Absolute Crisis, Do or Die
"Keeek! Keee-eeeek!!"
Crunch. I hurl the last remaining imp, and it slams into the petrification curse, turning to stone and shattering into pieces. The debris from the pulverized imp momentarily blocks my vision, and in that split second, I rip the earring from my ear with my fingers.
The pain is far beyond a mere sting—my earlobe tears clean off. I shove the earring straight into my mouth. It's the top-grade artifact Gloria gave me. I grit my teeth and crunch down hard. A jolt shoots through my dental nerves, making my cheek muscles twitch involuntarily.
Whoosh. Mana floods my mouth and spreads. One of the secret techniques Gloria taught me via communication crystal just days ago. I was supposed to swallow all my artifacts, but there's no helping it now. The ones on my melted fingers are probably in the larvae's guts in the brood pen by this point.
"Come at me!"
Excitement surges through me—not the sexual kind, but something else entirely. Isn't this just like an ero game? Victory means claiming glory, but defeat turns you into a meat toilet on the spot. The only difference? This isn't a game. No saving after a bad end cutscene and reloading from the last checkpoint.
The demon's face twists grotesquely before my eyes. It looks furious. Before it can spit out a spell, I leap straight at it and swing my fist with everything I've got.
Splat!
I've never fought in my life, but my perfect body—thanks to Gloria's training—moves with expert precision. The demon takes the punch and tumbles backward in a few rolls. Easier than I thought? That arrogant notion flashes through my mind as I charge again.
I read its movements. If it thrusts out its staff to cast petrification, I'll grab it, twist it back, and force the spell onto the demon itself.
But—
Die in agony.
A cursed voice suddenly echoes in my head. A sharp ding reverberates through my skull, followed by the sensation of my brain cells being crushed. Something oozes from my nose, eyes, and ears—thick, sticky fluid reeking of iron.
"...Huh?"
Whoosh. My head spins. Ju-eon. The curse language. The same power that melted my arms before.
Move. I have to move. But with my brain cells smashed, the odds of quick action are basically zero.
The demon doesn't miss the opening. It closes in and swings its staff hard.
Crack!
"Guh?!"
The force is insane—my facial bones shatter on impact. It's a miracle my skull doesn't explode. I fly back, crashing to the floor, and immediately regenerate my face while propping myself up on the ground to stand.
May your arms melt away.
"Gaaah?! Gyaaaahhh!!?!"
May your legs melt away.
"Aaaahhh!! Aaah! Oooh! Ooooh!! Nyaaaghh!!"
My perfectly fine arms melt like wet clay. I try to stand on my legs, but they dissolve right after. The pain feels like a hydraulic press slowly crushing my limbs—I scream in agony.
Silence your screams.
"─────────────────!!!!"
I can't scream anymore. In horrific agony, my half-melted legs and torso thrash wildly, veins bulging in my neck. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts♡ It huuuurts!♡ But... I've endured worse just moments ago. I focus my strength on my limbs. A cool sensation spreads as wounds knit and fresh flesh sprouts. Regenerating arms takes mere seconds. I roll across the floor, slipping out of the staff's line of sight.
Flash! Petrification rays pour where I was, turning pristine hellish marble to crumbling gray stone.
The demon seems to abandon petrification for now, dropping the staff and glaring at me. Its mouth opens. Can't let it speak. I leap at it.
Fall.
Too late. Thud! My knees buckle, and iron chains whip in from all sides.
"...Telekinesis?!"
Clank! The chains wrap around me in an instant, binding my arms tight. A normal person would be perfectly restrained, but I desperately wrench my limbs free. Thick chains shred my skin and snap bones, joints popping out—but regeneration will fix it.
"...........!"
But my regeneration slows. It used to finish in under three seconds; now it's noticeably lagging. Is there a limit? I didn't expect this. Should've considered it.
Collapse completely.
"Guh?!"
Slam! I topple as commanded, but I kick off the ground with arms and legs, flipping through the air to dodge incoming chains and blades. I evade them all. No—the demon's attacks are sloppy. Getting tired? If it kept spamming that death curse from before, I'd be done. Even just melting my limbs nonstop would've beaten me.
Now, it's limited to curses that halt me briefly. And telekinetic object control is easy to counter. Dodge the chains by charging. It sometimes curses to freeze me and exploit the gap, but it can't combo curses with telekinesis.
If the curse power has limits and massive costs...
—I can win.
Slash! I narrowly dodge a flying axe, watching my severed chest regenerate. The pain throbbing from my jiggling breasts hurts. These lumps I once flaunted as a female now feel like a hindrance. They might cause unexpected trouble. To end this fast, I charge the demon.
It stares at me, mouth slowly opening. Even if it curses, I'll rush right after and smash it with a powerful punch. Five steps away. One breath to close the gap.
I leap with all my strength.
Climax shamefully.
—O?!♡ ———Aaaah♡? Guh?!♡♡♡
Bliss hits at a completely unexpected timing. I collapse to the floor. In the heat of intense combat, my tensed muscles get assaulted by merciless pleasure. Squirting gushes from my pussy belatedly, and the ecstasy spreads from my cunt to my toes. I clench my toes hard, head slamming the ground as my body shudders violently.
Climax. Climax. Keep climaxing.
"Sto♡p♡ ~~~~♡♡♡ O♡ gu♡ ahk♡ ha! Hak♡"
Squish. Squish. Spluuurt. Spurt♡ squelch♡ spuuurt♡ Vulgar sounds erupt from my pussy hole. Forced orgasms. No resistance possible. My body isn't even aroused, yet sudden climaxes crash over me relentlessly.
This isn't cheap pleasure from clit stimulation. It erupts from the depths—the root of my clit, the core of my womb's mana—exploding like fireworks through my insides.
I bite down hard. Pure ecstasy slams my unaroused body without foreplay. A new kind of pleasure. Terrifyingly intense. Like I'm a toy. Just press the climax button♡ and it obeys—
Scary. Scary♡ Scary♡ My body isn't mine anymore♡ This shameful, orgasming body feels utterly alien♡
I have to stand. Quick, stand up♡♡
"Grah?!"
Violent pleasure racks my body, but as I shakily lift my head, something clamps around my neck. A glance back reveals over a dozen hulking imps gripping chains.
It's over........♡ Done for.......♡
I forgot—this is the heart of the succubus's tower. The imps grab my arms and legs. Still reeling from the brutal orgasms, I can't resist properly and endure as they bind me.
"Wai♡t♡ st-stopaaaahh!!??! Eeeeek!!! It hurts! Gaaaaahhh!!"
They start hammering massive stakes into my slumped limbs. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud!
"Gaaaaahhhh!! Oooohhh!! O♡ O♡ Ooooh!! Sto♡p aaahhh!! Guhek! Ek! Eek! Gyaaah! O♡ oooh!!"
The stake in my thigh rips skin, pierces muscle, shatters bone, and pulverizes every delicate thing inside. My elbows get crushed with maces, and to prevent regeneration, they stuff the mangled wounds with mystery nails and metal tools.
I'm nailed to the floor, elbows smashed into meat paste. Shards of weapons embed in the loose severed joints, and chains lock my neck, arms, shoulders, and waist.
"Gu............O♡.........♡♡O........♡♡"
Overwhelming despair crashes down. The premise that I could escape if I tried is long gone.
The demon picks up its petrification staff and approaches my neutralized form. I look up at it. Lost in despair, yet my eyes sparkle brightly. In contrast, the demon—the embodiment of hellish horror—gazes down coldly, rigorously appraising my value as a female.
For one who craves ruin, you are utterly vulgar and frail.
"...That's what makes it good."
Wanting to be a quadruple-amputee onahole doesn't mean I'm numb to pain and pleasure. Quite the opposite—it's because I feel them so sharply that I crave it. I'm certain I can hold this stance until total ruin.
No matter how strong I get, how much experience I gain, how superior my body becomes—my ideology is rotten to the core. All my physical might—even this fight—is just to become a meat sex toilet.
You will regret this for the rest of your life.
The demon murmurs lowly, extending its staff. The petrification spell comes next. Soon. So soon. I feel the mana sloshing in my gut and fall into grave deliberation.
One word—one spell with the artifact-boosted mana—and I might eke out a reversal. But if I utter even a single incantation, I'll become a statue for at least a century: orgasming endlessly, tortured without mercy, not even allowed to beg forgiveness amid the pain.
...I...
"──────"
I slowly open my mouth.