Chapter 24: Anyway, it’s just torso gay, but if you stack it, that’s enough
by fnovelpia
Among the ancient traditions of the hardcore Souls-like community, there was one immortal practice that stood above the rest—one that made anyone who saw it think, “Ah, this person is truly deranged…”
The legendary Pantie Run.
As the name suggests, it involved stripping off all armor, leaving only the bare minimum to cover the essentials.
A loose scrap of cloth around the waist, a flimsy piece of fabric thinner than plastic over the chest.
‘Defense?’ Obviously zero.
By the late game, a single hit from the boss would shred your body to pieces—a true “one chance only” challenge.
And yet, some still chose to fight like this.
No, they preferred it.
The thrill of staking their lives on that desperate moment.
The rush of standing before a boss, knowing a single graze meant instant death.
It was addictive.
The dopamine surge from teetering between death and euphoria—that was the true realm of the hardcore.
…But even the Pantie Run had a next level.
Fists only.
No one knew who started it.
But I knew why.
Because the moment I reached that stage, I had the same thought:
‘Ah… Can’t I just run around completely naked?’
‘Underwear? At this point, it might as well not exist. But this wasn’t an adult game—full nudity wasn’t allowed. Besides, I’d already memorized every monster’s attack pattern. Mistakes were a thing of the past. Or rather, I killed everything before I could make one.’
So I pondered: ‘Isn’t there something even more thrilling?’
It was then, as I wandered the apocalyptic ruins—clad only in panties, surrounded by the undead—that I saw it.
“Huh?”
My character.
The +99 reinforced wooden club in ‘IWantToLickThat”s hand.
The moment I saw it, it hit me like enlightenment to a monk drinking from a skull.
Ah. I’ve reached the stage where I’ve rotted beyond decay—where my soul has turned into thick, black crude oil.
***
Serika’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before her.
Thwack!
Thwack-thwack-thwack!
Whoosh-whoosh!
CRACK!!
“???”
That was definitely Levi.
But her fighting style was… bizarre.
“Dodge, then a right hook. Leap, flank left, then a straight to the gut! …Perfect. Next, shatter its upper teeth. Levi!”
“Yes, Chanwoo!”
On cue, Levi leapt and drove her fist downward.
‘Weapons?’ None.
‘Blades?’ Absorbed by a human hunter earlier.
Yet here she was, pummeling a Queen-class abomination bare-handed.
And beside her—
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!”
—’Was Chanwoo, fingers dancing across a strange black device.’
At its center was a round, nipple-like handle, flanked by buttons perfectly shaped for gripping.
His hands moved with eerie, hypnotic precision.
“…Is Chanwoo controlling Levi with that thing?”
Serika’s eyes darted before she finally whispered: “This can’t be real…”
‘It shouldn’t be real. A device that could control androids?’ She’d never even heard of such a concept.
Androids were autonomous beings, modeled after humans—creatures with free will.
The idea that they could move perfectly under someone’s command belonged in myths.
And yet…
Chanwoo’s fingers flew across the device, and Levi glided across the battlefield in response.
Flawless timing, perfect spacing, not a single misstep.
Even the finishing blow was executed with surgical precision.
“Whoa…!”
Serika covered her mouth.
Her eyes sparkled, and if she’d had a tail, it would’ve been wagging furiously.
“This… this is what humans are capable of? This is… incredible!”
Up until now, she’d thought of him as just ‘that hot guy with the huge dick.’ But now? He was full of surprises.
“Also, Levi seems weirdly used to being controlled… Is this not her first time?”
A strange pang of jealousy flickered in her chest.
Part of her wanted to experience being guided by those hands, too.
But that wasn’t the focus right now.
“Chanwoo… Is there even a point to punching it like this?”
Serika stared ahead, puzzled.
Levi kept hammering the monster with bare fists, but it was like trying to dig through a mountain with her hands.
The creature’s skin remained unbroken, its reactions nonexistent.
As an android herself, Serika knew: ‘This isn’t working. We can’t win.’
Just moments ago, she’d envied Levi.
Now, she couldn’t understand.
Then, Chanwoo smirked and said: “Nope. Right now, we’re just playing pretend.”
“Huh? Then why keep pointlessly attacking…?”
“Why? To build up stagger. Damage comes after.”
“Stagger?”
That word wasn’t in her vocabulary.
For a moment, the puzzle pieces in her mind clicked together in an unexpected way.
The punches weren’t attacks—they were a process of ‘stacking’ something.
And the moment it finally collapsed…
…She could feel something coming.
“Here… it is! Here! Here! Heeeeeere!”
The moment Chanwoo’s words ended, the monster’s wings twisted grotesquely as something grew from within.
Countless nano-tentacles fused together, elongating like a spear forged from metal.
The glistening black tip was as sharp as a serpent’s fang, lifting smoothly from beneath the massive wing.
And in the next instant—
Bang!
With explosive force, the tentacle-spear launched from the wing.
A straight-line strike—literally unavoidable.
“You can’t dodge! Levi’s—!”
Serika’s eyes widened.
The attack was closing in too fast to block, and Levi stood unarmed in its path.
But—
“If you can’t dodge, just catch it.”
Chanwoo’s voice was low and calm.
Then, quietly, as if whispering a secret incantation: “Parry.”
Click.
At that moment, the gamepad’s button was pressed.
A strange intuition surged.
Everything seemed to slow down.
As the terrifying spear hurtled toward Levi’s face—
Her foot snapped out at a precise angle.
Shoom!
She stomped directly on the spear’s tip—right at the center of its trajectory.
The recoil sent Levi spinning midair, absorbing the impact with her body before landing smoothly.
Simultaneously—
“Stagger gauge exceeded. Groggy state confirmed.”
“Now. Levi!”
“Right uppercut!”
The fist of the combat android—with a mere power level of 1—flew straight toward the monster’s core in its chest.
***
Thud.
A single bare knuckle struck the creature’s abdomen.
“Guh—?!”
The human-hunter, flailing with wings spread, staggered back from the blow.
“Incredible… To counter like that at the exact moment—”
“It’s one of the most basic reversal techniques in Soul-style combat.”
“Soul… style? Anyway, you’re amazing, Chanwoo!”
Our joint parry—colloquially known as ‘You suck at this’—had landed an unexpected critical hit on the human-hunter, leaving it reeling.
Meanwhile—
“Chanwoo! Is there really nothing I can do?!”
“Serika, you’ve got nothing.
“Just go grab some popcorn from the corner!”
“…Or not.”
The sudden outburst was desperate.
Serika’s eyes sparkled as she stared at Chanwoo, her voice brimming with urgency.
Standing idle in a moment this intense was unbearable.
Even Chanwoo’s fingers paused on the gamepad.
“Something for Serika to do…?”
Levi was already pummeling the queen-class monstrosity with bare fists.
She was directing her movements via the gamepad.
The two of them were enough.
Besides, Serika was a long-range supporter—even if she joined now, she couldn’t deliver the finishing blow.
And most importantly, if she joined, the fight would become ‘way too boring.’
Yet—
“I was built for combat too… Just watching is too…”
Serika’s shoulders slumped, her lips pressed into a pout.
Like a cat waiting to be petted, her dejected expression made Chanwoo avert his eyes.
“Am I really… useless?”
Her gaze held a strange sincerity.
A pure, wordless plea: ‘Let me help too.’
Chanwoo swallowed a sigh.
The real problem was that there was only one thing Serika could contribute right now.
And it was… extremely awkward.
“Well… there is one thing.”
“There is?! I’ll do anything! For you, Chanwoo!”
Serika perked up instantly, eyes shining.
Chanwoo quietly raised the hand holding the gamepad.
“…I’ve been operating this for so long that the dopamine in my brain’s pleasure center is maxed out.”
“Huh?”
“My focus is overheating my brain… and all my senses are pooling in one area.”
“One area?”
“Yeah. Specifically, inside my underwear. My libido’s gone haywire.”
Serika’s eyes widened comically.
“If I leave it like this, my body might explode.”
“Oh my god!”
Technically, it just meant he’d have a ‘nocturnal emission’ tonight—but there was no need to clarify.
No point ruining the mood.
“If it’s that urgent… I’ll help you!”
Before he could respond, Serika dropped to her knees.
Her expression was earnest, but her movements were downright lewd—like a prostitute who’d just found her calling.
“I’ve done it before! Leave it to me again.”
Her hands smoothly undid his pants button, her demeanor shifting from combat android to sex android in seconds.
“This time, for efficiency, I’ll use my hands.”
With that, Serika gripped his erect cock, ready to perform one of humanity’s most popular masturbation techniques: A handjob.
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