Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Diana Conquest Operation
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First, I scoured every corner of the inn using Perception.
'No signs of life from inside at all.'
The guests who'd been staying long-term seemed to have all checked out.
Then, I immediately sensed something unfamiliar. One room felt completely empty, beyond the reach of my Perception.
But I knew what was there.
'The dining hall's back room... Diana's private quarters...'
Was it under some special ward? Diana's room didn't register on Perception at all.
I stopped scanning the inn with Perception and paused to think.
'Nowhere else to go.'
It was too late. I could find another inn, sure, but it'd cost a ridiculous amount.
After blowing cash on Labyrinth prep, now was the time to pinch pennies. Settlement with Joey Hog's party wouldn't come until tomorrow night anyway.
Besides, lately, my status at the inn was basically Diana's personal diner buddy.
Before, I'd settled the overdue room and board with silver coins I'd gotten as change from Zirnier.
– Room and board are on the house if you keep staying here. Think of it as employee perks.
Diana had said that, letting me crash indefinitely.
'A closure day just means no new guests—not kicking out staff.'
As Diana's employee, waltzing in and bunking down like usual should be fine.
No issues, surely.
But my thoughts drifted elsewhere.
'Diana's curse... rampage... female... living sex toy...'
I wasn't sure exactly, but piecing together my chat with Ethelbert, Diana seemed afflicted by a curse that ramped up sexual urges.
And when those urges spiked, they called it a rampage.
"Haha. Nah, no way."
I chuckled.
Nothing like that in all my time with Diana.
Even if Ethelbert was telling the truth, I trusted Diana.
She'd saved me from those damn beggars.
And more? Even after I mauled those soft, hefty tits like a maniac, she apologized, blaming herself. That's Diana.
I couldn't picture her succumbing to mere lust.
Screeech–
I pushed open the inn door. The dim tavern came into view.
No trace of the usual rowdy festival vibe—shouting, eating, drinking. Dead silent.
Tavern lights were out, but Diana was always in the kitchen.
Not tonight. Kitchen lights off too.
The whole place felt oppressively dark. Unsettling, even.
'...Yeah. Day off, late hour—Diana's probably crashed in her room.'
Two weeks underground without seeing her sucked, but tomorrow was another chance.
Vowing to catch her in the morning, I headed straight to my room.
Exhausted. Just wanted to crash.
Tiptoeing up the stairs to avoid waking her, I reached the second floor.
Room 201. My door, right there.
Screech–
I turned the knob and opened it.
Thud!
"...?"
The door cracked open—just a sliver—then slammed shut.
From inside.
Stunned by the weirdness for a second, a familiar voice echoed from within.
"B-Balkan...? Is that you, Balkan...?"
Voice thick with shock. Dripping with worry.
Unmistakably Diana's.
'Wait, is that really Diana...?'
But it felt off. Strangely alien.
Not her usual laid-back drawl.
This was hotter, stickier—like molten honeyed moans.
'Why's Diana even in here? No presence at all?'
The situation was bizarre.
Perception blanked it, no signs of life—how, why was she in my room?
'Oh. Fresh linens maybe?'
Made sense. Her level too high for my Perception to pick up.
"W-Wait... just... hnn... hold on a sec... please..."
Diana's voice sounded dazed.
I waited by the door for her to open up.
Meanwhile, I checked myself.
Fresh from the Labyrinth, unwashed, reeking of sweat.
Wouldn't wanna soil fresh sheets right away—better wipe down first.
Screeech.
The door finally creaked open. I stopped thinking and looked.
Two meters tall gives a high vantage. Room interior hit me instantly.
"...?"
Expected tidy. It was wrecked.
Bed especially.
White mattress cover soaked through, visible wet spots. Mysterious fluids splattered the floor nearby.
'Just cleaning up? Spill something?'
Door fully open.
Whoosh–
A humid, sweltering wave hit—tingling, ripe like overripe fruit.
Room thick with Diana's scent. Nostrils filled. Brain invaded by her pheromones.
Head-spinning at first whiff. Pure, exquisite female musk.
There, in the doorway: Diana, the source.
'...Her level dropped?'
Leading digit shifted. From 7 to 6. Even lower.
Possible? With curses, maybe.
"Balkan... it's really you..."
Status distracted me briefly, but her sticky voice yanked my gaze back.
Diana looked worlds from her usual composed self.
Hair sweat-matted to neck and face. Gray dress haphazardly thrown on, soaked translucent in spots.
But most glaring: her lower belly.
Impossible to miss.
"Haa... hnn..."
Each heated breath made it twitch. Pink glow mixed with inky blackness pooling there.
'That...'
Familiar darkness.
'The darkness from when I met that [Existence].'
The shadow threatening the light-borne [Existence]!
Now gathering in Diana.
Suddenly, her lower belly bloomed with a lewd pattern—like a womb portal fused with a heart.
'...The filtered curse? Slu■ Dri■ Corrup■ Gate's Curse?'
What got censored? Too short to guess.
"Balkan..."
Diana exhaled hotly.
Always-closed eyes half-open, unfocused, just drinking me in.
Drool pooled from slack lips, holy nectar wetting the floor.
Sloppy, off—Diana wasn't right.
"D-Diana...?"
Trying to sort the scene.
Squeeze–
"I was so worried..."
Diana lunged, hugging tight. Voice full of relief, gratitude for my return.
Her fatty breastplate crushed against my iron one.
Frozen at first by the earnest embrace, I gently patted her back.
Scene baffling, but she worried—that much was clear.
"...Thanks for worrying. Made it back safe. Diana."
"......"
Embrace succeeded.
Why? Felt like my third Labyrinth run finally wrapped.
We clung for about ten seconds.
Starting to pull away awkwardly—then she wouldn't let go.
Wants longer? Fine by me. I held another minute.
Squeeeze–
Ten minutes passed.
"...?"
Grip–
Thirty minutes.
"Di-Diana? Ngh..."
"Hehe..."
What? Can't break free. Diana's dead serious, not releasing.
Power gap crushed me—couldn't budge her casual hug.
She pressed closer. Massive tits squished softly against my chestplate.
Arms locked around my obliques and neck.
She tiptoed, whispering in my ear.
"Not letting go... not anymore..."
"Diana! Urk, snap out of it!"
Her fevered tone, ragged breaths—situation turning weird.
"Snnif... haa... Balkan's scent... Balkan's..."
Diana buried her nose in my neck, inhaling deep. Pure sweat-stink, yet she shuddered in ecstasy.
Breasts ground against my plate with each gasp.
Sweat-drenched body pinned me, drooling like before prime rib.
Half-lidded eyes shifting from amber to pink.
And most of all.
Squish. Squuuish.
Hips thrust forward, grinding her lower belly into my crotch.
Thump♡ Thump♡
Felt the womb-heart pattern pulsing against me.
Couldn't stay rational. My central rod twitched. Had stirred entering the room, but I gritted teeth, endured.
Diana now? Clearly not herself.
"Press here... squish... fill my womb... stab deep..."
Diana's curse rampaging
– Diana in curse rampage: Labyrinth city's most dangerous female.
– Won't stop you pledging lifelong as Diana's living sex toy.
Ethelbert's words clicked fully. Spot on, no lies.
Right now,
Diana was the Labyrinth city's deadliest female.
"Hnn, haaa... Balkan, Balkaaan..."
"Urk!"
Thump!
Eyes fully pink, she shoved me rough onto the bed.
I flew like a frail maiden, crashing against the wall and tumbling onto the mattress.
Diana advanced.
"Day by day, hornier... staring at my cleavage... brushing tits 'accidentally'... reeking of male, stripping your tee like a perv in front of me... why?!"
"Th-That's... Diana, snap out first!"
No defense, ten mouths short. Honestly, she was too lenient. But this—
Squuuuish–
"Ngh..."
"Every time I see you... know how hard I held back? Huh?"
Diana muttered, straddling my waist.
Massive ass—too big for yoga pants—crushed my groin.
Pattern still thumping on her belly.
"This... annoys me..."
Crunch–
Bare hands shredded my 40-silver chestplate.
Witnessing the impossible, I shut up.
Problem: Underneath? Just undies. Nothing else.
"Haa...♡"
Diana gazed down from above, admiring the view.
Abs citywide kink bait
Pecs → Neck → Helmeted face
Abs (universal thirst trap here), pecs, neck.
And my helmeted mug.
Her face crumpled seeing it.
"Haaaa... ugh... uuuuuugh...! Aaaaaah!"
Clutching her head, wailing in agony.
Like reason battling instinct to devour me.
Pink eyes flickering back to amber.
Proof the curse hadn't fully claimed her.
'Good.'
Chance.
Could help her fight it now.
Wait, really a chance?
Do nothing, score easy with Diana? Be real, Nam Sujin. You want her. Backed up forever.
Bang guilt-free. This? Rape-adjacent. She'd pamper you lifelong from guilt. Future-proof win? Fuck and enjoy!
Devilish logic. Temptingly sound.
'No. Can't.'
Shook it off. Wrong on every level.
Ruined her future too. Look at her—that mystery pattern pounding her womb, sanity fraying.
If she rapes me? Win for me. Shed crocodile tears, play victim, leech off her—easy street.
But.
'What about Diana's heart?'
Kind soul like her? Lifelong guilt. Tormented daily by tonight.
No matter my words, she'd never forgive harming me under curse sway.
I refused her self-loathing life.
Resolved, action swift.
"Huu, hff...!"
Diana gasped raggedly.
Pattern darkness throbbed harder. Fuck the man below NOW.
Her eyes drowned fully pink.
But I was faster.
'Got an ace too.'
Shiiiine–
Mystical light coiled my arm.
Brilliant glow wrapping me post-[Existence] and fountain fall.
New Labyrinth haul:
All focus into wielding it.
Gut said: this light repels her darkness.
Tough job. Days unconscious maybe—push to limit for even a scratch on her curse.
My right hand brimmed with holy, blinding radiance.
"Hang on just a bit. Diana."
"...?"
Light-wreathed hand pressed her lower belly.
"Nyaaah?!"
Pink-dark pattern shattered under light.
Shwoooosh–
Radiance flooded the room.