Personality Theft Parasite (4)
That's how things turned out. Regrettable, but unavoidable. I had planned to level up steadily using Ray and Rena, but there was a massive roadblock I hadn't anticipated: the party system.
Sonisia Fantasy allows parties of up to four. Most people stick to three, though—two is too risky, and four splits the experience too thin. The problem? Me, Ray, and Rena count as one party already. That means no joining other parties; we can only invite others. And to top it off, as the party leader, I have to do the inviting. But in this world, you need an adventurer's pendant for that. Can't make a parasitized host the leader either—I'm fixed as leader, and transferring it requires... you guessed it, a pendant.
What the hell am I supposed to do? To form a party, forced assimilation via Parasite is the only option. In other words, adventurers basically can't party up normally.
One more thing: loot from the labyrinth must be processed through the guild. Taxes, safety, whatever. And guess who has to do it? The party leader. Normal loot settlement? Impossible.
So after agonizing over it, I chose this path. The illegal route: adventurer hunting. Aside from the huge risk and slight conscience prick, it has solid merits. Players give way more experience than monsters—floor boss levels, even. Kill 'em, and you score their gear and items intact. Sell the extras on the black market, keep what you need. Easy money.
"Sis, sis, these panties magic items too?"
"But who's gonna wear 'em?"
"Hmm... Papa?"
After hunting a party of adventurers, we claimed the spoils. As they chatted among the loot, Rena glanced my way. For the record, I'm parasitizing a lich right now. Don't ask how you parasite a bag of bones. I don't know either.
This lich seems to be a rare floor boss spawn. Lucky break. Powerful, packed with rare skills, and its necromancy is a game-changer. Reviving dead players as skeletons makes them far stronger than regular summons—permanent ones, too. And summons don't count as party members.
"Papa, wanna wear this?"
Rena held out a dazzling pair of boxer briefs. Lucky Boxer Briefs, a unique item. +5 Luck.
"Hand it over."
I took the boxers from Rena and roughly secured them to my shin bones. Stats went up, so it counts as equipped.
"Papa, packing's done. Ready to go."
Ray finished tying the luggage as she spoke. I used necromancy to raise the three dead adventurers. Flesh stripped away, three bony skeletons shambled to their feet awkwardly.
Leveled up again—Ray's at 38, Rena's 36. High for layer 3 adventurers. I'm at 41 now. Maybe sharing XP from hosts and them speeds it up. Levels seem to buff the host. Buff class, basically.
Leveled skills include the handy Parasite Equipment. Corrupts gear to add a Parasitized debuff but massively boosts performance. The boost scales with my stats, so Succumea Support amps my combat, and it compounds for Rena and Ray. Plus a nice bonus: reshape material and form freely. Need defense? Plate armor skin. Nah? Shove it inside.
"Wriggle wriggle wriggle♥"
"Keeps moving inside...♥"
Rena and Ray squinted, bodies trembling as they muttered. Thick brown cloaks aside, they were buck naked. At least on the outside. Gear properly stowed inside—swollen tits and womb, to be exact.
Tentacle masses in their equipment made breasts bigger than their heads, nipples thick. Bellies bulged like pregnant women. Tiny 150cm frames exaggerated it all.
"Sexy sexy sexy♥ Ah...♥"
"Hic♥"
The lewd elf twin sisters masturbated on the move, rolling nipples and clits. Personality theft cranked their lust, so they went into heat fast, fingering anywhere, spraying fluids. I poke and tease from inside with Parasite Equipment to relieve it, but it just makes 'em hornier. Backfire.
"Behave in the black market."
Rena and Ray nodded.
"Yes Papa♥"
"Lewd thoughts only in head... lewd thoughts only in head..."
Obedient, but eyes glazed—like they'd pounce on any guy with permission. Unstable.
No helping it.
"Suppress Consciousness."
I cast black magic. Suppress Consciousness: mind interference spell. Blurs target's awareness. Usually drains mental strength, but for obedient minions like them? Carves out self-will temporarily, turning 'em puppet-like.
"Follow."
"Yes Papa..."
"Understood..."
They trailed blankly.
Black markets exist per layer. Poly Market on layer 3 is the biggest—cheerful name hides drugs, stolen goods, illegal hub.
"Entry pass."
The guard at the cave entrance demanded. I flashed a bloodied pendant. Proof of crime needed: another's adventurer token. Non-transferable by law—possession screams illegal.
Guard checked photo inside against me.
"Hood off."
"You won't like it."
"My call. Not yours."
I removed the hood. Guard's face twisted at the skull beneath.
"...Go in."
He returned the pendant. I passed. He eyed the elf girls.
"Your slaves?"
"Party members."
Guard stared, incredulous.
"Elf and lich... weird shit."
Sold looted gear. Bought new gear and consumables with profits. Black market drugs pricey, permanent stat drops with repeated use—but potent. Penalty's stamina and strength. Lich has 0 anyway. HP and STR scale off INT here. No real penalty.
Don't ask how a gutless lich ingests. Game logic.
Gear: staff and robe, both cursed—cheap for power. Lich immune to curses and mind attacks. Fine.
Post-shopping, to the info broker. Guilds above, hunter guilds below. Illegal guild: quests from monster hunts to kidnapping, murder, theft. High rewards, especially murder—orgs and nobles pay big. XP and cash, win-win.
"Hey, those bitches your slaves?"
Checking quests, some thug approached. Pointed at naked-waiting elf twins.
"Party members."
He snorted.
"Bullshit. Blind? Eyes scream mind attack. Elves hate undead—won't party with a lich easy."
"Think what you want."
Slave or not, no issue here. Just correcting.
"Fine. Sell 'em to me."
"Sell?"
"Yeah. Deaf? Elf sex slaves been dream. Rare as hell. Purebloods too. Pregnant's fixable—abort. 100k G for both."
100k G. Huge sum. Murders pay 1-5k. Not bluffing.
Logically, my level could remake Ray/Rena hosts easy. Sell smart? Nah.
Hate his attitude. Raised 'em from lowbie days—prized characters. Sell for cash? No. Cash for raising them.
"1 million G."
"What?"
His eyes narrowed. As expected—no such funds.
"Bonehead, no economic sense? No 1M G slaves exist. Highest bounty 840k."
I know. Silver Knight's bounty. Side goal, must collect to survive.
She's infamous here. Multiple bounties stack to 840k, still alive. Monster skill.
Untouchable now.
"No money? Scram."
Undead rasp in voice. Worked—face tensed.
"You'll regret..."
He left. Checked his status: level 11. What confidence? Normal folk piss pants at lich.