Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: The Cherished Dildo Carried Another Woman's Scent
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After a few more hours of tender lovemaking with Diana, it was late afternoon.
"Ellie... seems to be sleeping in her room."
She must have gone into the room next to mine to rest.
–Hic, huh, ugh...
The inn's soundproofing was nothing special. Focusing my hearing, I could make out her groans of misery.
"Sounds like she's got a pretty bad hangover from that rough breathing."
"Guess I'll make some warm soup for breakfast tomorrow. I'll prep the ingredients down here, so you head up and get some rest."
"Sure."
Somehow, we'd jumped straight into drinks the moment we arrived, then spent the next day tangled up in bed with Diana, so I hadn't even unpacked my bag.
They said my usual room was being cleaned, so I'd crashed in another one and dumped my stuff there.
"Hah... this is gonna cost a fucking fortune."
Inside the bag were the wrecked armor and axe I'd shoved in.
The leather armor Diana had gifted me was torn to shreds—beyond saving—and the axe from Edelbert was split clean in half.
The Great Helm had its lower jaw guard half-smashed too.
I set aside the intact gear—the greaves and Zirnier Besil's Double-Edged Axe—then stuffed the ruined pieces back in the bag.
'Still, I should get them repaired as best I can.'
Too valuable to toss. Both could've easily lasted to the 8th floor, but we'd run into that freak disaster.
"You... you little shit."
I wrapped my hand in the Blessing of Radiance and gripped the Abomination's Soulstone.
The Abomination's Soulstone writhed and shuddered the instant it touched the radiant light, like it was in agony.
'What the hell is this thing, anyway.'
Soulstones were used in artifact crafting and all sorts of refining, and they dropped so rarely they were priceless... but at the end of the day, they were just monster byproducts.
'Never heard of one reacting like it has a mind of its own.'
Zirnier suddenly crossed my mind.
The way he'd clocked it as a Minotaur Grandmaster's soulstone the moment I showed it to him.
'As a top-tier blacksmith, he's gotta know his stuff.'
Perfect timing. I needed my gear fixed anyway.
I decided to swing by Zirnier's workshop tomorrow.
I finished sorting things out, flopped onto the bed, and mentally ran through my to-do list.
'Gotta train with Edelbert again, settle up party shares, and Ellie's graduation's coming up soon...'
Maybe it was the empty balls, but sage mode hit, and my thoughts sharpened.
Staring at the inn ceiling, lost in thought, I made one firm resolution.
My vague goal list—just "find little sis and conquer the Labyrinth"—got a new addition.
'Get stronger than Diana.'
I needed to power-level faster. Grind harder. Roll like a dog.
'Only then can I have real sex with her.'
Gulp. My balls started churning out fresh sperm.
People really do thrive on clear, tangible goals right in front of them.
Taking down the Abomination this Labyrinth run had netted me a whopping 7 levels.
A reward worthy of the ordeal, a massive power spike... but I was still miles from catching Diana.
'Gotta push harder.'
Back to square one, yet again.
Same shit to do.
Chase strength. Dive the Labyrinth.
Rest was key to maintaining condition for the grind.
One step back for three steps forward.
I let out a big yawn and crashed right away.
Balkan woke before dawn.
He went through his usual routine: light stretching, meditation, the works.
'Couldn't wash up, though.'
Diana always fetched and changed the water bucket for his sponge bath, but last night she'd said she hadn't had time lately.
–I-It's true...! I w-was just a l-little busy with the deep cleaning...
It was just Diana making excuses, of course.
She'd been too busy furiously masturbating in Balkan’s room to tend to inn chores, but he had no clue.
He just figured she must've been swamped and let it go.
Sniff sniff.
Smelling his body, there was sweat mixed with some indescribably alluring scent.
Hardly surprising—he'd been glued to Diana, pounding away relentlessly from dinner two nights ago till last night.
'Wonder if I can hit up the temple's purification chamber again.'
Their facilities beat even high-end palace baths. The water was fresh holy water, not recycled.
But after some thought, he scrapped the idea.
'Unless it's Serif's private one, the men's side would be a hassle.'
He really didn't want to use the men's purification room.
Felt like he'd come out a totally different person. He shook his head.
He'd ask for a private session next time he went for a miracle blessing. For now, he'd deal with the grime.
Best would be a proper bathhouse, but gear repairs were gonna eat his wallet.
Time to pinch pennies with a frugal mindset.
Still worlds better than weeks unwashed in the Labyrinth, so he shrugged it off, changed out of his sleep clothes, and got dressed.
'Come to think of it, I barely have any decent clothes left.'
Every Labyrinth dive wrecked his armor and left him banged up, shredding whatever he wore underneath.
His one good piece was the black cotton t-shirt he'd gotten after the temple purification.
Worth investing a bit in clothes, even if money was tight.
Kept the rape risk down and preserved basic human dignity.
Couldn't go back to sackcloth days.
He'd swing by the market district for some cheap threads.
'Maybe invite Diana along when she goes shopping for ingredients later. Could be like a date.'
Sounded kinda romantic. He mulled it over as he left the room.
Heading downstairs, the savory aroma of soup wafted up from the kitchen.
"Ah, sleep well, Balkan?"
Diana stirred the massive pot on the stove and gave him a soft smile.
Softer than any she'd shown before.
She looked utterly relaxed, like a weight had lifted from her heart.
Made sense.
Balkan's sincerity yesterday had given her huge peace of mind.
The self-loathing thought that she was just a girl providing a bed and meals? It vanished without a trace amid orgasms from his thick, aged semen injection.
'I'm the one he shared his first kiss with.'
Realizing that alone melted away her jealousy and anxiety toward other women, replaced by soaring psychological bliss.
'A-and... w-we basically had s-sex too, right...? Yeah...!'
She was Balkan's first woman.
Etching that into her brain filled her with immense joy—she even came lightly just from the thought.
"P-putting the helmet back on?"
"Feels weirder without it now."
Diana glanced at his helmeted face with a satisfied smile.
She knew what lay beneath now.
It thrilled her, but worried her too. Balkan's face was too dangerous.
Beggars or outlaws might be fine, but if branded criminals spotted it...
He'd get kidnapped, limbs hacked off, and sold as a premium living dildo slave for over 100 gold—no doubt.
Horrifying just to imagine.
"Right. Make sure you keep it covered. Here's your soup, Balkan... Oh, Ellie?"
Diana glanced behind her, prompting Balkan to turn.
Ellie stood there, cheeks puffed out, glaring daggers at them.
"Sleep okay, Ellie?"
"...Yeah. You too, old—uh, I mean, did you sleep well?"
She'd almost said "Mom's man slept well?" but caught herself.
'No. Slow. Gotta take it slow.'
Stare—
Ellie eyed how Balkan and her foster mom were pressed right together.
Last time she'd seen them, there'd been a tiny gap. Now? Zero.
'...No way to wedge in there.'
No opening. They were too tight-knit.
Unless she had some fatal flaw as a woman or human, squeezing between her foster mom and this guy seemed impossible.
Like...
'If she couldn't take a dick in her pussy...'
Nothing that extreme, and she had no shot at victory.
No normal woman had defects that crippling.
So Ellie switched tactics.
Stare—
Not her foster mom's solid right side—Balkan's left.
That was her target spot.
Mom and daughter sharing one man.
Defied heavenly principles, but Ellie needed his attention that bad.
'It's all Balkan's fault for seducing a mom-daughter duo!'
But she couldn't badmouth him. Her own obsession was worse.
Zing.
Ellie shot Diana a declaration-of-war glare.
"...? Soup? Hungover and feeling rough?"
"......"
Diana smiled gently with hooded eyes, offering Ellie the bowl with a kind face.
Her fingertips trembled slightly.
It had taken real resolve for Diana to reach out like this, trying to bond with Ellie.
'Urgh...!'
Ellie's conscience stabbed as she faced Diana's pure kindness.
This woman took such good care of her, yet here she was—a vulgar daughter—scheming to steal and seduce the promising beau her doting foster mom had finally found after retiring to a leisurely life.
"...Thanks."
Ellie couldn't meet her eyes, took the bowl with shaking hands.
"No need to get all worked up over a little thing. Come eat."
Diana patted Ellie's back.
Soon, the mom-daughter duo and one man sat at a nearby table for an early breakfast.
Balkan grunted as he scooted his chair, eyeing Ellie plop down right beside him.
"...Isn't this a bit too close?"
"I'm fine with it. Unless... you don't like me next to you?"
"No, it's not that..."
Ellie pressed in closer than usual today, her body right there in view.
Her smooth, soft white thighs peeking from her skirt squished audibly against his rock-hard muscled ones—from this range, crystal clear.
Way past normal couple comfort zones.
"...Plenty of space at the table."
"I like being next to you."
"Uh... okay then?"
Nothing more to say to that.
"..."
Balkan glanced at Diana, who watched Ellie with an odd look.
Ellie artfully dodged Diana's gaze, scooping a big spoonful of soup.
V-card virgin Balkan sweated between them for no reason.
'Something's...'
Something was brewing.
The breakfast that felt oddly heavy ended.
Balkan shouldered his bag stuffed with gear for repairs and left the inn.
Destination: Zirnier's workshop in the weapon district.
Stepping into the upscale storefront—fancier than the rest—an employee blocked the entrance.
"Ahem. Judging by your look, you're a junior explorer. This ain't the place for trash li–"
'This the new Ellie-blocker they hired?'
Seemed they'd replaced the last one already.
"Hey, just let him in."
"Pardon? But–"
"No questions. Let him through."
"Y-yes sir!"
A staffer who remembered Balkan being escorted down by Employee #1 last time shut the new guy's mouth.
"Here to see Zirnier again?"
"Yes. Available now?"
"Ah... someone just went in. Lemme check."
The friendly staffer fiddled with a finger-shaped device.
"What's that?"
"Artifact to contact Zirnier. Staff only—made by him personally."
That cleared up the mystery. Then Employee #1 bounded up from the basement stairs, finger jumping excitedly.
That crude mechanical arm.
Creepy to some, but endearingly quirky every time.
#1 reached Balkan and scribbled on the floor.
Rough language. Hated the guy that much?
Shame. Zirnier was tied up.
Balkan agreed to return that evening and left the smithy.
Schedule shifted. Might as well train first.
He hoofed it to the Explorer's Union building.
The place buzzed with crowds as always. He hopped straight into the Union Leader exclusive elevator.
"...Hey, wait. The fuck? Who let this psycho in?"
"Uh, Leader's disciple..."
"What? No fucking way?"
Some explorers gawked in shock.
"That guy's off to get milked again..."
"Heh, no way."
"Nah, a stud like the Leader's gotta be pent-up. Can't keep hands off a body like that... Whoa, I wasn't slandering the Leader! Mercy just this once– Gack!"
Others gossiped nonsense till Union enforcers cracked their skulls.
"...Smell semen anywhere?"
"Sniff sniff. Hng... Ooooh... R-real... Sniff... Thick as hell... Hng..."
Dog and cat beastkin explorers with sharp noses sniffed the air, rubbing their thighs.
Basking in the stares, the elevator doors shut and shot to the top.
"How's the welcome calibration?"
"All done. Ready whenever."
Edelbert chatted with a middle-aged woman.
Black high ponytail, red eyes, smooth brown skin.
Cat beastkin for sure—no ears, bored black tail drooping.
Next: Diana-level baby-milk dispensers, plump soybean pouch, lean sex-on-legs physique.
Plus that magnetic leotard pulling every eye.
Hell to fight the boner.
'Never gets less stunning.'
Balkan tore his eyes from Edelbert's body and called out.
"Master–"
Flick!
Before he finished, she snapped her head up, locking eyes.
Sniff sniff.
"Eek...!"
She stumbled back, reeling from Balkan's scent.
"...? What's wrong?"
Edelbert touched her fluttering lower belly, facing his calm question.
Beastkin noses were razor-sharp.
Especially a warrior like Edelbert—hers was untouchable.
So she caught every whiff pouring off him.
Born warrior and Curse of Dick Denial owner Edelbert analyzed the lewd aroma in her mind.
'5 months, 3 days, 17 hours, 24 minutes of thickly aged ovulation-trigger baby-batter from the sperm vault, fed into Diana's mouth, released 15 times via ass and thigh play, now faintly lingering...'
Edelbert held her breath.
Her pampered dildo reeked of another woman.
Paang! Pang!
Her excited tail whipped, cracking like a lash.