Dungeon Refrigerator 54

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Space Warriors and Planned Crimes

I'm setting off. To the battlefield in the far reaches of the galaxy.

And I will never look back.

If I turn around, there will be a white cloth partition, dampening the excitement that has built up.

In the dungeon corridor, a chubby man in camouflage clothing is wildly shooting an airgun assault rifle at dung beetles.

[Tapa-pa! Tapa-papa-pa!... Pachi-pachi-pachi-pach!]

[Tch! Regular bullets are useless! Get the armor-piercing rounds ready!]

[Fukyu! Fukyu-kyu-kyu-kyu!... Pachi-pachi-pachi-pach!]

"Damn it! They're closing in!"

"Wh-Where are the airstrikes?! Damn it! What is the Air Force doing?!"

Now, in front of my eyes, brave space warriors are fighting desperately against the bugs.

They may look like chubby men in camouflage clothing shooting dung beetle with airguns while making a ruckus, but that's just my mental adjustment. They are the space warriors who have left Earth and fight at the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

Look, they look so happy.

Otaku is children who couldn't grow up to be adults. No matter how old they get, their minds remain childlike. Even though they may look like chubby men, their eyes sparkle as they indulge in their [X-ship Trooper] pretend-to-play. To me, who didn't have friends to play with like that, they looked very radiant.

"That's amazing..."

"Hehe... How about it? It's quite something! We have a painter among the members."

"Oh?"

However, the military nerd girl gives me an off-topic response to my muttering. Indeed, the cardboard objects placed there are futuristic and cool.

"But bringing projectiles into the dungeon should be prohibited, right? How did you manage to get permission?"

"Oh yeah, it was a meticulous negotiation, you know? We set up proper partitions and posted guards. We also cooperate in rescue operations if we find injured people in the dungeon. We worked hard to have airsoft battles in the dungeon and stuff."

"I see."

"Well, the reason is that one of the police officers stationed here is my uncle!"

"What? It's just favoritism?"

A middle-aged man with deep wrinkles on his face approached from the back of the corridor and spoke to the military nerd girl next to me.

"Hey, Shark, what happened to the lookout? And who is this man?"

(Shark...?)

"I'm letting him observe because he showed interest. Plus, this guy seems to have an M60."

The military nerd girl continued to have a foul mouth.

"Oh, someone, stand in for Shark and keep watch! (Whirling)... I'm the representative of this airsoft circle called Trident, and they call me Admiral. And you?"

(Shark and Admiral, then...)

"Nice to meet you, Admiral. Well, you can call me Jang. By the way, I like Haruna. How about you, Admiral?"

Jang is, of course, part of my last name. I often use it as a handle name on the internet. However, if I were to use Jang Moon, my name would be too obvious, and people might think I'm narcissistic, so I usually go with Jang. People who add Moon to their name tend to be narcissistic.

"Hmph! Haruna, huh... I'm Fusou, but Naka-chan is also hard to resist!"

"Oh, I see... You certainly have good taste, Admiral."

"Hmph, you too..."

The man claiming to be Admiral in front of me looked like a cool sushi chef at first glance. But it seemed that he was a familiar Admiral to me. Yes, I know we could get along somehow.

"What are you two talking about? I don't understand a thing."

Oh, right. The military nerd girl seems to be unfamiliar with KanColO.

"Hehehe... Shark, Admiral, and Jang, this is quite an interesting combination. Jang, if you're interested, let's play a bit. I'll lend you my gun. Hey, someone, teach Jang the rules!"

I borrowed the Admiral's gun and joined the Orm Trooper game.

It was fun. Incredibly fun. I played with all my heart, returning to my childhood. I joined the group of chubby men and shouted, "You damn bug!" while shooting airsoft guns and saved my comrades who were in trouble by colliding with Dango insects, and before I knew it, three hours had passed without me defeating a single monster.

"Well, Jang, your strength saved us!"

"Yeah! You can even hold down those bugs with your bare hands!"

"Let's fight together again, Jang!"

"Yeah!"

I became very close with the chubby men in camouflage uniforms whom I fought alongside.

"Jang, Trident will always welcome you. Come visit us next time."

"Admiral, thanks for everything. I'd love to come by again if possible."

"We usually do it here on the last Sunday of the month! Next time, bring your M60, Jang!"

"Yeah, I'll bring it next time. It's been sitting there untouched. Don't get mad if it doesn't work properly, okay?"

"I'll help you with the maintenance if that happens! See you, Jang!"

.....

After getting along with the members of the airsoft circle Trident in the Bug Dungeon, I had a great time. However, we made no progress in exploring the dungeon. Since it was enjoyable, let's consider it a good thing.

Afterward, I went to pick up Searaii-san at her part-time job, stopped by a public bath, and at Seki-san's request, we had tendon at a soba restaurant before returning home.

"Ah, it was delicious! Thank you, master!"

When we arrived at my apartment, Serai-san was in a good mood and playfully placed her hands on my shoulders from behind. Most guys would fall for this, but I won't be deceived or shaken. Right now, at the center of my heart. There sits Rut, my very cute girlfriend.

However, Serai-san still gets stressed by the stares of men who kept staring at her during work, which can be considered stalking. Fortunately, she's in a good mood now. The power of the high-priced special tendon at the soba restaurant is no joke.

And in such a good mood, Serai-san offered to give me a massage to repay me. 

When she said that, I couldn't be stingy, so I accepted Seki-san's massage. She started by massaging my shoulders while I sat cross-legged on the luxurious feather futon.

"Nsho, nsho... (rubbing sound). How is it, master? Feels good?"

"Ah... It feels really good..."

Receiving a pre-bedtime massage from Serai-san, a college beauty in her pajamas after bathing, is the best. It's not just about the skill of the massage itself, but the situation itself is blissful. If I were to try to buy this situation with money, I wonder how much it would cost.

It would require more than just the gasoline cost for the round trip on the motorcycle, the bathhouse fee, and the price of the special tendon.

"...It's still hot, isn't it? (rubbing sound)."

"Yeah, you're right."

It's not like the room is hot since I turned on the air conditioning as soon as we got back. Serai-san must be referring to the recent weather.

"Sure♪ Lie down♪. Ah Ah, summer is almost over, huh?"

"Mmm, yeah..."

"Before this summer ends, I want to go to the beach or something~."

Huh, wait? Is this the pattern of children begging for something from their fathers?

"Well... but even if we plan something now, it might not work out in time..."

"It'll be fine♪, right? Don't master want to see Ruu's swimsuit?"

"See... her... in a swimsuit...!?"

[clatter!]

"That's right~. If this summer ends, the next time you can see Luu in a swimsuit will be next year, you know?"

"Hmm..."

"I hope master and Ruu can continue getting along next year... but you never know what will happen in life... Sigh..."

Hey, don't say something so ominous.

Hey, don't say such unlucky things.

Afterward, following the advice of "Shizu knows about this kind of thing, so why not consult her?", I sent a message. On the same day, Nina-san sent me a [Travel plan, a magnificent estimate sheet] to my phone.

I... I was set up.