Chapter 122
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: 31. Ego Axe Bunny (6)
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The Demon of Gluttony gazed at the puddle of liquid pooled beneath her.
Even as her mind reeled in a haze from the waves of pleasure she'd never known in life, her eyes were drawn to the white fluid floating atop the puddle.
Gurgle.
A growl rumbled from her stomach, starved from eons of hunger.
She couldn't even remember the last thing she'd eaten.
For the gut of the great demon who claimed Gluttony's throne to rumble like this.
The other Deadly Sins would laugh themselves into a faint if they heard.
Drip— plop—
Each time thick essence dripped from the man's cock, her hunger surged fiercer.
'...It looks delicious.'
Humiliating, but she had no choice but to admit it.
Male bodily fluids she wouldn't have spared a glance at under normal circumstances.
She'd never once considered putting it to her lips, so she didn't know its taste—but you don't need to chow down on shit versus miso to tell them apart.
Obviously fishy, bitter, and revolting.
The sheer injustice of stuffing that dirty, impure liquid into her own mouth, rolling it over her tongue, sliding it down her throat.
But more agonizing than the mere thought of gulping down something that turned her stomach on imagination alone was the gnawing hunger tormenting her right now.
Clank—
As Gluttony bowed her head, the iron chains slackened ever so slightly.
As if granting permission to devour the semen.
"Kh."
Gluttony let out a short groan, glaring daggers at the male before her eyes.
The insolent cur stared down at her with a wordless, sardonic smirk.
An arrogant grin that proclaimed she was finally falling in line.
There wasn't a shred of regard in that gaze for her as a sentient being.
He no longer saw her as even a pet dog...
No, he viewed her as something far more base: a 'tool'.
She, who had always loomed overwhelmingly from above, now dipping her head in submission to a mere cock-swinging male.
Toward a puny worm she'd have pulverized with a flick of her finger in the old days.
Enduring treatment beneath even a human, groveling obsequiously.
Squiiiish...♡
For some inexplicable reason, her lower belly quivered and clenched as Gluttony bobbed her head toward the man.
Pop!
The man vanished without a trace from Gluttony's mental realm.
An eviction decree.
Entry and exit to this space bent solely to Gluttony's will.
The reason for banishing him was simple.
If she let him witness what she was about to do next, it felt like she'd cross a river from which there was no return—forever.
Sluuurp—
Gluttony extended her tongue toward the white liquid bobbing in the puddle of her own squirt.
Like a cat delicately lapping water, she cautiously moistened her lips with semen.
Sluuuurp.
A tentative suck drew it in, blending swiftly with the water to slime across every nook of her mouth.
She meant to swallow in an instant, but the pungent male musk flooded her senses first.
Unpleasant, yet... somehow familiar.
For a week, that vile blacksmith had kept her soulstone steeped in his spit.
Unwittingly, she'd grown accustomed to his saliva.
No, not just accustomed.
Gluttony desperately denied the fact that she was beginning to perceive his semen scent as... fragrant.
Each whiff of his aroma slithering up her throat inexplicably fogged her mind and sent her hips bucking wildly.
"Huuh... Khup... Puhaa..."
The cloying semen went down rough.
Mingled with her juices, yet its density and thickness made swallowing a chore.
Gurrrrgle.
Still hungry. A few drops of cum couldn't fill the void.
Fortunately, the puddle brimmed with more semen.
"I won't lose. I won't yield... You fool... Daring to think this body's conquest with such repulsive waste..."
Sluuurp—
"Kh... Kkh..."
Gulp.
"Puhaa... Trying to sustain this form on nothing but fishy, clotted spunk...? Gulp... Insolent wretch... I'll make you... Gulp... regret it for sure..."
Gulp.
Glurk.
When had it begun, exactly?
"Puhaa..."
Gluttony realized she'd buried her face in the puddle of her own squirt juices.
Tapping the water with her tongue, waiting patiently for globs of semen to drift her way.
"Heuk... Oh, here it comes...!"
When semen-flecked water floated near, she plunged her face in desperately, tongue darting out.
Sluuuurp. Slurp.
Gulp. Gulp.
Between her teeth, beneath her tongue, against her palate, down her gullet.
Not a spot escaped his male reek.
Unbeknownst to herself, Gluttony began savoring the semen as she slurped.
Mmmph.
No hasty gulps—instead, rolling it over her tongue to luxuriate in the scent and flavor.
Only at the very last second, as if loath to part with it, did she let it slide down her throat.
Indisputably fishy and nauseating, yet she couldn't stop drinking.
Her body craved his fluid on instinct.
Each swallow brought a peculiar fulfillment... and even pleasure.
"Puhaa... Heuk..."
Having drained every last bit of the pooled pre-cum, Gluttony silently raised her head.
Her slack, melted face and tousled bangs were plastered thick with semen and pussy nectar.
Gurrrrgle.
All the semen guzzled, yet hunger lingered.
But she couldn't summon him just yet.
In her depleted state, reinviting him to her mental world would take at least a month.
"...A whole month... to endure this starvation...?"
In other words, a full month before she could taste his semen again.
Overcome by nameless despair, Gluttony bowed her head once more.
To lap even the smears clinging to the floor.
Clank!
The chains pinned her, but Gluttony licked frantically at the remnants.
Even amid this, her mind churned slowly.
Devising future schemes while swearing never to forget this humiliation.
'In the end, he's the only one who can break these bonds.'
Right. This was mere pretense, nothing more.
'Play the sniveling tool under him, obeying his every whim without fail.'
Let him gradually trust her as a reliable instrument, build faith in her utility.
And at the climax, persuade him to sever these chains with his own hands.
'Then smash the back of his skull and break free from this axe.'
All for her full resurrection.
That semen-spewing brat was just a worthless male under her heel, anyway.
Gluttony harbored not a flicker of doubt about her victory.
Slurp. Sluuuurp. Sluuurp—
Rubbing her lips, tongue, and face against the floor to hoover up the semen, Gluttony murmured softly.
"Absolutely, absolutely not because of the semen..."
Definitely not because she craved his semen.
She was simply famished.
Any food would do; it didn't have to be his spunk.
Slurp. Smack. Slurp.
"Sleeeurp... Slurp... Mmm...♡"
With such thoughts, Gluttony kept lapping at the floor-stuck semen.
"...Kan. Balkan?"
When I snapped back to reality, Zirnier was snapping her fingers right in front of my eyes.
"Spacing out gripping the axe? Heh. Overwhelmed by my masterpiece, huh?"
Giggling, Zirnier jabbed my ribs with her elbow.
Crash!
The nudge sent my body toppling backward as-is.
I hadn't adjusted to the abrupt shift in reality.
"...Huh? Y-You're okay, right?! Sorry! Didn't think you'd actually fall...!"
"...N-No, I'm fine. The... weapon's pretty awesome."
Flustered, Zirnier thrust out a hand in haste.
I clasped her rough, callus-covered palm and hauled myself up.
Sensing the odd vibe around me, Zirnier spoke first.
"Something up? What's wrong?"
"Well, actually..."
I recounted what happened with Bunny.
Of course, I skipped the blush-worthy bits like pussy-squelching or hip-thrusting pre-cum barrages.
'Wouldn't have dared try that on a normal person to begin with.'
Such brazen acts were possible only because I viewed Bunny as my 'possession' or 'unruly tool'.
"...Bunnygirl? That so?"
Contrary to my guess, Zirnier cocked her head at the Bunny tale.
"You didn't know? Chains and all—I figured you did it."
"Nah, news to me. All I did was steep Gluttony's soulstone in your... y'know, spit. Tweaked it so you could handle the ego ability easier."
The soulstone's ego was Bunny incarnate.
In essence, unbeknownst to her, Zirnier had laced my saliva around chains empowering my control over Bunny.
Come to think of it, when she handed over the axe, Zirnier showed zero odd symptoms.
"...Heard plenty about ego soulstone gear causing whispers or hallucinations when swinging or sleeping. But never a vivid entity like yours."
Had my story hooked the smith?
Zirnier rattled on with genuine excitement.
"Deadly Sin-grade soulstone effect? First time forging with stuff like this, so who knows. Research material for sure. Or you two just click perfectly!"
"...Think so?"
I stared quietly at the massive relic axe in my grip.
[......]
Bunny remained utterly mute.
Well, subdued for the moment at least.
Shouldn't need much minding for a while.
"Anyway, time for this baby's rundown. How to wield the ego power..."
She followed up with weapon specs.
Ego weapons pack special might akin to labyrinth relics.
Typically artifact-overkill; ego rank determines relic parity or beyond.
Abilities utterly bizarre and astounding—fitting for one dubbed 'Gluttony'.
"Not my place as smith, but don't lean too hard on a sweet weapon. It's a tool at heart. Got it?"
"Naturally."
One's core strength comes first.
Weapons are tools, end of story.
No designs on becoming its tool.
"Named her yet?"
"A name?"
"Beloved blades need names. Sword Saint's Black Edge, our No.1, 2, 3."
Click. Clack.
The mech-arm trio swarmed Zirnier, waving cheerily at me.
Naming weapons, huh...
"I temp-named it Black Emperor Root. Black-and-gold axe vibes."
'Fetal name' made my head swim, but Zirnier's sense hit harder.
'Never let Zirnier name jack.'
I slapped the familiar moniker on the axe.
"Bunny. Bunny it'll be."
"Bunny? That work for you?"
Fair point.
Way too cutesy for an oversized brute-axe oozing barbarity, dwarfing most grown men...
'But the soul inside's peak bitch.'
Fine by me.
"Love Bunny."
"Whatever floats your boat. So, ready to roll?"
"Huh? Where?"
"Day I birthed my ultimate kid—what else is there?"
New moms crave booze first, they say.
Snickering, Zirnier crooked a finger.
"Drinking, duh!"
Called it.
Her lanky build fools you sometimes, but Zirnier's half-dwarf.
70% alcohol by body mass—booze fiend incarnate.
"Promised drinking buddy for the weapon, yeah?"
"You bet."
I nodded eagerly at her sly elbow-nudges and grin.
This axe for some drunken venting? Pocket change.
Months of it? Still yes.
"Hehe. Sweet. Let's hit it!"
Pre-booze hype surging, Zirnier fist-pumped the sky.
We synced strides toward Diana's tavern.
Last hurrah before the labyrinth.