Sweetie, How Many Players Do You Need to Kill？

My boyfriend is ranked #1 on the Horror Game Player Leaderboards.

And I work as a monster inside the game Dungeons secretly.

The Dungeons he clears are all SSS-tier nightmares.

The Dungeon I work in? The starter zone.

We kept to our own lanes.

Until the SSS-tier Dungeon was almost completely cleared out by my boyfriend, its monsters all slaughtered.

The system panicked and sent me in as a last-minute replacement.

Watching me clumsily intimidating others, the stream chat exploded.

“How did such a timid monster get into an SSS-tier Dungeon? She scared herself!”

“Idiot, getting lost in her own Dungeon? This monster’s a joke.”

“Poor little thing. If anyone else finds her, maybe okay. If Ryan finds her? Insta-death.”

“Chill, Ryan only bothers with the scariest SSS-tier bosses. This idiot? She’d probably die of fright before he even lifts a finger.”

I desperately tried to hide, to keep my part-time job a secret.

Later, stumbling blindly, I ran straight into my boyfriend.

The chat buzzed, waiting for me to get killed.

But the man known as a true god among players…

…just gently lowered his head, pinched my cheek and said,

“Sweetie, how many players do you need to kill? I’ll help.”

Stream Chat: ???

My name is Sienna.

I have an incredibly powerful boyfriend.

He’s #1 on the Horror Game Player Leaderboards.

Mention his name, Ryan, and almost no player or monster hasn’t heard of him.

Even the terrifying bosses of SSS-tier Dungeons fear him.

Once, curious, I asked, “Ryan, are you really that good?”

The man, busy cooking, proudly showed off his knife skills.

A huge potato became paper-thin slices.

I was just about to be amazed.

The next second, I was carried to the bedroom.

The muscular man nuzzled my lace shoulder strap off with his teeth.

Brushing against sensitive spots.

“How good I am, baby, is for you to say.”

“N-not that kind of good!”

I tried to kick him, flustered.

He caught my ankle, kissing me deeply.

Things escalated quickly.

It didn’t end until I showered him with desperate praise.

Leaving the bedroom, my legs were trembling.

He just chuckled.

Kissing me again like he couldn’t get enough.

Then, completely unruffled, he went back to cooking.

He also washed the sheets, changed the cat litter, watered the plants, and mopped every floor.

With him home, everything was spotless.

Hard to stay angry.

I thought, Ryan really is shameless.

But also…

…really good.

People constantly offer him fortunes to clear Dungeons for them.

Calling him ‘Legend’ this, ‘Boss’ that.

Whether he helps or not depends entirely on his mood.

Because I’m a scaredy-cat.

I once entered an Dungeon and got so frightened.

Ryan forbade me from going into horror Dungeons again.

But he didn’t know.

I’ve secretly been working part-time as a monster NPC inside the horror game.

For two months now.

part2

Ryan, as Player #1, only tackles SSS-tier Dungeons.

The Dungeon I work in is beginner level.

They’re worlds apart. No chance of crossing paths.

So I wasn’t worried Ryan would find out.

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