Applied Curse Techniques (2)
"I'll let you put it in... my ass."
"...Wait, really? Ah—no. It's fine."
The offer of anal sex had hooked me for a second, but I shook my head almost at once. I remembered what I'd said the last time Gigaesingwan's curse had turned me into a complete lunatic — that I was going to take her ass, and that she'd better be ready for it.
That had to be why Oralisa was saying this now. She'd taken those words to heart.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted.
But Aquaril hadn't been able to endure anal sex either — she'd cried the whole way through. There was no chance Oralisa would last. Pain tolerance scaled with the durability stat, and Oralisa's was far lower than Aquaril's.
"I wasn't in my right mind back then, Oralisa. So forget what I said that day. No — I'm ordering you to forget it."
"...Heehee!"
I put some steel into it, just in case she offered her ass again. For some reason, she burst out laughing instead.
Then she put on the most wickedly seductive face I had ever seen on her and whispered against my ear.
"It's okay, Master. The truth is... Oralisa's been getting ready ever since the day you told her to prepare."
"...P-prepare what, exactly?"
I swallowed without meaning to. I had never seen this side of her. Since when did she have this in her?
"I can fit three fingers now."
"....."
We're advancing way too fast, Professor.
It had only been four days since I'd told her to get her ass ready so I could take it the moment we got back to Littleberry.
Oralisa's fingers were small, sure — but her ass was tight. I knew that perfectly well. I'd confirmed it often enough, in the middle of everything else we'd done.
And she could already take three fingers?
"Haa..."
A sigh slipped out of me. I pulled her in tight from behind and held her there.
"...Want to head back to Littleberry right now?"
"Heehee! Then when are we supposed to clear the dungeon?"
"Beats me. After I've had a taste of my Oralisa's back door, maybe?"
"Bleh~ But Master's cock is way too big. Oralisa's ass still needs more prep."
"That's a damn shame."
"Mmh... Master..."
I caught her chin and kissed her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and swept through it like I was cleaning house — folding my tongue over hers, tracing every corner of her teeth.
"Haaang..."
When I pulled back, her eyes had gone hazy and unfocused. She was unbearably precious.
"I'll be looking forward to it, my Oralisa. My adorable Oralisa. You're mine forever. I'm not giving you to anyone. You'll be my Oralisa for the rest of your life."
"Yeah. I'm Master's Oralisa. So love me, Master."
"I told you to call me Lord, remember? From now on, whenever it's just the two of us, you call me Lord. That's our signal. Ours alone."
"...Our signal? So we keep it a secret from Aqua-cchi too?"
"That's right. It's a secret from Aquaril as well."
"Heehee! I'm so happy, Master. No — Lord."
Happiness bloomed across Oralisa's face.
I hadn't been the one to summon her into this world. That didn't matter. What mattered was that Oralisa was my Fairy. My woman.
"Think you can keep the moans down?"
"I'll try. Mmph!"
She laced her fingers together and clapped them over her mouth like a mask. The sight of it was so cute I laughed out loud — and then I took her by the waist and started rocking her up and down.
Whether it was my Strength or just how light she was, she weighed nothing. She might as well have been a feather.
Schlick—! Schlick—! Schlick—!
"Hnh! Hahng! Hnngh! Mmph!"
My cock carved mercilessly through the walls clamping down on it from every side, driving deep, battering the castle gates of that secret inner palace. Every time the head slammed into the mouth of her womb like a ram, Oralisa's back went rigid and her whole body shuddered. The way she barely held her voice in was so pitiful it almost hurt to watch.
Which, of course, only stoked me hotter.
"Oralisa. Get up for a second."
"Yes, Lord..."
I lifted her off me, and my cock slid free — soaked through with her slick, glittering in the campfire light as if someone had dusted it with sequins.
"Slurp~"
"Hnngh?!"
I turned her to face me, sank my hands into that soft ass, and sucked at the sopping folds between her legs.
I didn't leave a single drop — not even what had run down her thighs. Then I pulled her back down onto my lap.
Schlick—!
"Haaauh~ Lord..."
"Stick your tongue out."
"Yeees..."
We shifted into a face-to-face straddle and picked up where we'd left off. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and snapped my hips up into her. Oralisa reached around my back and clung on hard, like she meant to carve her nail marks into me.
"L-Lord, I— I think I'm... going to come...!"
"Me too. Let's go together, Oralisa."
"Yeah! Together, Lord! H-hgggk—?!"
She clamped her hands back over her mouth and started to shake. At the same instant, the walls gripping my cock clenched down hard.
I crushed her against me, pressed the head as deep as it would go, and emptied myself into her. Pulse after pulse after pulse — I poured into her womb without end.
"Haa, haa... Lord..."
"Oralisa..."
"Aaang~"
We kissed through the aftershocks. Our bodies were so warm I couldn't feel the chill of the night air at all.
Ah... I really want to go just one more time.
It stung that this wasn't Littleberry. If we'd been home, I would have kept going without a second thought.
"U-um..."
"?!"
"...Ah."
Someone spoke up behind us. Oralisa and I both whipped around at the same time. Aquaril was standing there, her face flushed crimson, her whole body twitching.
"M-Master... would it be all right if you... did me as well?"
How long had she been awake? I was pretty sure she'd been out cold right up until Oralisa and I started.
One thing was certain: she had watched us the entire way through. There was no other explanation for that look on her face — the look of a bitch in heat.
"Come here, Aquaril."
From where I was sitting, this was nothing but good news. I'd been wanting one more round anyway, and she'd gotten up all on her own.
In the end, I came inside Aquaril twice, then once more in Oralisa, and only then did our midnight outdoor session finally wind down.
I'd only meant to go one more time. That didn't happen.
"Hah!"
"Die! Die! Die!"
They couldn't have gotten a decent night's sleep after everything we'd done, but Aquaril and Oralisa didn't look the least bit tired. If anything, they were overflowing — tearing through monsters with the same wild abandon as the day before.
"Why do those two have so much energy today?"
Kanisia could only stare at them, completely lost.
KRAAAAAAH—!
"Whoa—!"
I'd started to turn toward them without thinking. The roar from in front of me snapped me back, and I threw myself sideways.
BOOM—!
A massive axe smashed into the spot where I'd been standing a heartbeat before.
Nnnghhh—!
"Tsk."
I slipped the Voodooist Zombie's attack and was about to counter when a groan from behind made me click my tongue and dive again.
THUNK—!
A spear punched into the ground I'd just vacated. The Spearman Zombie.
The mid-boss of the first underground floor had been a single 6-Star monster — the Butcher. The second floor was a different story. Down here the mid-bosses were five: the Swordsman Zombie, the Archer Zombie, the Voodooist Zombie, the Spearman Zombie, and the Healer Zombie.
"These fucking bastards! How the hell do a bunch of dead assholes have teamwork this good?!"
The plan had been the same as on the first floor: I'd hold the mid-boss myself while the rest of the party cleaned up the leftover trash.
What I hadn't planned on was there being five of them. The Voodooist Zombie had been standing there all by itself, looking very proud, so I'd assumed it was solo. There were four more waiting behind it.
Their coordinated assault was so tight I hadn't managed a proper sword swing or a single Wind Arrow. Not once.
The one silver lining was that none of them, individually, hit as hard as the Butcher had. In a one-on-one, I could have put any of them down myself. The problem was that these sons of bitches refused to give me a one-on-one.
Why does this feel so damn stifling?
My stats were higher than when I'd fought the Butcher. So were my skill levels. And yet this was so much harder.
Yes, I was holding off five well-oiled zombies by myself — but that wasn't the frustration I was feeling.
Against the Butcher, I'd been using a hundred percent of what I had. Right now it felt like I was fighting in chains.
I had gotten stronger. So why did it feel like this?
Uuuuuuurgh—
"Give me a fucking break, you sons of bitches!"
I threw myself aside as a spell from the Healer Zombie came screaming in. These assholes really would not give me a second to breathe.
And that was when it hit.
6-Star Gigaesingwan has cast Lust Release on Alan Han (Gibung-i).
You have been afflicted with a status ailment.
Consuming 1,000 gems to activate Molt (Mythic) will immediately clear this status ailment.
Use Molt (Mythic)?
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
Gigaesingwan's cooldown had rolled over at the worst possible moment, and the bastard had dumped another curse on me. Of all the times to pull this shit!
I'll just fire the skill first and—
I was about to use Molt and burn the curse off.
Uuuuuuurgh—!
"...Huh?"
The Swordsman Zombie came in low and swung for my legs.
It looked like slow motion.
I rolled forward, slipped the cut, and answered with a swing of my own in the same breath.
SLASH—!
My blade carved halfway through its neck.
"...The hell?"
The almost acrobatic counter I'd pulled off without thinking sent the Swordsman Zombie pitching forward in a messy tumble. I was just as stunned as it was.
...How the hell did I just do that?
That counter was something I could land if I set my mind to it. What I could not do — not in a situation this urgent — was react that fast.
Hah... what the hell is this?
And the insane, unconscious reaction speed didn't stop there.
Tap-tap-tap—!
Two coming in from behind.
The rest of the party was fighting trash mobs close enough that the mid-bosses' footsteps should have been swallowed by the noise. My ears picked those faint steps out of the racket anyway, clean and precise.
Swordsman's down. Voodooist and Healer in front of me. That leaves...
The Archer Zombie and the Spearman Zombie. That was it.
The instant I registered that, a bowstring snapped.
I was already moving — before I'd even consciously registered that the Archer Zombie had loosed. I moved the way a beast moves when its wild senses are wound all the way tight, on nothing but instinct.
SNATCH—!
KRAAAAH—?
I twisted aside, let the arrow hiss past, and caught the Spearman Zombie's thrusting spear in my bare hand.
It kept driving its feet, trying to shove me back, but it might as well have been spinning its wheels. It went nowhere. The Spearman Zombie cocked its head, finally catching on that something was wrong.
SLASH—!
I put my strength into the arm holding the spear and closed the gap in a rush. One cut, and the Spearman Zombie's head split down the middle. White mana was pouring off my blade.
...I actually pulled that off?
From dodging the arrow to splitting the Spearman Zombie's skull had taken maybe ten seconds. In that sliver of time I had slipped every attack they threw and landed a killing counter besides.
The same high I'd felt fighting the Butcher came flooding back through my body.
Ah. Wait. Is this what I think it is?
A thought flicked through my head. If I was right... there were other places I could put this to work.
...I'll finish these bastards first.
I could chase the thought later.
I stamped down hard and charged the Archer Zombie — the annoying one.