Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Proper Education
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Thud.
I picked up only the most appetizing lower half from the disassembled parts and set it down on the soft bed.
Smooth thighs, and from her slender waist, a full, elastic ass.
When I kneaded that mound with my palm, a muffled moan burst from her head rolling on the floor far away.
“Hngh…!”
Her face flushed bright red.
It seemed the sensation was transmitted perfectly even from this distance.
I thought I'd encountered all sorts of skills and constitutions by now, but this was a new type.
Wonder how she ended up with a body like this.
“Aira.”
“Yes, Master.”
I called, and Aira came to my side.
“What do you think of this?”
Aira silently examined the cross-section of the severed lower half on the bed. Complex mana circuits were intricately fused with living tissue.
“Each body part is connected by invisible mana threads.”
“Mana threads? Like the ones you use?”
“Ordinary mana threads are just conduits that transmit mana, as the name implies. But this body is different. It's estimated that all data necessary for sustaining life, including neural signals, is being transmitted bidirectionally through these threads. Likely via some method—probably her skill.”
Aira continued.
“In conclusion, it's effectively severed, but not truly cut. Every stimulus you apply to that lower half is being directly conveyed to the brain in the head over there.”
“Hm. I see.”
I looked down at the perfect lower half on the bed.
A tempting onahole. But alive.
“Lena.”
“Yes, Master.”
“That head. Put it on the bedside table so my face is clearly visible to it.”
“Understood.”
Lena wordlessly picked up Doris's head from the floor and carefully placed it on the table right in my line of sight. Her terrified blue eyes had no choice but to witness everything about to unfold.
“M-Master… please…”
“Only calling me Master now, huh.”
Time for a little punishment.
I ignored her pleas and unzipped my pants.
Even after dumping a load back at the witch's mansion earlier, my cock sprang out heavy and unyielding, without a hint of fatigue. The still-warm, dark red shaft asserted its ferocious presence.
“Hiiik…!”
A strangled scream erupted from the head on the table.
I placed my hand on the mound of her pussy. Then I began injecting concentrated pleasure essence into that soft flesh.
Squish…
Her dry pussy lips parted on their own, and clear, sticky love juices began welling up from within. A lewd, squelching sound filled the room along with an obscene scent.
“Good, this should be wet enough now.”
“N-No! Please, Master! Stop… stop…! Not there! Hngh!”
As if I'd listen.
I gripped her slender hips firmly with both hands and aligned my hot cock with the dripping wet entrance.
Without hesitation, I thrust my hips forward and slammed it in.
Splat—!
The tight entrance clamped down hard. But before my overwhelming strength, the resistance was meaningless. Accompanied by sticky juices and squelching sounds, my cock burrowed into her deepest, most delicate depths.
“Hnnngh… ha, ahh, y-you really put it in…”
“Guess the pussy's the real deal after all.”
Unlike with others.
The moment my cock entered, the slick inner walls writhed like a living creature, trying to swallow me whole.
No mechanical parts to be felt. It was warm, soft, and above all, the chewy tightness was exquisite.
Even loosened by the pleasure essence, the grip was plenty stimulating.
Squelch— squelch—
“Haa, aaah…! Aang, d-don't thrust, haat—! Nng! Stooop!”
Was this even sex?
It felt less like embracing a living woman and more like using a top-tier onahole.
No emotions or connection needed. Just pound away mechanically to satisfy my urges.
Slap—! Slap—!
I didn't stop my hips. Focusing solely on the piston motion, I smacked the lower half's mound with wet thwacks.
Her flesh collided, echoing sloppy, blatant sounds.
I spanked the quivering ass cheeks each time she neared climax.
“N-No…! Haang, stop, pleeease stop…! Hngh, aang— there, thrusting like that…! Hnng, haaaang!”
“You're loving it, but putting on airs.”
“N-Nooo, haang!”
Her screams were the ultimate aphrodisiac. I grabbed her slim waist, lifted her slightly into the air to change the angle, and began thrusting even deeper.
But the sensation didn't last long.
“Hey, squeeze tighter.”
“Haang, I d-don't know how…! D-don't say that…!”
Thud—! Thud—!
Whether she couldn't control it voluntarily, the pussy's grip was weakening. At this rate, it'd be no different from thrusting into empty air.
'Hmm.'
I paused, pulling my cock out of the sloppy hole.
My gaze shifted to her other hole.
The forbidden gate, clenched tighter than a virgin's.
I summoned even more pleasure essence, as if reluctantly. Then I brought my finger to the small wrinkle nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Eek?! Hnngh, th-there…! Haat, it's dirty! Hoo!”
A shocked moan burst from the head on the table.
“Dirty? For a human-form android, they should've removed bodily functions like defecation long ago, right?”
“Haak…! B-But, no, it feels weird…! Hoo?”
For something she called dirty, her body's reaction wasn't half bad.
Honestly, I'd never fucked a woman's second hole before. Even cleaned out, there was this vague revulsion about it being unclean.
But this bitch was different.
She was just a living onahole.
Did I really need to hesitate?
Under my pleasure essence, her tightly shut anus twitched slightly open.
I didn't miss the gap, aiming my cock there once more. Narrower than her pussy, no slick mucus—just a dry entrance.
First, I gently pressed the tip against that tiny hole and rubbed in slow circles.
“Y-You're really, hngh, gonna put it, aah, no…!”
Then slowly, very slowly, I pushed the glans inside.
Pfuuuk…!
'Urk.'
A breath-stealing pressure enveloped my entire body.
A sensation utterly unlike her pussy. Brutally tight and dry, every wrinkle clamping my glans with agonizing pleasure that pierced through me.
“Haaak, hngh, krrng… I-It hurts, tingling, so weird…!”
An unknown sensation, completely different from her pussy.
Less pleasure, more conquest.
Forcibly twisting open a sealed door, defiling a sanctuary untouched by anyone—the taboo thrill of conquest.
I gripped her hips tight and began thrusting in earnest.
The untrained narrow passage created tearing friction with every in-and-out.
Thwack, thwack, smack!
“I-It hurts, hngh, s-save me… I-it's different from the pussy… M-my belly feels weird… Heeeuk!”
I ignored the head wailing on the table.
If anything, her pained expression fueled my sadism further.
Unatisfied, I summoned even more pleasure essence and poured it into her second hole.
Then the dry, tight walls began writhing as if forcibly injected with life.
Like gaining a will of its own, the walls twitched and squeezed my cock, and I spewed thick precum wildly.
The friction sounds changed.
No longer dry flesh rubbing, but hot mucus sloshing in sloppy waves filling the room.
Smack— smack—!
Slap—! Slap—!
“Haang, hek, n-no… Hngh, h-hot… Inside's melting… It's different from before…!”
Her ass slapped loudly against the bedsheets as I ramped up the speed.
Her lower half shook violently up and down in rhythm with my pounding, like it was truly alive. The head on the table could no longer even scream, just trembling and gasping ragged breaths.
“N-Now, stop…! I-I'm gonna, nng…! It's different from pussy cumming…! B-brain's melting, ahk…! D-Don't wanna cum, don't wanna cum from my ass…!”
And finally.
The moment her sphincter spasmed, convulsively milking my cock.
I sensed she'd reached climax.
“Nnguuu—gh! N-No, c-cumming…! Ugroook! No, not like this…! Nnguuuugh!”
Like pent-up pussy pleasure exploding at once, clear hot fluid squirted out in a fountain.
Spiiiish—!
I felt her lower half go limp and squeezed out my own release into her ass.
Sticky hot cum gurgled deep into her guts, filling the narrow crevice.
It didn't end with one burst. My pulsing cock—throb, throb—pumped thick white semen relentlessly into her deepest parts. Finally, it leaked past her sphincter, bubbling white foam down between her thighs.
“Hoo, you milked it good, you slut.”
“Heuk, hngh, m-my ass…”
Thick teardrops fell from her head. Her blue eyes, drowned in ecstasy and unfocused, stared at me pathetically.
“Why the tears.”
I pulled my cock from her sloppy ass hole and brought the still-steaming shaft to her head.
“Should I use this mouth-pussy too?”
“……!”
At my words, her tears stopped like a lie.
With a despairing expression, she barely squeezed out her voice.
“Hngh, th-then… does that mean I'm your sex slave now?”
“Hm…”
I scratched my ear and replied indifferently.
“Don't worry. I've got separate candidates for sex slaves.”
“Huh? I-I'm… not even a candidate?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Th-Then… you're gonna dispose of me…!”
“Nah, not that.”
I chuckled at her panic.
“You're lucky. Our guild, 'Arbiter,' is still short on manpower. Having a capable alchemist like you isn't a bad idea. I was originally planning to squeeze a few more pennies out of you by selling more recipes.”
At my words, her face filled with deep regret.
She'd thrown away an immense opportunity that could've been bought for pennies, only to end up a slave.
Sob…
A sorrowful sob threatened to burst from her mouth again.
“Crying again?”
“N-No!”
I pressed my cock against her lips once more.
She stopped crying, puffing her cheeks and glaring at me.
As if protesting, 'I won't suck a cock that just came out of my ass.'
Tch. If only she'd been like this from the start.
I clicked my tongue and picked up her scattered parts one by one.
I aligned the lower half with her severed torso.
Click.
Like magnets, the parts smoothly adhered and perfectly fused.
I carefully reattached her arms and legs to their proper places one by one.
“Let's get along, yeah?”
“……”
“Anyway, everything we did in this mansion—the Witch was probably watching it all live. I can slip out somehow, but she doesn't seem keen on letting you go, so wouldn't it be best for you to adapt to reality ASAP?”
At my words of comfort, she murmured blankly.
“What did I ever do to anger the Witch this much…”
“Doubt you did anything wrong.”
“Huh?”
“You know how Nocturne Town works. The only law here is survival of the fittest. You just showed weakness from a loser's position.”
Same for me.
Without the game lore, main story, and future sight, I'd be a corpse in some dark alley by now.
I turned to Aira, standing quietly beside me.
“Aira.”
“Yes, Master.”
“The new witch phantom we'll acquire this time. And that slave over there, Doris Finch. Finally, my new clone that’ll reside in this mansion. Add them all to our guild 'Arbiter's' official roster. Give them fitting nicknames instead of real names. And start planning how to manage our new asset, this mana stone.”
Aira bowed mechanically, without a hint of deviation.
“Understood. As you wish, Master. One question: What kind of guild should Arbiter position itself as?”
“Information guild.”
I answered without hesitation.
“Unlike those Hermes bastards who just take money for scraps. We won't deal in mere intel or rumors. We'll handle knowledge itself. Alchemy recipes, hidden skill principles. We'll monopolize knowledge itself and sell it.”
The lesson from recipe trading: my only edge over others right now is knowledge itself.
'Build capital with this and roll it.'
With the main story just months away.
Future knowledge was my most powerful asymmetric asset, even stronger than clones.