62. I Became the Academy's Veteran Player
The next morning.
Eight a.m.
Knock knock.
"Room service, sir."
The room service legend had begun.
Just as I'd expected, it seemed to arrive three times a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Nice.
A legend that provides three square meals a day. Can't complain.
"The door's already open."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I said this while lazily stroking my fully erect cock.
Click.
The handle turned and the door swung inward.
Oh?
So the legends update their countermeasures as we refine our methods?
I'd already guessed from the voice, but this time it was a male employee.
He pushed the cart in while walking backward, his head bent a full 180 degrees the wrong way—a genuinely grotesque sight.
The employee who wheeled the cart up to me lifted the dome-shaped steel cover off the food.
There was a mouthwatering kimchi stew with a bowl of steamed rice, and even a slice of chocolate cake on the side for dessert.
"Guest. Is this the food you ordered?"
Whether I said yes or no, the legend would trigger either way.
I wasn't about to be jerked around by a ghost story.
I rose from the bed, still stroking myself.
The employee seemed to sense something ominous and took a step back.
I gave the food a leisurely once-over, then spoke.
"Come here. Take a look—is this right?"
"...Pardon?"
"Come over here and check, you bastard."
Trying to abuse an innocent legend was harder than I'd thought.
Turns out being an asshole isn't something just anyone can pull off.
The employee shuffled nervously toward the cart.
"If you could just tell me what the problem is..."
I flexed my cock.
[Vajra Body]
Then, gripping my cock like a club, I swung it straight into the bubbling stone pot of kimchi stew.
CRASH.
With a thunderous clatter, the pot went flying at the employee.
Scalding kimchi stew splattered all over his body.
"Kieeeeeeek!"
The legend twisted and writhed, moaning.
"The hell is with that bitch-like moaning? Oh my. Were you a woman once? Doesn't matter either way. I'll just make you one."
Dammit. This isn't workable.
From now on, I'd stick to plain old verbal abuse with the male staff.
"Kweeeeeek!"
A guest approaching him with a cock the size of a baseball bat, fully erect and swinging.
Terrified, the employee dropped to all fours and started crawling away like a fleeing dragoon.
Skreeee—
Smoke rose from his body as he scrambled toward the door.
His arms and legs crumbled to ash and collapsed onto the guest room floor, but he kept crawling, each limb waging its own desperate little war to drag him outside.
"Get over here. Where do you think you're going."
"G-guest, I'm s-s-so s-s-soorrryyyiiiiee you motherf—"
Ssssssss—
Right at the threshold, he dissolved into ash and was gone.
The stone pot of kimchi stew lay tipped over on the floor.
With my indestructible Vajra Body hand, I scooped the spilled pork and kimchi back into the pot.
"Yo, this kimchi stew is incredible."
Glasses ladled another spoonful into his mouth.
Just like the evening before, we'd all gathered together to eat the food collected from the legend as breakfast.
"Ah, I was craving Korean food anyway. So good."
Chubby chewed on a piece of pork from the stew and gave me a thumbs-up.
I returned the gesture in kind.
Yoon Seokhyeon rubbed the back of his neck and spoke up.
"Ugh. I had a nightmare last night. You think it's because of the legend? Nothing weird happen to you guys?"
"What nightmare?"
Glasses asked.
"I was in some kind of dungeon, and there were these loud bangs going off nonstop, and I could hear a woman—somebody who seemed like a comrade—dying. Then this massive, ripped monster snickered and dragged her off somewhere."
Seo Yujin and I exchanged an awkward glance.
Chubby and Glasses both answered.
"Hmm. I was so tired yesterday I slept like a rock."
"Same."
Yoon Seokhyeon sliced into his handmade burger with a knife.
"Yujin, what about you? Sleep okay? You look kinda tired."
"Huh? ...Uh. Yeah, I slept a little badly, that's all."
Glasses and Chubby immediately started making a fuss beside her.
"Since when do you care whether she slept well?"
"What's with you two, huh? Huh?"
Yoon Seokhyeon ignored them both and held out half his burger to Seo Yujin.
"I've got plenty here. Want half, Yujin?"
"Huh? N-no thanks. I'm full."
I raised my hand.
"Give it to me."
"Huh? ...Sure. Whatever."
I took the burger and bit off a huge mouthful.
"Oh. The patty's actual beef."
"Is it good? You sure eat with an appetite..."
Yoon Seokhyeon said bitterly.
"It'll do. Gonna be a lot of exertion again today, so I need to fuel up."
Glasses snorted beside me.
"Man, what exertion could you possibly have? Holy Explosion is just a flick of your fingers."
"Well. Fair point."
Meanwhile, Seo Yujin had been staring between my legs this entire time.
The moment our eyes met, she whipped her head away.
[Ah, dammit. It keeps coming back to me ever since yesterday. That was my first time—how did something that huge even fit inside? It'll be the same tonight too, right? I'm losing my mind. I'm getting soaked down there again. What am I supposed to do about this?]
"If everyone's done eating, let's get moving."
Yoon Seokhyeon said.
We freshened up and started climbing the hotel again.
On the fifth floor, lunch arrived via room service.
Contrary to our expectation that dinner would come on the sixth, a dessert service showed up around three in the afternoon instead.
We ate dinner service on the seventh floor and made our way up to the eighth.
On the way up, I drifted close to Seo Yujin and asked quietly.
"Coming tonight?"
She glanced around at the others, then gave a small nod.
Once we reached the eighth floor, we agreed—same as yesterday—to spend the evening in free time within our own rooms.
I sprawled out on the plush bed and sank deep into thought.
'The hotel is twenty floors, and we can climb at most four per day. At this rate, the legend gets cleared in three days.'
I'd figured it would take a day or two at most.
It had stretched out longer than expected.
'Seolha and Jiyoon must be worried sick by now, huh?'
Then again, you never know.
'Just like that deformed dungeon, time might be warped in here. We could walk out and find barely a day has passed.'
I set a timer alarm on my phone and decided to get some sleep.
If I was going to give Yujin a thorough "treatment" later, I'd need to stockpile plenty of stamina first.
01:24
Past one in the morning.
"Hii-yah! Haaah!"
Yujin was pumping my cock with her hand, grunting with effort.
"Hey. They'll hear us from outside."
"Huh? Oh. Right?"
When she'd first slipped into my room ten minutes ago she'd been all fidgety and embarrassed, but once we were both naked, the awkwardness had somehow melted away instead.
I sat on the bed with my legs stretched out, and Yujin knelt between them, face down, working my cock with her hand.
This was the play that had failed yesterday—make me finish with her hand and catch it in her mouth.
"You're the one who said handjobs don't count. Even if they did, you'd only get a tiny bit of effect."
"I thought it over really carefully before falling asleep last night, and no matter how I look at it, it should work."
"I'm telling you, it's a waste of time..."
"And what if it does work? Then you raped me yesterday."
Seo Yujin said, dead serious.
"And if it doesn't?
Then you accused your comrade—who stayed up late trying to save you—of being a rapist."
And so the bet was born.
Whoever loses the bet must offer a sincere apology.
If her theory turned out to be wrong, she would agree to do it completely naked, so that the remaining cum could be planted directly inside her—that was the condition that sealed the deal.
Not that I had any reason to refuse.
It was a bet I couldn't lose.
My body knows that hand stimulation does nothing. And in the unlikely event there's even a trace of an effect?
I just switch Nutrient Mode off, simple as that.
'She has no idea this thing can be turned on and off.'
Seo Yujin's reasoning went like this:
[No matter how I slice it, it makes no sense. If creampieing works, then a handjob has to work too. I absolutely have to watch this bastard grovel and apologize. And if it doesn't? Big deal, he says sorry once and we're done.]
"Hnngh. My arm's getting tired."
Yujin switched hands, resuming her strokes with her left.
Her small A-cup breasts swayed gently with the motion.
I studied her right arm.
The black magic poison had crept back up to her elbow.
"We did two creampies yesterday and it still reverted. So we need at least three a day. That means there's actual progress being made."
"So you're enjoying this? Thinking about devouring me?"
"You're the one enjoying it."
"...Excuse me?"
Seo Yujin's hand stopped mid-stroke.
"You kept sneaking glances between my legs all day today. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
"Wh-when did I ever. Are you delusional or something?
Just hurry up and come already."
Flustered, she changed the subject and started stroking again.
"At this rate, you won't make me come by tonight."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Spit on it. Get it nice and slick."
"You absolute pervert."
Seo Yujin glared at me with pure contempt.
I kicked my feet idly against the mattress, entirely at ease.
"Then keep suffering, I guess."
Shooting daggers at me, she gathered saliva in her mouth.
Then—ptoo—she spat it right onto the head of my cock.
Seo Yujin smeared the spit up and down my shaft, then resumed stroking.
Squelch, squelch. The lewd sound of saliva being worked into skin filled the room.
Her face scrunched up.
"Ugh. That sound is so gross."
"Definitely feels better than before, though."
"...Really? Ohh. More precum's coming out."
Yesterday she'd been so disgusted by the whole thing.
Now she just looked outright fascinated.
"Yujin."
"What."
Seo Yujin was completely absorbed in her stroking.
"Can I touch your breasts?"
"..."
"No?"
My hand was already hovering right in front of her perked-up nipple, waiting for clearance.
Seo Yujin asked carefully.
"...Would touching them make you come faster?"
"Obviously."
"Then touch them gently."
With my fingertip, I gave her stiff little nipple the softest of teasing strokes.
"Hnngh."
Seo Yujin bit her lower lip in embarrassment and kept stroking my cock.
In the mirror across the foot of the bed, her kneeling form and bare pussy were on full display.
Clear nectar dripped from her like honey, falling drop by drop onto the bed sheets.
"Ah. I think you're about to come."
"Stubborn little brat. Finally getting you off, huh."
I knelt up on the bed.
Seo Yujin, still bent forward, looked up at me as she pumped my massive cock with everything she had.
"Ah— open."
In front of the glans, she opened her mouth wide.