Erize City Corruption Plan

The Erize City Corruption Plan that rookie E-rank adventurer Maltaris thwarted single-handedly threw the adventurer guild's upper echelons into chaos.

The guild immediately assembled an investigation team led by the mage Aris, a B-rank adventurer, and dispatched them to the cave Maltaris had mentioned.

Normally, a major incident like this would warrant an A-rank team, but Erize's sole A-rank team had been missing for days, so this was an emergency measure.

And the investigation team, headed by Aris, deemed Maltaris's testimony true.

Some suspected it was a self-staged act, but testimonies about her usual behavior suggested she lacked the cunning or persistence for that.

A few days later.

Maltaris was recognized for saving the city from the Erize Corruption Plan and promoted to C-rank adventurer.

"Tch... Not satisfied."

In the dingy inn room, I—Maltaris—sat on the bed, grumbling.

A C-rank adventurer badge and a bit of reward money.

That was all I got for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all that hellish ordeal.

"Aah, so frustrating! That scamming guildmaster totally screwed me over! What 'gratitude'? All fancy words, but in the end, barely any payout!"

When I went to pick up my updated adventurer badge today, I was summoned to the guildmaster's reception room.

Up until then, I was in a good mood.

Seeing the guildmaster personally call me in made me think my contributions were acknowledged.

Plus, I'd successfully completed my first real commission, or so it felt.

...Yeah. Thinking back, it wasn't exactly a smashing success. Eh, let's say I pushed my body to the brink. Close enough.

The guildmaster showered me with praise the moment he saw me—flowery words galore.

Hero who saved the city. Honored to witness the start of a great adventure.

After sweet-talking me into a daze, he slyly pivoted to cold reality.

-The commission wasn't some high-paying gig a lone E-rank could handle, so big rewards were off the table.

-We have to stick to principles.

-The culprit escaped, so the case isn't fully closed.

-Strictly speaking, Maltaris didn't solve the commission—she got caught and came back.

And so on.

Reeling from the guildmaster's slick rhetoric, I snapped out of it to find my gains were just the C-rank badge and pocket change.

I'd tweaked my story a bit to say I let Rena go, turning my "defeating her with butt slime splurts" into "she escaped while I was off-guard for a moment."

The guildmaster hammered that point relentlessly, leaving me speechless.

"...Even now, it feels like a total scam! I'm suing!"

I ruffled my hair in frustration, then flopped onto the bed.

"Haa... After decades without talking to anyone, even a little verbal tangle sucks me right in. Perfect scam bait."

Well, yeah. Holed up in my cave for decades, lost in endless masturbation.

This much is actually impressive verbal sparring on my part—should get a pat on the back.

Or maybe just go full guildmaster power trip: "Kuhuhuhu... I know you really let Rena escape. Don't want that getting out, do you...? You know what to do."

"Whoops. No time. Late for my promise with Aris."

I hastily grabbed my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clothes and bolted from the inn.

"She wants me to help with some personal experiment... Wonder what kind?"

Bound to be nothing normal.

...♡

Suppressing my inner thrill, I headed to Aris's house.

Calm down, calm down. Might be something totally mundane.

I rang the doorbell at Aris's place, and she came to greet me.

"Ah, come on in, Maltaris."

"Hey, Aris. Long time no see. What've you been up to?"

"Just reading a book. Come in already."

Aris grinned and held the door open.

Her house was straight out of a fantasy fairy tale wizard's cottage—bookshelves lining every wall, crammed with unknown tomes, scribbled papers, and documents.

Books piled on the table, floor, everywhere; bizarre experimental gadgets scattered about.

Whoa. More books here than jewels in my cave!

How does anyone live like this?

"A bit messy, huh?"

A bit? That's an understatement...

I swallowed my retort.

Social life, baby.

"Don't worry. No experiments here. This is my official research lab. The hobby one is downstairs."

-Tap tap

Aris knocked on a bookshelf, and it slid aside like a secret movie base entrance.

A stone staircase emerged.

Pretty deep down—chilly wind whistled up, goosebumps prickling my neck.

Why's that?

The basement stairs looked like a monster's gaping maw to me.

My dragon instincts screamed: Go down there, and you're fucked.

Still, I took a step toward the stairs.

"Kinda comfy for a basement?"

"Right? I layered general-purpose spells for climate control—humidity, temperature... Took effort. Bugs are unavoidable underground, though."

We arrived at Aris's hobby experiment lab.

Cleaner than expected for a basement.

"Alright, sit. Tea first."

We sat facing each other on lab chairs.

Aris brought tea and cookies.

After a bit of snacks and black tea, Aris spoke up.

"Okay, down to business. As promised, help with my hobby experiment today. No need to tense up—it's just a hobby. Not for publication or papers. Pure fun. Real hobby."

"Unique hobby. What's the experiment?"

"Know my specialty? Curses. Debuffing enemies to subdue them."

Curses, huh. Like debuffs or status ailments.

Come to think of it, she paralyzed those guys who skewered me like dragon kebab in the guild training hall.

"Curses are versatile and easy, but one big flaw: they don't work on high-tier races born with innate magic resistance."

High-tier races like me—dragons, high elves, elder vampires, demigods—exist outside normal biology, wielding immense physical and magical power plus high resistance.

"Exactly. High-tiers like me come with built-in resistance. No willing test subjects among kin, either."

Irritable dragons? One curse, and you're dragon chow.

My kind, but mostly assholes.

"But you're different, Maltaris. Dragon, yet friendly enough to help with my hobby. Plus, the Trial Grimoire from that succubus Lilith tanked your magic resistance. Now... tracing her curse route, I might crack something."

Aris bowed her head to me.

"Please, Maltaris. Get cursed for my research."

Hmm...

Curse—status ailment, right?

Reminds me of buying the Trial Grimoire. Just lie on the slab and take the debuff spell. No fun, but Aris helped me out. Should be fine.

"Sure, why not. You gave me ten gold lights and all that help. Just... nothing painful?"

"Really? Thanks! So grateful."

Aris beamed brightly.

"Great. Let's do it. Follow me."

She led me to the next room.

Austere space with a cot and bookshelf.

Probably for quick naps while studying downstairs. Heard magic grad schools have tons of these.

Shelf displayed magic crystals on stands, glowing faintly in pink, black, blue, purple hues.

"So, Aris. What curse? Paralysis? Poison? Disease?"

"Hmm. Want something versatile, but... can't. Using Lilith's Trial Grimoire curse route this time."

"Mana route?"

"Hard to explain to non-mages... Walking a dark path blind vs. with a handrail—the difficulty gap. Like that."

"Ah."

"But with the handrail, you're stuck following it. So my curse will align with that route's magic."

"Got it."

That kind of magic, huh.

Sudden surge of curiosity.

Wonder what. Classic heat? Hypnosis? Not personality excretion, right?

Calming my pounding heart, I lay on the cot.

For best results, stripped to underwear.

"...Wow, this is... really... even as a fellow woman... what a body..."

Aris muttered in disbelief.

Dragon flesh doesn't hide beauty, even clothed.

Pure white skin. Gravity-defying swells of breasts. Graceful waist curve flaring to wide hips. Thighs like twisted steel cables, firm muscle.

Despite all the abuse, not a scar or blemish.

"First spell's the simplest, weakest: [Heat]. Mild curse—should wear off quick."

Aris approached.

"Skin contact boosts it, especially this type."

Her hand slid onto my belly.

"Hngh... Tickles..."

Her soft, unworked fingers teased my taut abs.

"[Heat]"

Warmth flowed from her hand into my belly.

Aris fixated on her fingertips, gasping in awe.

"Twisting here... 3D fractal convergence... Incredible... Lilith's a genius mage, no doubt."

"...Ng♡"

Aris's eyes widened hugely.

"How... how'd she weave this mana route...? The concept aside, this precision... this optimization... impossible without endless practice..."

"Ahng... Hn...♡"

Lower belly's all tingly.

Like feathers softly stroking inside.

"...Done. [Heat] took."

"Ah... Ng... Th-that's... good...♡"

Tingle intensified.

Like dozens of hot feathers tickling my baby pouch nursery directly.

Breath quickens, vision blurs.

Underwear squelching schlup schlup♡ between my thighs—heat's working fine.

"Haa... Hngh... Eff-effect's... showing strong... right...? Th-this... stronger than expected...?"

"Yeah. Beyond imagination. Her mana route's so perfect, amplified the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠effect. Need precise analyzers."

Aris jumped up.

"[Heat] should fade in 3-4 minutes. I'll grab gear ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠upstairs. Stay put. Got it?"

"Y-yes..."

Her commanding aura made me twitch.

"Listen. Your magic resistance is fully bypassed via the mana path. You're vulnerable to even mild curses now. Room's packed with my hobby collection of nasty ones. So behave and wait. Understand?"

Aris rattled it off like a machine gun, then dashed out.

Hurried footsteps echoed beyond the door.

"Hmm... Magic resistance fully bypassed? Wild. Losing a lifelong sense feels off—like closing a good eye on purpose."

"Anyway..."

I glanced at Aris's displayed magic crystals.

Curses so vicious even curse expert Aris called them horrific.

-What if I smashed one now?

"Ng...♡"

Even I wouldn't normally think that.

...Or would I?

Anyway, no executing it.

But under [Heat], heart pounding... craving a little mischief.

"Just touching's fine... Just touching..."

I grabbed the top-shelf pink crystal.

Typical magic crystals are pocket-watch sized, but this one's huge—both hands barely cover it.

Glowing eerie pink laced with faint purple.

No label, but top spot in the fanciest stand—not ordinary.

"This thing's massive... Aris's collection, so probably succubus-line curse?"

Smashing it now? Total disaster.

Curse pierces my baby-level resistance, Aris-rated horrific one hits.

Sexual type, like the Trial Grimoire.

"Ng..."

Impulsively, I pressed the huge crystal to my belly.

"Aa... Ng... Haaangh...♡"

"Resonating with the Trial Grimoire curses...? Ng...♡ Th-this is huge♡ Feel the sealed curse targeting my stroller womb so vividly♡ Greedy goblin-hand intent to dominate the female♡ Ng♡ Massive♡ Total jackpot♡"

Psychic thrill stimulating my life-ruining cravings—unlike raw physical bliss from violent female-flesh pounding♡

"Hngh♡ Addictive already♡ But not now♡ Aris's stuff♡ Plus, getting hit like this lacks thrill♡"

I peeled the crystal from my womb-shield glove.

As I went to replace it—

-Scuttle!

"Huh?"

Something climbed my bare foot.

Black body, creepy antennae, insect legs.

"Hiiiieeeeek! Cockroach! On my foot, fuck!!"

-Crash!

"Ah..."

Disgusting sensation made my grip slip, dropping the crystal.

"Totally fucked...!"

Pink flash burst from the shattered crystal, piercing the nearest female's sturdy baby hotel room.

And then.

"Wh-what... What is this... St-status... [Status Abnormality: Vending Machine Onahole]...?"