.
But if there was a guild house, that changed everything. From the 3rd floor onward, the infrastructure became impressive—players could actually own buildings. The most famous of those were guild houses. Plenty of guilds bought buildings and made them their bases.
At this point, though, there weren't even buildings to buy. But the fact that I was being brought to one meant I was dealing with a guild that had some real power.
I couldn't call it low-tier. Living there was one thing, but defending it was an absolute nightmare.
The Nymph led me toward the outskirts of the city. The deeper inside, the more flashy everything got. The farther out, the harsher the cold wind blew.
“......”
The Nymph approached a rundown building. A pathetic structure that looked like it would collapse any second. Better than a shack, sure, but that's all it was. Probably the guild house where this Nymph's guild had been staying.
'This is fucked up.'
Out of all the buildings, it had to be this one?
“This is our guild.”
Creak—
The door, on the verge of falling apart, creaked open and we stepped inside.
The inside was dark and ruined, like a wasteland. It was even worse than the factory building where I'd first met Seol-ah. Broken furniture everywhere, scattered debris, and bloodstains splattered across the walls.
“The state of this place is pretty bad, right?”
The Nymph wandered around, lighting the torches on the walls. Then she took off her robe and hung it on a stand. It was one of the few intact pieces of furniture.
'Holy shit.'
Even respecting her for it, those breasts were enormous—bigger than her head, two basketballs hanging off her. They jiggled with every breath.
“Huuuh....”
The Nymph sat down on a chair whose back was shattered. She stretched out her arms and legs, finally relaxing from her cramped posture. Those limbs looked strangely cute.
“Even if it's bad, we have no choice. A guild that's already dying can afford this house?”
“A dying guild, you say?”
“You can tell just by looking. Your face was giving it away the moment you walked in. Ah, wrong guild.”
But why bring me, then? The thought lingered at the back of my mind.
Should I just go solo now?
While I was still debating, the Nymph spoke up.
“Even so, if you hear my story, your mind will be put at ease. I think you'll find it not that bad.”
An extra Nymph I'd never heard of before. It didn't spark any curiosity in me.
“I'll cut straight to the chase. First off, our guild is finished. No, it's about to die.”
“It does look that way.”
It was a mess. Most of the chaos on the 3rd floor came from the demon Orde. Not a real demon, just a lucky demon race member.
“Honestly, saying it's dying or about to die doesn't help much. What's the point when I just came up? What matters to me or to you is why the guild fell.”
On the 3rd floor, countless guilds rose and vanished without a trace. Building one was hard, but dismantling it took seconds. This guild was just one of many. Nothing special.
“It wasn't always like this. We were running things decently. Coin flow was smooth, we even sent a few people to the 4th floor, and we were building our strength....”
“Then why did it end?”
“A month ago. A month ago, the Black Skull guild started targeting our guild house.”
The Nymph made a pained face. She looked like she wanted to rip off her glasses.
'Black Skull?'
I honestly didn't know. Even after reading the novel, the memories were blurry. I didn't have any clear knowledge. It was just one of many guilds. Was there even a reason for me to remember it?
Of the info I recalled, only one thing was certain: the demon Orde on the 3rd floor was after Yoo Dahui.
“What’s the Black Skull guild?”
That was when the door was violently kicked open.
“Ally! We’re done for! We’re done for!”
It was the male Nymph with the red hair. The female Nymph, Ally, glared at him with a scowl.
“Fren, why are you shouting?”
The male Nymph, Fren, stormed straight toward Ally. He didn’t even notice I was standing there—his eyes didn’t even flick my way.
“No one—no one will help us. No matter how much I beg, they say they won’t join our side. One person would be enough. Then we could fight....”
“Ah.”
Ally narrowed her brows in annoyance and shoved Fren away.
“We’re already discussing it, so shut up.”
“Discussing....?”
Ally subtly signaled with her eyes. Only then did Fren finally notice my existence.
'How small....'
His height barely reached my chest. He looked like a boy, not a man, but not a child either—just an awkward mix. But that one thing was huge.
'Fuck!'
I barely held back the surge of rage. Fren grabbed my hand like a kid who’d found a toy. The feel of a man’s hand sent a chill down my spine.
“You didn’t come up from the 2nd floor today, did you?”
“...Don’t use casual speech.”
“Eh, eh....?”
I ignored the babbling Fren and turned to Ally.
Ally scratched her head awkwardly.
“What Fren said is true. Because of the Black Skull guild, we have to prepare for tomorrow’s Territory War. It’s a three-on-three duel for the guild house.”
Ally pointed at Fren and me alternately.
“Me, Fren, and you. Even if we win the Territory War and keep the guild house, there’s nothing you have to do. I’m not asking you to take any burden. Just fill the roster.”
She sounded desperate.
“We have to register before the Colosseum closes tomorrow. Fren has been looking everywhere for help, but we can’t find any mercenaries. There’s no guild willing to fight on our side.”
“......”
“The only reason we could bring you is because everyone else didn’t interfere, even if they didn’t help.”
Ally grabbed my hand.
“In the end, you’re the only one left. You’re our last hope.... Please help us protect this guild house....!”
How could a rundown guild house matter so much?
'I get it, but....'
Ally hadn’t explained much. Her words were full of holes. If I hadn’t read the novel, I wouldn’t have understood a thing and would have been swinging blindly.
Ally cut off her story there. She steered the conversation toward herself once Fren’s gaze shifted away, appealing to his emotions.
Her relationship with the Black Skull, what was happening on the 3rd floor, how the guild had been wiped out—there wasn’t enough time to explain all of it.
“I just came up. I don’t know much, so it’s a bit confusing....”
“I’ll tell you everything. Since I’m going to explain everything anyway, how about joining the guild?”
You could join multiple guilds. The System only helped with roster management—it didn’t interfere with any guild.
I asked a question. A question a brand-new player would care about.
“...What’s the Territory War?”
“It’s a duel where the guild house is the prize.”
Ally answered immediately.
“If I start explaining, there’ll be a lot more to go over. You just came up from the 2nd floor, so you know nothing.”
“That’s true.”
“Yeah. I’ll explain everything later. So just one thing—can you join tomorrow’s Territory War? We don’t have much time.”
Both Ally and Fren looked at me urgently.
Players who knew the 3rd floor’s situation never helped the red-haired Nymphs. Only fresh newcomers who had just arrived and knew nothing would help them. And the only one was me.
“If you win the Territory War and keep the guild house, I’ll give you a share of this place.”
“What percentage?”
“20%.”
Winning the Territory War to claim the guild house meant something. Giving it away would be meaningless. Like buying a car and then giving it away.
'Hmm....'
Honestly, a guild house like this would be great. An event I’d never read about in the novel. What was the point? I just wanted to enjoy it.
'...With those breasts, I could wrap my dick in them and it’d be completely covered.'
Ally’s breasts caught my eye. Something I wanted to try popped into my head.
“If you just do one thing for me, I’ll join.”
“......”
She hadn’t even said it, but Ally’s brows furrowed. She must have sensed the lewd thought in my gaze.
I spoke boldly.
“Use those huge tits and give me a titfuck.”
“What?”
“Please, young slut.”
It was Fren who reacted. Fren’s face turned red as he roared.
“This guy—asking for that when I asked for help.... Is that even a favor?”
“What the fuck are you calling me?”
“Hah, hah, hah—Ally, isn’t this the guy who just came up today?”
Fren let out a dry laugh. He looked dazed after being insulted.
“You won’t do it? Then go look for someone else.”
I took a chair out of my inventory and sat down. Fren bit his teeth, barely holding back his boiling anger.
“As expected, all humans think about is that disgusting thing. You filthy bastard.”
“Thanks.”
“Ally, I’ll go look for more people. Just kick this guy out.”
“It’s fine either way.”
I crossed my legs arrogantly. It probably looked pitiful. A laugh slipped out anyway.
“Ally! What are you thinking? You actually thinking of doing what he wants?”
“Then what?”
Ally looked at Fren.
“Is there another way? We have to register before the Colosseum closes tomorrow. Do you think you can find someone else and register?”
“That’s....”
Before Fren could answer, Ally glared at me.
“Can you at least help with masturbation? Can you join tomorrow’s Territory War?”
“Sure.”
Ally started stripping off her clothes. “Ally....!”
Fren tried to stop her, but she kept going. I laughed softly.
“What’s the relationship between the two of you?”
I asked, wanting to confirm with my own eyes. Their faces were enough, but I wanted to be sure.
“Twins.”
Ally answered coldly while stripping. Fren covered his eyes.
> [Joined 'Red-Haired Mercenary Unit.']
“While you’re covering your eyes, go to the Colosseum and register. Come back.”
Ally’s heavy breasts swayed with each movement, the pink nipples hidden.
Wait. 'Shiva... are they deflating...?'