Necromancer's Graveyard (2)

'But this still isn't her peak strength, huh?'

Brina was currently operating at the physical level she'd had when they first met in the dungeon, all while still injured. The thought that she'd regain her original abilities and grow even stronger as she leveled up made him feel like he'd picked a damn good onahole. And she wasn't the only one he had. If Slami, tucked away in his inventory, reached stage 4 growth and gained physical capabilities, she'd be usable in combat too.

The fake Monster Summoner unique ability he'd made up might actually become his main fighting style for real.

"Hmm, maybe onaholes made from skeleton monsters are just useless after all."

He'd tried Onahole-fication on a few skeleton warriors and skeleton archers here and there. But as expected from mere mob trash, they had no special skills, and being made of nothing but bones, they turned into onaholes of such a hard, ashen-gray material that they were utterly unusable.

"Not even worth raising."

Deciding to skip skeleton-type monsters from here on out, he pressed forward into the next room.

With Brina swiftly clearing rooms at a blistering pace, they soon reached the dungeon's midpoint.

"About time for the mid-boss, right?"

In a standard 7th-grade dungeon, the formula included a so-called "named" mob mid-boss. These could be a single powerful entity or a group, but they always dropped valuable loot. Money-focused parties often hit just these named mobs and bailed.

Of course, with his and Brina's firepower, he had no intention of doing that.

Opening the door to the mid-boss room, dozens of black silhouettes charged at them through the graveyard fog.

Checking their info via his status window, Han Yeoul's face twisted in a scowl.

"Zombies, of all things."

For a mid-boss, it was a money sink of a monster that dropped nothing worthwhile. Plus, with their rotting, tattered flesh and the stench of decay, they were repulsive to even look at, let alone fight.

"Grraaah—"

"I'll handle them, Master."

Before he could even give the order, Brina—spotting his dislike—leaped ahead and started shredding the enhanced zombie horde.

The horde used their numbers to swarm the front, but these mid-to-low undead, not infused with enough necromantic mana, couldn't keep up with Brina's speed.

Unlike skeletons, the zombies had flesh for added strength and corpse poison as a weapon, but it was useless if they couldn't land a hit. If anything, their rotting meat made them even slower than pure-boned skeletons, turning them into mere stepping stones for Brina's rampage.

"Hup!"

Weaving through the zombies swinging corpse-poisoned claws at her, Brina danced like a whirlwind.

Using Double Jump and Posture Control to trample zombie heads mid-movement, she precisely shattered their cores with her short dagger. The horde cleared out at the same blistering speed as the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠previous trash mobs.

As Brina nearly finished them off, Han Yeoul called out.

"Ah, hold up—I wanna test something with my authority. Subdue one without killing it."

"Understood, Master."

Brina instantly sliced off a zombie's limbs and dropped it at his feet.

"Grraaak?"

Whether intentional or coincidence, the one she'd grabbed was the least decayed. Aside from the severed limbs, it was a clean-looking female zombie, pale and intact.

"I figured a female specimen would be best for testing your authority..."

"Good girl, Brina."

Stroking her soft, untainted hair like one would praise a well-behaved pet, he heard the subdued zombie thrash and wail noisily.

"Grraaak—!"

"Shut up. Onahole-fication."

"Grk—?!"

He cast Onahole-fication straight on the limbless, wriggling, shrieking female zombie. As one of the mid-boss entities in a 7th-grade dungeon, he had hopes it'd differ from the skeletons.

Crunch—

Crack—

The resulting onahole looked like a hunk of meat draped in pallid, bloodless skin. Its core—the pussy—was at least normal-looking, but the nose-assaulting rot stench made using it unthinkable.

"Stick my dick in that, and I'd catch some nasty STD for sure."

"...I agree, Master."

Its only skill was a measly F-grade Corpse Poison, and even that was restricted to undead races—useless to him.

"So onahole value determines the grade, regardless of dungeon rank?"

Made from a 7th-grade mid-boss, and it was still F-grade. Worse, the growth stage was locked at 1 with no potential. Any desire to use it vanished.

With semen already short for Brina and Slami, this would just be a waste.

"Too iffy even for inventory. Can I sell it?"

He'd stashed the earlier skeleton onaholes in his inventory rather than toss them. Space was getting tight, and a stinky one might taint everything, so he checked the Onahole Point Shop sales tab just in case.

"Not bad at all."

Better price than expected—he sold the zombie onahole on the spot. Then he pulled out and sold all the skeleton onaholes from inventory. Skill-less, they fetched only 10 points each, but 12 of them netted 120 points.

Total haul from the trash: 170 Onahole Points.

"No burden to the authority unless mass-producing, so I can just onahole-fy and sell everything from now on."

Plus, selling a skilled onahole unlocked something new in the shop.

"Sold the zombie for 50 points, but buying back its skill costs 500?."

New function was nice, but the pricing screamed typical game merchant scam—full price to buy, half or less to sell.

As he gawked, Brina chimed in from the side.

"Any purchase limits on skills?"

"Limits? Doesn't seem like it."

"Then, with enough points, you could give the same skill to all your onaholes?"

"Huh?"

"You've avoided turning males into onaholes because using them once is needed to unlock skills, right?"

"...Ah! Even if I won't use them, onahole-fy, sell, register the skill—then buy it for onaholes that can use it."

"Our onahole powers are your powers, Master. It expands your options. Reasonable point cost, all things considered."

Her explanation made the new Onahole Skill Purchase ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feature shine brighter. Direct-use onaholes boosted him; others sold to empower his onaholes.

"And this is just part of your authority... You're incredible, Master."

Only Corpse Poison for now, but more dungeons meant more skills.

"Since you're collecting skills anyway, why not ask the female Cheonma?"

"Han Se-ah noona?"

"As a top-10 hunter and faction leader, she surely has systematic data on monster skills by dungeon. Efficient routing based on that info."

"Yeah, beats me scouting solo."

Her logic was sound—no reason not to.

But one word kept grating.

"Why keep calling Han Se-ah noona 'female' or 'female Cheonma'?"

"Because all females are fated to be your onaholes, Master. Especially that female Cheonma who made you cough blood—she must atone with her body."

She said it like it was obvious. Probing her emotions telepathically confirmed she meant it.

He pinched her cheek. Her sticky-rice-cake-soft flesh stretched out.

"Euek...?"

"You've already been compensated for that incident, so drop it. And I told you last time: I won't use the authority on people unless they're beyond saving or need saving as onaholes."

The only scenario for onahole-fying Han Se-ah noona would be her on death's door—but imagining the powerhouse top-10 Cheonma like that was impossible.

"Anyway, topic's closed. Don't bring it up again."

"Auh... Understood."

Her worldview differed from humans', but she obeyed him unquestioningly.