Chapter 1429

<Chapter 1429> 1429. The Academy’s Savior

“…President. I think you should come take a look at this.”

I called out to Rachel.

The items in the box weren’t for me—they were all for her. As expected, she’s the center and core of this dungeon. The protagonist of this Erotic Trap Dungeon… I wasn’t envious at all.

“W-What is it? Did something come out of the box?”

“Clothes… or rather, armor, I guess?”

“Anyway, it’s something wearable, right? Got it. I’ll go check. You step back, please. And don’t look this way.”

“I’ll stare at the wall.”

I walked toward the wall, which was neatly finished. It was smooth without any rough patches, so out of boredom, I touched it.

I sensed movement from behind. It was Rachel slowly moving toward the box.

‘Hmm, I’m curious. Should I use my Heavenly Eye? …Nah?’

Suddenly, the wall changed. A palm-sized mirror appeared on it. I subtly adjusted my position so I could see Rachel through the mirror.

‘Kukuku. This dungeon… I like it more and more the more I see.’

Even though she thought I wasn’t looking, Rachel carefully covered her important areas with both hands as she cautiously approached the box. Her white breasts, pressed against by her arms, looked soft like marshmallows.

When she saw what was inside, her eyes nearly popped out.

“What… What *is* this?!”

It made sense why she reacted that way.

Ignoring the sword for now, the so-called “armor” in the box was laughably skimpy bikini armor—micro bikini armor that barely covered anything.

“You’re telling me to wear *this*?!?”

“That’s what the dungeon prepared, not me. Are you refusing to wear it? I respect your decision, President.”

“I’ll…wear it. Anything’s better than nothing. Huff.”

That’s true. She had no other choice. We were just at the beginning of the dungeon. To clear it, we had to go inside, and she couldn’t wander around naked. Even micro bikini armor was better than nothing.

Squatting in front of the box, she removed her hand covering her privates and started taking out the items. Thankfully, her lower half was hidden by the box, so her privates weren’t visible. Holding the blue bikini armor in her hands, she glanced at me suspiciously before turning away to put it on.

‘Did she notice I’m watching through the mirror?’

Probably not. If she did, she’d have thrown a fit by now. It’s just psychological paranoia. While observing her lush platinum hair and her round, large butt, I licked my lips.

“Haa… What about the attack and defense stats attached to this thing? Do they even mean anything?”

“They must, right?”

“…The sword has an attack power of 10, but this armor that barely covers anything has a defense stat of 55. That seems a bit off.”

“The entire dungeon is weird.”

“…You’re right about that.”

“How’s the size fitting you?”

“Unfortunately, it fits perfectly. This is clearly what the dungeon prepared for me to wear.”

“…Are you fully dressed now? Can I turn around?”

“No, absolutely not. It’s embarrassing.”

“We’re already inside the dungeon. We can’t keep doing this…”

“I know. But Gender Lord, you’re already in bad physical condition…”


Status… I know I need to pull myself together, but… this embarrassment just won’t go away. Give me a moment to prepare myself.”

“Understood.”

She gripped her sword and stood still for nearly three minutes, regulating her breathing. Then she turned to me and said,

“I’m ready now. You can look.”

I turned around.

“……”

My eyes locked onto her. Her micro bikini armor barely covered the essentials, as expected. Using mana to enhance my vision, the majesty of her I-cup breasts was overwhelming. They were larger than two watermelons placed on her chest. The deep valley between them could comfortably fit my erect penis with room to spare. Most astonishingly, the distance from the bottom of her breasts to her navel seemed less than half a span.

A faint pink areola peeked out from the side of her blue bikini armor. Rachel herself appeared unaware.

Though her incredible bust captured attention first, her lower body was equally stunning. The panties barely concealed her vulva, and any vigorous movement might expose it entirely. Her large, round buttocks and thighs looked just as soft as her chest.

“At least say something… This silence is awkward!”

“…I thought speaking would make it more awkward… Hmm. Y-You look quite fitting in that.”

“Yes, thank you. Though I feel like dying of embarrassment.”

Creak!

The exit opened. Rachel swiftly turned away from the awkwardness, her flowing platinum hair swaying. I glanced at the wall behind me; the mirror reflecting her image had vanished without a trace.

Before stepping through the exit, Rachel spoke.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Do we really have to follow the dungeon’s intentions? If there’s no path… we can make one.”

Rachel swung her hero’s sword at the wall. The blade ricocheted off. Not even a scratch appeared on the wall.

“This is a dungeon. A special one at that. If we could easily destroy it physically, heroes would have had an easier time doing their job.”

“…Hmph. Yes, I get it. Just holding onto a sliver of hope, you know? Alright, let’s move forward. I’ll take the lead since who knows what might happen.”

As she walked ahead, I couldn’t help but admire her rear view.

“Wow, that butt…”

With every step, her large, bouncy buttocks swayed dramatically. Naturally, the coverage over her backside was minimal. The fabric merely hid the crack, leaving the fleshy mounds almost fully exposed.

“I wonder what’s in the next room…”

A monster appeared.

“Grrrrr…”

It was a human-sized black dog resembling a Doberman, visibly frenzied and excited. As soon as we entered, it lunged toward us aggressively. However, a metal chain tethered its neck to the ceiling, preventing it from reaching us immediately.

I glanced at the dog’s belly. Its penis was erect.

“Damn. This dungeon takes its ero-trap theme way too seriously.”

Defeat by this dog would undoubtedly lead to predictable horrors. Tension rose within me; if things went south, I intended to intervene immediately.

“I thought things were finally getting normal with a monster showing up… but this dungeon remains consistently perverted.”

Even upon seeing the aroused penis of the black dog, Rachel maintained her composure. Despite struggling with embarrassment earlier, her mental fortitude here was impressive.

『Defeat the black dog.』

The dungeon communicated our objective.

Simultaneously, the dog’s leash snapped. Without even glancing at me, it charged straight for Rachel. She swung her sword at perfect timing. Swish! The sex-crazed black dog’s right front leg was severed mid-charge.

“Khaaaaaa!”

Even with its leg cut off, the dog didn’t stop. It opened its massive jaws and bit into Rachel’s right arm. But its teeth couldn’t penetrate her skin—instead, a metallic clang echoed as if biting steel.

‘Bikini…’


“Armor effectiveness is definitely legit.’

I was able to ease the tension a bit. Of course, since it’s still a dangerous situation, I’ll have to keep up appearances.

“Chairman!”

“I’m fine. This armor seems to live up to its claim of 55 defense.”

Rachel calmly swung the Hero’s Sword. The +10 Attack Power sword cut through effortlessly.

SCHLICK, SCHLICK, SCHLICK!

Ultimately, the sword severed the dog monster’s neck. Our first encounter with a monster, but it wasn’t particularly tough to defeat. As the black hound died, its body vanished. The blood that had splattered on Rachel and me disappeared simultaneously.

THUD!

Something fell from the ceiling. Rachel approached it first.

“This… could this be Mr. Gender’s weapon?”

“My weapon?”

I moved closer.

It was a steel staff with a cross at the top.

‘Wizard’s Staff

Can use healing and blessings. Consumes health and spirit energy.

Can only be used by men.

Side effect: Causes erection while holding the staff.’

‘…So it wasn’t just a trap for women after all.’

Though surprising, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. If only Rachel did all the fighting, it might create some resentment. Now I can contribute in battle too.

“…Are you going to use it?”

“I must. Healing and blessings—though we don’t know the specifics, they’re clearly powerful abilities.”

“T-There is a side effect though…”

“As the chairman fights like that, I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

“…Please. Part of me wants to tell you to stop, but… there might be even more dangerous monsters ahead that I can’t handle alone.”

“Yes. I’ll support you as much as possible.”

“You don’t need to overdo it. Just use it in emergencies… When using healing and blessings, it consumes both health and… well, spirit energy.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve got health control covered, and my spirit energy is reliable.”

I picked up the Wizard’s Staff from the ground and immediately flinched. My body reacted instantly.

“H-Huh!”

Startled, Rachel quickly turned her head away.

Right now, I’m reacting this way, but with time, I’ll get used to it and it won’t bother me anymore.

CLUNK!

A new door opened.

This time there were two doors—one on the left and one on the right. A fork in the path.

“Chairman, which way should we go? Right again?”

“…Let’s go left this time. After choosing right last time and ending up with melted clothes and this weird armor… I’d rather not pick right again.”

“Understood. Let’s go left.”

I didn’t give the fork too much thought.

This is an erotic trap dungeon. No matter which path we choose, sooner or later, she’ll probably end up in a bikini armor. And the deeper we go, the more intense it’ll get.

What I should focus on now isn’t the dungeon—it’s Rachel.

“Rachel Craig’s Affection Level: 36”

Her affection level has risen by 3 since entering the dungeon. That’s over an hour’s worth of increase.

‘Being trapped here together… naturally raises her affection.’

As long as I don’t do anything strange, her affection will continue to grow steadily. Doing things together usually strengthens bonds.

We arrive at the next room.

The room was quite spacious—about 70 pyeong. It was different from the previous rooms, which seemed less than 10 pyeong each. Looking at the floor, there were lines drawn as if marking a path.

“Win the race.”

While we were confused, a holographic woman appeared at the center of the room. She had no face or hair. Though naked, she lacked any private parts. Just a female silhouette. The hologram crouched at the starting point, hands behind her head, boldly showing off her armpits.

‘This… could it be a duck-footed race?!’

I shivered at the diabolicalness of it all.