Chapter 125

Chapter 125

125: Deficiency – H Because my limbs were petrified, severely restricting my movement, I had to rely on Josef’s familiar to move around the brothel.

-Clatter, clatter.

“This is…?” “It’s a Living Armor.” The familiar carrying me was in the shape of a knight clad in armor. But, isn’t this undead? He calls it Living Armor, but judging by the corpse inside, it’s definitely undead. “I thought the kingdom managed the undead. Is it okay to just leave it out like this?” “It’s fine. Believe it or not, it’s a Class 2 industrial golem. It even has a permit stamped with the academy’s seal.” “No, that’s not what I mean. That’s undead. It’s clearly not a golem.” “Haha, someone might misunderstand if they heard that. It’s an industrial golem.” “It looks like there’s a corpse inside…” “It’s there for decoration. Adds to the atmosphere, don’t you think?” “…Does that excuse even work?” “Gold has the power to make even the most twisted sophistry sound convincing. I believe that’s the greatest magic of all.” Is this what they call an obvious cover-up? I thought Josef had nothing in common with Quirjev, but the two seemed to be quite similar in unexpected ways. In that they were rich, good at making money, and thought money was important. Although, I don’t know if Quirjev values money that much. “…Nice golem.” “Thank you for the compliment.” I was a bit dumbfounded, but considering this was the black market where even existence itself was illegal, I figured there was no point in questioning it further. Besides, my senior apprentice in front of me was a mage researching human modification. He was engaging in far more egregious unethical acts than just a corpse-combined armor. Dealing with some undead would be nothing to him. I nodded in agreement and obediently entrusted my body to the corpse armor.

-Clatter, clatter.

…It was quite comfortable. Comfortable enough that I wanted one myself. Pekus wasn’t as large as I expected. To be precise, Josef’s space wasn’t that large. Pekus was a brothel where prostitutes who had undergone various human modifications to satisfy unique tastes gathered. It was a business, not Josef’s personal space, and the space Josef could use was limited to a dark and gloomy basement. “…It’s… fresh.” Perhaps that’s why the room he led me to, though it had a bed, was so shabby that it would be more accurate to call it a storage room. And Josef himself seemed to know that the room he was introducing was shabby. “It’s quite shabby, but I hope you can bear with it.” Josef called me his priest, but he still didn’t drop the honorifics. I had asked him about it once, but he insisted on keeping his tone, saying he was more comfortable with it. Seeing how stubborn he was, he must be a pervert after all. Perverts with dangerous tastes recognize their own kind, and my sensors were picking up Josef. Combining human modification and a brothel already confirmed him as a pervert, though. “Well, it’s fine. I’ve slept on the streets before.” To be exact, I’ve slept in worse places. A dusty storage room was nothing. I had been gang-raped and dumped in the sewers in Lakers, so how could this be a big deal? “I advise you not to touch anything. Things aren’t organized yet, so even I sometimes get confused about what’s there.” “Don’t worry. I’m really good at staying still.” As I replied, shaking my petrified limbs, Josef gave a wry smile and nodded. “Regarding that, I’ll try to find a way to help you soon. You’re my priest, after all, so I can’t just stand by and watch.” “What if I had connections in the temple?” “If you had connections with a priest who could use divine magic to restore limbs, you wouldn’t be an adventurer.” That was logical. It would be strange to just accept it and move on. Strictly speaking, he was the one who mentioned the priest. “Then… ah.” Josef bowed slightly and was about to leave the storage-like room when he suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on something. Following his gaze, I saw a round object in what looked like a glass bottle. It was a bottle filled with some kind of embalming fluid, and the round object inside seemed to be a monster core. “…” Josef stared at it for a moment, then suddenly reached out and chanted a spell. “Silma Ro Hands”

-Float.

The spell engraved on Josef’s left hand glowed, and the glass bottle flew into his hand. He could use the energy within his body to cast simple spells without having to borrow the power of the core. Although the number of times he could do so was very limited, and he had to replenish it by eating a lot. “What is that?” I asked, wondering what it was that he would use magic for, and the answer came immediately. “It’s a core.” “…Yes, it looks like it.” I replied as if to say, “I know that much,” and Josef smiled faintly, adding an explanation. “To be precise, it’s a demon core. A demon whose summoning lineage has been severed in modern times.” “What kind of demon is it?” I asked, feeling like it was an interesting story, and the smile on Josef’s lips deepened slightly. The smile, which seemed to be filled with joy, made me think he looked like a pervert, but that was just my subjective opinion. “It’s a doppelganger. A rare demon with the ability to transform into the appearance of others.” //

-Click, sizzle.

“…” Listening to the sound in my ear, I lay blankly on the bed. Not being able to move my limbs was more frustrating than I had imagined. No matter how much I wanted to move, I couldn’t, and even the simplest desires, like scratching my cheek or fixing my hair, were impossible to fulfill. Fortunately, I had Arum, so I could solve those minor problems. But there was no way to relieve the frustration of not being able to move my body. Perhaps that’s why. I couldn’t sleep, and I had nothing to do, so I felt more intensely bored than usual. With my petrified limbs lying on the bed, I mumbled blankly. “…Ah, I want to have sex.” How bored must I be for those words to come out of my mouth? …I think about it quite often, but the fact that I can’t act on it now is a big deal. Should I have asked Josef to pounce on me? Or, I could have asked to work at the brothel for just one day, even without pay. With the title of a living onahole who can’t move her limbs, and an advertisement saying anyone can use me for free, I could have had a fun day. Of course, my image would plummet, but my image is already so bad that it wouldn’t be surprising if it fell to the bottom of the abyss someday. It wouldn’t be a problem if it fell a little faster.

– Click, click!

– Gurgle.

The sound of mice coming from the corner of the room and the boiling sound of Arum created a harmony. It felt like the sounds were a duet. Do people feel even these things as stimulation when they reach the extreme of boredom? But, at that moment.

– Crash!

– Sizzle!

An unexpected, strange sound echoed in my ear. “…Huh?” What was that sound? Puzzled, I turned my head while still lying down, and “Squeeee…” There was a tentacle monster in front of me. …Why? “Am I feeling weak lately…” I mumbled blankly, wondering if it was a hallucination, but the scene in front of me was too realistic. Of course, it couldn’t be a hallucination. Fortunately or unfortunately, my eyes, which had become accustomed to the darkness, soon found the cause. A jar in the corner of the room had fallen over and shattered. And next to it was a metal ball that seemed to have just fallen from the table, rolling around. …Damn rat. I didn’t do anything, so how did it lead to this? “Squeeee!!” The moment I realized the answer, the tentacle monster let out a screech as if to show off its presence. The tentacle monster, which had a round, octopus-like body with more than ten bundles of long tentacles, immediately stretched out its tentacles and wrapped them around my body. Ugh, it’s soft. It’s strangely smooth, and the texture is so good that it’s even weirder.

-Gurgle!

Arum, who had been loitering nearby, made a surprised noise as she looked at me, but unfortunately, there was nothing Arum could do in this situation. “Calm down, Arum. And run away. I don’t think you can win against that thing.” My familiar, Arum, who looked like a pink MeOmon, was cute and smart, but had almost no combat ability. She probably couldn’t even beat a rat in the sewer, let alone the tentacle monster in front of me. “Squeeee…” The situation wasn’t good. The tentacle monster had already wrapped itself tightly around me, and I didn’t think I could win even if I fought in my current state with petrified limbs. My limbs were just hard sticks now. It might be possible to fight with them, but I didn’t want to provoke the monster in front of me.

-Gurgle!

Arum turned her body red as if she was about to pounce, but I didn’t feel any confidence from her appearance. She might get hurt if she recklessly attacked, so it would be better to stop her.

-Arum, calm down and find Josef and bring him here.

I used a command to calm Arum down and sent her outside to ask someone for help. I strongly projected Josef’s image, so it wouldn’t be difficult for her to recognize him.

-Gurgle…

Arum made a gurgling sound as if to say she understood, and quickly slipped through the gap in the door. “Squee?” Fortunately, the unidentified tentacle monster didn’t stop her. It seemed to be more interested in me than the small slime.

-Sizzle.

Perhaps the tentacles were stronger than I thought, as it easily tore the clothes I was wearing and began to grope my body with its smooth bundles of tentacles. …Wait, isn’t this a very desirable situation? // Suddenly, I remembered the explanation I had heard from Quirjev. The Laufer monster had a survival strategy of parasitizing other living beings. Old Man Quirjev was Josef’s teacher, so there was a good chance that he had given his disciple the monster he had discovered and raised. If so, the tentacle monster in front of me was very likely a Laufer. “Squeeee…!” As the smooth tentacles swept over my entire body, a tingling sensation shot up from inside my skin. Disgust, depravity, and a thrilling pleasure mixed together, feeling like they were sweeping through every corner of my nerves. “Hngh, a little lower, there… you can touch it… keep touching it… Haaah!? Don’t stop…!” “Squee…?” Was that the purpose of this monster? The Laufer was sweeping my body with its bundles of tentacles, rubbing my vulva as if it were caressing it. Of course, it seemed to be caressing my breasts as well, but perhaps because I was lying down and the absolute volume was quite lacking, I could see the tentacles sweeping through the air from time to time. …I feel like tears are about to flow from my eyes, but let’s hold it in for now and focus on this pleasure. The Laufer’s tentacles were a bit grotesque in shape, but the texture itself was soft and smooth. If I closed my eyes, I would want to be touched forever. As those tentacles swept over my clitoris, a sharp pleasure resonated in my lower abdomen. “Higgout-!?” Along with the pleasure, one worry flashed through my mind. Was I ovulating right now? If I hadn’t listened to Old Man Quirjev, I probably wouldn’t have even felt the need to think about it. I could just take away all the vitality of the sperm with the Absorption Technique. But, having accepted his request and seen his research notes, I couldn’t help but worry about it. Amidst those worries, the pleasure that started from my vulva once again traveled up my spine and into my head. “Hngut, Haaah!!?”

Before I knew it, a moan escaped my lips. My body was burning up, as if I were more sensitive than ever. The Succubus Art in my memory didn’t have such severe side effects, but my body was heating up as if craving a man, even with the slightest stimulation. This was clearly strange. “Haa, haa….” My exhaled breath was rapid, and a hot sigh, tinged with sensuality, leaked from between my lips. Amidst the sensations of my pleasure-drenched body, I vaguely realized the reason. …This was probably the consequence of the Succubus Art built up with essence. The more I mastered the martial art, and the stronger I became, the more lewd I would become, and the more I would crave men. What I had built up was a form of Succubus Art that had evolved differently from the martial art in my memory. Unlike the Succubus Art that mixed natural energy and other martial art energies, this was a Succubus Art built up solely with men’s essence. It was a more lewd, more decadent, and more deeply corrupted form of demonic art. If I were to complete this martial art, would the end be ascension, or a fall? “…Heuk!?” Once again, Laufer’s tentacle rubbed against my vulva. As the smooth tentacle caressed the crevice, wet with arousal, a desire to be penetrated filled my chest. In that dark desire, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. …Would Emily also become like this someday, like me? It was a result I desired, but also a result I didn’t desire. Instincts consumed by pleasure, and reason that would never lose its light even if consumed by pleasure, clashed in my mind. “Kwee…” Amidst the excitement, guilt, pleasure, and agony that were intricately intertwined in my mind, the Laufer before me let out a cry. Hearing that cry, which seemed to be filled with desire, I made a decision. “Haa, heuht….” I withdrew the gathered energy and closed my eyes. It wasn’t without resistance. And I was aware that this was necessary. But at the same time, the thought that it didn’t necessarily have to be today lingered in my mind. Couldn’t it be done later? Wouldn’t it be better to decide now? “….” Amidst the conflict between reason and instinct, after much deliberation, I gave up on making a decision. What I chose was a simple method. For tonight, I would offer no resistance. I was going to leave my fate entirely to chance. The demon I faced was alluring but grotesque, and perhaps I would use the Essence Absorption Art out of instinctive resistance and fear. To prevent that, I gathered all the energy I had raised and pushed it deep into my dantian. I wasn’t going to use the Essence Absorption Art anyway. Fortunately, Arum wasn’t inside me. If Laufer ejaculated inside me, I would probably become pregnant. And if Arum brought Josef and stopped me… at least I would get through today. “Kwee!” Making the decision was quick. But that decision did nothing to determine Laufer’s actions.

-Squelch.

“Hieuheuk!?” Regardless of my will, a thick tentacle forced its way into my body, parting the crevice of my vulva. Along with the intense foreign sensation, a sharp and almost painful pleasure shot up my spine. Whether it was the influence of the demonic art, or my inherent nature, joy and pleasure spread gently within my chest. ———= Author’s Notes ———= I didn’t think much about the subheadings… or rather, they became somewhat meaningless as I revised the story along the way. The meaning may or may not come out later. And there’s one important concern I have. It’s a part I worry about a lot whenever I write novel scenes. First person or third person…. I can’t figure out which is better, or which is worse. Ah, I have no problem writing from either point of view. After all, writing Otherworld Reincarnation takes about 2 hours per chapter. The problem is that efficiency drops sharply if it takes longer than that. //