Chapter 83

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 83

Chapter Title: Kongkong (3)

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I closed the gallery.

Just moments ago, I'd run into the pink succubus.

Her nickname was Kongkong, occupation: Ero Trap Dungeon Master.

She was one of the veteran lurkers who'd never revealed herself until now.

"Hmm..."

What should I say?

I'm not exactly known for being silver-tongued.

Kongkong seemed like a total outcast.

"Hmm..."

An awkward silence hung in the air.

Kongkong's eyes darted around, lost.

Mine did too.

What should we talk about?

Unlike with the 3M Hamster's dungeon, my throat felt tight, suffocating.

"You're a big sis, not a bro."

"Well, yeah...?"

"Like, a real big sis...?"

"Do I look like a bro to you...?"

Kongkong tilted her head.

Phew, this reaction seemed safe enough.

"Anyway, here's a housewarming gift."

"Who gives an escape scroll as a gift to a Dungeon Master?"

Kongkong let out a small chuckle.

"It's the most expensive thing I have..."

"I'll just accept the sentiment. It's useless to me but could be vital for you, Newbie."

"Then next time something useful comes up, I'll give that instead."

"Sounds good."

The awkward vibe eased up a bit.

This was ice-breaking, right?

"Feel free to talk casually, sis."

"I can?"

"Of course. You're way senior to me—curse freely if you want."

"Got it..."

Kongkong's expression softened as she continued.

"Standing around here's kinda weird, so wanna head inside and chat?"

"Sure."

"But before we do, I need a firm answer: Can you keep everything about my dungeon secret from everyone else after this?"

I blinked.

I had a rough idea already.

But better to hear it straight from her.

"Mind if I ask why?"

"You already know, don't you?"

"Know what?"

Sis Kongkong's ears turned red.

Her lips twitched before she mumbled softly.

"Th-that... my dungeon's a bit of a unique one."

Hmm.

Rumors were spot on.

"Yeah, it is."

"Ugh... Th-then why ask! You should've just picked up on it and moved on quick!"

"Just wanted that firm confirmation."

Sis Kongkong hung her head low.

She was mortified.

"F-fine... M-my dungeon's pervy... It's that kinda lewd dungeon you think it is, and I don't wanna show it to the others... There, happy?"

Was this that humiliation play thing?

Sis Kongkong was way more embarrassed than I'd imagined.

"Honestly, I think ero trap dungeons are badass too..."

"Don't call it that derogatory name...!"

"No, for real. Why be so ashamed?"

"Ughhh..."

There's this thing called honey traps.

Using a beautiful woman to lead someone to ruin.

It shows up plenty in the history I know.

I see ero trap dungeons the same way.

Dungeons that repel invaders with seductive tricks.

No need to be that ashamed, I thought.

"Own it with pride. I think your dungeon's super cool, sis Kongkong."

I gave her a thumbs up of approval.

But.

Sis Kongkong's stance was even more stubborn than expected.

She just shook her head no.

"No, no, no, absolutely not! You think so too, right? Everyone else has cool dragons or undead or golems or spirits fighting invaders with their minions! But mine? Just tentacles, succubi, monster girls—all freaky and pervy stuff. Traps that are all..."

To sum up sis's rant in one word:

Her dungeon was the worst.

That's what she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was claiming.

Tears even welled up in her eyes.

As a fellow "unique" Dungeon Master, it hurt my heart.

Ero trap dungeon.

Was it really that embarrassing???

I wished she'd have some confidence.

This Newbie who manipulates ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠anomalies struts around with chest puffed, after all.

"A dungeon that juices invaders dry to repel them can't be cool, right!? My minions spend every day heh-heh-hehing, just sucking essence from invaders. Invaders aren't even after magic stones—they come to bang the minions... At this point, am I a brothel madam or a Dungeon Master? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Puhaha, hahaha, ah, it's hilarious. You think it's funny too, right? Huhuhu, hehehe, hngaaah..."

Were the woes of an ero trap Dungeon Master.

A pain this Newbie couldn't even imagine?

Was she laughing or crying?

Sis Kongkong wore an inscrutable expression.

"Whew."

This won't do.

Time to show off this Newbie's real skills.

From here on, full-power headpats for sis Kongkong.

"Ever heard of 'nation-toppling beauty'? Why do you think that phrase exists? Looks are power. Sex appeal's the same. Doesn't matter if you seduce 'em to death, slice 'em with a blade, or anomaly-blast 'em—the method doesn't matter."

"......"

"The result's the same: invaders repelled. So sis, live proud as an ero trap Dungeon Master. Your dungeon shines brilliantly today too."

Another thumbs up.

Sis Kongkong fidgeted with her fingers, gazing warmly at me.

"Th-then, Newbie... Between Dino World and Night, which Dungeon Master do you wanna be? My level and points are way higher..."

Hmm.

"......Dino World."

"You little shit."

How could anyone resist dinosaurs?

Night was an incredible dungeon in every way.

Minions wearing what could barely be called clothes waved hello at me happily.

Wow.

Totally pervy.

If I didn't have mental resistance, I'd probably be charmed for sure.

The prettiest minion in my dungeon was the merchant in Zone 4.

Here, ones rivaling her in looks and figure roamed freely.

"They're not sapients, right?"

"Nope. Think of 'em as dolls in human form."

According to Sarang.

Visitors to Kongkong's dungeon weren't just after magic stones.

Plenty came for shadier reasons.

Of course, it wasn't a brothel or anything.

Nearly all ended up dead.

Yet people still came anyway.

Seemed like plenty of guys whose brains were ruled by their dicks.

Makes sense.

This world lacked dopamine compared to my Earth.

Offering ultimate pleasure?

To folks living dull lives without stimulation, it was tempting... maybe.

Whatever the reason, Kongkong's dungeon was one of the world's most infamous.

Word was.

It was the happiest way to die. Or something like that.

"How'd you end up an ero trap Dungeon Master, sis?"

"Did you know what anomaly was about and pick it?"

"Nah."

Sis Kongkong had picked the "Dream" theme first.

Her reason was adorably simple.

She thought it sounded prettiest.

Result? This mess.

She claimed she'd fallen victim to false advertising.

And started lamenting her fate.

"Goddammit..."

"Hang in there..."

I quietly listened.

For Kongkong, who snapped back to reality watching invaders lost in pleasure, there was just one thing to say.

"At least you kept your virginity intact."

"Yeah. Even as an ero trap Dungeon Master... Hey!"

"It's a compliment."

It really was.

I mean, without using the easiest, strongest tool available.

She'd upheld her chastity out of conviction all this time.

In a way, wasn't sis Kongkong a hero?

No.

Think about it.

Say a comrade tempts the hero: "Use these people as tools, and beating the Demon King is easy!"

But heroes declare: "I'm a hero who protects people. I can't use them as tools!"

She won't weaponize her virginity.

Sounds crazy when said out loud.

But it's basically the same.

"Newbie, you really say the wildest stuff to a lady."

"You looked down, so I joked to cheer you up... Hehe."

A bit.

Her reactions were so perfect, she was fun to tease.

"You little—! Just—! Argh!"

Sis grabbed my cheeks and yanked.

Guess my skin's baby-soft.

Stretches ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more than expected.

"Ow..."

"Sigh... Fine, let off this once."

Sis Kongkong's hands stung spicy.

Veteran for sure.

I rubbed my swollen red cheeks.

Time to quit messing around.

We were heading to the core room now.

Night spanned seven zones.

Fewer zones than expected.

But definitely vast.

Felt way bigger than 3M Hamster's Dino World.

The underground passage from earlier was Zones 1-3.

Escape that, and a forest appeared—Zone 4.

Seemed beastkin with heh-heh vibes lived here.

Lots of suspiciously lewd-looking ones.

We passed the forest.

Then a shady cave and pleasure district.

A massive castle loomed.

Where tentacles waved hello.

"Just tentacles here?"

Some mystery traps too, but.

Lacked impact.

"Seems kinda weak compared to other zones."

Sis's lips twitched again.

She mumbled something.

"Sis?"

"......Makes you one."

"Couldn't hear."

"It's a zone that temporarily turns you female......"

Ahh...

I held my tongue.

We arrived at the core room.

Sis Kongkong was demure in every move, despite her killer body.

"Truly an unlucky Dungeon Master."

"...Honestly, yeah."

"Does keeping chaste even matter?"

Keep or not.

Survival first.

Dungeon Masters were defenses against invaders, after all.

Means to strengthen like anomalies.

If it wasn't pricey itself, it'd be more efficient.

Sudden T-brained curiosity hit.

"I did pick related traits, of course. I'm definitely stronger than my minions in that area, but... instinctually, it repulses me."

"Huh?"

"Same vibe as you saving innocent invaders."

Ah, got it.

"Sis, you're a hero."

"What kinda nonsense is that..."

"Gotta respect the conviction."

Anyway.

Time to get to why.

Why did Kongkong—who hated admitting she was an ero trap Dungeon Master—call me here?

"W-well, our dungeon mainly uses or essence drain, right? But there's this one invader it's not working on... tough to handle..."

"Marquis Davirus?"

"How'd you know?"

Makes sense.

A potbellied uncle stood out among the sleek knights.

A breeding creep in an ero trap dungeon.

Tougher than a Blessed One.

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