Friendship from the Bottom and Divergent Corruption
In the middle of a chaotic free-for-all where friend and foe were impossible to tell apart.
"Die! You think I'm gonna croak in a shithole like this?! I'm gonna live large with three wives and a bunch of mistresses!"
Thud!
I roared the curse and drove my sword deep into the bastard's gut.
Covered in the blood that gushed out, I spun around at once. I sliced through the neck of a charging enemy soldier, deflected a spear thrusting from the side, and ran him clean through the chest.
Slashing, stabbing, kicking—I tore through the melee like a madman.
Then a massive shield filled my entire field of vision.
A heavy-armored soldier charging with that huge shield slammed straight into me.
"Guh!"
Crash!
With a shock that felt like my ribs were shattering, my body went flying. I tumbled several times across the muddy ground before I finally stopped.
My vision spun.
I tried to push myself up, but I couldn't even move a finger—my breath was completely gone.
Flash!
Before I knew it the heavy-armored soldier was right in front of me, raising a huge axe high.
Ah. So this is how I die.
The shitty premonition flashed through me—
Shlick!
The heavy-armored soldier's neck bent at a bizarre angle.
Blood erupted from the severed stump, and the massive body toppled right in front of me.
Through the hazy dust a greatsword dripping blood came into view.
The man who had that ridiculously huge blade resting on his shoulder looked down at me and grinned.
Then he thrust out a rough hand.
"Hey, you okay? I'm Charles. You?"
"…Calix."
The moment our two blood-soaked hands clasped firmly—
"Hah…!"
I gasped and my eyes snapped open.
What hit my nose wasn't the metallic stench of blood but a damp, nauseating reek of mold.
What filled my vision wasn't a dust-choked battlefield but only the damp ceiling of the underground dungeon.
I forced my ragged breathing under control and looked down at my hands without thinking.
The rough hands that had been covered in blood and dirt were gone without a trace.
Only pale, slender woman's fingers without a single callus trembled faintly.
Ah.
Right. This is reality.
How long had I been lying unconscious on the cold floor?
I forced my staggering body up and approached the cell door.
When I gripped the iron bars, a chill seeped deep into my palms.
Charles.
Was that bastard still over there?
I turned my gaze to the opposite cell.
In the deep shadow of the corner, a familiar silhouette curled up was faintly visible.
Blue hair.
Sensual curves that even the darkness couldn't hide.
Of the large-framed man who once commanded the battlefield, not a single trace remained.
All that was left was Charles, reduced to nothing more than a bitch violated by a beast, sitting there alone.
"…Charles."
The shadow that had been motionless as if dead flinched and went rigid.
A moment later Charles slowly raised his head.
"…Calix."
When a faint spark of life returned to those unfocused, clouded eyes, I gripped the iron bars hard enough to break them.
"You okay?"
The instant the words left my mouth I wanted to rip my own lips off.
After what that elf bitch did to him, how the hell could he be okay?
But Charles only let out a short, deflated snort of laughter.
"I'm fine. This shit… compared to when that old count bastard caught us and tortured us half to death, it's nothing."
At the transparent bluff I couldn't help letting out a hollow laugh of my own.
"Ahh, right. That crazy fucker. When we escaped we burned his whole mansion to the ground."
"Yeah. All those fucking art pieces he bragged about collecting his whole life—we turned every last one into ash."
"Haha…"
"Heh…"
Facing each other through the bars, we shared a bitter smile.
Charles stared at me leaning against the bars, then twisted the corner of his mouth up.
"But you got a lot prettier, huh?"
"You got fucking pretty too… If I were still a man I'd have grabbed you first and fucked you raw."
At my crude joke Charles snickered and leaned his back against the wall.
"No kidding. If you were still a guy I'd have gladly stuck my ass out for you. Fucking shame."
The filthy dirty talk we tossed back and forth like jokes.
The way we'd always talked since our days rolling around as bottom-rung mercenaries—it hadn't changed a bit.
Our bodies had been thoroughly remodeled into the elves' playthings, but the core inside was still exactly the same as before.
At least for this moment when we could face each other, curse, and laugh—
That one fact was enough.
The next day.
The silence of the dark underground dungeon was broken by the sound of high heels echoing.
Click. Click.
"Oh my, have you all been well? You look more energetic than I expected. Calia, Slut."
The elf high priestess Ariel appeared beyond the bars, smiling sweetly as she called our names in turn.
But Charles and I just sat on the cold floor, lips pressed tight, glaring at that pointy-eared bitch.
When the icy silence stretched on, Ariel let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Dear me, dear me. It seems the education still isn't complete."
Her gaze, which had been on Charles, slowly shifted to me.
Ariel came right up to the bars and looked down arrogantly at me sitting on the floor.
"Calia. Ah, Calia."
She rolled my name around in her mouth like a toy and smiled.
"You remember clearly that your name is Calia, don't you?"
I bit my lip hard against the humiliation and glared at her with venomous eyes.
Ariel's lips curled up seductively, as if she'd been waiting for exactly that.
"Today, shall we try it in front of your dear friend?"
Ssslick.
With a sensual gesture Ariel lifted her skirt.
Thud.
The monstrous, massive cock hidden beneath the skirt flopped out into the open air.
She thrust that horrific thing through the gap in the bars right up to my face.
"Suck it."
"You crazy bitch, why the fuck would I—hngh!"
Click.
The moment Ariel lightly flicked her fingers—
The lewd womb tattoo engraved on my lower abdomen flared red-hot and radiated an unholy light.
"Open your mouth."
"Ugh, uugh…! Ah!"
My whole body burned as if I'd swallowed fire.
Against my will my tightly shut lips slowly parted.
"Still don't understand whose commands your body must obey? Calia!"
Ariel's huge cock filled my entire vision.
The instant I saw it, sticky saliva welled up under my tongue like a waterfall.
Amazingly, in front of a cock that should have been revolting, a sweet, thick scent that stabbed into my brain flooded my nose.
No. I have to stay sane…!
I repeated it endlessly, but it was useless.
My body, trained by the curse, mocked my will and reacted to that scent—strength drained from my limbs, and hot, ragged breaths spilled roughly between my lips.
"Haa… haah…"
Hot, ragged breaths spilled out, and my clouded reason finally couldn't hold and collapsed.
Before I knew it my body was leaning toward the bars as if entranced.
And with Ariel's massive cock buried deep between my lips, I began frantically rolling my tongue and sucking.
Slurp, schlick! Churulurup!
Inside the quiet dungeon, only the vulgar sounds of the slave trader Calix—no, the heat-crazed bitch Calia—greedily sucking an elf's cock echoed.
Slurp… schlick! Schooook!
Ariel's huge cock endlessly slid in and out through my parted lips.
Saliva I couldn't swallow dribbled down around my mouth and soaked my chin completely.
"Mmm… you really do have talent. You suck so incredibly well."
Ariel gently stroked the top of my head and let out a languid moan.
After leisurely looking down for a while at me, pickled in pleasure and frantically sucking her cock, Ariel suddenly turned her head.
Her gaze went to Charles curled up in the corner of the opposite cell.
"Slut. Are you jealous?"
Charles's shoulders twitched faintly.
Not missing that reaction, a cruel smile spread across Ariel's lips.
"What you're allowed to put in your mouth isn't something as noble as an elf's."
Ariel clicked her tongue softly and tossed a sneering taunt at Charles.
"Just wait a little, Slut. Your wonderful master will soon come to dote on you thoroughly. Be a good girl, spread your cunt, and get ready."
At that blatant humiliation Charles's pupils trembled with terror and shame.
Satisfied with that despairing sight, Ariel turned her head back to me.
Her cool fingers affectionately lifted my chin, glistening with saliva.
"Calia. Soon you'll crave this noble seed like a madwoman."
The devilish whisper dug into my ear.
"I'll make you know deep in your bones just how spine-chillingly blissful it is for this vulgar bitch's body to carry a pure elf child."
Finished speaking, Ariel smiled coldly and began roughly thrusting the thing buried in my mouth.
"Nngh… yes, good. Suck harder, harder, Calia."
Uup…! Mmph, schlick, churulurup!
The crushing pressure of the cock filling my mouth completely.
My breath caught and physiological tears welled up.
But even the stimulation of it stabbing my palate and ravaging my throat was converted by this fucking bitch body into vicious pleasure that hammered my brain.
"Haa, truly lewd lips. Slut, watch carefully."
With her cock buried deep in my mouth, Ariel turned her head and mocked Charles.
"This is the privilege of those chosen by me. A noble taste a vulgar bitch like you will never even get to see in her whole life."
"You… kuh, devil bitch…!"
Just as Charles ground his teeth and spat the curse—
Clank, jangle!
"Grrrr…! Woof!"
A bone-chilling beast's cry came from the far end of the corridor.
An elf guard was dragging the huge male dog Rex by a thick iron collar.
"Hiiiek…!"
The vicious red cock dangling between Rex's legs.
The moment Charles spotted it, his shoulders shook like aspen leaves.
Ariel burst into a sneering laugh at that miserable sight.
"Oh my. Your wonderful master is already in heat and has come for you. Hurry up and quietly spread your cunt and wag your tail, won't you?"
"N-no… don't come! Please…!"
Charles's gaze, as he backed away, unconsciously turned toward the opposite side.
The beast's hideous, furry cock-head, and Ariel's smooth elf cock gently sliding in and out of my mouth.
In that instant, what flashed through Charles's clouded eyes was clear longing and envy.
Ahh… I'd rather be sucking that elf's cock too… Better that than getting drilled by a dog bastard…
At the insane thought that seized his mind, Charles sucked in a breath.
"Khuh, uhhuhuh…! Fuck, crazy bitch… what the hell am I even thinking…!"
Envying an elf's cock more than a beast's.
Charles collapsed under self-loathing and self-disgust, covering his face with both hands and beginning to sob.
"Churulup! Schlick! Schooook!"
"Haa… yes, swallow it deeper!"
Beyond the opposite bars. My only friend, about to be horribly violated by a dog bastard.
Even while clearly watching that despairing sight with both eyes, the thought that flashed through my mind was viciously shallow and disgusting.
Thank god… I'm being done by an elf, not some beast bastard like that. At least I'm better off than that.
Me, the piece of trash who felt base relief watching a friend get raped by a beast.
My reason screamed as it was shredded by the wretched self-disgust and hatred toward myself.
But my flesh was already thoroughly sunk in the swamp of corruption, frantically working its tongue as it craved the elf's seed.
