Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Unicorn and Contractor, Mixed with a Succubus
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─Stab!
"Kieeeek!!"
"Ah, fuck, finally got the last one!"
I drove my longsword deep into the heart of the final beast. It let out an agonized scream before demonic energy began leaking from its body. Magical beasts always scattered their demonic energy upon death. I pulled out my sword and swung it roughly to shake off the blood coating the blade.
"...To take down that many beasts, you truly live up to being my mate. Watching you makes my heat cycle feel like it's coming on..."
"No, that's not something a unicorn should say, Unicor...?"
"Thanks to my love for you, I've become a unicorn and yet not a unicorn. And because of that, you've grown this strong—so rejoice."
Having recovered a bit of holy power, the unicorn regained its senses and stood, beginning to absorb every trace of the demonic energy left by the dead beasts. A unicorn absorbing demonic energy? At this point, should I just call it a bi-corn for real?
"But I was surprised. In my memories, you weren't this strong. Your swordsmanship is incredibly sharp and pure—not to mention precise—and from midway through, you even felt stronger than me."
"...We contracted in the 2nd cycle, so of course I didn't spend the remaining 10 years slacking off."
As I said that, I glanced down at the corpses of over ten beasts. Mid-grade magical beasts were no pushovers. In the event where Teacher Senia dies, most of the beasts that appear are low-grade, and even five mid-grade ones put your life at risk—early-game mid-bosses.
But even with my potential still low, I had skills from my past life, an artifact longsword worthy of national treasure status, and physical abilities that grew stronger the more I bathed in their blood.
If only my potential would rise, this would be perfect. Damn it, why hasn't this shitty potential gone up yet?
My mana was still insufficient for full power, and I was relying on the unicorn for holy power. Boosting physical prowess with blood spray wouldn't cut it forever. Thinking back to how I nearly died to that dream demon Sirka just now, I definitely needed to get even stronger.
My women are mine to protect. What kind of life is it to just leech off their carry?
Before I was Arthin Ludwig, I was the man Yang Hee-min—a true top-laner who always solo-carried in AoS games. The idea of whining 'carry me' like some damsel never crossed my mind.
"Hey, Arthin? What were you just thinking about?"
"...Huh? Oh, nothing—just that I need to get stronger. Why?"
I was pondering what elixir or opportunity to snag next when the unicorn, having absorbed all the demonic energy, approached me with flushed cheeks.
"It's not anything else...but I worked really hard this time, didn't I? So once this fight's over... I want to share some 'special' love with you."
No way—how long ago did she lose her virginity, and she's already like this...? Was the status window wrong? Has she really become a bi-corn? Or did Liliet's power corrupt the unicorn's mind?
But there was no helping it. The moment I decided to couple with the unicorn, I'd already resolved to add her to my harem. No matter her form or thoughts, I'd respond with love.
"Sure, tell me what this 'special' love is. A position? Or some play?"
At my positive response, the unicorn beamed, linking arms with me and carefully opening her mouth.
"W-well, this form is nice too, but I want to make love to you in our true forms."
"True love...? No, wait—true forms?"
I nodded, thinking she just wanted some gentle vanilla sex, but something felt off about her words. Glancing at her face confirmed it—her expression was anything but normal.
"I-I and you, returning to nature, in our original forms to make lo─"
Snap!
Just before the unicorn could continue, I suppressed the patriarchal urge to smack her and instead flicked her smooth forehead hard with my finger.
Hit on the forehead, the unicorn blinked in realization, eyes welling up. But under my stern glare with jaw set firm, she lowered her gaze.
"Unicorn, I like you, and that's why we coupled—but you can't say such horrific things, even between lovers."
"...W-was it that horrific? I just thought..."
"No."
My stance was firm. Even as a pseudo-horse girl, a real beast-human was a stretch for me—let alone a full horse girl. I wouldn't accept that from any lover.
"S-sorry... Then I just want to sleep sharing your bed..."
My resolve reached her, and the unicorn apologized, offering a compromise I could accept. I softened my expression, used magic to clean the blood from my body, and hugged her tight.
"You don't even need to ask for that. Sorry for hitting you. When we get back, I'll buy tons of delicious desserts, okay?"
"...Y-yeah. Your embrace is so warm..."
I stroked the unicorn in my arms as she nursed her pain. I felt a twinge of guilt, but considering she spouted that nauseating idea right in front of me and only got a flick—not a punch—that was respect enough for a lover.
Later, I should make some disciplinary tools—no-scar rods or riding crops.
*
After resting with the unicorn, I began roaming the 2nd basement floor—to rescue any heroines possibly trapped here.
Of course, normally I'd head straight underground. But after the battle with the beasts left by dream demon Sirka and Liliet, time had been spent...
📜 NEW QUEST 📜 Emergency Situation! Rescue the Heroines!
Your heroine candidates have been captured by the villain!
A true lion won't stand by while his woman is in danger!
Rescue those captured heroine candidates in style!
Quest Rewards: Affection from each rescued heroine candidate, shop points.
Women Conquered so far: 0/3.
Remaining Quest Completion Time: 00:48:18
The quest completion time increased—from about 20 minutes to between 20 and 30, it seems.
I figured it was because dream demon Sirka—who seemed to be Liliet's proxy—had most of her power sealed by my sealing runes.
It's not just a time attack—if I can extend it like this by disrupting the ritual directly, maybe rescuing all the heroines is just a bonus.
Taking them down just me and the unicorn wasn't impossible, but it'd be a stretch. Priority one: rendezvous with the heroines ASAP.
In that sense, the first to find was...
That pillar of fire that burned dream demon Sirka earlier, or the three beams that left her groggy—only Violet could pull that off here on the spot.
Shaomei could fire energy blasts too, but if it were her, she'd have charged like a tiger, kicked Sirka square in the chest, and schooled the Demon King's army on weight class—with physics.
I cleaved through the occasional lunging beasts while directing the unicorn to search only for Violet's presence, combing every inch of the Rose Hall's 2nd basement.
"Unicorn, still nothing?"
"Hmm, this pink mist is still bothering me... It's messing with my senses."
But no luck. In trap-free rooms, I found and knocked out a few cowering cultists, or freed a couple women who looked kidnapped—that was it.
As I debated just heading to the 3rd basement and smashing this ridiculous barrier, the unicorn—who'd been pressing fingers to her temple like communing with the cosmos—snapped her eyes open.
"Found her, Arthin! Can't sense the witch's aura, but that powerful staff you made—I feel it descending to the 2nd basement!"
"What? Where? Which way?"
"I'll guide you! Follow me!"
The unicorn and I bolted full speed toward Violet's direction.
"She can use powerful magic, but these beasts are too strong! A sneak attack could be dangerous—hurry and link up!"
"You're explaining like it's for someone else! No need!"
"Oh, right. Habit..."
Honestly, old unicorn wouldn't have grasped why rush the join-up, so I explained—but with regression memories back, she seemed sharper than before. Didn't say it lest she get annoyed.
"Here! Violet's gotta be in this room!"
"...Here? Inside? Taking a breather...?"
The door where the unicorn stopped felt oddly familiar.
This looks like the entrance to that 'can't leave without sex' trap room from earlier...?
I distinctly remembered the pattern when I smashed through the wall—gave me a bad feeling.
"The door's heavily sealed—total trap! Knew something was off about them just sitting there!"
"Them? Two of them? That rabbit-girl familiar from earlier?"
"Too hazy to tell. Better smash the door and pull 'em out quick, right?"
True enough. I nodded, channeling mana and holy power into an aura sword, then slammed the magically locked door.
Boom!
As predicted, vulnerable to external force—the sealed door shattered spectacularly.
Hard to see inside visually. Pink mist filled it, so I used magic to blow it all away and clear the view.
"...H-hold on, Arthin—something's wrong. This setup is definitely..."
The unicorn tried to stop me, sensing ill omens. I knew too—the trap we'd escaped mirrored this perfectly.
But the unicorn said Violet was inside. If she was trapped?
I'd walk into hell itself. I nodded to the unicorn that I knew, then strode in boldly.
Thud!
The instant we entered, the smashed door reformed with a heavy clang, a sealing sigil glowing above it.
"Falling for a trap this easily? Unicorn contractors ain't all that."
"...Fuck, this is really a trap."
The pink mist coalesced into forms—two dream demons appeared. A short green-haired succubus in slutty clothes boasting breasts as big as her head, and a blond incubus in flowing gay-ass robes.
"...Arthin, stay alert—that succubus's demonic energy is no joke."
Feeling pressure from Sirka—or worse—I bit my lip tensely, scanning around. No Violet. Or hidden.
"Where's Violet? That a trap too?"
"Who knows~? Think we'd lure you with some witch bait?"
"Ha, haha! Surrender quietly, and we'll treat you well as Demon King's Army POWs! You! The witch too!"
The green-haired succubus mocked me openly, the incubus with lame taunts. Normally I'd clap back, but worry for Violet short-circuited my brain.
I flicked my right shoulder twice—the 2nd cycle signal to the unicorn. She caught it, eyes widening before steeling into stance.
"Oho, gonna fight? Not bad. Ravishing that witch girl in front of you losers sounds fun."
"..Huh? We're actually fighting? That wasn't in the pl─"
Now. As the blond incubus turned, I gripped Orconhile Longsword and shot toward him like an arrow.
──Imperial Swordsmanship, Tiger Slayer.
He sensed my mana and whipped around frantically, but my aura sword already bore my will, slicing precisely for his heart.
"Die, you fake-golden incubus bastard!!!"
"Kyaaah!!! Spare me!!!"
My sword about to gut his heart, the unicorn's simultaneous kick smashing for the succubus's face—
Snap!
"...What? The?"
"Arthin! You okay?! What did you filthy dream demons do?!"
A finger snap echoed—and our movements froze. Mid-step, hovering in air, like someone stopped our time.
"Kyahaha! So naively falling for it—I'm thrilled I prepared. Arthin?"
The green-haired succubus laughed uproariously at us. I hadn't predicted this power gap; my panicked face only made her guffaw louder.
"Only you entertain me like this. Joke's over, yeah?"
She snapped again—the pink mist shrouding the demons dispersed. And before us was...
"...V-Violet? What the hell...!?"
The succubus's true form: Violet. Specifically, 3rd cycle Violet with purple-dyed hair. As I reeled, the incubus revealed himself too.
"...Al'Miraz?"
"Hiiik...P-please spare me, Lord Arthin!"
The dream demon Aladdin about to be skewered was gone—now quivering bunny-girl Al'Miraz, breasts jiggling, tears welling as she eyed my blade in terror.
"What in the world..."
"Still clueless? Regression really dulled your instincts, huh?"
Violet lounged in a chair, legs crossed, in a skimpy dress—not her usual prim one—sizing me up leisurely. That smile, those eyes, that subtle accent. Those breasts. Huge breasts. No, fuck, not the breasts.
"...You?"
"Demonic pranks are a bit mean, but punishment for keeping me waiting. Got it?"
Violet gazed at me with a playful, seductive smile I'd never seen—pure temptation.
"...Who are you?! Another succubus possessing Violet? Or you again, Liliet?!"
"....."
I glared and bellowed in fury—hitting the mark? The thing wearing Violet's face stiffened subtly.