The shower's hot spray revealed rivers of grime swirling down the drain, washing away the wild's grit. Dried and in soft clothes, Alex collapsed onto his bed, mind racing to his fresh class: Dungeon Master, Rank F. He needed a hidden spot for the gate—his basement felt perfect. He'd slip down tomorrow, once Luna nodded off in the morning haze.
For now, curiosity pulled him to the dungeon store skill. A holographic list flickered open: F-Rank weapons and armors, each priced at 20 points. His balance showed just 2—likely scraps from those wolves after his class unlocked. Sections gleamed: Armour, Weapons, Misc stocked with low-grade ores, herbs, and reagents for crafters. Useless for him yet. He dismissed it, biding time until midnight.
Rechecking then, fresh items shimmered into view—armors he'd had not seen before, weapons too—hints of the store's evolving secrets across every tab.
Satisfied, he closed his eyes. Tomorrow promised transformation.
Morning light crept in late; it was Monday, and his classes were off for job hunting opportunities. With his sister and Mary off at school, he tiptoed to check on his stepmom—still deep in slumber, her breaths soft and even.
This Portal had to stay buried, away from prying eyes. No spotlight, just his domain. He definitely wouldn't ask for help about his plans as he might seem like a mad man. Down-stairs, he skirted Mom's treadmill, reaching the closet crammed with Luna's hoarded relics—forgotten treasures she couldn't bear to discard.
One by one, he stowed the junk in his inventory, stacking the overflow outside. The space yawned open, inviting him in. At the far wall, Alex paused, visions stirring: a clever breach to the other side, where his hidden portal could pulse unseen, gateway to untold depths.
The basement hid a discreet door to the backyard, perfect for Alex's secret comings and goings. As long as he could summon his temporary portal once a day, he could vanish from any trouble and slip home in seconds, safe and unseen. He had his first villain escape route, beasts would pour out of his gate blocking all threats as he laughed menacingly, having his minions retreat with loots and booty as he escaped.
To craft his hidden dungeon, Alex first needed Luna out of the house or he could use her own sleeping pills against her. He also required tools to breach the thick cement wall. At the nearest hardware store, he snapped up a concrete chainsaw for slicing through stone and a sturdy shovel for what lay beyond.
Back home, Alex pondered how to lure his mom away. Luck struck when her texted came, "Out shopping be back in an hour," she was already out. Thank God, he thought, relief flooding him.
He cleared the closet, fired up the vacuum for later, and sketched a door's outline on the wall. The chainsaw roared to life, carving precise lines. Incredible, Alex marveled. Why isn't this a tool for dungeon runs?
He sliced the bottom straight, angling the top cut so the slab wouldn't tumble inward, and the sides to prevent it shifting back. With a flick of his storage ability, the heavy chunk vanished. Now faced a sheer wall of earth, dark and unyielding.
Alex shoveled furiously, each load of dirt vanishing into his storage until it brimmed full. He dumped it all in the backyard, at the side of the house, hidden in-between the neighbors fence and his house, along with the cement slab. He dug lower still, aiming for a 30 degree angle going downwards, 20 feet forward, 20 feet underground. ensuring the dungeon gate could expand without breaching the surface grass. He would build the minimum now, later he would create more space with support columns, a storage for his loot. Pressed for time he couldn't expand the area and fortify his portals secret sanctuary that lay under the front lawn, but later he definitely would.
"Dungeon Creation," he whispered as he clicked the Skill with a mental press. An F-rank gate shimmered into existence, a faint glow pulsing like a hidden heartbeat. Alex left the shovel aside and funneled the stored dirt through the portal. Sealing it with the slab, he slapped on fresh wallpaper from the store, blending it seamlessly so the piece of wall could be removed and placed back so no noticeable differences could be seen.
A quick vacuum he swept away the dust, and restocked the closet. Everything pristine, Alex showered off the grime, his pulse racing with the thrill of his secret triumph.
He had a grinding strategy mapped out, but points were scarce. Stores buy, too, right? Grabbing his worn boots, he tested it. Five points to sell them, modest but proof he could offload gear.
Experimenting with odds and ends, only his dagger and boots fetched value. Entering the dungeon now would be like asking a girl out for dinner but having only enough credits to buy her a few pieces of candy. Instead, he activated his Dungeon Editor skill. A menu unfolded: basic upgrades linked to his Dungeon Master class rank, options to add floors and stretch each one wider, Alex cringed at the amount needed, but it whispered promises of vast, untapped depths.
Alex's dungeon hummed with untapped potential, its single floor unlocked out of two, the space barely 30% claimed, the rest buried by stone. Upgrade costs loomed like distant mountains, steep and unyielding.
He traced the first floor's rugged topography in his mind, sketching traps and dens of various monsters for the second level that would materialize once he paid the expansion of another floor, the fees of options adding to the cost. Wolves danced at the edge of his summoning knowledge, feral shapes waiting to be called.
In room four, he carved out two rabbit dens, coaxing two pairs of the creatures into existence for two hard-earned points. Their frantic hops promised a future where his wolves feasted instead of withered, a sly ecosystem perhaps. Nothing more caught his eye, it only left him craving more kills to satiate his thirst for power, so Alex slipped back into the rhythm of his day.
Luna's return pulled him from the glow of his favorite anime episodes, manga volumes stacked nearby. He pitched in with the groceries, Porter Class cementing his usefulness as he grabbed the last bags from the car while she secured her car doors with a click.
As they unpacked, Alex sank into a chair, eyes drifting to Luna's curves. She moved with effortless grace, her full breasts swaying free beneath the thin top, nipples pressing against the fabric. Those yoga pants hugged her round ass like a second skin, every bend and stretch teasing the eye.
God, she's stunning, he thought, his gaze locking on the way her cheeks flexed, imagining the heat radiating from her core. Some store clerk must have stolen glances at her braless chest, the dark peaks betraying her secret thrill.
Luna felt his stare like a caress, a spark igniting low in her belly. She savored it, the way her son's hunger mirrored her own. In the car, she'd slipped off her bra, nipples hardening at the thought of his reaction. Now, she caught the bulge straining his pants, his cock thickening under her sway of her booty.