Inside the Narrow Hole (3)
Mela clung to my thigh, nuzzling her face hard against my crotch.
It was an almost instinctive act, like a cat marking its territory—and all the more effective for it.
Honestly, it was getting hard to hold back.
I lay flat on my back against the floor. Lust was boiling up so fiercely I could barely stay still, yet I instinctively knew that doing nothing right now would bring even greater satisfaction.
After a moment, Mela crawled over on all fours and buried her face between my legs.
“Huu!”
Having thoroughly savored the scent of my crotch, she lifted her head with heated eyes. It was a look that sought permission, and I gave a light nod.
Mela began pulling down my pants with an expectant face, like a child opening a gift box.
Thud.
My cock sprang free, bouncing upward as it caught on the fabric. Mela’s eyes widened a little at the sight, then she gulped when she saw my underwear soaked through with precum.
She reached out again, tugging the underwear down, and at last my member stood bare before her eyes.
Mela exhaled a hot breath.
“Haa…. So this is a cock….”
Gazing at it with hazy eyes, she carefully brought her face closer, staring as if etching every detail of its shape into her mind. My member stood thick and proud, glistening with a mix of precum and semen.
Sniff.
She inhaled the scent. The male musk that had been wafting for a while made Mela swallow involuntarily.
Chup.
At last she carefully pressed her lips to it. The kiss of submission she had given earlier over clothes, now properly face-to-face, renewing the vow. In this moment, my member was an object of worship to her.
Like a priestess offering prayer to a god, Mela devotedly caressed my cock.
“Haam. Churp.”
Even in heat, it had been hard at first to understand how Mela—only just awakened to sex—could act so lewdly. But now I understood. This was the female instinct passed down through generations. This massive thing, the male symbol meant to impregnate females, had captivated her.
A large penis was the mark of a male victorious in reproductive competition. The desire to receive an outstanding male’s member made her swear submission of her own accord. Knowing that, I found Mela so adorable I could barely stand it.
“Haa. Mm.”
As she caressed frantically, the slippery mix of precum and semen smeared across her face like paint. The thought that the female before me was marked as mine made my cock twitch, and Mela smiled happily at the sight.
“….”
Honestly, it didn’t feel amazingly good or anything. I couldn’t expect special techniques from Mela seeing a real cock for the first time. But her earnest service itself pleased me. The ticklish sensation each time her small tongue touched was stimulation enough to satisfy.
As the caressing continued—
“Euum!”
Suddenly the quality of the fellatio rose. Mela licked up my cock from the very root. Meanwhile her fingers circled the glans, then teased the piss hole. Her trait [Genius] had rapidly improved her sexual technique. She figured out exactly where to stimulate to please me, and how to use hands and mouth for greater satisfaction. As a result, Mela’s fellatio instantly rose to a usable level.
“….”
I twitched from the stimulation and met Mela’s eyes. Her eyes looked up at me as if seeking praise. When I stroked her head in approval, she closed her eyes with my member filling her mouth. She had sensed I was on the verge of climax.
Semen poured into her mouth. Mela received the ejaculation with her eyes shut.
She worked her mouth, then gulped.
“Haa.”
After swallowing, Mela opened her mouth. She showed me she had cleanly taken every drop of my seed, then climbed on top of me. Her face flushed red as she rocked her hips, desperately wanting something. Her thin shorts were soaked so thoroughly the wetness was visible.
Enthralled by the sight, I grabbed her waist—when it happened.
The female in heat before your eyes intensely desires you.
In this moment, only you can satisfy that craving.
Mela, a resident of the underworld, is an excellent thief—but a virgin who has only just begun to know sexual pleasure.
This is your chance to make her your possession.
Selecting this will open the Mela Training Route.
Upon opening the Training Route, Mela’s Affinity Level will convert to Submission Level.
⚠ CAUTION!
This may affect your Affinity Level with Layla.
This choice may affect the Synchronization Rate.
“….”
The system window floating before my eyes snapped me fully awake. A warning that any further act would lock me into the Training Route. For someone who had been thinking of this as pure-love sex, it was a bolt from the blue.
Wait, at this point can’t it just give me the pure-love route?
If it was dense, mutual, desperately wanted sex, it ought to count as pure-love sex, right? But thinking it over carefully, I remembered that my Affinity Level with Mela was still only 1. Under the Affinity Level system, you needed at least Level 3 to develop into lovers. Begging for pure-love recognition after a little oral sex at Level 1 was just shameless. To be recognized as pure love, I had to raise the Affinity Level first.
No choice, then.
Better to aim for the next chance than take the wrong branch and miss the pure-love opportunity. Turning down a ready pussy wasn’t an easy decision, but right after pulling out the second hair I could still hold on with sheer willpower.
I pushed Mela’s body away.
“We’re… not having sex?”
Mela said it with a pout. She had gotten thoroughly worked up from all that devoted caressing only to be denied the main event, so of course she was desperate.
But I pulled my pants back up and answered.
“That kind of thing is for lovers.”
Sex without love was nothing more than an excretory act to relieve lust.
Honestly, saying this after accepting oral sex already stings the conscience….
Only a real piece of trash could pull this off! But what was done was done. If Mela cursed me out, I’d just have to take it.
I couldn’t bear to look at her face, so I turned my back on her and headed deeper into the dungeon. Crawling on all fours made for a pretty undignified sight.
The heart of the dungeon wasn’t as far as I’d expected. Feeling the flow of mana grow steadily stronger, I clenched my teeth. I fully intended to smash the dungeon core that had put us in this mess to pieces.
But when I finally had the core right in front of me, I realized I had forgotten one very important fact—the real reason we had entered this dungeon in the first place.
Squeak.
Squeak-squeak.
The swarm of rats that had been the target of the request was gathered near the core. Every single one was larger than a palm, fur standing on end, eyes glowing red. Clear signs of demonic beastification.
I forgot the dungeon-and-monsters combo!
Dungeons attract monsters. It’s to protect the defenseless core from intruders. The demonified rats had been drawn by the core’s mana and flocked inside.
“Fuck!”
It didn’t take long to realize I was screwed—because the rats bared their contaminated teeth and charged me.
Truthfully, a few rats turning into demonic beasts wasn’t a real threat to me. Whatever traits the transformation granted, they weren’t enough to break the level ceiling. The reason I hadn’t brought Layla wasn’t because the rats were physically dangerous; it was because I worried a terrified her would overuse her magic.
What I hadn’t accounted for was pure physiological revulsion.
“Gyaaah!”
The sight of the rat swarm pouring toward me was horrific. Humans are hardwired at the genetic level to fear rats. The terror came less from physical threat than from the dread of whatever pathogens they might carry. Stuck in this posture, I couldn’t even swing a fist; I could only watch as rats started climbing my body.
Whoosh.
Something flew from behind and landed in front of me—a flat iron plate and a round sphere. The moment the sphere hit the ground it began belching white smoke.
Squeeeeeak!
Screeeech!
Rats that touched the smoke let out terrible cries and scattered in every direction. I knew Mela had done it, but I couldn’t even respond properly.
“Cough! Hack! Goddamn it!”
I’d inhaled the smoke right in front of my face and was too busy streaming tears and snot. Some of the scattered rats bolted toward Mela. Then came a metallic rattle and more rat squeals. Forcing my eyes open, I saw an iron net blocking their approach. I realized the object in front of me was the same kind of tool.
The rats whose path was cut off charged back toward me. I hurriedly unfurled the iron mesh and blocked them. Caught between the nets front and back, the entire swarm was trapped in one go.
“….”
Mela crawled slowly over to my side without meeting my eyes. She pulled a long awl from her clothes and began stabbing the rats trapped in the mesh.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“….”
Listening to the rats’ dying shrieks, all I could do was break out in a cold sweat.