Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Master Adventurer Ariana
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"Ugh... Master?"
Fabre felt the strength draining from his entire body.
A trap that even his master hadn't detected had sprung, and despite his desperate efforts to escape, it was no use.
No matter what he tried, nothing worked.
There was just too little information.
"Hoo... hoo."
His head spun, and his eyes grew heavy.
What kind of gas was this?
It had to be the type that weakened anyone caught in the trap.
His body felt languid, yet his breathing quickened.
His chest heaved, making even breathing difficult.
His head reeled.
His master seemed fine for now.
Watching her meticulously inspect every corner of the trap for any possible breakthrough gave him a sliver of relief.
If his master was okay, they could escape.
She had conquered any dungeon with ease before.
If he just trusted and followed her now...
'She's beautiful.'
The side profile of his master, goggles on as she examined the trap, looked utterly captivating.
Why couldn't he tear his gaze away?
His eyes kept sticking to her face.
"Hoo... hoo."
His breathing grew even rougher.
He had always known she was beautiful.
Though her goggles covered most of it, her eyes were large and deep, her nose high-bridged, and her lips a natural red without any makeup.
Skin unmarred by years of adventure.
No wonder the men in her party and the guild had lusted after her.
She knew it too, which was why she wore loose pants and jackets to hide her curves. But her legs were impossible to conceal.
Look at them now.
As she bent over to investigate, her hips strained against the baggy pants...
Her ass.
If he buried his face in that valley, it would smell of adventure.
The sweat from her walk mixed with her natural scent, creating something sweet.
Just breathing it in would let him feel everything about her.
He wanted to smell it.
His master.
Taste her.
All of her.
Show her how much he admired her.
Not just her fame, but her looks, her body, her personality—everything.
Strength surged into his limp body.
Power returned to his legs, which had been too weak to stand.
"Master..."
Fabre rose to his feet.
"Fabre, you okay? Your face is flushed."
Her voice, full of concern for him.
'Am I losing my mind?'
To feel lust for his master of all people.
She wasn't the type for that.
She deserved to be admired from a higher pedestal...
"I'm fine, Master."
"You feel feverish. I don't know what this gas is yet, but at your level, you shouldn't move much."
She placed her hand on his forehead.
Her hand was so soft.
Coming close to check his temperature, her scent assaulted his nose.
His head spun even more.
Unbidden, his eyes drifted to her jacket.
Through the open jacket, he saw the valley of her cleavage.
Sweat trickled down the fleshy hills, pooling where they met.
In that moment.
Snap.
Something broke inside him.
"Master..."
I can't hold back anymore.
Or rather, why should I?
If this is the end anyway.
If they couldn't escape, then at least...
He wanted to confess his feelings.
"Fabre?"
"I love you."
"What are you saying all of a sudden?"
"Master, I love and respect you. So..."
Fabre tore open Ariana's jacket.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You'll understand, Master. I love you."
"Kyaa! You right now..."
Ariana shook off Fabre's hand gripping her arm.
Her dear disciple's eyes were glazed over.
His pupils dilated like he was drugged, breathing heavily and raggedly.
Unnatural.
'No way.'
Was it the gas?
She hadn't figured out its effects yet.
Aphrodisiac?
'Annoying.'
Fabre was beyond reason.
His bulging eyes fixed on her as he lunged, lost to madness.
"You'll like it too, Master. My feelings are reaching you!"
"Kuh!"
If her body were normal, she'd have thrown him off instantly.
'No strength...'
She tried to muster mana to break free, but it wouldn't flow, as if her meridians were blocked.
Meanwhile, Fabre gripped his mana tightly.
No matter that she was a B-Rank adventurer—even without mana, a C-Rank like Fabre could overpower her.
"Snap out of it. Do you even know what you're—Mmgh!"
"Quiet. You'll feel good too, Master."
His eyes were deranged.
Fabre forcibly stripped off her jacket.
"Ahh, Master's breasts..."
Her pathetic disciple stripped off his own top as he ogled her exposed skin.
Revealing a scarred, manly torso.
"Kuh..."
Was it the aphrodisiac gas?
Just seeing his chest made her heart race.
No.
She must have harbored secret feelings for Fabre too.
She hadn't expected them to manifest like this.
"If that'll make you feel better..."
Embracing a disciple's flaws was the mark of a true master.
If resolving the aphrodisiac through sex created an escape opportunity, it might be worth it.
Ariana couldn't fully resist the gas either.
Her mind was clouded by it.
Unable to think straight, she spread her legs herself.
And then.
"That's far enough."
A stranger's voice sent chills down Ariana's spine.
"Fabre, you..."
But her words didn't finish.
Thwack!
Thud!
"Gaaak!"
Fabre flew sideways, rolling across the floor, as a thick hand clamped around her throat.
"Guhk!"
Who...?
Blue skin utterly unlike a human's.
And two horns protruding from the forehead.
"A... demon?"
"That was quite the show, but I don't like someone stealing my prey."
"Wh-what the..."
"The bait caught in my carefully crafted trap ripened up nice and entered on their own."
Just as she thought.
"You're the owner of this dungeon... Guhk!"
The hand tightened, choking off her breath.
Ariana looked up.
Into the demon's indifferent eyes gazing down at her.
The aphrodisiac effects kicked in faster than expected.
The man, drained of strength first by the gas-induced arousal, acted first.
[Charm]
A state where rational judgment fails, driven purely by desire.
The woman was panting under [Aroused State] too, but Charm was different.
If [Aroused State] simply heightened sensitivity and arousal...
[Charm] turned one into a beast in heat, moving solely to sate lust.
A beast that rubbed cocks—nothing more, nothing less.
'I figured the man would fall first, but not this fast.'
"Shall we proceed, sir?"
I shook my head at Yulia's question.
"Wait a bit longer."
Let it ripen more; not quite ripe for the taking yet.
Then.
As the charmed man pounced.
[Aroused State]
The woman's status accelerated.
The abnormality text above her head deepened to a vivid red.
"Oh?"
Did this woman have feelings for the man too?
The status value spiked dramatically.
"No need to wait any longer then."
"Opening now."
"Do it."
Rumble!
The massive stone door ground open with a racket, but the two lost in their world didn't seem to notice.
I kicked the man aside.
Thud!
And gripped the woman's throat.
Upon contact.
Basic status appeared.
Name and class.
Ariana.
"Nice name."
"Grrgh..."
"Think a B-Rank adventurer can endure?"
"What do you..."
"You'll see."
I tore Ariana's clothes.
Riiip!
Her jacket and shirt shredded, revealing a pink bra underneath.
"Cute underwear for such a rugged outfit."
"You... bastard..."
Still no strength, huh.
She couldn't even clench her limp fist properly.
"I'll make the strength come back soon enough."
A few rounds, and it'd return.
"Stop..."
As if glimpsing her future, despair clouded Ariana's face.
"Praying to a demon for salvation?"
"Kuh."
I stripped her forcibly, admiring the matching pink lingerie set top and bottom, then squeezed her breasts firmly.
Breasts so large they spilled between my fingers—unbelievable for an adventurer.
"This part's untrained."
"Hng..."
Each touch on her gas-sensitized body drew coquettish moans from Ariana.
"You conquer dungeons well, but no experience here?"
"Sh-shut up..."
"Mouth's tough. But your body's getting honest."
"What?"
I kneaded her breasts and unhooked the pink bra.
Her erect nipples popped out.
As if begging to be touched, they asserted their presence.
"Practically screaming to be tormented."
"N-no."
I flicked a nipple with my fingertip.
"Oh?"
Ariana let out a flustered moan, then startled at her own voice.
"Make bitchy sounds like that, and this gets excited too."
I took her hand and guided it to my crotch.
Her eyes widened gripping my throbbing junior under the pants.
"Eh?"
Ariana looked down at her hand.
Her eyes reconfirming the size she felt.
"Better to see once than feel ten times."
I stripped too.
Removing the Demon King custom suit Yulia prepared revealed my chiseled muscles.
"Hngh!"
Ariana couldn't tear her eyes from my body.
Top off.
Then slowly the bottom.
Underwear gone completely.
[Charm]
Ariana's head gained the status upon seeing my cock.
[This adventurer is resisting Charm.]
Hoh?
Well now?