Chapter 82
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Boing Boing (2)
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Call of Boing Boing.
The Erotic Trap Dungeon Master requested support from me.
What's going on??
Requesting support from Newbie of all people
For real, this is the first time Boing Boing's ever said something like that directly.
Did some insanely tough Blessed show up or what???
What's this??
Super fun hidden cam show??
Honestly, Newbie's right there next door, no???
Can't hold back from going to see, huh???
LOL
Is this that push-pull thing?
Of course I'd welcome it.
I can't resist incoming revenue as a Dungeon Master.
But still.
Did something change in Boing Boing's mindset?
She'd been so negative about me coming to her dungeon just a little while ago.
I can go anytime, sure.
But you hadn't said a word until just recently,
so I figured it was a no...
It's a bit hard to explain the details here in the gallery,
so could we meet up and talk?
Then at least a quick summary in the replies...
Replies are, um...
Master might see them, so it's tricky.
"!"
.....
My lips are sealed too.....
Drawing a line with Master is hilarious lol
lololololol
lollollollollollol
lollollollollollol
Why is Master looking flustered so funny lol
It's very on-brand for Boing Boing,
but at this point, I'm getting curious about the reason too...
No way for us to find out anyway...
Last time I asked Newbie this jerk to show his real face, he never did,
true bro of this era lol
Heh heh
Even if we ask for Boing Boing's pic this time,
she'll ignore us anyway, right??
It hurts my feelings.
But that's right though
Privacy is important, yeah
Ha... look at this bullshit
Finally showing your true colors, huh????
I'd been ignoring you since you were quiet till now,
but you were just gathering excuses to hit on Newbie...
I'd originally planned to scout the count's territory.
But now I'll have to adjust those plans a bit.
My position shifted anyway, so the dungeon coordinates changed too.
The count took a big hit as well.
He won't barge into Dreamland right away.
Let's put out the urgent fires first.
"Squishy, return!"
-Ack.
I ordered Squishy, who was en route to the count's territory, to come back.
Only about five hours since departure, so it wouldn't take much time.
Bro, send me the dungeon coordinates.
One sec.
They're all out now, but...
Like when Newbie helped with the car wash before, there might be a camp right at the entrance.
Check the surroundings carefully.
Anyway, stay hidden and be careful.
And thank you so much for accepting so readily.
"Alright, let's head in."
"Ack."
Squishy—scout, janitor, emotional support plushie, and mount all in one.
The moment he returned, we set off for Boing Boing's dungeon.
Boing Boing's dungeon is called "Night."
Not the eating night, but night sky night. Guess that's where the name came from.
She denies it, but it's famous outside for being all "hehehe" creepy.
"An erotic trap dungeon... wonder how it works..."
Maybe it lures you into double suicide or something?
Should've asked Love before heading out.
Newbie, what're you thinking right now heh heh?
Hmm.
Hmmmmm.
Hmmmmmm.
Well, honestly, any guy would be curious.
Can't help being interested.
Floaty float.
Squishy's interior was toasty warm as always.
His transparent body was like glass.
Like looking down from a Ferris wheel, I took in the scenery outside.
Snow was falling from the sky.
Piling up thick on trees and grass.
Animals leaving footprints in the white snow.
Snow's just like sugar powder.
Melts away with a shrrrk at a touch.
Turns everyday stuff beautiful.
Snow's trash when you step in it, though.
But watching like this heals the soul.
Pretty view, huh heh heh
Don't do anything weird at Boing Boing's dungeon ㅠㅠ
I said exactly 53 times I won't.
But...
Ah.
Love says she can't trust me anymore!
What point is there in living!
Guess I'll die
ㅠㅠ...
The way to handle a menhera is with menhera right back.
Once I go menhera, their options shrink.
Anyway.
Killing time on the gallery, and before I knew it,
we were almost at the destination.
Boing Boing Ham's dungeon was in the Blue Tree Plains.
The Blue Tree Plains? Just your standard snow-covered plain, really.
But featuring monsters like dire wolves five times the size of normal wolves,
yeti, trolls, and such powerful ones.
Monsters alone wouldn't be an issue,
but it's close to Marquis Davirus's territory,
so high chance of Chew Chews showing up.
"Just like this."
There was a camp at Night's entrance.
Full of armed folks inside.
Probably intruders into Boing Boing's dungeon.
Not bigger than the Dreamland assault team I saw at my place before.
But their gear and individual auras were no joke.
Elite squad, for sure.
I snapped a pic from the sky and posted it to DunGallery.
That's the White Storm Knights.
The fat middle-aged guy in the center looks like Marquis Davirus, yeah.
Good, no Sword Master.
Knights level, well...
15 including the marquis, not that many,
and if they haven't been hit by a Blessed recently,
Boing Boing should handle them fine, right?
Boing Boing,
these guys are the problem, right?
Yes, exactly.
But Newbie, can you get inside the dungeon?
They're right up against the entrance like that.
So.
Not quite the "fucked like car wash ham" vibe.
Veteran reactions suggest Boing Boing Ham's dungeon isn't weak either.
So why call me in?
"Guess I'll find out once I'm in..."
But how to get in?
During car wash ham, the elves were camped far from the entrance, so I slipped in easy. These guys are plastered right to it.
Hmm.
Try shrinking?
Would be nice if I could shrink too.
"Ack."
Squishy refused.
Looks like only he shrinks.
"Fuck it, just drop an anomaly on 'em?"
No.
If I could wipe them all at once, sure.
Otherwise, waste points and break rules for nothing.
I'm already drawing aggro as is.
"Better idea... Ah."
Got a good one.
No need to waste cute anomalies on this.
A way to sneak past the knights into the dungeon.
The plain wasn't total open field.
Trees, grass, hills—places to hide.
I descended from the sky and flattened myself on the ground.
Then whispered a secret mission to Squishy.
"Ack!"
Squishy stretched part of himself long, struck a loyal pose,
and vanished somewhere.
A moment later.
The ground began to shake.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Where's that noise coming from?"
The intruders panicked.
They started scanning around for the source.
My eyes followed theirs.
White mist rising over there.
Like an avalanche starting.
"Grrr! Grrr!"
Trolls charging from beyond.
Roaring furiously.
Leading them, Squishy fleeing at a tantalizing, just-out-of-reach speed,
wiggling his butt right in their faces.
Hmm.
My take? Kinda like that Turkish ice cream guy.
Get mad~?
Get mad~?
Familiar voice echoes in my brain.
Watching Squishy lure the trolls,
this wasn't ordinary trolling.
He slimed their bodies slick (mostly armpits), tickling relentlessly.
Trolls ignored at first.
-Ack.
But Squishy never gives up.
Like nonstop hips, the tickling was merciless.
Honestly, who'd not get pissed?
Every time they tried to peel him off,
he wouldn't even let them touch themselves.
Squishy took zero hits from start to finish.
Immortal anyway, won't die.
But seeing him like that, what a minion.
Not sure if it fits, but they say rage is contagious.
One troll swings at Squishy, hits another troll.
Chain reaction spreads,
now a whole frost troll tribe chasing Squishy.
Squishy's destination? None other than Marquis Davirus's camp.
"A slime and trolls...?"
"Heading this way!"
"Why the hell are they coming at us...?"
"W-we don't know either..."
The knights flustered by the sudden trolls,
but snapped to quickly.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
They drew swords at the marquis's order,
stepped out of camp, ready to fight.
"13, 14, 15. Okay. All clear."
Camp empty.
Eyes drawn away.
Perfect infiltration chance.
Good job, Squishy.
See you inside later.
I bolted for Boing Boing's dungeon.
I blinked.
Stepping in, a long corridor of stone blocks like in some underground prison appeared.
Dim, but pink lighting softly illuminating everything felt kinda sleazy.
And.
"You're Newbie, right? Ah, hello..."
Right in front, a woman greeting me.
Woman?
Woman, you say?
Someone might say it's presumptuous after car wash ham was a guy.
But no, this had to be a woman.
Her overwhelmingly stacked chest proved her gender.
'Whoa, look at those...'
Boing Boing wasn't your average human either.
Pink bob haircut, sprouting horns.
And a devil tail.
"Ah, even if it's you, Newbie, staring like that is kinda embarrassing..."
Boing Boing's true form was a petite succubus.