I Refuse to Get Fucked by Real-Dick Goblins
The sex that had seemed destined to last until the following morning was, by the time I came to, already completely over.
"Hrrrgh… grrraaaah…"
Avendot lay sprawled spread-eagle across the bed, snoring loud enough to rattle the windows, while I lay unconscious beside him, coated in cum inside and out.
"Ugh… my whole body aches."
The cock that had flaunted such a grotesque shape was now completely deflated, hanging limp and heavy. Even in that state, it looked like it could make short work of the average Korean man's measurements without even trying.
"Does he seriously not notice anything?"
Waving my hand in front of his face, deliberately making noise as I moved around—nothing worked. Avendot slept like the dead, blissfully oblivious to the world. Which meant this moment, right now, was my one and only chance to run.
Moving fast but quiet, I opened the wardrobe and found Hamalon's battle outfit from the game staring back at me.
Call it a saintess's battle garb and anyone would picture something deeply sacred. And it was holy, all right—holy in the biblical sense. After all, it consisted of full-body tights and a white veil with gold trim, the very symbol of the saintess herself.
"But how the hell am I supposed to put this on?"
Back when I was a player, the outfit had auto-equipped the instant I left town, so I had zero idea how to actually wear it.
"Krrrheeeh…"
It was nothing more than the snoring changing pitch, but I somehow convinced myself he was showing signs of waking and bolted from the room in a panic. I'd just stripped off my sackcloth-excuse-for-pajamas, flung them aside, and was puzzling over how to get into this thing when—
"Nnh…♡"
I felt it: the cum packed to the brim inside my womb came oozing thickly down my walls. Before I could stop myself, my inner thighs clenched together, and it dripped all the way down them.
"He seriously came a fucking ton. Am I not going to get pregnant from this?"
I'd counted the loads he dumped in my womb up to three. After that, I'd blacked out and lost count entirely. With cum this thick and potent, it would be stranger if I didn't conceive.
"And yet, considering Hamalon was always… getting fucked senseless…"
For me, now living as Hamalon, this was reality, not a game. Even so, I chose to trust in one fact: in the game's story, Hamalon never got pregnant. Not once. If this were truly reality, there'd be some unknowable compulsion driving me to crave cock—and there wasn't.
"Ha… can't I do something about this?"
I wanted to sprint straight to the bathroom and wash every last drop out of me, but that would just buy Avendot time to wake up. As sticky and filthy as I was, my only option was to run like this.
"Leg goes in here… then the arms…"
I slowly worked into Hamalon's battle outfit piece by piece, and at last, with my own two eyes, from inches away, I beheld the look I'd only ever seen on a screen.
"This is… way too lewd?"
No wonder humans and monster creatures alike would go into heat and come running. This outfit might as well have been begging to get fucked.
The full-body tights were impossibly thin and snug—so much so that from my ass to my hips, back, and chest, it was practically like having my body painted black. Fighting creatures dressed like this seemed bleak, but that gloom didn't last long. Just like I'd cleared the game no-hit with good control, all I had to do was move hard and handle the creatures. Besides, I could move my body more freely than I ever could with a controller, so it would surely be even easier.
"So this is Hamalon's bag."
Hamalon's bag was a small pouch always worn at her hip. Lore-wise, it channeled divine power to store items endlessly, like a certain robot cat's four-dimensional pocket. When I tested it by stuffing in my outer robe, it got sucked right in as if swallowed whole. And when I opened the pouch while picturing the robe, it popped neatly into my hand.
"Now for the staff…"
I held my palm out and thought of the staff. A soft golden glow bloomed in the empty air and took its shape. It was the single most important item in the adventure about to begin, so I'd made sure to master summoning it properly.
"Alright. Time to move out."
I fled Hevnia like a criminal escaping the scene and headed for Gotiamo Cave, the game's first dungeon. As a player, all I'd ever done was walk to the village gate and tap the Travel to Gotiamo Cave UI button, so I'd assumed the actual journey would be the problem. But my two legs moved on autopilot like a built-in GPS and delivered me straight to the cave's entrance.
"So this is the entrance to Gotiamo Cave."
The dank chill seeping out from within sent a shiver crawling up my spine for no good reason. The only creatures that spawned here were goblins, and the boss that ruled and commanded them: the orc. I knew every single one of their patterns. This was no place for me to be afraid.
"Finish this fast, then move on to the next dungeon."
Looking forward to the battles ahead, I set my first foot inside the cave—and the moment I did—
GRUUUUMBLE-!!
A thick stone door erupted from the ground, sealing the cave entrance behind me completely. Just like falling into a trap—that was how every first-dungeon run began.
"Holy Symbol."
I cast the basic holy-attribute skill to push back some of the pitch-black darkness, then advanced one wary step at a time. Goblin patterns were dead simple. They always moved in packs, and as if to announce they were closing in through the dark, multiple sets of footsteps would come padding toward you.
"Kieeeek!"
Along with this cry I was hearing right now… huh? Why am I hearing it already?
"Water Shot!"
BWOOSH-BANG-!!
"KIEEEEEEEK!!!"
The volley of razor-sharp water droplets I'd fired from my outstretched hand burst with a bang, accompanied by a shriek that nearly split my eardrums. The cry was on a completely different plane from anything I'd heard through my headset, and my brow knotted hard.
"Way too fast? I literally just walked in the entrance."
In the game, the goblin ambush only kicked off the moment they discovered the treasure room holding the loot they'd stolen from humans.
"So combat flows differently from the game too. Tch. If only I could use fire magic."
Goblins were extremely weak to fire—but it couldn't be used in this cave. Unusual for an eroge, Holy Eos took its realism seriously: spam fire skills in an enclosed cave and the oxygen depletion would start ticking your HP down. In the game that was just HP. Here, it was my actual body and my actual life. I couldn't afford to let even a sliver drain.
"Water Shot!"
I cast the water skill once more to pin down the direction their screams were coming from.
"Holy Symbol!"
Then I cast Holy Symbol again and sent the orb sailing toward the sound. And there they were: a pack of goblins wielding crude weapons, filling my view.
"Human… female!"
"We fuck her! Make her breed!"
"Kieeeek!"
Just like in the game, they pounced like beasts in full heat, desperate to fuck me by any means necessary.
"God, you're fucking disgusting!"
Leather-like rags covered their crotches, but above them something unmistakably cock-shaped jutted up, red and throbbing. The very idea of them charging at me, waving those grotesque things I'd never once seen in pixel form, was violence in itself.
"Water Shot!"
I aimed at the goblins charging the front line, but they twisted aside with startling agility and the ones trailing behind took the hit. The ones still coming showed me something bizarre: they crawled up the walls.
"Full of tricks I never saw in the sprites."
The patterns were deeply unfamiliar, but that didn't make them hard to handle. If their movements were that free, then mine were too.
"Reinforce!"
Spending a small amount of divine power let me reinforce the staff, turning it into one of Hamalon's most useful bludgeons.
KRUNCH-!!
I aimed for the necks of the first three goblins to lunge at me and crushed them in a single sweep, then caught the next one charging in behind them with the Holy Symbol I'd been using to light the way.
"Kieeeek!"
"You were hiding?!"
I thought I'd wiped out the whole charging pack, but a few had remained concealed, their bodies stacked perfectly atop one another. I couldn't believe goblins had this kind of intelligence—and in my split second of confusion—
SHRRRIP-!!
"Kyaaaaah!"
Their crude blades sliced cleanly through my battle outfit. Thankfully I'd twisted my body as far as it would go, so only my clothes got torn—but that was its own problem.
"Kihihihi… them titties look tasty!"
"Want… wanna fuck her quick… human female!"
With the body stocking torn and the garment over it ripped open, my chest and pussy were bared—and the goblins who saw began cackling, waggling their cocks even harder.
"You damn goblin bastards! You think I'm gonna let you fuck me?!"
If I got fucked here, my pride as a gamer and my pride as a Holy Eos veteran would never allow it.
"Holy Symbol!"
BWOOOOM-!!
Getting hit by trash mobs that weak was beyond unforgivable. I poured half of my divine power into the staff and unleashed a barrage of holy skills.
"KIEEEEEEEK!"
Blinding light erupted outward, and the remaining goblins—the ones ringing me in and the ones mid-pounce—were reduced to formless ash and vanished on the spot. The attack was only possible because I remembered that combining divine power with mana could empower a skill.
"Ngh… did I get too emotional there?"
Maybe from burning through half my divine power, a sudden headache hit and my vision blurred for a moment before snapping back to normal.
"If my freedom of movement is that high, the creatures' is too…"
How foolish of me to overlook the most important thing of all.
"Whew… whatever. Divine power regenerates on its own if I just stay calm."
By the time the dizziness had mostly faded, I pressed on.
"Didn't know goblins would climb walls just to attack."
In the game, fighting goblins had been nothing but ambushes from the dark. Wall-crawling charge patterns were never implemented. The goblins ahead would probably show the same bizarre tricks, and the dungeon boss orc would behave in ways I could least afford to underestimate.
"If I remember right, it should be… here!"
As I swept the Holy Symbol's light around, I spotted the storeroom where they kept the treasure stolen from humans. Being goblins, their only security was a flimsy wooden door, so I swung my staff and smashed it in.
"How much is all of this worth?!"
Loot from the first dungeon sold for at least 10,000 gold apiece. Haul every piece of this out and sell it in the second town, and I'd have the specs to push straight through to the fourth dungeon without a single stop for gear. Of course, there was the drawback that the more loot you grabbed, the higher the dungeon difficulty climbed—but to a veteran like me, that hardly matter—
THOOOOM-!!
"What was that?"
A rumble like an earthquake rolled through the cave.
THOOM-!! THUD-THUD-THUD-!!
As it drew closer, the shaking grew strong enough to rattle my whole body. This was anything but normal. I abandoned the loot and dropped into a combat stance.
"Footsteps like these… it's definitely…"
"Grrrh… GRRAAAAH!"
In the game, grabbing every last piece of loot spiked the dungeon difficulty skyward, pitting you against the boss orc and a massive swarm of goblins. But the scene I now faced was completely different. Completely unfamiliar.
And no wonder.
"H-High Orcs?! Five of them?!"
High Orcs—bosses of the second dungeon, mid-bosses of the third—had appeared before me. Five of them. At once.