Running Away From Home Means Hardship (2)
“Kuuuwaaaah—!”
I saw the monster's tentacle whipping toward me with a hideous roar.
There was no dodging it.
If I dodged, it would slam right into the people behind me.
So.
“Huuuuh...!”
I focused my recovery power into my legs and waist, bracing to take the incoming tentacle head-on.
With a thud, my arms snapped from blocking the monster's swing, but my feet stayed planted firmly on the ground, holding steady against the impact.
One turn endured. Now it was my go.
Crunch...!
I channeled recovery into my broken arms, and as they healed in a flash, I drove my fist forward.
Thwack—my fist sank into the monster's squishy body.
“Kuu...?”
And there was the monster, looking perfectly fine even after taking my punch.
“Fuck my life.”
This was a werewolf-powered haymaker, and it didn't even scratch the damn thing.
Not just the squishiness—the way it jiggled on impact dispersed all the force.
Physical damage clearly wasn't landing right. Objectively, my strength could pulverize rock with a punch, but this thing didn't even flinch.
How the hell had Lilith dismantled one of these barehanded like it was nothing...?
Anyway, one thing was clear.
“We're fucked.”
All I had were werewolf super-recovery and brute strength.
Super-recovery just made me a punching bag, and brute strength meant shit against this jelly blob.
If the area were wider and I could move freely, my werewolf senses and extras might've changed things.
But fuck, with the injured folks behind me, I couldn't even do that—stuck standing there taking hits like a dog.
Small mercy: getting smacked by those tentacles hurt like hell but wasn't fatal.
“Fuck...”
Just barely not fatal—that was the problem.
I needed a stinger. Something fair, one shot each and we're both fucked.
And right then, as I thought it—a sharp sting hit my hand, and it burst out.
“Uh...”
A spike about a handspan long punched through my skin.
No—a stinger.
I knew what it was the second I saw it.
Back when Liliana submitted to me, she'd explained the basics of Wearhoneybee traits.
So yeah, this spike from my hand? Wearhoneybee stinger.
“No, fuck, why the hell now?”
I'd wished for a stinger, and it straight-up gave me one.
Wearhoneybee stingers were like honeybee ones—similar specs.
Not quite the “inject and your guts spill out” type, but it drained so much strength you'd collapse from exhaustion.
Liliana said it was their deadliest weapon, packing insane poison damage.
Some Wearhoneybees even overdid it and died right after firing. Never thought I'd see one sprout from my hand.
But...
“Kuuuwaaaah—!”
The monster, pissed at me blocking again, started yanking out more tentacles. Looked like my punch turning into a Honeybee Punch wasn't the priority.
Hell, maybe I should be grateful it gave me a real stinger when I needed one.
“Fuck...!”
Incoming tentacles.
I tanked them with my body again.
Crack—bones shattered on impact.
“Puh...!”
Mangled organ bits sprayed from my mouth.
But I didn't drop.
So now, my turn.
Recovery surged through my wrecked body as I clenched my fist.
“Take this, you fucking bitch.”
Schiiing—the stinger extended further, ripping through my hand.
From a palm's length to over three spans—now a proper spear.
Kiiiiing—
Aiming to stab deep, I focused my eyes on the monster's center. A glow appeared smack in the middle of its massive body.
Not like I was curious about its erogenous zones or anything.
After using it so much, I could see not just those, but actual ki flows. This time, I spotted the monster's ki path.
Anyway, it confirmed what I'd suspected.
Like the elf-looking thing Lilith had beaten to pieces inside one of these.
This blob had something similar deep inside.
Right in that spot.
“Die—!”
Honeybee Punch!
My fist plunged into the monster's torso again.
But this time, more squelch than thud.
“Kuu...?”
And again, the fucker looked fine after my Honeybee Punch.
No, fuck.
Where's the poison damage...?
Maybe not instant? That's what I thought—
“Grruuuh...!”
Strength drained from my whole body, and I felt the stinger inside the monster spinning wildly.
“F-fuck...?”
Exhaustion like I'd super-recovered five-plus times.
All my power sucked dry, then—boom!—the stinger fired from my spinning Honeybee Punch.
FWOOOM—!
A massive boom as it blasted straight through the monster's body.
“Kuu... wha...?”
Windpipe punched through its core, the monster stared at the hole in disbelief.
And there—in the center, just like Lilith's—was a long-eared bitch.
“Puhak...!”
Bad spot—her whole chest cavity was cored out, blood gushing as she hacked it up.
“Dead...?”
Chest blown open? Had to be.
But then.
“KUUUAAAAHHH—!!!!”
The blob writhed, sealing the hole with a roar. Not dead yet.
“Shit, fuck.”
Incoming tentacles.
Couldn't dodge.
Not wouldn't—couldn't, strength sapped.
One hit, and no recovery would save me.
Dead.
For real.
“Bullshit...!”
I whipped open the Jotaechang, cranked my dick to exactly 30cm, dumped every remaining point into virility.
Virility—not just jizz, but stamina, endurance, life force overall.
Plenty left after the length tweak; slamming it all in flooded me with vitality.
So I funneled it all into another Honeybee Punch.
Kiiiiing...!
Fwsh—second stinger burst from my mangled hand.
Spinning fiercely on launch.
Now I knew the trick.
Could fire without swinging.
So.
“Eat this again—and die, you fucking shit!”
Aimed fist and stinger at the monster.
The first punch had worked a bit—the glow dimmed. I fired again at it.
FWOOOM—stinger pierced incoming tentacles, skewering the body once more.
“Fuuuuck...!”
Recoil knocked me flat; I saw the fresh hole.
This time, the elf bitch's head was gone too.
“Kuu... wha...”
That one's toast. Head blown off? Done.
But then.
“KUUUAAAAH—!”
Writhing, tentacles filled the head gap.
“Mommy, just die already, you fuck...”
Exhausted as hell.
Barely any strength left to move.
The third Honeybee Punch, forged from my last gasp, was tiny and cute—doubt it'd dent the thing.
But...
“...You did well, Hanjo.”
I'd bought enough time.
Shaking tails.
Golden tails gleamed.
Crunch—!
Then Lilith, ripping out the sprawled monster—and the elf inside—whole.
“KUUAAAAHHH—!”
The monster thrashed tentacles in desperation, but final-form Lilith didn't budge, yanking the elf out like a heart.
Splurch—elf fully extracted. The blob flailed tentacles a few times, then slumped.
Hoaran, watching like me, said,
“It seems pulling out the host inside saps its power. But while the host lives inside, neither dies.”
So best to burn it all away.
Her voice was ice-cold, chilling—and reassuring as fuck.
With my last strength, I mumbled,
“Mommy Punch...!”
“I know not the details, but fear not. This one shall discipline it.”
Hoaran spread talismans.
Flutter—they wrapped the monster.
“Burn to ash in karmic flames.”
They ignited.
ROOOAR—!
“KUUUAAAAHH!!”
The thing that shrugged off two Honeybee Punches screamed and rampaged, but the talisman barrier held.
Hoaran just watched, trapping it to burn out.
“GRRAAAAHHH...!”
Then, from the crisping blob—regenerated face of the elf bitch screamed.
But soon, she charred too.
End.
Real end.
...Can't hold on anymore.
Situation over. Time to pass out in peace.