Hellview Minesweeper (1)
Hellview Minesweeper (1)
The Cyclopes provided us with weapons, but in truth, what I needed even more was a different kind of asset.
Even if the Cyclopes came to the surface and lent us their strength—even granting their combat prowess—we would still be hopelessly outnumbered.
That was why Gaia had named two beings I needed to rescue from Tartarus.
The Cyclopes.
And the Hecatoncheires.
She described them as beings with fifty heads and a hundred arms.
Think about it.
If they hurled boulders with a hundred arms, that alone would be an overwhelming asset, even if each arm only packed the power of an average Titan god.
So I left the Cyclopes, who were preparing to depart Tartarus, and went searching for the Hecatoncheires.
There were three of them, just like the Cyclopes, and each one possessed a hundred arms.
I had imagined monsters with dozens of arms sprouting from their backs, like a thousand-armed Kannon.
I was wrong.
"Good to meet you, Child of Fate."
The Hecatoncheires who greeted me were three sisters.
Was it that all of Gaia's children came in sets of three, or was she a Goddess of Life who simply popped out triplets by default every time she gave birth?
Either way, one thing was certain: Gaia produced beautiful women.
"We are the Hecatoncheires."
"Fifty of us share a single body, but only one is the 'main body.'"
"It's... not the same as a clone. Each of us is a tangible being."
Standing before me were one hundred and fifty maidens.
The Hecatoncheires speaking to me now was merely a terminal clone acting as a mouthpiece—not the main body.
"If you can't find us, we can't help you."
"When Cronus tries to kill our main bodies, if you defend the wrong clones and fail to protect the true forms, what's the point?"
"We see you received help from the Cyclopes... but we are different. We were the first ones thrown into Tartarus. Because we were the greatest threat to him."
The Hecatoncheires were tactical nukes—ones that could tip a confrontation with Cronus into certain victory.
Because of that, the area where the Hecatoncheires resided was swarming with every kind of monster imaginable.
Without the Cyclopes' weapons, our rations would have run dry, and I wouldn't have had so much as a crust of bread to chew on for the return trip.
That was how powerful the Hecatoncheires were.
"So, if I find your main bodies, I earn your help. Is that right?"
"Of course. You have exactly three chances. You must find all three of us within three attempts."
"...So even one mistake means instant failure. Interesting."
It was nearly impossible.
But not entirely out of the question.
"Am I free to choose my method of searching?"
"Naturally. You may do anything you like. Beat us. Kill us. Thrash all one hundred and fifty with that weapon. However... you understand what happens if you fail to find us within three attempts, don't you?"
The Hecatoncheires had braced themselves firmly against me.
Just as Styx had tested the waters between Cronus and me, these beings were sounding me out with a near-impossible trial.
Could they truly trust me—trust us—and go to the surface to defeat Cronus?
I could understand their concerns, to some extent. They knew that if this rebellion failed and collapsed, even greater suffering would fall on them once more.
"Beating us, hitting us—all fine... You won't change your words later?"
"Of course not."
My younger sisters were waiting outside.
The Hecatoncheires had called me in alone so I would overcome this obstacle by myself, without my sisters' help.
'That's even better.'
With my sisters not behind me, I had one less thing to worry about.
"Let's begin."
Shuck.
I stripped off my clothes without a moment's hesitation.
My cock was already rock-hard, surging toward the sky, and the Hecatoncheires staring at me turned pale in an instant.
"What are you—"
"Simple. I'm going to check each one of you."
Lunge!
I grabbed the nearest Hecatoncheires—hereinafter, Heraes.
"Tits are a bit on the small side, but... eh, doesn't matter. As long as there's a hole, I can thrust."
"Y-you can't possibly— ahk...?!"
Schlick.
I shoved my cock straight in. No foreplay whatsoever.
The Heraes impaled on me instantly rolled her eyes back, and blood trickled down from below as her hymen tore.
"Hm. Virgin."
I pulled my cock out.
Then I seized a Heraes who looked identical to the one whose virginity I'd just shattered.
"Where do you think you're running? You said I could hit you or beat you, didn't you?"
"Th-this is rape!"
"I'm hitting your pussy with my cock. Skewering your body with a club of flesh. Get ready."
Schlick.
I tore another Heraes's virginity.
"Oh."
The sensation was identical.
"Fifty of you share the same body, you said. So every hymen feels exactly the same?"
"You, you...!"
"But would the main body's hymen feel the same? The main body... my guess is the sensation of tearing through would be different."
Schlick.
I couldn't be absolutely certain.
But one thing I could say:
'A well-fed ghost has good skin.'
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
One after another, I violated the Heraes's virginities, plucking the chastity of the Heraes as they screamed and fled within the chamber.
And then.
Schlp.
"...Oh?"
The virgin pussy of a Heraes who looked no different from the others gave a peculiar reaction.
When I pushed my cock a little deeper inside, the clenching sensation was unusual compared to the other virgin holes.
The feeling of tearing through the hymen was definitely similar, but the body's tension and the overall texture were different.
My intuition—no, my cock-instinct—was telling me.
"Admit it quietly and I'll fuck you properly."
"Sh-shut up... Do I look like a main body to you? You can't, hngh, you have to declare all three at the same time..."
"Yeah? Then I'll just confirm every last one of you."
"Pfft, you think you'll get through all 150? Not a chance...!"
Woosh!
The Heraes behind me seized my body.
They'd promised to stay still even if I beat them to death, but maybe they couldn't overcome the fear once my cock started piercing their hymens?
"We won't let you...!"
"Hm... this is getting a little annoying."
I was planning to quietly conduct a tour of all one hundred fifty, and now they're interfering?
Unforgivable.
'Come, Astrape.'
I hung Astrape at the small of my back.
The golden mace forged by the Cyclopes was a special weapon the Heraes couldn't possibly knock away from my body, and I could now use Astrape's power of 'Lightning' at will.
Crackle!!
"Aaaagh!!"
Just like that.
The Heraes impaled on my cock collapsed, screaming.
The crimson blood flowing down her legs gave off hot steam, and one by one, the nearby Heraes began to grow terrified.
"Wh-what is this...!"
"Ecstasy."
I am Zeus.
When you think of Zeus, you think of lightning—electricity.
The piercing sensation rumbling deep within the belly would be indescribably scorching.
"From now on, anyone who resists gets this."
I hoisted up the Heraes who had lost all sense of reason after being stabbed by me.
"Uheh, heeeehhh..."
Lifted by the neck, the Heraes was drooling thick strands of saliva from top to bottom.
"Will you quietly get torn, or will you resist? As far as I can tell, even if all of you rushed me at once..."
I grasped Astrape and raised it onto my palm.
"...you can't beat me. Choose. Open your legs quietly and undergo a Zeus-style verification, or resist and get violated Cronus-style?"
"Wh-what does Zeus-style even mean?!"
"It means this."
I thrust my cock into the Heraes in front of me.
She was a virgin too, but regrettably, she didn't feel like a main body.
"Have you heard of warming up?"
Schlick.
Then I grabbed the crotch of the Heraes beside her.
The Heraes tried to flee backward in surprise, but I yanked her dress and lifted her into the air.
"Where do you think you're going? I'll just soothe things a little with my fingers out front. No point in rubbing too much and altering the sensation inside. Heh heh heh."
"Ah, aah, something feels strange...!"
For these pitiable women who didn't even know what foreplay was, I decided to show them mercy with my hands this time as well.
And.
'I'm not alone anymore.'
Even if thrusting my cock into this many bodies was my job, I didn't need to personally caress every single one of them.
"Hestia!!"
I called for Hestia, who was keeping watch outside.
Among the other five, she seemed puzzled that she was the one called, but upon seeing the Heraes impaled on me, she smirked with narrowed eyes and nodded.
"Should we sort some merchandise?"
"Exactly. Bring everyone outside in. And... make the girls easier to fuck."
"Ahh... That sounds fun. I can practice on my sisters, then. Sisters!! Zeus came inside and needs some help with the caressing!"
At Hestia's words, everyone waiting outside entered.
They were dumbfounded by the virgin blood pooling around me and the unconscious Heraes, but after getting the rundown from Hestia, they nodded.
"Alright. Everyone, listen up."
Poseidon clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the four.
I was curious what Poseidon had to say as well.
"From now on, when we do it together with him in a group, we should help each other out by touching each other more, right? Let's think of today as practice for that."
Shwoosh.
Water began seeping over Poseidon's hands like gloves.
She likewise sheathed her sisters' hands in gloves of water.
"So we just make them spread their legs in front of him right before they're about to finish, correct?"
"As expected of Poseidon. Yeah. Ah, there's no need to strictly tell them apart. I'm starting to get a feel for it."
Telling the three apart through the Heraes' pussies was like drinking a sweet beverage.
Coke Zero.
Classic Coke.
And—Pepsi.
Detecting that subtle difference was the criterion for distinguishing each Heraes, and...
'The clones taste watered down.'
A clear difference existed between a clone and the main body.
Forty-nine clones and one main body existed, but that single main body possessed the undiluted, rich sweetness—not watered-down dreck.
Schlick.
"Hello there, Pepsi?"
"What does that even...!"
Some Heraes were pretending to be clones.
But I had a method to distinguish the main body.
"I'll mark you on my way out."
"Marking—W-wait a moment! My lower belly, it's hhaaah...?!"
Vrrrt.
"Even if I fuck 150 virgins, you said the main bodies are only three, right? In that case... it's simple."
One hundred forty-seven insertions.
And three ejaculations.
"I can't afford to lose semen by unloading inside some mere clone. Next main body... where are you?"
The Heraes from earlier—the one who felt like a main body while I was gathering data, but whom I hadn't come inside.
And the Heraes I was about to search for now.
"On my honor as a sommelier, I will find you without fail."
Two more rounds remained.