Only My Dungeon Equipment Levels Up! (SSS-Rank Weapons)

I wonder why, but my heart is racing.

While listening to the sound of the shower, I found myself sitting formally for some reason.

It’s not like this sound is unusual; I always hear it when Nana is bathing.

“Why are you sitting formally, big brother?”

Nana looks at me with a puzzled expression.

Of course she would, why would I need to sit formally in our own home?

“Haha, I wonder why.”

And I relax my posture.

“Come to think of it, Nana, have you had any trouble at school lately?”

“Hm? Not really, why?”

That’s good. I was worried that Sato might have been bothering her about the sugar daddy thing, but it seems there’s no problem.

He probably just hates me anyway.

Since then, Sato has been teasing me at school every day.

I endure it daily, spending gloomy days at school.

Still, if my sister is safe from harm, that’s really good.

“What about you, big brother? As an explorer?”

“You’ll be surprised to hear this, but I’ve actually secured a contract with a company!”

“Eh! Is that… good?”

“I don’t know, it’s my first time, so I’m not sure either.”

“Are you being scammed?”

“It should be fine… probably.”

“Why are you losing confidence… Come on, pull yourself together! The lives of two cute girls are depending on your shoulders now!”

“Ah, yeah!”

My sister calling herself cute, well, from a brother’s perspective, I do think she’s cute.

And Misuzu, despite her type, is cute too.

As we were talking, Misuzu came out of the bath.

“That was a nice bath!”

As usual, she’s wearing a big T-shirt.

Again, I can’t see her shorts, just those beautiful legs extending from the T-shirt.

(It’s as if she’s wearing nothing but the T-shirt…!?)

Fresh from the bath, Misuzu is drying her wet hair with a towel.

Noticing my gaze on her, Misuzu smiles.

Then she slowly lifts her T-shirt a little, biting her pinky finger while looking at me with seductive
eyes.

Her beautiful, slender, pure white bare legs are visible, and above them…

(She’s not… wearing… any)

I catch a glimpse of the edge of black underwear.

No way… Just a shirt!? Impossible. How can this be allowed?

How can such a sexy outfit be allowed!?

To think a simple T-shirt could become so erotic…

Misuzu not wearing shorts.

Beyond that thin, single layer was a man’s romantic fantasy that could rival any dungeon.

“Hey! Misuzu!”

Beside me, frozen in shock, Nana stands up and puts her hands on her hips, angry.

“Haha! It’s just a service for letting me stay! Don’t be mad!”

“Geez…”

“Senior Kenya, the bath was great! You’re next!”

Then Misuzu brings her face close to my ear.

Wafting the scent of shampoo, she whispers softly so Nana can’t hear.

“I left plenty of scent for you…”

Huh? Scent? What kind of scent?

Is it something erotic?

Somehow leaning slightly forward, I silently head towards the bath.

For some reason, my feet feel light, as if the fatigue from earlier was a lie.

My heartbeat urges me to hurry, I change in an instant and open the door.

Let’s go♪ Riding on the back of the silver dragon♪

Well, mine isn’t a dragon, and rather than back, it’s more like between the legs… No, let’s stop there.

And then opens the Garden of Eden, not even a full tatami mat in size.

I can’t contain my excitement!

From the forcefully opened door, this scent stimulating my nostrils!

Th-This scent is! …just the usual shampoo smell though?

“Fufu, Senior Kenya is funny, what were you expecting?”

No, I wasn’t expecting anything.

I just wanted to soothe my tired body quickly.

“Wait, Misuzu! What are you doing?”

“Since you’re taking care of me, I thought I’d at least wash your back…”

“N-No need! I’m fine!”
I pushed out Misuzu, who had entered without permission, and took a shower.

(That girl is a bit too stimulating)

A painful cohabitation awaited the virgin Kenya.

Whether it’s truly painful or blissful, only Kenya knows.

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Misuzu’s Perspective

(Senior Kenya is kind and somehow cute. Even though he was so strong and cool)

Out of the bath, Misuzu smiles while fiddling with her smartphone and drying her hair.

(He’s different from the men I’ve known before…)

Misuzu, who left the facility.

The cause was sexual violence from the men at the facility.

As Misuzu grew up, the men began to see her with sexual eyes.

And one day, she was attacked.

Such a common, cliché reason that’s all too prevalent.

Still, with nowhere else to go, Misuzu was helpless, trampled upon as she was.

After enduring such days for a while, she got fed up and ran away from the facility.

But with nowhere to go, she was huddled near the station when a kind-looking old man offered her a place to stay.

But that old man was also after her body.

Still, he let her stay and gave her money, so she had no choice.

Enduring it, Misuzu was once again at the mercy of others.

The next man too, and the next man after that.

All the men who let her stay, violated her.

At some point, she lost her sense of resistance, and something broke inside her.

What was once so detestable, somehow became a happiness to have her body desired.

To be desired by someone, to be needed.

Only in those moments, only during those times, was she filled with an indescribable happiness.

Misuzu, who had never been needed by anyone.

Not even by her real parents…

But all the men desire her, need her.

(I wonder if Senior Kenya will desire me too? I’d be happy if he did)

This girl, twisted, who knew sex before love.

What’s the cause? Who’s to blame?

Is it society’s fault, her fault, the men’s fault, or just bad luck?

No one knows for sure.

But one thing that can be said is that she is a victim.

And at the end of this dependent lifestyle lies only ruin.

But now…

“I’m done with the bath, Nana!”

“Okay!”

“Senior, let me dry your hair!!”

“Th-That’s okay!”

“Come on, come on, stay still! Senior’s hair is like a puppy’s!!”

“S-Stop it!!”

“Misuzu! Don’t seduce my brother!”

“Ahaha!”

This cramped, rundown, and dirty place.

Yet it’s so warm.

This tiny 10-tatami room feels comfortable from the bottom of her heart.