The Curse (1)

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"KRAAAAAAGH—!"

The Butcher, bathed from head to toe in rancid blood, let out a monstrous roar. I wasn't a monster, so I couldn't make out a word of what the bastard was screaming—but I could tell he was pissed as hell at me.

"Heh heh heh heh heh!"

The thought of that ugly pig-bastard losing his shit because of me sent me into a fit of laughter. God, this was fun.

That leg of his is looking awfully tempting.

Losing a foot is a massive pain in the ass whether you're human or monster. A man who's spent his whole life on two feet isn't going to just adapt the second one of them is gone, and monsters are no different. Case in point: Kutlanka, the raid boss I'd fought before. The moment that thing lost one of its four legs, its movement speed tanked.

A line from a movie I'd enjoyed floated up through my head.

Slice one here, slice one there.

If I just carved off one of the Butcher's arms and one of his legs, I could take my time butchering him at my leisure.

Ah, shit—

I'd been woolgathering, and my reaction came a beat too late. I ducked my head in a hurry.

SHINK—!

Holy fuck. That almost took my head off.

The Butcher's massive cleaver sheared a few hairs off the crown of my skull. If my reaction speed had been even a fraction slower, it would have been my head, not my hair.

"You pig-fucking bastard!"

Rage boiled up in me at the thought that I'd nearly lost a thousand Gems to a monster whose entire reason for existing was to feed experience points to Masters and Fairies.

"Hrrrngh! Give me that fucking leg, you son of a bitch!"

Rage makes a man strong. I poured every ounce of power in my body into a slash aimed at his leg.

CRUNCH—!

Like an axe buried in a tree trunk, my sword sank deep into the Butcher's thigh. The split flesh looked like one more blow would take the whole thing off.

You're fucking dead.

I let go of the sword without a second thought, pulled a shield from my inventory, and gripped it with both hands.

"Haki-haki-hakicho!"

BOOOOM—!

KRAAAAGH—?!

I slammed the shield into the sword still buried in his thigh with everything I had. The blade sheared through bone and rotting flesh and burst out the other side. In an instant the bastard had lost a leg. He staggered, couldn't find his balance, and toppled over sideways.

"You're fucking dea— huh?"

"Alan!"

"I shall assist you, Master!"

"...Fuck."

The high I'd been riding at the thought of carving the Butcher to pieces crashed straight into the floor the moment I saw my party members charging this way.

Why the hell are they so goddamn fast when I don't need them to be?

If they'd just shown up a little later, I could have savored the Butcher's screams. The party members who usually looked so adorable to me were getting on my last nerve today.

...Nah. Not quite. I don't hate the look of them.

I ran my eyes over my party—specifically, over the women's bodies.

Oralisa would do nicely.

As an archer, she had to stay mobile, so her armor was lighter than everyone else's. She wore a light leather breastplate and tight pants that clung like leggings. Aquaril and Kanisia, standing beside her, had far better figures—but Oralisa had a flavor all her own.

I'd already been forced into something like celibacy while we cleared the Catacomb. On top of that, carving up the Butcher had left me heavy and aching between the legs. I couldn't hold out any longer.

"...Heh heh heh heh."

Our Oralisa's pussy is so springy and chewy. Delicious, really.

"Welcome! I already did most of the work! Let's all take the last hit together!"

I licked my lips as I looked at Oralisa and waved my party over.

The mid-boss Butcher thrashed on the ground to the bitter end, swinging that massive cleaver, but Kanisia's spear—packed with mana—finally ran him through and ended him.

"Whoa. Not a bad haul."

True to a mid-boss, the Butcher dropped a full three Medium Growth Stones and one Upper Growth Stone. And that wasn't all we'd gotten.

"This looks pretty useful too, doesn't it?"

"It does, but... something about it feels ominous. Let me see... There. See? It's cursed."

Kanisia checked the massive ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cleaver's information and shook her head.

The massive cleaver the Butcher had been using carried three effects in total. The first two were excellent. The last one was the problem. It bore what this world called a curse—a negative-type effect.

Use the massive cleaver for a hundred days and you would be afflicted with Mental Aberration — Bloodlust. In plain terms, it would turn a perfectly normal person into a psychopath who couldn't last a single day without killing someone. A horrific effect. That was why a four-star Rare-grade item was only worth two and a half million Gold.

"What if I just used it for ninety-nine days, though?"

"What do you mean, 'what if'? And you don't even use greatswords, Alan. Just drop it. If you really need a weapon, we can pick one up when we get back to the city."

"....."

This bitch?

Kanisia snapping back at every word I said was really starting to grate. This from a woman who moaned and cried with pleasure the second my cock was inside her. I had half a mind to lock her up for a year and fuck her until that pretty pink pussy of hers turned black and blue.

"Fine, whatever. We'll have it purified and sell it."

I hid the filthy thought behind a casual tone. I couldn't afford to have Kanisia leave my side right now. I needed her if we were going to clear the Catacomb smoothly.

"As long as you don't use it, it's fine."

"Alright. If we've grabbed everything, let's head back."

We'd taken down the first basement floor's mid-boss. Starting tomorrow, we would move on to clearing the second basement floor.

As long as a dungeon had enough mana to naturally spawn monsters, leaving and re-entering a dungeon without floors would bring all the monsters back. But in a floored dungeon like the Catacomb, it didn't matter how much mana the place had: once you killed the mid-boss in charge of a given floor, no more monsters would spawn there. Only after you killed the boss monster on the final floor would the dungeon reset, and every floor would fill with monsters again. Of course, if a dungeon's mana had been completely depleted, even killing the boss wouldn't bring the monsters back.

Anyway. Having cleared the first basement floor, we returned to base camp. We ate a late dinner, washed our bodies and gear in a nearby lake, and took turns standing watch. Aquaril took first watch, Kanisia and Abraham second, and Oralisa and I the last.

And then it was my turn.

"Mmh... Oralisa is sleepy, Master..."

"Shut up and suck my cock."

"Huh?"

Oralisa had been sitting by the campfire, rubbing her eyes. My rough words made her blink, her eyes going wide and round. I walked over to her, yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion, grabbed her head, and mashed her face into my groin.

"W-wait! M-Master, hang on—"

"I don't give a shit about hanging on. Suck my cock. Now."

"Nnh!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK—!

I grabbed my raging hard cock and slapped it across Oralisa's face. She'd never seen me like this; she froze for a second in shock, then parted her lips.

"Ghk—?!"

"Khh... Fuck, that's so goddamn good, you filthy bitch. That mouth-pussy of yours is a work of art."

"Ghk! Ghk! Ghhk!"

I grabbed those trademark twin-tails of hers and shook her head like a rag doll. Oralisa's small mouth was forced open to its limit, and my cock drove in and stabbed the back of her throat. She started slapping my thighs, choking.

I'd been letting cum pile up in my balls for close to a week. Using Oralisa's mouth, I hit the edge fast.

"I'm gonna cum. Swallow every last drop, you filthy bitch."

"Mmmmph?!"

SPURT—! SPURT—! SPURT—!

Thick cum flooded Oralisa's mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to swallow, but she couldn't get it all down. When I pulled my cock out, the leftover semen spilled from between her lips.

"Cough! Cough! Master, why are you suddenly—"

"Why do you think? I want to fuck you. Now lick the cum off my cock."

"Aaaah..."

Tears had welled in Oralisa's eyes; she'd had a rough time of it. But she was bound by the Fairy's curse. Refusing my orders was not an option. Still coughing, she started sucking my cock clean.

Once she'd finished cleaning me off, I stripped off her pants and panties and sat down on a log we'd been using as a seat.

SCHLICK—! SCHLICK—! SCHLICK—!

"Haaahn! Nnnngh~!"

"Heh heh heh. You filthy bitch. You get in heat just from sucking your Lord's cock? Huh? You dirty little slut."

I grabbed her moon-round ass and drove into her pussy. That cute little cunt of hers was already dripping slick.

"Aaahn... Master, you're scaring me when you talk like that..."

"Scared, huh? Then why the fuck is your pussy drooling like this, you bitch? And look at that face. You're dying for it. You pathetic little slut. Spread that cunt."

SCHLCK—!

"Haaaaahn~!"

I spread her ass and yanked her back onto me, and my cock split her inner walls and sank all the way to the hilt. Oralisa's whole body jerked.

SCHLCK—! SCHLCK—! SCHLCK—! SCHLCK—!

"Hnh! Hah! Aaahn~!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, bitch. You trying to wake everyone up?"

"S-sorry, Master... nnh! Hnh!"

"'Sorry'? That's informal. A cock-sleeve talking down to her Lord? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Who the fuck do you think you are?"

SLAP—!

"Nnnngh~! I-I'm sorry, my Lord!"

"Khh... Fuck, this bitch's pussy tastes so goddamn good..."

I grabbed her waist from behind and pounded her. Oralisa's pussy was as tight as her mouth was small. Every time my cock stabbed the entrance to her womb, her inner walls clamped down and chewed on me.

"Oralisa."

"Y-yes, my Lord..."

"When we get back to Littleberry... khh, fuck, this is seriously delicious. Goddamn pussy restaurant."

"Th-thank you, my Lord... nngh~! Nngh~!"

"Anyway. When we get back to Littleberry, I'm taking your ass too. So get it ready by then."

"Y-yes...?"

Oralisa whipped her head around, startled by the mention of anal. Fear sat in her eyes. She'd been there the last time I'd shoved my cock into Aquaril's ass. Aquaril had struggled so badly she'd even cried, and I'd ended up stopping. Even Aquaril hadn't been able to take it. There was no way Oralisa would.

"Why aren't you answering? You're my fucking cock-sleeve, aren't you? That means your ass is mine too, so I can do whatever I want with it. Right? Answer me, damn it. Yes or no?"

"I—hahn! Yes..."

"So the second we get back to Littleberry, I'm fucking your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ass. Got it?"

"Yeees... nnnnh!"

"From now on, every time we rest, I want you fingering that ass. Play with it. So it doesn't tear later."

"I will! Yes! I will! Haaahn?!"

Oralisa's body shuddered. She'd hit her climax. I shoved my hand roughly into her clothes and squeezed her sticky-soft breasts hard.

"Haaahn! I-it hurts, my Lord!"

"Heh heh heh. You filthy bitch. Your Lord hasn't even cum yet and you went first. You love your Lord's cock that much? Huh? Love it so much you could die?"

"Yes! I love it! I love it so much I could die! I love my Lord's cock!"

"Khh, fuck... I'm gonna cum. Squeeze that pussy!"

"Y-yeeeess! Nnnnngh~!"

Her pussy clenched down hard. I couldn't hold it. I dumped my second load inside her. The orgasm went on and on, like I was pissing, and it wasn't long before Oralisa's womb was packed full of my cum.

"Haa... haa..."

SCHLCK—!

"Hahn?!"

"Trying to rest already? I'm not satisfied yet."

"My Lord... hahn! Hah! Aaahn!"

I poured cum into Oralisa's pussy until morning broke. By the time I'd wrung every last drop out of my balls, I felt like I'd shed a good two pounds.