Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Having to Just Look at Those Huge Tits
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Floa, discarded by the Demon King, has met with misfortune.
Nothing but a wretched future awaits her now.
Experience points gained.
It had been four days since I had Amy throw Floa out of the dungeon.
The system window popped up, and my experience points went up.
The message said that Floa, the one I'd had Amy discard, had met with something unfortunate.
She didn't seem to be dead.
It was an instinctive feeling.
A Demon King's senses?
No.
I had a subtle sense from absorbing part of her energy.
It was like her presence was connected to me by a thin thread—I could feel she was still alive.
'A woman chased out in that state meeting something unfortunate.'
She must have run into trouble with the villagers.
I had no need to know the details.
She was a woman who'd left my hands.
"But experience points go up like this too?"
It wasn't just about fucking women—apparently, I got bonus experience based on what happened to the prey I tossed out of the dungeon.
'No need to absorb all their energy, then.'
Floa gave me experience because she met a miserable end.
Which meant the women I chased out had to suffer misfortune for me to get experience points?
'I'll find out if I test it.'
Soaking in the warm water, I thought about the adventurers who'd come in the future.
A good number of the ones who only came for sex weren't even worth absorbing.
It was too easy for a sex dungeon.
I needed to add some new elements.
What would be good?
Killing the men outright, setting up simple traps for worthless adventurers to die in, and rigging things so only moderately strong ones could get in.
That sounded good.
I had plenty of experience from devouring Jackal—I could use that to make traps.
His items had turned into a nice chunk of experience too.
Absorbing adventurers and their gear.
That was how the dungeon grew.
The better the items on the adventurers who died, the more experience they handed over to me.
Since it worked even on A-rank adventurers, I figured I could handle slightly stronger ones coming now.
'I struggled a bit, though.'
I wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Finishing up my thoughts, I stepped out of the water.
As I emerged, Yulia—in her swimsuit—knelt and bowed to me.
"I'll dry you off."
After that first bath, she hadn't turned herself into a titty washbasin again. I'd told her not to unless we were having real sex.
But she'd begged me several times to at least let her dry my body after baths, so I'd allowed that.
Yulia slowly wiped me down with a soft towel.
I gazed at Yulia, her micro bikini leaving her figure dangerously exposed.
Sigh, having to just look at those huge tits.
My cock shot straight up, twitching toward Yulia, but neither of us showed much expression.
It was routine by now.
Her drying my body always got my dick reacting like that.
How long could I hold out?
No idea.
I could tell she got a little aroused every time she looked at my cock, but I deliberately ignored it.
The quest to fuck the succubus kept nagging at me.
Eleven months left now.
If I didn't fuck her within that time, I'd die.
But I couldn't just force her either.
She flat-out refused when I suggested we get it on properly.
Because fucking her as I was now would kill me.
I didn't want to die, so I let it slide.
Still only level 5.
Way too early to call myself strong.
I definitely needed to get stronger.
Otherwise, I'd never fuck Yulia.
I needed to grind harder.
No really powerful foes had shown up yet, so leveling was sluggish.
It was fine for now, but fame would start rising automatically at some point—I needed to pick up the pace.
'Like if they send an investigation team after the adventurers I wiped out in the tutorial.'
That kind of thing would trigger a fame-boosting event, forcing me to speed up.
[Warning! Investigation team dispatched.]
Something exactly like that.
"Fuck."
"Demon King?"
Did the event trigger already?
Rebecca.
A devout knight of the Holy Church.
Captain of the Sanctuary's Virgin Knights, she headed to the church today at the Order's summons.
Clad in shining armor with her beautiful golden hair flowing, she walked through the city.
The gazes of the people, filled with admiration, gathered on her.
In the Aslan Kingdom, where the Holy Church was paramount, Holy Knights were the most respected profession of all.
Even more coveted than the Royal Knights.
And among the Holy Knights, the one unit composed solely of women.
The Sanctuary's Virgin Knights, totaling a hundred strong.
Rebecca was the captain of what was commonly called the Holy Virgin Knights.
"You've arrived, Knight!"
As Rebecca reached the church, the guards saluted her.
"You've worked hard."
"What brings you here today?"
"The Archbishop summoned me. Where is he?"
"The Archbishop should be in the prayer hall."
"Thank you."
She passed the soldiers and entered the church.
As she walked through the bustling main hall, the parishioners who spotted her clasped their hands and bowed their heads.
It was the customary greeting whenever believers saw Holy Knights.
She returned their nods and entered the prayer hall.
In the center of the vast prayer hall stood the massive emblem of the Order.
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, shattering into rays that illuminated the emblem.
Before it, an elderly man in white priestly robes stood with hands clasped in prayer.
"You've come, Sister Rebecca."
He addressed her without breaking his prayer posture.
"Archbishop, what did you need me for?"
"One of the children chosen by the gods has gone missing."
"Chosen child... you mean..."
"Yes. A Saintess candidate."
"Why would a candidate...? Weren't they serving on missions suited to their level, accompanied by reliable swordsmen?"
"That's what I thought, but they haven't returned to the guild."
Rebecca fell silent.
A Saintess candidate missing.
Not good news at all.
The Holy Church—known as the Church of Light—saw new Saintess candidates appear every cycle, blessed with divine love.
Until the current Saintess lost her power and retired, the candidates had to serve on missions matching their strength, aiding the world.
The moment the Saintess faltered, the most devout candidate who upheld the faith became the new one.
Even a candidate with weak power could ascend if her faith was true and her service sincere.
So this missing one might end up leading the Church someday.
A Saintess candidate gone missing.
"What's the candidate's name?"
"Amy. The swordsman escorting her was Williams."
"Ah."
Rebecca knew Williams.
His swordsmanship was lacking, but his faith and judgment were exemplary.
"They might have met some unexpected accident."
"Indeed. They're relatively weak, after all."
The Archbishop swallowed a groan, still facing away.
Even the weakest Saintess candidate was still a candidate.
If word got out to the believers...?
"She has far less power than the other candidates, but she's still one of our Saintesses. If she's missing, it's our duty to handle it."
The Church's authority would plummet.
"Is the mission to find her?"
"Yes. Take three reliable Holy Knights with you. As captain of the Virgin Knights, you must have trustworthy subordinates."
Three.
Including herself, four in total.
The Archbishop's desire for secrecy was plain.
If something serious had happened to the candidate, four Holy Knights might not cut it.
At least a full squad.
Ten people minimum.
But four?
She had a mountain of arguments, but she couldn't voice them.
No matter that the all-virgin Sanctuary's Virgin Knights belonged to the Holy Knights, the Archbishop governing the church in this major city had authority over them.
Even as their captain, she couldn't speak up.
"Of course."
"I trust your abilities. Even if Amy is dead, I believe you can bring her back alive."
His gentle voice, back turned, hid a sharpened blade.
Even if she had to fabricate one, bring her back.
Rebecca read between the lines.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Then go. Time is short. The current Saintess won't hold out much longer."
"Yes."
Rebecca bowed and left the prayer hall.
"A Saintess candidate missing..."
This wouldn't be easy.
People blessed with divine love were said to avoid most dangers.
'What could have happened?'
Whatever it was, it wouldn't be simple for her to resolve.
Rebecca's steps back to Holy Knight headquarters felt unbearably heavy.
"I need to hurry and prepare more traps."
"More traps, sir?"
"Yeah. Holy Knights are coming soon."
"Holy Knights...?"
"That's right."
The moment she heard "Holy Knights," fury rose on Amy's face.
Her hatred for evil things from her priestess days, fully inverted.
"Why would those false-god zealots come here?"
"To kill me."
Amy clasped her hands together at his words.
"That'll never happen. Demon King, I'll protect you. Believe in me."
"Of course I do."
This time, I need you here.
That's the only way we'll win.