chapter 5

(Last chapter of the night sorry gotten busy before uploading this <3)

This crystal isn't comfy. I mean, it's not bad, but no pillows or covers? Awful. I swear, I will have both a cover and a pillow before I die, I thought to myself.

"Vow obtained. You have vowed to acquire both a cover and a pillow before you die. Vow difficulty: Medium. Reward: A 12-hour buff every time you achieve a full sleep using your cover and pillow. Buff: 'Well Rested'—mana and stamina recharge at twice the normal rate."

I jolted upright at the sudden voice. It was synthetic, like one of those AI-generated voices from the internet.

"I wish they warned me about—" I paused. Wait… they did warn me. They said I would have a system. I just didn't expect it to announce things so suddenly. Maybe it only speaks when I level up or trigger something important.

Shaking my head, I tried to relax again, sinking back onto the crystal surface. It wasn't the worst bed, but it was still far from comfortable. I let out a yawn and closed my eyes, trying to get some real rest.

Suddenly, I was standing outside my dungeon room. Blinking in confusion, I looked around. Thankfully, I was still inside my dungeon—my crystals were unmistakable. That glow was unique; nothing else could mimic it.

But how did I end up here?

I don't sleepwalk… do I?

Something felt off. Shaking off my unease, I turned toward the entrance of my core room. As I stepped inside, my breath hitched at the sight before me.

Nike—my imp—was lying across my dungeon core, his body trembling as he pleasured himself. His hand moved rapidly along his length, while the other was positioned behind his back—was he fingering himself? His moans filled the chamber, high-pitched and needy, unlike his usual speaking voice.

"Azzy… I wanna suck your cock so bad… I need you… You'll be mine when you have free time…"

His desperate pleas sent a shiver down my spine. My body reacted before my mind could process it—I was already hard. But then he noticed me.

His moans cut off abruptly as his gaze locked onto mine. My face burned with embarrassment, but his expression… it was something else entirely. Hunger.

I took an instinctive step back just as he leaped toward me. He moved with the eagerness of a pet reuniting with its owner—but unlike a pet, he wasn't aiming for my face.

Before I could react, his body pressed against mine, his warmth searing through me. His hardened length rubbed against mine as he slid downward, his tongue dragging along my skin before taking me into his mouth.

The heat, the slickness, the way his tongue wrapped around me—I couldn't think. My toes curled, my breath hitched, and for the first time in either of my lives, I moaned without restraint.

Nike's head bobbed eagerly, his pace quickening with desperation. My legs trembled, and my hands instinctively moved to his horns, gripping them as my climax built. I was close—so unbearably close.

And then—

My eyes snapped open.

I was still lying on my crystal bed. My body was slick with sweat, my breath ragged. But the sensation—the heat, the tightness—hadn't faded.

My gaze drifted downward, and my stomach twisted.

Nike was really there—between my legs. This wasn't just a dream.

The imp was eagerly milking me, his lips wrapped around my shaft as his tongue swirled around the tip. My body had already surrendered, the pleasure overwhelming any thoughts of protest.

I couldn't hold back.

With a shuddering moan, my grip on his horns tightened as I spilled down his throat. My vision blurred, and my body went limp against the crystal, my release ending with a final sigh.After a few moments, I waited for my body to calm down, but it didn't. That's when I looked down.

"Nike… why did you—And what time is it?"

I felt him slowly slide off me, his throat tightening around my length one last time before he pulled back with an audible pop. His tongue flicked out, giving me a final, teasing lick before releasing me completely.

"Well, it's morning, obviously," he said matter-of-factly. "Besides, you had a problem, and I needed a way to get your attention. So, I grabbed some…" His smirk—both cute and infuriating—grew wider as he finished, "breakfast."

I sighed, dropping my head back against the crystal.

"Are you finished then, Nike?"

He gave a satisfied nod before crawling up my body until we were face-to-face. His warmth pressed against me, something slick and twitching poking at my stomach.

"It's time for you to get up and create your first mobs," he said, his breath warm against my skin. "We need to be prepared before invaders or delvers show up."

I stared into his deep, mischievous eyes before replying, "First, before I get up—what's the difference between a delver and an invader? Aren't they the same thing?"

Nike shifted, sitting up slightly as he leaned back, resting his weight against something I really didn't want to think about. The teasing glint in his gaze told me he was very aware of what he was doing.

"Delvers are adventurers. They usually show up in parties of three to five, depending on their classes and strength. They come to explore, fight, and, well… delve into dungeons," he explained, giving a little bounce on my stomach just to mess with me. "Invaders, on the other hand, are wild animals or monsters that aren't under your control. Once inside your influence, they go rabid and will risk their lives to destroy your core."

I frowned, pushing past the distraction of Nike's antics. "Since we're underground, I guess that means most invaders would be creatures that already live in caves or dig tunnels, right?"

"Exactly." He smirked, shifting again.

I exhaled through my nose, trying to focus on anything other than the imp's antics. "Well, that's not good. What kind of mobs would you recommend? My template says I'm a crystal dungeon. What does that mean? Am I more like a gemstone-type dungeon or an earth-based one?"

Nike hummed, tapping his finger against my chest. "A bit of both. Crystals, gems… maybe even ore, though I doubt that'll be a major focus. More likely, ore will just be a common resource rather than part of your main theme." His tail flicked behind him. "What does your core template actually say?"

I hesitated. "…I, uh… never really checked it fully."

Nike let out an exaggerated sigh. "Azzy…"

"Give me a second!" I quickly opened my system to skim through the details.

Dungeon Core Status

Name: Azazel

Dungeon Type: Crystal

Level: 2 (Copper Tier)

XP: 15/250

Race: Demon

Aspect: Lust

Sub-race: Incubus

Class: Unknown

Dungeon Abilities

Create Floors and Tunnels: When the dungeon core channels mana into the ground, walls, or ceiling, it can harden and reinforce them, increasing durability to withstand attacks from creatures up to one tier higher.

Create Mob (2 available):

First Mob Choice – Crystal Snake

Crystal snakes have razor-sharp fangs capable of piercing armor.

Attack: Fangs deal 15 Piercing Damage per bite.

Ability: Constrict – The snake wraps around its prey, dealing 5 Grapple Damage every 5 seconds until the target breaks free or suffocates.

Second Mob Choice – Crystal Mice

Small but quick scavengers with crystalline incisors instead of regular teeth.

Attack: Chomp – Deals 8 Piercing Damage per bite.

I read through the options, nodding slowly. "Looks like I have a choice between a crystal snake and crystal mice. Hopefully, the snake doesn't get too hungry."

I let out a light giggle, stretching slightly as I relaxed against the crystal once more."Well, Azazel, you don't have much time. We need to get prepared—most dungeons only have a few days before they're no longer under divine protection."

That stopped me from relaxing. I propped myself up on my elbows, staring at Nike.

"What do you mean by protection?"

Nike didn't answer immediately. Instead, he crawled off my stomach and slid off my crystal slab, finally giving me some space. Unfortunately, that also meant I had a clear view of my still-hard cock. I don't know exactly what size it is, but I've never seen my veins pop like that before.

Nike, thankfully, pulled my attention back before I could get too distracted.

"Just as I said," he replied. "The gods of earth made you into a dungeon core, and a god of chaos made you into a demon, right?"

I froze, my thoughts screeching to a halt. I turned my gaze back to him, stupefied.

"How do you know that? You were summoned after all that happened." My voice rose with every word, tension creeping into my tone.

Nike didn't even flinch. The only sign that he was upset was the disappearance of his usual smirk. His tone flattened, void of its usual playfulness.

"Guides have information about their cores dating back to the very beginning," he said. "I can look at your template and see things most beings can't. That's how I know."

A pit formed in my stomach. His tone—so devoid of teasing—made me worry. I swallowed, my own voice lowering.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just—I never told you that." I hesitated, realization dawning on me. "And now that I'm thinking about it… I never told you my name either. Is that because you can read my template?"

Nike gave a small nod before offering me a soft smile. "There are some things I don't know—like who you were before this."

I responded quickly, hoping to regain some trust. Some connection.

"My name was Mike. And… there's not much to tell about my old life. I can talk about that later, but for now, let's get up and get to work."

Nike's smile warmed, and he nodded in agreement.

I just hoped it would stay that way.