Hidden Piece Strategy

Bam! A powerful impact sent my body flying roughly five meters through the air before I crashed hard into the ground. I planted my hands on the floor and pushed myself up.

“That nearly fucking killed me.”

My eyes went straight to my finger. More precisely, to the ring on my middle finger—the one with the striking geometric pattern. It was the Iron Wall Fortress I’d stolen from Pernia. True to its reputation as a staple artifact, it was already proving its worth in the very first fight. Without it, that last blow would have shattered a few ribs and turned this into a brutal slog.

I let out a sigh and stared at the slime.

“I’m such an idiot. How the hell did I forget?”

The technique the slime had just used was unmistakably the Saintess’s. Her divine power abilities were so overwhelmingly strong that people tended to overlook it, but the Saintess was a master of melee combat. When necessary, she could wrap herself in holy energy and fight on the front lines like a warrior. Just because the slime lacked divine power didn’t mean the technique itself had vanished.

There was no path to victory like this.

I clicked my tongue.

‘Guess there’s only one option left.’

I really didn’t want to use it, but I couldn’t just roll over and let the slime devour me. Time to pull out the final card.

‘Saintess. I’m sorry.’

After apologizing to her once more in my head, I looked the slime dead in the eyes and declared without hesitation.

At the same time, an overwhelming surge of vitality exploded through my entire body, accompanied by a godlike sense of omnipotence. As always, the thrill was electric. In contrast, the slime seemed unable to adapt to the sudden change. Its whole body trembled violently as it panicked. Its massive breasts jiggled naturally with the motion.

“Why do they all react exactly the same?”

Every woman who experienced the Rape Declaration for the first time reacted with that same panic. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to call a slime a woman, but calling it a man would make me the gay one, so female it was.

I used that opening to charge straight at the slime.

Glurk!?

Even in its panicked state, it assumed the same stance as before. It was clearly trying to deflect my attack with that mysterious technique. Too bad.

I never planned to punch it in the first place. I had to rape it—there was no telling what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would happen if I struck with this ridiculous strength.

I swung my fist as a feint, then at the last possible moment launched my body forward like a tackle. The slime fell right into my shoulder charge and collapsed onto the floor. I pinned both its arms down, then used one hand to yank my pants open and pull out my cock. The freed shaft throbbed powerfully.

I’d been staring at the Saintess’s bare breasts the entire time. I was so unbearably hard I couldn’t hold back anymore. Precum was already dripping heavily from the tip.

I immediately pressed my cock against its pussy.

‘No need for foreplay.’

Even if its shape was that of the Saintess, the body itself was slime. I had no idea if it could even produce natural lubrication.

“Then, Saintess… I’ll be borrowing your pussy for a bit!”

Since it wouldn’t affect the real person at all, there was no problem with fucking it. Rationalizing it that way, I thrust my cock inside.

Schlup!

As expected from a slime, I didn’t even need to apply much force. Its folds spread wide open and swallowed my entire length. I savored the detailed texture of its inner walls as I drove myself all the way to the root.

“Haa… So this is the Saintess’s pussy.”

It didn’t have the warm body temperature of a human, which felt a little strange, but the thought of fucking a perfect replica of the Saintess’s cunt filled me with unbearable guilt and pleasure. Riding that wave of excitement, I didn’t hesitate. I began slamming my hips like a madman.

Schlick! Schlick!

The precum flowing freely without restraint acted as lubricant, producing wet, obscene sounds with every thrust that tickled my ears. The stimulation was intense—almost painfully so. My cock felt like it was tingling with a burning sensation.

‘Fuck. My dick’s going to melt.’

This wasn’t a metaphor. The moment the slime realized it couldn’t escape, it began secreting acid like crazy. Thanks to that, my cock could glide even more smoothly along its inner walls, but if this continued much longer, something irreversible might happen.

I increased my thrusting speed even more.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!

My thighs slapped rhythmically against its supple ass. I used that rebound force to fuck its pussy with everything I had. My efforts paid off quickly. A thick, rising urge to cum surged through me.

I didn’t hold back. I unleashed my load immediately.

Burrrrrl!

“Khhk!”

The pleasure vibrating through my prostate made me groan softly. My semen filled the slime’s womb in real time. Through the translucent blue mucus, I could faintly see the white fluid swirling inside. Unfortunately, my three hundred million little swimmers were quickly dissolved by the acidic liquid.

While feeling a pang of sympathy for them, I finished my ejaculation in a flash before my cock could suffer the same fate and quickly pulled out. Not a single drop of semen leaked from the slit that had already returned to its original shape.

I caught my breath for a moment, then reached for its chest before the slime could move again. I grabbed one of the soft, bouncy breasts and crushed the core hidden inside it.

Crunch!

At the same time, the beautiful female form collapsed, melting into a puddle of mucus that flowed across the floor.

“What a waste.”

If I could have taken it with me, it would have made the perfect onahole—its pussy felt that good. I hadn’t even gotten to play with those huge tits much either. I pushed the thought of how incredible the real Saintess’s body must be into the corner of my mind and straightened my clothes.

It was time to collect my reward.

“Not that there’s much to get.”

I walked around to the back of the wall the transforming slime had been guarding. There sat a perfectly round lump of gold. It wasn’t pure gold, but the volume was substantial enough that I wouldn’t have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to worry about money for a while. On the other hand, that was all there was.

For transmigrators, the top priority was becoming strong enough to protect themselves. A pile of gold that wasn’t even an artifact held little value. Still, it had a clear use for me.

‘There’s so much I need to buy.’

Recalling my shopping list, I calmly stored the gold lump in my spatial pouch, glanced around once more, and headed for the exit. And with that, my first dungeon raid came to an end.

“Alright, everyone. Pass the handouts around. We’re about to discuss something important, so wake up if you’re dozing off.”

At Sara’s words, I slowly lifted my head. She might as well have been talking directly to me. I accepted the handout that was passed over and read the first line.

That’s right. The training camp season had already arrived. Midterms were over, and this event was coming to inject some excitement into our academy life, which had grown routine after everyone settled in.

That explained the constant buzzing chatter filling the classroom.

‘Training camp, huh…’

I remembered this as a relatively relaxed episode. It was the kind of story where you watched Abel grow, got tangled up with the heroines in various ways, and enjoyed some heartwarming events. It was fun when I played it as a game, but actually participating now didn’t appeal to me at all.

‘I should be getting stronger instead of wasting time on this.’

Still, I couldn’t skip it. A dungeon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that could only be found during the training camp episode existed, and the artifact you could obtain there had quite a unique ability. But that wasn’t even the main ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reason.

‘That’s just a bonus.’

My real goal was the other transmigrators who would gather at the dungeon to obtain that artifact. If I played my cards right, I might even be able to uncover the identities of that suspicious bald swordsman or the flame mage.

Of course, that was assuming they were students in the same year.

‘At least one of them should take the bait.’

I continued refining my plans in my head while half-listening to Sara’s explanation. By the time the homeroom period ended and I was about to leave the classroom—

“Can we talk?”

Scadia Maryland, my fiancée from Class 3, had come to see me. A crowd of curious students had gathered around her. Every single one of them was watching us with eyes full of interest.

I asked bluntly, “Didn’t we agree not to acknowledge each other at the academy?”

“I wanted to do that too, but something came up. It’s awkward to talk here, so let’s go outside.”

Scadia quickly stated her business, then turned around without waiting for a reply. What a self-centered woman.

“Why should I?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Why do I have to follow you to talk? Just say it here. Or is it something you can’t say in public?”

I put on the most obnoxious smirk I could manage—the kind that made people want to slap me across the face. Scadia’s eyes grew icy cold. She glanced around for a moment before deciding it didn’t matter and spoke.

“Father said he’ll be visiting the mansion this weekend. He wants you to come as well.”

“…Count Maryland?”

“Yes. You can refuse if you want. But in that case, the one who’ll be in trouble won’t be me. You know that, right?”

Honestly, refusing wouldn’t cause any major problems. But if things like this kept piling up, it would eventually give Scadia the justification she needed to break off the engagement.

Luan Priulri, who felt both inferiority and possessiveness toward Scadia, would never be able to refuse. I let out a mental sigh.

‘Ugh. If it weren’t for the other transmigrators…’

If I didn’t have to worry about appearances, I would have gladly called off this engagement. Her personality wasn’t my type at all, even if her looks were decent.

In the end, my choice was already made.

“I’ll visit.”

“Good. Then on Saturday morning—”

“Saturday doesn’t work. Tell them I’ll come on Sunday.”

“Pardon? Why?”

Scadia looked genuinely confused. Her expression practically screamed, What could a scumbag like you possibly have to do on the weekend that you’re avoiding it so hard? But I had no choice. If I skipped training again this Saturday, there was no telling what might happen.

Two weeks ago I’d postponed it to watch Abel’s awakening, last week I’d delayed it to monitor the dungeon raid, and if I skipped again this week, Kain might just give up on teaching me altogether—debt or no debt.

I absolutely couldn’t miss it this time. My determination must have shown in my eyes, because Scadia took a step back.

“I understand. Then I’ll see you Sunday morning. I’ll have a carriage waiting at the entrance.”

“Yeah.”

Having received my confirmation, Scadia turned on her heel. Her brilliant silver hair swayed as she cut through the crowd and disappeared. I was already dreading Sunday.

‘I can feel it.’

This was going to be incredibly annoying.