Into the 600-Year-Old Dungeon
After taking on an ancient dungeon quest, they headed to the designated dungeon. Built 600 years ago and discovered nearly a century back, it was a place countless adventurers had already passed through.
Yet the fact that it remained unconquered even now implied two things. One, it was so brutally difficult that no one had cleared it in all that time. The other, it had been left as a beginner dungeon. And judging by the receptionist's reaction when they accepted the quest, this one fell squarely into the former category.
"Shiver."
"Good thing we've got a saintess. No worries about undead..."
Karni, taking point, forced an awkward laugh.
"Hmm? Scared of ghosts or something?"
"Urk... N-no, not at all."
"Sure, sure, whatever you say."
Karni shuddered but pressed on ahead, with Kairan following close behind and Eli bringing up the rear.
Warrior and hero up front, saintess providing rear support—the classic party formation.
"Classic is good, right?"
"Is it?"
"Yeah. If it's used a lot, that means it works."
The three advanced through the darkness, Kairan illuminating the path with her radiant mana. Eli slowly scanned the surroundings, sprinkling holy power to probe ahead, then halted and spoke up.
"Trap ahead."
"Another axe from the ceiling?"
"Nope, spears from the floor this time."
"Hmm."
Hearing Eli, Karni gave her sword a casual swing.
Tssst—!
That single stroke left dozens of sword trails, neutralizing the floor trap. Without a mage or thief to disarm it, physically shredding it was their only option right now.
"We should bring a mage next time."
"Yeah, holy power detection isn't efficient."
"But you're spotting traps great?"
"Can't tell mimics from real lifeforms. Better recruit one."
Eli let out a small sigh. Even the mighty saintess has her limits, Kairan thought, patting her shoulder.
The dungeon delve continued. Traps were the usual suspects—massive axes from the ceiling, collapsing floors—but brutally effective in numbers. Instead of fancy or ultra-deadly ones, this place ramped up the volume of standard traps.
The monsters popping up intermittently were annoying too, making it easier to see why it stayed uncleared.
"Traps wear down your focus, then monsters swarm when you try to rest."
"Would've been rough without Eli."
"Hehe, fishing for praise?"
Receiving Eli's care, the trio pushed forward steadily. How deep had they gone when a chest appeared before them?
"...A chest all the way out here?"
"Loot?"
"Totally loot."
Kairan, Karni, Eli—in that order.
Kairan eyed them dubiously. Wondering if they were serious, Eli declared confidently:
"Remote ancient dungeon, no conquerors, tons of traps, tons of monsters. A suspicious wooden chest in a place like this? Obviously reward bait!"
"Mm-hmm."
Eli's brazen certainty and Karni's nodding agreement made Kairan even more skeptical.
"Why's it gotta be loot?"
"...Why wouldn't it be?"
"Are you two idiots?"
"Kairan's the idiot here."
"Shut it, onahole."
Kairan grabbed a hefty handful of Karni's breasts.
"Then check it yourself."
"...Eli's right here?"
"Onahole talking back?"
"Moo...!"
Karni puffed her cheeks at Kairan and shot Eli a pleading look—but
"I'm a saintess, you know?"
Futanari stuck together.
"I-I'm a duchess too...!"
"Quiet, onahole."
"The onahole's being loud."
Onaholes had no say.
"Mmmph."
Forced in front of the chest, Karni gripped it with trembling hands. If there's treasure, it's all mine, she thought—then flung it open.
"Huh?"
With a lurch, the chest popped open on its own, long thick tentacles wrapping around Karni.
"Gyaah! Mmphblub!"
In an instant, it swallowed her upper body, probing every hole with its tendrils—a mimic at play. Watching, Kairan whispered to Eli:
"Told ya it was a trap."
"Ugh... It looked like total loot though...?"
"Pfft, idiots. Total idiots."
"Moo...!"
Kairan turned back to Karni, engulfed by the mimic. Probably stuffed full of tentacles, writhing in agony—or maybe climaxing from the ones plunging her womb.
Lewd Mod influence at work? The mimic toyed sexually instead of devouring.
"Hot."
"Super hot."
Their reaction to Karni was always the same.
Pride in their onahole's lewd display faded quick as tentacles stuffed every hole, Karni orgasming wildly. Leaving her behind, Kairan and Eli shared a deep, loving kiss.
"Wanna fuck, but timing sucks."
"After the dungeon? Been a while."
"Pfft, can't forget my pussy, huh?"
"As if."
'Your hero pussy's on my mind too.' Eli whispered. Kairan grinned, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her back. Karni might suffer longer, but that's what onaholes were for. She'd be thrilled her owners were bonding.
The eternal moment ended. Eli shook her ahoge wildly, turning away with a few fake coughs. With a casual wave, she reduced the mimic to black ash.
Finally, Karni hacked up tears, snot, and fluids. Eli gave her a light heel grind, then licked the tears from her face.
"Told ya it was a trap."
"Hah, whoa... Y-you said it was loot too...!"
"Hey, no backtalk to the saintess."
"I'm a duchess!"
The noisy onahole got a holy-powered womb punch from the saintess, who then spun away and snuggled into Kairan.
A strike infused with holy power that healed on impact—no marks, just intense pleasure. Seeing it, Kairan chuckled awkwardly and kissed Eli's forehead.
"Hee, hiii♥"
"She okay?"
"Eh, healed her up. That's just orgasm from feeling good."
"If you say so."
Eli punched Karni's womb a couple more times for good measure, then forcibly revived the fainted girl with a bright smile.
"Alright! Let's move!"
Neither Kairan nor Karni argued.
Kairan because she liked it; Karni because she didn't want to pass out again.
"Mm. Another chest."
How much farther? A second chest appeared.
Different from the last—this one a massive steel box, too fancy for a mimic. Eli's eyes sparkled: Real loot this time!
"You open it!"
"Ehh...? Could be dangerous."
"At worst, another mimic!"
"Still, sturdy Karni should do it."
"H-hero...? Kairan's tough too! Tougher than me, even?"
Eli shot Karni a cold glare.
"Can't ask the hero to do that."
"Wh-what...?"
"And onaholes talk too much."
"U, uuu...! Uwaaa...!"
Karni's face crumpled like she might cry for real at Eli's words. Seeing tears well in those golden eyes, Eli sighed and shook her head.
"Sigh, fine. Got it."
"Huh...?"
"I'll do it. Really... Don't cry like that. Makes me wanna pounce."
She flashed a predatory glint, then sighed deeply and approached the chest.
Eli opened it, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Kyaaaaah—!"
The joyful scream made Kairan ask worriedly:
"Eli, you okay...?"
"Y-yes! Yes yes yes!!"
"Not okay, huh."
"No way!! It's amazing!"
Eli pulled out something huge from the chest.
Enormously large, razor-sharp, tough as hell.
...A chainsaw?
"The 'Sharp Otherworldly Vagina Executioner'—only mentioned in scriptures—and I get to see it here!"
Eli hoisted the massive chainsaw high, eyes sparkling like a kid's. Before Kairan could question, Karni beat her to it—pure survival instinct, Kairan figured.
"V-vagina... executioner...?"
"Huh? You don't know?"
"Wh-what... is it...?"
Her tone turned polite on instinct.
Eli grinned, stroking the chainsaw blade.
"See? Soft blade. Press to pussy, pull the cord... Heh heh."
"..."
"To find a lost holy relic here! Knew it was loot! Heh heh, gotta test it right—!"
"Eeeek...!"
Chainsaw—no, the "Sharp Otherworldly Vagina Executioner" in Eli's hands advanced slowly on Karni.
Karni freaked, backing away frantically. Trembling, she hid behind Kairan, peeking out.
"St-stop! Please stop! Yeah? P-please!"
"C'mere. Gonna shred that pussy."
"N-nooo!!"