Chapter 52 – Floor 9. Nepenthes Onahole

CRASH─

As I landed on the ground, the translucent golden sphere surrounding my brilliantly glowing body shattered like glass, completely negating the impact of the fall before disappearing.

Fall damage is, after all, merely physical damage that ignores defense.

Which means that by using a Scroll of Protection, one could traverse floors vertically in free-fall without taking any damage, just like now.

I looked at the silver chest dripping with saliva flowing from the mouth of the dead Composite Being with its tongue hanging out, and casually kicked the corpse while surveying my surroundings.

A damp swamp.

Mud that my feet sank into and vegetation visibly different from the 8th floor.

Walls formed by strange trees with roots exposed above the water.

Unlike the tropical forest region from floors 10 to 8 that I had passed through, the 9th floor was a level with many swamp tiles that wouldn’t easily catch fire.

“I wonder if there’s anywhere decent to sleep.”

In D.D., it didn’t matter where you slept as long as you lit a campfire, but thinking about actually having to do it myself, I realized only a madman would do such a thing.

Who would want to lay out a blanket and sleep in this wretched swamp?

In my opinion, I’d probably turn over in my sleep, face-plant into the mud, and die of suffocation.

“I’d better find a tree room.”

***

Bulging wooden walls. Dense annual rings on the floor and a subtle woody fragrance.

Unlike the extreme dampness outside, the solid floor supporting my body provided a comfortable sense of security.

I wondered if a house made by hollowing out a baobab tree would feel like this. I stretched widely while looking at the campfire I had lit in the center.

Perhaps due to the peculiarity that most of the floor was nearly submerged in water, the vegetation forming the walls had changed to aquatic plants like mangroves, and occasionally these trees intertwined to form a single massive trunk, creating tree rooms like this one.

Typically, this would be the kind of place where you’d find an item or two, something you’d quickly sweep through as you passed by, but now it was my precious sleeping quarters.

“Severa, do you know any way to remove a parasitic organism?”

“Nggh, hee… W-why, why do you have to put it there of all places…”

Ignoring my question as if she hadn’t heard it, Severa placed her hands between her thighs and frantically rubbed them together as if burning with desire, occasionally twitching her waist.

“I asked you first.”

When I snapped at her, Severa finally stopped rubbing her thighs and slowly sat down with her lips tightly pressed together.

However, even with that small movement, she exhaled seductively and restlessly shifted her body. When I raised my palm, she flinched with a “Hik-” sound and cowered.

“S-sorry…”

‘No, that makes it look like I’m going to hit you.’

Certainly, spanking is skin contact, so it could be called hitting in that sense…

Anyway, it’s far from that unethical violence—it’s light skinship mixed with affection, isn’t it?

Of course, for an anal-weakness-masochist-onahole like Severa, who leaks fluids profusely with just a light tap, it might be frightening.

It doesn’t seem to be particularly my fault.

After some time passed, perhaps having become accustomed to it, Severa stopped flinching nervously and put on a serious expression with sharp eyes.

The spot where she sat had darkened a bit, but I decided to pretend not to notice.

“If you’re asking about a way to remove that terrible servant of the end, would it be sincere love or a kiss?”

“…”

I had thought she was finally calming down, but seeing Severa proudly suggesting such nonsense as a solution made my fist tremble.

Be patient, my right hand.

Seemingly realizing how ridiculous her suggestion was, Severa flinched and blurted out an excuse.

“D-don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I know everything! And, well… in fairy tales… they usually… oh.”

She had started with a burst of energy but by the end, her voice had become as quiet as crawling ants, making it hard to understand, but at least I knew that Severa didn’t know the method.

I wondered if the Anonymous poster would tell me if I asked.

Honestly, they hadn’t even explained why my initial magic was such a thing, so they weren’t particularly trustworthy.

‘I’ll just have to ask.’

At first, I had intended to ask what they meant by “this time’s you,” but there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the future.

It made more sense to start with questions that were immediately useful.

“Yes, I actually think that method might work to free her. It’s really a fresh and Gen Z way of thinking.”

“Gen Z..? I don’t know what that is, but… don’t mock me..! To begin with, there’s too little known about that inevitable end! There are only records of its appearance, but what it looked like, what it did, what it said, none of that exists anywhere!”

I covered my ears at the screeching sound she made as if feeling wronged.

Damn, deteriorating my precious ear health. Was she a spy for that eye-tentacle after all?!

“ARGH! Lower your voice, my ears hurt!!!”

KEEEEEEEEEK!!!

With my perfect handling of the situation, Severa was silenced.

She ended up in a state where, in her onahole form, she was tied with rope, hanging with her legs spread, dripping love juices. How humane and merciful a treatment for a spy who dared threaten my eardrum health!

I admired my own generosity as I took out the Nepenthes Onahole I had inadvertently created.

The long tube-like stalk didn’t give the impression of being cute like other onaholes that were somewhat deformed, but rather looked exactly like the stalk of a predatory vine that had just been cut off.

“Hmm… it feels just like a leaf.”

Carefully and seriously checking the texture of the onahole, I found it hadn’t changed from the original texture of the main body, unlike other onaholes.

However, digestive fluid flowed from inside, and when I rubbed the inner surface with my finger, it felt so smooth that there didn’t seem to be any friction, suggesting that insertion wouldn’t be a problem.

‘But should I use this?’

It wasn’t arousing in appearance like Severa or Kali, nor was it a new realm of experience like the slime. Would rubbing against plant leaves feel good?

Besides, looking at its shape, I could only hold it in my hand and shake it, so what was the difference from doing it by hand? I couldn’t help but have such philosophical concerns.

“Ah, then I just need to not hold it myself!”

I’m glad I did Brain Quest when I was young.

***

Slurp- Suck-

The sensation of flesh filling my mouth.

My tongue caresses the soft skin as it moves forward, tasting that sweet flavor until it meets a firm protrusion.

I slightly part my lips to suck in that protrusion, and as I bite around it, a subtle milky scent fills my mouth along with the plump flesh.

“…”

I had sucked on her breasts so meticulously that every part of Kali’s breasts was wet with my saliva.

Yet she showed no signs of discomfort, and instead, as if to signal her own excitement, her nipples, which were quite large and fitting for those enormous breasts, had hardened.

“Haah… what did you eat growing up that even with both hands, I can’t fully grasp them?”

I looked up at The Wanderer as I asked, but of course, there was no answer.

She simply supported my back with her arm, offering her breasts more comfortably for me to suck.

Thanks to that consideration, I could suck on her breasts like a nursing baby.

And in my other hand, I held the newly made Nepenthes Onahole, slowly letting the digestive fluid inside the tube flow onto my cock.

The so-called nursing handjob position.

This excellent position, which allows one to fully feel the motherly love of the partner, can be declared the perfect posture for using the Nepenthes Onahole!

“Let’s try using it now.”

“…”

Her face was expressionless as usual, revealing no emotion, but somehow I felt she was thinking, ‘You’re going to use that? When I’m here?’

Without saying anything to that, I took her breast in my mouth again and bit down hard enough to leave a mark.

Flinch-

Kali’s body shuddered at the sudden pain, and when I removed my mouth, my teeth marks were clearly visible along her areola, making it look as if I had bitten into a fruit.

“You’re mine anyway. Understand? Wouldn’t it be better to be obedient and receive affection?”

Lick.

As I licked her nipple with my tongue, she seemed to understand, slowly aligning the entrance of the tube with my glans.

The digestive fluid that had spilled so copiously that it pooled on my lower abdomen allowed my cock to enter that long, narrow tube without any resistance.

Guuuuck─ With no obstacle against the glans, it was inserted to the limit, with Kali’s hand pressing against my pubic bone.

‘What does this feel like?’

Cold and slippery. And I can feel a somewhat firm outer wall. Though not rigid, it feels like it might tear if I applied force.

With a sensation unlike flesh, I felt a chill run down my spine along with a small sense of perversion from inserting into something that wasn’t originally meant for insertion.

When I turned my head slightly to look at what was engulfing my cock, it was quite a grotesque sight.

‘This feels like I’m abandoning my humanity.’

Slowly, Kali’s hand began to move.

The body heat from her hand transmitted through the outer wall of the plant tube, pressing down on the corpora cavernosa of my cock as the Nepenthes slid up and down.

Splash- Splash- Splash-

In this room, warmed by the campfire with some humidity evaporated, I was in Kali’s comforting, motherly embrace.

Every time she rubbed the entrance with its slightly reddish stripes against my glans and inserted it again to the base, I could hear the sound of the abundantly flowing digestive fluid splashing.

It was comfortable. Rather than doing something erotic, it felt like I was preparing to fall asleep peacefully.

This feeling was enhanced by the excessive amount of digestive fluid from the Nepenthes, which made it so slippery that there was almost no stimulation.

Burrrrrr─

“Ah…”

Ejaculation came without any sensation of climax building.

Thick white fluid filled the tubular trap of the Nepenthes instead of digestive fluid.

[You have ejaculated forcefully inside the predatory vine.]

Feeling as if everything inside was being pushed out, I buried my face completely in Kali’s breasts while watching the semen flowing from the tube that had engulfed my cock.

Inhale- A faint scent of milk and sweat as I took a deep breath.

Somehow addictive, I closed my eyes as I inhaled that scent. I wanted to sleep like this.

Splash- Splash- Splash-

Once again, the sound of fluid splashing could be heard.