Chapter 32: Sortie!
"Pay a proper fucking price!"
"I already told you, I'm paying with pussy-pay!"
"What the hell even is that, you degenerate shithead?!"
"Fuck my life."
Amid the furious shouting match between Serena and the path clearers, Marie chewed on a chocolate bar and quietly cursed her own existence.
Their dizzying conversation was bad enough, but the state of her body was far worse. Her nipples and clitoris still bore the marks of piercings, and lewd tattoos covered her from head to toe. The truly vicious part was that, just like Serena's cunt, the tattoos only surfaced when her mana rose or she went into heat. And worst of all, her pussy itched so relentlessly that it was already interfering with daily life. Or rather, "interfering with daily life" was Marie's personal standard; any ordinary human or sentient being would have long since been crawling across the dirt, using a nice fat mushroom as a dildo.
"Haaah, fine. I'll pay two silver—just give me the dick service."
"You've got money after all… and dick service? Are you seriously telling me to whore myself out? Don't you dare mock—"
"So. Are you doing it or not?"
"…Three silver, then? I've got places the money needs to go, and work's been scarce lately. If you agree, I'll give you proper service. Just checking—any STDs?"
"Obviously not. Where?"
"We've got a private makeshift lodging. We'll settle it there."
The moment Serena finished negotiating with the path clearers, Marie silently closed in from behind. She raised her hand hammer high and—
CLANG!!!
"Hweeeeet!"
Serena let out a vulgar shriek and crumpled. Marie's merciless hammering and beating continued without pause. After several minutes of uninterrupted thrashing, she finally stopped once Serena no longer moved.
Pshht!
…Correction: she stopped once she saw that only Serena's cunt was still twitching.
"Haaah. I'll pay four silver total. Can you help this woman recover and get her clothes changed?"
"Not a bad deal. Hey, Borak. Lend a hand."
The longsword-wielding path clearer spoke like a leader to the archer.
"What? Why me… Ah, was I on chore duty today?"
"You know it."
The man called Borak sighed, hoisted Serena onto his back, and the four of them set off down the road.
"There's one thing I'm curious about. Why did you refuse the first offer? A woman like Serena isn't someone you could buy even with gold coins, is she?"
Objectively speaking, Marie thought Serena's original deal hadn't been bad at all.
"…Since yesterday afternoon my daughter's fever has been raging. I ran straight to the village doctor, but the whole place was in chaos. They've barely managed to suppress the symptoms. And the only ones who've fully recovered are…"
"Those who received a priest's blessing, correct?"
"Exactly. A priest would want to heal everyone, of course. But reality is that the amount of blessings a priest can bestow in a day is limited, and there's a queue. The ones who donate the biggest offerings get priority."
"A bitter taste of reality. Still, we can't really blame the priests. In the end they're the ones who will treat everyone."
The other path clearers lowered their heads at their leader's words, faces equally bitter.
"Yeah. But my daughter doesn't have much time left."
"…If I had to guess—has your daughter always been frail?"
The leader path clearer bit down hard on his lip and answered with silence.
"Then there truly is no time. The only treatments for miasma symptoms are divine power… or the sunflower that grows at the western edge of the continent."
"M-miasma? You're saying the villagers and Enrico ended up like this because of miasma?"
Borak recoiled in shock.
"Yes. Yesterday a massive amount of miasma leaked from the eastern edge. Something must have happened out there."
"Fuck… those demon bastards."
The spear-wielding path clearer ground his teeth and cursed the demonkin the instant he heard the word miasma.
But my body feels strangely hot. What's going on?
Marie noticed the abnormal rise in her body temperature.
While Lady Serena rests, I should properly check my physical condition too.
Yet she dismissed the phenomenon as nothing serious and postponed the inspection. While they continued talking, the group arrived at a simple hut.
"Ah, three guys crash here, so it might smell a bit."
"No problem."
Marie had never expected much from a temporary rest stop. As long as there were no lethal viruses or bacteria, she considered it fine.
Creeeak.
The door opened, revealing the interior. For a temporary hut used by three men, it was surprisingly clean.
"Cleaner than I expecteeeeeeed!!!"
Pshiiiiiiit!!!
"Wh-what's happening?!"
H-huh? Why…?
The moment Marie stepped inside, a sharp, stimulating pleasure stabbed through her nose, flooded her entire body, and she climaxed on the spot.
Don't tell me… I came just from the smell?
Pleasure and shock made her head spin. Climaxing from a mere scent—she had clearly underestimated a body that was already 91% Breeding Womb. She needed to reset this flesh as soon as possible—
While Marie was still fretting over her body, Borak approached her.
D-don't come near me!
She did not want contact. Borak's body, soaked in sweat under the bright sun, reeked of raw male scent. And then she understood. That was why her body had heated up.
She had gone into heat from the male smell rolling off them.
"Miss, you okay?"
"Ah."
In the end she allowed the contact, and the sweat clinging to Borak's hand on her shoulder filled her nose.
"Snnnnnniiiiiffff!!!"
"Ugh! What the hell?!"
Marie's body seized control from her instincts. She buried her nose straight into Borak's crotch and inhaled the scent of his cock with everything she had.
"Ohhooogooook! I'm so sorryyy♡ I smelled all of you, sniiif♡ and got so horny I can't even stand, snnnniiif♡ huaaah♡!"
"…"
Borak and the other path clearers stared in silence—at Serena still draped over Borak's shoulder, and at Marie with her nose buried in his groin.
"…Ahh, so this was the plan from the start. You don't even have the four silver, do you?"
"Huff huff♡ No. He-here, snif♡ the four silver is properly, haaang♡ right here!"
Marie struggled to dig the four silver out of her pocket and held them high. The leader path clearer snatched them.
"…Surprisingly real."
He was dumbfounded. He had assumed the hopeless slut duo had thrown themselves at them under the pretext of paying with their bodies, yet cases where they actually paid extra money almost never happened.
Marie forced herself to think coldly, searching for a way to reclaim control of her body.
Nerve reset… doesn't work. Muscle rigidity? No—that's not a fundamental fix, and with the heat still rising it would only make things worse. Then… I have no choice but to satisfy the urge as fast as possible.
Slowly, carefully not opposing her instincts, she moved her hands and pulled down Borak's pants. An above-average cock sprang free, radiating a fierce, musky stench.
"Hey, I already paid♡ the price sooo♡ hurry up and service meee♡"
Still sitting, Marie shook her ass with desperate enthusiasm in a mating dance. The longer it went on, the harder Borak found it to hold back.
"Gulp… hey, this is okay, right? We already took the money, so this much service is fine, yeah?"
"……Yeah. We've got a thorough service spirit. We can do this much."
The path clearers closed in around Marie.
"This is…?"
Philotes was genuinely flustered. Eileithyia was a being tied to childbirth—whether god, angel, or demon. Yet she had never encountered a case like this.
Selling videos of mothers giving birth while drowning in pleasure, and making a profit off them? To the outer cosmos, no less? It was unprecedented. If the Eileithyia of her own world ever learned of it, she would scream and faint on the spot.
And precisely because of that—
"Haha, ahaha! Ahahahahaha!"
—precisely because of that, it was hilarious and delightful.
"This is fun! I never saw this development coming!"
Philotes threw her head back and cackled, snickering all the while. Ei, watching the scene, found the flow of events so strange she wanted to ask questions, but decided to observe a little longer.
"Ei, I've been thinking. It wouldn't be right for me to distribute these works myself. As the producer, you should put your own name on them and release them. In exchange, I'll become your power."
"Power… you say?"
"Yes. With that power you can do whatever you want. For example… aren't you interested in a god's seat?"
Philotes spoke in a seductive, sticky voice. Ei, however, kept her usual carefree attitude.
"No. I'm perfectly satisfied just watching childbirth."
She refused the seat of a god.
"Ah, but I do have a friend who's something like the goddess's successor. Shall I introduce you? I'm sure the goddess would take a liking to her."
"Really? Then I'll look for myself and decide whether to bestow my power on that child as well. Ah—I'll grant the power all at once when the time comes."
As Philotes spoke, a tiny pink light seeped from her fingertip into Ei's eyes without the slightest resistance. The giant hand vanished in an instant.
"Now then. Guide me."
"Yes!"
Ei spread her demonic wings and flew from the western edge toward the east.
Ki… kill me…
Of course, she left Azazel abandoned where she was.