The Dullahan Named Jeanne is Far Too Strong
The Dullahan named Jeanne was far too strong.
Since she doesn't look at her opponent with her eyes, I can't find an opening to use Moonlight Sword. At this rate, defeat is inevitable.
Was she truly a knight? I couldn't seize a chance to unleash Moonlight Sword against this Dullahan, who sensed me through her instincts rather than sight. Brina's attacks bounced harmlessly off that sturdy skull, and while Moonlight Sword packed enough punch to deal real damage, Jeanne left no gaps for it. Unlike Nuker, whose raw strength and stamina were brute-force overwhelming, this Dullahan's overall physical prowess was top-tier. My skill wasn't sharp enough to exploit her openings and strike with Moonlight Sword in a flash.
Defeat was obvious at this rate, so I decided to gamble.
"I can't hold out much longer, Master!"
"I know! Just a bit more!"
I left the front line to Brina and fell back, hurriedly pulling the still-growing Slami from my inventory.
Time until Slami completes Stage 4 growth: 15 hours
"Good thing I turned this morning's blowjob into a semen potion."
As usual, I'd woken up to Brina's morning fellatio and converted it into a semen potion for storage in my inventory. Originally meant as backup for if Brina got hurt, I figured in a firepower-shortage pinch like this, one more fighter would tip the scales.
"Wake up already, Slami."
I didn't care about the mess on my hands as I swiftly poured the condom-shaped semen potions over the growing Slami, slashing her growth time.
Time until Slami completes Stage 4 growth: 0 hours (Complete)
"Perfect!"
I'd dumped every stored semen potion, fully accelerating Slami's growth. Since she was already far along, I blew past the 99% cap and finished it off.
Slami has completed Stage 4 growth.
Slami's ego has formed, influenced primarily by slime, semen, aphrodisiac, and strands of Cheonma's hair.
Views kin as prey for consumption.
Craves semen.
Lecherous in nature.
Possesses demonic tendencies.
Time was critical, but Slami's growth triggered unavoidable system messages, so I skimmed them quick.
"Cheonma's hair? Must've been stuck to that training suit."
Looked like some of Han Se-ah's hair had clung to the training clothes Slami devoured. Hard to believe a mere strand shaped her growth, but Slami's outward changes were stunning too. Ignoring color and texture, she could now mimic a perfect human form—about Brina's height, standing upright on two legs. Her figure, modeled after Brina's, boasted explosive bust and hips despite the petite frame. Near her lower belly floated a fist-sized core like a womb, visible through her translucent body.
Her face blended elements of Jeonghwa, Brina, and Han Se-ah. Spotting me, she flashed a mischievous grin, pointed, and teased.
"Couldn't wait to see Slami, huh? You lame Master~"
"...What the hell?"
Thwack!
"You hit me?! Stupid Master!"
I reflexively flicked her forehead for the bratty outburst, then ordered Slami.
"No time for chatter. Attack that Dullahan—now!"
I commanded Slami and rushed back with my sword to join Brina, who was barely hanging on.
"Master!"
"Sorry, took a sec. Things are about to change."
I praised Brina for holding the line while I grew Slami, then took point again. As I blocked the Dullahan's strikes, Slami and Brina probed for gaps.
"Hng~ Even this lame Master can't fight alone~ Helping you out special this time~"
Slami's fingers stretched into ten tentacles that twisted and fused into one. Unlike before, this tentacle whip bristled with needle-sharp barbs—lethal even on a graze. She whipped both hands, lashing the tentacle whip at Jeanne.
"Yah!"
Under Slami's control, the tentacles cracked like a whip against Jeanne's plate armor. The air ripped with a whoosh as Jeanne swung her head to bat away the assault.
"Oh ho, a high goblin and now a slime that can take human form? Not a swordsman—a tamer, are you?"
Jeanne blocked Slami's sudden attack unscathed, but couldn't fend off Brina's follow-up.
"Opening!"
Stab!
Before she could retrieve her shield-head, Brina's dagger slipped between breastplate and pauldron. Fatal to a living human—lungs punctured—but for a necromantic Dullahan, organ damage wasn't lethal.
But Brina, once of the demon army, knew undead weaknesses all too well.
Thrust!
Instead of pulling back, Brina drove the dagger deeper. Too late—Jeanne's knee smashed into her.
"Ngh!"
Even I struggled head-on with Jeanne's monstrous strength; Brina's body nearly locked up.
Grants indomitable will proportional to faith to fulfill divine commands. No stun from sub-lethal damage.
The blessing kicked in, snapping Brina free. She evaded further hits and retreated—another dagger already in hand.
"Nice one, Brina! You've got plenty of throwers—keep it up!"
Brina's daggers couldn't critically wound a Dullahan anyway. The plan: use her ample supply to wedge them in like spikes, hobbling movement. Her head-shield had blocked this before, but Slami's arrival cracked Jeanne's defense.
And it wasn't just that.
"Pinning an arm like this? Hm? This is... acid?"
Sizzle—
The helmet on the head that blocked Slami's strike corroded from the acid. Not strong enough to melt plate instantly, but plenty to degrade durability.
"Thought blocking was enough? Dumbass? Total lame~!"
Slami crowed triumphantly, swinging her dripping tentacle whip. Acid splattered everywhere, even hitting me and Brina—but no harm to us.
"Good job, Slami!"
"Tch, praise doesn't make me happy at all, ya lame Master!"
Flattered, Slami whipped faster. Jeanne felt herself losing ground. Her necromantic flesh moved on instinct to parry, but the arm swinging her head-shield was hampered by the armpit dagger. Her mace arm was marked by me. And Slami's strikes? Impact negligible against plate, but the acid relentlessly ate away at it.
Even a powerfully animated corpse in human form couldn't block multi-angle assaults forever.
"Yes! At this rate, true rest is mine!"
As scratches multiplied on her body, Jeanne thrilled at the prospect of release, cheering us on. But as time passed, strange sensations crept in.
"What...?"
Undead for ages, she'd felt no senses. Yet now, faintly, she did. The more they fought, the sharper it got—tingling her nerves.
Concentrating on this long-lost feeling...
"Mm? Hn?"
Her imprisoned soul felt it enough to affect her body too.
Whoosh—
"What the—?"
I'd assumed we'd suppress her without major damage, but still wary—this glancing mace swing into empty air baffled me. No time to question; the massive gap let me instinctively side-kick her exposed gut.
Thud—
Full weight, dead-on. Her 100kg-plus plated body lifted and flew back.
"Damn, reflex..."
Could've severed a limb with Moonlight Sword, but I kicked like against a live foe. No real damage expected—yet as Jeanne tumbled, cracks spiderwebbed her gut plate.
Crack—
Slami's acid had softened it; the impact shattered it. Beneath... Jeanne's nude form emerged.
"Ohhh yeah..."
Dark necromantic energy flowed where blood should, tinting her gray—yet her peak-beauty body was preserved impossibly vital. Born with unmatched mana affinity, she'd wielded knightly might without excess bulk. Even undead, her toned frame screamed healthy allure. Her pubic hair endured too—golden curls contrasting dull gray skin, veiling her mound.
"Wh-what?!"
A virgin in life, she panicked at the exposure, trying to cover up. But her necromantic body ignored it, rising to attack.
"Hiiyaan?!"
Throb—
Throb—!
The stung lower belly shot jolts upward; her legs buckled with an unintended moan.
"Th-this sensation... no way?!"
Plate gone, Slami's fluids hit bare skin—the clear feeling hit her. Trembling with shame, Jeanne realized.
Slami sneered.
"Lame Dullahan~ Aphrodisiac finally kicking in? Way too numb~"