Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Business (3)
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With his escort leading the way, walking the stone path across the misty swamp turned out to be surprisingly straightforward.
Splash—! Splash!
A newbie like me tagging along with a senior who seemed at least S-rank. It'd be weirder if it wasn't easy...
And finally, far in the distance, the witch's mansion came into view, its unrealistically curved spire piercing the sky.
I walked toward that bizarre structure, mentally reviewing the three rules I had to follow in this mansion once more.
One. Do not close your eyes for more than three seconds in the witch's mansion.
The 'Three-Eyed Witch'. Her name said it all about this first rule.
Two. Do not praise or curse the witch.
Her capricious and eccentric temperament would take praise as arrogance and curses as insults.
Three. Always wield positive imagination.
And this was the trickiest rule of all.
The mind-devouring constant status ailment curse that hung over the entire mansion.
Extremes beget extremes—.
It was right then.
"Gaaah...! Gahk, ugh...! P-Please, have mercy...!"
At the mansion's entrance, beneath a massive gargoyle statue, a scream erupted—not so much a cry as the sound of something being crushed.
A man in the same suit as my escort. But on his chest gleamed a brooch symbolizing a black sun.
'Black Sun.'
One of the villain organization's executive-level figures had come visiting.
But.
His body was withering and twisting while still alive.
His entire body's moisture sucked out like it was being drained, bones and muscles warping, crushed inward by some bizarre pressure toward the center. The moment he completely lost his human form and compressed into a horrific 'sphere'.
Boom!
Unable to hold any longer, the flesh burst open, thick blood spraying everywhere like a fountain.
'Oh, fuck.'
I barely turned my head away before it popped.
I knew the scene without looking.
The middle-aged man walking ahead of me didn't so much as twitch an eyebrow at the gruesome sight. He glanced indifferently at the blood-soaked floor, as if it were a roadside pebble, and spoke impassively.
"Oh dear, it seems one guest has incurred the wrath of our merciful mistress."
The middle-aged man stepped past what had been the corpse and beckoned me.
"The mistress awaits. This way."
Whew.
Just keep my head straight.
This place wasn't so bad as long as you weren't here to raid the boss mob.
At least, that's how it was in the game.
[Depending on your imagination, the mansion's danger level changes.]
Regardless of her overwhelming combat power, this 'Three-Eyed Witch' was an evil-aligned merchant NPC corresponding to Doris Finch.
Compared to the gimmicks in high-level rifts of the same rank as the mansion, it was a very sane and safe one.
But.
This wasn't the game—it was my reality.
As I drew closer to the mansion, the texture of the air against my skin changed. Amid the thick fog where I couldn't see an inch ahead, I heard phantom whispers mocking me from some unknown source.
'...Damn, this is getting a bit unnerving.'
The moment I had a wrong thought, I might end up like that Black Sun executive—a horrific lump of meat.
Damn. No helping it.
Before negative thoughts dominated my brain, I had to overwrite them with stronger stimulation.
I secretly drew up the pleasure essence within me. Concentrating that hot energy in my lower body, I forcibly erected my cock.
Throb.
Inside my pants, my clone reared its head like a ferocious beast.
Yeah. Men have a brain down there too. If the rational one starts spouting nonsense from fear, just think with your dick-brain.
Instead of negative thoughts, lewd ones.
Lee Soo-yeon's ass. Yoo Seol-hyun's tits. Seraphina's pussy. Instructor Cheon Da-eun's...
"......"
The middle-aged man guiding me ahead glanced back at me.
His expressionless brow twitched faintly. Seeing my pants embarrassingly tented, he shot me a look mixed with contempt and suspicion.
Whatever.
But he didn't lose his manners toward a guest. Just because I was an 'invited guest' to this mansion, he shut his mouth and turned away.
"...The mistress awaits in the second-floor parlor."
He said nothing more and opened the creaking mansion door, ushering me inside. Maybe it was my imagination, but his steps seemed a bit quicker than before.
I slowly stepped through the door he held open.
The moment the door opened, the damp, gloomy air that had constricted me outside vanished like a lie. Instead, dry, cool air greeted me.
Creeeak... Thud.
And as I entered the room, the door closed behind me with a heavy sound on its own.
Still not letting my guard down, I shifted my gaze forward.
At the far end of the room.
She sat upon an antique chair.
The 'Three-Eyed Witch', Laupey.
Her long, lush golden hair shimmered like gold thread in the candlelight, and beneath it, a red silk dress perilously outlined her voluptuous breasts.
Her two eyes were closed, and only her third eye—with blood-red irises—floated proudly in the center of her forehead, piercing through me.
The witch didn't move a muscle, simply parting her red lips to whisper softly.
"A precious guest has arrived."
Her voice was smooth, but laced with a sly playfulness as if testing me.
"The path here must have been treacherous. You've had quite the ordeal."
"......"
"First, let me offer you a meal. Don't refuse—please, take a seat."
At her gesture, a massive ebony table smoothly appeared in the center of the empty room. Upon the long table, gleaming silverware sat beside nothing but empty plates.
This was the illusion created by the third rule.
The witch's banquet, its contents shifting according to the visitor's imagination.
For those with positive imagination, massive steaks dripping with juices, golden-roasted turkey, fresh fruits glistening with dew would appear on the plates.
Conversely, for those with grim, negative thoughts... wriggling bug soup, slimy eyeball jelly, severed finger sausages—horrific, repulsive dishes fit for a witch.
But my case was a bit different.
My brain was currently fully dominated by the one below.
I carefully eyed the empty plates one by one.
That was when it happened.
Crash—!
With a sharp shattering sound, all the plates simultaneously exploded into fragments.
And from the piles of broken shards, mist rose like fog, revealing voluptuous nude women.
One was a black-haired woman with a curvaceous figure in a pitch-black leather corset.
Another was a white woman seducing with innocent eyes and not a stitch of clothing.
The last was a middle-aged woman with a subtle flush on her face.
Uh, well.
The last one strongly resembled my stepmother, Kang Yeoryeong.
Laupey's red lips parted ever so slightly.
Her third pupil shook violently for the first time, as if confronted with an uncontrollable variable.
Hmm. I hadn't expected this either.
"Th-The meal... The meal..."
Having dealt with countless visitors without ever encountering this, she repeated the words like a broken machine, foolishly.
A moment later, she regained her composure with a cough and barely continued.
"Y-You may... eat the meal."
"Pardon? Really?"
She feigned nonchalance, hiding her bruised pride with another cough.
Then, the nude women born of my imagination swarmed toward me eagerly.
"Looks delicious. That thing of yours, Hunter."
"First time seeing your face, but... I can look forward to it, right?"
"...Hehe, my son."
Among them, the illusion resembling my stepmother Kang Yeoryeong was the most aggressive.
"Mmm...! As expected of my son—nice and thick."
At the word 'mother', Laupey's third pupil shook violently again. Unable to bear my gaze any longer, she turned her head to stare at the crackling fireplace flames.
Meanwhile, the other two women clung to my sides, stripping off my long shirt and slithering their flexible tongues wetly over my earlobes.
"Haaah, so hard...♥"
"Hurry and thrust it in..."
"Come here. My son."
And finally, Kang Yeoryeong's illusion climbed atop the chair where I sat.
Without hesitation, she undid my belt buckle and pulled out my rampaging clone from within. Then she blatantly rubbed her plump ass against that hot pillar.
She slowly bent at the waist to position herself, aiming that sticky, hot hole precisely at my glans.
And with her full weight, she pressed down firmly.
"Ahh...!"
The moan from her lips was not from an imaginary product, but the real clash of flesh.
'I suspected, but I didn't think it'd turn out like this...'
I watched the illusion of my mother shaking her hips atop my clone and briefly worried about the aftermath.
They looked like hallucinations but were actually all phantoms conjured by Laupey. Beings shaped from alien magic.
Was it okay to ravage them like this...?
No.
I changed my mind.
The mistress of this bizarre banquet had personally permitted the 'meal'.
There was no reason to refuse. If anything, indulging fully was the courtesy owed as an invited guest.
I hesitated no longer.
I seized the hips of the illusion that had been passively rocking atop me like a beast and slammed her down onto my hard pubic bone.
Slam—!
A dull, wet thud. The sensation of tearing through sticky inner walls, piercing the deepest, softest spot—the cervix—electrified my spine all the way to my brain.
"O-Ohhoook...!"
A stifled scream burst from her lips. Her back arched like a bow, her toes curling in spasms.
"Ah, son...! Y-You're too deep...! Hnngh, Mommy's womb... it's melting...!"
She clung to my shoulders as if to crush them, nearly wailing. Reactions so vivid and desperate it was hard to believe they came from an imagined phantom.
Even in the Paradise hallucination before, I'd been tricked by my sister into dreaming of ravaging my mother.
And now again. In the illusion born of my desire, I was doing it to my mother.
'What a bizarre coincidence... or is it? If this came from my imagination, doesn't it mean my deep-seated fetish has twisted like this?'
Uh, well.
Damn.
If only my sister Yura hadn't done that back then!
The memory of being forcibly hallucinated and unwillingly exploring my mother's body.
That memory had left such filthy traces in my subconscious. I was furious.
Furious at my damn sister Yura for implanting this weird fetish in me. And I vented that fury on the woman before me.
I began thrusting my hips savagely like a beast.
Manly. Filled only with rage and lust.
Slam! Thud! Thud! Splatter—!
"Ah, ahng! Son, why so sudden...! Hnngh! I-I'm sorry! Wh-What did Mommy do wro—aaangh!"
The mother's wails atop me echoed desperately through the room.
With my fierce movements, her plump ass smacked against the chair back—thump, thump. Sticky friction sounds and the dull clashes of bone shattered the refined parlor's silence.
The gaze of Laupey's third eye from behind.
But I ignored it. I had no spare attention for some witch's stare right now.
I simply channeled my rage, cursing the sister who caused all this, and ravaged the phantom before me over and over.
And finally, uncontrollable ejaculation surged fiercely up my spine.
I gripped her hips and gathered all my remaining strength for one last thrust into her deepest depths.
"Get pregnant, fuck! Become my cum dump and bear my child, you bitch!"
But with my shout, her body—after one final squeeze of my clone—began dissolving into faint particles of light.
Spurt! Splurt! Spluuuurt—!
Thick, hot white fluid arced through the air in a long trajectory, spraying wildly. Flying past the banquet table the witch had set, it splattered messily right before the unmoving Laupey—beside her teacup.
Enough virile semen to impregnate a single female and fill her womb completely.
Yet the witch, true to her named status, merely blushed faintly without further agitation.
"Hmph, h-hum..."
Instead, she gazed at the table soiled with my semen and faintly lifted the corner of her mouth.
"Was the meal to your liking?"
"Hoo, yes. Chewy, just the right amount."
I caught my breath and stared straight into her third eye.
Yeah. As long as you knew the rules, it was fine. Nothing to fear.
"Hehe, then... shall we get to the main topic."
At her gesture, the other nude phantoms circling and tempting me obediently retreated behind her and melted away like mist.
But one of them.
The white woman who had seduced me with innocent eyes stopped beside her. Her form distorted, soon morphing into a familiar face. Shaggy short golden blond hair and eyes shadowed with dark circles.
A face I could never forget.
It was Doris Finch!
'Whoa.'
A chill ran down my spine for a moment.
I'd thought she'd become a slave, but to fall to this extent!
Thank goodness it wasn't one I'd just pounded like crazy.
As I stared blankly at Doris's phantom, Laupey smirked as if reading my mind and spoke.
"Don't misunderstand. The others were all true phantoms. Except this woman."
"That's... a relief."
Why do women like her always toy with other people's pussies at will.
Of course, I wasn't one to talk, having eagerly devoured those pussies.