Chapter 12 – Floor 2. The Wraith Onahole

“Let’s try summoning it.”

The Wraith Onahole, which hadn’t been fully charged last night, meant that I still had more to research about the onahole system, so today I planned to try various things.

I approached the Wraith Onahole, which had been left in a vulgar position on top of the Sad Ghost’s sarcophagus exactly as I had used it, and placed my hand on it.

“Come forth!”

As I thought about wanting to summon the Specter of the Past, the ectoplasm that made up the onahole rose like a fountain, instantly obscuring my vision.

And not long after, my sight cleared as if nothing had been there from the beginning.

In my cleared vision, the Specter of the Past, Severa, was looking at me with red eyes full of hatred.

Of course, the tattered robe I had torn when she was an onahole hadn’t been restored, leaving her in a naked state that fully exposed her pale breasts and pussy.

‘Hmm. So it seems you can dress them or undress them.’

This revealed a way to increase the specs of summoning onaholes, differentiating them from summoning staves.

Though it meant more effort was required, it was good that the means to become stronger had increased.

‘Should I give her the wand of flames? Since she was called a magician, her Mental stat should be high.’

Just looking at Severa in her cool attire made me feel fulfilled.

When healing is needed while descending through this desolate dungeon, perhaps I could just set her up and look at her.

“What is it about these bewitching lumps of fat that makes men lose their minds… truly one of the century’s great mysteries.”

THROB—

Looking at Severa with her flesh exposed reminded me of last night, and my lower body naturally tensed up.

Tonight I might tell her to move by herself.

“So, what experiment should I try first—”

SLASH.

[You took 999 damage.]

***

What happened?

When I came to my senses, I was lying on the cold stone floor.

‘Status. Brief version.’

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Health: 1/64 □□□□□□□□□□
Magic: 36/36 ■■■■■■■■■■
Hunger: 96/100 ■■■■■■■■■■
Thirst: 93/100 ■■■■■■■■■□
Temperature: ◀■■■■■■■□□□▷
Status: At Death’s Door

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The state of my remaining health was strange. I should have fully recovered, so why was I one step away from death?

‘Obvious. Fuck…’

I had been attacked by the Specter of the Past, Severa.

Specters have a special attack.

It was a garbage skill called “Inevitable End,” a magic that had a high chance of instantly killing targets if they were living enemies—something you had to pray you wouldn’t face.

This is precisely why you should be wary of specters with a Health value of 1, no matter their 99% physical evasion.

‘But how am I still alive? Could it be that the balance adjustment mentioned was for enemy skills? If instant death was nerfed to near-death, that would explain it.’

“Unforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivable”

There was no time for such thoughts as Severa glared at me fiercely, emitting killing intent.

Looking at her, I forced myself to smile despite the intense pain in my chest.

“Hey… we had a good time yesterday… why are you doing this now?”

The specter’s fingers slowly wrapped around my neck.

‘This is dangerous…’

SQUEEZE—

“Gack— kuh..!”

The pressure on my windpipe grew stronger. Even if I had been in perfect condition, it would have been difficult to resist this force.

As the air flowing to my brain gradually decreased, a ringing began in my ears, and a dull feeling approached as if someone were repeatedly hammering my skull.

‘The attack might be considered magic, but how can she exert such physical force? Even if she’s half-corporeal, that density shouldn’t provide enough strength to strangle like this.’

But my judgment remained clear.

In fact, I interpreted the situation with a clearer, more refreshing thought process than usual.

The curtain of ectoplasm descending like waterfall mist, the eerie red eyes, the white hair reminiscent of dusty cobwebs, the pale skin.

All of it was vivid.

It struck my mind with exceptional clarity.

“Ah… I… get it now—”

SQUISH—

The feeling of fat being squished when force is applied, which seems like it would scatter but definitely exists. I tightly gripped Severa’s breast.

Breasts that seemed ready to overflow between my fingers.

It was definitely different from the unique ectoplasm sensation I had explored all night—the feeling of touching without being touched.

In this moment, the Specter of the Past, Severa, was a fully realized vengeful spirit.

“HatehatehatehatehateIwilltakeyourlifebeforethemastercomesbringyoutohellsdemonspullouteyesandtongueandtheirblasphemoussongseternally—”

“Grrk… kuh… ‘Command.’ Stop.”

FREEZE—

Severa, who until just now had been pouring curses as if to kill me, stopped all movement at that one word.

“Cough! Cough! Ugh… isn’t it a bit much to have such severe injuries two days in a row? If this leaves a scar, I’m going to cry!”

Escaping from Severa’s hands that had been strongly choking me, I coughed and greedily sought breath to refill my lungs with air.

Who would have thought that air, which had merely been damp and unpleasant, could be so welcome?

Only after barely regaining my breath and using the healing potion from my bag did I finally feel somewhat alive.

Though the three gashes on my chest still stung.

It seemed I would need to actively search for healing springs in future explorations.

“Ah~ that was scary. I seriously thought I was going to die and felt chills down to my liver!”

Wiping a drop of cold sweat from my forehead, I turned around to find the specter waiting only for my command, her expression full of confusion, wondering how this was possible.

“It’s nothing special. Summoned creatures can be switched between manual control and autonomous action by the summoner’s will. Usually, summoned creatures are friendly to me, so giving you an order was purely a gamble.”

Despite having faced a life-threatening crisis, strangely, I didn’t feel angry.

I wonder why.

Perhaps because I now had a justification to punish the presumptuous behavior of a defenseless onahole that couldn’t offer any resistance.

I walked toward the specter, who remained frozen in that position, with a smile splitting my face.

***

SLAP— SLAP— SLAP— SLAP— SLAP—

In a remote room where darkness had settled, watched over by an angel, the vulgar sound of flesh colliding echoed, out of place with the atmosphere.

A spiritual being lying beneath a person without resistance.

Each time the deeply inserted cock left the pussy, the specter’s waist trembled and was lifted up like a fish caught on a fishing line.

This only served to intensify the knocking sound against the sarcophagus when it was pounded down again in the subsequent thrust.

After repeating this tug-of-war-like action several times, the cock and two balls wrapped in the specter’s pale hole trembled.

THROB-THROB-THROB—

[You ejaculated forcefully inside the Specter of the Past, Severa.]

It was enjoyable to violate Severa using the Sad Ghost Maria’s sarcophagus as a bed.

“How does it feel to be fucked, shaking those vulgar hips on top of your best friend’s grave? Too good to speak?”

“AAAAAAAA—!!”

She screamed as if telling me to stop talking, but anyway, if I didn’t command her to move, she was just an onahole with intense reactions.

I started moving my hips again, pressing down on Severa, after briefly pausing from the pleasure of ejaculation.

“To think the reason the stimulation wasn’t that great wasn’t because that’s just how it is, but because you were in a spirit form… I never would have guessed.”

The inside of the specter still had the unique illusory feeling, but compared to before when it felt like being misted with fog, now it felt like being caressed by a curtain woven from something sticky.

The contraction of vaginal flesh felt with each rough downward thrust, along with a ticklish sensation.

Though she still glared at me as if she could kill me with her eyes alone, seemingly not having given up, I knew that wouldn’t last much longer.

“Today I’ll play with you leisurely all day long, and I hope you’ll like it. You lewd masochistic onahole.”

SLURP— SLURP—

I roughly sucked the two protrusions felt in my mouth.

As the nipples moved around following the movement of my tongue, I felt like a baby returned to suckling at its mother’s breast.

If only it didn’t feel like inhaling a lot of steam with each suck.

AHN— TWITCH.

As if she was feeling pleasure, when I bit the hardened nipple, I felt the vagina wrapped around my cock, which was pounding her cervix, repeatedly tense and relax.

No matter how you look at it, this onahole seemed to have masochistic talent.

Perhaps reaching some limit, the sharply glowing red eyes had already dimmed long ago.

“Was it that good? How did you manage to form an expedition team when you feel this good? Don’t tell me you masturbated by pinching your nipples whenever you were alone?”

“..!”

Though the specter’s face showed humiliation and frustration, in my view it was 100%.

As I pinched her clitoris and began pistoning again, the specter’s toes began to twist and curl.

SQUELCH— SQUELCH—

With each movement of my hips, the sticky ectoplasm that clung to me made lewd sounds, mixing with the already ejaculated semen to create white foam.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Changing positions, I leaned the specter against the angel statue and took her from behind, allowing for quick and strong thrusts.

Each time I slapped her pale buttocks, each time my waist collided with her ass, the mist that splashed was enough to fill the room.

The sticky vaginal flesh stroking my cock raised the feeling of ejaculation again.

‘Does ectoplasm have a libido-enhancing effect too? My erection just won’t subside.’

Despite having violated the specter for several hours already and ejaculated inside her multiple times, my proudly erect member showed no signs of going down.

“———!!!”

It seemed she was not in a state to give answers.

“I hope you won’t die from being withered up… ugh…”

THROB-THROB-THROB—

I poured semen into the specter’s pussy now as familiarly as wiping semen on a tissue after masturbating.

Looking at the specter’s belly, which somehow seemed swollen, I contemplated which position to try next.

SQUELCH—♡ SQUELCH—♡

“Oh… ohhh… ohk… ohk…”

A position that exposed the specter’s shameful state to the world.

With her arms and legs restrained, unable to hide anything, lifted up in front of her friend’s grave, the specter helplessly dripping spiritual substance was no longer a hero, not even the object of fear that had swept through the sewers.

She was merely a convenient masturbation tool used however a criminal trapped in these sewers pleased.

Her mouth, which had been tightly closed, made wet sounds with each thrust into her pussy, and the red eyes that had glowed in the darkness disappeared, becoming dull.

From her pussy, white sticky liquid that couldn’t be fully contained overflowed with each penetration, dripping down to soil the floor.

“Haha… your friend said she wanted to accompany me on my journey, and I said yes… this is a chance for you to get along with your friend again, isn’t it? I’ll think that’s good.”

“Ughk, ohk… hk…”

Originally, the Sad Ghost quest required clearing across floors 2, 3, and 4, so I didn’t know if the Sad Ghost would appear from floor 3 or from floor 6, but a reunion was certain.

However, despite mentioning her friend, the specter seemed to have no capacity to care.

“I’m planning to fuck you hard in front of Maria. I mean I’ll thrust into you like a beast until you have that stupid, lewd whore face like now.”

I don’t know how the Sad Ghost will react.

But as long as the quest is completed, it should be fine no matter what I do afterward, since she won’t become hostile.

“I wonder if she’ll congratulate her friend who lost her virginity after death… Ah, let’s just do this. Both of you holding hands and getting permanent employment as my exclusive ghost onaholes… now!”

“—————♥”

SQUIRRRRT———

Perhaps due to the impact of crushing her womb using gravity, the specter ejected an unknown liquid from her pussy as if spraying ejaculate.

That liquid, shot forward, naturally wet the Sad Ghost’s grave.

“How about that? Good idea, right!”

[The Specter of the Past, Severa, has submitted.]

[You have subjugated the Specter of the Past, Severa.]

Severa must have truly reached her limit, as she returned to her Wraith Onahole state.

I sighed at the overwhelming fatigue, patting my shoulders.

“Whew… I really went at it all day. I wonder if I won’t be able to get up tomorrow because of muscle pain…”

SLURP♡SLURP♡SLURP♡SLURP♡SLURP♡

“ARRRRRGH!!! YOU FUCKING CRAZY AMORPHOUS ONAHOLE BITCH!!!”