Better Than Expected?
Splash!
“Bweeeeh!”
The crash of cold water and the actual icy sensation slamming across my face cut off my breath for a second, so I screamed on pure reflex and shot upright.
“You’re awake! I was this close to grabbing you by the hair and just running for it.”
As my blurry vision sharpened, Marie tossed aside an empty bucket and said something truly awful.
“Guwaaah! M-my pussyyaaah!”
By the time my brain managed to process anything, the dizzying aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through my womb and pussy left me limp from the waist down. My juices didn’t spray out in a dramatic gush—they just leaked weakly, like a faucet left barely cracked open.
“Ook… oooohk♡”
My lower half kept twitching like a stuck vibrator that refused to shut off, completely ignoring my will, before finally settling. Only then did I manage to haul my somewhat-calmed body upright.
“Whoa~ All that came from just the two of us? Wouldn’t even be weird if we dropped dead from dehydration.”
“This really isn’t the time to be impressed by that—we should be focusing on escape… is what I’d like to say, but that is an incredible amount. How did you even do it?”
“Beats me¿”
Even in a crisis, though, some things simply had to be admired. Marie and I stared in wonder at the baby tentacles, amniotic fluid, pussy juices, and breast milk we had just sprayed everywhere.
“First, drink this stamina potion.”
Marie handed me a golden drink labeled stamina potion. Honestly the color was so aggressively vivid it set off every warning bell, but the scent was completely different.
Glug!
I steeled myself and downed the whole thing in one go. Result first: my worries had been completely pointless. It tasted basically like those electrolyte or vitamin drinks I used to chug all the time, only the effect hit way harder and cleaner.
“Works great. Got more?”
“It’s potent. Drink it too often and you’ll get addicted.”
“One bottle should be fine, right?”
“You’ve already drunk almost a lethal dose.”
“This bitch?”
Assassin. There was an assassin right here.
Name: Serena
Race: ???
Class: Tentacle Breeding Womb
Lv 10
HP 690/740 DP (Divine Power) 4900/5000 (50%)
STR: 103
DEX: 100
INT: ?
LUK: 500
The effect of Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion has been lifted.
My stats had risen across the board.
Divine power and luck in particular had ballooned. But more than any of that, I locked onto the level.
It went up. From Level 1 all the way to 10.
I never expected the level lock to break like this, but there was no time to sit around fretting about it.
I summoned the staff of the goddess’s proxy and the holy maiden’s ceremonial dress.
Zzzt!
“Kyaah!”
Static strong enough to sting my fingertips cracked out and flung both items straight to the ground.
“Don’t tell me it’s because I changed?”
I felt genuinely wronged. I hadn’t wanted to change, yet everything was acting like it was somehow my fault.
“Serena, it seems to be because your holy gate has changed.”
“Huh? Ah—when did this turn pink?”
The holy gate that had always been gold—only revealing itself when I got especially worked up—had turned a vivid pink. It looked exactly like a marker announcing that my divine power itself had been altered.
“…For now, let’s equip gear that isn’t affected by divine power.”
“Tsk. Traitors…”
I glared at the discarded staff and dress, shoved them back into inventory, then bought a 500-point weapon—the Ruby Sword—and a 1000-point ice shield called Svalinn.
“Holy Weapon. Holy Shield. Bless. Heal.”
I drew up divine power and cast the buffs and healing. Pink light particles swirled around us. Of course—my divine power had been corrupted, so the color had changed with it.
Merit added: Skill power ×2. Skill power further increases while in heat.
⚠ Penalty added: Breast milk volume increased. Arousal value & milk volume rise further with every jiggle.
Skill power had doubled, sure—but the penalty was lethal. My chest was already heating up, milk starting to overflow, and apparently every bounce would jack both arousal and production even higher.
“Are you serious? Marie, your junior is pulling this shit and you’re telling me this is fine?”
“…It’s not the system. It’s the divine power. The system only notifies and helps with calculations.”
“Whatever. Armor’s the real issue. Is mithril enough for you?”
Honestly only her arms and legs were mithril; the rest was a rag bikini screaming its last desperate death rattle.
“No problem.”
If she said no problem, then no problem.
““Kieeeeeek!””
“Ah, already here?”
Undead screams rose in the distance. The ground itself was vibrating like a cavalry charge, so a ridiculous number of enemies was still on the way.
Right then I spotted a pretty solid defensive piece in the shop.
Defense: 50 Durability: 100
STR ×1.5. Converts breast milk into stamina.
Stores ejected milk so it never drips. Maintains body balance even while jiggling.
“Just a cow bikini—how the hell does it have stats like this?”
The performance was good. No—the performance was absurd, but it had exactly the functions I needed. The look was pure cow-print bikini plus a leather jacket that barely covered half my ribs, yet there was zero reason to refuse it now. The only reason I hesitated was pure disbelief.
Click!
The Cowgirl’s Battle Outfit locked onto my body. Instead of milk soaking my skin, it wicked straight into the bikini fabric.
Just in case, I also scooped up the two baby tentacles I had just given birth to.
“Marie, what’s your level?”
“Ten. Most likely the result of the Graces injecting me with essence packed with power.”
Whatever the reason, good. It meant Marie wouldn’t lag behind me on paper.
A moment later, grotesque noises rose as multiple figures began closing in.
“They’re here.”
They were human-shaped. But the way they ran, the way limbs flopped and dangled like half-melted wax, was anything but normal. Some faces had melted off from burns; others had the tops of their skulls cleanly sliced away so you could see the brain. Pure gore.
And the number, even at a rough glance, was well over a hundred.
One especially weird detail stood out…
“Uwaaaaaah! Let me gooo!”
They were using Graces as living torso armor, locked in place. From the looks of it, secured by thick, sturdy cocks.
“…Amazing. Those bastards are still running that fast in that state.”
I spoke calmly while pouring divine power into the Ruby Sword and activating it. The blade didn’t care whether the energy was mana, divine power, or demonic—it simply drank whatever you fed it and spat fire. Corrupted divine power was no exception; it swallowed the pink energy and launched a fireball.
Only a tenth of my full power, but the opening move always needed to be flashy if you wanted to break the enemy’s momentum.
KRAAAAAANG!!!
A spectacular explosion tore through the front ranks. Enemies disintegrated en masse, and the Grace strapped to one of them was caught in the blast and rocketed skyward.
“Aaaaaaah!!! She attacked! She attacked the human armor without a second thought! You demon!!!”
One of the Graces, rocketing off like a Team Rocket member becoming a star in the sky, screamed with pure venom as she vanished into the distance. The other Graces still bound to undead simply watched her go in silence.
I wasn’t particularly worried. Gag-character plot armor would keep them alive. And if not… well, a wraith just finds its proper resting place.
“Who told them to catch my eye? Let’s go, Marie! They’re panicking!”
“…I think I know exactly why they’re panicking. But we can’t waste the opening!”
Marie and I launched ourselves at the undead. With the leap my chest bounced hard—jiggle♡—advertising itself as I sliced straight through the neck of the lead undead.
Slash!
Holy Weapon plus the Ruby Sword’s innate flames, all riding a body enhanced by Bless, carved through undead flesh like wet paper. Confidence flooded in right behind the cut.
“Ah!”
I used the Grace’s head still stuck in the undead as a springboard and vaulted higher. The undead finally snapped out of their daze and lunged for me.
Every single one of them was staring at me, hands reaching. Common sense said using the same bombardment at point-blank range was pure suicide.
But that only applied if all I had was the Ruby Sword. In my left hand sat the ice shield Svalinn.
Special gimmick or not, it was still a shield. I angled it downward at the undead, and pure white light and a howling storm exploded outward.
The momentary storm shoved me hard upward, but that was all. When I landed with my balance intact, only a few dozen resurrected corpses turned into frozen snacks remained.
Shiver-shiver-shiver.
The Graces caught in the ice storm were trembling violently, but that wasn’t my problem. More importantly, the conviction that we could actually win had settled in hard.
“Come at me!”
Watching that display, both the Graces and Marie thought the exact same thing.
‘Why is she fighting better than expected?’