Chapter 568 – Somei Yoshino (8)

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Methuselah.

“Ah! Our Father!” – [The War Queen, Undine, before him.]

Rescuing us from the pit seething with lava. The benefactor of all demons, the gracious sovereign! How did you gather the pitiful souls engulfed by the war’s flames, betray our illustrious family, and stand as our representative? With your own flesh, you built a titanic tower, creating our sanctuary. To the most oppressed spirits, you gifted a land of glory, a dimension more abundant than ‘Glaive’.

Our Father waged battles against the colossal trees, securing a pledge from them to not cross the dimensional rift.
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“Methuselah.”

The entity that differentiated the physical and spiritual realms and transformed the pre-existing dungeons into a lair for demons.

Seeing that King Mokryeong established a trial tower for his succession or scattered his artifacts around various dungeons, it’s evident that the magical arts utilized then have been passed down to future generations.

I shifted my gaze downwards, asking Venice, who had bared everything to me,

“Did the Yoshino lineage know the contents of this book?”

Silence.

I stirred her waist while she remained impaled by my cock, turning Venice’s body over. A warm steam ascended from her fully exposed body.

A grey boundary was marked on the spread white blanket. We were into the forty-second hour.

“Did I push too hard? It’s already been two nights.”

Venice was a resilient woman, so draining her required considerable effort. Thus, I indulged for an extended duration, but her body grew increasingly sensitive until she reached this state.

– Squelch.

I firmly grasped and shook her breasts.

“Awake.”

– Squish, squish, squish.

“Ah. Ah… Ah… Ah♡”

A spark of consciousness returned to the eyes of the faint Venice.

“Heh, hah. That book… in this generation… no one had… access… Ah! Swapped it… with another.”

“So, it was made known to the previous generation.”

Venice continually nodded, her body filled with sensation. Well, even if this came to light, the original would have remained secure.

Our World Tree, adept at concealing his own disgrace like a phantom. Indeed, several folktales related to this did exist.

“So the tale of the hero who toppled the Demon King originated here.”

“…A hero?”

“I suspected this story might have been misrepresented.”

The globally bestselling tale of the Hero, a story that is indispensable when discussing the World Tree and humanity. It tells of a human hero who vanquishes an evil king according to the prophecy of the World Tree, and from it emerged the most potent entity, the King of Demons, the Demon King.

“That’s a tale I’m unfamiliar with.”

“Indeed. Given that you’ve spent your whole life confined within a dungeon. Regardless, I understand. The genesis of the spirit realm and the dungeons.”

The dungeons mentioned here are of a primordial nature. The monsters, too, bore a considerable disparity with the ones that inhabit the dungeons of this present era.

‘Dungeon monsters are irrational beasts.’

The monsters we encounter act purely on malevolence and lust, resembling savage creatures.

The World Tree might have orchestrated some machination to warp the dungeon monsters, or perhaps the sentient monsters have long since been driven to extinction.

It could be that the dungeon’s essence has been misconstrued, repurposed much like an aphrodisiac.

“What kind of analogy is that?”

“I have no choice, considering what we’re doing right now is sex.”

“Unbelievable… hold on. If you continue to move, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll…”

The frequency of our climaxes has already crossed into double digits. The volume of semen has diminished, yet it has long since filled the womb. Even when it is released inside, it flows out as incessantly as a cream puff sliced in half.

Lying exhausted, I pull Venice into an embrace and ask. With her arms, Venice luxuriously explores my body.

“There’s something this book doesn’t cover.”

I casually scan over the book I’ve finished reading.

“It says this dungeon was created to prevent the repetition of war?”
“Yes.”
“But, there seems to be no mention of this aspect.”

I understand the contention between the World Tree, humans, and spirits. However, if the dungeon’s purpose is to impart lessons to those who conquer it, it seems somewhat lacking.

“The book is merely a preface… maybe there’s something more substantial hidden beyond. I’ve never seen it though.”
“Do you wish to know the rest of the story?”

Venice’s face falls. Tired yet entrancing, her eyes meet mine and she graces me with a captivating smile.

“…To be honest, yes.”
“Then we must venture together.”

Upon hearing my words, Venice closes her mouth for a moment, then brings her reddened ear to mine and begins to rub it against me.

– Swish. Swish.

A faint warmth remains in her reddened ears. Because of our close proximity, a tantalizing scent of perspiration resonates in my nose.

“I heard that it’s an elven custom, reserved for their dearest companions.”
“Do close friends engage in such acts?”

As I stroke her buttocks, Venice trembles lightly.

“There’s nothing we can’t do. Our souls are intertwined.”
“It means a relationship of dependency.”
“…Yes, dependency.”

Venice looks at me with a faint smile in her weary eyes. She then unexpectedly bursts into laughter.

“I never expected to become the possession of a male. We’ll set off as soon as dawn breaks.”
“Alright.”

It seems we need to cleanse our sullied bodies and traverse to the next gateway. We gaze outside the window, our bodies interconnected. It was dawn, and the sun was rising.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Haengja-nim! Please, don’t leave… Waaahh…”

An absolute nuisance.

Can you comprehend how grating it is when fifty nymphs wail in unison? At the edge of the village, I was attempting to make my departure swiftly. Yet, as if they possessed some uncanny prescience, a choir of nymphs descended upon me, imploring me to stay.

“If only you could stay a little longer, a little bit more. Ohhh…”

As I packed my belongings, I turned to Venice with a questioning look in my eyes.

– What should I do?

Venice, donned in a provocative dress that revealed her ample bosom, responded with a slight curl at the corners of her lips.

– You reap what you sow, deal with it.

An irrefutable declaration of non-involvement. As I resigned myself to respond dispassionately, Venice approached, her voice resonating with authority.

“Partings are inevitable. It’s good that you’ve found a superior male, but one should also know how to bid farewell gracefully.”
“But, but, Elder!”
“Didn’t the Elder partake for two days straight!”
“…That’s the Elder’s prerogative.”

Waaaahh!!

The nymphs wailed like a chorus of tree frogs. Venice scratched her cheek awkwardly, then sidled up to me and started to unbutton my trousers.

“What should I do now?”
“Is there any other choice? Strip.”
“…?”
“We must compensate for depleting the nymphs’ vitality.”

Indeed, I had charmed a few of them into forming connections. But, weren’t more than forty of them here out of their own volition?

“Men shouldn’t be timid.”
“No, wait.”
“Nymphs, line up one by one.”

In an instant, they all fell into line, waiting for their turn with surprising efficiency.

“I’m the first one!”

The first peddler nymph I encountered here approached, hands clasped in anticipation. Venice undid my trousers, revealing my erect cock, and began to stroke it with her delicate hands.

– Thump, thump. Thump.

“…Venice.”
“I won’t do more, peddler nymph. This should be sufficient, right?”
“Sufficient! Parting is sorrowful, but the semen I received this time will sustain me, the peddler nymph!”
“What nonsense.”

There was no other way. I leaned slightly forward, adjusting my posture for Venice’s convenience. She pressed her lips to my cheek, seemingly enjoying the process. The peddler nymph knelt down, brought her nose to my cock, and took a deep breath.

“Sniff. An enticing aroma!”

‘I must have truly lost my sanity.’

Were they reading my thoughts due to our bond? Venice’s eyes sparkled with increasing delight at my predicament.

“Hurry up and finish. Delaying it now will only waste time.”

– Woosh!

I had no choice but to channel my power, accelerating my impending climax. A torrent of creamy semen erupted, splattering all over the nymph’s eager face and hands.

“…So thick… Ahh… It’s potent.”

The peddler nymph, careful not to spill, collected my semen meticulously into a prepared vial.

Unwilling to waste the remaining semen, she licked between her fingers. Then, as if offering a toast, she hoisted high a vial filled with the essence.

“To the peddler nymph’s heirloom, may it be as bountiful as a three-breasted woman!”
“Please, refrain from such words.”

I caressed her head, before turning to the next in line. An imposing soldier nymph stood next, his stature matching my own at two meters tall. The soldier nymph approached me, brazenly meeting the Elder’s gaze.

“I wish to use my mouth, Elder.”
“Ah, indeed?”

The elder seemed relieved, perhaps his hand had grown tired.

Without hesitation, the nymph knelt and took my manhood into her mouth, her tongue working with evident pleasure. Despite the difficulty of breathing, she clung to my cock, refusing to release it.

“Slurping, mmm… Ah, good sir…”

– Whistle!

The nymph continued to swallow the sticky and tasteless fluid as if it were the finest nectar. Could they believe my seed to be some form of elixir?

Venice busied herself with a small wooden box she had procured from who knows where, collecting the nymphs’ pink stones.

“Now, place the pink stones you’ve gathered into this box. Remember, payment is due.”
“Yes, Elder!”

The nymphs responded with gusto. Those stones, after all, held the power to enhance my strength.

Venice winked at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Was she seeking approval for her actions? I could only respond with a hollow laugh.

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“You’re an hour late.”
“An hour seems a small price to satisfy fifty women, no?”
“Look at your words.”
“And your words differ how?”
“Fair point.”

At present, I am moving towards the gate, guided by Venice without any interference.

The monsters we encounter along the way are mere ants, posing no significant threat at our level.

“I’m bored. Speak, Si-heon Lee.”

Following days of intense physical encounters, Venice seemed to be craving something new. She took a keen interest in stories from my world and information about me.

“I asked you not to use my name.”
“With the forest vast around us, and no one in sight, does it truly matter? We are friends, are we not? Friends use each other’s names.”
“Do as you wish.”

She would conduct herself appropriately. Our relationship was such that she would not cause me harm. Currently, Venice held my hand lightly, giving it a gentle shake.

“So, when is the next tale?”
“…”
“Your stories are as engaging as my own. I had not anticipated the bond between spirits and humans to bring about such an effect.”

Upon clearing this dungeon, Venice would vanish from my life, forever.

Even the nymphs are not exempt. The creatures Kkingkking, Mingming, and the Rabbit, all too, will eventually face the eternal end.

If one were to say this was a sorrowful reality, perhaps not quite so.
To them, life was akin to a curse. Venice was sufficiently pessimistic about her own existence. Even if my presence were to intertwine with hers, it could not alter Venice’s mindset.

Bound in a relationship of dependency, I could perceive her emotions with heightened clarity.

‘…That’s why I revealed it to you.’

On the road leading to the gate, I unfolded to Venice my tale, one that I seldom share.
Emotions and narratives that I had tightly held within since I made my resolution three years ago.

“Isn’t that positive?”
“What exactly is positive?”
“When a spirit or a human harbors too many burdens within, they are prone to maladies. A man like you, scarred and wounded, is especially susceptible. A wolf, yearning to be dependable for the female, always carries at least one sorrowful memory.”

Venice forcefully clenched her hand.
This being was a superior spirit. Through our dependency, he comprehends my muddled emotions perhaps better than anyone.

Even though it’s far removed from emotions that are intricately entwined, not requiring words, much like those with my mentor.
This instantaneous yet profound exchange seemed to be a phenomenon exclusive to humans and spirits.

“Hmm.”
“I understand your inclination to prevent harm to yourself as much as possible. It’s not merely about physical harm but emotional too.”
“……”
“For a spirit destined to perish, it would be better for you to speak your heart out. Furthermore…”

Venice mustered an incongruous smile, her face marked with dark circles.

“You mentioned we were friends, did you not?”
“…Indeed.”

Unable to come up with a counter, I found myself simply digesting and ruminating over her words.