Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Floor 2. Lace Onahole
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"Where should I summon her?"
The Lace Onahole hadn't fully recharged overnight, which meant there was still more for me to research about the onahole system. So today, I planned to try out all sorts of things.
I approached the Lace Onahole, left in its vulgar form right on top of the Sad Ghost's stone coffin just as I'd used it last time, and placed my hand on it.
"Come forth!"
The moment I thought about summoning the Past Specter, the ectoplasm forming the onahole erupted like a fountain, instantly blocking my vision.
And just moments later, my vision cleared up as if it had never been obstructed at all.
There, in my restored field of view, stood the Past Specter, Severa, glaring at me with red eyes brimming with hatred.
Of course, the ragged robe I'd torn off her in onahole form hadn't been restored, leaving her stark naked with her pale breasts and pussy fully exposed.
Hmm. Looks like I can equip or unequip gear on her too.
This was a way to boost the specs of my summon onahole, differentiating it from a regular summon wand.
Of course, it meant a lot more effort on my part, but having more ways to get stronger was always a good thing.
Should I give her the Flame Wand? She was a mage, so her Mind stat should be pretty high.
Just looking at Severa in her revealing state made my heart feel full.
Whenever I needed some healing while descending this bleak dungeon, I could just park her here and stare.
"How can a lecherous lump of fat like you make a man lose his mind... Truly the challenge of the century."
My lower body tensed up involuntarily.
Gazing at Severa's exposed flesh brought back memories of last night, and strength surged into my groin.
Maybe tonight I'd tell her to shake it herself.
"Alright, what should I test first—"
Slash.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have taken 999 damage. What the hell just happened?
When I came to, I was lying on the cold stone floor.
Status. Briefly.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ ❤️ Health: 1/64 □□□□□□□□□□ ✨ Magic: 36/36 ■■■■■■■■■■ 🍽️ Hunger: 96/100 ■■■■■■■■■■ 💧 Thirst: 93/100 ■■■■■■■■■□ 🌡️ Temperature: ◀■■■■■■■□□□▷ 📊 Status: On the Brink of Death Something was wrong with my remaining health. It should've been fully restored, so why was I one step from death?
Obvious, isn't it? Fuck...
The Past Specter, Severa, had attacked me.
Specters have a special attack.
A spell called Inevitable End that had a high chance of instant-killing any living target—you could only pray it didn't hit. Total garbage skill.
That's why you had to watch out for specters even with 99% physical evasion and 1 HP.
But how am I still alive? Did the balance adjustment nerf enemy skills? If instant death got patched to near-death, that would explain it.
"Ican'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyouIcan'tforgiveyou"
No time for that—Severa was radiating killing intent, glaring at me ferociously.
Ignoring the sharp pain in my chest, I forced my lips into a grin as I looked at her.
"Hey... We had a good time last night... Why pull this now?"
Severa's spectral fingers slowly coiled around my throat.
This is dangerous...
Crunch—
"Gack— Khk...!"
The pressure squeezing my throat grew stronger. Even if I'd been at full health, resisting this force would've been tough.
Air to my brain dwindled, tinnitus rang in my ears, and a dazed fog settled in like my skull was getting hammered repeatedly.
If it's a magic attack, fine, but how does she generate this much physical force? Even semi-corporeal, her density shouldn't allow for strangling like this.
But my judgment stayed sharp.
If anything, clearer and fresher than usual, analyzing the situation.
The curtain of descending ectoplasm like waterfall mist, her eerie red eyes, spiderwebs dusted with pale fog, her white hair—it all came into crystal focus.
So vivid it pierced my mind.
"Aha... I... get... it—"
Squelch—
A squishy give under my grip, like it could scatter but undeniably there—the feel of crushing fat. I'd grabbed Severa's breast hard.
Breasts overflowing between my fingers.
Definitely different from the ectoplasm I'd groped all night, that half-there touch.
Right now, the Past Specter, Severa, was a fully corporeal evil spirit.
"IhatetoyouhatetoyouhatetoyoubringmylordbeforeI takeyoursoultothenetherrealmsandthrowyoutohell'sdemonspluckyoureyesand tongueandmakeyousingtheirblasphemoussongsforever—"
"Grrk... Kh... 'Command.' Stop."
She froze.
The specter who'd been spewing curses to kill me halted every motion at that single word.
"Cough! Cough! Kghhh... Getting such a massive wound two days in a row is a bit much, don't you think? If this scars, I'm gonna cry."
Escaping her iron grip on my throat, I coughed and greedily sucked in air to refill my lungs.
Who knew damp, stale air could feel so welcoming?
Once my breathing stabilized and I'd chugged a Healing Potion from my bag, I finally felt alive again.
The three gashes across my chest still stung, though.
Looks like I'd need to hunt for healing springs more aggressively from now on.
"Whew... That scared me. Thought I was a goner, chills down my spine."
I wiped a bead of cold sweat from my forehead and turned. The specter stood there, face full of questions about how?, awaiting only my command.
"Nothing special. Summons can switch between manual control by the summoner and autonomous action. Most summons are friendly to me anyway, so commanding you was pure gamble."
Oddly, even after nearly dying, I wasn't mad.
Wonder why.
Maybe because it gave me justification to punish this defenseless onahole's overreach.
Grinning ear to ear, I walked toward the frozen specter in that pose.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Squelch— Squelch— Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
In a lonely chamber shrouded in darkness overlooked by an angel statue, vulgar flesh-slapping echoed out of place.
A spiritual being lay pinned beneath one man, unresisting.
Each time the deeply embedded cock withdrew from her pussy, the specter's hips trembled violently, yanked up like a fish on a line.
That only amplified the thud as it slammed back down, knocking against the stone coffin like a knock.
Repeating the tug-of-war a few times, my cock and balls shuddered, wrapped in the specter's pale hole.
Spurt—
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have ejaculated deep inside the Past Specter, Severa. Using the Sad Ghost Maria's stone coffin as a bed to ravage Severa was pure bliss.
"How's it feel shaking that vulgar waist over your bestie's grave while getting fucked? Too good for words?"
"Aaaaaaaah—!!"
She screamed as if telling me to shut up, but without a command to move, she was just a highly reactive onahole.
I resumed thrusting my paused hips, pounding her down in the afterglow of climax.
"Who'd have thought the weak stimulation was because she was in spirit form, not her nature... Never crossed my mind."
Her insides still had that illusory feel, but compared to mist, now it was like a sticky curtain caressing me.
Tingly, yet contracting tight each rough downward thrust.
Her eyes still glared murderously, but she knew it wouldn't last.
"Gonna play with you nice and slow all day, so enjoy it, you slutty masochist onahole."
Slurp— Squelch—
She aggressively sucked on the two mounds in her mouth.
Suckling her nipples rolling under her tongue felt like nursing from mom.
If not for the steamy vapor sensation.
Ahn— Twitch.
She seemed to feel it—biting her hardened nipple made her pussy clench and relax around the cockhead battering her womb.
This onahole was a total masochist.
Her sharp red eyes had dimmed long ago, perhaps reaching her limit.
"That good, huh? How'd a girl this sensitive form an expedition? Did you secretly pinch your nipples every night to masturbate?"
"..!"
Her face screamed humiliated rage, but I saw right through it—100% busted.
Pinching her clit, I resumed pistoning; her toes curled and twisted.
Squelch— Squelch—
Each thrust made sticky ectoplasm cling and mix with my previous load, foaming white with lewd sounds.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Switching to lean her against the angel statue for fast, deep doggy.
Pale ass rippling on impact, mist spraying enough to fill the room.
Her sticky walls milked me toward another climax.
Ectoplasm boosts libido too? Can't get soft.
Hours of fucking her, countless creampies, yet my proud erection raged on.
"Won't go down! You scheming to get eaten longer?!"
"───!!!"
Couldn't get a reply in her state.
"Won't wither up and die on me, right? Ngh..."
Shudder—
I dumped another load inside her pussy, familiar as wiping cum on used tissue.
Staring at her bloated belly, I pondered the next position.
Squish♡ Squelch♡
"O... Oooh... Oh..."
Suspended pose exposing everything.
Arms and legs bound, helpless to cover, dangling before her friend's grave, leaking spiritual fluids—not a hero, not even the sewer terror.
Just a convenient masturbation tool for one prisoner trapped here.
Her sealed lips leaked wet moans per thrust; her glowing eyes dulled to haze.
Pussy overflowed with white sticky cum, dribbling to soil the floor.
"Haha... Your pal insisted on tagging along my journey, so I said sure... Great chance to bond again, right?"
"Auk... Oh... Hic..."
The Sad Ghost quest spanned floors 2-4, so Maria might appear on 3 or 6, but reunion was guaranteed.
Yet mentioning her friend left the specter no slack.
"Gonna fuck you raw in front of Maria. Pound you beastly till you're a dumb, slutty whore."
No telling Maria's reaction.
But quest complete means no hostility after, whatever I do.
"Bet she'll celebrate popping her dead virgin friend's cherry... Ah, perfect. You two hold hands as my permanent ghost onaholes... Yes!"
"─────♥"
Psheeeee—
Gravity-assisted womb smash triggered a gush like a squirt; unknown fluid sprayed from her pussy, soaking Maria's grave.
"See? Great idea!"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The Past Specter, Severa, has submitted.
You have subjugated the Past Specter, Severa. That must've been her true limit—Severa reverted to Lace Onahole form.
I patted my shoulders, sighing at the crashing fatigue.
"Ugh... Did the whole day. Hope I don't wake up sore tomorrow..."
Sluuuurp♡ Sluuuurp♡ Sluuuurp♡ Sluuuurp♡ Sluuuurp♡
"Arrrrgh!!! You fucking insane shapeshifting onahole bitch!!!"
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