The Archmage Hero Eileen's Outdoor Exposure Service (Part 3)
"An Artificial Spirit?!" Ted gasped in shock.
Since this was the Beginner Area, the only monsters stronger than slimes should have been low-grade specters. Unless he was incredibly unlucky and ran into a low-grade specter, encountering a much higher-ranked artificial spirit here was completely absurd.
No way... Is Eileen trying to kill me?!
There was no other explanation. This had to be an artificial spirit summoned by the Archmage Hero, Eileen.
She found out I watched her pee and masturbate!
It felt a bit late for retaliation, but Ted couldn't think of any other reason why he would be under attack.
"Prepare yourself," the spirit declared.
Regardless of the reason, the artificial spirit was real, and she was charging straight at Ted, brandishing a terrifyingly massive axe. To make matters worse, as she ran, she sliced through a thick tree trunk—easily as wide as Ted's torso—with a single swing of her giant axe.
Crack! With a devastating spinning backkick, she sent the severed log flying straight toward him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa?!" Ted shrieked.
A whole tree flying straight at his face was a first, even for him.
That artificial spirit's strength is insane!
Whoosh! The log roared past, missing him by a hair. He only survived because he leaped out of the way at the very last second.
This is bad!
A stray branch grazed his leg, but it was barely a scratch. Ted executed a perfect breakfall, rolling across the dirt. He scrambled to his feet and locked eyes with the artificial spirit.
"Do not resist," she said.
She had closed the distance in the blink of an eye. Leaping high into the air, she brought her massive axe down in a crushing overhead strike. If that hit him, even solid bedrock would be reduced to dust.
Damn it!
Boom! The ground erupted with a deafening roar, showering the air with dirt and debris. Fortunately, Ted managed to dodge just in time once again. His heart hammered violently against his ribs. Just moments ago, his chest had been pounding from the sight of Eileen's lewd display; now, it was racing from the sheer terror of impending death.
Thud! Whoosh! Crash! The artificial spirit swung her axe in a frenzied tempest, unleashing a monstrous strength that defied her petite female frame. Any ordinary low-grade adventurer would have been minced meat by now.
Grandfather! Thank you for the hellish training!
If not for his grandfather's brutal conditioning, Ted's life would have ended right here.
Ugh! My life is on the line, but she's so needlessly hot I can't keep my eyes off her!
The artificial spirit was a stunning woman with brilliant blue eyes and a golden bob. Because she wore a micro-mini dress, every wild movement offered tantalizing glimpses of her panties between her thighs. However, she wasn't a living creature. True to her name, she was merely a magical construct forged from a mage's mana.
To get rid of an artificial spirit, I have to destroy her core...!
Specters, spirits, and artificial spirits—all three races existed only in female forms. Unlike their ethereal names suggested, they possessed physical, tangible bodies, meaning physical attacks could hurt them. However, unless the Core hidden inside their bodies was destroyed, they would regenerate infinitely. This was why Ted was focusing entirely on dodging rather than wasting energy on futile attacks.
Ugh, do I really have to do that?
Thanks to his grandfather's teachings, Ted knew the weaknesses of specters, spirits, and artificial spirits inside out.
Low-grades have one core, mid-grades have two... and high-grades have three or more...
The artificial spirit before him seemed to be a low-grade, judging by her flimsy equipment.
Which means her core is located...!
Slash! Ted, who had been focused entirely on dodging, suddenly launched a counterattack, sweeping his sword in a clean horizontal arc. The artificial spirit failed to evade in time, and her white dress was sliced open down the middle, parting to the left and right. He had definitely cut her skin as well, but it seemed to have regenerated already.
She's so needlessly erotic!
The artificial spirit was completely braless. Thanks to that, the split dress revealed her gorgeous breasts and perky pink nipples. She wore striped panties, but due to her violent movements, the fabric had wedged deep into her cleft, creating a highly defined cameltoe. This was by design. Artificial spirits were intentionally crafted to look incredibly erotic. The creators knew that if an opponent was distracted by a highly sexualized appearance, they wouldn't be able to fight at full capacity. Thus, every artificial spirit was fundamentally designed to be a walking thirst trap.
"Try it if you can, human," the artificial spirit taunted, pointing a finger at her lower abdomen. Since artificial spirits could simply be summoned again if they died, they possessed absolutely no fear of death.
I have to target her weakness... but...
Of all places, the core of a low-grade artificial spirit was hidden directly behind her uterus. Destroying it was no simple task.
But there was one foolproof method to shatter it: thrusting a weapon deep into the artificial spirit's vagina or anus. By doing so, the weapon would slide along the vaginal or anal canal at the perfect angle, striking and destroying the core hidden behind the uterus. Of all things, it didn't even have to be a weapon. One could simply shove their hand inside, grab the core, and crush it.
I don't know if I have the courage for such hardcore play just yet.
Whoosh! The artificial spirit swung her massive axe again, forcing Ted to dodge by a hair's breadth. With every swing, the path of destruction she carved into the earth grew wider.
If I mess up even once, I'm dead...
The ground was so utterly devastated it looked as if a meteor shower had struck. It was a stark reminder of the absurd, monstrous strength the construct possessed.
Wait... something feels off.
She was attacking aggressively, but it felt as though she was holding back just enough to match the absolute limit of his dodging capabilities.
If that's true, then Eileen doesn't actually intend to kill me...
Even so, there was no changing the fact that a single mistake would result in instant death.
"You dodge well, human. Just die already," she muttered.
Or maybe not? Is she actually trying to kill me?!
Realizing he couldn't keep this up forever, Ted steeled his resolve.
"Whew..."
Taking a massive leap backward, Ted took a deep breath to steady his racing heart. Then, like starting an engine, he forced the blood in his veins to circulate at a breakneck pace.
It was a special technique known to all adventurers, allowing them to temporarily exert speed and strength far beyond their normal limits. As his circulation accelerated, the mana dormant in his blood surged through his entire body. Slowly, the world around him began to decelerate. His physical and cognitive faculties were temporarily overclocked, causing his perception of time to slow down.
"Human, prepare yourself!"
At that moment, the artificial spirit kicked off the ground and lunged forward. Brandishing her massive axe, she charged with the terrifying momentum of a bloodthirsty berserker.
Whew...!
In response, Ted sprinted forward with everything he had.
First, let's try to take her down the normal way!
In a world slowed down by his accelerated perception, Ted took a gamble that was nothing short of suicidal. The moment his foot touched the ground in slow motion, he twisted his body violently and swung his sword.
Slash! The blindingly fast strike severed both of the artificial spirit's hands, forcing her to drop the massive axe. Blood sprayed from her severed wrists, but the bleeding stopped almost instantly as new hands began to sprout. Since she would regenerate infinitely until her core was destroyed, this was a race against time. He had to finish his first attempt before she could pick up her axe again.
Please, hit!
Squelch! Ted's sword plunged deep into the artificial spirit's lower abdomen. Crimson blood spilled out, staining her striped panties. However, the blood quickly vanished as the wound began to knit itself back together. He had missed the core.
Damn it! I guess just stabbing her belly isn't enough to hit the core!
Whoosh! At that exact moment, the axe swung down toward his head with terrifying velocity.
Tch!
Ted raised his sword at an angle, attempting to parry and deflect the trajectory of the heavy blade. But—
Clang! Ted's sword, which had already reached the limit of its durability, shattered into pieces the moment it made contact.
If only I had an Intelligence Weapon instead of this cheap, worn-out sword...
If he had a sentient weapon, he wouldn't have to worry about it breaking. Ted lamented his lack of a sturdy blade.
"Human. Your weapon is broken, which means you lose. Quietly offer me your neck," the artificial spirit said, looking down at him with utter contempt.
"...Lose?"
Ted gritted his teeth at the provocation. Who the hell was she to decide he had lost? As long as he didn't give up, defeat was not an option.
"I'll make you regret those words."
He sheathed the broken hilt. Then, clench, he balled his hands into tight fists and lowered his stance.
If you think I'm helpless without a sword, you've got another thing coming!
Dash! Ted lunged forward.
"A foolish struggle, human," she sneered.
Whoosh! The artificial spirit swung her axe at the charging Ted. But Ted slipped past the lightning-fast strike by a hair's breadth.
"Take a Belly Punch!"
Thud!
"H-Ah...?!"
Ted drove his fist deep into her lower abdomen with all his forward momentum. The devastating impact lifted her slightly off the ground, causing her grip to loosen and the axe to slip from her hands. Seizing the opportunity, Ted kicked the axe, sending it flying far out of reach.
"One more!"
Thud!
"Kyaah...!"
He struck her lower abdomen again, sending a shockwave straight to the back of her uterus.
It's working!
Even if he couldn't break the core this way, the physical trauma was rattling it. The artificial spirit reeled, completely dazed, like someone suffering from a severe concussion. Strangely, though, her expression looked incredibly ecstatic.
They really are all masochists.
Specters, spirits, and artificial spirits alike felt pleasure instead of pain. Their lack of fear made them incredibly troublesome opponents.
I'm glad this one is just a low-grade.
Ted swept her legs, sending her crashing to the ground.
Thud!
He then forced her legs apart into a wide M-shape and hoisted her hips up.
Exposed before Ted, the artificial spirit's striped panties were soaking wet. The sheer ecstasy of the consecutive belly punches had caused her to lose control of her bladder and pee herself. However, there was no foul odor; instead, a sweet, fragrant scent wafted from her. Such was the nature of an artificial spirit. Looking down at her, Ted grabbed both sides of her striped panties. Then—
Rip!
He tore the fabric apart, fully exposing her pussy and anus.
She looks exactly like a human. This is incredibly hot.
No wonder people used artificial spirits as sex dolls; this was undeniably arousing.
Now, there's only one thing left to do.
He had to shove his hand into either her pussy or her anus, find the core, and crush it.
"Whew..."
He used his left hand to pry her pussy lips wide open.
What? She even has a hymen?
Even though she was a magical construct, they had meticulously replicated a hymen. Thinking it was a completely useless detail, Ted gave her pussy a sharp slap.
Smack!
Her pussy twitched, and her anus clamped shut in response. With reactions this realistic, it was obvious why they were so popular as sex dolls.
Should I shove it in the other hole?
He shifted his gaze to her anus.
Wait, will this even work?
It was a pretty, pink pucker, just as beautiful as her pussy. Ted tried to stretch her anus open with both hands, but it wouldn't widen enough to fit his entire hand. He couldn't defeat her like this. As he racked his brain for a solution, his eyes fell on something.
Ah?
He noticed the broken hilt of his sword resting in its scabbard.
I have the perfect tool right here.
A brilliant idea striking him, Ted quickly drew the broken weapon before the spirit could regain consciousness. Grabbing the jagged, broken blade with his hand, he declared, "Disappear quietly, artificial spirit!"
With a powerful thrust, he shoved the long, thick hilt of his sword deep into her anus.
Slide!
"Nghhh-aaah?!"
The unconscious artificial spirit's eyes snapped wide open as she let out a violent, high-pitched shriek. Ted's sword hilt was quite long, and by plunging it deep into her anus, it had struck the hidden core directly.
Crack!
The devastating impact shattered her hidden core.
"H-Haaah...?! Ahh...! M-More... ♥"
The masochistic artificial spirit convulsed violently, spraying a torrent of squirt from her urethra as she was sent into a mind-shattering climax.
Splurt! Splash!
She continued to spray her lewd fluids as she orgasmed for several seconds. Slowly, her body went limp, her face flushed with pure ecstasy, and she dissolved into the air like melting snow.
Ted had finally won. Though, it was a thoroughly degenerate victory.