Eat The World Tree

Chapter 240: Baobab Tree (4)

“Hey.”

Three minutes of waiting for Lee Shiheon at the dungeon gate.

Should she go and bring him along with Lee Hyang? Just as Aori was pondering this, Taeyang spoke up.

“Come to think of it, cameras can’t enter the dungeon, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t this an amazing plan by our brother to take down the National Tree?”

Aori’s mouth dropped open at the plausible words.

“Gasp.”

A magnificent scene unfolded in her mind.

Using power, money, and strength to force her down, whispering in her ear.

-Lick it.

-You, you coward! Have you no shame?

-Lick it.

-Grr, damn it!

At first, she’d probably hurl all kinds of curses.

But as time went by, she’d become a moaning female.

After teaching manners with a fist, pleasure would be taught until she gradually succumbed.

A story from a thin book.

Like an orc and an elf.

A female knight and a goblin.

Aori shuddered as she held her arms.

“…I like that.”

“Yeah, thinking about it, she’s pretty too, right? Wouldn’t she look good in a maid outfit?”

“What about a bunny girl?”

“That wouldn’t be bad either. Lying on the gambling table in fishnet stockings, kicking out a leg.”

A sudden discussion about preferences.

“…Then spraying lots of sap all over? One step for every chip thrown?”

“You know it.”

The two continued their conversation with excitement.

Their mouths filled with saliva from the erotic imagination.

Baobab tree, this was something.

In their minds, Bao had already become a splendid condom holder with fishnet stockings and a condom spread over it.

[Zing?]

The camera tilted its head, unable to understand the conversation.

Despite being broadcasted worldwide, they didn’t lower their tone.

The conversation wouldn’t be conveyed anyway.

“Did you say her name was Bao?”

As the fight continued and damage accumulated, the woman grew taller and bigger, using anger as fuel and pain as lubricant.

A power only the Baobab Tree among the National Trees could wield.

But even a terrifying ability appeared different to those drenched in sexual desire.

“How would it feel to be squashed by that big butt?”

“Ugh.”

Aori gagged at Taeyang’s innocent question.

Macrophilia: a fetish for large-bodied partners.

Taeyang and Aori were naturally inclined to such perversions.

“Think about it. Being squashed by someone bigger than you?”

“Everyone I meet is bigger than me.”

“That’s…”

Aori was small for a woman.

She looked tiny next to any man.

Aori subtly lifted her foot. Dirt was on her shoe.

“Do you like being stepped on?”

“Not really. But honestly, anything from a beautiful person would feel good.”

It’s not about preferences or anything.

Taeyang’s words were surprisingly accurate, and Aori nodded in agreement.

After all, what did it matter what kind of play it was? It’s whether the person’s sexual charm made it enjoyable.

Whatever, if it felt good, it’s perfect.

The moment black magic emerged from Lee Shiheon’s body.

Boom!

He vanished, then appeared above Bao’s head, striking down.

The dungeon floor caved in.

“…!”

Her pupils contracted.

Following unseen movements, her body swung wildly.

A black shadow roamed the dungeon, striking her body dozens of times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shoulders, waist, abdomen.

Her organs screamed, her muscles felt like they were tearing.

For a moment, Bao’s pupils rolled back as she lost consciousness.

She regained her senses and tried to follow the movements, but her hands reached too late, meeting a faster opponent.

Lee Shiheon closed in, avoiding her hands, silently staring at his target.

White magic flickered in his hand.

-Form One. White Peach.

‘Direct hit is dangerous.’

Even with that thought, her body wouldn’t move.

Her speed was no match for his. She could only accept the blow.

A white flower bloomed on her abdomen.

A long streak of magic traced a line down the dungeon corridor.

Thud!

An ear-piercing sound.

Bao’s body was pushed back 4-5 meters.

She stopped midway.

Bao stood firm, glaring at Lee Shiheon.

Steam rose from her battered body.

“…Ugh, khah.”

Unable to hold back a groan, saliva dripped from her mouth.

She recalled the words of a woman she had seen before.

-Why are you so obsessed with finding Lee Shiheon?

-I told you, it’s personal.

-…Can you even beat him?

The woman with black hair who had taunted her.

Her mocking eyes flashed before Bao.

-Fighting him would be tough.

-He’s just a mage.

-A mage? What are you talking about, his specialty isn’t that.

Why pretend to be a mage with such hidden power?

Bao wiped the saliva from her chin, her trembling eyes focusing.

Stronger than imagined. With her current self, she couldn’t match him.

‘Hoo…’

She calmed her mind and looked up. Sweat drenched her clenched fists.

She felt good.

“This is fun.”

A fierce smile spread across her face. The black magic reflected in her yellow eyes swirled menacingly.

He approached again. Honest movements.

A straight punch without tricks. She liked that attack.

Bao threw a massive punch.

Her body had grown stronger in that short time.

Boom!

When fist and hand collided, the dungeon shook.

Dust fell from the ceiling, and the cracked walls trembled.

“Fun…!”

Laughter filled with madness. Lee Shiheon’s eyes twisted.

“……I can’t take it anymore. Brother or not, let’s have a fight first.”

Her muscles expanded. The heat from her excited breath burst out.

A bodily conversation. A fight to determine who was stronger.

Not a tedious chase, but a direct clash to decide who was weaker.

Arabid.

In Bao’s tribe, personal conflicts required each party to fight to the death.

They risked their lives. Even if their bodies broke, their fierce spirit remained intact. Those who died in sacred fights became souls that protected them.

In the barren and desolate land, these warriors survived by worshipping only strength.

Baobab · Father of Many Seeds.

Her body grew even larger. It was now difficult to stand in the corridor.

At this moment, she would enjoy the fight.

Chasing her brother would be paused.

Erase that damned man from her mind.

She focused only on tearing apart the opponent in front of her.

The fierce determination was evident in her eyes.

She crouched on all fours on the dungeon floor, baring her fangs.

Like a lioness pouncing on its prey.

Her fists were solid, ready to crush her opponent, with no concern for feminine allure.

Fiery red magic already burned within her body.

In short, she had lost it.

The growth of the baobab tree was not easy.

When it first sprouted. And during the germination process, a wildfire must first arise.

In the blazing inferno under the scorching sun, the baobab seed shedded its thick shell and sprouted on the ash-covered ground.

Such a growth background applied to actual Tree People as well.

Africa was practically desolate due to the gates. Fleeing from monsters repeatedly, children learned to wield swords from the age of seven.

Thousands of young Tree People died every month.

And many older Tree People die protecting these young ones from monsters.

Only the physically superior Tree People survived; otherwise, there would be no humans left in Africa.

Thus, their physical development was exceptional.

Tree People who were not adept at fighting were eliminated.

In the end, genetically superior individuals were completed.

Now at twenty, an adult Bao was treated equally to an S-class hunter for good reason.

Bao stretched her neck without any change in expression.

Crack. The sound was impressive.

“What are you waiting for?”

A single exchange of fists was enough.

From now on, it would be impossible to overwhelm her like before.

“That’s why I used Baekdo on purpose.”

He gave her no chance to counterattack.

Yet she endured it and absorbed it as her own nutrient.

Her size grew even more, sending chills down his spine.

“Not Heukdo.”

It was too strong and had excessive recoil.

Having traveled back in time, Heukdo’s power had increased several times.

It wasn’t a power to use against the opponent in front of him; it was a last resort in a life-or-death situation.

Originally, he had no intention of using the improved Heukdo in the past. He had planned to use it after meeting that guy, Jeong Homun.

“This is going to be a hassle.”

As he thought that and took his stance, Bao started to move in.

-Whoosh!

As she moved, a wind arose. He met her accelerating strike with his fist.

-Thud!

Their fists collided. From his knuckles to his hand and arm bones, a cry of pain echoed.

Boom. The second strike followed.

Giving up on blocking, he retreated as she advanced three steps ahead.

Their faces almost touched.

At a nose-to-nose distance, Bao’s fierce eyes stared at him.

Her yellow eyes gleamed like an owl’s in the darkness.

“…You have good eyes. Are all your people like that?”

“Well. Peach Spring Blossom?”

“Now I know why our brother ran there—”

An upward knee strike.

“—I see!”

He barely twisted his head to dodge. The fluctuation of magic distorted his vision for a moment.

Fists rained down, obscuring his sight. He relied on his senses to block them.

The speed kept increasing. The strength grew stronger.

Her posture and movements lacked technique.

She focused solely on power and speed with beast-like agility.

-Crack!

Bao grabbed his outstretched arm and twisted it.

She squeezed hard, preventing him from escaping, almost breaking his bones.

“Got you.”

As a satisfied smile spread across Bao’s face, he twisted his body in the opposite direction of his elbow joint.

-Crack!

“…What—”

With his dislocated arm twisted grotesquely, he nonchalantly dodged Bao’s fist and struck her face.

Bao, holding her face, looked at him in disbelief.

-Crack, crack!

His arm snapped back into place as the bones realigned.

“…Are you human?”

“That’s what I want to ask. How long will you keep growing?”

“Heh. Until I win.”

Even during the fight, she couldn’t hide her astonishment.

He lightly clenched and released his hand, feeling his now fully healed arm.

“I thought I’d have no match here. I didn’t expect to meet someone like you.”

“Is that so?”

“Your name was Lee Shiheon, right?”

He nodded, and Bao muttered.

“I’ll remember. You’re a tough one.”

Though her words were clearly conveyed, he chuckled bitterly at Bao’s words as translated by the machine.

‘This will never end like this.’

The longer the excitement of the battle lasted, the stronger she would become.

Perhaps delayed maturation should have been her trait, not his.

As he thought that, he sought a way.

‘Is there something that can calm her excitement?’

Something that could pour ice-cold water on her raging spirit.

‘…Seduction?’

A plan struck him instantly.

He immediately infused his fingers with magic.

Blue magic, tinged slightly with purple.

It wouldn’t work on others, but it might be effective on Bao, who thrived on anger and battle excitement.

Using this in a fight was unimaginable.

But it might work.

‘But… I’ll need to find the erogenous zones.’

He bent his fingers except for the index and middle fingers.

‘I don’t know.’

Like striking acupuncture points.

If he stabbed everywhere, he might hit one.

-Buzz!

Engulfing his body in violently vibrating magic, he swallowed his breath.