Chapter 1428

<Chapter 1428> 1428. The Academy’s Savior

“……We can’t just wait for rescue at the dungeon entrance. I’m starting the dungeon run.”

The moment Rachel declared with resolve.

BOOM.

It felt like my brain and heart exploded simultaneously.

[Death Resistance has activated. You will not die for the next 15 seconds.]

“Shit.”

Helplessly.

Completely powerless, I was taken down.

My brain and heart – either one exploding would be fatal, but both went off at once.

Rachel hadn’t realized I’d died yet. I couldn’t show her me coming back to life like some kind of boast. Complete Recovery is my ace in the hole. So before she noticed, I used it.

[Using Complete Recovery.]

Fortunately, I was confident in my acting skills.

‘Rachel believes this happened from the backlash of summoning a Spirit. Guess I shouldn’t be doing any summoning for a while then.’

An ace stays an ace as long as it remains secret. For now, I’ll keep pretending until things get truly precarious.

‘First, I need to gauge the difficulty of this dungeon.’

The Dungeon of Deception – it didn’t exist in the original story. Some basic information is necessary to clear it.

“Mr. Gender, your complexion seems much better suddenly…”

“It’s a family secret art. I’ve passed the immediate danger, but…my body isn’t fully recovered. I can walk, but fighting will be difficult.”

“Is fighting even the issue right now? You clearly lost more blood than anyone could survive. Rather than waiting for uncertain rescue…we should clear the dungeon. I’ll take point. Mr. Gender, please follow carefully.”

Rachel said firmly with a resolute expression.

Still, she didn’t exactly seem reliable.

[Name: Rachel Craig


Strength: B- Stamina: C+ Agility: C Endurance: C Mana: D+


Trait: Magical Marksman (A+)


Skills: Sniping (A), Purification (C), Magic (D)


Affinity: 33]

Her stats were well-balanced and quite good overall.

Magical Marksman (A+)

In this world, power users typically use cold weapons that transmit mana well, but Rachel uses firearms due to her trait. The problem is, she currently doesn’t have a single gun. In emergencies, I might have to pull one out of my inventory for her.

‘If I can avoid it, I’d rather not reveal the inventory.’

While most people who need to know about pocket dimensions already do…

‘When Rachel finds out later…I can just claim I didn’t have a gun.’

Tensely, Rachel descended the underground staircase. I followed behind her, putting on a painful act.

After roughly thirty steps down,

a cave appeared. Though there were no fluorescent lights on the ceiling,

it was incredibly bright. The uneven gray cave walls were visible with perfect clarity.

‘The floor, unlike the walls or ceiling, is marble. And not just raw marble, but processed marble flooring.’

Dungeons are places where anything can appear. I decided not to think too deeply about it.

“There’s no…monsters. Should we consider ourselves lucky to not encounter them right at the entrance?”

“Maybe it’s actually worse. We don’t know what kind of monsters we’re dealing with.”

“It might not even be a dungeon meant to fight monsters. Thinking that way makes it much more advantageous, doesn’t it? Let’s try to stay positive as much as possible. Come on, let’s move forward.”

“…President. Is it alright without any weapons?”

“I’ve also trained in martial arts for situations like this, so trust me.”

We entered deeper into the cave.

As I walked through the cave, I felt a strange sensation. Typically, even if a dungeon appears cave-like, it’s far from pleasant. It might be filled with oppressive heat, or conversely, freezing cold air pooling, or excessive humidity making breathing difficult…


There’s also this.

However, the cave was pleasant in terms of temperature and humidity—everything about it was comfy.

As we ventured forth with great determination, we had to stop after less than a minute. She wore an expression of confusion.

“A fork in the road, huh.”

“Left or right. Both entrances look similar. The smell and temperature are identical too… Which way should we go?”

“Well, we can cautiously enter one side, and if it seems off, we can come back and take the other path. I usually choose right in situations like this. What about you, Seong-kun?”

“I spit whenever I’m faced with decisions like this. *Spit.* Hmm… The shape of my saliva points to the right!”

“That’s disgusting. Don’t ever do that again.”

We went right.

At the end of the path, there was a rectangular wall blocking our way.

“A dead end… Looks like we made the wrong choice.”

“Let’s check it out anyway. There might be something here.”

As we approached the wall, part of it slowly opened with a *ziiing* sound. It was an automatic door. Inside was too dark to see clearly. We looked at each other near the entrance.

“President, let’s go in. There’s no sign of monsters. If we return and take the left path, it’ll probably be similar to this. Without any information now, it’s better to proceed carefully.”

“You’re right. This is nerve-wracking… I’ll go in first.”

As we entered, the lights turned on as if they were waiting for us. Then the automatically opened door closed behind us.

We were trapped inside a rectangular room. In the center stood a pump—a manual steel pump that would rise automatically when pulled down.

“Use the pump to open the door.”

A notification window popped up.

Rachel also stared blankly into the air, so it seemed the message wasn’t just visible to me. This must’ve been an instruction from the dungeon itself.

“So, this is the kind of dungeon, huh? Should we feel relieved that there’s no monster fighting involved… or worry more about the unclear purpose of this dungeon?”

“…Since there’s no combat, we should probably count ourselves lucky. Shall I handle the pump?”

“No, I’ll do it. Knowing full well that you’re not in good condition, how could I ask you to do such a task?”

Rachel approached the pump.

Gripping the handle with both hands, she leaned her weight into it and forcefully pushed it down.

*Klunk!*

The pump emitted a cheerful sound. Immediately afterward, a viscous green liquid dripped from the ceiling onto Rachel’s right shoulder.

“Kyaa?! What is this?!”

*Sssshhiiikkk!*

Smoke rose from her right shoulder!

“President! Quickly, shake your shoulder!”

“It’s… already shaken!”

“There’s smoke! Is your skin okay? Has it melted?!”

“My skin is fine. But….”

I moved closer to Rachel. As she said, her shoulder was unharmed. Only the part of her clothing touched by the liquid had dissolved away. A pristine white shoulder was revealed. Looking closely, her right breast had slightly dropped too—it seemed her shoulder strap had melted as well.

I lowered my gaze. On the floor, the fallen green liquid glistened. I touched it with my finger—it was merely slimy.

‘…Liquid that only dissolves clothes?’

My mind raced.

All the clues were already there.

When we got trapped in the dungeon earlier, I suffered critical damage due to the side effects of the Lucky Pervert Talisman. And when Rachel decided to conquer the dungeon, she even died once.

The name of the dungeon, “Dark Hole.” The “Yin” in Yin-Huo (色誘惑) refers to lewdness.

‘The environment is excessively comfortable, there’s no sign of dangerous monsters, and this sticky liquid dissolves clothes but not skin…’

Putting all these together leads to one conclusion.

‘An Ero Trap Dungeon…!’

It might still be too early to confirm. But my gut tells me: Yin-Huo’s Hole is an Ero Trap Dungeon!

Rachel pumped the lever again. Another splash of liquid fell toward her, but she quickly dodged it.

“I get it now. Pumping releases liquid. The door… Ah, it’s opening slightly. Judging by this pace, I’ll need to pump around 100 times…”

“President, I can handle this much. Let me pump.”

“It’s settled then. I can’t overwork someone in poor condition. Stay put, Seong-kun.”

Rachel continued pulling the pump handle. More green liquid fell from the ceiling, becoming increasingly tricky to avoid—even for someone as skilled as Rachel. By the time she’d pumped about 50 times, her outfit had become alarmingly revealing. Her face flushed tomato-red, and with trembling hands, she gripped the pump tightly. The melted blouse and skirt left little to imagination…


The sight of colored bras and panties appeared before my eyes. Part of the panties had melted, making the scene incredibly lewd.

“…President. I can’t do this. From now on, I’ll handle the pump. President… please at least put on my clothes… uh?”

“Why, why are you doing this? Are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s not that… I can’t take off my clothes.”

“Huh?”

I tried to take off my clothes. But every time my fingers attempted to undress, they kept slipping.

“In a situation like this, don’t joke around!”

“I’m not joking! It’s real!”

“Haa…”

Rachel removed her hand from the pump and approached me. The broken bra no longer functioned properly; with each step she took, her massive I-cup breasts swayed violently. As she drew near, she touched my clothes.

“Here, let me help you… huh?”

The moment she tried to remove my clothes, her hands slipped just as easily.

“It seems to be the effect of this dungeon. I wanted to offer you my outerwear, but this dungeon won’t even allow that. President, I’ll handle the pump from here. I can manage this much.”

Before Rachel could say anything else, I grabbed the pump.

The door was already half-open. I attempted to crawl through the gap, but an invisible wall blocked my way, leading to Failure.

“Gaon! Don’t push yourself!”

Ignoring Rachel’s words, I pushed down the pump handle.

Clunk!

Naturally, liquid poured down from the ceiling.

“KYAAAAAAAH!”

It landed on Rachel.

“…Huh?”

Once again, Clunk!

This time, green liquid rained down on Rachel again.

‘This is what makes it a proper ero-trap dungeon!’

I wanted to pump with all my might, but I had to pretend to be the patient. Plus, I needed to consider my relationship with Rachel.

“President! Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not! Don’t look over here!”

Rachel turned her body while shouting. Her snow-white back and excessively large breasts spilling over the sides were visible. Her top rolled across the floor, now nothing more than tatters beyond recognition.

‘The bra and blouse are gone. The skirt is almost next, and the panties are barely holding on.’

Pretending not to look while taking everything in, Rachel’s figure was indeed impressive.

“…President.”

“Hmph. I can’t stop here. I’ll try to avoid the liquid coming from the ceiling as much as possible… Spirit, please pump. You should be resting, but I apologize for asking you to work.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go as slowly as I can!”

Clunk!

Green liquid fell from the ceiling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Rachel dodge the liquid. With her enormous chest, she couldn’t fully cover herself with both arms. The liquid was gradually melting her skirt and panties.

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

“…”

The outcome was set in stone. Rachel’s skirt and purple panties disappeared. The sticky green liquid melted her stockings and shoes as well, leaving her completely naked as she collapsed onto the floor.

She covered her privates with her right hand and her breasts with her left arm. Only the crucial areas were barely concealed. However, due to her large bust, parts of her oversized nipples peeked out, blushing pink. Though I didn’t see her vagina, I did catch a glimpse of her smooth lower abdomen without pubic hair.

Boom!

The door opened fully.

“President! The pump won’t move anymore. We should probably exit through the door.”

“…Spirit. Go ahead first. And absolutely do not look back.”

“Understood.”

Without hesitation, I walked out the door. There was no need to feel regretful. I had just passed the first stage of the ero-trap dungeon. What came next would only get better.

Walking straight down the path, I reached a new room. Just like earlier, when Rachel and I entered, the lights turned on and the door shut behind us.

In the center of the room sat a single box.

“Open the box.”

Rachel, using both hands to cover her I-cup breasts and curvy butt, couldn’t assist, so I approached the box.

“Be careful! It might be a trap!”

“Yes. I’ll be cautious.”

Cautious? Pfft.

This is an ero-trap dungeon. Whatever trap comes my way, it’ll only benefit me.

I opened the box.

Inside lay a blue micro bikini armor and a single sword.

“Hero’s Sword.

Attack +10

Can only be used by Gender.”

“Hero’s Armor

Defense +55

Can only be worn by Gender.”

“…President. You should come see this.”