Chapter 137
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Dream Demon (7)
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"..."
I listened to Kakchi's words and fell silent.
I didn't even voice any doubt, like Did I hear that wrong?
Ever since the succubus attack, the way Kakchi looked at me had been fiercely intense.
Eyes brimming with raw excitement and longing.
I figured there was something she wanted to say.
...But I never imagined it would be a plea to ditch the party and leave with her.
"Densi."
Calling her by name after so long made her shoulders flinch.
She bit her lower lip, hesitating, before her mouth cautiously parted.
"Even now, just looking at you like this, Master... I keep thinking back to that time. When you were... so very far away."
Her words pulled my own memories back to those traces of the past.
–Beeeeeeeep!
The transfer trap's deafening roar had shaken the entire floor, wild and urgent.
The battle sparked by those meddling regenerated explorers. Our desperate scramble to escape the trap.
I barely slipped out, but back then, it was impossible for Kakchi and Jermi.
Thud!
So I shoved them away.
–Nooo! Don't go! Don't leave me!!
Kakchi, flung outside the trap, had sobbed and screamed at me not to go.
What had I said in response?
"You told me to stay safe... like we'd never see each other again..."
Densi clenched her fists tight, emotions surging.
Her black hair and pale shoulders trembled.
"...I wanted to save you somehow, Master. I never wanted to go through that again... so I kept pushing, pushing to get stronger..."
Densi's stats skewed wildly toward Agility caught my eye.
Perhaps this was heaven granting her desperate wish never to repeat such a nightmare.
"But even getting stronger—insanely strong—I still feel like one day, you'll just... vanish. Like a mirage..."
Her violet eyes, brimming with moisture, gazed up at me.
"...It's selfish. Purely my own desire. For a slave like me, it's beyond presumptuous. But still..."
With motivation stronger than anything, Kakchi asked me once more.
"Won't you come with me...?"
I fell silent at her plea.
Densi had to head to the 15th floor to meet her master.
The reason she suggested going deeper together, instead of returning to the surface with me? Probably some penalty if she disobeyed.
Pondering it over, I let out a deep sigh and perched on a tree stump.
"Densi. Come sit."
I brushed snow from the spot beside me and patted the ground, but she didn't sit there. Instead, she planted her ass right on my thigh.
Facing me head-on, no turned back.
I sighed again for no reason, but she stared straight at my face, refusing to budge from my lap.
Like she craved every inch of closeness.
Violet eyes met black.
No helping it.
"Come here."
Squiiiish!
I spread my arms, and Densi lunged into them like she'd been waiting her whole life.
With that collar on, it felt like hugging a massive dog tight.
Her body warm despite the snowy chill, soft breasts yielding against my leather armor.
She probably hadn't bathed, yet a gentle, natural scent rose softly.
Feeling her warmth, I patted her back—so small and slender next to mine.
"How's that."
"..."
"Warm, huh?"
"...Y-yes..."
Densi, face buried in my chest, nodded shyly.
"Someone once said feeling body heat means that person's right there with you."
"...That's just common sense."
"Exactly. Common sense. And me being by your side? Just as obvious as that warmth."
"...!"
Densi's body jolted like genuine shock hit her.
Bodies pressed flush, her wild heartbeat thrummed clearly through my chest.
"I have zero plans to let you go. You're mine. So why assume you'll be the one ditching me?"
"Hnn! Th-that's..."
I knew. I'd heard the gist.
Just anxiety.
From living through something like it once.
To ease that, I crushed her tighter in my arms.
"...Hnnng..."
Pat. Pat.
Each gentle palm-stroke on her pale back sent little tremors through her.
Endlessly affirming I'm right here with every motion.
Bodies locked, heat shared.
Driving home that we're together.
"..."
Soon, Densi's breaths evened out.
Still clinging tight, she asked softly.
"You can't come with, right?"
I nodded wordlessly.
Forget my own will—practical barriers made it impossible.
Kakchi, anxiety melted by our shared warmth, quit her fussing.
Just one tiny ask.
"Then... just till you leave, hold me a bit tighter...?"
That much?
Cruuuush—
"Hnnng..."
Soft breasts mashed flat, lungs squeezed, Densi moaned in bliss.
"A little more... harder..."
Minutes of hugging like I'd snap her, then Densi peeled off my steaming leather armor, gazing at me all hazy.
She yearned for something fierce but couldn't spit it out.
"Wanna kiss?"
"...Even that okay?"
"You groped my balls already."
"Hee. R-true."
Blushing with a smile, Densi nudged my helmet halfway up.
Lips and jaw bared, her face closed in.
Warm, wet lips brushed mine gently.
Her heat and saliva thawed my chilled mouth.
The kiss: short, sweet.
Savoring that bliss, her lips trailed to my neck.
Smoooch—
"Kuh..."
Teeth and lips nipping firm.
Thrill lingered; Kakchi pulled back, thumbing her lips.
My neck gleamed in her eyes. Kiss mark bold as hell.
"...Even outside the labyrinth, see this and think of me. Promise. Don't forget."
"Gotcha."
Worrier to the end.
"...One last thing before you go...?"
Greedy too.
I nodded wryly; she seized my arm.
Small warm hand molded my huge thick fingers into a fist.
Then set it on her lower belly...
Right over her womb.
"...Mark me here. That I'm yours, Master."
Thud!
She slammed my fist down, crushing her own womb hard.
"So anyone sees... I'm Master's..."
A woman's most sacred spot, meant for tender care, pulverized merciless by a massive male fist.
"Rough... clear... permanent...♡"
Densi's face burned with thrill and eager heat.
In pitch-black void, a woman in a doll's body opened her eyes.
Hundreds of years since she'd unwillingly claimed this numb shell.
Yet rising still brought that unfamiliar languor.
Too lazy to move it herself, she trailed mana threads long to puppeteer the form.
Cascading locks swayed; limbs flowed smooth, flawless.
Who'd peg this as a doll?
To most: just a beauty stirring from bed.
She idly caressed thousands upon tens of thousands of dolls arrayed before her, then paused on one.
Notable growth lately. One of her rare personal contracts.
"...Can this one make it?"
Talent? Ample. Drive? Compelling. Trusted handler attached? Growth guaranteed.
Still, reaching her 'secret wish' demanded more grind.
Lately, other matters stole her watch.
Stalled already? Time to mull 'disposal.'
Link up quick to check.
High affinity made the link hypersensitive versus others.
Doll's numbness yielding real senses.
Closest to her wish, really.
Casual grab, blessing linked.
View flipped.
Snowy expanse. Floor 12.
The 'link': full sensory sync with her cursed doll.
Threads could marionette it, but mid-growth? Force it, and limbs rip clean off.
So she synced to the kid's motions, peering out.
Snowfield center: helmeted man.
No fight. All serene.
Why him upfront?
Doubt flickered.
Thwaaaack!
"Gehuk?!"
Unseemly grunt burst from her eternal poise.
No panic gap—lower belly sparked electric.
Puppet's feel bleeding into linked doll-flesh.
Impossible womb clenching vise-tight.
Aesthetic-only hips ignited hot.
Struck. What? Fist. Fist. Man's. Male's. Punched? Me? This me?
Cool thoughts snagged, warping.
Hit clean, no pain.
Felt, barely. Tiny.
Void flooded: massive. Huge.
Thwaaaack!
"Groooaaah?!"
Pleasure cascade.
Lifelong unknown. Doll-era too...
Brain-shattering bliss.
Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!
Male fist mangling womb-mouth; aesthetic hips hosed sticky jets.
Her front-row dolls drenched in ages-old fermented slime.
W-wrong. Off. S-something, hnn, broke. Sever link—
Instinct screamed foul; link-cut attempt.
Thwaack!
"Hiiiiaaaahh??!♡"
Spluuuurt!
Fist rammed womb anew; eyes rolled white.
Pain. Pleasure. Brain dough-punched raw.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
Pussy finally live, busted faucet gushing clear slime.
Threads rogue-twisted; each squirt yanked 'em, hips bucking sky-high.
Legs splayed trashy-wide, stretched max.
Bare pale dainty toes spasming wild.
"St-stooop, haaak, stooop, haat...?"
Bliss-pickled brain wringing thought, eyes locked on womb-top fist.
Thud.
Heart plummeted abyss-deep.
Got it instinct-deep.
Not quick jab like before.
Leisurely. Patient.
Slow. Heavy. Womb-wrecker.
Man-top woman to floor-rug bitchmaker.
"P-pleeease stop..."
Crrrruuuush!
"Heek♡"
Spluuuurt!
Thighs gaped limit; pussy-flood poured.
Idiot-busted face, puppet writhing pleasure-mad, twisting berserk.
Snap!
Link severed chance-mid.
But bliss carved not flesh—her brain. Mind snapped too.
"Stooop, stop, p-pl, stooop-pleeease...♡"
Spluuurt!
Busted doll-body? Rhythmic slime-hose only.
Aerial arcs rained her face, body slick.
Convulsions endless; finally, thread-snapped ragdoll flop.
The dollmaster reclaimed wits, salvaged mess: two days, three hours on.