Chapter 687
Chapter 687
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 687
Chapter Title: Vanguard - Alien Invasion
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I spent my time with Cloud while resting at the witch's house. I clung to her like a dog in heat, our bodies entwining. My endless lust was part of it, but it was also a plan to provoke Dorothy.
According to [Pussy's Voice], Dorothy had been peeking at me and Cloud having sex and masturbating every day.
I ran into Dorothy on the first floor.
She didn't look like the neat and perfect woman I'd first seen. Her black hair was disheveled, and her face was slightly hollowed out. She reminded me of an office worker who hadn't slept properly due to overtime.
'Bet she jerked off hard last night too. Right, pussy?'
-Yeah. I masturbated. Came six times.
The day before yesterday, she'd climaxed over ten times. She'd gotten used to the stimulation over time.
'She must want even stronger stimulation now.'
-Sex. I want sex too!
Just hearing her pussy's words was enough to know my plan was working.
"Dorothy."
"...Do you have something to say to me?"
Her voice carried the fatigue of sleep deprivation. I habitually glanced at her chest. Her nipples poked slightly through her black clothes.
"We're in the middle of a bet, aren't we? I'd like to talk about the second one."
"Ah.... Right. We are betting.... I forgot for a moment. Can we proceed without the blonde?"
"Cloud's sleeping."
"......No wonder she's wiped out."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. This might take a while, so why don't we sit?"
"Let's sit on the sofa. It was surprisingly comfortable last time."
"It's a special sofa made with magic. One of my prides. I'll grab some coffee—sit tight and wait."
A moment later, she returned with two cups of coffee.
"Smells great."
"Grew the beans in my garden myself. The taste is top-notch too—give it a try."
"It's not just the coffee. I meant your scent, Dorothy."
"W-what?"
She nearly spilled her coffee in surprise.
"Don't take it the wrong way. I was just voicing what I sensed. Ah, mind if I get a little closer to sniff properly?"
"...No. That'd put me in a tough spot."
"Just once. Once is enough. It's this ticklish, intoxicating scent—I really want to savor it right. Please."
I bowed my head and pleaded. Dorothy hesitated. The fact that she didn't flatly refuse was a good sign.
"...Just once."
"Thank you!"
I hadn't expected her to agree. Before she could change her mind, I swiftly moved to her side and brought my face near her neck. Her unique flesh scent mixed faintly with sweat—the aroma of a bitch in heat.
"S-stop...!"
Dorothy flushed red and pushed me away. I plopped down beside her and picked up my coffee cup. Just as I'd smelled her, she'd surely caught my scent too.
-Sex! Sex! Sex!
Her pussy was chanting it nonstop. My ploy was hitting home.
Slurp.
"The taste matches the aroma perfectly. A good smell usually means good flavor, right, Dorothy?"
"I... I agree."
Dorothy sipped her coffee.
"Dorothy. What's the second bet?"
"Digging up three wild mandragora roots."
"Sounds like the harpy egg one."
"Not even close. Wild mandragoras are in the Underworld Labyrinth. Twice as dangerous as harpies."
I stared at her intently. She fidgeted under my silent gaze.
"W-why are you looking at me like that?"
"Just puzzled. We're betting, right? But your tone sounds like you're worried about me."
"Y-you're imagining things. I'm just trying to pressure you. If I say stuff like this, you'll tense up and underperform."
Dorothy blabbered incoherently. I nodded.
"Dorothy. I know nothing about mandragoras. Could you teach me?"
"That much I can do. Knowing about them won't give you an edge anyway. Hmm. Experiencing one firsthand isn't bad either. Follow me. I'll show you the mandragora in the garden."
"You grow them in the garden?"
"Yeah. Magic makes it possible, more or less. Though they're weaker than wild ones."
I followed her to the garden. I'd dismissed it as uninteresting during my stay, but the back was full of bizarre plants: shark-like ones, trees oozing sticky fluid endlessly. Grotesque and unsettling.
"Aaaargh! You bastard!! I'll kill you!!!"
Dark Maker's bellow echoed from behind. Pure malice toward me.
Dorothy frowned.
"Why leave that thing be? It screams like that occasionally—drives me nuts. Want me to deal with it?"
"He has info I need. If you off him on your own, Cloud'll be pissed."
"That blonde's no match for me. But for your sake, I'll leave him alone."
We reached a wide clearing. At its center grew massive leaves.
"That's a mandragora."
"Looks just like grass. Can I yank it out barehanded?"
"Sure. If you can handle the scream."
"......Does the scream kill you?"
"Not instantly."
Implying there's still a chance of death.
"Slow death?"
"The scream induces hallucinations."
"Hallucinations.... What kind?"
"Varies each time. Could be your past, monsters, loved ones. Might feel euphoric ecstasy or crushing despair."
"Despair bad enough to die?"
She nodded.
"Yeah. Overwhelmed by hallucinatory suicidal urges, they strangle themselves. Odds under 10%, though."
"How do you extract one safely?"
I recalled the welcome tea she'd served. It had mandragora in it—she knew a safe way.
"Earplugs don't block the scream. It's a curse in itself. Knock it out to silence the curse, then pull and kill."
"Punch the underground root?"
"Not that simple. And don't kill it underground. Nutrients soak into the soil, turning it into normal plants."
"How do you do it?"
She chuckled softly.
"Forgot I'm a witch? Its curse doesn't affect me."
And it wouldn't affect me either. Physical rot curses, maybe—but mental ones? Useless.
"Guess I'll have to tough out the hallucination. How long do they last?"
"Not long. About 10 minutes? And you resisted the harpy song, so you won't die."
I paused briefly. Wheels turning. If I pull it, fake the hallucination. With my acting trait, I can fool her.
"Worried a bit, but.... Can I try pulling that one?"
"Testing the waters, huh."
"Yes. If it's too much, I'll forfeit the second bet."
"Fine. I'll watch. If you go suicidal, I'll stop you. Gently now—don't damage it."
"Got it."
I approached the mandragora and dug around it as she instructed, gripped the leaf center with one hand, and yanked upward hard. The root resembled a human face.
"KyaAAAAAAAH!"
It screamed. Showtime. I loosened my grip and staggered.
'Key is facial acting. Look utterly braindead. Eyes especially....'
I kept unfocused eyes, mouth slack.
I felt Dorothy watching silently. No reaction meant my act was convincing. Or she'd never seen it before.
'No one else comes to the Underworld. Makes sense.'
I flailed dumbly at the air.
"Ah, uh, aaaahh...."
While stumbling around groaning weirdly. Glancing back, Dorothy observed intently. First time seeing this for her too.
'Easier to ham it up.'
Thud.
I collapsed realistically. No clutching face or twitching. Writhed on the ground minutes, then rose.
"Urgh. Th-this... uuuuhhh...."
Pretended to snap out briefly. She knew my strong mind.
Staggering circles, I approached her. Before she dodged, I hugged tight.
"Eek?!"
"Ah, aaah! Cloud!"
Stroke. Strokestroke.
Faking hallucination, groped her body. Cloud's was firm; hers pure softness. Breasts perfection.
"Not that bitch... haaah...."
Squeezed her ass, buried face in nape, licked. Smug grin. She looked troubled, but didn't push hard.
'Didn't grab that rough, yet no shove. And she could magic me but isn't.'
Got bolder. Kneaded breast with one hand, licked jaw and cheek. Her breath grew ragged.
"Cloud. You taste delicious. I want more of you."
Started stripping her.
"N-no...."
She thrashed like snapping to.
-Sex! Sex! Sex!
Her pussy craved it. Not purely hating.
I kissed her.
"Mmph...."
Sealed lips, forced tongue in. Resistance halted. Kissed passionately, courting. Teeth, palate, inner cheeks, tongue—all devoured.
Dorothy's usual composure? Eyes spinning, face beet-red spectacle.
"Mmph... haak... ah."
Watching her felt like tongue-fucking.
'Even with my Sexual Sensitivity Boost... she's overreacting. Virgin territory?'
Her legs quivered, buckled.
Thud.
She crumpled; I stayed atop, ravaging her mouth.
'Even better.'
Kissing, hiked skirt, slipped hand in. Heat and wetness hit. Obvious cause.
Smack. Smooch. Slurp....
Dorothy dazed, limp from kiss.
Hand reached her crotch. Soaked panties useless.
'This shape and size... skimpy T-panties? Bolder lingerie than expected.'
Slid inside.
"Hnnngh!"
Sparse, fine pubes. Manicured vibe. Below, her pussy—biggish, not seen but felt. Hard clit, soft thick labia.
Finger in hole. Slid easy. Thick-dildo masturbation made one finger nothing.
Squelchsquelchsquelch.
She shuddered per movement.
I released her mouth.
"Ah, Dorothy.... Your pussy's so warm."
"......!"
Her eyes widened round.