Chapter 563 – Tormenting the Nymph II

When I shrugged off the cumbersome load, the sweat-soaked back of the nymph came into view.
No matter my actions, this creature was utterly captivated by the endearing rabbit.

– Tap, tap.

One by one, I undid the buttons on the nymph’s back, revealing her smooth, pale skin.
Sweat beads had gathered on her slender wing bones. As I traced the sweat pooled between the wing bones on her back with my fingers, I felt her body shudder.

“Nymph.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Your load is quite heavy, what do you usually do?”
“I am a travelling merchant nymph! There is nothing I don’t sell, nothing I don’t buy!”
“Ah…is that so? Then, can you sell that rabbit too?”
“Gasp! You mean, can you buy the bunny nymph?”

The nymph’s face lit up with a brief smile before she fell into a sullen silence, bowing her head.
Her slightly elongated ears fluttered.

“I would really, really like to sell! But the travelling merchant nymph has nothing valuable enough to exchange for the world’s cutest bunny nymph…”
“It’s simple, you could give me your body.”
“…This bunny nymph is worth far more than my body…”

How odd.

“For the travelling merchant nymph is not as cute as the bunny nymph…”
[Squeak?]
“Ahuhu… so adorable. I want to buy it.”

The nymph clutched the rabbit tightly, crying out in a melancholic tone. It seems she operates her business however she pleases, even pricing items according to her whims.

“Is that so?”

Even amidst this idle chatter, my caresses continued.
Like handling a chestnut, I gently massaged the small nymph’s back. I pressed my thumb between her wing bones and stroked her furry nape.

Each touch infused with mana, there was no greater comfort for a spirit.
My mana seemed to have an exciting effect on spirits.

“Uhmm…”

Drops of sweat trickled down her body, as if she was overheating.

“Then let’s make a deal.”
“Hmm?”
“In exchange for borrowing the bunny, I will make use of your body too.”
“Heavens, that’s right. I just realized I haven’t paid for touching the bunny nymph! Please, do as you wish!”

Although the process was peculiar, I received her consent.
I slipped my hand underneath the nymph’s loose clothing, gently caressing her petite yet supple breasts.

“Why are you touching the travelling merchant nymph’s breasts?”

A nymph devoid of carnal knowledge wouldn’t realize she was engaging in a sexual act until the moment of impending pain.
I gently teased the nymph’s nipple.

“It tickles…”

Little by little, the travelling merchant nymph, who was petting the rabbit, began to respond.

“Hah, huh… Uh? Huh??”
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s strange. I’m feeling a little hot…”

A lascivious glint lurked in the eyes of the travelling merchant nymph.
Like an aphrodisiac, my hand, abundant with magic, continued to caress her endlessly. Before long, the nymph opened her mouth and began panting heavily.

“Ah… Ah, ah… . Ah! Please, Hae-nul, hold on… Don’t pull the nipple… !”
“Why?”
“It’s prickling… It’s prickling!”
“I told you I’d use your body temporarily in place of the rabbit.”
“Are you, are you renting…. It mustn’t break… .”

In other words, it feels like her body is on the verge of breaking.

“It’s alright, it won’t break.”
“Oh, ah!! Don’t pull… ! Ugh, oh!!”

I tugged the nymph’s nipple all the way.
The response is promising.

“Hiyaaa… !”

– Prickling.

The nymph clutched my thigh and writhed. The white triangular panties she was wearing became damp. I removed the nymph’s trousers.

“Hae-nul, just a moment… Huak!”
“Why.”
“I peed, I soiled myself… . There, it’s dirty.”

The small piece of white cloth comes off, scraping the thighs and the groin.
In my attempts to forcibly remove her underwear, the nymph’s legs stretch out as if reaching for the sky.

“Heeek!!”

Even the rabbit I was holding gets dropped, the nymph flickers in my hand.

When her legs are spread wide, the nymph’s vagina and butt are crudely exposed.

“Woo, whoa… whoa… . Don’t look… .”
“Why.”
“I, I’m not a nymph who does things like this… . I only make a mistake once a week. I did it two days ago… So I shouldn’t… .”
“You do pee.”
“All nymphs go through bed mistakes… . Hick!?”

The nymph’s sentence gets cut off.
The hard texture felt from her buttocks.

When I slightly take off my pants, a large cock springs out.

“Hae-nul, what is this… ?”
“They call it a cock.”
“A cock? I’ve never seen a nymph with something like this… .”
“This will enter your body.”
“How, how?”

After rubbing the tip of the glans against the soft thighs a few times, I point it towards the hole of the nymph’s buttocks.

“Here.”
“…Ah, it can’t go in! Moreover, it’s a dirty hole… !”
“It will go in.”

Time is pressing. I slap the nymph’s vagina with my hand, which is brimming with my power.

-Splash.

“Hiik, Huuuk! Again, prickling… .”

As soon as she reacts, I move my hips.
As the nymph’s buttock hole widens, the hard cock scrapes out the coiled intestines.

“Uh, Five grains!!”

Maybe because she is small, the nymph lets out painful moans rather than screams.
The nymph’s body, with her eyes slightly raised, droops.

-Squelch.

When I pull out and thrust again, only then does the nymph regain consciousness.

“Uh… Uh. Hae-nul… It hurts… The nymph is breaking… !”

It isn’t breaking.

‘The switch should be somewhere here.’

I attempt to locate the nymph’s weak spot, shaking my hips from side to side.
Based on the relationship so far, the spirit’s switch is right here.

A deep place that’s hard to reach with ordinary genitals.
When the massive cock enters entirely, the eyes of the nymph, the peddler, tremble greatly.

-Pop♡

“Ugh?!”

The nymph reacts differently.
Her voice echoes inside me, stirring up lust.

“Ah… Ah! Ah! Something’s odd… You’re odd!”
“How do you feel?”
“It’s good… but, uh, ahhh!”

Her nectar glistens on her rear, droplets falling one by one.
As I flick her smooth ass, water splashes down.

-Zip!

“I need a break… Please, I need rest… Please let me go…”
“No.”
“Ahh, please, have mercy!!”

-Swish!

A waterfall cascading down, the steam barely visible.
The nymph, a peddler, covers her face with her hands, unable to hold back her pee.

Such humiliation doesn’t last long.

At first, it’s repulsive, but as greater pleasure follows, the spirit quickly becomes crude.
The same happens with humans.

“Uh, huh… Heh!”

Even when she climaxes intensely, I don’t let go. I haven’t reached my peak yet.
I grasp her buttocks firmly, repeating the movement of my hips.

-Squish, squish.

“Ugh… Ugh…. Ahhhhhhh…. Your cock is so hard… I feel like my ass is breaking….”

The nymph climaxes again.

“Good… Good… Ah! Ah! This is my first time…!”

With each thrust, she yelps.
The petite nymph, leaning against me, sticks out her tongue, panting heavily.
Her damp lower half has left a wet spot on the floor.

I quicken my pace.

“I’m going harder.”
“Harder… Ah… Harder…?”

-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Ahhhh, ohhh… Ohhh!”

Her buttocks jiggle as I thrust harder.
Her eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I pin her down, preventing her from moving.

-Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Huh, ugh… Ahhhhhhhhhhh!?”

She climaxes intensely.
Simultaneously, I ejaculate, filling her insides.
A pink stone is engraved on the nymph’s head.

“…Pant, pant. You… I love it….”

She falls forward, her ass sticking out in an unsightly manner, mumbling.

[Kyung,]

A rabbit watches the sight, tilting its head.
The cute bunny I loved so much. The peddler nymph didn’t care about the rabbit.

* * * * * * * * * * *

“Elder, elder! The peddler nymph has returned!”

At the nymph’s bright cry, doors open from each house, and spirits welcome the nymph.

“Are you back already, the peddler’s nymph!”
“She’s already back!”
“Welcome, nymph! But… Who’s that behind you?”

Nymphs. Nymphs. Nymphs. Nymphs.

All around, nothing but nymphs.

From a petite nymph barely reaching 140cm, to a towering nymph exceeding 2m in height. There’s an endearing woman carrying a basket brimming with cherries. Even a formidable warrior clad in armor. A veritably nymph-populated village, where all sorts of nymphs make up the community.

‘It seems not all are nymphs, however.’

While nymphs are plentiful, there’s also a significant presence of other spirits. This place is, in essence, an optimal site for strength-building. Fatigue is inevitable, but it appears necessary to rest here for a day or two.

“May I inquire who’s behind you? The merchant nymph!”
“The Haengja-nim is exceptionally powerful!”

Two nymphs engage in conversation. The merchant nymph introduces me with a sunny disposition, her damp thighs squirming as she elaborates.

“…And, he possesses something truly remarkable.”
“Really? I’d love to see it. This remarkable thing!”
“That would be nice, but the priority is to take him to the elders!”
“Right you are! Esteemed nymphs! We must expedite the escort of Haengja-nim to the elder!”

Chit-chat. Chit-chat. Nymphs muttering and clinging to my side, guiding me somewhere. I’m escorted by the nymphs to the grandest mansion in the village.

“Elder! Elder!”

The merchant nymph is the first to holler.

“Elder!”
“Elder!”

Following suit, the other nymphs call out in unison.

-Creak.

Before long, the door swings open. A woman with silver-gray hair, donned in a delicate silk nightgown, appears, her brow furrowed.

‘…Her face isn’t visible.’

The elder spirit residing in the nymph village. The first thought that strikes me as I gaze upon her is her exceptional command of magic.

The elder’s face appears blurred. It’s a sophisticated spell that distorts perception. With my abilities, I can dispel it, but given its high level, I risk being discovered by her.

“What brings you here?”
“Elder, elder! We’ve brought a distinguished traveler!”
“Give us your praise!”

The merchant nymph boldly cries out first. The woman, referred to as the elder, glances at the nymph, sighs as if weary, then turns her attention to me.

“Again… come in. I’ll provide accommodations.”

Again? Her tone, hinting at a sense of weariness, grates on my nerves.

I nod in acknowledgment and enter the elder’s mansion. The adorable nymphs disperse from the mansion with a playful chatter.

“You’ve done well, looking after the nymphs.”
“Yes, well.”

One mustn’t forget that this is a dungeon. The elder guides me to a chair by the table. After a casual bow, I take my seat.

“You’re a face I haven’t seen before.”
“You must have seen plenty of others.”

“Indeed. I’ve seen enough to bore me. Well, not that it’s your concern. You desire to cross the threshold, no?”

The elder, swiftly going to the heart of the matter. To her, I posed my question.

“Do you understand well the ecology of this dungeon?”

The elder shrugged once, then, perhaps due to her chest, she rotated her arms to alleviate a perceived strain in her shoulders.

“How could I not? This is a place that remains unaltered, no matter the deeds committed within.”

An immutable dungeon, could that be what she meant? Fascinating. Normally, those who inhabit such immutable dungeons are often oblivious to their own destiny. However, hearing the elder’s words, it seemed she understood her cyclical existence more than anyone else could.

“But then—”
“That’s enough.”

Abruptly, the elder rapped on her table, interrupting my words.

“I shall give you three tasks. Complete one, and you will be allowed passage to the next gateway.”
“…”

One task was to solve a murder mystery in the village. The second, to fell a rampaging spirit. The third, to find a document from the realm of spirits.

Having relayed her instructions, the elder promptly dismissed me.

– Squeak.

The moment I opened the door and stepped outside, I was greeted by the nymph of the peddler.

“I’ll guide you to where you’ll be staying!”

Her eyes sparkled with lascivious intent. Silently, the nymph sidled up to me, and tightly clasped my hand.

“For how long do you plan on staying…?”
“A day or two.”
“Ah!”

The nymph’s hand, startled, began to bead with sweat.

Soon we arrived at a humble cabin. As I stepped inside, the nymph followed me in.

“Wasn’t it enough to just introduce me to the place?”
“Um, traveller…?”

Just as I suspected. The nymph, a peddler who had followed me all the way to the bedroom, was now openly showing interest in me, her hand rubbing her groin.

“Um, you see…”

Her hand covered her buttocks, her words timid and embarrassed. Her face bore a look of longing.