Sumir looked at the large man blocking his path with a cold expression.
"Corning, are you looking for trouble again?"
With strength in his body, Sumir's killing intent stirred.
Normally, Sumir was easy to get along with, but this Corning guy had caused trouble for him multiple times, and Sumir was getting really fed up.
Around them, many others who had also come to the club began to sneer, waiting for the show.
Like Sumir and Corning, these people were all here to serve the wealthy young heirs.
In this world where the game invasion had merged with Earth, the most basic power units were game guilds.
However, to join a guild, one had to be a formal player, and founding a guild required rare and valuable items.
Compared to the number of players, the number of ordinary people and backup players was overwhelming.
These people couldn't form their own guilds, so to gather and communicate, various clubs and societies had emerged.
The Lone Wolf Club was supported by a group of wealthy sponsors and relied on a dungeon projection for its existence.
A dungeon projection was a cutting-edge technology that could create illusions of dungeons, originally found in the wild, within the city.
While the rewards for clearing the dungeon the first time were abundant, from the second run onward, the spawn rate of monsters inside would drastically drop.
But dungeon projections had an undeniable advantage: dying in one wouldn't lead to permanent death like in wild dungeons.
Instead, players would automatically respawn at the entrance of the dungeon.
Creating high-level dungeon projections consumed valuable items, but making a projection for a dungeon with no tier, meant little to no cost.
The Lone Wolf Club had such a no-tier dungeon projection.
The rich heirs didn't want to struggle through regular training. Instead, they entered the dungeon projections, killed monsters to gain small amounts of combat experience, and then absorbed the experience through training.
This method was far faster than regular training for improving their physical strength.
Though death wasn't a threat in the dungeon projections, the monsters still hit hard, and there was a time limit.
This meant they needed people to act as support.
Support workers didn't take monster kills; they were there to collect monster drops and help save time, allowing the wealthy heirs to grind more monsters.
Since death wasn't a risk in these dungeons, support workers only had to endure a few hits, and the dungeon runs usually only lasted a few hours. It was a fast and low-risk job, but the competition was fierce.
Sumir's good attitude and hard work made him popular with his peers, but it also made him a target of envy.
"You've been picking fights with me before, and now that I've cheat ability, you're still looking for trouble?"
"Isn't my synthesis bar worth something?"
Sumir's gaze darkened.
Before he could take any further action, suddenly, someone in the back shouted.
"And Master Anderson is here!"
Immediately, the imposing Corning stepped aside, lowering his posture in a subservient manner.
Other support workers also showed expressions of fawning and eager obedience.
Sumir quickly stepped aside, and in front of him, a young man with a strong scent of perfume, bare-chested and wearing a gold chain, walked forward. He completely ignored the enthusiasm of the crowd, flanked by two young women dressed provocatively.
Anderson sat down on the club's blood-red sofa, lazily speaking.
"Tonight, I'm going into the next dungeon."
"As usual, sign up, and we'll do the arena first. I'll take the last three standing into the dungeon, and you'll be the meat shields, weakening the monsters for me to finish off."
"Same price as always, 8,000 a trip."
...
As soon as these words were spoken, the support workers' eyes lit up.
8,000!
This was a big deal!
Corning had no time to bother Sumir anymore and rushed off to sign up.
Seeing the crowd disperse, Sumir didn't pursue the matter and turned to head for the third floor of the club. Someone was waiting for him there.
Anderson furrowed his brow, still enjoying the scene where the common folk scrambled like ants over the little scraps he tossed them...
But now, someone had ignored his words?
However, his expression soon relaxed, and Anderson sneered.
"This kid... He's been targeted by that terrifying woman. He's as good as dead."
...
Sumir reached the designated room on the third floor.
Knock knock.
He gently knocked on the door, but there was no sound of a lock turning.
The door, which was originally embedded in the wall and would not budge, silently opened.
Sumir didn't think much of it. He took a few steps forward, and immediately, a strong scent of roses filled the air. In the dim light, he could barely make out a few pieces of furniture and electronics in the room, with a large velvet bed at the center.
By the bed sat a figure who looked like a young girl, dressed in a form-fitting evening gown, holding a book titled Detailed Guide to Federal Herbs. She sat quietly, flipping through the pages.
The only sound in the room was the occasional rustling of pages.
Sumir swallowed, his eyes drawn to the girl's snowy white neck, visible as she bent down to read.
Add to that her proud chest and curves, and as an 18-year-old boy, he felt a surge of heat just from looking at her from afar.
"Medis, sorry I'm a bit late today. I had something to take care of."
"It's fine, you came at the perfect time."
The girl took a few steps forward. When she lifted her head, Sumir's heart skipped a beat.
Her pale skin framed a set of extremely seductive features.
In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere of the room, filled with the sound of her reading, was shattered, replaced by an indescribable feeling of desire.
"Let's take care of business first, then we'll talk later."
Medis took a few steps forward, her bare feet making contact with the floor. She reached out both hands, pulling Sumir into her embrace.
"I've missed you."
She pushed him gently toward the bed.
Then, just like a considerate wife, she stretched out her hand to untie the belt at the back of Sumir's waist, removed his upper garment for him, and then tugged down his trousers. The tingling sensations on his skin left Sumir's mouth parched.
Finally, Medis bent down slowly, opened her mouth wide, and clamped onto Sumir's underpants. The touch of the girl's cheek rubbed against his thigh, and the warm, steamy breath from her mouth wafted over.
"..."
Sumir felt that he could scarcely hold on any longer.
Soon enough, his last remaining piece of clothing was yanked off as well.
Anderson, who was sipping on red wine down in the club, would surely never have imagined that Sumir had been targeted by that "terrifying woman" in such a manner...
At this very moment, Sumir also felt a burning heat coursing through his entire body. Watching Medis casually take off her robe, he couldn't restrain himself and lunged forward to embrace her.
This was his second part-time gig.
Being a kept man.
...
"Um~"
"Don't be in such a rush."
A strange red thread flickered in Medis's eyes.
She let out a soft groan of pain.
Inside her body, something was swiftly coiling and constricting.
With Sumir's entry, the eerie glow in her eyes rapidly diminished.
Medis heaved a sigh of relief...
However, that red thread seemed to show signs of making a comeback.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Sumir.
Under Medis's fervent embrace and intense entanglement, Sumir grew even more impassioned, rapidly wriggling his hips and thrusting forward.
Simultaneously, Medis, while clutching him tightly, also took the initiative to stick out her tongue to kiss him, and the two of them became intertwined.
They were rolling about on the bed.
Countless fluids were trickling down from the area where the two of them were joined.
Sumir became more and more vigorous, directly scooping Medis up into his arms and thrusting upwards. In the heat of passion, he even forgot that his strength had once been enhanced, and was solely focused on going all out. And under such forceful thrusts, Medis's body exhibited an astonishing suppleness.
The girl's body was constantly changing shape, her waist twisting as if it were on the verge of breaking.
But ultimately, such changes only afforded Sumir an even more satisfying tactile sensation.
Medis herself also had a gleam of happiness in her eyes.
"Yeah! Awesome!"
"Sumir, you're doing great!"
"You're doing fantastically well!!!"
Medis cried out, her whole body trembling, and a suction force emanated from within her body.
With the final thrust, Sumir's strength slackened a bit.
So, he ejaculated his bodily fluids into Medis's body...
"Huff~ Huff~"
Sumir was panting. The release just now had given him an extremely pleasant experience.
And at this moment, Medis simply gently reached out her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat for him.
"Sumir, would you like to do it a few more times?"
"Sure!"
Without any hesitation, Sumir started his second part-time job again and went all out in a sprint!
The sound of decadence filled the room continuously, but outside the door, in the world just on the other side of the wall, there wasn't the slightest sound coming out...
It was as if Sumir was in a whole different world.