Chapter 145
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: Stalled Progress
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I asked Pussy Detective No. 2, who'd been promoted to Science Pussy just like always, for some anal-6974 today.
But she shook her head no.
"...M-Master, there really isn't any more medicine left."
"What? Why not? Make some more quick."
"I can't."
"What? Why?"
"Well, obviously... because it's made with limited ingredients... If you bring me more of that weird substance, I can make it. The Spacetime Transcending Stone, right? That stuff."
"No way... For real? You should've told me ages ago it was running out... Damn it..."
It hit me like a bolt from the blue.
"I did tell you...? But every time I tried to seriously bring it up, Master, you'd shove your vibrating cock in my pussy or ass, or stuff it in my mouth..."
Did I? Kinda rings a bell.
She was moaning "Ahh~...♡" mid-sex, so I couldn't even understand what she was saying... and didn't care.
Damn it all, why did I stupidly assume it'd keep coming forever...?
'Heh... we're screwed.'
I'd planned to use this to rejuvenate and even turn all those once-beautiful but now aged pussies from reality and the other Tower floors into virgins, then fuck them all...
"No, you don't have even one left? For real?"
"None. The ones I gave you last time were the last."
"...Fuck, shit. I didn't even get to use it on Hye-jeong or my mom... Goddamn it... Fucking hell..."
I'd naturally assumed it produced infinitely.
No, it looked just like some new miracle drug... like pills you get from a pharmacy, so subconsciously I thought it'd keep coming if I just asked. What a huge mistake.
Ahh... even I make mistakes sometimes since I'm only human.
'...Oh yeah, now I remember. She said something last time about needing ingredients, or enough of them...'
I should've stockpiled a few.
'We're fucked...!'
I'd been sprinkling them like candy on those insignificant side-character extra pussies on Tower Floor 5, turning them into my pussy slaves and enjoying them...
But I couldn't use them on the truly important people.
'...Tch, oh well, nothing to be done.'
What happened happened. No changing the past.
Better to brush it off coolly for my mental health.
I forced myself to forget the issue and focus on something else.
One more thing had been nagging at me lately anyway.
'Why's the protagonist been so quiet these days?'
By this point, he should've cleared the next trial and then some.
Normally, murders popped up every other day, and he'd solve them. Right?
"Hey. Pussy Detective No. 1."
"Yes, Master."
"No murders around Konanil today either?"
"Nope. Weird, huh..."
One day? Could happen.
Two days...? Maybe.
But three days turning into four with no murders around Konanil?
That's as bizarre as the sun rising in the west tomorrow morning.
'At some point, the cases just stopped getting solved...? No, it's not that they're unsolved—it's like no cases are even happening. Progress is stalled. What's the problem...?'
I investigated why.
Why it suddenly felt stuck.
"What's the most recent murder Konanil solved?"
"...Probably that locked-room killing in the convenience store warehouse about four days ago?"
'Locked-room murder in the convenience store warehouse was the last one... So what came next...?'
I racked my brain, checked the manga...
And figured it out.
After the convenience store warehouse locked-room murder, next was the riddle card locked-room serial killing case—which was kinda important plot-wise.
The quirky thing? This case starts when the protagonist's girlfriend No. 1's rich friend brings it to him.
But that rich friend who'd supposed to bring the case to the protagonist had been pinned under me until just minutes ago, moaning "Ahh~...♡".
Right now, she was sprawled on the bed, her pussy and ass gaping wide, oozing the thick white cum I'd pumped into her as she basked in the afterglow.
'...Ah, so that's why progress stalled.'
"Hey. Pussy Detective No. 5. Quit passing out and go hand that case off to Konanil right now. You'll figure it out when you get home. Something about riddle cards. You'll think, 'This is perfect for Konanil.' Hand it over stat."
"...Y-Yes, heut, got it. Master...♡"
The girl who'd just been spreading her pussy and ass for me, playing cockhouse, struggled off the bed and tottered out of the room.
Drooling cum from her pussy and ass the whole way.
Where she'd passed, globs of thick white semen mixed with her juices dotted the floor.
Once Pussy Detective No. 5 handed the case to the protagonist Konanil per my orders, things finally unclogged—like a dam bursting. Murders started popping up one after another, and he solved them in a flash.
After the riddle card case, locked-room murders sprouted like weeds around the protagonist just like normal, and he mowed them down relentlessly.
Utterly ordinary days for the walking grim reaper, Konanil.
'Look at this protagonist guy—doesn't he belong in some SCP Foundation containment? No such thing in this world? Guess not... Poor bastards living near him. Explains the plummeting property values.'
You have completed the sixth additional trial on Floor 5: 'Help the protagonist identify the culprit 50 times cumulatively.'
As a completion reward for Floor 5's sixth additional trial, you receive the 'High-Tech Multifunctional Glasses'.
High-Tech Multifunctional Glasses: Multifunctional glasses item equipped with 17 features, including transmitter location tracking, laser auto-ranging, laser eavesdropping, infrared thermography, telephoto lens, bulletproofing, and more.
The seventh additional trial on Floor 5 is to help the protagonist identify the culprit 100 times cumulatively. Just don't interfere with him.
But a few days later, another problem cropped up.
It came from a report by Pussy Detective No. 1 slave, who occasionally checked on the protagonist's status and briefed me.
"...Konanil's been acting weird lately?"
"Yes. His vibe's off... his eyes look kinda hollow? ...A-And he's sorta hitting on me... that's the feeling I get. He's lost a ton of weight..., barely eating..., not even showering like a total wreck..., if this keeps up, something bad's gonna happen?"
"Really? To you? From Konanil? Haha, that's weird alright? That eunuch wannabe..., I mean Konanil, hitting on you?"
"Y-Yes, ...r-really strange, right?"
"Totally... So what'd you say? Wait, doesn't Konanil think you and I are dating?"
"R-Right? ...Unlike with you and the other girls, we're officially together... ...M-Maybe I looked tasty since I'm taken?"
"Hmm..."
Right now, Konanil and the guys around him think I'm only dating Pussy Detective No. 1.
Makes sense—no reason to broadcast that married women or taken ones were cheating.
'...Could the protagonist finally be noticing something's off and awakening to women?'
"Hey, Pussy Detective No. 1. Go probe the protagonist's mental state right now. Ignore any advances. Tell him you have a boyfriend, so buzz off. ...Just in case, wear a chastity belt. He probably won't, given his personality, but he might snap and try to jump you."
"...Y-Yes, sir."
Pussy Detective No. 1 followed my orders, approached Konanil, and played her role perfectly.
Bringing back more detailed intel on his state.
"So, Konanil's weird because there are no women around him at all?"
"Yeah, seems like it. There really aren't any women near Konanil now. He used to have all these flowers he could pluck anytime..., but with none left, he's all down, low-energy, no appetite. So he clings to me since I at least show up to monitor him sometimes... that kinda mood."
"Hahaha, heh heh, uhahaha! ...So that's it. That's what it was."
"No comforting mom around either. ...Oh, and he apologized profusely for hitting on me last time. Bowed his head and everything. Said sorry since I have a boyfriend."
"Huh. So his mental's not totally shot."
"Yeah. Seems fine. Still solving locked-room murders every day..., average three deaths per day from murders around him unchanged.... Daily life's totally normal."
'Normal?'