Chapter 13 – Floor 3. Who’s Threatening With a Knife?

After pushing myself too hard, I absolutely couldn’t get up, so I rested for a full three days on Floor 2 before finally being able to descend to Floor 3.

‘Still, I learned a lot.’

First, that one ejaculation can charge an onahole’s Fuel meter by an amount equal to my Charm stat.

Having confirmed that 14 was charged each time the Wraith’s Fuel ran out, there was no doubt about it.

And second, that if an onahole hasn’t “submitted,” even with a full Fuel meter, it will still be hostile when summoned.

From now on, I should refrain from summoning until I see the submission log message to be safe.

I licked my lips while checking the long-ago log messages announcing the submission of the Slime and the Specter.

Let’s consider the wasted healing potion as the price for learning a lesson.

The fact that I might have scars is certainly heartbreaking, but a healing spring will take care of that later.

‘I really had a chill down to my core…’

Without the changes from the DunGal Pack, I would have lost my life at that moment.

For the first time, a day has come to thank the anonymous poster…

“No, fuck, thinking about it again makes me angry. If this bastard hadn’t sent me here in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

Resolving to give his twisted spine a refreshing treatment with my secret chiropractic technique if I ever meet him in reality, I walked cautiously through the corridors of Floor 3, which were larger than those of Floor 2.

Floor 3.

This was the first floor where the Suspicious Merchant appears, and unlike Floor 2, which only had spike traps, this floor actively employed various traps.

For example…

I threw a nearby pebble with all my might at a suspiciously protruding section of the floor.

CLICK—!

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

Heat that could sear flesh, a deafening explosion, a blinding flash, and dust and steam filling the corridor.

Bits of enemy flesh, blown away by the tremendous explosion, pattered down to the floor.

“Hmm… if you stepped on that, you couldn’t even collect your bones. By the way, isn’t the trap’s power abnormal?”

It should have been a trap that merely inflicts strong explosive damage, but judging by its power, not only would bones be uncollectible, but all traces of ever having existed in this world would disappear.

Thinking about the spike trap, my body might be sturdy enough to only take strong explosive damage, but wouldn’t my legs at least be blown off?

Come to think of it, my current body was really strange.

The wound on my leg, deeply pierced by iron spikes, had almost completely healed after just two days, and the discomfort had disappeared.

Recovery ability that surpasses ordinary humans and stamina that could last all night were thoroughly abnormal.

I definitely didn’t have such abilities before entering this dungeon.

“By the way, why did that bastard send me here?”

What benefit could there possibly be? Was this even possible to begin with?

Questions that I couldn’t ask due to the stress constantly driving me forward suddenly arose.

But all I knew was that after clicking the link in the anonymous post and opening my eyes, I was in a dungeon.

If there was something they wanted, how much better would it be for both of us if they had kindly explained it in words?

Even though they made my body sturdy, I still didn’t want to be thrown into this damn dungeon naked.

Swallowing those thoughts, I pushed forward through the sewer water where charred flesh fragments floated, with stoic eyes.

“Ah~ this is the floor where it appears.”

I spread my arms to fully enjoy what felt like warm sunlight that I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

In the ceiling of the sewer, built solidly with bricks over centuries, there was a huge hole leading directly to the surface, incongruous with the prison-like underground sewer teeming with monsters.

It wasn’t collapsed.

The wall of the hole, with bricks woven in a circular pattern, suggested it was designed that way from the beginning.

And what emerges from this place is another mini-boss of the sewers.

A stage for it.

‘Until the conditions are met, it’s just one of the few places in this shitty location where you can photosynthesize.’

Originally, both the Sad Ghost and this hole were randomly appearing fixtures, making them difficult to encounter together, but this must be what was meant by “fixed appearance of story objects” in the changes.

Does it mean to clear all side quests while descending? Or something more?

Like when I found Severa and Maria’s names and received a reward, it somehow felt like it was guiding me to do that.

“It’s not bad to be able to see all side quests without fail.”

Setting aside the difficulty, clearing side quests was one of the few guaranteed benefits in this dungeon.

Perhaps if I find these hidden elements of side quests, I might discover why I’m trapped in this dungeon.

In novels, it usually works that way.

Or maybe I’ll be able to find out something when I clear the dungeon, plain and simple.

The only certainty is that, whatever happens, I need to descend through the dungeon.

“I’ll come back later.”

Having reached level 5, with reasonable equipment, plus the Slime and Severa, I could clear it right away.

No, I even had confidence that I could clear it for certain.

But since I hadn’t properly looked around Floor 3 yet, there was no need to rush.

The less I expend resources, the better.

“At this rate, will I be level 6 after exploring all of Floor 3? I hope I find a few unknown items and maybe even a shield~”

***

BOOM! BANG! KABOOM!!!

The fireballs that made contact with the slime blob writhing wildly in mid-air resonated through the brick sewers with a tremendous noise.

The firepower produced by the magic fireball’s triple combo was absolutely spectacular.

And the creator of those fireballs was a pale-skinned specter holding a staff with a red jewel embedded in it, fully exposing her genitals without wearing any clothes.

『aaaa’s Onahole: Specter of the Past, Severa』Level: 10☆ [Status: Subjugated]
Health: 1/1 ■■■■■■■■■■
Fuel: 9/15 ■■■■■■□□□□
【A former hero who fought against great evil to save the world, but now a ghost onahole used however one pleases. Has masochistic tendencies.】

This was the solution for bonding—my onahole #2, Severa, who had become docile after deep, intense skinship.

[The Blue Slime took 62 damage.]

[You defeated the Blue Slime.]

“Ah~ this is convenient.”

“…”

Unfortunately, the tattered robe she had been wearing seemed unable to regenerate, so Severa summoned by me looked quite pitiful, but since it had a positive effect on my eyes and mental health, I would let her go around like that for a while.

Of course, being a ghost, it didn’t matter if she didn’t wear clothes, and it’s not like I had good equipment to give her anyway.

SQUISH—

The fact that she didn’t complain even when I kneaded her plump buttocks from behind like rice cakes must mean she had opened her heart to me.

As I massaged her buttocks with their addictive texture, I evaluated Severa’s performance.

“Maybe it’s because her Mental stat is high. With the magic staff, her performance is definitely solid.”

Giving the wand of flames to Severa was indeed a good decision.

Perhaps because she was a magician in life, Severa’s Mental stat was extremely high.

Of course, having 1 Health made her a special glass cannon, but a Mental stat of 20 in the early game was a terrifying monster.

There’s a reason so many players died to specters.

“Though she’s still premature compared to the effort required to charge her.”

To be honest, while I did give her decent equipment, my damage output isn’t that high.

An efficiency-oriented melee character at level 5 with this equipment would probably deal mid-20s damage, or up to 30 with a good roll.

Moreover, while my survivability isn’t bad since I invested in Dexterity, my low Health makes each allowed hit critical.

But with Severa added, who can project powerful firepower for 15 turns if given enough charged staves, I could somewhat offset my disadvantages.

“Good. Well done.”

Just as I was about to pat Severa’s buttocks and tell her to return after she had vaporized five slime blobs in 4 turns—

Her tightly closed mouth opened.

“I still hate you..! I will never forget this humiliation—”

Though she had submitted, Severa glared at me with her characteristically fierce eyes, suggesting her sense of self hadn’t been crushed.

It was an utterly arrogant attitude for an onahole, but I was a benevolent master.

SLAP—!

I gave her buttocks a satisfying slap with the hand that had been enjoying their texture, and Severa’s waist bounced as she stopped speaking.

“Ugh, this…”

“Yes, yes, I’ll fill your belly tonight too, so go back in. Losing your virginity and boasting about it…”

“You—”

Before she could finish speaking again, feeling my hand rubbing her lower abdomen, Severa returned to her onahole form, and I put her in my bag.

Did someone threaten her with a knife to be my onahole?

Shrugging my shoulders, I approached the remains of the completely shattered slime blobs.

Being liquid, they didn’t brown like roasted meat, but the completely incapacitated slime blobs looked exactly like condoms floating in water.

‘I wonder if the Slime would be horrified.’

With no brain, perhaps it wouldn’t think much of it.

It’s questionable whether enemies of the same type in this dungeon have any sense of kinship.

The enemies throw themselves at you as if they’re artificial life forms full of malice created specifically to kill players.

Like those rats ahead.

SQUEAK— SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK—

“Ah~ fuck— I just put her away.”

There’s nothing to like about this damn dungeon.