Chapter 583 – Venice (4)

[Crack, creeeeeeak!!]

Now the king of the woodland, there is a duty to perform. Embracing the woman of my desire at every whim is no longer an option.

【The gracious gift of the traveler, bestowed upon the wicked woman!】
【Be aware of the gratitude!】
【Spread your legs wider!】

The initiation of the phantom. Venice watches me, the captive father, awaiting the moment when she removes my attire. The elf, seemingly proud of her role in the undressing, delicately strokes my lower parts, urging the commencement of our union.

Venice wraps my glans with her hand, gently scratching the top to stimulate the sensitive area. Yet to be fully aroused, she takes it into her mouth, suckling until it is fully erect before revealing it again.

“Heehee, heehng~”
“Do you find such pleasure in this?”
“Naturally.”

I find myself used as a noble instrument of vengeance. It’s a request from my friend Venice, and thus I find the strength to fulfill it.

Taking a woman is no problem, but whether it will be of any help remains uncertain. With Venice’s assistance, I present my now engorged member to the father.

The father gazes upon my twitching member, a face of absolute terror etched upon his features.

[…….]
“I have a question. Why didn’t you summon Erinies?”
[What…. how do you know that name?]
“I came to this dungeon because of her.”

In response to my candid confession, the father’s brows furrow in defiance.

[…I will never summon her.]
“Do you refuse to bestow such a power upon the conqueror who has breached all your gates?”
[Isn’t what you have sufficient?]

There is no interest, no curiosity, let alone any sexual desire for the father. It’s just that Venice’s emotions are so fervent that they must be quelled.

To subdue a phantom encountered briefly in a dungeon, it’s a small price to pay for a friend.

‘I must be losing my mind too.’

Even as I entertain such thoughts, I draw a step closer to the father. Bound by nymphs, his arms and legs are immobile.

With his thighs spread wide, his arms held fast, he can only glare at me with eyes still teeming with life.

“Will you not resist?”
[…I’m not one to shy away from a bet.]
“If you summon the queen peacefully, I will release you.”
[I absolutely refuse. Are you asking me to betray my friend? Do you know what you could do to my friend?]

Despite the blush of shame on his face, the father speaks his truth.

[…You two are indeed suitable partners. I can admit that. But you are not good ones. Your methods bear no significant difference from those of our generation, who terrorized the spirits.]

In that moment, Venice, holding me from behind, whispers to the father. Her gentle fingers trace up and down my lower regions.

“Do you find it satisfying?”
[…You. I’m sorry. But that method is…]
“Siheon, silence her with a plug in this woman’s pussy.”

Abi clenched her eyes shut.

“Why should pleasure be an issue? It was much more potent when it was perverted like this, wasn’t it? Even when confronting the legendary Elementalist.”
[…It was merely that individual power was ludicrously strong.]
“I despise females bearing such staunch pride.”

Venice, having seemingly forgotten her own gender, pushed against my back, bringing our sexes into contact.

Abi’s breath hitched, and I employed a little strength to thrust inward. Venice, who had been gently caressing the joining area, looked down at Abi, engrossed in her sense of superiority.

“After all, once you’re penetrated, you’ll be rendered speechless.”
[Again, I must say…!]

-Thump!

A slick entrance opened, and the engorged member pierced into Abi’s most intimate place.

[Ah!? So infinitely deep…!]

As if to verify her lack of any previous experience, Abi’s inner walls attempted to expel my intrusion. The nymph shrieked, releasing Abi from her bindings. Abi, unknowing that she had smacked her head on the floor, writhed her toes in the anguish of lost virginity.

-Groan, groan!

The steady clenching indicated a not-so-bad response.

[…This rough method… I despise it. At the very least, show some tenderness.]

Abi, her face contorted in a grimace, clings tearfully.

“Hmm, you’ll start to enjoy it soon, won’t you?”
[How could this be enjoyable…?]
“Hey~ Of course, it will be. You’re a woman, aren’t you?”

Venice, eyeing Abi’s lower abdomen, smirked. Her vagina exuded clear arousal. Abi’s body was more than adequate to be claimed by the king, contrary to Venice’s initial thought.

[It hurts… Ah! Ugh!]
“Pull out?”
[Yes, pull out…]

Abi nodded her head earnestly.

“Then, it would be a pleasure to see your friend’s face once.”
[That, I cannot allow.]
“What do you think I’m doing? It’s merely a conversation.”
[Are you talking about body communication again… Ah! Ah! …What? What is this…]

-Thump!

As I moved my hips vigorously, she began to respond. Abi, her face a canvas of confusion, resisted the pleasure while her cheeks flamed.

Despite human bodies not being my forte, seeing it arouse so dutifully, it seemed Venice’s guess was on point.

-Wham! Wham!

As I thrust my hips hard towards the engorged vagina, moans echoed.

[Ah, ah… Ah! This is… This is…!]
“I told you, I despise prideful females.”

Venice, who had wrapped her arms around my back, heaved Abi with all her might.

[This… Ah!? This is a matter of pride…!]
“It is a matter of pride. Look, our magnificent creator’s vagina is cleanly sucking the penis, isn’t it?”
[Stop saying that… Ahhh!!]

Venice isn’t typically one to talk so crudely, but her emotions seem more intense than expected.

I moved in silence, acting as Venice’s tool. Abi, shedding tears, leaked her arousal. Not much later, Abi, pleading, tried to extract herself from me.

Unbeknownst to herself, Venice was behind Abi, her grasp on his body adjusting his posture for a more comfortable penetration.

“Enough. Please…!” he gasped.
“A female doesn’t confront a male,” she replied.
“That…that way of thinking!”
“So?”

Venice’s words, icily dismissing Abi’s refusal, hung in the air.

“Do you feel something unusual? Because I feel nothing at all.”
“…!”

Unmindful of my gaze, she whispered something into Abi’s ear. Despite the pleasure coursing through him, Abi nodded, his face pale.

“You created this elf spirit, didn’t you? You crafted my thoughts as well. Who instilled this barbaric thinking?”
“The dungeon… I didn’t create it alone…”
“So what? Should I track them down to their graves to unleash my fury?”
“Revenge won’t yield… beneficial outcomes.”
“That’s not for you to say.”

Receiving the seed of a dominant male is bliss. It’s natural for a male to mount a female. Females exist to procreate, thus accepting seeds in any way is irrelevant.

Such a primitive and inferior concept for a mere spirit to hold. If it had absorbed even an iota of human culture, it wouldn’t entertain such thoughts.

Spirits and Elves were adversaries in a long-standing war. Can we definitively say there’s no prejudice in the views of subsequent generations?

Venice, with her elf-like form, would have been the object of deep-seated hatred for the spirits. She could have instilled and altered thoughts as she pleased. The malicious upheavals at the second gateway were indeed orchestrated by Venice, the elder.

Merely a punching bag. That’s the purpose of Venice’s existence.

“Abi, you don’t understand a single thing about me.”

I’m aware of Venice’s resentment. That’s why I silently participated in her revenge. There was no advantage for me in terrifying Abi, a human and a corpse.

“I don’t know how many years I’ve been tormented. What joy could there be in the life of a spirit, merely a villain in this childish drama?”
“Ah, ah… ah!”
“You’re their representative, right? You have to manage. If you screw up, be prepared to bear their resentment.”

Venice’s words were also intended for me.

A vital lesson for me, who would lead the forces as a king in the future. Even amidst her outpouring of wrath, she was concerned about my path ahead.

“It’s finished. You’re the remaining representative here. If you lack the strength to resist resentment, you’ll end up like this.”
“Ha, ha… ah…”
“It’s nothing compared to my resentment. Just a round of sex? I’m remarkably patient.”

– Throb!

Abi’s vagina spasmed violently, drenched with the outpour of his love juices.

With a disconcerted expression, Venice murmured at me,

“Be cautious.”

Those words were undeniably directed at me.

“Abi, because you’ve tried to protect something, others inevitably suffer. Damned if it isn’t so. That’s how this dungeon operates.”

The world beyond was unknown to Venice, yet she surmised it was likely the same.

“What atrocities did those nymphs perpetrate upon future generations?”
[…]
“They were far crueler than we are now. Striking, killing, plundering. Torturing for amusement. Why? Because we are but dungeons, devoid of material form. And you, in your ignorance, revealed this through the architecture of the dungeon!”
[…Ah, ah…]

At the height of his climax, Abi moaned and trembled.
After Venice fell away from Abi, she returned to my side.
Her ragged breath subsided quite rapidly.

“This one is no different.”
“…Yeah.”
“However, he’s tolerable. After all, life is rife with injustices, right?”
“…….”

“Life is unfair,” Venice chortled, perhaps having learned these outside phrases from my memory.

“It’s a lie. You were supposed to be the one to kill me.”
“And if I exclude that?”
“You’re just as despicable.”

Such a steadfast companion.

The departed Abi, unable to calm his lingering agitation, kept repeating the same words.

[Had I known… I would be used like this… I would have rather…]

He seemed to regret creating this space, tears streaming down Abi’s face.
Listening to the tale of future generations must have shattered his spirit.
Venice moistened her lips, then brought hers to mine.

This time even her tongue joined in.

“Chu-uh, chuk…”

She grasped my cheeks with both hands, stroking my head. After a long while, Venice broke the kiss and laughed teasingly.
Then she turned to look at Abi, who was still lost in regret.

“He’s good-natured. But he was foolish.”

Perhaps the intent to create a dungeon and teach a lesson to the spirit mage was noble.
Unfortunately, such intentions often fail to align.

‘In reality, how could he consider the spirits within the dungeon?’

Guessing.
But such should not be said to Venice, who gained life and sensibility within the dungeon.

Venice was undeniably a living spirit and an elf.

“Abi.”
[…Yes.]
“Should you be punished further?”
[Do as you wish….]

Abi nodded, his will seemingly completely broken.
Could he be the god of gaslighting?

Venice looked at me as if to say, ‘So it is?’

“What should I do?”
“Take him. I’m not the one wearing a cock.”

It seemed Venice’s vengeance was yet to be fulfilled.
Seeing Venice’s stern insistence, I had no choice but to spend a considerable amount of time with her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Spirits, humans, gods.

Three ancient species that remain in the modern era, basking in their prime.

During the time when the World Tree was reordering the chaotic world, Erinies, born under the positive energy of the World Tree, was extraordinary from birth.

They say reincarnation.

All life on this plane meets death, its essence diffusing as magical energies, the raw materials that gave birth to the primordial spirits in manifold forms.

Among these, a scant few were graced with the miracle of reincarnation, carrying with them the memories and powers of their erstwhile lives. Yet, this was not Erinies’ tale. She was a being born imbued with a singular, grave duty.

“Erinies.”
“Yes, Father.”

Methuselah — a divine entity in the realm of spirits, reigning as the progenitor of all spirits.

Erinies was the solitary recipient of his power during his lifetime.

“This crown represents one of the three primal forces shaping our world.”
“…What do you mean?”
“This force, in whatever form it takes, must persist… Destruction is inconsequential, but one crown must remain unscathed.”
“Excuse me?”

Methuselah presented the crown to Erinies. A crown formed from a large branch, its leaves shimmering with a golden hue.

“One for the human realm. One for the natural world. Its manifestation is unknown, yet certain is… it possesses the power to subvert even predestined fate. The crown bestowed with the most power… has long vanished from the human realm.”

Only one crown must remain unharmed. He imparted this wisdom, urging her to safeguard the crown to the very end against impending calamity. Methuselah entrusted Erinies with this destiny.

“What you choose to do with this power is your decision.”
“What do you mean?”
“You will understand in due course.”

In time, she would take responsibility for settling disputes within the human realm.

Erinies could not shake off memories of her audacious childhood travels.

Days spent laughing with a girl while sitting at the edge of murky waters. Times when danger was a hair’s breadth away. Instances when she was almost dismissed as a lifeless entity by those who coveted the crown.

She yearned to spend her life with the girl, yet the immense power of the crown forced Erinies to part ways to protect her.

She wanted to reunite.
But time had already slipped through her fingers.

Her father, the spirit mage, had drawn his last breath, forever asleep within the depths of the dungeon.

A person who was like family, whom she had to bid farewell with tears in her eyes.
That was her reality.

-Clatter.

“…!”
“Mama?”

Eleanor blinked and asked. A dish fell and rolled on the floor, creating a merry cacophony.

‘…The pact has been renewed.’

Her father had awakened in some form.
A moment when Erinies’s heart twisted in turmoil.