Chapter 71 – Floor 11. Hehe, You Got Tricked

Thud.

[You have obtained a Mimic Onahole.]

Since a mimic itself isn’t particularly strong unless it deals unexpected powerful damage when you’re caught off guard, I was able to subdue it comfortably and turn it into an onahole.

Like the others, the mimic-turned-onahole had shrunk considerably in size—what had been a 2-3 section cabinet was now reduced to the size of a duffle bag you could carry on your shoulder, and if it had a strap, it would truly be wearable.

“Let’s see…”

Of course, what I wanted to experiment with wasn’t whether a mimic could become an onahole, but something more advanced.

Thinking of Severa and Kali, when an onahole wears items, those items shrink to match the onahole’s size when it returns to onahole form, making them easy to carry.

If not for that, I would have had to strip Severa and Kali completely to carry them around.

Essentially, onaholes can serve as equipment carriers in emergencies, and if items placed inside a box-shaped mimic also shrink, I could somewhat escape from the pressure of limited capacity.

‘Plus, I’m curious if an onahole can become even smaller.’

Equipment is the category of items that takes up the most capacity.

If the equipment worn by onaholes could be compressed twice, then the mimic would become an even more necessary filial son or daughter—anyway, a treasure chest I’d want to kiss.

Clank-

Since its outer shell was still that of a wooden chest, it scraped the stone floor of the abandoned mine with a clattering sound when moved.

『Mimic Onahole』Fuel: 0/99

【Summons a Mimic when used】

【It was once an amorphous monster that mimicked the appearance of a treasure chest, hiding silently before pouncing on explorers who couldn’t resist their greed, but now it’s just a peculiar toy.】

‘It’s quite heavy.’

Well, Severa was relatively light to begin with, being composed of ectoplasm. Kali and Alraune, who had weights similar to normal humans, and the Slime, whose mass increased after reaching level 24, were extremely heavy.

Of course, with my physical abilities far exceeding those of an ordinary person, I could forcibly carry them if needed, but it would be absolutely impossible for long-term dungeon exploration.

However, as they became onaholes and shrank in size, or even more than that.

As if to reduce the burden of carrying them, their weight decreased, making the four onaholes and their equipment combined weigh around 20kg.

But this mimic, even after becoming an onahole, seemed to weigh about half of that alone.

“Why does it require so much fuel?”

Even the newly evolved Slime through the evolution ritual stopped at 30, but this has a maximum Fuel of 99?

Is it because it can’t be used for combat, so they’re being generous?

Since all I could do was let my imagination run wild about what it meant, I decided to ignore it for now. The higher the maximum, the better—nothing wrong with that.

I bent my knees to squat and examined the mimic from various angles.

It truly looked like an ordinary wooden chest, except that it was well-finished—a dusty, aged-looking box.

But…

Creeak-

Looking into the abnormally large keyhole, unimaginable in modern locks, I applied force to lift the lid, and slowly the flesh of the mimic hidden inside revealed itself.

The elastic flesh filling the inside of the box occasionally squirmed.

It was quite a grotesque sight, but I had already seen it when it pounced, and I hadn’t exactly seen only pleasant things anyway.

“But can I put something in it like this?”

I poked it with my finger, and the membrane undulated greatly before being pushed inward.

Curious about how far it would go, I pressed with my palm and found that although the membrane seemed to descend almost to the bottom of the box and was filled with flesh, its structure wouldn’t be a problem for storage.

Thud.

“Hmm… Severa.”

“Haaah…”

Slowly her eyelids lifted, revealing blood-red eyes and cold silver hair like moonlit silk, pale white skin that felt no warmth, contrasting with the ink-black witch-like dress and wide-brimmed pointed hat.

“Why did you call me? There aren’t even any enemies.”

“Do I have to call you only when fighting? Actually, I already know you’ve been expecting me to call you.”

I firmly grabbed Severa’s buttocks.

Feeling the sensation of ectoplasm pouring like flowing sand grains, I could feel Severa’s firm buttock flesh pushing between my fingers.

“Ngh, you pervert…”

If it were like before, she would have climaxed and made a fuss, but perhaps she had gotten used to it, as she merely looked at me with half-lidded eyes without losing her noble lady demeanor.

Of course, what was melting stickily in that gaze wasn’t hidden at all, but let’s pretend not to notice.

Squeeze-

I slowly applied force to my grip and spread her buttocks.

Following the movement of my hands, short skirt hems rolled up, revealing a gleaming light beyond.

“What if I am a pervert? What are you going to do about it? You serve that pervert as your master, understand?”

“Hyuk, hah..! You used to show… a bit of heroic demeanor♡”

As I began to knead, like before, she slowly exhaled sweet sighs, and transparent liquid gradually flowed down her thighs.

It seemed that allowing her to climax to some extent in reality had only temporarily calmed her heat. The utterly hopeless premature ejaculation treatment seemed to be far from successful.

But that sight was so erotic that my lower body rose with a bulge-.

“Ah…”

Of course, even though I let her climax, I never directly inserted my cock—I merely allowed her to masturbate once in a while, taking time to manage her ejaculation.

Severa, whose body had instantly heated up, was staring intently at the rising bulge in my pants with eyes full of hope and expectation.

“What are you looking at?”

“I-I’m not looking at anything…”

Flinch. Severa’s shoulders trembled, and as if her reason had returned, she gently turned her head away.

But her weak, crawling voice revealed her embarrassment.

‘Is she really doing all this because she doesn’t want to say she wants to have sex?’

Honestly, I thought it was respectable at this point. With a body that gets wet and ready at the slightest touch, on the verge of climaxing, she still refused to say she wanted to be penetrated because of her pride.

Pretending not to be interested but squirming at the slightest hint of being touched—I wanted to ask if she thought she was a cat.

‘Or is it that she doesn’t want to admit she can climax from her ass?’

Whatever it was, I could tell Severa’s stubbornness was not ordinary.

Squish-

“Why are you suddenly quiet… Ah? Aaah? Oh… ack!”

Pop-!

As I pulled out the plug that had been inserted for a long time to relax her muscles, the flesh came along with it, and with a cheerful sound like something from a puzzle game, the smooth, wet stainless steel plug rod came out.

Lightly climaxing, Severa grabbed my arm and sprayed a jet toward the floor.

The anal hole from which the plug had been removed repeatedly contracted and relaxed, trying to return to closed petals, but it seemed difficult for the hole that had been widened over time to return to its original state.

“Ahh… Pulling it out suddenly without saying anything… What are you doing…!”

“Should I put it back in then?”

“T-that’s not what I meant…”

When I brought the plug back to her fluttering hole, Severa tightly hugged my arm, and I snorted and put the plug down.

Severa sighed in relief.

With her skirt rolled up, her buttocks and thighs glistening in the torchlight were nakedly exposed, and liquid flowed down them. In her awkward posture, leaning against me, she no longer looked like a noble lady or a fearsome black witch—one could believe she was a prostitute selling her body.

Looking down at such a Severa, I took out my fully erect cock.

The air, cooled by Severa, touched my cock heated by blood, making it twitch involuntarily.

Gulp- Even though she didn’t need to swallow, Severa’s adam’s apple moved audibly as her gaze fixed on my cock. She was staring like a cat eyeing its prey, but unable to suppress her presence, her sticky breaths repeatedly wrapped around the glans: Haa- Haa-

“Want to suck it?”

“Who would want this! O-of course, i-if you asked me to lick it… I wouldn’t mind doing it…”

She shrieked and then, fearing she might take back her words, corrected herself in a crawling voice, and I patted her crown gently, finding her adorable.

Despite being a ghost, her face turned bright red, and I could see she wanted to run away but also wanted to suck, not knowing what to do.

She doesn’t want sex but is okay with fellatio.

Of course, there’s a difference in intensity, but during fellatio, I had ordered her to be allowed to masturbate, so it made sense.

If this was the only way to suppress her overflowing sexual desire, the hurdle would be significantly lowered due to her defense mechanisms.

“I-I’ll do it. I’ll do it… so stop looking at me like that…”

As if she had finally made up her mind, Severa’s face slowly descended.

But I had no particular intention of receiving fellatio from Severa right now.

“Yap.”

“Why are you suddenly placing me on the box? D-do you not want to use my mouth?”

As I made Severa lie down on the mimic, I could see both her crevice, which had remained prettily closed since we hadn’t touched it since Floor 4, and in contrast, the hole that had been slowly widened by being thoroughly tormented until now, both moist and ready to receive my cock.

I silently approached, holding my erect cock.

By that point, Severa had stopped chattering and raised her buttocks even higher, adjusting her posture to make insertion easier.

Thump- Thump- I had the illusion of hearing heartbeats that couldn’t possibly be heard.

As if wondering whether I was going to use the vagina I had already used, or the anal that I had been tormenting and developing constantly, a small stream of liquid shot out again, wetting the floor again, as if she had climaxed a little just from the curiosity.

“I’m going to insert it. Stay still.”

“…Okay.”

And I immediately pushed my hips forward.

Schlorp─

My cock forcibly pushing through a narrow passage.

The shaft was painfully compressed, and the soft, firm meat tissues waiting inside clung to it as if they had been waiting.

On Severa’s face, full of expectation…

“..?”

Severa’s face was just blinking her eyes as if wondering what was happening.

“GAAAAHHHH!!! Y-you fucking bitch! This keyhole is so fucking tight!”

[The Mimic Onahole has accepted the male organ.]

Even I couldn’t get it up just looking at a box.

Thank you! Severa-dochi!