A Rookie Adventurer's Very First Climax
Although she had been afflicted by an unidentified poison, it was not yet severe enough to disrupt her dungeon raid.
Jena continued to scour the corridors, systematically dispatching the enemies she encountered and stuffing her knapsack with the spoils. They say monsters commanded by the Demon King's Army yield crystals condensed from concentrated mana... magic stones. Those are used as materials and fuel for crafting magic tools and artifacts.
Indeed, this single raid would not be the end of her journey. She would have to conquer countless trials spawned by the Demon King's Army in the days to come, and doing so would require a substantial fortune. It was only prudent to harvest as much as possible from this dungeon—and, if feasible, retrieve the Dungeon Core itself.
The Dungeon Core... They say securing just one is worth enough to propel an entire expedition party into instant prominence.
If she could lay her hands on it, she would leap leaps and bounds closer to her ultimate ambition. With that prize in her sights, Jena pressed deeper into the depths, but as time trickled by, a strange fever welled up within her, causing her stumbling steps to grind to a halt.
"Haa, haa..."
Her vision swam, and her breathing grew ragged. Yet strangely, an inexhaustible vigor surged through her veins, making it difficult to classify her condition as mere venomous poisoning.
What is this? Does it induce a berserk frenzy...?
Now that she thought about it, rumors spoke of dungeons rigged with traps designed to drive intruders mad, forcing them to slaughter friend and foe alike. Perhaps the toxin invading her system belonged to that insidious family. From that perspective, it seemed a stroke of luck that she had not brought any companions along, yet the flip side was that having no one to rely on in a crisis carried tremendous risk.
Should I turn back and report this? No, if I file a report, the others will definitely catch wind of it. If I want to reap any real profit, I have to conquer as much of this place as I possibly can on my own...
A goldmine of modest difficulty and bountiful rewards. Handing such a treasure over to shiftless adventurers who cared nothing for the greater good would be a catastrophic loss for humanity.
Driven by this stubborn sense of duty, Jena pushed doggedly forward until she found herself stepping into an expansive chamber. A vaulted dome formed the ceiling, and the floor was remarkably smooth and flat, giving her the eerie sensation of standing dead center in a martial sparring ring. Just as that thought crossed her mind, the corridor she had traversed slammed shut behind her with a heavy thud.
Damn it, a trap?
Being unaccustomed to dungeons, Jena could not help the sharp spike of vigilance that seized her. Bracing her nerves, she raised her sword, and moments later, a lone golem lying in wait stepped into view.
—Vrrr, vrrrr.
A faint blue glow emanated from its various joints, accompanied by an ominous mechanical vibration. Intuiting at a glance that this foe stood in an entirely different league from the rabble she had cut down so far, Jena recalled the warnings she had heard during her research regarding formidable elites.
A boss monster... The kind of deadly adversary that demands utmost caution inside a dungeon.
In terms of danger, it defied any comparison to common fodder. It had to be approached with extreme delicacy, yet tradition held that wherever a boss monster lurked, extraordinary treasure was sure to follow. In other words, slaying the automaton would grant her whatever valuable spoils lay hidden behind it.
"...Whew. All right."
Coveting that prize, Jena swallowed her dread and leveled her blade. In an instant, the poised golem blurred into an afterimage, charging straight at her staggering frame. The moment she realized it had closed the distance, a thunderous crack detonated against her flank.
Wh-what...?!
Before she even registered being lifted into the air, the agonizing impact in her side caught up to her, wringing a strangled, breathless cough from her throat. It was a devastating strike, entirely worthy of a boss monster. But the assault did not end there.
—Thud, wham! Bang!
Closing the gap in an eye-blink, it unleashed a savage flurry of fists capped off by a vicious hook. Pitilessly battered by the onslaught, Jena gritted her teeth and slashed her sword upward, but the golem casually batted the steel aside with one hand while coiling its lower body for a sweeping low kick.
Danger...!
—Smack!
Her legs buckled under the follow-up strike. And in the very next instant, both of the golem's heavy hands came crashing down onto her skull like a sledgehammer.
—Boom!
Taking the blow dead-on, a violent concussion rattled Jena's brain. Her fingers went limp, letting her sword clatter against the stone as she collapsed facedown upon the floor.
"Khhk, haah..."
It was strong. In a straightforward clash, it possessed a level of brute might she had zero hope of matching. Despair threatened to drown Jena at the realization of what stood before her, but sheer pride drove her to rebalance her center of gravity and attempt to push herself upright.
I can't fall here. Not in a place like this. I... I have to...!
Yet the physical trauma was simply too severe. Her attempt to rise stalled into a pitiful stumble, leaving her powerless against the automaton's charging weight as it tackled her back down to the cold floor.
"Guh! D-damn it...!"
This was bad. If she remained pinned underneath and subjected to a one-sided beating, she was as good as dead. She thrashed desperately to break free, but the entity had already straddled her upper body, pinning both of her wrists firmly to the ground.
—Vrrr, vrrrr.
The sight of its glowing optical lenses burning down at her filled Jena with pure terror. Gritting her teeth, she struggled frantically against its grip.
"L-let go! Get off of me...!"
A hand reached down. Surely it was a ruthless strike meant to crush her windpipe and snip her thread of life.
—Rustle.
Yet the hand bypassed her head and neck entirely, landing instead upon the plates of her breastplate. Deftly undoing the clasps with meticulous care, the golem stripped the armor away, discarded the cloth beneath, and exposed her bare breasts to the open air.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
If its objective was to kill her, snapping her defenseless neck would have been more than sufficient. Why go through the trouble of stripping her bare?
—Squish, squeeze.
Her bewildered questions were answered when a pair of hard, calloused palms took hold of her soft breasts. It proceeded to knead her supple flesh thoroughly—an action Jena could never have anticipated in her wildest dreams. But far more baffling than the deed itself was the sudden reaction tearing through her own body.
"Ah, nn~♥ Wh-what is this...♥"
Her body was responding. To the rhythmic kneading of her bosom, to the friction of her flesh being compressed, and to the raw tactile pressure brushing over the buds crowning them. Though it was nothing more than a crude massage, the smoldering heat that had briefly subsided within her suddenly flared with monstrous intensity, sending uncontrollable shivers coursing through her limbs.
"Ah, aah... St-stop...♥"
As if aiming specifically for that reaction, the fingers gripping her mound pinched her nipple, rolling it firmly between its digits. Instantly, an alien sensation breached her mind, sending her body bucking violently across the floor. Unable to endure the stimulation, Jena put every ounce of strength into a wild convulsion that loosened the golem's hold. Seizing the opening, she scrambled to her feet and whipped her head around in a frenzy.
My sword! Where is my sword...?!
Her blade lay on the floor a short distance away. If she could only snatch it up and retaliate, she might somehow salvage this dire situation.
"Guhk!!"
Refusing to grant her that chance, the golem lunged from behind and snaked an arm tightly around her throat. With her breath cut off, she found herself helplessly restrained once more, only for the golem's free hand to trail downward toward her lower body, methodically shedding her leggings.
Damn it! Wh-what is it trying to do now...?!
Her greaves and trousers dropped away with a metallic clatter. The moment her underwear was peeled aside, her most private cleft was bared entirely to the stale cavern air. Before she could fathom why it targeted such a place, the golem's fingers brushed against the slit, causing Jena's frame to arch and tremble as though struck by lightning.
"Ah, aaahn~♥ Wh-what is this...♥"
Her flesh was reacting. Just as it had when her chest was fondled—no, with an intensity ten times more ferocious. As if to prove the betrayal, an unfamiliar liquid seeped from her folds the instant the golem made contact, and utilizing the slick nectar as lubrication, the thick fingers steadily wedged themselves into her secret cleft.
The moment they squelched inside and began exploring her inner walls, a searing jolt of electric ecstasy shot straight up her spine.
"Ah, ngh, haah... Wh-what in the world... wh-what are you... st-stop... Ah, nn~♥"
What was happening? Why was a golem she had expected to slaughter her stripping off her clothes and stroking her genitals instead? While its touch was remarkably skillful, it displayed no murderous intent whatsoever, merely probing and groping. Yet despite that, her traitorous body reacted with violent, shuddering tremors to the violation.
"Ah, aah, st-stop it! Th-this is... this is crazy...!"
—Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Ah, ooh, ah, aahn~♥ Nn, aaah~~ St-stop, plea-aase~~♥"
The intensifying strokes sent chilling waves of pleasure cascading up her vertebrae. Her lips curled into an involuntary whimper and her eyes rolled back into her head, her consciousness whitewashed completely as the sensations commanded her to surrender entirely to the moment. She could not comprehend the reason. All she knew was that she was helpless against the stimulus, and the volcanic eruption brewing deep within her gut was on the verge of consuming her sanity whole.
And as if anticipating that very threshold, the fingers buried inside her drastically picked up their tempo.
—Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!
"N-no, I ca-can't... Ah, ah, aah, aaahn~♥ I'm c-c-coming~~♥"
Accelerating to a blistering pace, the digital onslaught stripped Jena of the last shreds of her wits. Recognizing the sheer peril of her state, she bit her lip until it bled in a desperate bid to resist, but all her efforts were rendered utterly futile as her body was hurled headlong into a magnificent, earth-shattering climax.
"Aaaahn, o-o-ooohhh~~~~~♥♥♥"
—Splaaash!
A torrential geyser of feminine dew erupted alongside the peak, drenching the flagstones beneath her. It was the very first climax of her life as a woman.
The sensation born from it was undeniably ecstasy, yet lacking any prior knowledge of sexual pleasure, she perceived it only as something terrifying, monstrous, and profoundly humiliating—a shameful proof that she had allowed her body to be manipulated at will.
N-no... If I lose consciousness here...!
Driven by that terror, Jena fought back against the paralysis threatening her rational mind, forcefully steeling her limp, spent muscles. Tearing herself free from the golem's loosened embrace, she dove across the stones and snatched up her fallen sword. Before the automaton could react, she channeled her Aura and swung the blade with everything she had.
—Craaack!
Cleaved cleanly through the neck, the golem's head tumbled away. The decapitated frame trembled violently on the spot before crashing onto the stones, its internal glow dying out as all functions ceased. With that, the battle was over.
Having narrowly scraped a victory against the monstrosity, the iron gates sealing the chamber grinded open. Realizing she was finally free, Jena collapsed to her knees, panting in ragged, exhausted gasps.
"Wh-what on earth was that...? Ugh..."
The heat simmering inside her was only growing worse. It felt as though having her chest fondled and her depths plundered had amplified the potency of the poison coursing through her veins. Could it be that the golem's bizarre violation had been an intentional act meant to accelerate the toxin's effects?
If that were truly the case, then any monsters she encountered further in were likely to attempt the exact same thing. Having her body groped against her will, held down roughly while her shameful secrets were probed... only to have her mind bleached white as her nerves were subjected to unwanted, overwhelming bliss.
If that happens to me again... I...
Humiliation and deep shame—she could describe the churning turmoil in her chest with no other words. Yet as much as she burned for vengeance, the terror of those alien sensations far outweighed any desire to conquer the dungeon. If she were subjected to that ordeal once more, she might very well lose her sanity entirely and become nothing more than their willing plaything.
"...I have to go back."
Yes, retreating was the correct choice. None of her prior intelligence had warned of horrors like this, and without detailed information on how to counter it, she would undoubtedly fall victim to the exact same one-sided violation.
Meanwhile, inside the monitor room observing the entire spectacle, I savored the lingering tactile feedback in the specialized gloves on my hands, a thoroughly satisfied smirk spreading across my face.
"Kuh, this sensory synchronization rig is seriously top-notch. As long as it's linked up, it replicates the sensation of remote groping down to the touch... Lufo really built an incredible piece of gear, didn't she?"
"That equipment is strictly intended for direct manual control. It is my assessment that utilizing it in such a manner is utterly inappropriate, it is so."
"Aw, come on, why the stiff attitude? If a tool has utility, you ought to use it every which way you can, right?"
"...Incomprehensible. I consider such conduct entirely devoid of meaning, it is so."
Even when I prompted Yuria for agreement, the golem maid merely stared back with an unimpressed, stony expression. Judging by her reaction, she seemed sour that I had hijacked control halfway through while she was piloting the unit, though I had a few bones to pick with her performance myself.
"Setting that aside, Yuria, didn't you beat our very first guest a little too savagely? The whole point of harvesting emotional energy is keeping them alive as long as possible, but you were laying into her like you wanted to devour her whole. What if you scared her so bad she never sets foot in this dungeon again?"
"I believe Master's actions were far more problematic than my own, it is so."
"Hey, compared to outright violence, what I did was practically gentle! Whew, but man, did she feel amazing to the touch~ Her breasts were soft and plump, and her pussy was bursting with fresh, youthful tightness... Heh, there really is nothing quite like the feel of a virgin~"
Being a Dungeon Master really was the greatest gig in the world. I didn't have to lift a finger, and gorgeous maidens came rolling right into my lap on their own accord. As I reminisced about the sensations of kneading her soft flesh, I felt a familiar warmth stirring down in my trousers.
Should I head out there right now and personally claim her? No, she was still in the middle of navigating the dungeon; rushing in now would spoil the pacing. Claiming her myself was a treat best saved for the grand finale.
Still, as I pondered what to do with my stiffened rod, my gaze happened to land on Yuria, who was staring back at me with a flat, emotionless gaze.
"Yuria."
"Speak, Master."
"Mind lending me your pussy for a bit?"
"Pardon?"
"Watching all of that from the screen has left me with an awful itch, you see. I need to shoot a load to calm my nerves."
"That is... a request I refuse, it is so."
"Now, now, are you daring to disobey an order from your master? A proper maid is supposed to display absolute obedience to her master's commands, you know."
"..."
Yuria glared at me in dead silence. Just as I was bracing myself to be dismantled limb from limb for pushing my luck too far, she let out a long, heavy sigh and slowly hitched up the hem of her skirt.
Exposing the moist, secret cleft nestled between her thighs, she delivered her flat verdict.
"You truly are the absolute worst. The foulest master in existence..."
Indeed. That cold, deadpan verbal abuse only made the act to follow all the sweeter.