Male asuras generally had multiple faces and arms, but Vilchana’s lone face rested on narrow shoulders. Walking through the settlement, lukewarm glances were cast his way.

“Wow, what a shame. He only has one face.”

“His narrow field of vision must cause him problems.”

“It must be so inconvenient not being able to sing in harmony with himself…”

“Don’t give up! We’re here for you!”

Feeling annoyed by these good-natured yet pushy sentiments, Vilchana made up his mind.

“I will surpass these multi-faced asuras and force them to surrender through brute force.”

Vilchana chose the path of the sword over magic. He wanted to assert that having multiple faces was worthless before overwhelming swordsmanship. He proceeded to throw himself at death in order to hone his blade.

At first, he used six swords at once but gradually optimized down to three. However, his mind eventually became the most refined. A blade drawn in anger is violent and strong like a tempest, but it cannot slice through a leaf fluttering through the air.

The most important aspect of strength is tranquility, like the surface of calm waters. Once Vilchana realized this, he was freed from rebellious intentions and anger. He did not let others bother him, regardless of whether their annoyances were singular in nature or multifaceted.

He only desired one thing: further mastery of his sword.

Vilchana’s three blades flashed deep in the mountain recesses. Hordes of monsters that had gathered to hunt for prey were repeatedly cast into a brutal bloodbath. There was no end in sight to the maelstrom of blood caused by Vilchana’s sword. The Buddha-faced, six-armed asura was on a warpath, and no one could stop him.

“Even against multiple foes, the three-blade swordsman was tough as nails.”

Bringing up the rear, Stunk was impressed as he mowed down the remaining monsters. Zel rained down perfectly accurate arrows on others that were hiding in the bushes.

“It’s pretty impressive that you took him down, Stunk.”

“A one-on-one battle is all about luck and timing.”

Stunk and Vilchana were nearly on par in terms of sheer ability. Beyond that, the time and place determined the outcome. After ten duels, they had five wins and five losses apiece.

“If you’re gonna force me to say it, I’ll say it. My cock definitely helped me win. Men rely on their members, after all.”

“Yeah, no arguments there.”

“I can’t believe you guys are just wrecking these monsters while talking about your dicks. It’s unnecessary, but impressive.”

Crim was floating in the air behind their three companions.

The horde of monsters was absurdly copious in number. A villager at the base of the mountain told them they should refrain from taking any shortcuts due to the danger. They said the young angel looked particularly frail.

Crim had lost their true powers as soon as their halo broke, so it was certainly true that they were frail. In some cases, their fragility was even burdensome. However, given the sheer skill of the other three members, the group could compensate for this burden with ease.

“My cock during that duel was even greater than Crim’s! I’ll never forget you, Super Deluxe Stunk Sword.”

“Ever since we hit the magical-lube joint, you’ve been bordering on disgustingly sentimental.”

Compared with Zel, Stunk, and their excess of pointless banter, Vilchana, the vanguard, was maintaining silence. His sharp exhalation and flurry of sword strikes tore through the air sharply as he continued to mow through the monsters.

At this point, the voice he was using was a mere whisper that only he could hear.

“It rings true! This is the only true path worth pursuing.”

Remaining utterly ignorant of the man seeking his way, the hedonists bringing up the rear started to ramp up the vulgar talk even more.

“We haven’t had a good play sesh in a while… My junk is sad as sad can be…”

“That’s not the issue at hand. The day that Meidri finds her golem doppelgänger, we are all going to die.”

“Come on now, even Meidri wouldn’t… Well, I guess if she was really upset…”

Crim shuddered in fear.

“I guess I still don’t really understand, but…why are those two headed for Ye Pubbe anyway?”

Stunk slayed a monster stomping toward him as he spoke.

“Supposedly to meet Gara’s doppelgänger, but to what end? How did they even find out about Meidri to begin with?”

Of course, the clairvoyant eye of the gazer was not guaranteed to speak the absolute truth. The crew was only depending on it because they didn’t have any other leads.

“Oh yeah, that. It’s a hunch, but…it’s probably thanks to Crim?”

“Huh, me? Zel, did I do something wrong…?”

“At Love Bringer, when we saw Gara, you unconsciously said Meidri’s name, right? Like it was obvious you’d mistaken Gara for her.”

“Ohh…come to think of it, yes.”

“If Gara assumed there was a girl who looked like her from what you said and then further guessed she was modeled after Meidri, she might have just been able to figure it out.”

As Zel spoke, he let loose two consecutive arrows that ripped into two monsters’ throats.

Stunk offered up another question, saying, “Hold up, hold up—if she figured it out, why would she want to meet her model?”

“…Maybe she was just questioning life,” said Crim as they watched Stunk become wreathed in a vortex of blood.

“But you know, Gara’s core is different from a regular golem’s, right?”

“Yeah, because her body, which was made of inorganic matter, was able to mutate and take on a different form. Apparently, Pyugmarie made the core, so it’s definitely going to be some unsuspected malfunction.”

“That’s exactly right, Zel. That anxious feeling of her body changing again because of a malfunction… The sensation of losing one’s self… She’s probably totally unable to contain herself, and I’m sure she wants to find out exactly where she came from, right?”

The angel’s voice was tinged with sympathy as they spoke. Stunk nodded, clearly understanding.

“I think I get what you’re saying, but is it really on par with losing your virginity?”

“I lost my virginity after I fell from Heaven! I had no idea what was happening to me, and I wanted to cry every night. Do you not realize that?”

“But that was a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, right? You were chomping at the bit, imagining what other pleasurable acts you could take part in. Right, Zel?”

“Yeah, but, Crim—your naïveté has all but disappeared. Lately, you’ve gotten used to almost any normal succu-joint, right?”

“No, I still get nervous every time! Are you trying to put words in my mouth?!”

Stunk thought Crim, the angel who fell from Heaven in an impressive manner, was charming in this moment, but he intentionally stiffened his expression.

“No matter what is on Gara’s mind, we cannot let her meet Meidri face-to-face. If their seeing each other goes awry, we might all get our cocks ripped off like celery stalks.”

In that instant, a massive geyser of blood erupted in the vanguard. Vilchana quickly retreated, a ghastly look on his face.

“Is there an establishment that will threaten to break off your penis? How terrifying.”

“No, we’re not talking about a joint. We’re talking about Meidri from Ye Pubbe,” Zel interjected.

“Ye Pubbe also offers this service of physically removing the penis, then? Terrifying.”

“Why the hell do you sound like you’re edging right now?”

“Don’t try to fool me, Stunk. I understand that removing the penis is a figure of speech that means they will nearly do so in their reckless, rough manhandling of the penis. I deeply understand the actual bodily harm that removing the penis entails.”

“Ye Pubbe is not a succubus joint. You realize that, right…?”

“Don’t look at me with those sorrowful eyes, angel youth! Only my queen may gaze upon me with such eyes… Ahem! Ah-ha-ha! Awrroof!”

Vilchana tried to cough and cover it up, but his eyes were glistening. The damage he’d been dealt at the gazer specialty joint ran deep, and yet the memory had a tinge of sweetness to it.

Nonetheless, Vilchana’s blade never ceased, ripping easily through the monsters that attacked. He effortlessly tore through their thick hides, separating muscle from bone as he took their lives. He was a transcendent master.

“I have my blade…and only my blade… It is all I need. I will never return to a succubus establishment ever again.”

“At any rate, the second we get down off this mountain, we’re looking for transportation and moving on. We’ll sleep in the carriage, if we can.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean, ‘huh’? You know we don’t have time to spare.”

The pair they were chasing had taken flight in their airship, but it was found destroyed, according to the villagers they’d encountered earlier. Further, the two had purchased a horse carriage and departed with it. The generic horse carriage would be a much more reliable mode of transportation for them, especially compared with any of Pyugmarie’s inventions.

At present, Stunk and company were saving time by using shortcuts, but fully overtaking their quarry would still be a long shot. Traveling on horseback was another story, however. Once they were tired, they would slow down. If they could secure some well-rested horses in the next town, they should be able to close the gap considerably.

“…So yeah, we don’t have the time to hit a succu-joint. Trust me, I’m heartbroken, too.”

Vilchana screwed up his face after hearing Stunk’s keen assessment of the situation. He whipped around quickly before turning forward again and mowing down his foes in procession.

“Just what am I supposed to do…?! What is this despondence? This fiery sensation in my loins…! I am… I am… Wwrrroooooahhh—!!”

“Was Crim really like this, too, after his first time?”

“…No comment.”

The party finished traversing the mountain without any casualties.

The town at the base of the mountain was stirring with a querulous buzz. The roars of beasts resounded, and the townspeople were running around, causing a clamor.

Stunk and company proceeded to inquire about just what had happened here.

“All our animals that were used for transport went into heat at the same time! There’s nothing we can do!”

“And it’s not just the animals! The centaurs are acting up, too!”

“This is bad! Anchan from the dragon-taxi service hasn’t come back since visiting that succubus joint!”

The merchants of the town were clearly taking the most damage, and horse-carriage customers were also in a bind. Among them, there were also eyewitness reports of a criminal.

“An evil-looking woman broke some weird bottle in the stables. Maybe she’s to blame?”

“I saw her, too. She was laughing to herself like ‘ke-ke-ke’ and muttering nonstop. It was terrifying.”

“Yeah, too bad, ’cause the girl with her was hot and had a huge rack.”

“Oh yeah, those two commandeered a healthy horse and fled the city.”

This was almost guaranteed to be the work of Pyugmarie and Gara.

“Would they really go that far in an attempt to shake their pursuers…?”

One of the pursuers in question, Stunk, was shocked. This wasn’t just a town that had been involved—it was the tradespeople and merchants, the transporters, each guild, and the knight squadron that were now having their livelihoods impinged upon. Pyugmarie and Gara’s crimes were now legitimately warranting reward money. This was not an issue of sane character.

Zel and Crim were aghast.

“I knew she was crazy, but this level of indiscriminate—”

“This is bad… They’re on horseback, and if we set out on foot…”

If Pyugmarie and Gara reached Ye Pubbe before they did, they’d be finished.

They would bear witness to the blood-soaked rebirth of the Goddess of Destruction, Meidri. The mere thought of it made all of them—aside from Vilchana—break out in a cold sweat.

“Do you think Kanchal will be okay…?”

“He’s the one who created the Meidri golems in the first place. He’d be first on the chopping block.”

“Well then, Stunk would die next since he put the hyper-sexualized personality core inside her.”

“Or maybe we could make a run for it while Kanchal’s getting his ass handed to him…?”

“Are you really suggesting such a terrible thing with me right here?”

“No, no—I’m talking about friendship—and if any of us survives, we can chalk it up to a win.”

Stunk reflexively looked down toward his lower abdomen. An adult man the size of a child was grinning up at him. It was the halfling in question, Kanchal.

“Are you guys in a bind, without any means of travel?”

Kanchal jerked his thumb at three horses, their coats shining resplendently.

The straight-faced halfling had always been recognized for his astute, cunning nature.

“What the hell?! Just how good is your sense of smell?”

“Don’t be a dick. I’ve been working just as hard as you have, and it just so happens that we’re after the same thing. I’ll tell you the details later; let’s just get going. I have my own request to deal with Pyugmarie, courtesy of the alchemist guild.”

Kanchal was a man of deep artifice, but his species was not prone to entrapping another being without reason. Stunk and the others had absolute faith in this. If luck was on Kanchal’s side, he would never turn down the chance to make an extra buck, however.

“If there are only three horses, we can’t all ride.”

“I’ll ride with Zel. I have just the thing for Crim.”

Kanchal opened the duffel bag on his back and took out an item that resembled a pair of pure-white wings.

“These are the wings of Icarus! I happened to pick them up for next to nothing from the alchemist guild when I took this request. They’re a magic item that makes use of pegasus feathers and were developed to let flightless creatures take to the skies!”

“If they’re for flightless creatures, then I won’t need them… I have wings…”

“Actually, they were developed with a flaw, and the magic power that grants flotation is incomplete. Also, the angel among us has the capacity for flotation, but his flight is unstable and erratic.”

“Does that mean if I put them on, I’ll be able to fly freely at high speeds?”

“I guess you’ll have to try them on to find out!”

“Okay, I’ll do it!”

Crim put their arms through the openings in the wing-shaped mold and spread their wings wide. There was a gust of wind, and Crim’s thin body danced high into the air.

“W-wow, these definitely work! If I control my position with the real wings on my back, it’s perfect! I think I can really get up to high speeds, too!”

“Nice, Crim, we need you to go on ahead, then! Pull ahead and get Meidri away from them!”

“Understood, Stunk! I’m off, then!”

Crim rushed off into the sky and disappeared from view without hesitation, with an unprecedented beaming look of joy on their face. They really missed high-speed flight. Stunk didn’t have any idea what it felt like to have wings growing from his back.

“Okay, we should go, too.”

Stunk climbed up on his horse, followed by the remaining three crew members.

They sped off like the wind.

The hooves of Kanchal’s horses thundered as they galloped. The crew dashed from the town center with remarkable speed.

Because they were in pursuit of a horse carriage, catching up to the pair should have only been a matter of time.

“Hey, about those wings from earlier,” said Zel to Kanchal, who was gripping him from behind.

“They’re an implement that Pyugmarie created, right?”

“Oh, was I that transparent?”

“The magic endowment on them felt really familiar compared with the items at her shop.”

“That witch caused a heap of trouble for the guild when she used their name to her heart’s content, and upon her expulsion, all her inventions were confiscated. Those wings were one of them.”

“…And you sure they won’t break halfway?”

“Even if Crim falls from the sky, he can float, so I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Kanchal was completely carefree. Despite his winsome, childlike face, his personality was stern.

“The reason I was commissioned to track down the pair is that a cursed jewel the guild was in possession of was used as the golem core. Pyugmarie is always doing stuff like that, they said.”

“It’s incredible that she hasn’t been caught already…”

“Apparently, she was on the verge of getting arrested once. She got away just in the nick of time by using some weird potion to make herself disappear… Her physical being anyway…”

Kanchal’s words trailed off, and the four party members stared down the path looming in front of them. They could see a covered wagon ahead on the road.

“I’ll go on ahead!”

Stunk kicked his spurs into his horse and accelerated. He slowly closed the gap and was riding alongside the carriage in no time. A woman was in the driver’s seat. There were ink-black rings around her eyes.

“Found you!”

“Ah, so you did, ke-ke-ke-ke-ke!”

Zel and Kanchal caught up quickly and flanked the carriage on the opposite side. Vilchana pulled up to the rear.

“Make this easy on yourselves and surrender! We’re not screwing around here!”

Stunk stuck out his sword. He wasn’t in range to deliver a blow, but it was menacing.

“Oh, oh, oh, you’re scaring me! I’m opposed to violence! Really! I’m just a weak little lady, as you can see!”

“Weak? You? Are you being serious?”

Stunk narrowed his eyes. Zel and Kanchal looked equally doubtful.

“What is that expression you’re making? Don’t you trust me? I’m not like you—I don’t get violent and start fights! I’m really just a feeble lady, so please turn a gentle eye on me! That is my plea as the humble Pyugmarie!”

“Did you not hear me, you old bit—?”

“Okay then, how about some sexy service?”

Of all things, Pyugmarie lifted her skirt and flashed her panties. Stunk twisted his face into a complicated expression and tried desperately not to throw up.

“I heard that you perverted adventurers get confused by this sort of thing, so here! Please! They’re panties! My panties! You love them, don’t you? Ke-ke-ke-ke-ke.”

Pyugmarie was waving the hem of her skirt up and around. Then she put her fingers inside her plain white panties. Quickly pulling them out, she was now holding a long, thin item that resembled a bottle. This was clearly going to be another devilish potion.

“No way!”

Stunk reached out with the tip of his sword to knock the bottle away. It broke and flew into the canvas cover of the wagon, along with its contents.

“Oh, oh no, you got me! My surprise-erotic-attack plan was a massive failure!”

“In what universe would that have ever worked?”

If Stunk didn’t have any other context to work from, he might have lost his composure at seeing the panties and gotten hit with the sneak attack. Panties are the peak of romanticism, after all. A secret veil, a single piece of cloth that protects the hallowed flower garden.

However, because Stunk knew what was at stake, even if his erotic spirit was roused, he was able to maintain sound judgment.

“Pyugmarie? No, your real name is Pyugmario! A crime of sexual perjury deserves the heaviest punishment in my book!”

“It’s not perjury! It was a failed use of a sex-change potion, and I can’t go back to my former self! Really! Right now, I’m a fresh young girl raring to go, ha-ha-ha, ke-ke-ke-ke-ke!”

“If you were truly once a man, then the way you’re talking is really grinding my gears!”

The first time Stunk realized the truth before him was at the Magical Lube joint. Pyugmarie had researched a temporary sex change yet failed miserably and lost their most important element, their man sword. However, that said, they weren’t particularly bothered by this loss and instead used the opportunity to conceal their identity and pose as a different person. It was completely shameless how they started managing a succubus joint as part of their cover-up.

Furthermore, a temporary sex-change potion was made readily available ages ago by the grand wizard Demia. Failing at imitating this after the fact was a sign of genuine ineptitude on their part.

“You claimed you were a high-level disciple of a once-a-century grand wizard, right?”

Zel threw an ice-cold glare at Pyugmario from the other side of the wagon.

“Although I am mortified, I never actually received her leadership myself, ke-ke-ke.”

“Even then, you didn’t become a disciple. All you did was spend five thousand gold to rent a decoy golem for three days and learn everything from them, right?”

The grand wizard Demia was also the proprietor of a succubus joint in the Magic City. She lured in clients with golems who assumed her form. In concept, the decoy golems were lures who could cast magic in her place in case of emergency. The golems produced by generic magicians were rough in fabrication and had very simple thought patterns.

But in the hands of the once-in-a-century grand wizard Demia, what wonder! The golems were peerless beauties, and they could conduct casual conversation in addition to hosting high-level lectures on the arcane arts. Such was Demia’s forte, and the beauties were so capable, they even managed to help the self-taught, crazy old man become a capable inventor.

“God no! It wasn’t three days! I was there for an entire month! And I used my parents’ money to the point where they nearly disowned me! Of course, that was when I still possessed the body of a man. And you know, I initially got to know Demia really well in the biblical sense, ke-ke-ke, oh god, I’m mortified!”

The crazy old man wasn’t angry or bashful. He was legitimately embarrassed.

“This is no use. We’re getting nothing from him. We need to make him an offer he can’t refuse, Stunk.”

“Yep. At first, when I thought he was a woman, I didn’t wanna make too big a deal out of anything, but now that we know he’s just some weird old man, there’s no need to hold back. Get him, Kanchal!”

“Oh, that’s my job?”

Kanchal threw two knives at the carriage. The small blades became lodged in the wheels and forced their movement to a halt. The wagon lurched and toppled over on its side. The horses were jerked violently and whinnied loudly as they fell to the ground.

Pyugmario screamed hysterically and was thrown into the dirt. As a cloud of dust billowed upward, Stunk and company circled around him with their horses.

“Owwwwwww, ow, ow, owww! Boy, am I lucky nothing’s broken! Praise god!”

“This guy is a walking bad-luck charm…”

Stunk was quietly impressed by the crazy old man’s ability to maintain a train of thought no matter what happened.

“But really now, you’re at the end of your rope. Of course, you’ll hand over Gara right now.”

“Give Pyugmario to me. I’ll hand him over to the alchemist guild.”

“We intend to take the money used in searching for this chump straight from him…”

“I’ll let the guild know about that, of course. He likely still has assets that he sponged from his parents. We should be able to compensate for your loss.”

Kanchal had managed to negotiate the terms of the transaction with the guild so he came away with extra profit. He met up with Stunk and company on purpose because he knew they’d come out on top, in total.

I’m totally fine with being paid the amount agreed on in contract and covering any expenses.

Stunk had no intention of arguing. He wanted to finish this business and get to a succubus joint as soon as possible. The man known as Stunk was true to his loin sword, no matter what.

“Wait. Everyone, halt.”

Vilchana’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere. He had been inspecting the downed carriage, but he suddenly stopped moving entirely. In the direction he was staring, a buxom, dark-skinned golem with tentacles in place of legs wriggled to the fore.

“That’s right, you better freeze. If you move, I’ll break this in a heartbeat.”

Gara was clutching a jar to her chest so tightly that she could barely get her arms around it.

“This jar is filled to the brim with a highly potent aphrodisiac potion… If it breaks and vaporizes here, you know what will happen to every one of you sex maniacs, don’t you?”

“Wait, hold up, Gara. Settle down. If we all go wild with the urge to have sex right now, just who do you think will become the immediate focal point of our urges?”

“Don’t you worry about me. I have an escape plan.”

“Maybe so, but if you break that jar, you’ll be the one standing in the middle of the cloud once the potion vaporizes.”

“Nice try! I already took a neutralizing agent!”

One of Gara’s tentacles was holding an empty vial upside down. They had no way to tell if it had really contained a neutralizing agent. The only thing they could really be sure of was the huge heart mark emblazoned on the massive jar Gara was holding.

The entire crew held their breath and watched Gara’s every movement. In the meantime, Pyugmario got to his feet and rushed to Gara’s side.

“The core that I created has a mind on a different level! Splendid! Let’s escape together and create an ultra-lucrative succubus joint that will generate all the money we could ever need for new inventions!”

“Not a chance… I’m not the least bit interested in that idea.”

Gara spoke flatly.

“All I want is to know what I truly am.”

Gara slightly moved her arms, which were holding the jar. As she stared into the sky, tears formed in the corners of the golem’s eyes.

“My consciousness was vacant for so long, but now, in this body, everything has become clear… I’ve finally become myself. But this body is the property of that shop, and people are trying to return it there. This body was originally made for men to have…s-s-sex with… How is this my life?!”

Gara shattered the jar into smithereens at her feet. Pink smoke rose from the pulverized jar and enveloped everyone around it. The only one who broke through and escaped it was Gara, who had replica wings attached to a few of her tentacles. They were likely the same invention as the wings Crim was currently using.

“Sorry, Pyuggie! I’m taking the wings!”

Gara flapped her replica wings and started to propel herself, gliding along the path. She supplemented the lift she was lacking by pushing off the ground with her hands and tentacles and headed down the road as swiftly as a horse.

Nobody tried to stop her. They couldn’t even open their mouths. The men were writhing in the thick cloud of pink smoke that had exploded all around them.

I won’t make it out…

Stunk had immediately held his breath and chased after Gara, but the potion vaporized and spread even quicker than he imagined. He wasn’t even able to escape its area of effect and ended up taking in a lungful of the aphrodisiac.

Finally, a strong breeze rolled in and cleared away the last of the smoke. All that was left were the men, who were racked with crippling ecstasy.

“Oh…ugh… Guys, this isn’t good… I have a massive boner!”

“All my blood is being pushed to my crotch, and I can’t even use magic…! This isn’t just internally ingestible! It gets absorbed through the skin…!”

“Ohhh, this is bad…! That rock by the side of the road looks like a girl with her legs spread…!”

“Unngh—ahhghhn—there’s heat rising from within—my credo is being desecrated by lust…!”

The men all scanned their surroundings. Were there any willing women around? Or any perfectly shaped holes?

In the same way a beast would seek out sex matter-of-factly, they, too, had found it. While searching for the oasis in their desert, they saw a gaunt person with dark circles around his eyes.

“Ke-ke-ke-ke-ke! The potion didn’t work on me! After all, I’ve inhaled so many vaporized potions during my work! I’ve built up a tolerance! I’ll be making my escape using wind magic now, thank you very much!”

Pyugmario was completely unfazed as he quietly started whispering an incantation. Even if the men, now prisoners of their carnal desire, fell upon Pyugmario, his spell would be completed first. At any rate, each one of them had a fierce erection pressing against the inside of their pants, and they were all hunched forward, unable to move properly.

Whoosh! A violent surge of wind blew past them. But it wasn’t magic.

One of the horses had fallen on Pyugmario.

“Gahhh, what the hell?! Wait, wait, wait, oh my god! Don’t rip my clothes off, ke-he-ke-he-haaaaaa!”

“Whiiiiii-whiiiii!”

The horse tactfully knocked Pyugmario to the ground with its long legs and started ripping his clothes off with its jaws. A massive, breathtaking erection was surging from between its legs.

The other four horses consisted of two males and two females, and they were already going to town on each other. Stunk and company would find no relief there, either.

“Well, it looks like you’re all settled…! But if I don’t find a girl soon, I feel like I’m literally gonna explode…!”

“No, no, please help me, ke-ke-ke! This is not happening! There’s no way that’s going inside me! I’ll die, please, please helllp!”

“L-look over there! There’s a building…!”

In the direction Kanchal was pointing, at the end of a grassy field, there stood a small house. Maybe it contained you-know-who… One of those marvelous beauties who just loved sex above all else!

The group had no time to consider ethics or reason. They had run off, bent forward at the waist, as quickly as they could, yelping with pain and pleasure as their members rubbed against the inside of their pants with every step.

“Uwaaah, oh my god, they’ve left me to die, ke-ke-ke-ke! This is true desperation! What did I do wrong?! I’ve lived my life to the fullest so far, but I guess not everything is as easy as it seems, annnngh—!”

Pyugmario’s shrieks didn’t reach the ears of a single person.

The sign on the small building read LITTLE RED ROTTEN HOOD. It also said SUCCUBUS JOINT in smaller letters. Words of hope.

It was certainly abnormal for a succubus joint to exist in an otherwise-abandoned grassy field. The four men had no power of discernment left as they entered the shop with blood surging in their eyes.

“One lady, please! As long as she’s a girl, I don’t care who or what it is!” Stunk declared loudly without even checking the shop interior. Normally, this would be uncharacteristically reckless of him, but right now, he was about to pop. He needed to quench the molten rod between his legs as soon as possible.

“Huh, you said you don’t care who it is? That’s so cool, man!”

The receptionist spoke with a laugh at the end of her sentence. From a human perspective, she had a slender, delicate appearance. Was she a little girl…? Her small behind was planted on the counter, and she was surveying the visitors, smiling with mischief in her eyes.

Her hair was white like threads of snow, and she wore a red hat, which complemented her red dress.

“It’s a r-redcap…!”

Kanchal’s sense of reason was restored immediately. A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he trembled in fear at the sight of the girl in front of him.

“Oh…oh no… We’ve entered the danger zone…!”

Zel also eked out a drop of sound judgment and immediately regretted his foolishness. Redcaps, the bloodstained sprites. They weren’t as small as halflings, but they were still a diminutive species. Although they were typically pretty easy on the eyes, they had brutal dispositions. They existed to torment, ridicule, and subject their victims to a world of terror and shame before taking their lives.

Only a small number of them were able to adjust to modern society, where many different species coexisted. And that adaptation was exclusively regarded as a very one-sided form of existence.

“Anything is fine by me! I’m going for it, no matter the consequences!”

Stunk blatantly ignored the warning signs being sent to his brain.

“Yeah, you’re right…! It’s not like we can turn back now!”

“I have never lost, not in battle, and definitely not in the bedroom…!”

“I don’t understand, but this sense of peril is…intriguing.”

The four men marched toward their impending tribulations with resolve. The girl in the red hat smiled bewitchingly, with satisfaction.

“I don’t really get it, but you guys all seem pretty cool! I’ll set you up with four of our hottest girls, mmkay?”

With a snap of her fingers, four more redcaps appeared from their hiding places in the room. It must have been a force of habit. They were likely always quietly lurking in the shadows for a sneak attack.

Simultaneously, the girls took all the hems of their dresses in hand and bowed, trying to hide the murderous intent plain on their faces.

“Let’s have some fun together…boys.”

The playroom that Stunk’s partner led him to was exceedingly normal. There was a bathtub and a space to wash up in the back, and a bed in the front.

Stunk had a powerful urge to skip everything else and push his partner right into the bed.

If I don’t get relief soon, I might actually die, ugh!

But he knew that if he got to business immediately, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. The girl’s torso was thin and adorable, and if he grabbed her too hard, she might break. Looking down at her red hat, which didn’t even reach his clavicle, an iota of reason reared its head inside him.

That said, both of his hands were already moving involuntarily. Stunk ripped his clothes off with alarming speed, exposing his nude body and turgid, erect member.

“Wow, ha-ha! You’re super hard for no reason! That’s gross, man.”

The girl, who had told Stunk her name was Rose, sneered before folding her hands behind her back and bending over, positioning her face very close to Stunk’s member. She swayed her body from left to right, her white pigtails becoming a pendulum.

“Oh man, it’s throbbing so hard that the veins look ready to burst! …Are you mad at me, mister?”

“I really don’t have time for the runaround. Please just use your hand or your mouth or whatever. I seriously don’t care right now.”

“Huh, ever heard of things like politeness or discretion? Why should I give you any special treatment?”

It was a sound argument that Stunk couldn’t refute, but his current state had forced the resentful words to come out of his mouth.

“Not to mention, you reek of sweat. You need to go wash up over there before anything else. By yourself, of course. I’ll be waiting here, mmkay? If you get yourself all nice and squeaky-clean, I might still let you play with me.”

Rose spoke curtly before lying on her side on the bed and waving Stunk away with her hand. Though this may have seemed like poor behavior, for some species, this was perfectly acceptable.

However, Stunk wasn’t willing to let it go. He made special note of the fact that her eyes were narrowed in spite.

This chick clearly understands my situation, but she’s still trying to torture me…!

Why was he being treated like this after finally reaching his oasis? His lower abdomen rumbled with rage. He was erect to the point of pain, and a globule of nectar oozed from his tip.

“Why are you just standing there and staring at me? Are you pissed off, old man? You’re actually mad at a little thing like me, so you’re just gonna stand there, huffing and puffing with your hulking frame? How laaaame.”

“Y-you… I just…want… Unnnngh!”

The more she pushed his buttons, the hotter the fire raged in his loins. He had long since become hard beyond all reason. Rose glanced briefly at what was unfolding and said, “…You want me to do something about that?”

“Wh-what will you do exactly?”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Something like this, maybe?”

Rose made a circle with her forefinger and thumb and jerked it through the air up and down.

“Or maybe like this?”

She brought the circle to her mouth and moved it back and forth while swirling her tongue around. Both actions were rife with indecency and easily provoked Stunk. He was increasingly aroused by her brazen plan to fan the flames of his crotch.

“D-don’t tease your customers like that…!”

“No, you’ve got it all wrong! Just say this obediently: Pwease make my wittle shrimp dick feel better… You know, really beg for it and maybe shed some tears or something. That’s the way you like it, right? Why else would you even come to a place like this?”

“I mean, I do love it like that from time to time… That’s undeniable, but…!”

Stunk had already gotten his masochistic fix from his recent visit to the gazer joint. However, for the right partner, he was willing to be flexible.

“Please make me cum… I’ll pay extra.”

Stunk was now borderline compromising as he moved closer to Rose on the bed.

“Hmm…pay extra? You’re willing to go that far to save your pride, but what you really want is for me to help you get your nut as soon as possible. You’re really pathetic, aren’t you? Ba-ha-ha!”

Rose laughed, but she also sat up and looked directly at Stunk’s sword.

“Well, I guess I can’t go on tormenting you forever, you poor thing. You’re in luck, shrimpy! I’m feeling merciful.”

Rose moved her thin fingers closer to Stunk’s blade. Stunk gulped in anticipation.

“Wap!”

Rose flicked the head of Stunk’s cock with her fingers. A sharp sensation resembling pain traveled swiftly through his swollen shaft. He didn’t even have time to grit his teeth.

Pushed to the absolute limit, his beast exploded with liquid fury.

Pshuuuuu! A thick rope of white erupted from Stunk and splattered a nearby wall.

“Ohhh…! Ohhh… I can’t believe I came already…!”

Mortified, Stunk continued to blow over and over again. The strand of nectar strung between his cock and the wall was hanging languidly and clinging to Rose, who sat in between them.

The girl in the red hat was staring blankly in wonder. Some of the liquid had painted her youthful face. It was a gruesome, disgraceful scene…that quickly fell apart.

“Ha…ha…ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Wow, old man, you really are pathetic!”

Rose held her stomach and laughed fiercely while rolling around on the small bed. When more of Stunk’s cum landed on her from above, she laughed even harder.

“I only used one finger…ha-ha-ha…and flicked you, and you shot like a geyser! Just how badly did you need to cum? Hey, hey, old man, what the hell happened for you to cum without a hand job or a blow job or…anything? Were you just deluding yourself into thinking you were some sorta big, bad conqueror while your smelly old-man dick betrayed you? Or were you just pretending to be intimidated, and you’re really just a super-big masochist? Ha-ha-ha!”

The redcap’s high-pitched laugh was clearly intended to incite fear and shame. However, for Stunk, it conjured more anger than trepidation. He had finished cumming, but his fury only exacerbated his cock’s hardness.

“You dumb little brat…! How dare you speak like that to an adult.”

Stunk was incensed as he blurted out the words, but in reality, because she was working at a succubus joint, she was an adult, too. Rose had to understand how she looked to other species, but she put her pointer finger to her bottom lip, purposefully trying to conjure the feeling of a petulant child.

“Hmm? Old man, are you actually salty just because you blew your load from a finger flick?”

“Salty or not, that was only the opening act. You better get ready for the main event.”

“Oh nooo. I’m so tiny, I’m sure I’ll give in to your ferocity right away.”

Rose put two fists to her cheeks and shimmied away from Stunk, acting fearful. She was playing cute and trying to win Stunk over, but she was only adding fuel to the flame.

“I told you to stop talking shit to your clients…!”

“Oh nooo, are you maaad? I’m sooo scared, I’m sorry!”

Rose snorted, and Stunk couldn’t detect an ounce of actual remorse in her voice.

Even for an S-M experience, what the hell is with her attitude…?!

Stunk was toyed with gently at the gazer joint, but this redcap girl was of a different breed. This wasn’t sadistic service to show her client a good time. She was deriding her client for her own amusement.

“God, old man, you’re so sad. I’m actually getting sleepy. I’m gonna take a nap, so go ahead, do what you have to do, lemme know when you’re done, mmkay? I’m sure you’ll cum early about a hundred more times anyway…heh-heh-heh.”

The second Rose opened her mouth to fake a yawn, Stunk snapped.

“Quit talking shit… I will wipe the floor with you, brat.”

“I’m not little, and I’m not a brat. For a redcap, I’m of average height and build. But seriously, if that’s all it takes to piss you off, then you really are pathetic, aren’cha, old man?”

Rose pulled up the hem of her dress and audaciously spread her lithe legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and she didn’t have a single strand of pubic hair.

Her clean-shaven slit unveiled a peach-colored blossom, spread wide. Stunk was irrationally aroused by the way she displayed both innocence and obscenity.

This is so annoying! She’s so small, but she’s definitely reeling me in! Ugh, this is pissing me off!

The internal struggle between Stunk’s arousal and his rage began to control his entire being. He fell on Rose from above and pressed his body in between her skinny legs, gripping her tiny kneecaps. He wrenched her legs apart before she could close them.

“Oh, are you just gonna stick it in? Are you sure? I’m pretty tight. I bet you’ll cum and start to cry in less than a second, right?”

“Shut up!”

“Mmph!”

Stunk thrust himself completely inside Rose without hesitation. She gripped him all the way to his base and pushed back on his tip with her cervix.

Looking down at Rose, stiff and trembling, Stunk shuddered with the realization that he had finally gained the upper hand. There was nothing stronger than a man’s sword!

But his sense of self-satisfaction vanished in an instant.

“Ha-ha-ha, so maybe you’re not completely hopeless.”

Rose’s face was still twisted in a scornful smile. She adjusted her position briefly, and her body loosened as she started moving her thin legs.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m doing all the work now, and you’re stiff as a dead fish. What gives? Does it feel so good that you can’t even move?”

“Fuuu…gahhh…are you serious?!”

Rose’s hip movement was nothing more than a simple twist, but the reason Stunk couldn’t fight back against her was because her body simply felt that amazing.

Stunk knew she would be tight just from looking at her, but the feel was just right. It took more than tightness to make a man feel good, after all. Rose was perfectly soft inside, gripping him sensually. She was also incredibly wet, thanks to the constant flow of love juice.

What was most amazing was how she contracted right at her entrance, and then again at about 70 percent of the way in. In addition to the way she tightened around him with every movement, the irresistible texture resulted in a massage to die for.

It’s like she’s nibbling on me… I’m being eaten…

Rose moved her hips deliberately to send Stunk the clear image of who was in control.

“Mm, ahh, ha-ha-ha! Old man, you’re twitching already…! This is so pitiful, it’s almost cute. Go on now, blow your load! Do it, loser!”

Rose wasn’t just pouring on the abuse. She was also working her hips even harder as she monitored Stunk’s reaction. Her technique, honed to devour men and make them surrender, was solidly bearing down on Stunk.

“Oof…ugh…what talent…!”

Stunk wanted nothing more than to give in and climax again. After all, he entered this shop with the intention of expending his sexual energy as quickly as possible.

He didn’t mind losing this battle, really. What was the problem with just giving in?

“You were just thinking that giving in doesn’t sound so bad, weren’t you?”

“That’s s-stupid! I’ll say it again! I’ll never lose to a brat like you.”

Strictly speaking, she wasn’t a brat, or a kid. He knew this, but what with the effects of the aphrodisiac potion, every time he saw her staring at him scornfully, blood rushed to his head.

Stunk didn’t want to lose. No matter the situation, and no matter what his endgame was.

“But really, old man, your hips have been twitching for a while now, and you’re not even thrusting back. That means that I, Rose, am not really feeling anything. I guess you really are all bark and no bite, huh, shrimpy?”

Rose wrapped her legs around Stunk’s lower back and ground her body into him even harder.

Stunk was distracted by how good his meat sword felt and fell backward onto the bed as she planned. Thanks to her skillful transfer of her own center of gravity, they switched before Stunk even had the time to complain, and now she was riding him cowgirl.

“I’ve been with guys like you before. They all brag about their talents despite having nothing to back up their words.”

Rose stared down at Stunk from above and laughed bewitchingly.

“They’re like, I’m so good in bed, every girl I get with is screaming in no time! They’re all so cocky. But in reality, they wouldn’t know a good lay if it sucked ’em off. And don’t even get me started on their poor stamina. We redcaps absolutely adore idiots like that. We get off on wringing every last teardrop from them.”

“Oof…urgh…!”

The entire room resounded with the lewd, sticky squelch of Rose slapping against Stunk. His hips were being gyrated in a circular motion, and this was leagues more dramatic than regular missionary-position sex. His member was being attacked with minute precision.

A redcap’s brutal intention—never letting a man escape, tormenting him relentlessly—was manifested most powerfully in the cowgirl position.

Rose had Stunk in the palm of her hand.

“Ahh, hnnnnng…!”

Stunk’s blade had expanded, and a rush of heat ran through his urethra. He gritted his teeth and flexed to prevent himself from ejaculating, but the real limit would simply come down to a matter of time.

Am I really gonna lose to a succu-girl who treats her clients like dogs…?

Stunk was still feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac, but this was all too tragic. He fell into a state of misery, and he wished he could drop dead on the spot. This was the end of his loins.

“Oh, what’s wrong now…? This isn’t a case of all bark and no bite… You’re just a total letdown. Either you sorely lack experience, or you’ve just never been with a real woman before—”

She was way out of line now, and Stunk spontaneously resisted with his whole being when her sentence cut off. She had said something he simply couldn’t accept.

“That’s enough…! Every single succu-girl I’ve fucked so far… Well, there were some outliers, but eighty percent of ’em… No, sixty… Well, at least half of them were damn near perfect! Okay, even if they weren’t perfect, most of them weren’t half-bad! Every one of them knew how to please their clients, unlike you and your rank attitude! To be honest, some of them were absolute duds, but let’s not focus on that right now, ’kay?”

“Oh yeah? That means you’re actually a born-and-bred loser, right?”

“I have yet to show you just how hard I go in the sack!”

“Oh really, then let’s see how you handle this.”

Rose lifted her hips until only Stunk’s tip was inside her, changing to a short, rapid rhythm. She focused particularly on the most sensitive area, aiming to bring Stunk to his knees and force him to cum.

“Mmph, unnngh…!”

The excess pleasure attacking Stunk’s tip had caused a crack in the resistance he had summoned.

Seeing him earnestly struggle to resist, the sadistic girl ridiculed him all the more.

“Ha-ha-ha! You’re trying so hard, it’s hilarious. You talked such a big game, but when you lose, you’re just gonna drown in embarrassment. That’s too bad. Looks like you’re at your limit, shrimpy.”

Rose twisted her body and took Stunk’s tip in her hand before flicking it hard with her finger.

“Gahhh…!”

“Well, well, your face is flushed red, but you resisted! Good boy, good boy.”

Rose flicked Stunk’s member again and again. It wasn’t even for pleasure. She was trying to force him to his breaking point through pain yet again. She planned to make him climax in the most miserable way possible.

“It’s no use anyway. I’ll teach you a lesson, so prepare yourself… I’ll have you apologizing aloud for your little shrimp dick in no time!”

Rose’s thin red lips curved into a sinister smirk. It was the smile of a predator.

But in that moment—

“Quit talking shit!”

—a fierce upward thrust rammed into the predator’s inner sanctum.

“Oh—!!”

Rose’s youthful yet bewitching smile collapsed, and her mischievous eyes suddenly went wide. Stunk quickly grabbed her thin arms and pulled her toward him while thrusting countless times.

Squelch…squirt… Stunk had begun jackhammering away.

“Ohh, ohhh, ahhh…! W-wow, not bad, old ma—”

“Quit talking shit…! Feel the wrath…of my Super Deluxe Stunk Sword!”

Stunk was finally able to go on the offensive because his boy had reappeared. His most stalwart ally. His irreplaceable partner on the journey called life. The same partner who once became a real sword and saved him from dire straits.

“Wonderful to the MAX!”

Hearing that war cry echo in his heart, Stunk gained a wealth of newfound stamina.

“How do you like me now?! I’m back and better than ever! ‘Shrimp’? Ha! This is a divine blade!”

“Wh-wha…? I don’t think you should be acting so cocky.”

“Finishing move! Sixfold Tsunami Strike!”

“O-oh wow…! Th-that’s pretty—Guh—!”

Rose was trying to be maintain her dominance, but the facade was crumbling bit by bit. The ecstasy she could no longer hold back started to escape her in the form of a brutal, fiendish moan.

It had become obvious that Stunk wasn’t the only one who had been holding back for a while now.

She was already getting off…! She just didn’t realize it because she was so obsessed with berating me!

Stunk was in the same boat, really. When he was on the offensive, everything was fine, but the second he stopped thrusting his hips, the floodgates of eternal ecstasy would shatter. If that happened, he was as good as done for.

Stunk continued to thrust while pinning Rose down again. They were now in missionary, which allowed for the widest range of motion. He determinedly drilled into her with short, vicious thrusts.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Squeeeeeeelch…

Stunk wasn’t thrusting haphazardly! He switched up his intensity as he watched her reaction.

“Hnng, ohhh, oof, unnngh… Oh, ohh? Ohh, ohhhh—!!”

“Now who’s desperate? That’s one hell of an ahegao face you’ve got goin’ on.”

“Th-this is, wow… Ohhhh, oh my god, definitely a refreshing surprise…or really…”

“It feels amazing if I hit you right here like this, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhh! Mmmph, unnngh! Ohhh, oh my gooood.”

Rose wasn’t smiling anymore. Her mouth lolled open as she howled with pleasure.

Stunk had found her weak point. For the Super Deluxe Stunk Sword, which had been schooled by adversity in many battles, it was a walk in the park.

“And how about this angle…? With this thrust!”

Stunk thrust inside her with a single, powerful fatal blow.

“Ohhh, Mmmmmhhhh—!”

Rose’s entire body tensed up. Her muscles were spasming and contracting as she violently gripped Stunk’s blade. The brazen little redcap had reached climax.

I won, everyone…! Through the power of the Super Deluxe Stunk Sword!

Stunk was elated at the sense of victory welling up in his chest. This was the pinnacle of joy, and riding that high, Stunk began to thrust his hips with even more gusto.

“Ohhh! Mmmph, wait! I haven’t cum—Ohhh, ahhhh, ohhhhhhhhh—!”

“Just say that you lost, or I won’t stop.”

“Wh-what? Who would lose to—ohhhh—a shrimpy little loser like…you…? No way…! Don’t even think about it, you asshole…!”

“Oh yeah? Well then, get ready for the fattest, thickest, most brutal pounding you’ve ever had.”

“Ohhh! Ah! Ahhhhh…! God, I c-can’t…stop…cumming…!”

Stunk wasn’t exactly in the clear himself. The effects of the aphrodisiac potion meant he was teetering on the edge way more than usual. However, the thrill of his current battle made it more than worth it.

As Stunk continued grinding away into Rose, the sense of victory took him to new heights. Looking down at Rose’s childlike face, contorted from cumming ad nauseam, Stunk was incredibly pleased with himself.

When her face went blank and she started drooling, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, Stunk thought, How do you like a taste of your own medicine? in his heart of hearts.

Being ridiculed to no end had roused Stunk’s inner sadist.

“Aren’t you going to say it already? Come on, say it… Say I lost. Sorry for being such a weakling! I won’t ever ridicule my clients again. Okay now, do it!”

While demanding she repeat after him, Stunk jammed his finger into her mouth and prevented the words from leaving her lips. He had no intention of forgiving her that easily, or at least, that’s what he thought.

Rose suckled his finger and came to her senses, if only just barely.

“Slurp…suckle…slurp…suck…mmmmmph…”

Rose’s eyes, red like wine, were trembling. She couldn’t focus her vision, and there was no trace of the brutal nature she showed earlier. She looked like she was simply drunk with ecstasy.

When Stunk tried to pull his finger out of her mouth, she stuck her tongue out, not wanting it to leave. Finally, she pulled her tongue back in her mouth and spoke, barely making out the words.

“Pleez…umghh…mpphg…fowgwibe meee…!”

Rose took Stunk’s face in both hands and pulled herself close to it.

“Smooch…”

She kissed Stunk lightly before pulling back again. She looked absolutely smitten, with teary eyes and flushed red cheeks.

“…Did you reconsider your actions?”

Stunk slowed his hip thrusts as he posed the question.

“Yes…ahh, unngh. I didn’t think you’d be…so incredible…”

“Does that mean you admit defeat?”

“Yes…I was no match for your big, thick rod of punishment… I’m just a weak little redcap, and I’m sorry for putting you through that before… Please don’t hate me, please?”

Rose peppered Stunk’s face with kisses in between every word of her apology.

There was a biological aspect of redcaps that was not well-known. They made enemies easily due to their brutal nature, and for this reason, the bonds they forged were strong. In particular, the connection between a couple was fierce, and during sex, a redcap became sweet and soft—almost like a completely different person.

Their vicious nature quickly revealed itself during sex with a different species, but with each orgasm reached, their instinctual discernment weakened. In other words, the more they climaxed, the more their brains would trick them into falsely recognizing their partner as a male of their own species…or at least, that was one theory. Some claimed that when redcaps were pregnant and less capable of warfare, they fawned over other species by instinct in order to survive. Some claimed they actually lusted for cum rather than blood. And lastly, some claimed they were simply nymphomaniacs, and nothing more.

I don’t really get it, but this sudden gap in her personality is really doing it for me!

Stunk shivered with satisfaction at the realization that he had made Rose surrender fully.

“Ohhh, unnnngh, you big, bad man…”

Rose was a completely different type of gorgeous when she was being meek. The tight lines of her body appeared more delicate than erotic, and the way she doubled over in ecstasy was too hot to handle.

Stunk wanted to ravage her until the two were completely spent. He wanted to sully the thin lines of her complexion.

A wave of ecstasy surged through his groin like purple lightning.

“Ohhh, I’m nearly there…! You’re in for it now!”

“I couldn’t be happier…! Please punish me! I’ve been so bad! Just awful! Pin me down with all your might! Fuck me like crazy! Make me scream! Make me yours!”

Just who was this girl? Stunk decided not to rib her for the submissive nature of her last line. Instead, he put all his energy into the piston motion that pulverized Rose from top to bottom, not relenting in the slightest. The way she snaked her arms and legs around him was proof that she was enjoying every second of it.

It was time to go in for the kill.

“Oh, unnnngh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! It’s my victory!”

“Ahh, ohhh, unnnngh—! You’re so big! You’re amazing…! Hnnnnng!”

Stunk gave Rose one final thrust, putting all his weight behind it, and finally opened the floodgates.

His climax was so intense, he felt as if his body would come apart at the seams. Fluid flew everywhere. He had filled Rose to the brim in a fraction of a second, and his seed was now spilling out of the sides.

“Did you learn your lesson…?! This is the power of the love, lust, and rage imbued within my Super Deluxe Stunk Sword!”

“Ohhhh yes, I did…! You’re so strong, amazing, and powerful…! Mmmm…I feel like I wouldn’t be surprised if you knocked me up after all that.”

The slender, delicate girl couldn’t stop kissing Stunk and wrapping her whole body around him.

In a show of appreciation for the complete one-eighty her personality had taken, Stunk started thrusting again before his first climax had even concluded.

He’d won. He’d given her more than one round of defeat. Until their time together was up, all he did was rack up victories. By the time the aphrodisiac had worn off and Stunk’s postcoital clarity had him waxing philosophical, Rose practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

“Hey, Rose, you know you don’t have to take it that far, right…?”

“What are you talking about? I’m yours for life. I’ll follow you anywhere…”

“Come on, now. After some time passes, you’ll go back to your normal self.”

“Yes, that’s true, but right now, this is how I really feel. Hey, will you come see me again? Will you come back and make a mess of me again?”

“Okay, sure, if I get the chance.”

“Oh my god… I can’t get enough of how self-absorbed you are… I love it…”

It seemed Rose had fallen head over heels for Stunk, and he was having trouble deciding which version of her he preferred.

Two horses, carrying Stunk and Zel, sped away from the town. The men both looked totally refreshed.

They had seized total victory and held their heads high.

Their only regret was perhaps losing one of their companions.

“Vilchana might never be the same again…”

Stunk turned around. The succubus joint on the far end of the grassy plain was already out of sight. Vilchana had remained there, still isolated in battle. In other words, he was being punished constantly and being drained of every piece of gold in his possession.

“True, but it looks like he’s no longer the swordsman asura named Vilchana… He’s Piggy Cum-for-Brains.”

“No, that’s Blue Piggy Cum-for-Brains, Zel.”

The crew had trembled with bloodcurdling fear when he showed up at the reception desk crawling on all fours, squealing like a pig. His redcap acted as his proxy and spoke for him, as he was a swine who could no longer speak using words.

“This old hog’s gonna stay here and play for a while, so the rest of you can head on out.”

“Oink-oink!”

In the bowels of ignominy, Blue Piggy Cum-for-Brains actually looked happy.

“Well, after losing your virginity at a place like that, it’s really no surprise.”

“Yeah, he didn’t actually have penetrative sex at Magical Lube or Look at Me Sadistically…”

Stunk and Zel stared at the horizon.

There were no words that could be spoken from a victor to a loser. They could only pray he would be delivered hope after his own victory someday.

Kanchal had taken Pyugmario away. He wasn’t able to resist arrest very well because of his quality time with the horse. Even then, Pyugmario had managed to become even more of a chatterbox and actually impressed the entire party.

“Kanchal is afraid of Meidri, and I’m impressed that he actually had the guts to chase after Gara.”

“That’s true… He has only a slim chance of getting there first, after all.”

Thinking critically about their situation, the exaggerated sense of elation started to wear thin.

The meeting between Gara and Meidri was drawing near. In order to stop the birth of the Goddess of Destruction, Meidri, they had to prevent that meeting at all costs. If they didn’t, the skies would rain blood. Their blood.

Stunk and Zel wrung out the last of their remaining courage and sped forward.

On the horizon, a hellish landscape of dark clouds gathered ominously to greet them.