Ngh... the semen... is sloshing around...♡
Ngh... the semen... is sloshing around...♡
Having escaped from the magic tower and washed her soiled body in a nearby stream, Celine emerged.
Before dawn broke, she made her way slowly toward the campsite.
Even in the cool morning air of the forest, faint beads of sweat formed on Celine's forehead.
Her steps toward the campsite were subtly more sluggish than usual. Each time her thighs brushed together, an unfamiliar friction prickled distinctly between her groins.
Because the tower master had completely burned away all her pubic hair with permanent hair-removal magic, the sensation of bare flesh rubbing directly against flesh was chillingly vivid.
Jjilkkeok- jjilkkeok-
With the friction, love juices seeped out, and with every step, a wet jjilkkeok sound could faintly be heard from her slick pussy.
'Nggh...♡ The semen... is sloshing around...♡"
Forcing herself to ignore the lingering, erotic sensation, she deliberately focused her perception even more intently on the fingertips gripping her staff.
Whereas mana used to barely swirl like a thin thread near her heart, it was now churning like a raging waterfall centered deep within her lower abdomen.
It was the result of the tower master's sticky semen, which had poured inside while ruthlessly gouging into her womb, bizarrely remodeling her very constitution.
"Celine! Where on earth have you been? I've been looking for you forever!"
At the dungeon entrance, Ars approached discontentedly with his standard-issue iron sword resting on his shoulder.
"Sorry. I was looking around the forest all night for my magic research."
Celine replied with an indifferent expression, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Research, my foot. A single strike of my sword aura is going to sweep all those monsters away anyway, so there's no need to push yourself. Just take good care of buffing me from behind like Maria does."
Ars laughed heartily and pointed at Maria, who was standing behind him.
Maria's complexion was utterly devoid of color and pale, and she pressed her thighs tightly together while anxiously averting her gaze. Celine realized at once what those traces meant, yet turned her head away and feigned ignorance.
"So, where are we heading today?"
"The 15th floor of the dungeon, obviously! I heard there's a massive mana barrier blocking the way, but with my potential, I can easily shatter it to pieces."
As Ars took the lead high in spirits, the party also moved their steps toward the dungeon's depths.
Before the gateway to the dungeon's 15th floor, a massive mana barrier radiating a deep blue light stood majestically in their way. On the barrier's surface, intricate runes overflowed ceaselessly, emitting an overwhelming pressure that repelled intruders.
"Whoa, it looks pretty solid. But in front of a single strike from my holy sword, it's no different from a pane of glass!"
Ars raised his worn iron sword high.
"O Great Sun Spirit-isiyeo, grant light unto the hero, hasoseo......."
From behind, Maria began chanting in a trembling voice. A dazzling golden aura flowed from the tip of her staff and enveloped Ars's sword. Intoxicated by the power coursing through his entire body, Ars curled the corner of his lips upward arrogantly.
"Here I go! Ultimate Cross Slash!"
Ars cleaved through the air and struck his sword down toward the barrier.
A violent collision of mana erupted, causing the surrounding air to churn turbulently. But once the light faded, the barrier revealed itself to be completely unscathed without a single scratch. Rather, it was Ars who went flying from the intense recoil.
"Ugh!"
Ars rolled unsightly across the ground.
"Ars-nim!"
Maria rushed over in a hurry and helped the boy up.
"I'm fine! It's just that the barrier's structure is a bit unusual. It seems to have the property of absorbing my mana and dispersing it. If I hit it one more time, it'll definitely shatter!"
Ars stubbornly insisted on his excuse and tried to grasp his sword hilt once more.
"Step aside. That's not a barrier you can mindlessly smash with brute force."
Celine stepped forward, tapping the ground with her staff.
"Celine? Your magic doesn't stand a chance. Yesterday, your flame magic couldn't even burn a single golem properly."
Ars tried to stop her as if she were being ridiculous, but Celine didn't even bother to respond.
Stepping up to the barrier, she raised her staff. The knowledge she had read from the ancient grimoire surfaced vividly in her mind. As she went to chant the spell, the tower master's semen remaining deep inside her lower abdomen began to boil hotly.
'It feels like my womb is burning up.......'
At the strange sensation pressing down on her lower abdomen, Celine's brow furrowed involuntarily. The memory of that massive cock digging into her narrow vaginal walls and violently scraping against the tender mucous membrane vividly revived alongside her mana.
Her inner thighs trembled reflexively, but she bit her lip and forcibly reined in her sanity.
[Breath of the Crimson Abyss That Scorches the Atmosphere]
Low, chilling ancient words flowed from between Celine's lips.
A massive storm of blood-red, dark crimson flame erupted from the tip of her staff, swirling ferociously toward the barrier.
The moment the flames touched the surface of the barrier, the blue runes began to warp and melt down as if screaming. An acrid heat that scorched even the air filled the cavern.
The massive mana barrier cracked loudly with a jjeok-jjeok, then shattered into pieces without leaving behind even a single shard.
"Good grief..."
Watching the scene from behind, Lena held her mouth agape in daze, nearly dropping the sword she was holding.
"That magic you just used? Isn't that a 7th-Circle destruction spell?"
"It's the fruit of my research. I merely adapted a formula from the ancient grimoire a little."
Celine lowered her staff and let out a ragged breath. Despite expending a tremendous amount of mana, she wasn't exhausted at all. If anything, the mana circuits carved into her womb were radiating heat, circulating even more mana.
"Hahaha! My guess was right on the mark after all!"
Ars dusted off the dirt from the ground with a tuk-tuk and stepped forward proudly.
"It's obvious my Cross Slash just shattered the barrier's core into pieces! That's why it crumbled the second Celine's magic touched it. It's all thanks to my flawless prep work!"
Ars genuinely seemed to believe he had made the greatest contribution to tearing down the barrier, his voice brimming with arrogance and a sense of accomplishment.
"Delusion to that extent is practically an illness...."
Lena pressed her forehead as if utterly fed up.
"Right. Without Ars's strike, it would have been impossible with just my magic. Good work."
Celine chimed in dryly without bothering to correct the truth. She knew all too well that deflating that foolish boy's ego would only lead to a headache.
"Ars-nim is truly amazing. You really are the chosen hero-nim."
Maria also forced a smile and took Ars's side. However, her anxious gaze lingered around the tip of Celine's staff.
Because the alien and sticky aura of mana Celine had just unleashed bore a dreadful resemblance to the sensation Maria felt every night when she was violated by Lazarus.
"Haaht...♡
She tried to think more deeply about it, but as Lazarus's egg rolled around while scraping against her uterine walls, Maria's mind went completely blank.
"Hngh...♡♡"
Exhaling hot breaths and choking down her moans, Maria struggled desperately to hold back her orgasm.
Yet in the end, her breast milk and love juices gushed and poured out in waves, and Maria barely supported her trembling legs against the wall under the sudden onslaught of climax.
"Now then, since we've smashed the barrier, let's head straight down to the next floor! We're reaching the boss room before the day is over!"
"Y-Yes... Ars-nim...♡"
Ars began to lead the way with light, cheerful steps. Lena followed silently behind him, and Maria also stumbled along slowly behind Ars.
Celine stood still in place and looked down at her two hands.
The dark crimson mana swirling at her fingertips was dazzlingly powerful and alluring. A wave of relief washed over her, knowing she would no longer be treated as the party's dead weight.
However, the physical devastation she had paid as the price for that power remained in every corner of her body like an indelible stain.
'This isn't my power... It's the tower master's filthy....'
Celine clutched the hem of her skirt tightly.
It wasn't a realm reached through her own skill and hard work. It was the result of begging for knowledge while lewdly spreading her legs, willingly surrendering her womb and screaming in shameful pleasure.
The memory of crumbling like a bitch in heat to the movements of his tongue, with even the hair of her groin completely burnt away, pierced vividly into her skin.
'Even so.......'
Celine's heart sank heavily.
'I gained power. This is enough.'
Even amidst the wretched shame, she had experienced firsthand the overwhelming power of the first grimoire. In the tower master's archives, ancient knowledge she had yet to peruse was piled up like a mountain.
In order to make all of that entirely her own, she had to continue enduring sex under the guise of the Synchronization Ritual.
'To read the next grimoire, I'll have to crawl back onto that filthy bed again.'
Shame and self-loathing weighed heavily on a corner of her chest.
Yet every time the afterimage of the cock the tower master had thrust inside flashed through her mind, the faint contraction in her lower belly and the sensation of her vaginal opening growing wet made her feel all the more miserable.
"Celine! What are you doing! Hurry up and come on!"
From far off, Ars waved brightly and shouted.
Celine let out a short sigh and readjusted her grip on her staff. With every step she took, the pool of semen gathered deep within her womb secretly sloshed, spurring her footsteps onward.