Chapter 137: Nightmare (7)

Chapter 137: Nightmare (7)

“⋯⋯”

I
listened to the chatter, and remained silent.

I
didn’t even ask, “Did I hear you wrong?”

After
the succubus attack, the way she’d looked at me had been so intense
and eager that I could tell she had something to say.

⋯I
just didn’t expect her to ask me to ditch the party and go with her.

“Denshi.”

Her
shoulders shook at the sound of her name after all these years.

Biting
her lower lip slightly, the corners of her mouth parted in
hesitation.

“Even
now, looking at you like this, I often think of that time. When you
were so far away.”

At
Denshi’s words, my memory began to retrace its steps.

-Piiiiiiiii

The
deafening roar of the transfer trap rang out, so violent and urgent
that it shook the entire floor.

The
battle that broke out due to the sabotage of the reformed explorers
and the desperate struggle to escape the transfer trap.

I
managed to narrowly escape, but it was too much for Grumpy and
Jeremy.

-Pfft!

So
I pushed them away.

-No!
Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go!

After
being pushed out of the trap, Grumpy was frantic and yelled at me not
to go.

At
that time, I replied.

“Take
care, I told you that I would never see you again⋯”

Denshi
clenched her fists as if overwhelmed with emotion.

Her
black hair and pure white shoulders shook.

“⋯I
wanted to save my master
somehow⋯I
didn’t want to experience⋯that
again⋯so
I tried to get stronger⋯over
and over again⋯”

[Denshi
Lv.31]

[Stamina:(7)
Strength:(10+2) Agility:(21+15) Wisdom:(2+10) Finesse:(7)]

Denshi’s
stats were skewed toward agility to the point of being deformed.

Perhaps
the heavens had granted Denshi’s wish to never repeat such a thing
again.

“But
even when I get stronger, even when I get incredibly strong⋯
suddenly, I feel like my master will disappear in a flash. Like a
mirage.”

Watery
purple eyes looked up at me.

“⋯It’s
a selfish favor. It is my own personal desire. It’s too presumptuous
for a slave to ask. But, nevertheless⋯”

With
a motive stronger than any other, Grumpy turned to me again.

“Wouldn’t
it be okay if you came with me⋯?”

I
was silent for a moment, listening to her request.

Denshi
told me that she needed to go to the 15th floor to meet with a woman
named Master.

She
suggested that I go downstairs with her instead of returning to the
surface, because there would be some sort of penalty for not
following the Master’s words.

As
I pondered, I sighed heavily and sat down against a tree.

“Denshi,
sit down.”

I
patted the snow off the ground beside me, and Denshi didn’t sit down,
but instead settled her butt on my thigh.

Not
even with her back to me, but directly facing me.

I
let out another unnecessary sigh, but she didn’t move from my lap,
staring at my face the whole time as if she wanted to stay with me
just a little longer.

Purple
and black eyes met.

“Come
here.”

Squeak!

I
opened my arms, and Denshi jumped straight into my arms as if she’d
been waiting for me to say it.

With
the leash on, I felt like I was hugging a large dog.

Her
body was still warm despite the snowy weather and her breasts were
pressing gently against my leather armor.

I
could smell the soft, natural scent of her body, even though she
didn’t wash.

Feeling
Denshi’s warm body, I patted her back, so small and thin compared to
mine, and asked.

“How
are you feeling?”

“⋯⋯”

“Are
you warm?”

“⋯Nope⋯”

Denshi,
burying her face in my arms, nodded gently.

“Someone
said that. You can feel body heat because that person is next to
you.”

“⋯That
makes sense.”

“It
is. It’s obvious. It’s as natural for me to be near you as it is for
you to feel my temperature.”

“⋯⋯!”

Denshi’s
body jumped as if she was genuinely surprised.

Her
heartbeat was clearly audible through her chest, pounding wildly as
our bodies clung together.

“I
have no intention of letting you go, you’re mine, so what makes you
think I’ll abandon you first?”

“Hmph,
th-that’s⋯⋯”

I
know. I’ve heard the reasons.

It’s
just, you know, insecurity.

I’ve
been through something similar once.

I
hugged Denshi even harder, if only to ease her anxiety.

-Pat.

As
I gently patted Denshi’s white back with my palm, I could feel her
body trembling slightly.

I
just moved my hand, endlessly reassuring her that I’m beside her.

Our
bodies pressed together, sharing each other’s body heat, reminding
her that we are together now.

“⋯⋯”

Denshi’s
breathing has finally stabilized.

Still
clutched tightly in my arms, Denshi asks softly.

“You
can’t come with me, can you?”

I
nodded in silence.

Even
if my intentions were put aside, there were many limitations that
were realistically impossible.

Having
shaken off her anxiety by sharing my body heat, she was no longer
pushy.

However,
she did ask for one small favor.

“Then,
please hug me a little longer⋯
harder⋯
before I leave⋯”

Something
like that.

“Hmph.”

Denshi
moaned in bliss as her soft breasts were crushed and her lungs
squeezed.

After
a few minutes of hugging her to the point of breaking, Denshi stepped
out of the thick leather armor and looked up at me with a dazed
expression on her face.

The
look of someone who wants something badly, but can’t quite bring
himself to say it.

“Kiss,
do you want to?”

“⋯Yes,
can I?”

“You
touched my balls.”

“Hmph.
Well, that, too.”

Smiling
with embarrassment, Denshi half-lifted my helmet.

My
lips and jaw were exposed, and Denshi’s face was immediately close.

Her
lips, warm and moist, gently pressed against mine.

Denshi’s
lips and saliva warmed my cold lips.

The
kiss was short and to the point.

After
a brief moment of bliss, Denshi’s lips moved to my neck.

“Kkkkkk.”

The
sensation of teeth and lips nibbling lasts for a moment, and then
Denshi raises her head and wipes her lips with her thumb.

Her
eyes reflected my neckline. There was a clear kiss mark.

“⋯When
you leave the Labyrinth, I want you to look at this and think of me.
Please. Don’t forget.”

“Okay.”

She’s
a worrier, after all.

“⋯Finally,
before you go, can I ask you one more thing⋯?”

She’s
greedy.

I
smile bitterly and nod, and she grabs my arm.

Her
small, warm hands curled around my large, thick fingers, forcing me
to make a fist.

Denshi
placed that fist over her lower belly⋯
her womb.

“⋯Here,
please leave a mark that I belong to you.”

Koo-koo-koo!

I
moved my fist and crushed her womb with all my might.

“So
that anyone who sees me will know that I belong to you.”

The
most precious place on a woman’s body, the place that should be
tenderly patted, was mercilessly crushed by a large, hard male fist.

“Rough
enough to not be erased, clear enough⋯♡”

Denshi’s
face was flushed with excitement as she said that.

***

In
a space filled with darkness, a woman with a doll’s body opened her
eyes.

It
had been hundreds of years since she had unintentionally taken on the
body of a numb doll.

Still,
she had never gotten used to the languorous feeling of standing up.

Unable
to move herself, the woman stretched long threads of magic to animate
the doll’s body.

Her
hair bounced and her body moved smoothly without awkwardness.

Who
could possibly think that the woman’s body was a doll?

To
the vast majority of people, it would simply be a beautiful woman
rising from her bed.

As
the woman stroked the thousands and tens of thousands of dolls in
front of her, her eyes were suddenly drawn to one in particular.

It
was one of the few dolls that had grown especially strong recently,
and one of the few that she had contracted herself.

“⋯This
child, can she reach the top?”

The
talent was there. The motivation was compelling. With a trusted
figure attached, growth would be no problem.

However,
it will take more effort to reach the woman’s ‘secret desire’.

Recently,
she’s been distracted by other things and didn’t keep track of her
growth.

If
she had already stopped growing, she might have to consider
‘retiring’ the doll.

‘Let’s
plug it in for a while and see.’

This
child has an exceptionally high compatibility, making their link far
more sensitive than that of other dolls.

This
meant that she could feel the five senses of a real person in the
body of an insensitive doll.

In
a way, this child was the closest to the woman’s vision.

The
woman casually took the doll into her hands and connected the
blessing.

Immediately,
the woman’s vision changed to a snowy landscape. It was the 12th
floor.

The
‘link’ connected the cursed doll and all five senses.

She
could manipulate the child’s body by stretching the threads, but for
a child who was still growing, forcing the body could tear off limbs.

So
the woman tried to match the child’s movements as much as possible.

In
the middle of the snowy landscape, she saw a man in a helmet.

She
wasn’t in battle and the surroundings were peaceful.

But
why was there a man in front of her?

Just
after a small question.

Pfft!

“Kechhhhhh?!”

An
ugly groan escaped from the normally relaxed woman’s mouth.

But
before she had time to react, a shudder ran down her spine.

The
sensations the puppet must have felt were transmitted to the linked
doll’s body.

The
sensation of a tightening womb that shouldn’t be there.

Her
hips, which had only been attached for aesthetic satisfaction,
instantly became hot.

‘I’ve
been hit. What did I get hit by? A fist. A man’s fist. A fist, did I
get hit? Me? This me?’

My
head began to twist in strange ways as I calmly continued to think.

I
was definitely hit by a fist, but I didn’t feel any pain.

Technically,
I could feel it, but it was very mild.

And
something huge, something very huge, fills the void of that pain.

-Pfft!

“Khhhhhhhhhhhh?!”

A
waterfall of pleasure.

The
likes of which I’d never felt before, not in life, not even as a
doll⋯

A
head-splitting, enormous pleasure.

-Chiiiiiit!
Chiiiiiit!

As
the man’s fist roughly crushed her uterus, the same sticky liquid
squirted out of her unattractive buttocks.

The
dolls in front of her were drenched in the slimy, chewy substance
that had aged for so long.

‘This,
is, weird, this, is, weird, something, is, wrong, hmm, okay, I, need,
to, break, the, link-‘

She
was about to break the link when she instinctively sensed something
was wrong.

‘Pfft!’

“Heeeeeeeeeeeee??!♡”

The
woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as another fist was thrust into
her womb.

The
pain and the pleasure seemed to knead her brain into a coarse paste.

Chick,
chick, chick!

Her
pussy, finally beginning to do what it was supposed to do, shot out a
stream of clear, sticky fluid like a broken faucet.

The
thread, now out of the woman’s control, twisted strangely, tugging at
the thread with each spurt of water from her cunt and flinging her
pelvis skyward.

The
woman’s legs were already spread wide open, stretched to their
limits.

Even
the tips of her white, shoeless toes twitched convulsively.

“Mmm,
stop, heh, stop, heh, stop, heh?”

The
woman’s mind, her thoughts racing with pleasure, turned to the fist
resting on her womb.

-Kuung.

The
woman’s heart sank into the depths of the abyss.

Instinctively,
she realized that this wasn’t the short, concise punch to the womb
she’d been used to.

It
was slow and deliberate, a fist that crushed the female’s womb.

A
fist that turns a woman standing on top of a man, into a rug female.

“Please,
please stop⋯”

Koooooooooooooooooooooo!

“Heeeeeeeeeee!”

Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

A
stream of chewing gum poured out from between her thighs that were
spread to the limit.

The
doll’s body twisted this way and that as she writhed in pleasure, her
face contorted like an idiot.

-Ding!

The
link was accidentally broken in the process.

The
pleasure that had already been imprinted on the woman’s ‘brain’, not
the doll’s body, had destroyed her mind, not her body.

“Stop,
stop, stop, stop, stop, je, bahaal⋯♡”

-Chiiiit!

The
doll’s already functionally destroyed body periodically shot out a
stream of gooey liquid.

The
water shot out of thin air and splashed all over the woman’s face and
body.

After
several convulsions, the woman fell to the floor like a doll with a
broken thread.

It
was two or three hours later that the Puppeteer regained control of
the situation.