The Dungeon
Copyright© 2026 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 3: One Man’s Rubbish
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: One Man’s Rubbish - James is reborn in an isekai world, where his gift is the ability to find useless crap. When he stumbles upon a mysterious dungeon, he can't help but wonder what treasures lie inside. What monsters, dangers and demons await him? And, more importantly, what useless crap can he find to sell for a few coins? Who knows? There's only one way to find out. Edited by Steven!!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fan Fiction GameLit Isekai Paranormal Magic
James mused for a moment before opening his bag and pulling out a pair of underwear, which he tossed towards her, followed by a pair of trousers and a tunic. Rachael caught them awkwardly, looking between the clothing and the man sitting opposite her.
She frowned, holding up the underwear.
“You carry spare underwear?”
“Yeah, learned that one the hard way after eating uncooked pork in a dungeon...”
She stared at him for several seconds, her expression slowly changing from confusion to disgust.
“Oh, Gods...”
“Yep. Both ends, Rachael. Both fucking ends. Lost a perfectly good pair of trousers that day, too.”
She grimaced.
“Good thing I was wearing my brown trousers.”
She stared at him for a moment before letting out a short bark of laughter, which caught her so completely by surprise that she began coughing. It took her several moments to recover, and when she finally did, she realised she hadn’t laughed like that in a very long time. The thought brought a genuine smile to her face, while James simply sat there grinning, clearly pleased with himself.
“Thank you for that delightful image,” she managed, still chuckling.
“Don’t mention it. Anyway, ever since then, I always carry a spare pair of underwear, trousers and something to clean myself with. You only make that mistake once.”
She glanced down at the clothing again.
“Why are you giving them to me?”
He shrugged. “I’m going to be walking around with a fucking boner all day if I have to stare at that pussy.”
She flushed bright red, her mouth opening slightly as she stared at him in disbelief.
“You’re not around people much, are you?”
“No,” he replied, genuinely confused. “Why?”
She stared at him for a moment, realising that he genuinely couldn’t see anything unusual about the way he spoke to her. Then again, if he spent most of his time alone, perhaps he simply wasn’t accustomed to interacting with other people. The thought brought a small smile to her face, and she inclined her head.
“I can tell.”
She shook her head as she inspected the clothing. The underwear was plain cotton, while the trousers were made from reasonably sturdy material, with a drawstring waist that would allow her to adjust them to fit. The tunic was considerably better than the filthy scraps she’d been wearing for the last four days, although she wasn’t entirely convinced it would accommodate her figure.
Nevertheless, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
James turned around to give her some privacy while she dressed. Rachael pulled on the underwear and trousers, adjusting the drawstring around her waist, before removing the remains of her filthy garments and slipping the tunic over her head. It was reasonably comfortable, although somewhat tighter across the chest than she’d anticipated. She tugged at the material several times, attempting to make it sit properly, before giving up.
“You can turn around.”
James turned back and immediately groaned.
“What?” she demanded.
“Is it cold in here?”
She looked down and blushed furiously. Her thick nipples were tenting the material of the tunic, which did absolutely nothing to conceal the shape of her generous breasts.
“Gods, how humiliating.”
Without comment, James reached into his bag, retrieved a loose-fitting top and handed it to her.
Rachael accepted it with a grateful smile, pulling it over the tunic and adjusting the material until she was satisfied.
“Better?”
“Much,” she replied.
“Shame,” James muttered.
She rolled her eyes.
“Men,” she said, flipping one hand towards the ceiling.
James grinned, stretched his arms above his head and cracked his back before turning his attention towards the remains of their campsite. With a casual movement of his hand, he channelled a little energy through his newly acquired sword, producing a shimmering wave of frost that spread across the fire.
The transformation was immediate. Flames hissed and died as ice engulfed the burning logs, trapping the glowing embers beneath a thick coating of translucent blue. Steam rose briefly from the frozen wood before dissipating into the cool dungeon air.
Satisfied that the fire was extinguished, James used the same magic to cool the remaining hare. Once the meat was sufficiently cooled, he wrapped it in a clean cloth, retrieved a smaller enchanted bag from his pack and placed the leftovers inside.
The bag was an inexpensive preservation item he’d purchased before beginning his adventure. It couldn’t hold very much, but anything placed inside remained fresh for considerably longer than normal, making it particularly useful for carrying food.
He tucked the smaller bag into his main pack, secured the straps and picked up his sword.
Rachael watched him finish packing.
“So now what?”
“I’m going for the boss.”
She nodded, considering that for several seconds before her expression hardened.
“I want my shit back.”
“Fair enough.”
James unbuckled his original sword and handed it to her, complete with its scabbard and belt. She accepted the weapon, testing its weight before securing it around her waist. The movement caused her breasts to bounce rather spectacularly beneath the tunic.
James groaned.
Rachael flushed again.
“Would you stop staring at my titties!”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re not trying very hard!”
“Rachael, your titties are enormous. They’re practically introducing themselves before the rest of you enter the room.”
She stared at him for several seconds before throwing her hands into the air.
“Gods preserve me!”
James burst out laughing.
Despite her obvious embarrassment, she couldn’t quite suppress a reluctant smile. He was impossibly crude, apparently incapable of keeping his thoughts to himself, and possessed all the social grace of a drunken dwarf, but there was something strangely refreshing about his complete lack of pretence.
At least she knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Come on,” he said, adjusting his cloak. “Let’s see what other crap we can find.”
“Crap?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this.”
They left the chamber together, James leading the way with his lantern while Rachael followed several paces behind, occasionally glancing over her shoulder towards the darkness behind them.
The corridors beyond their campsite were considerably wider than those James had explored earlier, with vaulted ceilings supported by thick stone columns and elaborate carvings running along the walls. Here and there, enormous iron sconces protruded from the masonry, their ancient torches long since reduced to ash.
Broken statues occupied recessed alcoves, their faces battered beyond recognition, while fragments of decorative stonework lay scattered across the floor. Whatever civilisation had constructed the dungeon had clearly possessed considerable wealth and craftsmanship, although centuries of abandonment had done little for its appearance.
James walked slowly, allowing his rubbish-finding skill to guide him towards anything worth investigating.
Within minutes, a faint golden marker appeared behind a collapsed bookshelf.
“Ooh.”
Rachael looked towards him.
“What?”
“Found something.”
He stepped around the ruined furniture and crouched beside a pile of splintered wood, carefully shifting several pieces aside.
She watched as he extracted a small leather pouch.
“What’s that?”
“Let’s find out.”
He loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into his palm. Six gold coins and three polished gemstones spilled into his hand, glimmering beneath the lantern light.
Rachael stared.
“Where did you find those?”
“Under the shelf.”
“But how did you know they were there?”
James grinned.
“Magic.”
She narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced by his explanation, but he simply laughed and returned the valuables to their pouch before slipping them into his pack.
“Come on.”
They continued exploring, passing through several chambers that had clearly been searched by previous adventurers. Broken crates littered the floors, cupboards stood open, and anything remotely useful appeared to have been removed long ago.
Nevertheless, James continued finding things. A gold bracelet beneath a cracked floor tile, a silver necklace tangled in the roots of a tree growing through the masonry, and several loose gemstones that had fallen between the boards of an ancient cabinet.
Rachael became increasingly bewildered.
“How are you doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Finding things!”
“Oh, that.”
James stopped beside another collapsed cabinet and casually retrieved a silver ring from beneath it.
“My gift is rubbish.”
She blinked.
“Rubbish?”
“Yep. Scrap. Crap. Junk. Whatever you want to call it.”
“I don’t understand.”
He slipped the ring into his pouch before leaning against the wall.
“When I arrived in this world, I was granted a special ability. Some people get ridiculous strength, others get magic or the ability to summon monsters. I got the ability to find rubbish.”
Rachael stared at him.
“That sounds...”
“Shit?”
She hesitated.
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“Of course you weren’t.”
He grinned and continued.
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