Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Floor 3: Who's Threatening with a Sword?
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I'd pushed myself too hard and couldn't get up, so after resting, I ended up staying on the second floor for a full three days before finally making it down to the third.
'Still, I learned a lot.'
First off, ejaculating once fills the onahole's Fuel gauge by an amount equal to my Charm stat.
I'd confirmed that every time the specter's Fuel ran out, it refilled by 14, so no doubt about it.
Second, if the onahole hasn't fully 'submitted,' it stays hostile even after refilling the Fuel—summoning it just leads to more trouble.
From now on, I'd hold off on summoning until the submission log popped up, just to be safe.
I smacked my lips as I reviewed the old submission logs from the slime and specter.
The healing potion I'd used up? Lesson learned, money well spent.
The scar was heartbreaking, but the Healing Spring would sort it out later.
'That really gave me chills...'
If not for the Dungeon Gallery Pack changes, I'd have died right there.
The day had come when I owed a floater my thanks...
"Fuck, thinking about it again just pisses me off. If that bastard hadn't sent me here, none of this would've happened."
I vowed to give him a spine-cracking chiropractic special if we ever met in the real world, then proceeded cautiously down the third-floor passage, even bigger than the second.
Floor 3.
This was the floor where the shady merchant first appeared, and unlike the second floor with its basic spike traps, it ramped up with all sorts of aggressive traps.
For example...
I hurled a nearby rock at the suspiciously protruding floor tile as hard as I could.
Crack-!
KABOOOOOM───!
A scorching heat that could cook flesh, an ear-shattering explosion, a blinding flash—followed by dust and steam filling the passage.
Chunks of exploded enemies rained down with a sickening plop-plop.
"Holy shit... Stepping on that would've left no bones behind. But isn't the trap's power off the charts?"
It should've just been a strong blast injury, but this looked like it would erase you from existence entirely.
Considering spike traps, my sturdy body might've survived with just severe blast damage, but I'd probably lose a leg at least.
Come to think of it, my body was downright weird right now.
The deep iron rod wound on my leg? Only two days ago, and it was almost healed, no discomfort left.
Recovery beyond normal humans, stamina for all-night sessions—totally abnormal.
I sure didn't have this before entering the dungeon.
"Why the hell did that guy send me here anyway?"
What did he gain from it? Was this even possible?
Questions I'd buried under endless stress came flooding back.
All I knew was clicking the link in that floater's post and waking up in the dungeon.
If he wanted something, why not just explain it nicely? Win-win.
Sure, he'd toughened me up, but I never asked to be thrown naked into this hellhole.
I swallowed the gripe and pushed forward through the sewer water, where charred flesh chunks bobbed darkly.
"Ah~ finally, sunlight."
I spread my arms wide, soaking in the warm rays I hadn't seen in ages.
Atop the centuries-old brick sewer ceiling—totally out of place in this monster-infested prison—gaped a massive hole straight to the surface.
Not a collapse.
The perfectly circular brickwork around it screamed intentional design.
And emerging here was another sewer sub-boss.
Its stage.
'Until the conditions are met, though, it's just one of the few spots for some damn photosynthesis.'
Normally, the Sad Ghost and this hole were probabilistic spawns, rare to see together—but story object guaranteed spawn must mean this.
Clear all sub-quests on the way down? Or more?
Felt like it was nudging me, like the rewards for finding Severa and Maria's names.
"Not bad being guaranteed every sub-quest."
Ignoring difficulty, clearing them was one of the dungeon's few surefire gains.
Maybe uncovering hidden sub-quest elements would reveal why I'm trapped here.
Novels always went like that.
Or maybe just clearing the dungeon outright.
Either way, I had to descend.
"Come back later?"
Level 5, geared up decently, with slime and Severa—I could clear it now.
Hell, I was confident.
But I hadn't fully explored floor 3 yet, no need to rush.
Minimize consumption whenever possible.
"At this pace, full clear might hit level 6. Some unidentified items revealed, maybe a shield? Fingers crossed~"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ BOOM! Bang! KABOOM!!!
The fireballs colliding with the wildly writhing slime blobs in mid-air let out massive roars, shaking the brick sewer walls.
The triple fireball barrage packed absurd firepower.
And the culprit wielding the wand embedded with a red gem—pale-skinned specter, naked from head to toe, genitals fully exposed.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ aaaa's Onahole: Past Specter, Severa
>⚡ Level: 10☆ [Subjugated] 💨 Health: 1/1 ■■■■■■■■■■ ✨ Fuel: 9/15 ■■■■■■□□□□ A past hero who fought great evils to save the world, now a ghost onahole for your pleasure. Masochistic tendencies. It was the solution to winning her over—deep, intense skinship leading to my obedient Onahole No. 2, Severa.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Blue Slime Blob takes 62 damage. You have defeated the Blue Slime Blob. "Ah~ so easy."
"..."
Unfortunately, her ragged robe didn't regenerate, leaving summoned Severa looking pretty pathetic—but it was good for my eyes and mental health, so she'd stay naked for a while.
Ghosts didn't need clothes anyway, and I didn't have gear worth giving her.
Squeeze-
Even kneading that plump ass like mochi from behind, no complaints—she'd opened up to me.
I evaluated her performance while fondling the addictively soft flesh.
"High Mind stat, plus the magic wand—top-tier performance."
Handing the Flame Wand to Severa was a smart call.
Having been a mage in life, her Mind was sky-high.
Of course, her 1 Health made her a glass cannon, but 20 Mind early on was monstrous—terrifying even.
No wonder so many players got wrecked by specters.
"Still quick to run dry compared to the charge cost, though."
Honestly, my damage wasn't great despite decent gear.
A melee efficiency build at level 5 might hit mid-20s, high-30s if lucky.
With Agility invested, survivability was okay, but low Health made every hit deadly.
But with enough charged wand shots, Severa could unleash powerful fire for 15 turns, offsetting my weaknesses.
"Good work."
I patted her ass for vaporizing five slime blobs in four turns, about to dismiss her—when her sealed lips parted.
"I still hate you...! I'll never forget this humiliation—"
Submission didn't erase her ego; she glared with those fierce eyes.
Cheeky for an onahole, but I was the benevolent master.
Smack-!
I slapped that juicy ass mid-grope, and she jolted, words cut off.
"Oof, this...!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll stuff you full tonight too, so back in you go. Acting all reformed after popping your cherry..."
"You—"
No chance to finish—feeling my hand rub her lower belly, she returned to onahole form. Into the bag she went.
Who told my onahole to wield a sword and make threats?
I shrugged and approached the obliterated slime remnants.
Liquid nature meant no crispy char, but the disabled blobs floating like used condoms was hilarious.
'Slime'd freak if it saw this.'
Brainless, maybe not.
This dungeon's mobs? Dubious if they even had tribal loyalty—same species or not.
They threw themselves at players like they were born for evil.
Like those rat bastards ahead.
Squeak- squeaksqueak-
"Ah~ fuck— just put her away."
Nothing likable about this dungeon.