Necromancer's Graveyard (6)

As Jeanne's body reached its climax, Han Yeoul simultaneously unleashed a thick load of semen into Brina's mouth.

Gulp— Gulp—

"Phew. First time ejaculating in a dungeon, and I guess the tension made me cum quicker than usual."

Having thoroughly emptied himself into Brina's throat pussy onahole, I turned Jeanne's head to face me.

"She's completely lost it."

"Huuuuh..."

Jeanne's face was that of a total female animal in the aftermath of her massive orgasm, and her body had gone completely limp. Judging it safe to release her restraints, I ordered Slami.

"Slami, let her go."

Thud—

"Hiiik?!"

The moment the command dropped, the tentacles binding Jeanne's body released her, and her form collapsed to the floor. Her flesh twitched like a frog hit with an electric shock, showing no signs of getting back up.

"Stupid Master! I did all the hard work, so why does only Brina get the semen?!"

Slami, who'd contributed the most to subduing Jeanne, stormed over in a huff because Brina had snagged all the onahole reward semen.

"Hehe. Master simply judged me the most suitable onahole for draining his semen, Slami. If you're upset, just seduce Master fair and square."

"Eek...! But I created that arousing situation! You weakling loser!"

"Keep going if you like. It won't change the fact that Master chose me for semen disposal. See this pubic hair? Proof that Master selected me."

"Aaaargh! Loser Master!! Give me semen quick too!!"

Brina proudly displayed the pubic hair stuck to her lips like it was a medal, teasing Slami mercilessly. The funny part was how Slami actually got pissed and demanded semen from me over it.

"Calm down first. You did do well, Slami, so I'll give you some separately."

"Yay~ So the loser Master does have a brain after all~?"

"...But since you're being cheeky, I'll decide when."

"Hey! No fair?! Idiot! Loser! Mutt!"

"Slami! What kind of language is that toward Master?!"

"Don't care! Both of you are losers and idiots! Hmph!"

"Why's she suddenly using such foul language...?"

I'd seen Slami's status window, so even I was puzzled by her personality shift.

Just what about Cheonma's hair changed her personality like that? No way Han Se-ah's original personality is actually like this, right?

"Hnnngh..."

"Oh, right. This isn't the time."

I approached Jeanne's body, which seemed to be coming to its senses as the afterglow faded. Zap—

"As expected, without onahole transformation, I can't use her, huh?"

I'd wondered if I could 'use' her without transforming her first, so I tried touching her pussy, but her rigidly clenched hole wouldn't even let a finger in. Forcing it open and slipping a finger inside triggered an immediate backlash from the necromantic mana within her body.

The aphrodisiac had neutralized her bodily control, but the necromantic mana inside her wasn't going anywhere. Especially around the dullahan's signature severed neck, thick waves of visible necromantic mana still swirled—too volatile to touch unless I was attacking.

With nothing more to see, I placed Jeanne's head on her body's belly and invoked my authority.

"Onahole transformation."

She'd been human in life and still held a human form, but as a dullahan, Jeanne was undeniably a monster. No pangs of conscience hit me.

The onahole transformation authority permeated her neutralized flesh. There was brief resistance from the necromantic mana that powered her undead functions, but my overwhelming rank crushed it, reshaping her body into an onahole.

"Hm? What's this?"

The authority automatically turned targets into onaholes once activated, but the more I used it, the deeper my understanding grew—I could sense how it worked. As it displaced the necromantic mana dominating her flesh, I glimpsed a pathway connecting her to something else.

A non-physical bond transcending space, maintaining subservience. Eerily similar to the links between me and my onaholes. Intrigued, I examined the connection's structure.

Understanding it could boost my authority proficiency even further. But soon, an unknown external force severed the link forcibly, cutting off my view.

It was a familiar intervention. The system that altered the dungeon had directly severed the connection. I summoned the system to ask why, but it stayed silent.

"Why do this?"

I didn't think the Tower's system, which aided humanity, had malicious intent, but the unknown motive left a bad taste.

"I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just about to figure something out."

It cut right before I grasped the connection's structure—pure frustration.

"Master."

Brina's call drew my eye. The onahole transformation had completed, forming a dullahan onahole. But its shape was... unusual.

"A fellahole?"

Excluding special cases like Slami, onaholes' first-stage form was typically a handhole with a pussy. Maybe because she was an atypical monster, it was handhole-sized but with a mouth-shaped hole instead—a fellahole.

Grabbing the onahole, Jeanne's unrecovered consciousness flowed in.

-Uuuugh...

"Looks like her ego settled in successfully."

I'd check Jeanne's status window later. For now, I collected her mace, shattered plate armor, helmet, and other loot.

"Gotta grab these—sell 'em at the shop for points."

The plate armor was too damaged for reuse, so pure point fodder. The mace and helmet had survived Slami's fluids intact, so I could re-equip them once Jeanne hit stage 4.

The dungeon clear brought simple yet bountiful rewards. Combining perfect clear bonuses, all my physical stats jumped +5 at once—a tangible step-up in my body's evolution.

"Still low compared to dungeon grade, so the gains are huge. Nice."

My physical stats lagged behind the dungeon's grade, so boosts remained generous. Plus, I monopolized them—no party sharing. Brina and Slami counted as my property.

"Monopolies are the best."

Achieving near-weekly perfect clears—impossible for most yearly—meant insane growth. Risky, but worth it.

A crimson-sealed invitation appeared in my hand—from Jeanne's former master, now my onahole.

"Vampire Empress? Brina, know anything?"

"Just that she's an executive under the Lord of the Dead. The demon armies are so insular, even among legions..."

Brina was clueless too. Makes sense—soldiers don't know other units' business, let alone different armies.

"She's pissed about losing Jeanne, but why would I go there?"

Whatever the Vampire Empress was, she'd commanded Jeanne, so far stronger. No system force to go immediately, so later was fine. Tempting title, but no need to risk for another onahole.

"Monster bitch is mad? Then come herself instead of summoning me."

I flipped off the air, and a response hit instantly.

"If you're mad, come at me."

With the Empress's fuming message, the dungeon collapsed, teleporting me out.

After the dungeon's collapse, Siderius, the God of Observation, manifested amid the dimensional rift's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠debris.

"Phew, that was close. Why the hell did he provoke the Vampire Empress?! If I hadn't intervened, he'd have been force-teleported right to her—no clue how lucky he was. So annoying!"

Here for cleanup, Siderius griped at Han Yeoul's antics while gathering the collapsed dungeon's karma via her management authority over Earth’s dungeons and system.

"Karma's not fully gathered yet, but past break-even. Fine."

With a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gesture, the amassed karma vanished somewhere.

"Ugh, mortals surviving on Mother's mercy yet so greedy. Thinking their power means anything. They're just slaves in the end."

Having delivered karma to contractors, Siderius eyed Han Yeoul departing the dungeon.

"Still can't see him clearly. What makes this human so special that Mother wants me watching him?"

Not even she got that much maternal attention, sparking jealousy toward a mere mortal.

"So annoying, seriously."

As her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠'child' created directly by Mother, it irked her that this human drew more focus. Plus, his awakening authority restricted her observation range—fearing failure in Mother's orders, anxiety brewed.

"Gotta find a way."

His rapid growth per Mother's intent was encouraging, but it made remote monitoring harder. She might fail oversight at this rate.

"Time to watch up close."

Impossible from afar? Go personally. As God of Observation, she could borrow apostles' eyes. Scanning Han Yeoul's recent contacts untouched by gods, she quickly found candidates.

"You'll see soon enough, Han Yeoul."