The Witch's Desperate Plea

Kkeureureuk. A chilling sound echoed from the entrance. Since I hadn't yet blocked off the dungeon paths, the sound from the entrance carried perfectly through the corridor that led straight to the central chamber. Thud, clatter. I could hear footsteps and the metallic clinking of gear. The intruder, having stepped into the crude traps I’d set up at the entrance, was charging into the cave without hesitation.

'Should I lead them astray?' While it was a dungeon designed to be run in a straight line, no one would just sprint blindly. I received a signal relayed through Lime and cheered. The enemy was turning back. They were running three times the distance they would have needed to if they’d just kept going straight.

"As expected, a dungeon life wouldn't be complete without something like this." I woke Line, who was fast asleep beside me, and executed the intercept command.

Just one person? And there were two different types of rewards? Usually, this kind of thing triggered an event battle with a new system mechanic, but the opponent was someone who made me tense up. 'Three stars.' Even if I was a 5-star by birth, my current rank was only 3 stars. 'It couldn't be someone like Eila.' Always imagine the worst-case scenario. I had zero luck, so it definitely wouldn't be a case of a low-level 4-star like Eila. 'Coming into a dungeon alone means they have confidence.' Otherwise, how could they dare to run through a dungeon solo?

"Uung, what is it...? Is it mealtime?"

"It's an enemy, Line."

"...!"

I looked at the mini-map in front of me and gave orders to my subordinates. The slimes I had spread out had already become my eyes, providing information from their respective positions. 'I’ve lit up the field of vision, so I can see everything.' The slimes placed at every curve and intersection were stuck to the ceiling, hiding like mice. I wasn't sure if the intruder didn't know about the slimes or just didn't care, but they were clearly busy exploring the dungeon without bothering to clear them out.

'Tsk, they're damn fast.' Are they not even worried about traps? The opponent seemed to be sprinting through the dungeon. Before I knew it, they had turned the corner and arrived at the central intersection, the spot ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠where Harsus was waiting. I was faced with a choice: stall for time with Harsus or invite them in directly. 'What's the point of stalling? Just call them in.' I ordered Harsus to run toward me in a straight line the moment the enemy appeared. Harsus, who had been patrolling the intersection with high alert, immediately bolted down the corridor.

'Magic?' A fireball assaulted Harsus. Harsus dodged it by a hair's breadth and sprinted toward the chamber. 'That was close to being screwed.' If I hadn't tried ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to retreat Harsus beforehand and let them stand their ground, Harsus would have been obliterated by that fireball. The intruder's attack had failed, but I had successfully identified what kind of technique they used. 'A mage.' A 3-star mage confident enough to roam a dungeon alone. 'If I make one wrong move...'

"Line, hide beside the bed."

"Yes..."

Line obediently followed my order and hid their body beside the bed. Line was weaker than Harsus right now, so they wouldn't be of any help. Huff, huff! Harsus returned to the chamber and collapsed, tongue lolling out. I pushed Harsus far against the wall, gripped the staff I’d obtained from the Richard Knights, and waited for the intruder.

'Why aren't they chasing?' The intruder ran straight like a fool. They were following the route that looped back around after a long detour. If I’d left a treasure chest, maybe, but the first floor of my dungeon was nothing but corridors. I steadied my breathing, waiting for the opponent to approach. 'Whoever it is, I'm not letting them leave alive.'

Thud, thud! Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the chamber. I’d realized that trying to ambush from the ceiling against the Richard Knights was meaningless, so I faced the intruder while gripping my staff.

"...You."

The intruder was a witch wearing a black pointed hat. She was the quintessential mage, and her breasts were larger than any woman I’d ever seen. "What did you do to my daughter?!" The intruder's scream echoed through the chamber. I saw her gaze lock onto my staff and the corners of my mouth curled up on their own. 'So, she's the mother.' It made perfect sense that she used magic if she had a witch for a mother.

"Puh-hoo." I took a deep breath, and the witch, exploding with rage, slammed her staff into the floor with one hand. "You monster!"

The witch's staff spewed fire. Fireballs flew at me as if to incinerate my entire body. The opponent was a mage. And magic had to be avoided. 'But not here.' Most of the facilities were made of wood. If I dodged the fireballs, sparks could hit the bed in front, and if I made a mistake, Line could get hit. Whoosh! I slammed my staff down hard. The fireball from the witch's staff burst in mid-air from my strike. Crackle! The remnants of the red flames dirtied my hands. It stung like being pricked by needles, but I steadied my breath and ran. Forward.

"You crazy—!"

The witch spat out a curse and tried to avoid me. Her intention to throw her body to the side and slash me with a sword was obvious. But it was useless. Just before the witch could brush past, I extended my arm in the direction she was dodging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and lunged forward. Lariat. I extended my arm and struck the witch's stomach with my entire limb.

"Urgh...!"

The witch hadn't expected me to attack by extending my arm. I pulled the arm wrapped around the witch, who had hunched over, and she fell into my arms as if sliding. "Ah, aack?!" The witch resisted, swinging her staff and sword. Fire from the staff grazed my shoulder, and I was almost cut by the blade she was swinging wildly. The witch's physical strength was unexpectedly high.

"Kuh-hup." But she was weaker than me. Thank god. I thanked my lucky stars as I back-hugged the witch, grabbed her clothes, and tore them apart. Riiiip!

"Eh...?"

The black robe was torn vertically, and the witch's bare skin was exposed. Beneath the robe, her slightly tanned skin, as if she wore nothing underneath, was clearly visible, and I tore the rest of the robe down. Riiiiiiip!

"W-wait!"

The witch seemed to have realized what I was about to do. Her resistance became much more violent, and I grabbed her pelvis tightly to subdue her. "N-no way!"

Thud!!

I thrust my stiffly erect member forward. I didn't need to know where the hole was, and it didn't matter that it was covered by the robe. All that mattered was that my hard, erect member had touched the witch's body.

"Ah, ugh, aah...!"

Clatter. The witch dropped her staff and sword. As someone with experience, she seemed to have quickly realized what she was about to go through. Lick. I licked the back of the witch's neck. Unlike her daughter, her slightly faded light-pink hair seemed to retain a purity that hadn't been touched by many men. But this witch, boasting a mature charm before my eyes, was undoubtedly a woman who had given birth to and raised a healthy child. I pulled back the member that had been poking her buttocks, made the witch crawl on all fours on the floor, and tore the back of her robe as well. Rip, rip! The robe covering her backside was torn into four pieces in an instant. Beneath the robe, which had been torn from the hip line, her mature, ripe buttocks and lush thicket were revealed.

"Sss-up." I lowered my head and smelled the witch's nether regions. It just smelled like a typical woman's crotch; there was no sweet scent or fruity flavor like Line's. It seemed that was just Line's unique trait. "Hehehe, then let's have a good time from now on. You woke me from my deep sleep, didn't you?"

"Y-you're trying to do this with a human! You're insane!"

The witch denounced me with a face full of disgust and contempt. But I am the only existence in a world where human-lovers are treated worse than beasts that actually advocates for fucking humans. Even if the whole world points fingers at me for being a human-lover, I will not succumb to that humiliation and will shove my fingers into her vagina.

Squish. I shoved my fingers into the witch's nether regions. Unlike her daughter's, which was tight even with one, the hole that already accepted three fingers was wider than the entrance to my dungeon cave.

"Then, let's taste—"

"S-stop...! Please!"

'Should I take her as a prisoner?' I'd caught her, but there was no special method. I pushed my glans into May's nether regions, thinking I'd just fuck her first and see what happened. There was no foreplay. The witch's back arched like a bow, but she swung her sword at me with desperate resolve. Clang! I showed off my strength by striking the flat of the blade with my fist. The witch closed her eyes and resigned herself. While she was prone on the floor, I grabbed her protruding side-breast.

May ( ★★★, Lv 47 / 55 )

"What, I was worried for nothing." She might be able to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠catch a Slime Dragon alone, but unfortunately, she lacked the strength to face me.

"Oh, really?" I grabbed May's right breast and squeezed. It was the perfect position. My answer was 'NO'.

"N-no...!"

"Yes!"

Squelch.