Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: [Abyssal Miner] Wow! E-rank!
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'What a long day.'
Morning training wrapped up, followed by a sweet day with Erika, then solo night training before heading back to the inn and straight to the bath.
Hot water beating down on me, loosening my muscles into a blissful haze. Feels great.
Scrub scrub.
Rubbing soap into a lather in the inn's bathroom, scrubbing every inch.
Surprisingly, not many people know this, but soap has ancient history—records from Babylonian times or Egyptian papyrus around 1500 BC.
Of course, it wasn't modern soap back then, and recreating it without any base tech? Impossible for me.
The soap I could make already exists anyway.
No spreading soap-making knowledge from comics or isekai stories to get rich—ain't happening.
Learned that digging up "useful knowledge for reincarnation or possession" stuff.
Soaping up armpits, groin, behind ears, nape, between toes—cleaning every nook and cranny brings a certain girl's face to mind naturally.
'Lee Ah-rin.'
My little sister, barging into my place unannounced, nagging away.
Every wash, her cleaning tips memo pops up, naturally dragging up memories.
Mouth like a sailor, but she'd cook side dishes on Mom's orders, make meals when I looked lonely eating alone.
Cleaned my room, helped with returns... grateful for all that.
Her tips boosted my charm too...
That nasty parting shot hits me.
'Gotta make up...'
Thinking back, it was nothing major.
Why freak out so bad over partying with Healer Kim Min-ji? Still don't get it.
Sure, she was worried—newbie hunter barely awakened, nearly died the day before.
But partying for a dungeon? Not worth that rage.
I have pride too.
Treated me like trash, ignored me—no brotherly respect.
Always cursing over nothing.
'Head got hot over it.'
Bad memories soften with time.
Less the fight's anger, more her happy steak face, helping with returns, picking clothes—good stuff resurfaces, leaving me wistful.
Wanna reconcile, apologize first maybe.
'Tsk...'
Time stop trait's great, but here's the problem.
For me, it's over a week since the fight.
Ah-rin's face pops up every wash, replaying that day.
But back in reality, only hours passed since the afternoon spat—dinner time at most.
'Not even a day.'
She needs time to think she overreacted maybe.
This way, she's stewing in rage.
Won't know I'm regretting solo.
Feels unfair, like I'm the only one sorry.
"Haa..."
Naturally, another scene pops up.
Ah-rin after showering in my room.
Wet, lower half clothed, upper just a towel—that memory.
Just picturing sis, and blood rushes south instantly.
"Fuck."
My dick's rock-hard, veins bulging skyward, precum dripping like it's weeping for me.
Sister regrets? Dick's crying in solidarity?
Moments ago, touching family moment pondering apology?
Why'd fantasy veer to boner territory?
'Hopeless.'
Yeah, libido's built up lately.
Post-[Famed Empty Talk] sex marathon, no jerking.
After, too busy anyway.
Hard training should kill sex drive from fatigue, but trait rush and Wind Nourishing Pill overflow energy—libido won't quit.
'Jerk off after so long?'
Eh, feels wasteful.
Girlfriend Erika, and I'm fapping?
We've just kissed once—decision day.
No more since. Pure hand-holding, giggling stage.
Can't relieve with her yet.
'Solo 7th floor?'
With Erika, no succubus peeking or happy time.
Her volunteer day—solo clear 7th floor sounds good.
Pretty succubi or other girls, and I'm jerking? No way.
Fired up, rinsed quick and out.
'It'll go down eventually. Moments pass.'
Laid on bed, checked daily quest screen.
Random Box (Lowest) claim time.
Lately trash only, but something's something.
Not total garbage sometimes.
Tapped blinking claim—pop! Poké Ball drops from air.
Clicked center button like always.
Normally splits top-bottom, item out.
Sudden milky smoke from gold center, system message above.
▼
[......God Realm' 'Trait: Heavenly Martial Body' 'Skill: Swordsmanship' 'Trait: Genius' 'Skill: Multi......]
Something I'd never seen appeared.
'What the hell.'
▼
[......High-Speed Chant' 'Item: Vengeful Sword Fragarach (SS)' 'Trait: Basic......]
Shh, shhh, shrrrr...
Stunned in this absurd situation, text scrolls right-to-left slowly, then speeds up.
Text keeps appearing right, vanishing left.
'This is it, fuck yeah?'
Land on arrow, get that thing.
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[──────────────────────────]
Shrrrrrrrash-!
Eventually too fast even for my eyes—like a solid line.
Lowest-grade box had jackpot chance? Must be that.
Squint hard at slot-machine window.
Please, please.
Anything good, fuck.
Lately nothing but shit.
Heart pounding, mouth flooding saliva.
Brain drowning in dopamine—gacha rush.
Fist clenched, sweat seeping.
'Don't need much.'
That passing ['Trait: Immortality'] or ['Item: Hypnosis Skillbook (B+)'], ['Trait: Weapon Master'].
So many goodies.
Any'll do.
Shrrrr...
Slows finally.
Stops on one.
'Landed on.'
▼
[……Onahole (E)' 'Trait: Lightning' 'Item: Chains of Heaven (SS+)' 'Skill: Truth......]
Stops on ominous text.
Boom-!
Smoke clears post-explosion, capsule holds flesh-toned silicone thing.
Squishy, familiar shape.
No way...
What the...
"System, you fucking bastard!"
Immediately hurled the capsule.
"Joking right now? Messing with me? I look funny to you?!"
What was that flashy show?
Fragarach? Genius? Heavenly Martial Body? Immortality—where?!
All that gone, this my prize?
Not just goodies—trash like [Magic Water Bottle], [Crisis Doll] too.
I know, those probs existed.
But hyped jackpot hard, then this?
E-rank disposable onahole? Crisis Doll was E too—saves life!
"Crazy? Hey! Doll saves life, this equals that? My life = one wank in your eyes? Answer me, you fucker!"
No reply, obviously.
"Aaaagh! Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!"
Frigid silence—ripped hair, screamed.
Berserk warrior mode.
Roaring, rolling, trashing—bald innkeeper rushed up, shocked.
Later heard: guests peeked halls wondering chaos.
Blind rage ignored him, wrecked room.
Nearly evicted, but paid damages, reno, compensation—grabbed new room.
203 to empty 202.
203 nice—sides empty, minimal noise worry.
202 next to long-term 201—watch noise now.
'Haa...'
Vented anger, better... fuck no.
Don't show if trash.
Grabbed onahole, squished.
Squishy, stretchy.
Soft, shape-shifting texture.
"..."
Dick tenting pants.
Healthy bastard.
Wasted E-rank? Curiosity—test it.
How good for E?
No lube—spread hole, gel inside. Good.
Finger in—standard onahole feel.
Aligned tip, pushed slow.
Schlup.
"Hm..."
Softer inside than thought.
Worried size issue—tight but stretchy, swallowed to base easy.
But.
'Just regular onahole?'
Tried many—no diff.
Flat inside, meh.
"Right, that."
Set target—anyone?
Girls flash: Erika first... but.
'Erika feels wrong.'
Pure love taint.
Save for real later.
Luna same—future conquest.
Lisa? Insane.
Nyami cute, Erika's friend—pass.
[Famed Empty Talk] girls—revisit anytime.
No need.
'Ah-rin...?'
Gulp.
Shower boner from her?
Tempting option.
Not blood sis.
No future sex ever.
One-time onahole fantasy.
'She won't know.'
Imagined sis staring.
Disgust, bug-eyed contempt.
Twitch.
Dick jumps in onahole.
"No. Wrong."
Shook head clear.
Did Ah-rin-like hentai before, but.
Real pussy texture? Different league.
Onahole version? Unhuman.
Who then.
Marie no, Kim Min-ji saved me.
'Ah! Her.'
Choi Ji-na.
Goddess S-rank healer, hunter idol.
Memory: tight white bodysuit hugging curves, strutting haughty.
Association entrance—brushed past like extra, emotionless ignore.
Didn't register my existence.
"Choi Ji-na! You're it."
Poké Ball line.
"Yeah."
Onahole vibrates.
"Oh? Ooh?"
Feel changes.
Flat walls writhe alive, bumpy nubs sprout, cling to glans, shaft—wrinkles lick sticky.
Real human flesh.
Gel turns hot slick juices, soft mucosa wraps head.
Squishy cool silicone heats to body temp.
Crucially, scent wafts—not artificial, that fleeting whiff of Choi Ji-na passing by.
Sweet body odor rises.
"Kgh... Fuck!"
Brain glitches.
Feels like pounding her real pussy.
Per desc, exact replica—same thing.
"Fucking bitch! Think my dick's a joke?!"
Hips buck involuntary.
Wrinkle kiss shaft—no need hands.
Tight wrinkles cling, pulse relax—pleasure without moving.
S-rank pussy muscles? Grip insane.
"This Choi Ji-na's pussy?"
Feels good.
God-tier.
Best pussy ever.
Lie eyes closed—feels her riding, hips grinding.
Fantasy: haughty face twisted pleasure, begging me move.
"Fuck... Insanely good..."
Vitality boost saves me—else shot early.
Enhanced lets savor.
'As you wish.'
Hips thrust per fantasy plea.
Hands grip fixed, waist pumps.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Like real—juices flow, wet slaps.
Insane. Truly.
Active thrusting—nubs grind obsessive.
"Urk... Fuck...!"
Limit hits fast—S-rank power overwhelms even enhanced.
"Get pregnant, Choi Ji-na! Bitch! Knock you up!"
Yank deep, crush cervix, unleash.
Spurt! Spuuuurt!
Massive load blasts from slit.
Week's worth, endless waves—no leak outside.
Real onahole would've overflowed—this slurps greedy.
Each pulse, wrinkles hug ecstatic, milking every drop.
"Hahk... Hahk... Hahk..."
Clutched tight, gasping—final suck pulls last remnants.
Poof.
Onahole dusts to sparkles, vanishes.
Semen, juices gone—cleanup perfect.
"Haaaa..."
Staring ceiling, senses return.
Godly. For real.
If real Ji-na pussy? Gotta fuck someday.
E-rank onahole?
'Admitted.'
System right, I wrong.
Higher grades link real? Wondering when.
Bang!
Next door—201—fist wall thud.
Ah...
Too loud probably.
"Sorry!"
Silence.
Heard for sure.
Soon after, I slept.