Chapter 75 – Floor 11. Perfect Reunion

What would it take to calm a nose that remembers the nauseating stench of blood and intestines that could twist one’s nostrils?

Time to forget? Facial cleansing to wash away the odor molecules filling the nose?

Whatever it might be, nothing could be more certain than this right now.

Overwhelming aroma.

Just opening the lid briefly was enough to instantly fill and dominate the space with a fragrant, rich scent of time that overwhelmed me.

What on earth is this?

Is this even possible?

Questions passed through my mind, but enchanted by the violent aroma that had devoured the space, I could only stand with my mouth open, watching Naud pour the alcohol into a glass.

I hadn’t drunk much brandy, so I wasn’t particularly knowledgeable, but I was certain that countless people would be willing to sell their homes for just one sip of this, no matter who they were.

Oak scent, followed by subtle vanilla and cinnamon, leading to a fragrant floral aroma.

Next came a heavy and soft base like hazelnuts and walnuts, followed by a refreshing and prickly touch of citrus like grapefruit.

Though the only ingredient used was grapes, the cascade of hundreds of diverse aromas made it impossible to take my eyes off the golden liquid with a reddish tint.

Gold.

I was reminded of the word gold from that glass of alcohol sloshing around.

“Here, this is Dwarven─ Brandy aged 108 years, in which my life has been dissolved.”

“…”

Gulp.

Why am I trembling so much as I receive the glass he’s handing me?

Barely calming my hands that were shaking like an alcoholic with tremors, I accepted the golden glass that Naud handed me.

Through the slightly cold touch of the metal, I could feel the weight of the liquid splashing against the walls of the glass.

As it got closer, I understood. Jasmine, iris, peach, plum, licorice, almond, pepper…

The hundreds of aromas hidden in the base scent pierced through my nose and into my mind.

“I-I’m drinking it..! Going to drink it! Really drinking it?!”

“Sigh… I wonder if this is an act that will ruin a person’s life.”

Provoked by those words, I didn’t hesitate any longer and put the golden glass to my lips, slowly tilting my head.

The moment the explosive aromatic liquid moistened my lips, invaded through the gaps, and fell onto my tongue…

Gulp.

***

“HIYAAAHHH!!!”

The idol modeled after the black witch that was spat out from inside the mimic instantly disappeared from the world, and her dress, which was already clinging to reveal her figure, stuck to her skin as if about to expose it, soaked with liquid similar to saliva.

But as if there was something even more unpleasant, she twisted her body while curling her fingers, looking very much like someone who had just suffered something terrible.

“N-n-never put me in such a hideous thing again! The sensation of endlessly licking my body… hiiiii…”

A hysterical reaction, as if she didn’t even want to imagine it.

But by now, there should have been a sneering voice teasing her, yet when no sound was heard, the black witch found it strange and straightened her vision.

Her sight, which had been shaking wildly in confusion, slowly steadied to reveal her master standing motionless in place.

The witch couldn’t help but worry about her master, who looked as if he had been ensorcelled.

“Yuhyun?”

Though he was a master who could hardly be called excellent—treating her roughly, not taking proper care of her, doing only what he wanted, and stuffing her into this sticky, unpleasant box—he was still the master walking the path of a hero in which she had placed her hopes.

The black witch slowly reached out to awaken her master’s mind.

As she approached, she unwittingly swallowed with a gulp- at the dark eyes that had fallen as deep as an abyss.

Slowly, the black witch’s hand, gloved in an evening glove, extended sliiiide─

Grab-

“Oh.”

“…Haah.”

The master’s hand seized her extended hand. The heat of life, seemingly blazing, was felt through the thin cloth.

And only now could she sense the violent collection of diverse aromas, dizzying in their variety, in his exhaled breath.

The black witch could recognize its identity from the faint smell of alcohol hidden among those ecstatic aromas.

“Alcohol?”

Looking at him now, his face was red, his pupils slightly shaking, his standing posture unstable, and his breathing uneven.

Judging from these reactions, her master was clearly intoxicated.

“I understand you’re not used to killing fellow humans, so I’ve been lenient, but even so, to drink to the point of intoxication in this dangerous place…”

Nagging born out of concern. If they were discovered by enemies in such a defenseless state, they would inevitably fall into a dangerous situation.

She had uttered these harsh words because she didn’t want him to die─

Flash.

“Eeh..?”

Before she knew it, he had turned around and grabbed the black witch’s leg, lifting it up, restraining her in a humiliating posture that helplessly exposed her lower body.

Naturally, according to her master’s taste, who had no intention of dressing her in underwear, the black witch’s smooth private parts were completely revealed.

“W-wait! What are you doing!”

She tried to resist, but the arms firmly wrapped around her legs showed no signs of loosening.

Unable to escape from this embarrassing position, the black witch could only cover her face and feel the wind blowing across her private parts as an urgent measure.

She thought she had gotten used to going without underwear, but the difference between having the barrier of a skirt and not having one was as vast as heaven and earth.

“Answer! Me!”

She tried screaming loudly, but all that came back was the sound of her master’s long breath as he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply.

She was terrified by that chilling high-pitched sound, but the firmly wrapped arms showed no signs of loosening, and she trembled at the feeling of restraint she hadn’t felt since becoming this form.

Slide-

Warm heat slowly penetrating that cool sense of openness.

Nudge-

Her fingers, which had been covering her face, were slightly moved aside at that undeniable presence, and the black witch’s gaze slowly descended.

The black witch swallowed again with a gulp- at the sight of it, appearing like a rising sun beyond the gently raised mound that stretched over the hill.

Each time the glans, swollen with excitement and intimidatingly throbbing, pulsed, the male organ struck the black witch’s crevice with a thump-thump- before descending again.

“Hih… let go… no…”

Drip-

The black witch, who had been trying to struggle with all her might, stopped her flailing body again.

Large chunks of the spiritual substance that constituted her fell to the floor like a waterfall due to her violent struggle, but the amount gradually decreased, just like her heart’s resistance.

‘Isn’t this my chance? If enemies appear, I could handle one or two myself…’

Having reached the thought that he wouldn’t be able to regain his senses even in a combat situation, the black witch, whose shame from just moments ago had disappeared somewhere, subtly moved her hips gently and rubbed the valley made of thick flesh against her master’s erected pillar.

Rub-rub – The wet spirit body and the heated flesh rubbed against each other, slowly raising sexual sensation.

‘Yes. If I miss this opportunity, I’d have to suffer alone for a long time until this pervert feels like it… it’s all his fault..!’

With this perfectly cold and rational judgment, she engaged in coquettish behavior, not realizing that her actions resembled those of the prostitutes she so despised. The black witch raised the corners of her mouth with a trembling smile and a pounding feeling.

‘Just a little… just doing it a little.’

Setting aside whether the perfect, cold, rational judgment made by her lust-soaked brain was normal or not.

Squelch- Squelch- Squelch-

“Hiiieee─♡ Hehih, hihigigi…!”

In an abandoned place where no one should remain, lewd sounds spread through the corridor as they walked along the rails where dust-covered mine carts once traveled.

The vulgar sound of wetly soaked flesh colliding regularly echoed, laying low like background music.

The high-pitched moans of a woman, as if singing to that sound, were so stickily melted that even a seventy-year-old man would raise his member at the timbre.

The main culprit creating such sounds inappropriate for the situation was…

“G-good♡ I-I shouldn’t make noise herree─ Hah, so goood♡”

A lustful woman’s face drenched in carnal desire, mismatched with the pale skin of the dead, far from the living.

Although she was wearing a dress, it was so thin that it was of no help in hiding the junction where she was connected with the male organ of the man restraining her from behind.

Rather, a hand pressing her head down as he deeply inserted himself, as if showing off.

Shoooosh─!!

The glans knocking on the cervix with pressure from above.

Due to an irresistible urge from the urethra below the erect clitoris, a stream of liquid shot in a parabolic arc to the floor with a squirt-.

Plod- Plod- Plod-

“I-I should stop nooow─ C-c-come to your senseees♡”

She frantically waved her hands, slapping the man’s forearms, but her master, who had buried his nose in her nape, showed no intention of stopping.

He simply moved slowly through the abandoned mine’s corridor as if to show her off to everyone, though no one was there.

The black witch, while regretting her foolishness, couldn’t help but feel ecstatic as the glans refreshingly scratched her vaginal walls, which had been itching for a long time.

“I’m sorryyyy─♡ It’s my fauuult♡”

Yet the witch’s coquettish resistance earnestly requested him to stop.

The more she did so, the more he pushed his hips up, penetrating her strongly and deeply.

Hiiiii─

Or perhaps she knew this and did it for that very reason.

Plod. Plod. Plod.

The witch’s drunken master walking through the extremely dangerous maze while connected to her, and the witch stretching her toes due to the climax running up her spine.

There was no trace of the prim and proper noble lady from her living days, just the vulgar face of a female lost in pleasure, but anyone would say she looked happy.

“Hiiiii…”

Squirt-

A stream shot towards the wall.

That fast-moving stream, which shattered and splashed, painted the wall and then drew a line down it, drip-.

‘Ah… so good…’

The witch, immersed in the afterglow of climax, rubbed her head deeply against her master’s chest, then looked around with dreamy eyes as her reason slowly returned.

‘N-now if I clean up and pretend nothing happened…’

She would be free from the long, long shackles of lust, and her master would know nothing!

She secretly praised herself for her perfectly flawless plan, but unfortunately, nothing in this world is perfect.

“Ah… ah, hello. Severa. It’s been a while…”

“Eh.”

A familiar face and eyes she had seen for decades.

The witch couldn’t utter a word as she met the eyes of a woman with a gentle gaze full of affection, different from when she was alive.

The ghost, Maria, an old friend of the witch’s with whom she had a strained relationship.

It was because she had made eye contact with her.

“Phew…”

Her master, who exhaled a hot breath mixed with the smell of alcohol on the witch’s nape, smiled brightly and greeted the ghost.

His harmless smile almost made her forget what he was doing.

“Hel-looo, isn’t our Severa-dochi- so pretty?”

“Eh?”

Smooch- Smooch-

Both the witch and her ghost friend couldn’t help but be bewildered by the man who restrained her by hooking his arms under her knees and grabbing her head, while repeatedly planting kisses on the witch’s cheeks as if she were cute.

Schlorp─

But her master paid no attention to such reactions and lifted the witch, pulling out the male organ that had been inserted.

Along with the sound of scraping sticky vaginal walls, white fluid flowed out from between her crevice.

Seeing this, the ghost slightly covered her mouth with her hand.

“Our Severa-dochi… reaally likesh anal-”

Whether he was playing a prank or truly drunk, her master, speaking in a slurred manner, revealed information she really didn’t want known, then used the momentum from holding her knees to pull up the witch’s buttocks.

As a result, those round buttocks were even more voluminously displayed, and naturally, his still-not-softened male organ was positioned at the fluttering wrinkles below her female organ.

Thrust.

“Hock-”

Afterwards, it was quiet.

Clank! Clank!

Only the box following beside them, unaware of human feelings, made clanking sounds, as if suggesting they continue their walk.