Chapter 161
Chapter 161
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 161
Chapter Title: Niki's Rope Torment
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“Haa, haa.”
Niki panted heavily as she looked down at the rope strung between her legs.
The irregular protrusions formed by the tightly twisted fibers.
And the knots.
Coated with that Bigmi fluid she’d begged to have applied.
Stretching on endlessly.
Just how good would it feel with a single step?
She forced down the rising corners of her mouth.
Don’t like it.
I shouldn’t like it.
Because I’m the Hero.
The Hero who came to conquer this dungeon.
The entire situation pressed down on her.
She was the Hero who had to overcome this trial.
“Let’s go...”
Muttering to herself, she took a step forward.
The rope’s protrusion gently grazed her clit.
Her hypersensitive clit, slick with Bigmi fluid, sent her hips bucking.
The rope clung to her twitching hips as if refusing to let go.
The taut rope began to vibrate faintly.
“Hnngh!”
She sucked in a deep breath and clamped her mouth shut at the subtle tremor.
Her head spun for a moment.
She’d never imagined it could feel this good.
“W-With this on, I have to go back and forth ten times?”
The moment she took a step, fear born of pleasure enveloped her.
“Ugh...”
But she couldn’t avoid it.
If she didn’t go now, the illusion would never end.
Niki took another cautious step.
The protrusion stimulated her pussy, which was gripping the rope tight.
“Hngh!!”
Drool spilled from her lower mouth.
Her slippery juices coated the rope again, already slick with Bigmi fluid.
“Haa, haa.”
Her hips swayed side to side with each labored step.
Every twitch to evade the pleasure made her ass jiggle.
Even though it was the pleasure she’d craved, Niki trembled with flushed cheeks.
Of course, she didn’t realize that those movements only twisted the protrusions more, stimulating her further.
“Q-Quicker... I want to get there quick.”
Her eyes were fixed on the exit visible across the way.
Feeling a light climax, Niki shuddered as she pressed forward, only to hit her first major hurdle.
A knot protruding from the rope.
It looked insignificant, but to her pussy, drenched in Bigmi fluid and her own juices, it was a towering mountain.
She imagined that knot slipping into her plump pussy lips.
The knot crushing her clit, parting her folds as it advanced?
“Aaah.”
Niki shuddered.
Whether from fear or overwhelming anticipation, even she wasn’t sure.
But one thing was certain.
‘I might... pass out.’
The sensation of that knot pressing into her pussy would utterly wreck her.
“Haa, haa. H-Hang in there. This is what I came to overcome.”
Immersed in her role as the dungeon-conquering Hero, Niki forced down her rising smile and took a step forward.
The rope’s protrusion roughly scraped her labia.
“Hngh!”
Her toes curled tight.
She tensed her thigh muscles as much as possible, trying to direct the rope to her thighs instead of her pussy.
But the rope fit perfectly into the tight triangle formed by her pussy and thighs.
It only burrowed deeper into the most pleasurable spot.
As if punishing the dancer for daring to cheat.
“Ugh... I-I can’t run forever.”
I’m going.
“I’m going properly.”
Resolved, she panted raggedly as she stared down the knot.
And watching it crush her clit, she walked straight into her hell of pleasure.
“Nnngh!!!!”
The Bigmi-fluid-coated knot crushed her clit.
Her hypersensitive clit crumbled so pathetically, and despite her resolve—
“I’m cumming! Cumming so haaard!!!!”
Niki was driven right to the brink in a whole different way.
“Cumming, cumming! Cuuummiiing... Hnngh!”
And just as that climactic surge pierced her mind.
Just as dopamine flooded from the intense pleasure.
[Orgasm denied.]
It was like her senses were severed—the pleasure halted midway.
“W-What... is this...?”
Panicking, Niki stared at the message, her juices gushing freely.
[Orgasm Denial Dungeon.]
The message forcibly imprinted her dire situation upon her.
“I wanna cum so bad...”
She strained her whole body.
[Orgasm denied.]
But her body trembled in aching frustration, unable to climax.
“Aaaah...”
Her denied pussy leaked juices that soaked the rope.
Transparent squirt, reeking of ripe female musk, dripped down the rope and her thighs to the floor.
Niki hung her head, hunched over, hair dangling as she gasped for breath.
Each ragged exhale filled the air with thick, humid moisture.
“I have to... make it all the way...?”
Who says I can’t?
I can do it.
She believed in herself.
She was the Hero who’d overcome any ordeal.
“Nngh!!”
She took another cautious step.
Her hips swayed as she lightly crested, orgasming with every step.
But the messages refused true release.
Whenever pleasure peaked just right, it cut off abruptly.
Even shaking her hips in desperate frustration brought no reprise of that sensation.
Her self-indulgent writhing mimicked a seductive dancer’s allure.
A dancer leaking charm to ensnare males.
If the rope were alive, it would’ve fallen under her spell and pounced.
Jingle. Jingle.
The ornaments dangling from her waist chimed clearly with each sway.
The sound reminded her she was no Hero now—a dancer.
And that she was whimpering in pleasure against the rope.
“I have to make it all the way, right?”
Panting hard, Niki pressed on.
It’s fine now.
I can do this.
[Orgasm denied. 2 times.]
The count climbed steadily.
Her breaths grew rougher with frustration.
Her hips shook more wildly, and soon Niki was grinding her pussy against the protrusions, seeking the sweetest spots.
“Please... let me cum now...”
Rubbing her hips along the rope, Niki seemed to have forgotten all shame.
Perhaps because it kept forcing her to the edge only to yank her back.
Her expression slackened, drool spilling from her parted lips.
Oblivious, she focused solely on shaking her hips harder.
Her glazed eyes fixed on the rope as she trembled onward.
How far had she gone?
“I-I made it.”
She completed the first rope crossing.
Forgetting she had nine more to go, she basked in achievement, panting.
“Now I can cum. I-I can cum...”
[First crossing complete. Well endured.]
[Reward for Dancer Niki: Choose.]
[Climax once. / Endure.]
[Climax incurs penalty.]
“P-Penalty?”
But Niki’s eyes saw only the words “can climax.”
“I’ll cum. Gonna cum! Right now! Wanna grind my pussy and cum quick. I’m going insane...”
[Penalty ignored. Proceed?]
“Fine by me. So hurry up~.”
Wheeling coquettishly, Niki didn’t realize she was acting the perfect dancer in heat.
[Confirmed. Climax permitted.]
And in that instant, the rope shifted, pressing a tight knot against her clit.
“Aaaah...”
Pssshhh!!
Niki squirted wildly, vision sparkling.
She blacked out briefly.
The pent-up release overwhelmed her nerves.
“Uwaaaah... Heaaah.”
She mumbled through slack lips, but no one understood—not even herself.
[Penalty applied to Dancer Niki.]
[New Penalty: Clit Masturbation Addiction.]
[Cross once more.]
From within the illusion, I watched Niki walk the rope herself.
In the illusion, it was over 100 meters long, but in reality, she’d barely gone 5 meters.
The Bigmi fluid was far more potent than expected—merely waiting on the rope nearly made her cum—so I’d stretched the perceived length while shortening the actual one.
‘If it were really 100 meters, something would’ve gone wrong.’
I watched Niki stagger along, face slack from denied orgasms, staring into space.
Her pussy drooling, ass swaying seductively—it was truly beautiful.
‘Is this the Hero’s allure?’
Just watching made my dick throb hard.
Riding the rope, grinding her favorite spots herself.
Who’d think this was the Hero?
Her senses warped in the illusion, unable to cum properly, she shook her hips for just one real release.
‘Having tasted it once makes it all the more desperate.’
That climax, earned through penalty, was turning Niki ever more erotic.
From Hero to true dancer.
“Haa, haa. Hnngh! So good... Just a bit more and I’ll cum. Nngh!”
Jingle, jingle, jiiingle.
But she couldn’t cum this time either.
Niki jingling the ornaments I’d hung on her waist.
The pale purple outfit she’d worn entering the illusion was now a dancer’s garb I’d changed her into.
Since the rope needed constant contact, her outfit had to match.
A dancer shaking her hips atop the rope.
Shuddering, bending, halting repeatedly.
“I-I can cum thiiis time...”
Yet Niki walked on without giving up.
Even as—
[Excessive pleasure-seeking detected.]
[Lewdness (Lv.4) rises to Lewdness (Lv.5).]
Her illusory body accrued ever-harsher debuffs.
[Clit masturbation initiated.]
And whenever the urge faded, she’d grind her swollen clit against the knots—as if compelled.
‘Perfect illusion suggestion.’
Time for the next phase.
After five crossings, with Niki pushing herself to the limit, I sent a new message.
[Do you wish to cum?]
A devilishly sweet temptation whispered to Niki.