Ryan had finally obtained his first epic items.
Although it wasn’t what he expected, he knew they would be very useful after everything that had happened during his encounters with the demons.
After leaving the 75th floor, just as they were exploring the 74th, they ca across the severely wounded heroines of the Kingdom of Varvylon.
Karol asked Ryan if he wanted to help them, since they were the sa ones who had treated them with arrogance before entering the dungeon, mocking not only Ryan’s rank but also his support class.
"I guess so. It’s not a bad thing for this kingdom to owe us one," Ryan replied.
He readied the boorang in his hand and threw it with force toward the demons.
They jumped and dodged it, scattering slightly.
The boorang remained embedded in the ground, as if dividing the distance between the demons and the wounded heroines.
"Who are you?" Dalia looked up with difficulty while Alina was busy spitting out blood.
"So cockroaches have arrived, but they won’t interrupt us," one of the Principalities said with a massive grin, pulling out a teleportation stone and aiming it at Ryan.
"Goodbye, fools," another demon comnted.
Tling.
Ryan heard a sound like sothing breaking, right in his earlobe.
It was the earring’s effect.
Ryan began walking toward them calmly.
"That won’t work on , you know?"
Tling.
The effect activated once more. Another Principality activated a teleportation stone.
"He’s the support from the other S-Rank heroes’ group..." Alina comnted with difficulty, blood leaking from her mouth.
"From the hero’s group? But he’s just a support," the demon remarked, growing confident because of Alina’s statent.
But the mont they did, Karol extended her hand.
An electrical discharge hit them all at once, paralyzing them right where they had jumped.
Ryan was already running.
Three strikes. Four. The Principalities fell one after another without ti to react.
[Level increased]
[Level bonus: 20 Points]
[Attributes increased: 10 to all stats]
Ryan stood before the two heroines. Karol approached as well.
He took the boorang in his hand and stored it in his magic inventory.
The corridor fell silent.
Alina looked up. She had the expression of soone unaccustod to needing help, soone who didn’t quite know how to process the fact that she was receiving it.
"How is it possible that re Principalities left you like this?" Karol asked, looking at them with genuine curiosity and a slight trace of mockery in her voice.
"It wasn’t a Principality," Dalia cut in, her voice tense. "It was Lighter."
Ryan frowned.
’Lighter. The dying demon said his Lord Lighter had power close to an Infernal’s. But Irnina spoke of him with contempt...’
Although that didn’t matter for now; if Lighter was capable of leaving S-Rank heroines in this state, it ant he was just as strong as or stronger than Irnina.
Alina turned her gaze to Ryan. It was hard to notice, but there was sothing in her expression that didn’t fit the attitude she’d had before entering the dungeon.
"You’re a healer, right?" Her voice ca out harsher than she probably intended. "Heal us. That’s an order."
Dalia watched while leaning against the wall, both legs broken.
’They won’t drop that attitude despite their injuries, huh?’
Karol clicked her tongue and took Ryan by the arm.
"I thought you’d never need a healer. That’s what you said before coming in, isn’t it? Let’s go, Ryan."
She took a step toward the corridor.
"Wait."
Alina’s voice stopped them.
There was a two-second silence. Then she spoke again, her tone different.
"I know what I said. I’m sorry. But heal us, please. Lighter might return."
Ryan stayed right where he was.
He looked at them for a mont. The wounds were serious but not fatal—at least, not imdiately. He could heal them right now and be done with it.
But he also rembered the attitude they’d had before entering. The comnt about him. The tone they used regarding his rank.
’How about a little lesson for a pair of such arrogant girls?’
"I’ll do it," Ryan said, "but you must accept the consequences of whatever might happen afterward. Do you agree?"
Karol let out a laugh she tried to hide and averted her gaze toward the ceiling.
Alina and Dalia exchanged a brief look. They didn’t understand exactly what he ant, but with Lighter possibly prowling the floor and Dalia’s arm useless, it was no ti to negotiate.
They nodded.
Ryan extended both hands toward them.
"Recovery."
...
When their bodies were healed, they stood up with scowls.
They had regained their arrogant attitude.
"You bastard, how dare you make us ask for help? You should have helped us imdiately," Alina complained as she planted herself in front of Ryan.
"Stupid girls—with that attitude, no wonder you were left half-dead," Karol grumbled, glaring at her.
"What did you say!?"
[Automatic debt collection initiated]
’Here we go...’
Alina slowly shifted her gaze, looking for Dalia’s face.
"My body... I can’t move it..."
"I... can’t either... what is happening to ?"
Both began to approach Ryan.
"I told you that you had to be prepared for the consequences, didn’t I?"
"Is this your doing, you bastard?!"
Karol began to laugh quietly.
And Dalia along with Alina began to undress, both left with their breasts bare and only their panties covering them.
’I thought about giving them a lesson, but I didn’t expect such a suggestive effect.’
They placed their hands on Ryan’s chest and forced him to sit down, his back against the wall.
Alina knelt on all fours and began to kiss Ryan’s thigh.
Although the fabric of his pants prevented direct contact.
Dalia was on the right side, taking Ryan’s hand and kissing it.
Both of their faces were bright red.
"Why... why is this happening to ..." Alina murmured as her lips traced Ryan’s thigh while she caressed him.
Karol approached to watch them closely; she also looked very flushed.
’This girl is such a pervert.’
"What are you looking at... help break free from this control..."
Dalia comnted with tears in her eyes, her face completely red. She rubbed her nipple with two fingers while her mouth continued to kiss Ryan’s hand.
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