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Chapter 693

Day 137 – Daytime, Dungeon, 50F

Deep Dungeon, 50th floor. From here on lies the true demonic realm, guarded by the floor master. The weight of the air changes, the scent of the wind shifts, whispers become clamor, and caution twists into full combat!

The battles in another world’s dungeon are terrifying. Yes, terrifyingly cruel. Its name is… lunch!

「「「B-B-Q! Skewers! Teppanyaki! …」」」

Spats-san, having removed her light armor, is soaked in sweat. The damp fabric clings tight to her bare skin, cutting in and outlining raw curves, swelling and pressing, wobbling and twisting as her flesh is emphasized.

Bare-legged Spats-san, having shed the shawl-like long gloves linked at the shoulders and her over-knee socks, now dashes and bounds in a halter-neck top with her back exposed. Her body flies, leaps, thrashes about! The floor master was here just a moment ago, but, who was it again? Completely gone from memory!

「「「「Itadakima~su ♥」」」」
「That’s mine,