Chapter 13: Dungeon Sex (6)
Chapter 13: Dungeon Sex (6)
Carla curled her body into a ball, hugging her bloated stomach with both arms.
“M-Master! Not that medicine! Please… please, just this once, have mercy…!”
“…Anyone hearing that would get the wrong idea.”
Saying things like that while posing like that makes it feel a bit weird!
I scratched the back of my head for a moment before—
Ding!
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【Hidden Dungeon Cleared!】
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Clear notifications filled my vision.
Soon after, a distortion in space appeared a short distance away from Carla and me.
The fact that an exit portal had formed meant that all the monsters remaining inside had vanished.
Once we stepped through there and left, the dungeon would dissipate, and the rewards would be granted.
For the record, the reason the system doesn't automatically eject the conqueror is a courtesy to allow them to harvest materials from the monsters and the boss they’ve slain.
…Though in this case, it was a pointless courtesy, since I’d turned every monster we encountered, including the boss, into piles of ash.
I closed the notification only after reading through the contents, which hadn't changed a bit since my days playing the game.
“Phew… fine. I needed to rest anyway. I’ll just let my mana recover naturally.”
“Really…?”
“Yeah. I think we cleared it faster than expected. If we go out now, we’ll probably just drop right into the middle of the cultists fighting the guards.”
Carla, who had been trembling, cautiously lifted her head.
Her ruby eyes sparkled through the strands of her long platinum blonde hair. Her gaze was filled with hope, as if she had discovered a gem at the bottom of an empty chest.
Since she wouldn't have received a dungeon clear notification like I did, she was likely just overjoyed at the fact that she didn't have to drink any more potions.
It really was fascinating.
Watching her expressions shift so rapidly, the mischievousness that had been suppressed by a sudden pang of conscience began to creep back up.
With a smirk, I pulled a mana potion out of my inventory.
Pop.
A transparent, round glass bottle. As I gripped its long neck and shook it, the blue liquid inside sloshed around.
“Hieeeek…!”
It didn't take long for those eyes, once full of hope, to be dyed with despair again.
I knelt on one knee in front of her.
“Carla.”
“Y-yes!”
“Is your stomach that full?”
“Yes….”
“If your stomach is full, that means your belly is at its limit, right?”
“I… suppose so?”
Did she anticipate what I was going to say? Carla’s eyes went wide with a gasp.
“Don’t tell me… Master…?”
“That’s right. It’s probably exactly what you’re thinking.”
I nodded, wearing the most benevolent expression I could muster.
“Wouldn't it be fine if you just threw up and drank a new potion?”
“P-pouring the potion into my anus won't have any effect…!”
“……?”
“……?”
Carla and I both tilted our heads in confusion at the same time.
A beat later, I realized what she had just said.
Good lord. If it won't go in through the top, she thought I’d put it in through the bottom.
A strained voice escaped my lips in spite of myself.
“You… were actually thinking of that?”
“Piyaaaaak!”
Carla let out a bizarre scream and jumped back.
*
To get straight to the point, shortcuts like that don't work.
If you repeatedly vomit and redrink potions, the flow of magical energy becomes unstable, creating a high probability of mana backflow.
As for the "back door" method, it’s not that it has zero effect, but the recovery amount is so minuscule that it’s practically meaningless.
Surprisingly, there are actual records of several mages who experimented on themselves and got screwed over, making it a fairly famous story among magicians.
Anyway, it’s a shame I can't chug potions infinitely like in the game. I’ll have to rethink my strategies for future dungeon runs.
As I let out a deep sigh of disappointment, Carla, who had finally calmed down, asked in a puzzled voice.
“Master… why are you so obsessed with potions?”
“Because the efficiency is on a different level.”
“Efficiency?”
Carla blinked rapidly, as if she’d heard something completely unexpected.
Well, I suppose so. From her perspective, it must seem absurd for me to talk about efficiency when I’m throwing money around like it’s trash.
But for me, with gold to spare, this is more efficient.
Above all, it was a method already proven during my gaming days.
“Think about it, Carla. Even if we knew the way, do you think we could have cleared this dungeon with our usual strength?”
“Um… it would have been impossible. Since we wouldn't have been able to take down the Big Mouth King in one hit, our mana and stamina would have been depleted much faster. By the time we reached the boss, we would have been pushed to our limits.”
“Exactly. Mages have powerful individual strikes, but their combat endurance is low. Plus, they’re vulnerable to ambushes and need someone to protect them during chanting to unleash their full power.”
“So you’re saying you cover those weaknesses with potions and scrolls?”
Correct. Even a dungeon that should be impossible to clear can be managed if you maintain full buffs.
By growing while fighting monsters that are slightly out of your league and then significantly boosting your strength with the clear rewards…
Everything after that becomes much easier.
A single "Full Buff Run" creates a snowball effect, accelerating the growth rate by several stages.
“…So you’re buying time with money.”
“Right. And in a case like this, we also gain the reputation of having cleared it with just the two of us in a short amount of time.”
While anyone with talent can enter the Academy, the majority of the students are nobles.
It’s only natural, considering things like hereditary mana capacity, family secrets, and the opportunities to awaken one's talent. Nobles simply have the advantage in many areas.
In such a situation, commoners are often looked down upon… so the title of "Dungeon Conqueror" will serve as a good shield.
In the game, it was cool to see a disregarded protagonist succeed, but I didn't particularly relish the idea of being the one looked down upon.
After hearing my explanation, Carla nodded as if she understood.
“I see. There is a school rule that one shouldn't use their status to intimidate others… but it’s rarely followed.”
“That’s because the Academy isn't the whole world.”
If you act out believing in school rules, you might end up as a cold corpse after graduation.
Of course, that has nothing to do with me.
By the time I graduate, it won't be a time where people can leisurely chat about "insulting the nobility" and whatnot.
“Anyway, I’ll be more moderate with the potions from now on… How’s your mana? How much has recovered?”
“Hmm. It’s only at about ten percent. Natural recovery is quite slow, after all. Should I start mana training now?”
I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head.
“No. The reason we aren't leaving immediately is to avoid getting caught up in the battle outside, right? If we leave after the fighting is over, there’s no need to rush since we won't have to fight.”
“Well… I suppose so.”
“Besides, you know, don't you? When a dungeon is cleared, all the monsters inside that weren't killed disappear.”
“Yes. Once the 'wedges' resisting the seal are gone, they are cast away to the other side of the dimensions, their original destination. I learned that much at the Academy.”
I figured. Even if the meaning has faded now, the original purpose of the Academy was to raise talents who could cooperate across the continent to conquer dungeons.
As a sign of praise, I lightly patted Carla’s plump belly.
“Hieet! M-Master? Why my stomach…?”
“You did well.”
“Thank… you?”
Carla couldn't bring herself to pull away or stop my hand; she just wore a tearful expression and let me have my way with her belly.
Chuckling at the sight, I continued.
“Anyway, the point is we have to spend a few more hours here, and it’ll be safe because there are no monsters or cultists left.”
“Yes… even if a cultist had followed us in, they would have been sealed along with the monsters since they’ve accepted the power of the Evil God.”
Cultists and monsters are the same in that they are followers of the Evil God; the only difference is their race.
Therefore, the moment the seal designed to block the Evil God’s forces operates normally, they can't help but be swept up in it.
Looking down at Carla’s face, which darkened whenever the cultists were mentioned, I slowly slid the hand that had been stroking her belly upward.
From the belly to the solar plexus, and from the solar plexus to her breasts.
“Ah?!”
Carla flinched as I cupped one of her breasts.
She looked at me with eyes that seemed to ask, 'Could it be?' so I leaned my head toward the crook of her neck.
She must have sweated quite a bit from the intense movement… but instead of being foul, she gave off a scent that was strangely arousing.
How curious.
I took a deep breath of Carla’s scent before speaking.
“I have a way to spend the remaining time a bit more enjoyably. What do you think?”
“Hic.”
Instead of an answer, Carla began to hiccup.