Nexus Awakened (An Isekai LitRPG Gender Bender Story)

938. Dungeon Tribulation End

//////// < ALERT > ////////

< TRIBULATION ENDING >

INFECTA ROT

< Dungeon >

< The futility drove us mad. If creators create their creations in their image, then why are they born incapable of experiencing the fruits of life? >

The Tribulation came and went in just thirty minutes. It wasn’t long at all, but it could have been finished far more quickly had Frost been allowed to take matters entirely into her own hands.

The Administrative Floor was mostly explored by now. The groups would be meeting at the Central Elevator to descend into the next Layer in the next ten minutes. For now, Frost and Jury stood in front of a colossal holographic screen.

Since the Central Elevators were disabled, someone needed to re-enable them. However, no one had the technical knowledge to manipulate Atelier technology, nor did they have the credentials.

Aside from Icara, strangely enough.

Frost assured them that she could handle it and moved with Jury alone.

The entire Site could be seen on this blue screen. She couldn’t believe how gamified it was. Being an Overseer must’ve been incredibly easy since it was no more than playing a monster management sim… except with the added burden of people’s lives in your hand, and ever-looming threat of the dreaded daily quota.

Jury playfully tapped on the screen, trying to move it around but to no avail.

“Awww. And now you try it Frost. I bet it’ll work.” She pouted. “It always works with you.”

She was right.

Frost placed her hand on the Cognition Terminal, and it caused the screen to scroll like she had tapped on a touch-screen monitor.

< Restricted Access Has Been Overruled >

< Granting Privileges of [Overseer] and [Navigator] >

Just like the Village of Virt and the Black Box, she was given administrative access – so to speak.

“Nothing can keep me out.” Frost grinned. “Hm. Central Elevator… I just gotta tap on it, right? A prompt appeared.”

After reading the instructions carefully, she placed a finger on where the elevator currently was. Then, she slowly dragged it up.

“Speed is measured by how fast the Overseer controls it, huh.”

“Imagine sneezing on the job?”

“I’m fucking shocked it works like this. Don’t they have automated systems… wait, don’t answer that. I forget this world isn’t as technologically sound as Earth. At least with safety protocols. I wouldn’t know where to start with implementing a safe way to move the elevators. Outside of just a standard speed? That’d work, right?”

Theoricially, it would certainly work. But then how would it react with a manual overdrive? What if Workers needed to get in an out quickly? What if the standard speed was too fast or slow? Could multiple setting work?

She also had to consider that the Site evolved on its own accord and even utilized Atelier technology. After all, the doors and the elevators operated via gravity.

How does it do that? Fucking hell. Sites make no sense. Pair that with the whole rearranging of space and you have a proper black box.

As Frost drowned in thought, Jury began to rub her shoulders.

“Ah…? Oh… Wow… That’s good. What’s up?” Frost blissfully hummed.

Suddenly, a fleshy tip rubbed against her cheek.

“You’re still not going to give up? Right here of all places as well?” She sighed.

“Am I not allowed to? It’s not erotic or anything!”

“Despite it feeling good for you?”

“It’s a bonus! Plus, who’s going to tell that it does?”

Frost pinched the organ lightly, causing Jury to let out an involuntary moan.

“I thought so. I can’t believe you’re supposed to take after the Angel of Gluttony and not Lust. Why not wait until this over?”

“Just a drink. Please?”

Jury employed the forbidden tactic.

Puppy eyes.

One of Frost’s few weakness. This pair with Jury’s ‘Wife’ buff meant that there was no possible way for her to resist her charm.

Defeated, she grabbed the tail at the base of the petals and held it close.

“… Tell me what it is first.”

“Apple smoothie. I thought you’d like a drink. Or was I wrong…?”

“[ :C ] This is what Jury is feeling right now. Are you happy with yourself.”

“Alright. Fine. Just… know that I’m worried about you. It’s not that I don’t want to.” Frost said.

She took it into her mouth. The slick organ was already wet thanks to Jury’s saliva from when she drank from it earlier. It was also naturally wet due to an unknown secretion that formed inside of her tail.

When it passed through her teeth, a small dribble of apple-flavored liquid danced on her tastebuds. The valve steadily opened. Soon, a torrent washed down her throat as she took a long, hard drink.

“Mhn…” Jury shivered, clasping onto Frost from behind possessively.

Her hands wrapped around her waist, her fingers kneading Frost’s supple belly. This was far from the place they should be doing this, but for some reason, Jury was compelled to give in.

Almost as if…

… Did she notice I wasn’t feeling alright? Still… She’s the one who’s feeling good right now. Not that I mind. Yeah… that has to be it, huh. Fuck. I love her so much…

The taste of those memories still lingered on her tongue.

But now, all she could taste was Jury. Not the apple flavor, but Jury herself.

After a few seconds, she plopped her tail out with a wet pop.

“Was it delicious?”

“Yeah. Tasty. And er… thanks.”

“Nothing gets through me~ Wanna talk about it?”

“Not here. I’d rather we talk in bed.” Frost laughed.

Then, she plopped her head onto her lover’s chest.

“I wub you swo mwuch.” Her muffled voice caused Jury to squeal.

She picked Frost up and twirled her around…

… all the while the Orange Disruptor walked into the room.

As soon as the next figure tried to walk in, their faces were smashed in.

“Sorry, there was a Corrupted mosquito on your face. Those fucking lovebirds… Wrath Harrower chick. My offer is still open. It’s gonna get a whole lot worse down there.”

“A Color can’t go a day without abusing their power. I’d almost be afraid if you weren’t chained down to the Ateliers like a good dog.” The woman barked. “What’s happening inside?”

“Work. Work is being done.”

Another had their face caved in as they attempted to peek through the metal doors.

“Ahem. Two minutes!” Horus called. “Or we’ll miss our Elevator! You can set a timer on it if that’s what you’re struggling with!”

That warning was meant for Frost and Jury.