Alright, once time returns, I’ll grab the sword. Her armor is strong, and I’ll have to get under it. I don’t want to kill her, but I might not have a choice. I pump myself up as I prepare to go back to reality.
“Alright, Christal, let’s go back,” I say through gritted teeth.
I return to the world, and just as planned, I instantly grab the sword lying next to me. I jump to my feet and lunge towards the adventurer. She doesn’t seem to notice me.
But it’s too late. “Stop!” I scream, shocking the adventurer, but her sword doesn’t stop as her strike cuts cleanly through Brigit’s shoulder and down to her crotch. She falls away in two pieces, eyes wide as she looks at me.
I stab under the armor up through her waist towards her heart. The sword slides all the way in, and my hands are covered with blood. “Cough, gag,” I try to hold down the bile building in my throat.
“ahhhggg!” The adventurer yells. She reaches for a bottle on her belt. I don’t know what it’s for, but it can’t be good.
I grab her arm to keep her from drinking it. She flails her arm, throwing my body around. “Slimes! Stop her from drinking the potion no matter what!” I loudly command.
The slimes jump over her. The adventure clenches her muscles and pulls me with the potion towards her face. A slime explodes as she swings her sword violently.
I grab the bottle and try to keep it sealed, but nothing seems to work. She pops the seal and lifts it to her mouth. A slime jumps on her head and covers it. The adventurer scrapes and thrashes desperately, ripping chunks off the slime.
Slowly, her strength gives out, and her body slumps to the floor. The potion crashes to the floor, splashing across the ground. I gasp for breath as I scramble on my hands and knees over to Brigit.
“Brigit! I’m sorry,” I say in a panic, not knowing what to do.
Brigit’s raspy voice coughs out, “I didn’t want to make you cry.”
“No! What have I done? This stupid dungeon!” I rage with tears flowing down my face.
“I chose this. I’m glad you’re alright,” Brigit says with a smile. Her shallow breathing stops. I hug her broken body and cry, Brigit’s blood seeping into my clothes.
“Hng cough gag,” I vomit to the side, making sure not to get it on Brigit.
“ARRRRGGGG!” I scream as my vision turns red. “Fuck! Everything, this dungeon. DAMNIT!” As my anger rages, my heart beats rapidly, and my blood seems to burn. It begins to look like the world is cracking as red lines cover the walls.
I hear Christal yell, but it sounds like she is far away, “Mistress!”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” I scream to the point that it hurts. I can’t tell if I’m shaking in anger or if there is an earthquake. My mind goes blank in despair.
Suddenly, my vision goes black, and a warm embrace encompasses me. A relaxing smell fills my nostrils. I sink in between two warm mounds.
“It’s alright, my little girl. Mommy is here,” Mom consoles me with a quiet voice.
“Mom?” I grasp desperately onto Mom. “I killed Brigit. It’s my fault.”
Mom caresses my back and gently coaxes me, “Everything will be alright.”
“Sniff, how will it be alright? Brigit died,” I cry.
Mom explains, “She’s a retainer in the dungeon system, remember?”
“That’s right! I can. Christal always says killing is better. I will kill them all!” I say through clenched teeth and furrowed brow.
“Honey, didn’t you just learn not to jump to conclusions?”
I angrily lash out, “Mom, Brigit is dead!”
“I understand. Let’s check how many points are needed,” Mom coos.
I wipe my eyes and pull away from Mom. “Alright,” I say.
I check the system. I quickly navigate to Brigit and see a button that states revive…. “How can it be so much?” I say in despair.
55,000 points…. I can barely get a few thousand. It seems I really do have to steel my heart and massacre. I clench my fists.
“You’re hurting yourself,” Mom says. I notice my fingernails digging into my hand. Mom advises, “Perhaps you should look at your points first.”
I don’t see the point. It was near 1k this morning. 58,147 points… “how?” I murmur. “Is killing worth this much!?” I exclaim in surprise, looking at Christal.
My eyes fall on Saphire behind Christal. My mind forgets what we were talking about, and I run over to her. “Saphire, are you alright?” I say, gently touching the poor goblina. As I lean over her, I see Blue lying under her shoulder.
“Blue!” I pull her out from under Saphire.
“Mom?” Blue mutters, her eyes flickering.
“I’m, I’m here,” tears streaming down my face again. “How do you feel?”
“Sore, but I think I’m alright,” Blue says dispirited.
I look over at Mom, “Mom. What should I do?”
Mom’s calm smile makes me relax. “Blue is just bruised. Saphire has some broken bones, but she’ll live,” Mom observes.
“Thank goodness,” I sigh. I then turn back to Christal, preparing to question her more, but what’s the point? I need to save Brigit. I select revive.
A bright light shines from my dildo chair. Well, the dildo is the crystal, so I suppose it’s not a surprise. The light flickers and builds Brigit from the head down like a 3d printer. When finished, a nude Brigit falls onto the dildo crystal.
“Ahhn~” Brigit yelps by the sudden fucking.
I jump into Brigit’s arms. “Sister! Thank god!”
Brigit hugs me tightly, “Sorry for worrying you.”
“No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry,” I kiss Brigit. “Mmm, muah,” our tongues intertwine while Brigit bounces onto the dildo.
“Fuck! I’m going to keep helping ah~, so stop apologiiiiizzzziiinnggg~” Brigit orgasms. “Cumming while making out with my little sister is the perfect way to come back to life,” Brigit laughs.
This is a dungeon that adventurers will enter after all and for all of them to be nymphos would be strange.
Yes it would unless there are certain mind-altering plant that could be planted long the entrance tunnel.
Honestly she's done a sh*t job of creating a s*x dungeon. There should be acidic fog that eats clothing and armour, pheromes from minions, plants that release aphrodisiacs in mists, spores, and darts, doors that won't open until a person cums from a dildo protruding from the floor, psychic manipulations, there are so many things that she could do all rammping up the further someone gets into the dungeon that by the time someone made it to her throne room they should be a s*x crazed mess that can't even consider fighting. So far she has slimes that eat cum. That's literally her only sexual offensive measure she's come up with and now apparently she's going to have to resort to killing because there's just no way to stop someone in a s*x dungeon?
Thanks for reading this far and for all the comments!
I personally am tired of overly skilled mcs that seem to have read the script. For some or perhaps many I lean to hard the other way. I also made the point system pretty harsh which sometimes I regret due to it slowing down the dungeon progress.
Over all this arc is about Hedone stumbling and making mistakes learning and building her support group. I consider this the climax of this arc. From here she will begin to move towards being an intermediate dungeon mistress.
I hope you continue reading and enjoyed the story to some extent. But if not thanks for reading this far!
well, shes litigated into virtual impotence by the system, and a horny generally moral jock (and even her incestuousness can really just be attributed to the fact that she wants to recombine with her missing pieces.). Further the system is optimized for violence rather then repeat customers, since even the top end of low level adventurers award, and low level adventure bosses cost to resurrect, 55k.
like how did the church miss that a Succubus STOPPED f*cking the nuns in that initial report. Hell how many dungeons have they encountered where starving, malnourished serfs can wander into, get raped, and then get a 20 ounce bottle of Super Polymorphic Unleashing Gel that doubles as an omniversal cooking spice as loot with no physiological harm inflicted? Ya it reads as a trap, but it seems that someone besides Approdyte and Justina is intentionally trying to kill Dike's daughters.
I would be right to assume that it was Dike who healed Hedone's fracture when she entered the tutorial and that she was observing everything in hiding from the beginning while avoiding intervening until she was almost at the point of no return for her daughters to gain real combat experience and murder?
What exactly did this solo adventurer hope to gain from attacking a s*x dungeon even if she won?
After all, it's not like the monster bodies in this dungeon have valuable materials and if I remember correctly the church in this world abhors and slanders dungeons, so I doubt she wanted to become the new dungeon mistress, right?
TFTC
I won't comment on specifics so you guys can enjoy speculating. My dream is to someday have a novel interesting enough for people to do lore dives and speculate. But there will be a discussion on the adventurer's motives in the next chapter.
Thanks for reading and participating as always Gin! Those new members of the dungeon we talked about on discord will be arriving in the next handful of chapters!