<Chapter 1432> 1432. The Academy’s Savior
I entered the room.
Inside the room, there were two things.
In the center, a small stage had a long pole connected to the ceiling, and in front of it sat a lone chair.
I immediately knew what this was.
Pole dancing.
Considering the special nature of this dungeon, it was probably going to be some kind of strip pole dance.
Rachel seemed to have reached the same conclusion, as her face turned bright red. The effects of the Aphrodisiac Powder from Eplasian were likely kicking in too. Her body was already extremely sensitive due to the powder.
“Dance,” a voice commanded.
As cheerful music began playing from above, a hologram appeared on the stage. A male hologram sat on the chair while a bikini-clad female hologram started dancing in front of him. She gripped the pole with elegance, intensity, and allure. There were even high-difficulty moves that an average person would struggle to replicate.
Just as the song transitioned into something stickier, the female hologram removed her bikini bra. Her breasts moved violently as she danced more provocatively, overtly appealing to sexual desires. She then discarded her panties, grinding against the pole and performed twerking moves toward the seated male hologram. At one point, she lifted her legs to reveal herself fully.
Finally, the holographic woman straddled the man’s thighs and vigorously gyrated right in front of his face before disappearing.
“…”
“…”
An oppressive silence fell over us.
After about a minute, the hologram reappeared and resumed dancing.
Rachel sighed and said,
“Haa… Let’s get this over with.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“There’s no choice if the dungeon commands it. We need to do this to proceed to the next room. And… I’ve already mentally prepared myself to show you my nudity. You’ve seen me naked already… so it wouldn’t be fair if I backed out now.”
I sat down on the chair, leaning my staff against it. Even though I’d let go of my staff, my erection remained rock-hard.
Rachel placed her Hero’s Sword on the ground and stepped onto the stage. Upbeat music filled the room as she gripped the pole, taking deep breaths repeatedly as if preparing herself mentally.
“…This is nothing.”
With that mutter, she began to dance.
Pole dancing. Dancing with the use of a pole. It might look easy, but it’s not. Using the pole imposes restrictions and makes it harder. High-difficulty moves involving the pole require exceptional core strength.
Rachel executed the pole dance gracefully. She wasn’t just any ordinary person—she was an academy student, and the Student Council President at that.
However, her massive bosom shook excessively, ruining most of the gracefulness. Due to those mammoth breasts, she looked less like a dancer and more like a cow performing on stage.
The music changed.
Rachel hesitated for a moment before quickly removing the bikini armor covering her chest.
Without realizing it, my mouth hung open. The sheer majesty of her Class 1 cup overflow breasts was overwhelming. My eyes kept being drawn to the pink nipples protruding prominently from her bouncing cleavage. Yet despite all the intense movement, her inverted nipples showed no signs of popping out.
‘This must be the type that requires manual extraction, even though she should be highly aroused thanks to the flower powder.’
Rachel’s chest was truly astonishing. Even the slightest movement caused her breasts to react dramatically.
Mesmerized, I watched her dance. Pre-cum dripped profusely from the tip of my erect member.
“Haaak, haaak, haak…”
Her heavy breathing reached my ears through the music due to our proximity.
Had she reached her physical limit? Or was it something else…
If there’s any other reason her breathing is getting heavy, I can confidently say it’s not the first option. No matter how intensely she dances, her stamina level of C+ is far beyond that of an average person. There’s no way she’d be tired after just a few minutes of dancing.
“Haaah…”
Her eyes looked slightly unfocused. She was looking at me, and she was also looking at… my manhood. Her entire body glistened with sweat. One of her hands, which had been moving the pole up and down, now rested on her waist.
The hand gripping her bikini armor panties hesitated for a moment.
That brief hesitation disappeared as if pushed away by the sticky music. Her hand pulled her bikini panties down.
The panties slid down her plump thighs and fell with a soft thud.
My eyes widened as I saw her privates. For a moment, I forgot to breathe, focusing my vision entirely on what lay between her thighs.
It was a perfectly smooth bald pussy. It didn’t look natural; she seemed to maintain it regularly. The pink labia were tightly closed in a straight line.
However, her clitoris protruded prominently. She was on the larger side for clitorises.
Her pussy was wet. The vulva glistened in the light. While one might think it’s sweat… the sticky sensation clearly indicated it was vaginal fluid.
Rachel danced as if in a trance. There was no grace, no elegance—just raw instinct. She was simply performing a mating dance, enticing the male.
Thud.
Her knees hit the floor. It wasn’t a fall—it was deliberate. She lowered herself onto all fours, her butt facing me. Thanks to the stage on the ground, the eye level was perfect. Between her spread buttocks, her pussy and anus were fully exposed. As she slowly swayed her hips, her prominent clitoris wobbled like it had a life of its own. The pink anus was tightly closed in a floral pattern.
“Huuuuh, haaak, haaaak…”
Her breathing was different from before. This time, it was closer to a suppressed moan—a feminine sound.
Her hips began to thrust. At first, it was slow, almost like warming up. But gradually, it sped up until her butt cheeks rippled. The tightly closed labia parted, and her hymen became clearly visible as her vaginal opening gaped open.
Pfft! Pshh! Pht!
Pink juices sprayed out of her beautiful pussy, staining the stage floor. Some even splattered onto my face.
“Haahhh…”
While twerking, showing me her pussy and asshole, she reached her climax. Even considering any minor effects, this was impressive.
Her upper body collapsed onto the floor. In a position where only her hips were raised, she continued to twerk.
When the squirting stopped, she shakily stood up. Approaching me to finish, her face was dazed with pleasure. Like someone under a spell, she straddled my thighs.
My erect cock touched her pussy.
“Haaak, haak…”
Rachel grabbed my shoulders and began to grind her hips. Her pussy rubbed against my cock. Her hard-as-a-pea clitoris stuck to the slit of my glans before sliding down rapidly, caressing my shaft. The soft folds of her pussy clung tightly to my cock, reminding me of a snail crawling up a wall.
“Aaaah, ugh…!”
Squish-squish-squish.
The mixture of arousal fluids and pre-cum created a lewd sound.
The music ended.
I noticed an open door behind her back, but Rachel’s hips didn’t stop.
Her grip on my shoulders tightened. She bowed her head, her mouth slightly agape, drool dripping from her lips.
Through my cock, I could feel the squirting of her juices. Unable to hold back, I ejaculated. White semen stained both our stomachs. We remained silent, savoring the afterglow without saying a word.
About 30 seconds later, Rachel quickly got off me with a flushed face and said,
“We’ve successfully cleared the room!”
“Yes. Well done.”
We didn’t mention the arousal fluids and semen covering our bodies. Instead, we turned our backs to each other and tidied ourselves up.
I glanced at the stage. A pool of arousal fluids had gathered.
『Virgin arousal fluid.
Drinking it grants a 10-minute boost to all physical abilities.
Drinking it increases defense and attack power by 100% for 10 minutes.
Drinking it restores health and heals wounds.
The arousal fluid has a mild excitatory effect.
Effective only for males.』
I wanted to take a sip, but given the mood…
I quit.
“Hnnngh, haa…”
Rachel was crouched down, wiping away the mixed fluids from her bikini area with her palm. I secretly watched the scene unfold. While she managed to wipe away some of it, every time she touched herself, more arousal fluid kept flowing endlessly like a hamster wheel. Eventually giving up on cleaning herself, she put on her micro bikini armor. Even so, trails of her arousal continued to seep through the sides of the armor.
“Let’s… let’s go to the next room.”
“Strike the pose according to the wall painting for 10 minutes.”
“You must be nude.”
This was a relatively easy room.
Nude? We’ve already seen each other’s bodies. After doing it once, how hard could doing it again be?
Rachel took off her bikini armor once more. Her folds were still wet and glistening. She grabbed her left leg and lifted it high into an ‘I’ position.
I lay beneath her, forming a bridge pose. There was no other option – the dungeon dictated our positions.
Right above me was her pink pussy. Did she feel my gaze? Her pussy twitched slightly, her clit standing erect as if begging to be touched, while her labia quivered like lips chewing on something.
Her pussy hole clenched open and shut, dripping arousal all over my face.
“I-I’m sorry! I don’t want to do this… but I’ve been feeling so hot since earlier and I can’t stop… It’s probably due to the plant pollen.”
“I understand. I’ve been feeling hot too.”
“Ahh…”
Rachel’s eyes drifted towards my erection emphasized by my bridge pose. My cock was already leaking pre-cum profusely.
“…Isn’t this difficult? You’re not in good condition, Mr. Na.”
“Well…it’s kind of embarrassing to say… but eating your arousal juices has given me some strange energy.”
“You-you ate it?!”
“It just fell onto my face, so there was no avoiding it.”
“Haaa… I’m so embarrassed…”
If anything, her arousal only increased after that comment. Of course, I didn’t say it for nothing.
In this room, we received a reward.
Two sushi boxes and two water flasks. We immediately had our meal right there.
“This is delicious! The best sushi I’ve ever tasted!”
“You’re right.”
It was so delicious that it even satisfied my usually picky taste buds.
With our stomachs full, we felt energized. Both Rachel and I burned with determination as we headed to the next room.
“Defeat Aphlasia.”
Another plant monster emitting aphrodisiac pollen appeared. Rachel immediately scowled.
“I hate these plant monsters the most.”
“Fighting this thing any longer would only disadvantage us. Let’s finish this quickly. Blessing!”
“HAAAAA!”
Aphlasia exploded upon death. Covered in more pollen, our bodies became even more sensitive than before.
“Strike the pose according to the wall painting for 10 minutes.”
“You must be nude.”
The poses were more explicit than last time.
Rachel sighed softly but still struck the pose. It was the same stance as earlier – the ‘I’ position with one leg raised high.
“Alright, Mr. Na. Let’s hurry and finish.”
“…Yes. Understood.”
I approached her closely. My stance was simple; I just had to stand beside Rachel. The distance between our groins shortened until they were only 3cm apart. I could feel the heat and moisture from her pussy against the tip of my cock. If I thrust my hips just a little, I’d enter her easily.
“Strike the pose according to the wall painting for 10 minutes.”
Another notification window popped up. Its meaning was straightforward.
“Mr… President.”
“…I’m fine. Just do what this damn dungeon tells us to do.”
Permission granted. I positioned my throbbing cock at her dripping entrance.
Squelch.
The moment our private parts made contact, a sensitive sound echoed. Her pussy twitched, desperately trying to pull my cock inside.
Though I wanted to claim this pitiful virgin pussy…
‘There’s no need to rush things.’
For now, enjoying this erotic trap dungeon is enough.
“Haaak, haa…”
Rachel panted heavily as she somehow endured the full 10 minutes.
The instant the timer ended, I deliberately rolled off, letting my cock graze her clit.
“HIIEEEET?!”
Rachel trembled violently, spurting out streams of arousal fluid.
“President?!”
“It’s… it’s fine. This is just the effect of the pollen, don’t worry about it. Ugh… I can move…”
Though we said that, we rested for a bit before entering the next room.
“Mutually masturbate while facing each other.”