Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: 2nd Floor: A Hero Too Embarrassing to Show Anywhere
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D.D. treated this angel statue as an uninvestigable object blocked by the Sad Ghost's stone coffin.
That's why Dungeon Gallery was split on why the Specter's Tomb didn't exist—turns out it was hidden like this.
No, not hidden so much as added in like some DLC update.
"Severa and Maria..."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have learned the forgotten name of the Past Specter. You have learned the forgotten name of the Sad Ghost. I had no idea what they wanted, but it seemed I could uncover D.D.'s hidden lore in this dungeon.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have grown. ⚔ STATUS ⚔ Name: aaaa Level: 5 Health: 24/64 ■■■□□□□□□□ Magic: 36/36 ■■■■■■■■■■ Hunger: 100/100 ■■■■■■■■■■ Thirst: 100/100 ■■■■■■■■■■ Temperature: ◁■■■■■□□□□□▷
> ⚡ Strength 10(0) | 💨 Agility 15(0) | 🛡️ Constitution 08(0) ✨ Mind 08(0) | 🍀 Sense 09(0) | 💖 Charm 12(2) 💰 GOLD: 922 The sudden growth log prompted me to check my status window, and sure enough, Charm had increased by 2.
It wasn't one of those high-value skills you get at certain thresholds, and Charm wasn't super useful anyway, but free growth was free growth—nothing wrong with that.
"Is the idea to find these little details on the way down?"
I'd need to mull over how to take that, but I decided to ignore it for now.
Intentionally hunting for backstory like this smacked of a playthrough gone wrong.
Besides, I had other business to attend to.
I picked up the Lace Onahole, still leaking vaporous ectoplasm like thick fog.
It had a surprising heft that traveled up my arm.
But the bizarre texture—like groping empty air—meant without that weight, I might not have even realized I was holding an onahole.
Even trapped as an unmoving onahole, Lace's venomous glare bored straight ahead.
"Were you like this when you were alive?"
Smack—
I snapped my wrist against her ass like I had with the slime, but instead of taut flesh, it sounded like slapping a drum, ectoplasm splattering and evaporating around us.
"Oh... even as an onahole, the material's spot-on, huh? Pretty damn impressive."
Honestly, it might not even be a true onahole—just a preserved state meant for onahole use.
But that wasn't my problem, so I carried it back in front of the angel statue.
Half-shattered, the statue's remaining eye gazed down with benevolence—the likeness of Severa, no doubt—now facing the onahole made from Severa's soul.
What a artistically blasphemous setup.
"Your friend hoped you'd become an angel, but after holing up in this dungeon, all you managed was an onahole?"
I taunted Lace as I tore away the ragged black robe draped over her.
Red glowing eyes and a venomous scowl couldn't hide her swollen tits or the parted slit—proof she was just a female.
The fact that a living hero had devolved into a dead toy for my jerking off was hitting me just right.
The already tattered robe ripped cleanly from her chest down, exposing the specter's pale, glowing flesh in stark contrast to the angel statue wearing the same benevolent face.
『Lace Onahole』 Fuel: 0/15 【Summons Past Specter upon use】 【An onahole made from the ectoplasm of the Past Specter, who despaired at human frailty. Toy with it at will and etch deeper despair into her.】 I stripped off my familiar armor and perched on the stone coffin holding the Sad Ghost's remains.
'She's not here anyway, so it doesn't matter.'
Setting the Lace Onahole on my lap, the dripping ectoplasm trickled down my thighs and legs like standing in front of a humidifier.
Not the same as embracing warm flesh and blood, but not bad at all.
I grabbed her legs and spread them wide like a cheap whore, the fog-shrouded specter pussy now fully exposed.
The slit stayed tightly closed even at its limit.
"Never used it while alive, huh? Losing your virginity in death ain't so bad."
I pried the closed cleft open with my fingers, revealing pale inner flesh closer to sky blue than pink.
I pushed inside, parting the flesh easily.
Squelch—
Thanks to the ectoplasm's properties, my finger slipped deep into Lace's pussy without resistance.
"Hm... not sure. Never felt anything like it—hard to say if it's good."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Lace Onahole has accepted your finger. There was definitely a sense of penetration, but I tilted my head at whether it'd provide enough stimulation.
Maybe it was just about savoring the taboo thrill of the situation.
My eyes flicked to the slime, but I'd judge after a test run.
No helping it—onaholes needed semen to fuel up anyway.
Even so, my honestly aroused cock throbbed hot, ready to charge her pussy.
A man stands tall, squeezing out his last strength if he has to!
I faced the Lace Onahole, hooked her legs over my arms, and aligned my tip with her slit.
Schlick—
Like a kiss, our tips met, my cock panting eagerly to plunge beyond.
'Wasn't this bad with the slime... the visual stimulation really makes a difference.'
Good thing the specter had fallen this low—her looks were stunning.
Even deformed and shrunken as an onahole, her beauty hadn't faded.
Despite the unsettling red glow and rigid, twisted face brimming with negativity.
I wanted to break her at my whim, make her pant like a slut.
Smack—Schlurp—
I stole the specter's lips.
Just kissing a mere onahole, but claiming her as mine with that marking kiss felt thrilling and fun.
The specter offered no resistance—she was just my toy.
Illusory yet soft lips, neat teeth, a tongue like inhaling mist.
I arched my back to ravage her mouth deeper as my long-waiting cock pressed down, slowly inserting into the specter's pussy beneath our kiss.
Squelch—Thrust—
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Lace Onahole has accepted your cock. The insertion was agonizingly slow. No intense stimulation, just like with my finger.
Ectoplasm was half-transcended from the material realm.
But my arousal had peaked beyond such simple friction—my sensitized nerves caught the fragile texture, like dipping into a misty waterfall.
Even motionless, the pouring ectoplasmic pussy flesh softly enveloped my embedded cock.
'Gotta go slow, or I'd lose my mind before enjoying this type.'
Only after insertion and savoring it did I grasp the onahole's use.
A low-stimulation toy for long, sticky, gradual pleasure-building sessions.
"Pha! Fierce looks, but you hate it rough?"
Smack—!
After sucking her mouth until I needed air, I smacked her ass, and the ectoplasm contracted in response, rippling like it was stroking my cock.
Even as an onahole, she reacted to stimuli to some degree.
'I'll enjoy her nice and slow, just like she wants.'
With my cock still buried, I ground my hips without pulling out.
The deep-thrust shaft reshaped her insides recklessly, shoving ectoplasm around in playful torment.
Sweet motions like tender sex with a long-time lover.
The angel statue's loving eyes watched our union, but in truth, it was just her onahole self being used for cum disposal.
Squelch—Thrust—
While enjoying her facing me, I turned us to face the statue.
"You're a perverted onahole slut begging for cum even in death, but the idol modeled after you is a noble angel? Maria must've really liked you!"
I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet the statue, whispering insults.
If she could hear, she'd be furious—but what could she do?
Stuck like this, she could only milk my semen!
"Tighten up more, you bitch!"
Smack—! Smack—! Smack—!
Crushing a fallen hero's pride while fucking her was so satisfying, I wondered if I had a sadistic streak.
Her spiritual pussy clenched lewdly in response to the spanks.
No other onahole could offset its low stimulation with such torment potential.
I prodded her cervix depths for a good while.
Feeling the rising urge to cum, I toyed with her tits.
Large, soft handfuls with a bit extra—prime chest, but dead Lace would never lactate for a child.
'Doesn't that mean they exist just for me to grope?'
That was pretty hot.
No milk was a shame, but ghost milk would just be ectoplasm anyway.
"Hoo... can't make up for what I killed you for... but get pregnant anyway!"
Burrrrrp—Spurt—
Unlike the slime, the long, drawn-out pleasure led to a prolonged climax.
It felt like I was converting every drop of moisture in my body to cum—an unbelievable volume compared to usual.
"Ngh...!"
Shivers wracked my body as my semen flooded the specter's womb.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have ejaculated deep inside the Lace Onahole. Lace Onahole's Fuel has been charged by 14. "Hah... 14? Thought one load would fill it... worked with the slime."
I tilted my head at the log and slowly withdrew.
As my cock fully exited Lace's pussy, white semen she couldn't fully take mixed with ectoplasm and oozed out.
Blub—Blub—
I laid her on the Sad Ghost's coffin like a bed—her serious face mismatched the slutty spread legs leaking sticky fluids.
"This... a hero?"
Demons she'd slain would weep in hell at the sight.
Looked good to me, though.
Slurp♡—
Let the slime clean up the leftovers.