But are we really in the first place?
In the neutral zone, there was one more person who had arrived before us.
Quintia, the daughter of the Sword Master, was rumored to be worth a whopping 100 million coins as a ransom.
First place has slipped from our grasp.
I had thought we woke up quite early, but the reality was different, after all.
"Does she always go alone?"
"Ah, yes… She responds only briefly, even when I try to talk to her.
I don't know just how remarkable the sword master's reputation is.
The fact that she had the same crimson eye as me was oddly unsettling.
Would she be thinking the same?
'…Ah. Our eyes met.'
However, Quintia merely showed a faint interest in me before turning her head away.
She didn't approach us first.
It would be somewhat odd to go and initiate a conversation.
[Entering the next dungeon in 600 seconds]
This isn't over yet.
Are we proceeding to the next dungeon with the current members?
Isolde and Sarika clung to me as if they were following my lead.
"Would you like a drink?"
I took out a bottle of water from my crossbody bag.
"Thank you, senior."
"I'll enjoy the drink."
"Did you turn off the broadcast?"
"Yes."
Off-air, Isolde is quite demure.
"I apologize for making things awkward, even though it's just an act. It's a talent that requires doing so to be helpful."
"No, I went too far as well. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize; I'll clip it later and upload it to YouTube."
"Make sure to distribute the profits fairly."
NTR streamer Pink Sol.
Where does business end, and where does talent begin?
It's astonishing that there was another base talent that could rival that of an on-hole collector.
*Gulp, gulp…*
Sol filled her belly with the water I gave her and wiped her mouth.
"Please be the regular alpha male on Pink Sol TV."
"Don't pretend to hold on to a man like that, even if it's just an act."
"The NTR streaming talent can't help but be like this. You know this well, Sang-hyuk senior."
It's a truly detestable talent.
"Are you playing the role of a boyfriend?"
"I prefer seniors who are handsome and trustworthy, if I had a choice."
*Sigh…*
Even if I tell her not to do that,
As an onahole collector, I'm amassing onaholes due to my unique talent, so speaking about it wouldn't make a difference.
"Have you ever asked someone else to do this for you?"
"No, I only awakened this talent a month ago."
A month ago...
That's around the time I became possessed by OnaAka.
"I created a virtual boyfriend and entertained viewers while receiving donations, but my collaboration with senior Sang-hyuk was a huge success."
"Ah, you mean when you linked arms with your friend's older brother... that one?"
"Yes. That's when the direction of my channel became clear."
"Alright. I'll seize the opportunity and help you."
I decided to become her alpha male.
"Just don't do this with anyone else."
"So, are you planning to monopolize everyone's idol, Pink Sol, like this?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not a regular streamer; I'm an NTR streamer."
She unabashedly flaunts her boyfriend.
But wouldn't it be alright for her to be lovey-dovey with me?
Could acting eventually turn into genuine feelings?
"I have something to tell you as well."
I briefly explained the characteristics of the "onahole collector":
the ability to grant buffs to the women in the party.
the power to capture magical creatures and transform them into onaholes.
"I actually managed to turn a yeti into an onahole and collected two of them."
"…"
Sarika was too embarrassed to speak. Instead of showing her in detail, I put them back into the on-hole pouch.
"So, don't be surprised if a magical creature spews out something bizarre and collapses."
"Understood, senior."
"Though I'm a D-class, I managed to bring down B-class yetis effortlessly, transforming them into onaholes. Quite impressive, huh?"
"Yeah, it seems I've been underestimated a bit."
Now it was Sarika's turn.
"What's your talent, Sarika?"
"Pardon?"
"We didn't have time to discuss it earlier since we were in a hurry."
"Ah, well, I can use the 'Storm of Swordsmanship'…"
"Oh, wow…"
That's cool.
"It's a good talent, but embarrassingly, my skills aren't up to par... I haven't been able to fully unleash my potential."
"You're only a first-year student. Your growth potential is boundless."
"Yes…! I want to master the Storm of Swordsmanship during this upcoming competition.
One is a lascivious, decadent streamer.
Isn't the other a shimmering first-year student, seemingly plucked from a painting?
"Sang-hyuk, your gaze towards Sarika seems quite different."
"Rather than a quirky streamer who suddenly demands to be an alpha male, I find a gentle and adorable girl like Sarika to be more endearing."
"Oh? Is that flirting? Are you trying to seduce an innocent girl with your handsome face and play with her?"
"…"
Considering Sarika's ears are blushing crimson, this is no joke.
I realize anew that, since my transformation, the threshold for women's affection—the minimum to feel fondness—has significantly lowered.
It's time to forget the memories of my unattractive past, but sometimes they still surge up.
'I wouldn't have known this feeling had I been born this way.'
The more I contemplate how effortlessly I gain affection now,
The more I can't help but let out hollow laughter,.
"Aren't you hungry? We'll be facing the next dungeon soon; what should we eat to quickly fill our stomachs?"
I take out an energy bar, split it in half, and give it to both of us.
I simply grab a new one for myself and eat it.
"Thank you, senior."
"Thank you for the meal."
Munch, munch.
The two adorable juniors eat with gusto.
It's satisfying to provide them with food.
Before entering the next dungeon, the female warrior from the rebel faction who had helped us arrived.
"Whew!"
It's Hilaria.
A little over 170 cm tall? She appeared impressive even from a distance, truly embodying the essence of a female warrior.
However, upon seeing her face up close, she had more of a youthful, first-year student vibe than I initially thought.
Does she have red hair as well?
It's not the same washed-out peachy red as Quintia's, but rather a deep, lush red hue with gray eyes.
Her height was matched by her impressive chest and buttocks.
"Hila!"
Sarika approaches her first and speaks.
"Thank you. I managed to escape safely thanks to you."
"How about our rebel leader, Isolde?"
"Please don't use 'nim' with me. It's embarrassing."
The first-year students greet each other warmly, smiling and laughing.
As I take a step back, Hilaria glances at me and scratches her head.
"Uh, a D-ranked senior? You're quite skilled! I saw you in action again."
"When did you see that?"
"I saw it at first. The pounding, pounding, pounding, as it broke through the siege."
I had managed to witness it while fighting with Deherit. That.
"I am Kim Sang-hyuk, a Grade D senior."
"You're part of the same rebel group, right? Hehe. Imperial soldiers, let's make them regret it. Pounding, pounding, Senior."
"Yes."
It's my first time meeting this junior, but somehow it feels like we're getting along well.
I held hands tightly with Hilla.
Oh my.
What's this, a test of strength? They exerted so much force that I couldn't help but match it.
"Hmm!"
What's going on?
I continued to apply strength as well. It turned into a pointless battle of pride.
"You're using quite a bit of strength, aren't you, Pounding Senior?"
"Actually, I was discussing whether I may have been underestimated."
"I'm certain. If you were truly in Grade D, your hand bones would have been crushed just now."
"Why such a murderous handshake!?"
"It's okay; it didn't break! Haha!"
Did they want to see me kneel down, screaming in pain?
Regardless, 'Power'.
Hilaria embodied 'Power' itself. The aura of healthy radiance emanating from her entire body made me feel like even my eyes were becoming healthier.
Reida's body is impressively toned, giving the impression of low body fat. Yet, unlike the decadent feeling she exudes, she seems quite vibrant and fresh.
"Next time, leave the Imperial Army to me!"
"The scenario we just witnessed was a victory for the rebels, right?"
"Indeed. We rescued the immobilized leader, didn't we? Now it's time for a counterattack!"
"…"
I have Serena, who was expelled from the squad, on my mind.
Henna, who must be waiting for me, also preoccupies my thoughts.
These concerns are fleeting, though.
[Entering the next dungeon]
Quintia has already dived in and vanished.
"Let's go too."
We'll all meet up eventually.
The exchange war has only just begun.
"Since I'm solo, I'll go first!"
Hila wraps her greatsword around her shoulder and disappears.
We followed suit and entered the next dungeon.
[In the forest, where the night breeze is cold]
Establish a base for the rebels! [Rumor has it that a terrifying monster resides here.]
Ugh.
Upon arrival, I thought I was going to freeze to death.
This region has always been cold, but when night fell, a full-fledged chilly wind began to blow.
Even snow blanketed the floor.
"Hi-yak!"
Sarika's adorable scream pierced the air. The bone-chilling cold hit them as soon as they woke up, especially cruel to Sarika and Sol, who had their thighs exposed. It seemed Hilla had vanished again, scattered somewhere out of sight.
"Are you guys all right?"
"Ch-chilly. Sir."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
"I'll find a place for us to warm up."
[Perception/Red activated]
It appeared they were now quite far from the castle. The unfolding scenario seemed to be: "The rebels flee with Isolde, their leader, and establish a new stronghold."
Was this the world they now inhabit? The situation had already diverged significantly from what they knew, but one certainty remained: if the rebels lost Isolde, defeat would follow.
"If you walk about 1.8 kilometers in this direction, there's a cave. Let's go."
"Will we be okay?"
"We don't have time to ponder whether it's safe or not. You're both freezing to death."
Their thighs were already turning red. Feeling sympathy, they removed their school uniform tops. The two huddled together beneath a shared coat, shivering and supporting one another.
The wind was fierce, threatening to transform into a blizzard at any moment.
"Do you have any issues with diving sickness? Let's check our equipment and proceed."
Before I knew it, I was speaking like Yuuna. Fortunately, we managed to approach the cave entrance without any obstacles. And there…
"Hee… Hee… Run away…!"
We discovered a male student clad in an Ethol Academy uniform. His face was rigid, as though he had witnessed something unspeakably horrifying. Crawling out on all fours, he collapsed to the ground.
"…"
"…"
Hush. The frightened male student used it to escape the dungeon. From within, the muffled sounds of a second and a third scream echoed.
The noise of successive uses of the reverberated in the air.
'There's something going on.'
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