“We will hold your sexual education session at a later date, my overly pure and adorably innocent samurai. For now, focus please.”
She stares at me menacingly and it’s not hard to tell that she wants to retort in a thousand different unladylike ways but reluctantly decides to let it go and listens.
Then, my work continues. Instead of using one, then two fingers, I start off with two and soon move onto three. I gotta say, fingering a girl from behind is significantly easier and more comfortable than from the front.
To them, it feels similar as if they were doing it themselves, but instead, it’s their lover caressing them. And for me, it’s also more comfortable to pull my fingers towards myself than push them away.
A win-win situation.
“Ahh!~ Ahh!~ Master…” Once I utilize three fingers, Blossom soon erupts into a chorus of lewd noises.
It doesn’t take long this time. Once she is near eruption, I decide to be a little evil and pinch her clitoris with two of my fingers, and… pull. “KYAAAAAAAA!!!” Perhaps Blossom’s loudest shriek of her life reverberates through the cave room. Her eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensation and she enters a dazed state, lingering between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Her lower half’s reaction only lags a second behind. I lean forward and use my knuckles to push her legs out of the way, then use both hands to spread her lower half so that Ayame can truly get everything.
Then, the explosion arrives.
“Argh! It got in my eyes! And mouth! Ptui!” Ayame cries and spits.
It’s a spectacular eruption. What a beautiful sight. I’m honestly about to tear up.
“Focus, woman. We can’t waste a drop of her divine nectar.” I admonish her seriously.
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“Grr…”
Soon after, a second soaked sock of mine finds itself thrown to the mad and horny monster.
“Are we finally done?” Ayame inquires.
“Let’s go for a home run. We are doing good on time, let’s weaken the creature as much as possible.”
“I swear that you are going to kill her.”
“She is a sturdy girl.” My words might not be very convincing considering the hazy, non-present gaze of my dog-kin, but I know I can return her to the world of the living quickly.
In just a couple of minutes, four more wet socks find their way into the chamber, followed by my shirt, and very reluctantly Ayame offers her own as well for the noble deed.
With this much it should be more than enough. The dog heads had been fighting each other constantly throughout the entire ordeal- and also had a raging boner the whole time. Its sounds had lessened significantly with each passing minute. By now, I’m not even hearing anything coming from its direction.
Blossom groans as she finally sits up after I spent a few minutes nurturing her back to life, and she begins rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. We take another minute to help Blossom get her bearings. Her ears twitch, and she looks around, confusion etched on her face.
“You good?” I ask.
Blossom nods, though she looks a little pale. “Blossom thinks so… This was the strangest event in her entire life.” She shakes herself like a dog trying to push the water out of her fur, and finally fully wakes up.
We get dressed quickly after that. Only Ayame’s robes have really suffered heavy damage during her fight with Iris, the rest of our gear is in pristine condition thankfully. Save for the sacrificed pieces, but those ones were extremely cheap. I just hope her robe can be repaired by some artificer or something.
Even if it can, it’s quickly becoming evident that taking those robes with us into combat is not going to cut it. They are far too easy to damage. We will likely only be using our masks for battle if we are doing our activities under our criminal aliases.
We step into the vast chamber, and walk to the creature.
The air is thick with the stench of blood, heavy and metallic. There, sprawled across the stone floor, is the bloodhound monster. Its massive body lies limp, heaving shallow breaths, each of its heads riddled with deep gashes. The beast looks like it’s been through hell and back.
A wave of satisfaction washes over me. The plan had worked perfectly.
The bloodhound’s fur is matted with dried blood, a large pool of crimson seeping from under it. All around, the remnants of the clothes we’d tossed are torn beyond recognition, shredded and soaked in blood. It’s a mess.
I whisper, “let’s just each take a head each and unleash our strongest spells and attacks in sync. With how injured it is, even with its high level, we should manage. If not, then get ready to run.”
They both nod. I position Ayame to be in the middle as her strikes reach the farthest so she can help either of us (me) should the need arise in finishing our own assigned head off.
“3… 2… 1… Go!” I count down in an extremely muted tone, and then we unleash our all. Blossom’s gauntleted claws slice at him with blinding speed, ripping skin and bones apart. Ayame jumps in the air and uses a strange plunge attack to send her katana straight through the top of its skull and out its lower jaws.
I activate [Power Strike] and plunge my saber into its eye sockets, hoping to ruin its brain through a more sophisticated method than what my samurai elected to do.
[You’ve slain Three-Headed Bloodhound (Level 32). You’ve gained 2461 XP.]
What? That much for a near death monster whose kill was shared between the three of us? Level 30+ is no joke at all.
Thank you for the meal. However, it doesn’t end there.
“Oh, I’ve finally reached level 15!”
“I’m 14 now!”
The two ladies shout energetically. Ayame had always been level 14 since I knew her, and Blossom 13. This monster gave them the push they needed to advance at long last.
[Assassin lvl 9 → 10]
[Slave Master lvl 9 → 10]
Oh boy.
It is time.
Primordial Villain, all requirements achieved.