9. Plee's Days of Becoming a Living Onahole (4)
At my answer—that an onahole was perfectly fine—Plee's face had gone white. I flung the words at her again.
"What are you doing? I told you to wake her up."
"......"
Tears had already gathered in Plee's pallid eyes. At my order, she reluctantly laid a healing spell over the beastfolk woman sprawled face-down across the table.
"O-oh...? Hehe. My beloved husband."
Jolted back to her senses by the sudden healing, the beastfolk woman took one look at me, cried out that I was her husband, and threw her arms around me. I held her in return and patted her back, then opened my mouth low.
"So. What did you come here for?"
"Ehehe... I really mustn't say..."
"Then I won't be giving you my cock anymore. That all right with you?"
I patted and stroked her back even as I breathed the words against her ear, and the beastfolk woman, unable to hold out any longer, ran her hand along my monstrously thick cock as she answered.
"No. I can't live without your cock anymore, Husband..."
"Then tell me, quickly. Tell me what you came here for, and I'll give you a reward again."
At the word reward, the flush on her face only deepened—she was clearly remembering the intense mating we had shared a little while ago—while Plee watched for her answer with an expression that seemed to be expecting something.
"Husband... the truth is, the Drunken Kingdom and the Norr Empire are planning to invade the Pris Empire... and, well... can you believe they ordered me to come confirm whether Lise has been captured, or whether she's certainly dead? Hiiing."
She had grown remarkably coquettish. I patted her back once more to soothe her, and she only burrowed deeper into my arms, beginning to whimper out all the resentment she had been holding in.
"It was frightening enough already, being rumored as Kalzeon's Dungeon, hiiing. And they send an ordinary informant like me into a place like that... honestly... But, Husband... you really are going to take responsibility for me for the rest of my life, right?"
She had buried her face against me and whimpered for a long while before suddenly lifting her head to look at me and ask after her future. I answered by pressing my mouth to hers.
The sight of me locked once more in such deep, loving sex with the beastfolk woman was clearly not the scene Plee had been hoping for. She bit her lip and watched, sunk in gloom.
Perhaps the beastfolk woman, just like Plee herself, had been counting on keeping her secret until my affection was cut off.
As if to bear the thought out, Plee—who had been staring at the floor with a sunken face—kept letting the same words fall from her mouth.
"Me too... me too... me too... me too."
Meanwhile, the kiss seemed to have thrown the beastfolk woman's heat fully back on. Even in the middle of it she kept stroking my cock, and before long she took hold of it herself and began pushing it into her pussy, already soaked through.
Unlike before, we were facing one another this time, so even as our mouths met I could take in the swell of her large breasts and the line of her waist. I slid the hand that had been patting her back downward, seized a full handful of her ass, and began driving my hips in a hard, rapid rhythm.
"Ohhh—nnh—ahh, this, this is the best. I can't go back now. No—I won't go."
Head thrown back as she met her climax, her face was melting with the greatest happiness and feeling a creature called woman can know.
Watching that expression, Plee knew perfectly well what that feeling and that happiness were, and her own face only grew more desolate. Even so, the sight of our mating seemed to have excited her—her nipples had stiffened into swollen little peaks.
"I'm going to cum inside. That's all right?"
"Yes, it's all right. Give me your cum, Husband. I want to take your cum in my pussy... I love you. I love you. Husband... kiss me and give me a baby..."
At my warning that I was about to finish, she seized the mind that pleasure had been carrying off, wrapped both hands around my head, and pushed her tongue straight into my mouth.
Between the sticky kiss filling my mouth and the pussy clamping down tighter and tighter, I managed to cum first this time. At the heat of the hot semen flooding into her and the twitch of my cock, her whole body shuddered, and her expression began to melt all over again under the climax.
I drew the gasping woman into my arms, rose from where I sat, and turned my back on Plee—who was staring at me on the verge of tears—as I spoke.
"Today, too. Do whatever you feel like doing by yourself."
"M-Master, I'll tell you..."
Despite her cry that she had something to say, I ignored her and walked on. At that, Plee lowered her head to the floor once more, and her small shoulders shook.
And so, once the beastfolk woman and I had come into the room, we shared another bout of heated lovemaking. In the end her mind and stamina gave out before mine, and she collapsed in exhaustion, asleep upon the bed.
I sat in a chair without so much as wiping the sweat I had poured out, catching my breath while I turned over where I ought to put her to use from here on.
I did regard the woman smiling before my eyes, her expression melted, as my possession. That did not mean I had any intention of becoming her lifelong companion, or her husband, simply because she demanded it.
Agreeing to it had been nothing more than a performance staged to be seen—meant to push Plee one step further into surrender. It meant nothing more, and nothing less.
Besides, her work as an informant seemed as though it would prove far more useful outside the dungeon than within it.
I was sunk in that private deliberation when Plee's voice, knocking at the door, reached my ear.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Master... I have something I need to tell you. May I come in?"
"Come in."
I judged the moment ripe, and so I allowed her to approach. The door opened—and the Plee who came through was not what I had expected.
"M-Master, I thought this was the sort of thing you liked... so I tried it myself... but instead of dog ears, cat ears sprouted, strangely. I'm sorry."
A faint blush of shame colored Plee's face as she looked at me, and she was stammering besides. For an instant I nearly lost my reason and took her on the spot, but I held myself back by a thread and answered.
"Pretty. So you came looking for me at this hour just to show me that one thing?"
".......Master, I was wrong. Please... forgive me."
At my cold reaction, tears began to fall in heavy drops from Plee's large, brimming eyes. When I still gave her nothing, she whimpered even more wretchedly and opened her mouth again.
"Hic... Master, please don't hate me... I was wrong... I'll tell you everything, hic... I'll really tell you all of it."
"Haa... Fine. I understand. But in exchange, you never lie to me again. Understood?"
Plee had sunk down where she stood like a small child lost at an amusement park, sobbing her heart out. I let out a sigh, stepped in close, and gathered her into my arms, patting her back. She buried her face against my chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Master... I won't ever lie again... I'll tell you everything... the secret room, and the hidden room, everything I know. So please love only me from now on. Please don't hate me, Master."
The room we reached under Plee's guidance was the library crammed with obscene books that Kalzeon had shown me.
This was unmistakably the first place I had searched, and because I had found nothing unusual at the time, it had been among the spots that disappointed me soonest.
As if she had read that look on my face, Plee quickly drew a black book from the first row and began pouring her mana into it.
A great wind rose as she emptied a vast quantity of mana into the thing, and yet the black book went on drinking in the mana around it like water poured into a bottomless jar. Then, all at once, its color began to change. It warped the space around itself—and vanished.
The warped space restored itself in short order, but at the familiar scenery of another world that I had glimpsed for an instant beyond it, I could not speak a word.
That place had unmistakably been my house. My room.
In the end the warped space closed completely. Plee, gasping from the momentary release of such enormous mana, picked up a sheet of paper that had fallen to the floor and held it out to me.
Kukuku... If you have found this, then it must be one of two things. Either you have set your first foot upon the path of an archmage, or you have succeeded in training a woman worthy of the same... Should the latter prove true, then my eye was not mistaken after all...
When I had read the sentence written on the paper through to the end, new lines began to appear, starting from the top.
And if it is indeed the latter, then you must be suffering no small difficulty in the running of the dungeon... Which is why you sought this out, is it not? To grow stronger.
But nothing in this world comes free. So you shall fulfill my wish as well... First, corrupt a beautiful, virtuous wife from a nearby village into a female, and make her come to the dungeon on a regular basis, in secret from her husband...
My hands had begun to tremble at Kalzeon's outrageous demand, and yet the sentence that followed let me choke my anger down.
Even so, I have already paid compensation to you, who have endured such trouble thus far, so do not be too angry. Keol keol...
With that sentence, the writing ended. All that remained upon the paper was a single line.
Corrupt a beautiful, virtuous wife from a nearby village into a female, and make her come to the dungeon on a regular basis, in secret from her husband.
I had no sense at all of what I was supposed to do. I was clutching my head, turning over even the question of what compensation Kalzeon had meant, when Plee caught my arm beside me and opened her mouth, hesitating.
"M-Master... did I do well?.."
She was asking me for a reward. Above her head, a status window had floated into view.