Isana! This is Rape!
Finding the ancient city located deeper underground than Gehenna's depths wasn't my first attempt. It had been one of my efforts to uncover the Elixir recipe.
Rumors said that when the city had been relocated to its current site as Gehenna, bulky and heavy ancient documents with low practical value had been left behind there due to space and weight issues.
Where did I get to last time?
Searching for the underground city meant getting the direction right. Just keep heading downward. Gehenna's underground had mining tunnels set up for basic metals like iron ore and copper, and I'd explored the underworld through them before. Word was, when people tried expanding the mines to find old Gehenna, ore production spiked for a while.
Before setting out, I'd called in reliable protection for safety... Isana.
"Looking for the guild, right? I was planning to check it out myself anyway. Good timing."
Isana arrived in her modified disciple robes from her master, bottomless as usual. Back then, it just looked like male disguise and I didn't think much of it, but now my eyes kept drifting to those short skirt-clad legs.
Noticing my gaze lingering on her thighs, Isana grinned and blocked the view with her sword.
"Think you can focus on exploration like that? Should we get one out of the way first?"
"...Later. Do that now and we won't last long."
I tore my eyes coldly from Isana's body and unrolled the hastily acquired mine map.
"Remember the path from last time? I tried sketching it from memory, but..."
"Ahh..."
Isana glanced at the Sword God visible only to her. The Sword God Isana sat there, legs crossed to flaunt her thick, muscled thighs—thighs Han Do-yoon couldn't even see.
-Nod.
"Got it. Keep pushing that way? No luck last time."
"A few more digs and something might turn up."
"...I think trying a completely different direction this time would be better."
With an eraser pen, Isana circled the opposite side of the map—a place we'd never even glanced at.
"Why?"
"Why are you so set on repeating a failure?"
"...Pushing further from where we stopped might yield something."
"Then let's try this way this time."
I rummaged through old memories. It was too long ago to recall exactly why we hadn't gone that way. I couldn't remember every detail meticulously... but one thing was sure: we hadn't given up for no reason.
Maybe check the ley lines.
I pulled out the dwarves' surveyed geological map. Last exploration, I lacked the skill to read it and gave up, but studying the Elixir had taught me about ores, letting me understand it now.
"...That area's solid rock. The layer next to it is soft—could collapse mid-dig and block the way back."
"That's the issue? Can't you fix it now?"
"Ah."
Isana's words left me stunned. I'd been too caught up in old memories.
"...Not a problem anymore."
The upside of a second try: I could pick up the pieces of failure. What was impossible due to lack of skill before was feasible now.
"Let's go."
We reached a solid rock zone where the dwarves had abandoned mining due to severed veins. Calmly scanning the passage, I licked the blocked wall... Predatory Emotion complete. I pulled out mana stone chalk and drew a synthesis array.
"Won't it collapse?"
"Thanks to the Thousand-Year Prison, mana is infinite. Per the law of equivalent exchange, I can endlessly compensate for losses during transmutation with mana... essentially lossless synthesis."
I placed my hand on the array. Crimson-black mana circles spun like mad tops, infusing it with power.
Bzzt-crackle!
A violent synthesis reaction tore open a long passage.
-Shiiiing!
Isana drew her longsword, glaring coldly into the pitch-black darkness... It had been ages since she'd ventured into uncharted, unexperienced territory. With her future memories, most things felt like reruns, leaving her bored.
"...Step back."
"FYI, I'm unarmed right now."
"Dragging an unarmed, defenseless almost-boyfriend into a dark, creepy place... Nice flow."
Even armed, could I fend off Isana's sinister advances? I pondered seriously as I stepped forward.
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While Han Do-yoon headed off with Isana to find old Gehenna, Karia Redheart was dashing through the forest, drenched in rare, honest sweat.
"Hahk, hahk... S-stop, graaah!"
Her limbs and every joint were bound in spider silk. Like a puppet, her body jerked to the silk's whims.
Forced physical training beyond her will... It made her sweat for real, not from masturbation. Her rest spots left peach-like butt print stamps everywhere.
"Still screaming means you can do more... One more set!"
"P-please, spare meee!"
"Dragon hybrid stamina is no joke... Maybe add some weight?"
Han Do-yoon had briefed her on Karia's state. Arachne judged that nothing beat exercise to awaken her flabby mind... A healthy body housed a healthy spirit, after all.
God, masturbation addiction... How soaked in dopamine is she?
And she wondered: if Han Do-yoon had wrought this Karia...
What kind of monster is he packing to turn my disciple—who swings nonexistent blades and cleaves concepts— not into a Sword God, but a scabbard.
Curiosity piqued, but she couldn't covet her disciple's prize. Instead, she'd pursue her transcendent realm in her own way.
"Hngut, hngk... Kek, heuk!"
Hitting true stamina limits, Karia gasped for air. Only then did Arachne halt the silk, checking her second disciple.
...Dragon blood awakening.
Her soaked clothes dried rapidly. Black hair gleamed red. Human pupils slit vertically... But she was far from complete.
Though their first meeting, this Karia fell short of the dragon form Heavenly Sword knew.
After a long rest, Karia approached a nearby stream and startled at her reflection. She was reverting to the form Han Do-yoon had whispered love to!
Mind snapping alert, she begged Heavenly Sword.
"M-more, more please!"
"...Even hammering needs breaks."
Heavenly Sword dunked the eager Karia into the stream.
"Glub glub!"
"Positive change is good... but why the sudden shift? You hated it earlier."
"Didn't know this training mattered."
"Nothing wakes a broken mind like sweat. Don't slack body training even after leaving me."
Rescuing Karia from the water, Heavenly Sword asked.
"What's your reason for climbing the tower?"
Tower World residents each had their tales. Those without never arrived. Those tales fueled the climb home.
...Heavenly Sword hoped Karia realized it too.
"...To go back."
"Why?"
"To my parents' side."
"You're at floor 20, right? I'm not even halfway. Returning would be distant future. Make that your goal and you'll crash like this again. I've seen it often."
"...Set a different goal?"
"Grand aims overwhelm. Climb thinking small. Less crumbling that way. You need achievable goals in sight to move."
Karia nodded, composing herself. Spotting purpose in her expression, Heavenly Sword probed.
"One sprang up quick. What is it?"
"...Secret."
Everyone had unspeakable secrets. Heavenly Sword wouldn't pry... She could guess from Karia's face anyway.
Back to my old form... and he'll see me as a female again...?
Karia craved Han Do-yoon's snake-like tongue ravaging her depths again. First, reclaim her old body.
Hehehehe...♡
She's in heat... Time to grind her harder.
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Day two underground. Rationing our food... Too early to quit. Time was ample, Isana sharp, my mind steady.
Occasional underworld monsters appeared, but nothing like trial beasts—easy pickings.
As expected...
Second time around, things looked different. Comparing discovered veins to the map, I realized one fact.
...The veins themselves form a massive magic circle.
Too vast for surface glances to reveal details. Synthesis arrays were magic circles too, but bound strictly to equivalent exchange—not this.
Deciphering needed summoning or elemental magic expertise. Not my field.
"You look like you figured something out?"
"...Map from Predatory Emotion and vein distribution. Overall flow resembles a magic circle. Digging deeper feels risky. Postpone old Gehenna, the guild."
"Already?"
"Scared to advance blind."
"Coward. I'm here."
Isana squeezed my hand tight... Unlike me, she lacked direction. No instinct for growth steps.
She'd hit the edge of what Sword God swordplay allowed. Hence her obsession with the Rule Breaker. Like my Elixir fixation, she believed the legendary conqueror's martial manual would elevate her.
Knowing her thirst, I considered pushing on... but shook my head. Too far, no weapon. Time for expert advice.
"...Sorry. Can't bear seeing you hurt."
Disappointment crossed Isana's face—as expected. For two days without proper washing, monster-slaying musk thick in the air, I leaned in anyway.
She knew she stank and hesitated at my approach, but my bold tongue pried open her heart's door.
"Mmm... smack, lick... mmm... slurp, slurrp♡"
Now expert kisses: lips sealed seamless, tongues lashing inside. Saliva dam-bursting down throats with wet glugs.
The so-called Sword God dropped her sword, arms plunging into my pits for a fierce hug.
"Slurp... smack, haaah♡"
I barely peeled off the clinging Isana. Wiping lip saliva unaware it fueled her lust more, I said,
"We have that magic expert you know—the 'woman.' Let's consult her... Gah, what are you—?"
"Can't hold back...♡ Your fault. Time to teach what happens when you womanize♡"
"J-just a kiss..."
"Think it's just a kiss? Don't joke. You did it on purpose."
"What did I even— gah♡"
Isana unbuckled my belt, yanking off my pants. She shoved me roughly to the ground and mounted.
"I-Isana! This is rape!"
Snapping to, Isana froze. But seeing drool dribble from her mouth, I knew I'd misspoke.
"...Y'know, women fantasize as hard as men."
"Wh-what?"
"...Raping my almost-boyfriend and creampie-ing him."
I gave up.
"Do as you like♡"