## Chapter 338 – Dungeons and Adventurers (5)
“Aahhng…!! Cl-Clothes… Ungh…♡
M-My head… is going blank…!!
No… no more… Unghiit…!!”
A fervent moan echoed from within the den.
The fact that it sounded somewhat muffled was perhaps only natural.
A female, missing limbs from the elbows and knees, crawling on the floor with only short, stubby arms and legs remaining.
“Uht… U-Unghiit…
Hnghat… Ah… Aahng…♡”
Laratina, having reached her 200th climax today, was burying her face into the floor of the den, relentlessly emitting a hoarse moan.
Her appearance, no different from livestock, served as an excellent cautionary tale, showcasing the end of an impudent female who dared to defy Vivian.
Despite the cool temperature of the underground, her entire body was drenched in sweat.
Today, too, she was tucked away in a corner of the dungeon’s fourth basement level, fulfilling her duty as a cum dumpster.
“……”
However, watching her brought about a separate problem.
A girl, now boldly entering the prison cell and quietly squatting down, silently watched Laratina, who was being penetrated and reaching climax, as if she were an interesting spectacle.
“Cl-Clothes…!! Oohk…!! If you… push it in… it won’t do, aatt…♡
Hic…!! Ahit!! I’m… I’m gonna cum…♡”
Greta, as always, wore an indifferent expression as she spent her time quietly observing Laratina’s body, which was functioning as a female.
It seemed she had come to some sort of agreement with herself.
After learning her identity—whether she was a dragon or a saur—the other members of the den tended to avoid encountering Greta.
As a result, Greta had been completely banished from the third-floor work area, a sacred(?) place where females offered their bodies to Enic, especially since stability of mind and body was required.
The only places she could go were the first basement level, the kindergarten for the beastkin children, or the second basement level, which was also her living space.
Perhaps refusing to be ordinary, she couldn’t go to the third floor, so she seemed to have chosen to go to the prison level, a place where she could satisfy her rampant curiosity.
Watching Laratina’s mind transform in real-time from faint hope to rage-filled madness, to utter despair, and then to self-abandoning pleasure.
Greta simply watched Laratina’s appearance quietly.
Occasionally, when curiosity struck, she would gently reach out and shake the tentacle that was penetrating Laratina’s vagina, or gently pinch Laratina’s soft nipples.
Each time, seeing Laratina writhe in pleasure and pain, Greta would release her hand with an intrigued look and continue to watch the endless tentacle intercourse.
‘Is she just… unique?
Isn’t she too young to be interested in this kind of thing…?’
Since Greta’s appearance had made the atmosphere inside the den a bit strange, my eyes were naturally drawn to her in many ways.
According to Vivian, this little girl was a higher-species monster called a dragon.
How could I see this little child, who looked like a beastkin girl at best, as a monster?
‘She might be cute… Uh-oh… Get a grip…!!
I sense… Podolski’s presence somewhere…!!’
In Rea’s case, I could feel a sense of intimidation and danger from beginning to end, and she clearly showed her appearance as an Arachnella, so it was natural to be wary.
But this little brat was said to be dangerous, but on the surface, she couldn’t be more harmless.
Aside from the fact that her eyes were a bit long for a child, giving her a seductive look, her actions were no different from those of a quiet little kid.
‘Except for occasionally doing things she’s not supposed to…
She listens well, she’s docile, and her waddling around is cute…
Anyway… is she really that dangerous…?’
But of course, if she was said to be dangerous, she was dangerous.
Back when I was secretly monitoring Greta with a kernel worm, she discovered the kernel worm as if she could see through the ground, and she pierced through solid marble with her bare hands.
Amidst all that, seeing her disappear unnoticed and then be found in the prison cell, I couldn’t think of her as an ordinary beastkin child.
I couldn’t let my guard down around her, so I decided to try a conciliatory tactic: letting Greta do what she wanted to do.
“Ohtoht…!! Ah!! Iit!! Ohooooook!!”
Greta, whose eyes couldn’t be more indifferent, was tormenting Laratina as if she had found an interesting toy.
When she gently grabbed the tentacle and pushed it into her vagina, Laratina, writhing in agony from the pressure, twisted her shortened limbs and cried out almost tearfully.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should stop her, feeling a strange sense of depravity as if I were glimpsing a fragment of a child’s pure evil, but I decided to leave her alone for now.
‘No matter how I think about it, I don’t understand…
Why did she come to a place where humans live…?’
It wasn’t as if I had no idea.
According to the story Vivian told me, Greta seemed to be somewhat related to the founding myth of Groden.
The first mage and the first queen of Groden, named ‘Saint Flansina,’ who was also cited as the name of the academy.
Seeing that there was a rumor that she left behind human descendants and took with her an egg that appeared to be from a dragon, I could understand the relationship between the two, at least in general terms.
That meant that her appearance had a purpose, and that she had come to this place to achieve that purpose.
‘The problem is this… what is that purpose?
And what if she’s hostile to me or to humans…?
Vivian said she doesn’t seem to like humans…’
Just because she was quiet now didn’t mean she would be quiet later.
Especially as time went on, the danger would only increase.
She was a dragon, even if she was a child.
The more time I gave her, the more she would learn, and if she learned the weaknesses of humans and my weaknesses.
It would be like giving a sufficiently dangerous enemy even more information to strangle us with.
‘If it’s the early days of the Groden Kingdom, then a lot of time has passed…
So no matter how I think about it, she can’t be the person who came out of the egg…
That means she has a separate mother…’
Generally, parenting is the responsibility of the parents.
If I thought that her dislike of humans was also the influence of her upbringing, I could guess the reason to some extent.
Even as she was showing interest(?) in humans like this, Greta’s mind was still darker than the depths of the ocean.
‘Uh-oh… that’s not allowed…!!’
Laratina, making a silly face and rolling her eyes and belly like a happy puppy.
Seeing Greta about to gently bring her small lips to Laratina’s face, I hurriedly grabbed Greta with a tentacle and pulled her away from Laratina.
It was said to be physical contact stemming from curiosity, but I thought it was too early for a child to be doing this kind of thing.
“……”
Then, Greta, having been disturbed in her attempt to satisfy her curiosity, looked at me with a dissatisfied expression and instead hugged the tentacle that was holding her as if it were a teddy bear.
But saying she was hugging it like a teddy bear was one thing; with Greta’s strength, it was practically a chokehold.
I quickly pulled the tentacle out of her arms like a snake with slippery mucus, and then retreated again to observe her.
At that moment.
“Give…”
Greta’s first words in days.
She was still looking back and forth between the tentacle that was going in and out of Laratina’s vagina and the tentacle that was looking down at her from the air, and the one word she clearly uttered made my mind muddled in many ways.
.
.
.
“Uht… Uueeum……”
The possessor of a healthy body that would attract the attention of many men.
A woman whose very existence was patriotic and unknowingly contributed to the extension of male lifespans, but who, due to a past mistake, was destined to live her life as a sex toy, was waking up from sleep with a clear mind for the first time in a long time.
“Ah… my head… Keueu…”
A clear mind regained after being soaked in constant pleasure.
It is often said that the more pleasure you seek, the more dulled you become and the more addicted you become to seeking stronger pleasure, but that was only partly true.
Because of the difference between moments without pleasure and moments with pleasure, there were times when humans who had been soaked in pleasure had no choice but to seek pleasure, even if they didn’t want to.
She grabbed her head, which was throbbing as if it would break at any moment from being too soaked in dopamine, and rolled around on the floor for a while.
Laratina realized that her limbs, which had been cut off to her knees and elbows, leaving her with legs and arms as short as a dog’s, had returned to normal, and she clenched and unclenched her hands and gently curled her toes as if to confirm it.
Realizing that her voluptuous body was covered in tight, smooth Nemea, reminiscent of the other women in the den, she quickly realized that it was a shackle placed on her and began to grab her head.
“Ugh… Eukheueut…… Ah… Aat……”
Of course, it was better than having her limbs cut off and being treated shamefully like a dog, but at this rate, her head would break first.
Laratina instinctively searched for something that could alleviate this pain, and thrashed her body around.
“Wh-What… is… this……
Little… brat… get lost…”
In the midst of all this, she turned her head to check something that had touched her fingertips, and then pushed away the being that appeared to be a beastkin girl.
Laratina, seeing the girl who had been pushed by her and had fallen on her butt looking at her without a single scream, looked at the girl up and down with a look of surprise.
“Damn it… Aeuugh…
I… I need that……
I hate to admit it…
But I have no choice right now…”
That was only for a moment. In the end, Laratina, who was starting to look for a tentacle that would make her forget the pain with pleasure, got up with a difficult groan, propped herself up on the floor with her hands, and leaned against the wooden bars.
But all she could do in the wooden bars that blocked her on all sides was to shake the bars, tap them with her fists, and draw meaningless aggro.
“Where… is it…!? Heut… Are you… kidding me…?
You’ve been eating me out all this time…!!
Did you just… not need me anymore…!?
Come here quickly… and eat me out more…!! Aeuut…”
But as always, there was no response from the tentacle that had been violating her, and she got annoyed, grabbed her head, and sat down on the floor.
Laratina felt a gaze focused on her and slightly raised her eyes to look at the source.
“What… are you staring at…… you rotten bitch…
You think… I won’t remember…?”
Perhaps she was reminded of the indifferent gaze of the girl who had helped to torment her along with the tentacle, watching her moan and writhe in pleasure as if she were looking down at a bug.
Laratina, who was still unable to take her eyes off the girl, staggered up and approached her.
Even if she grabbed her by the collar, the girl would just stare at her.
Seeing the girl’s lack of reaction, Laratina pushed the girl away in a dispirited mood and leaned against the bars again.
“You son of a bitch!! I said, stick it in me quickly…!!
Is it okay for you to have fun by yourself…!?
If you made me like this, you have to take responsibility!!
Cee… open this at least……!!”
Laratina, who had been hitting the innocent wooden bars, looked at the wooden bars that firmly blocked her way, made a sullen expression, and began to get annoyed.
In the end, she leaned her body against the bars because she was horny, and began to enjoy the meager pleasure that was like a moment of rain, although it now felt unsightly, by rubbing her Nemea-covered crotch against the long wooden bars.
The fact that the vagina was not directly stimulated because the Nemea was also holding up was also one of the factors that made her feel frustrated.
“Haa… Aeu… Aat…
Where did you get… this squishy thing… Heuht…!!”
At that moment, Laratina turned her head at the rustling sound coming from next to her.
Laratina, who was quick-witted, stood up from her seat as she looked at the girl standing in front of the bars and the bars that had been opened with space between them as if to avoid the girl.
This was like an opportunity given by heaven.
She realized that the girl was not someone who had been captured with her, but that she was a being who had the qualifications to open the way.
Laratina, who had stopped wriggling her waist to rub her mound against the bars, quickly followed the girl out of the bars, looked down at the girl standing next to her, narrowed her eyes, and gently grabbed the girl’s hand.
“Look at that…? You’re cuter than I thought……?
You’re going to come with me for a while…?”
The fourth basement level of the prison cell had nothing in particular.
Laratina, who had never been anywhere else, was filled with the thought of making the girl her guide and taking her hostage.
‘You think I’m going to end like this……?
Me, Laratina……?’
While thinking of the tentacle that would cool her hot lower abdomen, she enjoyed the freedom she was experiencing for the first time since coming to the den.
‘That arrogant bitch… let’s put out the fire first…
I’ll sell all my money and buy a man, and I’ll definitely…
I’ll make her pay me back several times over and ruin her…’
It had only been a short while since she had been struggling with Vivian’s clitoral torture, telling her to sell all her remaining slush fund.
The tenacious Laratina, recalling the slush fund that was still left outside, was walking slowly through the den with a happy expression, holding the girl’s hand tightly.
