Chapter 11 – Floor 2. A Hero Too Shameful to Display

In D.D., this angel statue was an object that couldn’t be examined because it was blocked by the Sad Ghost’s sarcophagus.

That’s why there were various opinions on the DunGal forum about why the Specter’s grave didn’t exist, but to think it was hidden like this.

No, rather than hidden, it feels more like it was added through something like a DLC update.

“Severa and Maria…”

[You have discovered the forgotten name of the Specter of the Past.]

[You have discovered the forgotten name of the Sad Ghost.]

Though I had no idea what they were looking for, it seemed I could uncover D.D.’s background lore in this dungeon.

[You have leveled up.]

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Name: aaaa
Level: 05
Health: 24/64 ■■■□□□□□□□
Magic: 36/36 ■■■■■■■■■■
Hunger: 100/100 ■■■■■■■■■■
Thirst: 100/100 ■■■■■■■■■■
Temperature: ◁■■■■■□□□□□▷
Strength 10(+0) | Dexterity 15(+0) | Constitution 08(+0)
Mental 08(+0) | Perception 09(+0) | Charm 12(+2)
GOLD: 922

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Opening the status window to check the suddenly appearing level-up log, I saw that my Charm had definitely increased by 2.

Although I couldn’t gain skills that were obtainable by reaching certain stat thresholds, and Charm was a stat with low utility, it wasn’t bad considering it grew for free.

“Is this saying I should find these elements as I descend?”

I would need to think deeply about how to interpret this, but I soon decided to ignore it.

Intentionally searching for such background lore would be a seriously flawed way to play.

Besides, I had other things to do right now.

I picked up the Wraith Onahole, which was still shedding ectoplasm like a thick mist.

Its weight, heavier than expected, was felt through my arm.

But due to the strange sensation, as if touching air, without this weight I wouldn’t have had the feeling of actually holding an onahole.

The Wraith’s gaze, staring straight ahead with venomous eyes, even in its state of being unable to move after becoming an onahole.

“Were you like this when you were alive too?”

POW—

Just like I did with the slime, I put a snap in my wrist and slapped its butt, but rather than the sound of hitting firm flesh, it made a sound like hitting a net, and ectoplasm splattered around and evaporated.

“Oh… does this mean even as an onahole, the material is accurately represented? That’s pretty amazing.”

In fact, it might not be an onahole but a preserved state, and I’m just being told to use it as an onahole.

The angel statue, half broken but still gazing down benevolently with its remaining eye, presumably in Severa’s image, faced an onahole made from Severa’s soul.

A truly artistically blasphemous situation.

“Your friend hoped you’d become an angel, but all you became after lingering in this dungeon was just an onahole?”

I insulted the Wraith and tore off the ragged black robe it was wearing.

Swollen breasts and a crevice that proved it was merely a female, impossible to hide even with the hatred-emitting red eyes and vicious, rigid face.

It was an impressive sight that brought home the fact that a being who was a hero in life had merely become an onahole used for my masturbation in death.

The robe, already tattered, was cleanly torn away below the chest, revealing the specter’s palely glowing flesh, which contrasted even more with the angel statue with the same face, gazing at it with compassionate eyes.

『Wraith Onahole』Fuel: 0/15
【When used, summons a Specter of the Past】
【An onahole made of ectoplasm from a Specter of the Past who was frustrated and despaired at human helplessness. Let’s engrave even greater despair by toying with it freely.】

Taking off the armor that had now become more familiar to wear, I sat on top of the sarcophagus containing the Sad Ghost’s remains.

‘She’s not here now anyway, so it shouldn’t matter.’

Placing the Wraith Onahole on my knees, the ectoplasm flowing down my thighs and legs felt like standing directly in front of a humidifier.

Though quite different from embracing a female body of flesh and blood, this wasn’t bad either.

Grabbing the onahole’s legs and spreading them obscenely wide, the specter’s pussy, previously hidden by the flowing mist, was exposed to the world.

A seam still closed even when spread to its limit.

“You never used it when you were alive, huh? It’s not bad to lose your virginity even after death, right?”

Opening the closed crevice with my fingers revealed a pale flesh closer to light blue than pretty pink hidden inside.

I inserted my finger into that flesh, wedging my way in.

SQUELCH—

Perhaps due to the properties of ectoplasm, my finger easily penetrated the Wraith’s vaginal flesh, exploring the deepest reachable place.

“Hmm— it’s ambiguous. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, so I’m not sure if it’s good.”

[The Wraith Onahole accepted your finger.]

There was definitely a feeling of insertion, but when asked if the stimulation would be sufficient, I had to tilt my head in uncertainty.

Perhaps it meant to enjoy the sinful feeling provided by the situation.

I glanced slightly at the slime, but decided to try it first before judging.

No, I have no choice but to inject semen to use the onahole.

Still, my honestly aroused cock was emitting hot heat, ready to charge into the Wraith’s pussy.

No matter how difficult, if a man can stand, he’ll squeeze out his last ounce of strength to stand!

I faced the Wraith Onahole, lifted its legs with my arms, and aligned my glans with its crevice.

SLURP—

As if giving a kiss, our genitals touched at the tips, and my cock throbbed vigorously, asking to be allowed deeper inside.

‘It wasn’t quite like this with the slime… visual stimulation really does make a difference.’

The specter, having fallen to such a lowly state, was nonetheless extremely beautiful in appearance.

Even now, deformed and smaller after becoming an onahole, that beauty had not diminished.

Despite the unsettling red eyes and the stiff, distorted face that fully revealed negative emotions.

I wanted to break her down as I pleased and make her pant obscenely.

SLURP— SLURP—

Thus, I claimed the specter’s lips.

Though I merely kissed what was just an onahole, the marking act of a kiss that confirmed it as mine was truly interesting and enjoyable.

The specter, offering no resistance, was merely my plaything.

Illusory yet soft lips, neat teeth, and a tongue like inhaling mist.

As I bent my back and explored the specter’s mouth more deeply, my cock, which had been waiting for a long time, gradually began to enter the specter’s pussy as she was pressed down by me kissing her.

SQUU-EELCH—

[The Wraith Onahole accepted your male organ.]

The insertion happened very slowly. Just as I had felt with my finger, the stimulation wasn’t very intense.

This was because ectoplasm had partially transcended the material realm.

But my excitement had already risen too high to be concerned with such simple stimulation, and my sensitized senses caught that sensation, which felt as if it would fly away with the wind.

A sensation like thrusting into a waterfall of mist.

Even without moving, the feeling of vaginal flesh made of flowing ectoplasm gently embraced my inserted cock.

‘This seems like the type that you can’t enjoy if you wildly move your hips.’

Only after inserting and tasting that sensation did I realize how to use this onahole.

A low-stimulation masturbation tool to be enjoyed long and stickily, raising sexual pleasure slowly and steadily.

“Whew! Despite looking so fierce, you don’t like rough play?”

SMACK!

After sucking on the Wraith’s mouth for a while, I took a big breath of air and slapped her ass, and in response, the ectoplasm contracted and undulated as if stroking my cock.

It seemed that even in the onahole state, it could move somewhat in response to stimulation.

‘I should enjoy it leisurely as desired.’

With my cock inserted into the Wraith Onahole, I moved my hips in a rubbing motion without pulling out.

My deeply inserted cock stirred the inside recklessly as if trying to reshape it to its own form, pushing away ectoplasm and toying with it.

A sweet movement like gentle sex between long-time lovers.

The angel statue’s compassionate eyes watched over that sweet union, but in reality, it was just a scene where the original person, now an onahole, was being used to relieve sexual urges.

SQUELCH—

While enjoying the Wraith’s insides as we faced each other, I turned her to face the angel statue.

“You’re just a perverted onahole bitch who has to beg for semen even after death, but the idol made after you is a noble angel? Maria must have really liked you!”

I grabbed the Wraith Onahole’s chin, making her eyes meet the angel statue, and whispered insulting words.

It would be very frustrating if she could hear, but what could she do?

In this state, she couldn’t do anything but extract semen!

“Squeeze tighter! You whore!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Fucking her while trampling on the pride of a fallen hero was so enjoyable that I wondered if I had a sadistic tendency.

The pressure of the vagina made of spiritual substance, twitching as if responding to the spanking, was quite lewd.

It was undoubtedly an onahole worth tormenting, enough to offset the disadvantage of low stimulation.

I stirred for a long while, as if searching for and pressing against the cervix.

Feeling the gradually rising, pleasant sensation of ejaculation, I toyed with the Wraith’s breasts.

They could be described as excellent breasts, large and soft to the touch, filling my hands with a bit left over, but the already dead Wraith would never produce milk for a child in any future.

‘Doesn’t that mean they exist to be touched by me?’

This was quite an arousing fact.

It’s disappointing that breast milk wouldn’t come out, but a ghost’s breast milk would just be ectoplasm anyway.

“Whew… you can’t give birth as much as you’ve killed… but get pregnant anyway!”

THROB-THROB-THROB—

Unlike with the slime, the ejaculation after moving for a long time while persistently seeking pleasure was lengthy.

It felt like an incomparable amount was coming out compared to usual, almost as if all the moisture in my body had been converted to semen.

“Ngh..!”

With a pleasure that sent chills throughout my body, my semen filled the specter’s womb.

[You ejaculated forcefully inside the Wraith Onahole.]

[The Wraith Onahole’s Fuel has been charged by 14.]

“Haa… 14? Isn’t it supposed to be fully charged with one ejaculation… it worked for the slime.”

Tilting my head at that log, I slowly withdrew my inserted cock.

As my cock was completely pulled out of the Wraith’s pussy, white semen that couldn’t be fully accepted and ectoplasm flowed out, intertwined.

GLUG— GLUG—

Laying her down on the Sad Ghost’s sarcophagus as a bed, she looked incredibly vulgar with her legs spread obscenely, sticky liquid flowing from her pussy, at odds with her serious face.

“This thing… is a hero?”

A sight that would make the demons killed by this one weep in hell.

Of course, it was nice to look at.

SLURP—♡

I’ll have the slime clean up the remaining semen.