Chapter 301
Chapter 301
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 301
Chapter Title: Lingering Fragrance of the Flower
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The massive pink flower perched on the dryad's head like an ornament looked identical to the one blooming on that corpse. The ominous suspicion rising like smoke quickly hardened into certainty.
Looked like this bastard was the one who made that corpse.
"...Beauty!"
Kobson's eyes were completely glazed over as he started shambling slowly toward the dryad. My most reliable comrade had turned into a total fucking moron in an instant.
"Curse! It's a curse!"
I didn't know what it was exactly, but it sure as hell seemed like some kind of curse.
No matter how horny Kobson got, he wasn't the kind of brain-dead idiot who'd lose his shit like this over a monster!
"Hey, you fucking dumbass! Snap out of it... Huh?"
I was about to crack him across the skull to knock some sense back into him. But... right then, something weird hit me.
"Wh-what?"
A dizzy haze fogged my head.
Like I'd burned through all my mana in one go—my vision warped, confusion flooding in. I quickly checked my body, but nothing seemed off.
However.
Rumble rumble.
The world spun like I was staggering around on a pitching deck.
Fuck! What the hell was this! Another dryad curse?! I clamped down on my mind, fought to keep my balance, and leveled my sword properly.
My grip on the hilt flooded me with confidence, confirming my body was fine.
Get it together, Kim Katt!
Lose focus here and you're dead a hundred percent!
It wasn't my body.
Just the curse messing with me!
Hiss.
"...You splitting wood, bitch?"
Beats me what was so hilarious, but the dryad covered her mouth with her long-nailed hand and let out a creepy laugh.
"Whatever it is, you're fucked now. Dare touch me and my friend?"
If that thing was the source of my dizziness, I'd just ram my blade into it and end her. Like most problems, killing the other guy fixed damn near everything.
I decided to subdue the still-out-of-it Kobson first, then go after her.
Hiss?
But right at that moment.
"Motherfucker!"
A faint breeze carried a sweet fragrance that hijacked my nose. Sweet. Languid. The scent relaxed my muscles, flooding me with feel-good vibes.
Blatantly unnatural.
I knew it.
But it felt too good to fight.
My heart pounded like crazy.
Just wanna lie down.
Knew I'd die if I did, but fuck, I wanted to...!
"Definitely a curse!"
I nearly dropped my sword.
I desperately mustered my willpower, clenched my fist harder. This fucker had to be a man-eating freak who used mind-bending curses like this.
The dryad I'd fought last time wasn't like this.
The flower on her head, too—same species, but with special powers maybe?
Hiss.
She laughed again at the sight of me.
"..."
Strangely, no rage boiled up.
No, this monster bitch actually looked beautiful. Soft skin peeking through tiny leaves. Her huge tits practically spilling out, those long legs... Fuck, I was losing it.
Hard as rock.
Felt like my dick would rip right through my pants.
Precum gushing like I'd chugged that stamina potion Cloudy and Winia kept singing about. Male hormones going nuclear.
"This is bullshit!"
Me, turned on by some monster slut...!
Impossible!
In a flash, I felt like some antisocial pervert jacking off to monsters! Monster girls weren't my thing! I had perfectly normal straight-guy urges!
And this level of horniness? Felt just like Cloudy's.
That I couldn't take!
"You fucking dare mock my love for Cloudy!!!"
Rage exploded, blasting away my dizzy haze. Now I got it.
Seduction curse.
Suspicious flower scent.
This shit was screwing with me and Kobson's heads. Figured it out—no more fear. I crammed my mind full of Cloudy's naked body to fight it off.
One Cloudy.
Two Cloudys.
Three Cloudys...!
"You don't do shit for me, you fucking monster bitch!!!!!"
Overwrite the weak lust with stronger lust!
Imagining a full-on Cloudy harem snapped me right back to sanity, purging every trace of that flower stink!
"...Beauty!"
Kobson was still babbling nonsense.
Guy had zero mental resistance.
"What beauty, you dumb fuck!"
Slash!
"Guh!"
He was about to drop his sword and stumble over, so I smashed him down flat. He ate dirt and went limp.
Stay put!
Hiss?
The dryad's eyes went wide watching it.
Flower scent wafted again, but I was immune. Cloudy's nudes in my head? Her curses were useless!
"Heh heh, shocked seduction flopped? Go nurse on mommy's tits some more, bitch."
She'd looked pretty cocky, but as I advanced with sword ready, she panicked and backpedaled.
Freaks who rely on hocus-pocus curses like this always drop dead the second it's broken.
Wrong matchup, slut.
If I'd been a tad greener, Kobson and I'd both be seduction chow right now.
But I'm strong.
Hiss...!
She clocked the seduction fail, flipped hostile, claws out, snake-hiss scream.
Flash.
No need to watch.
"Heavenly Demon Supremacy Step."
Boom!
My ultimate footwork detonated the squelchy mud. Mana surged into legs, ankles, feet—instant!
Sslash!
Kicked off the ground—body launched like a cannon shell.
Circlet inner-world grinding had me stacking dryad bodies already. She was fast. Fast and lethal, but no match for me.
Dryad's edge? Mobility.
Steal it outright with footwork!
Hiiiisss!!!!!
"That's right! True colors out!"
Sword thrust on perfect trajectory. Steel cleaved air resistance, rocketing at her chest!
Clang!
She splayed her hand, nails blocking my blade. No sweat. Foot in, twist for round two.
Hiiiiss!!!
She screeched after eating the hit.
Unlike the promo fight, I'd leveled up.
No need to go flame mage!
Truckload of these scrubs? I'd smoke 'em!
"Heh heh. That corpse back there your handiwork too? I know all about it, bitch!"
Hiss!
Swing sword, jab fist—hem her in. Tougher than last dryad, higher level maybe—took hits steady, blocked attacks, dodged kills.
Resistance? Pointless against me!
Hiiiisss!!
She roared—flower scent stabbed my brain again. Point-blank whiff had some kick, lust flickering back.
"Fucking bitch...!"
Killing urge twisted to fuck-lust—wanted to pin her, slam my throbbing cock in, piston like mad.
Bet that's her play.
"This one's for Kobson!"
Doesn't stick.
Hiiiisss!!!
Sword wind from a huge swing scatters the scent. I'm no monster-fucking criminal!
"Blood Heaven Asura Kick!"
Chain sword to kicks.
Her guard cracked from the swing—couldn't sword again easy.
Swordplay and kicks, one art. Fluid kick thud! burrows clean into her gut.
Gaaack!!!
Vomit-scream erupts.
"Heavenly Demon Sky-Shattering Palm!"
Solar plexus follow-up! "Kwegh!" Solid thunk vibes up the gauntlet!
Over now!
"Flying Sword!"
Her claws and reflexes parried my sword okay before, but guard totaled? Nah.
Sword-heart blade cleaves the world, slaying mind-fog demons!
"Big Tits Cleave!"
Sslash!
Guillotine chop!
Pure death crashing down on the dryad.
But whoosh!
"Huh?"
Rustle rustle rustle.
Her body dissolved into countless leaves, scattering into the air... Déjà vu. Last dryad pulled this vanishing act too.
"...She bailed."
Leaves rode the wind like a fly swarm, regrouping and bolting off. Leaf-shift before my slash—definitely alive.
Natural magic body-swap escape.
Flower scent, dryad, my boner. All gone clean, like they never existed. Just me and moaning Kobson left.
"Ughhh..."
Curled up like a kid.
"You fucking tool, seriously. Hey. Get up, asshole."
Poke poke.
Prodded his back with my toe. No dice, so popped the canteen and dumped water on his face.
"Gah!"
He bolted upright.
Wakes to water?
Plant-ass fucker.
No wonder the dryad owned you!
"Wh-what! What happened! Barbarian...! Beauty! There was a beauty, I swear!"
"Chill, psycho. You nearly bit it back there."
"Nearly died...? Me?"
Like the little match girl yanked from dreamland to grim reality.
"No memory?"
"Nothing after the beauty... What the hell happened?!"
Manic Kobson still yapping about his "beauty," scanning everywhere. Good sign—the curse wasn't lethal.
Kid's bouncing back fine.
"Beauty my ass, fucker. You got mind-fucked by a monster and almost died."
"Monster?"
Hauled him up, explained how his dumb ass fell for the curse. His face went pitch-black.
"No way... Nearly croaked without a clue... Anyway, thanks for the save, Barbarian."
"Heh. Save it. Buy me drinks next time, asshole."
Damn dangerous monster. Most adventurers like Kobson? Dead on sight.
That corpse earlier? Her work, no doubt.
Seduction snare = instant KO.
Chills thinking back, but she couldn't hang with me. Iron will beat the lust, plus the skills to back it.
No issues.
Now I knew her playbook—colder counter next time.
"Gonna bleed you dry till your nose twists off."
Kobson sputtered, thrashing water.
"...If we make it out."
"Fuck."
Sun dipping lower.
His grim vibe nailed it—we'd hit night at this rate.
"Gotta live to booze."
"Eh, don't pussy out. Camp a night or two?"
"Yeah but... After that shit, I'm spooked."
Prepped for worst-case. Rations, water. Stretch to day after tomorrow, no resupply.
Stuck longer? Hunt grub, source water.
Sudden survival shit.
But ain't that our adventurer jam?
"Too late today. Let's camp."
"Roger. Smart call."
Heading out seemed iffy—camp time.
Safety spot before dark.
Moved out with him.
"Hey, Barbarian. That flower freak... total babe, right?"
Kobson joked while scouting.
"This fucker's still loopy."
"Heh, so?"
Grotesque as hell.
"Fuck off, perv. Boner for monsters?"
"Nah, if she's hot, monster or whatever..."
"You psycho."