The Academy’s Cold Welcome
In the 1st Floor Academy, housing was divided by race. Even though education was shared, the residents were separated. It was inevitable—there were far more downsides than upsides to living crammed together. Especially humans. If they’d tried to coexist with the other races, they’d never have survived.
“Better than some dingy inn.” Even though no one expected much from humans, the dorm itself felt no different from the others. It wasn’t bad at all. That was everyone’s honest opinion.
“Humans only have a small roster, so we get single rooms. Of course, the seniors who arrived first…”
There were seniors here, sure, but who knew how much they’d suffered on the 0th Floor? They were basically strangers to each other. So it was best not to get on each other’s nerves.
The 1st Floor lobby had every convenience imaginable. Rooms for the trainees started on the 2nd Floor. There was no dedicated hot spring assigned—none were needed. Aside from training, humans basically didn’t matter to anyone else. At most, the top players like Baek Seon-woo or Kang Hana might give them a glance, but even those two were weaker than the absolute elites from the other races. They’d be gone in no time.
“We can rest until they call us.” Choi Seong-yoon stepped out of the dorm after herding us inside. We were left alone in the empty 1st Floor lobby.
“Want to head upstairs?”
“Wait.”
Just as I was about to lead them up, a group of five older players descended. These were the seniors who’d arrived before us. Of course they’d be waiting to size up the new arrivals.
I was the one waiting for them.
The moment they spotted us, they ran a scan.
“Five?”
“Whoa, that’s a lot.”
They’d only been here a month. Yet here they were, already slacking off. The irony was almost laughable. This was the flavor of a human, wasn’t it? No, wait—this batch had lasted two months. 1-Star players, all of them.
Three seniors had come down from above. Taken as a whole, there were more seniors in the dormitory, but only three bothered to pay any attention to us fresh meat.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Cheol-eon.”
They were all from the same world as Kang Hana—heroes existed there. Their powers were mediocre but serviceable. That was why they’d survived so far.
“Heh, heh.”
Of course they knew Kang Hana. How could they not recognize the greatest hero in their own dimension? Park Cheol-eon pretended not to notice while trying to look cool. The others scanned Kang Hana, Yoo Dahui, and the nameless cyborg with hungry, lecherous eyes. Weak but pretty female players? That was their type—classic 3-Star villain extras. Between the three of us, they’d obviously pick Yoo Dahui.
Here, Yoo Dahui had already regressed twice just to eliminate them. First time she’d been helpless, but the Blessing of Suicide saved her. Second time she’d fought them off and barely escaped. Now she was perfectly dead… and on to the next loop.
Park Cheol-eon reached out to shake hands. The problem was the order. Baek Seon-woo would be first.
“What a joke. You dare extend your hand to me? Want to die?”
Baek Seon-woo’s face twisted at the sight of the outstretched hand. He looked ready to draw his sword but held back and stomped upstairs.
“What? Where are you going? I’m talking to you…!”
“...Let go.”
“Huff…!”
One of the seniors grabbed Baek Seon-woo’s shoulder. The moment he did, Baek Seon-woo unleashed killing intent. Our senior quietly let go, terrified. He wasn’t going to kill him. Even in the novel he didn’t, but Baek Seon-woo had finally realized there were way too many stronger players than himself. Killing now would only complicate the aftermath.
If it were Murim, that hand would have been severed long ago. Damn.
“...That’s why the so-called ‘proud young masters’… tsk tsk.”
Park Cheol-eon clicked his tongue and shook his head. Arrogant young masters existed in every world.
“Hmph. Let’s leave that bastard for later.”
Park Cheol-eon decided to ignore Baek Seon-woo. When someone was out of their league, it was smarter not to provoke them.
What these guys wanted was simple: women.
The Tower of Struggle was a world where all old rules had vanished. New laws had been made, but it was basically lawless. The strong called the shots. Having been summoned here, these players had decided to follow the flow of this world and let their desires run wild.
Probably there was a first victim somewhere, but they hadn’t come down to the 1st Floor yet. The second one they’d picked was Yoo Dahui.
The first victim would be used as bait. The second was right here.
“Hey, come to my room later.”
“What?”
“I have something for you. You’re really weak, aren’t you? Want to get stronger?”
“Hands off my shoulder!”
After repeated regressions, Yoo Dahui had become an unyielding woman. Even on the 1st Floor she kept regressing back to the 0th Floor. Along the way she’d approached Kang Hana, built a connection, and—Baek Seon-woo already knew. As a regressor, she didn’t get close to people easily from loop to loop, so the surrounding characters kept changing. Sometimes she was friendly with Baek Seon-woo, sometimes with Kang Hana, sometimes with neither. This time, since she didn’t meet Baek Seon-woo one-on-one, he wasn’t leering at her.
“Whoa, you came out into the open? That’s all it gets you—nothing good.”
“Hey, shut your mouth. Please.”
Yoo Dahui, because of her masked-man roots, had a pathological hatred for one-sided leering from men. She reacted even more violently, sharpening her thorns and threatening to stab anyone who got too close.
“Heh heh heh. There’s a hidden piece that raises Magic by one level… but you have to be below level 3 to use it. I’m level 4, so I can’t. I was just planning to hand it to you. How rude.”
“...Who’s handing it?”
“Why call me to your room? Are you retarded?”
“What? Retarded? Do you have no shame?!”
At the insult aimed at him, the big guy beside Park Cheol-eon exploded in rage. Insane loyalty. Flames burst from his body—superpower. Park Cheol-eon stopped the charging brute.
“Easy, rookie. You don’t know anything yet. The senior has to teach you.”
“A-Ah, sorry!”
The flames on the big guy’s body instantly died down. Handling flames like that was actually terrifying.
“He said he doesn’t want it, so I can’t force it.”
Park Cheol-eon smiled viciously and finished the handshake. He ignored Yoo Dahui, then the cyborg, Kang Hana, and me.
‘What kind of superpower did this guy have…?’
At the moment our hands met, a thought struck me: wasn’t there some way to use these bastards?
“Everyone, enjoy today’s training. See you later.”
Said as if he already knew everything. Sure, he did. No one but him knew how rough today’s training would be.
After Park Cheol-eon left, Yoo Dahui’s face twisted.
“Those bastards don’t even think about disappearing on the 0th or 1st Floor.”
That was normal for arrogant types. Laws and morals existed only for the sake of safety.
“Let’s go up.”
We headed to the 2nd Floor.
The dormitory building had four floors total. The higher you went, the worse it got—no elevators. Each room was better than a “Rest Inn” by far. It was like the university dorms I’d shared with roommates back in college, but a little nicer. About ten pyeong. Just enough for one person. Nothing compared to a shared university room. It was perfect for living.
After forty days on the 0th Floor, this was paradise.
“Everything’s already taken on the 2nd Floor.”
Apparently they hated wasting time. We had no choice but to keep climbing.
“I’ll take this one.”
Plenty of rooms on the 3rd Floor, so I picked one and went inside.
Yoo Dahui naturally chose the room right next to mine.
1005th generation—assemble in the dormitory lobby by 14:00. The broadcast echoed from inside the rooms.
1005th generation referred to our group—me, Yoo Dahui, and the rest.
On the first day we’d do a simple test: randomly form teams and take down a downgraded version of the 1st Floor boss monster. Basically, a live-fire exercise to check if their bodies were intact and their brains still working. Honestly, humans had zero chance of contributing. Helping tigers hunt? It would only get in the way.
I checked the rooms roughly, then stepped outside. Sitting inside would have been boring.
Knock knock—
I knocked on Yoo Dahui’s door.
[Who is it?]
“It’s me. Dahui-ya, let’s go sightseeing at the academy.”
“Ah… Sorry, I’m really tired. I want to rest until the assembly.”
“Yeah?”
The voice was strangely excited—sweet, almost dripping with honeyed breath from below. She was probably sitting on the floor.
What the hell is she doing?
“Then rest well.”
“E-Eh, yes… okay…”
Even the dorm couldn’t let anyone in without the owner’s permission. Was Yoo Dahui alone in her room doing something? I left her and headed downstairs.
Halfway down, Park Cheol-eon’s voice drifted over.
“Yo. When 1005th generation’s Yoo Dahui gets back from training, get her nice and cozy and take her to your room. You’re pretending to be me, got it?”
“Y-Yes, senior…”
“I’m already making her horny, so her pussy will be twitching.”
So that was the strange noise I’d heard earlier.
I hid in the corner and listened quietly.
“Without my dick, her heat won’t even start. Heh heh heh. Fucking bitch.”
“Hah… yeah…”
“After I finish eating that girl, I’ll eat you till you can’t walk.”
“Nngh…!”
Park Cheol-eon groped a woman’s ass like kneading dough. The woman moaned in pleasure and arched her hips.
It clicked. His ability was a pheromone that turned someone on. With that face, it was no surprise. If her Magic were higher it wouldn’t matter, but right now it was too low—tricky.
She’s not a sacrifice either. On the 0th Floor she might have been forced, but now she’s riding him like a bitch in heat.
“I’ll take this one.”
Kim Jinwu stepped into the 3rd Floor room. Yoo Dahui had claimed the one beside it.
Kung—
He slammed the door shut, confirmed the room was protected by the System, then stripped.
Why is it so itchy…?
A desperate urge to shove something inside filled him. His womb clenched and his pussy begged for a cock.
“Huuuuh… haang… haaan…”
Yoo Dahui lay on the bed, rubbing her pussy furiously. She pinched her plump nipple while her fingers worked faster. Ah… why… again…? The orgasm wouldn’t fade. She realized she couldn’t stop with her fingers alone. She rummaged through her inventory, irritated.
The inventory was packed with silicone cocks. Naturally she pulled one out—the custom-made 10,000-coin dildo modeled exactly like the one that had raped her. She never forgot that dick even for a second, even in visuals. But after the rape, even with herself it wouldn’t reach the edge. She’d closed her eyes and used it…
This is what happened.
She felt deep self-loathing. Using the man who’d raped her for masturbation. Right now she was thinking of Kim Jinwu, so mentally it was fine.
“Huuuuh…”
Yoo Dahui stuck the hated silicone dick to the floor and mounted it. The female-superior position she’d felt while riding Kim Jinwu was perfect. Stab—stab—
“Uuh… ah… aaan…”
She rode the dildo that felt like it was crushing her womb, eyes closed, hips grinding. The pleasure was on another level. Then someone knocked at the door.
Knock knock—
“Who is it?”
Yoo Dahui didn’t stop moving.
Kang Hana? No, unexpected voice.
“It’s me. Dahui-ya, let’s go sightseeing at the academy.”
“Huff… ah… Sorry, I’m really tired… I want to rest until the assembly…”
She barely swallowed the moan threatening to escape. Even with Kim Jinwu standing right outside, she didn’t stop. Instead, her excitement soared. The silicone dildo suddenly felt like Kim Jinwu’s real cock. Pleasure surged. Her toes curled, hips froze. The dizzy feeling of his weight pinning her and pushing against her womb made her hit the edge.
“Hmm?”
While Kim Jinwu was distracted for a moment, Yoo Dahui’s mind cleared. Her lower belly still trembled, but the heat had passed enough for coherent thought.
“Then rest well.”
“U-Yes… okay…”
But she couldn’t stop the rough breathing. Kim Jinwu walked away. Yoo Dahui sank into guilt. The dildo covered in her own juices, the puddle on the floor.
Should I kill myself…?
Naturally, Philosopher’s Time arrived and she suddenly wanted to regress.