Inside the Narrow Hole (2)

"…."

Mela stared at me in silence. Her expression was as demure as ever — but her eyes held a fierce, raw hunger as they fixed on me, and her lips parted just enough to show a flash of pink tongue. As if that weren't enough, she even swayed her hips in a slow, inviting roll.

Given her personality, it was behavior that should never have been possible. I was certain of it now: she was under a status effect too.

I'm going to lose my mind.

My dick was already swollen and throbbing; watching her like this made holding back nearly impossible. To get out of this situation, I had to find whatever had inflicted the status on Mela and destroy it. The problem was, I had no idea what the cause even was. There were no fluid-spraying tentacles here, no lust demons launching sex-attribute attacks — so why?

Ah. Don't tell me…

One possibility rose in my mind. A trap that showed up constantly in adult games set in fantasy worlds. The kind of erotic trap dungeon that existed for the sole purpose of driving intruders into heat and staging filthy scenes. It never appeared in the early story, so I hadn't recognized it right away.

Is this another side effect of the demons showing up?

Dungeons were land eroded by miasma that had turned into monsters — so it was entirely possible. In other words, to fix this, I had to find the dungeon's core at the end of this passage and smash it.

"Haaah…!"

Mela's body gave a light shudder, as if her arousal gauge had crossed some threshold. Looking at her, I couldn't imagine making it all the way to the end of the dungeon.

I used to clear these places with Mela every time…

She was falling to pleasure way too fast. Hex's body was basically a well-used male whore's, so of course it reacted instantly — but Mela was a virgin. She should have had some resistance. She wouldn't have been able to block it completely, sure, but she should have lasted longer than Hex. And yet she was collapsing even faster?

The answer came to me almost at once. I remembered the state she'd been in not long ago.

I completely forgot she got marinated in aphrodisiac by those tentacles.

Her sensitivity still hadn't recovered, so she was getting wrecked like some ultra-sensitive amateur.

I have to do something.

The longer this dragged on, the higher her confusion, charm, and arousal would climb until she hit an immobilized state. And if that happened, I'd end up having sticky, filthy sex with Mela until Kyle's party came to rescue us. Thick, dense sex with the Mela who was waiting for me so desperately right over there.

"…."

Would that really be so bad? Even if we skipped the fresh, tender stages of dating and started from an aphrodisiac-soaked mess — as long as there was love at the end, wasn't that still pure love?

"Gah—!"

My mind snapped clear. What the hell had I just been thinking? Even with my head fogged over, trying to compromise my own values like that—! A cold wave of crisis hit me: if this kept up, I was going to lose myself completely.

"No. We're forcing our way through!"

Breaking past wouldn't be easy — but there was no way to escape either. The hole was barely wide enough for one person to crawl, so I couldn't even turn around. Crawling backward the whole way out wasn't an option either. That left only one path: get past Mela and reach the end of this cave.

Fortunately her frame was small. If I worked my body hard enough, it looked like I could squeeze forward past her.

"Don't make this into blackmail material — move!"

Even in heat, Mela was fundamentally scared of me. I figured a little threat would make her shrink back. That turned out to be a serious underestimation of her.

Instead of answering, Mela shoved her ass right into my face.

"…."

I could feel my arousal gauge skyrocketing. Soothing my twitching cock, I shoved her hips aside.

"Get out of the way, you little—!"

Mela puffed out her cheeks and just… lay down flat. Then she spread both arms wide. She didn't say a word, and that silence hit my reason even harder. My precious little buddy thrashed, begging to do its job.

Don't you dare, you bastard.

"Ah, just shut up and go away!"

I was already losing my mind — I didn't need every damn thing in the world piling on to annoy me! The moment I made my rejection crystal clear, the branching choice vanished and a new window appeared.

"…."

At this point it felt like the whole world was rooting for Hex to have sex. Come to think of it, "Hex" and "sex" were pretty similar words. Maybe living up to the name and just doing it wouldn't be so bad?

I was so mentally cornered I was making stupid wordplay.

Get a grip.

Having sex in this place was suicide. I wouldn't actually die — but as far as the party was concerned, the person called "me" would be as good as dead. Social death. The Affinity Level I'd worked so hard to raise with Layla would drop to zero, and Kyle's and Emily's would tank too.

That part's fine.

Honestly, I didn't care if they looked at me like a bug. This body was Hex's anyway. What I could not accept was losing the influence I had over their actions because of it. I still had no idea how many NTR triggers were left ahead!

So I crushed the desire and pushed forward.

Squeeze—

This time Mela clamped her thighs around my face. The instant those pure-white thighs touched my skin, every resolution I'd just made went limp. The urge to bury my face in the soft mound right in front of me swallowed me whole.

There was only one thing left for me to lean on at the edge of losing my reason.

Help me, Robust Warrior's Body!

The skill that had already saved me twice by clearing status effects! But nothing activated. If it had been the dungeon's influence, maybe — but this was a shift in my own feelings caused by physical contact with Mela. It didn't count as a status effect.

With the skill I'd trusted failing me, I had no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠choice but to pin my hopes on Mela herself.

"Snap out of it, damn it…."

But unlike me, who could clear status effects on my own, Mela the thief had no way to escape them. The fact that this was an adult game — and female characters were helpless against sex-attribute attacks — didn't help either.

I regretted it.

If I'd known it would be like this, I should've brought Layla!

She could have cleared the status with purification magic! …No. If it had been her, I would have been the one who couldn't hold out. One look at that lewd body of hers trying to seduce me and I would have thrown myself into lust on the spot — I could see it clearly. Just picturing Layla's chest gave me a little strength.

I grabbed Mela's thighs and peeled them off my face. My fingers sank into the soft flesh. God, her thighs were smooth.

"Nnngh…."

Mela let out a small moan. Without realizing it, I'd been kneading her thighs. Gritting my teeth, I stretched my arms and forced my body forward.

"Haaah—!"

My frame was so big that I ended up pinning her underneath me. But it was the only way past. Thump-thump. With our bodies stacked, I could almost hear her heartbeat through that tiny chest. One more push and our faces drew close.

Mela was breathing hard, expectant. Looking up at me with those eyes, a faint smile on her lips. Maybe because the position suggested a very particular act, her breathing sounded even sweeter. I couldn't tear my gaze from her mouth.

Hold on. We're almost there.

If I could just get past her, that was enough. Once I started crawling ahead, Mela — who could barely control her own body — wouldn't be able to follow. What I'd overlooked was that my precious little buddy still had to drag itself the rest of the way across her body.

The moment her face reached my chest, the contact my cock had been craving for so long finally happened.

"Ugh—!"

After holding out far too long, even the slightest stimulus set it off hard. Just knowing the place it was pressed against was Mela's body — and a very specific part of it — pushed me to the edge. And Mela knew exactly what was touching her too.

Feeling it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twitch against her, she whispered:

"Please… give me your cum."

I couldn't hold it. I came.

I sank into deep self-loathing. Something like this, when we weren't even lovers. I couldn't lift my head.

No. It's still okay.

Indirect contact on this level could be written off as an accident. Well ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— not really written off — but at least I'd cleared the truly dangerous hurdle. A moment ago I'd been fully ready to go all the way.

I have to get past her right now.

The crisis wasn't over. Mela's hands were still groping along my thighs, and the dungeon's influence was driving my arousal back up. On top of that, my cock was sliding up past her navel, rubbing over her chest as it climbed. Semen was probably smeared across her body like a marking. An ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠environment where my dick had no choice but to rise again.

At last the hardened shaft reached her face. And then—

"You've got to be kidding me."

The system window chimed and a wave of dread hit me as I turned my head. She was so far below I couldn't see her face — but I knew she was staring up at me with a vacant expression. No: not at me. At my cock.

"Haaah…."

The semen-stained fabric of my pants was thick with that musky scent. Mela breathed it in like it was pure bliss, then pressed her mouth right against it.

"Ah, fuck."

A submissive cock-kiss. I had no choice but to admit it: reason had lost.