Prologue
Friday. Dusky orange Sun. Dry, cool mid-Autumn wind. Classes all but finished for the week. It’s the perfect time for the students of Whitebridge
College to go into town for a night out. A group of friends are getting ready to head out in their car when one of them spots a figure walking by.
“Hey Christie! Wanna come grab a drink with us?” A girl of the group asks.
“Oh no, I can’t. I’m really sorry! I’m very busy this weekend, I promise next time, okay?” The girl in question put her hands together apologetically.
“No worries! See you next week then!” The girl smiles and waves, before getting into the car and riding away.
Christie An is a junior year college student with a bit of a tomboyish style. She sports a head of black hair in a rebellious bob cut. Her dark hazel
eyes had been described by her friends as having “a gloomy intensity,” which contrasted sharply with her cute, perky nose and rosy thin lips.
Her go to wardrobe is a pair of denim short shorts with black Converse and black stockings that goes just below her shorts. Her upper body is
often topped with a plain white crop top and a black leather jacket. She consistently gets top grades in her classes, and her body is always kept
toned and slender with soft, creamy skin.
With features such as these it’s not hard to imagine that Christie is fairly popular, she constantly gets invited out to bars, karaoke, parties, or sports
games. Christie though, usually keeps to herself, but she does occasionally answer the call to hang out, most often being games such as tennis,
badminton, or even basketball. This meant that somehow, Christie manages to stay well liked, especially with the guys, yet still keeps an air of
mysteriousness while spending most of her time alone.
“Aaah~ finaaally home~” Christie kicks off her shoes, throws her leather jacket on the sofa, and heads straight into her room. Plop! She slumps
into her bed and begins to snuggle her giant Kirby plushie. Looking around, her room is surrounded by shelves full of figurines. Anime, video
game, manga, comic book characters, you name it. Her walls are covered with posters of similar characters.
“Hmmm let’s see… Probably just one or two bosses until the Elden Beast… Shouldn’t take all night, which leaves time to watch… Hmm, the new
Batman looks waaay too buff… Oh, right! The new season of Overlord is coming out next week...”
Yep, these are the hobbies that the popular Christie is really into. Ever since she was a kid, she had always liked “boy things” such as video games
and sports more. And being an Asian, she naturally got more exposed to eastern Anime as well. However, the older she grew, the more other kids would tease her about her hobbies, and of course her Asian parents would lecture her about “traditional womanly” etiquettes non-stop. This made Christie learn to hide her real interests and engage socially with superficially more accepted things like tomboy fashion and being more physically oriented. One might think that Christie may feel oppressed, but she is actually quite content with her current routines.
“Oh yes, all the assignments due next week are already finished. School work is such a breeze, I get all weekend to do whatever I want! Let’s see…
After I finish Elden Ring… Silksong is coming out soon, right?... All the new stuff this season looks superb, too! So many options!”
“Aaahhh, life’s too good……HUUH!? EEEEHH!!???”
A blinding light suddenly engulfs Christie’s room. She tries to block it with her hands and closes her eyes, but even then, all she sees is a flash of
scorching white burning through her eyelids. She loses contact with her bed, she is…floating? She frantically wiggles her limbs around, but they touch nothing. A moment later, the light is gone and her body drops to the ground.
“Owww, wha-what happened?” It took a minute for Christie’s eyes to readjust. This time, she’s in pitch darkness. The floor feels cold and smooth,
like marble. This is definitely not the wooden, partially carpeted floor of her room.
“He...Hello?” Christie asks, looking frantically around, she still cannot see anything. She starts to panic a little.
Another ray of light shone in Christie’s eyes, this time much gentler. Although it carried with it no heat, she could swear it felt like a gentle caress
on her skin. This crown of light seems to come from up top. Christie’s gaze follows it to its source, and she is shocked to find a figure slowly
descending towards her.
“Fear nought, childe.” A feminine voice echoed. Christie found herself calming down instantly. This voice sounds youthful, yet soothing and ethereal
at the same time. She focuses on making out the source of the voice.
The first thing to enter her vision is a pair of bare feet. They are slender, curved with the perfect shape of arch. Pale, white skin, but not to the point
of looking sickly, and a shade of rosy red coming through her toes, soles, then extending through her insteps down to her heels. As the figure
keeps on slowly descending, the angle of Christie’s gaze changed and she’s seeing the top of the feet now. The ankles are covered by the bottom
of a white, frilly dress. She cannot see any bare skin above it, but the hazy outline of long, slim shapes betrays the cover and unveils the form of
slender legs underneath.
Christie cannot bring herself to move her gaze while the figure keeps lowering down, now she’s seeing the upper half of
the body. A thin, golden loop is tied around the waist like a belt, separating the top and bottom of an hourglass-like physique. The full picture of
the garment comes along, the figure is wearing a white Peplos-like cloth. The chest comes into view: moderately busty, a size or half larger than
her own. It is also covered by the smooth material that extends a single line up to and around to the back, revealing the bare shoulders. Her arms
are slighted extended, with the palms open in a welcoming manner.
At this point, Christie notices the striking feature that divulges the figure’s true identity: a pair of dove-like wings on her back, large enough to cover the whole length of her body. She breaks out of her trance and her eyes immediately dart up to confirm… It is there, after all. A shining, round halo floats atop the figure’s head. She quickly shifts her gaze down, past a head covered by golden blonde strands that extends down just past the shoulders.
At last, Christie now gazes directly at the figure’s face. Perfectly symmetrical, well-rounded shape with curvy edges. Pale, yet fair complexion just like her bare feet, with a slight hint of rosy red on her cheeks. Perfectly round, sapphire blue eyes glisten as if they are radiating their own light. Perfect ruby red, heart shaped lips, curled up in a slight smile.
Perfectly sculpted nose. Perfect eyebrows. Perfect lashes. Perfect…perfect…
Perfect.
Absolutely divinely perfect.
These are the only words Christie could think of to describe what she’s seeing. She doesn’t notice it, but her mouth is slightly agape with a thin
line of drool coming out. And even though she’s never liked girls that way, her heart skipped a beat upon seeing that angelic face.
The figure finishes her descension and is now facing Christie at eye level, standing just a couple meters away. She opens her mouth and that sweet
voice rang out once more.
“Mine name be Anisfia. I am cometh to welcome thee into a new worlde. A worlde of magik and fantasie, but full of strif and hardship abideth thee.”
Ahhh… I could stare at her and listen all day… She’s so… Wait, what did she just say? Christie snapped out of her daydream. A new world?
Magic? Welcome me? That means… that I… she quickly put together what’s going on. She always fantasized about this exact scenario, but now
that she is actually here, she is feeling overwhelmingly…
“Ther is glorious purpose awaiting to be y-done. I am the one tasked to charge thee of this purpose. Raise thine eyes, and-”
“Wait! Hold on! Something’s wrong here! I shouldn’t be here!” Christie interrupts, her voice trembling.
“… ...uh, raise thine eyes! And behold the-”
“I said wait! Ms. Angel, there must be a mistake here! H-How did I even die? I was just in my room! Shouldn’t there be a truck at least?!” Christie is
full on panicking. “My parents! They can’t just- they’ll… I will-”
“Are you off your rockers or something? You sure don’t seem dead to me, you nequam.”
“eh?”
“Hmm?”
…
Who just said that? Christie looks around, the only other figure around is still the divine angel before her. Surely she…
“So, uh… I’m not dead?” Christie asks timidly.
“Maybe I seriously misunderstood something about your world, but the dead don’t typically stand around and converse with people, right?”
The angel before her answered.
Christie could not argue against that.
“So… I’m…not just a soul either? I’m ALIVE alive?”
“Oh My Gabriel! You DO HAVE a body, right? You can FEEL it? Can you SEE me? How can you just be a QEP Matrix right now?” Anisfia seems
flustered.
“Uh…Sorry?” Christie is at an absolutely loss for words.
“Sigh…Now where was I… Ahem! Raise thine eyes, and behold the golden light of Celestiel! Thou shalt be…be…”
“…?”
Anisfia spins around with her back to Christie and snaps her fingers, a thick book appears in her hands. “After Celestiel, after Celestiel…here!” She
quickly flips through the pages. “If candidate is calm and oriented, go to Section CXI, article (2), read from line (p)…No that, if subject exhibits
confusion, Section CXIII, choose accordingly from article (8)…Wait, is this even regular confusion? Never had someone ramble about being dead
while clearly alive…Ugh! I was supposed to SAVE time on this!”
Christie looks on in utter bewilderment as the angel mumbles to herself. Her internal image of angels, and, specifically this figure before her, is
starting to rapidly deteriorate. “Um…If I’m alive, then…this isn’t one of those reincarnating settings? This a direct summon, right?”
Anisfia suddenly flips around, her eyes beaming. “Yes! That’s right! You were summoned here! So you DO know what’s going on!” She throws the
book down, rushes to Christie and grabs her shoulders. “Tell me, tell me! Everything that you think is going on here!”
“Umm… I’m being summoned to another world? Uh… direct summon with my current body usually means there’s a clear end goal, like defeating
the demon lord, or an evil witch? And I get to have a special skill right?”
“Hoozah!!” Anisfia jumps up in joy. “Pretty much it! I knew I was right to pick from Purgamentum!” She snaps her fingers again and an hourglass
and a scroll appear in her hands. “Alright! I still have ten minutes! Quick! Come sign this and get your Blessing, then you can be on your merry way!”
She holds out the scroll and a quill to Christie.
The rolled up scroll is at least 10 cm thick from the center, and only a sliver of parchment is visible at the bottom. Christie is having a lot of doubt
right now. “Umm, I’m not signing that. You are clearly hiding something.”
“Whaat? I’m not hiding anything! You know what the deal is already, right? I’m just saving time on the boooring explanations, you don’t wanna
hear that stuff right? Please just sign!” Anisfia desperately pleaded.
“No, I honestly DON’T know what the deal is. Explain everything. From the very beginning. The magic system, the demon lord’s origin, and YOU.
EVERYTHING.” Christie needs to be cautious right now; she certainly would not want to end up like a certain tracksuit guy. No, not that one, the
one with the groceries.
Anisfia looks frantically at the hourglass, nine minutes now… “Darn it all!” She stomps her foot. “You nequams are so unreliable! Literally every
universe knows about us and the ADAT. I really have to waste time explaining the basics??”
Christie crosses her arms and stares silently at the angel, she is not budging. Perhaps it would be quicker to just explain… Anisfia snaps her fingers
one more time and a bolt of lightning shoots off into the ceiling, startling the defiant girl.
“See that? A basic application of Quanton that everyone from ANY universe could know how to do. Quanton is the fundamental particle of
existence that allows the manipulation of REALITY. In all universes, these particles exist exclusively in the core of Planets. They come to existence
there, then gets filtered through the crust and finally released into the atmosphere. In your words, just call it ‘mana’ if it’s easier to understand.”
“Empty Planets are easy enough to harvest mana from, it’s Planets with life that are problematic. Issue is, all Planets have a tendency to nurture life,
they appear sooner or later. All creatures born on a Planet eventually evolve biological Quanton circuits, we angels are so good at…um… ‘magic’
because we are one of the oldest civilizations. That’s why we Celestiel took charge of establishing order between worlds. See, when higher
intelligent life emerges, their psyche patterns influence the quality of Quanton in the atmosphere. When less developed (Unenlightened)
civilizations reach a certain population threshold, enough negativity will be present to form Deimonos, monsters made of pure mana that
comprises only of negative traits.”
“Deimo… Demons?” Christie pondered.
“Basically. The more they grow, the more intelligent they get, then with enough Quanton power, they can cross universes without Celestiel
regulation, that would really get out of hand. We don’t have the Enochpower to personally deal with every possible threat happening on sextillions
of Planets in billions of universes. So, we choose candidates according to the AllWorlds Draft Acquisition Treatise to dispose of the strong ones
before they become a real threat. Well, one hasn’t happened for over a 1000 millenia, so I’d say we are doing a pretty good job!” Anisfia takes
another look at the hourglass, six minutes to go…
“That’s gotta be enough, right? Just sign right now, pleeease! This is really bad, I’m running out of time here. I can’t believe I had to waste time
explaining things that even little kids would know! I was SUPPOSED to SAVE time on you! Nequams really ARE good for nothings!” Anisfia whined.
Something about her tone just rubs Christie the wrong way. “Well excuuuuse me for being so dumb! You say ANY universe would know about
this stuff? Well, you are clearly wrong because not a single person on Earth has heard of these crap!”
Anisfia rolled her eyes. “THAT’s because for some Michael forsaken reason, your universe is the ONLY one out of BILLIONS that does not have
Quanton! Your Planets are practically dead! Useless! Only so few in specific zones could host life. Total Purgamentum of an universe!”
What? Christie is baffled yet again. This is typically not how the story goes. Don’t humans get reincarnated into other worlds with cheat skills
because they are special or something? If Earth is the only WEAK outlier in a multiverse, then wouldn’t that mean they are doomed?
“Hold on… If what you said is true…If we don’t have magic and ALL other universe DO, and they even know each other and Celestiel… So travel
between universes isn’t that hard right? Then… wouldn’t Earth, our universe, have been conquered by the bad guys a long time ago?”
“Pfffffft! Wha-” Anisfia was not prepared to hear that. “Whahahahaha! What are you saying? Ehehehe… Did you not hear a word I said?
Purgamentum is basically a dumpster ground, why would anyone- ehehahahahaHAHA…ohaha, my stomachahahe, ehe…”
“Justehe, imagine, yo-hahaha, you just standing in a pile of wastehehe, then screams ‘I’m King of the Dumps’ WAHAHAHAHAhahahaha…” Anisfia
was just starting to calm down before talking herself into an even crazier fit of laughter. “HAHAHAohaoho, I-ha- I canthahahoho…” She is on the
floor now, kicking her legs up and down in the air in a giddily fashion.
This is not funny…Christie stares speechlessly as this “Perfect” angel keeps kicking her legs up, she catches a glimpse underneath her dress.
Smooth…and no underwear…
“OHOHOhoha, not evhehen, not even Deimonos bother going there! We even send some there as punishment! Buthehehe, but imaginehehehe,
new species discovered! Deimonos of Shit! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..” Anisfia is rolling on the floor now, her head flailing left and right.
Swoosh! Something just flew by Christie’s ear. “Eek!” What was that? Christie quickly scans around them. Behind her, a disc of light spun around in
a circle before dropping still on the floor. Surely that’s not… Christie turned around to look at the flailing angel, her head noticeably less shiny.
“Ohoho, hoho… That’s good. That was goohohod.” Anisfia finally manages to stand up, wiping her tears. There’s a large empty void on her back,
something’s not where it’s supposed to be…
“Anyways, we should really… hmm?” Noticing Christie’s deadpan stare, Anisfia follows her gaze to find her wings lying motionlessly on the floor,
conspicuously NOT on her back.
“Oh, those. Hehe. They are just props, figured just in case I grabbed the wrong kind of person, y’know. Best to appear as “godly” as possible. Glad
that wasn’t necessary! I can fly just fine using Quanton.”
“…”
“You know, veeery strange aesthetics on the perception of higher beings, you guys have. Why would higher beings have decorative features that
are the same found on common livestock in your world? And that lightbulb on the head, I don’t even know.”
“……And your Peplos? Your clothes?”
“Hmm? Just my pajamas…What? Never heard of working from home?”
“………”
“Ahh! I only have four minutes left! Quick quick, sign here, we still have the Blessing stage to go through!” Anisfia panics, she really is running out
of time.
“…I… give up…Just…Answer me this… and I’ll sign. If my world’s so bad, why’d you even pick me? Like you said…you had to explain all the basics
too. Even a kid’s better than me…” Christie sulked.
“Weeell, normally, yeah. You nequams would never be drafted. Buuut~” Anisfia suddenly sounded smug, “see, being the benevolent genius that I
am, I, and only I, noticed that even though your world is useless, the culture on Earth in the recent decades is booming! The fictional works that
you guys produce just so happens to match 78% of what’s going on in our worlds! Everything from physics, combat, Quan- um, Magic systems,
to social structures and Dei-, monster interactions. Yeah, I didn’t expect you to waste time on the basics, but THESE are the parts that normally
takes DAYS to explain to regular candidates. Those peaceful, pampered morons from developed (Enlightened) Planets just don’t get it! I have to
drill everything into them! Monster traits, safety against all kinds of environments…groups…governments…How to gain power the proper way, all
kinds of hazards and issues, don’t try to ‘guide’ and takeover the locals, the list goes on and on! And Celestiel is technically responsible for their
safety! If they or their family files a complaint, there goes my monthly bonus! My manager is really strict about these things, y’know. If anymo-”
“Hold on, what was that thing you just said?”
“My manager is really str-”
“No, a bit before that.”
“Umm…I have to teach all kinds of hazards and-”
“After that.”
“If they or their fami…” Anisfia finally notices her slip up.
“Anisfia. How. Do. I. File. A. Com-Pla-Int?”
“Uhh, ha..haha. File a what now? Umm…you know…we only just met you know? Shouldn’t we get to…A-and you don’t even know how to use
Quanton… uhh…can’t do anything here without Quanton, y’know…ehe…he…”
“WHY! YOU! Slimy little-!” Christie grabs Anisfia’s shoulder and starts shaking her back and forth. “You only picked me because I can’t COMPLAIN!?
So you can get away with slacking off work!?”
“Hey! Oh! Stop-oof! That-oh! I’m-oof! Gettingdizzy-Oh!” Anisfia pushes Christie away and glances at her hourglass, only two minutes to go…
“Okay! Okay! I’m really sorry about how this thing started, but, uh, you can get a lot out of this, you know?” Anisfia tries frantically to come up
with something. “Umm, when you destroy the designated target, you get to come back you know, to Earth? Along with all the Quanton that you’ll
collect from the other world, get what I’m saying?”
“!!”
“Aha! I see that look in your eyes! You sure do catch on to things quick. Listen, you won’t be able to recharge any mana back on Earth, but
depending on how strong you get in the new world…You can reign as a superbeing for a couple of decades, at least. Not bad, eh? Nobody pays
attention to Purgamentum anyways, you can do whatever you want!”
“…”
“Oh please stop thinking about this soo much! I’m begging you, just sign! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…” Anisfia steals a glance from the hourglass
in between her begging, one and a half minute… “Oh please please! My LIFE depends on it! I’m out of time!”
“Oh, what the hell…fineeee.” Christie finally gives in and signs her name on the scroll. As much as she still has her reservations about this
pathetic… “angel” and her antics, she does not sense any malice or hostility from her. She is telling the truth…mostly…probably.
“Thank Gabriel! Time for your Blessing!” Anisfia snaps her finger once more and a huge roulette wheel appears before them. “Now for the most
exciting part…but before that, let me give you something of my own making.”
Anisfia places the back of her middle finger and thumb on Christie’s forehead, then- Thump!
“OOowww! What the heck was that for!?” The middle of Christie’s forehead is throbbing, and the dull pain is extending down towards her eyes.
“ow ow ow…huh??!”
A sort of familiar looking, rectangular window begins to float in Christie’s vision.
Christie An: Lv1
Job: Useless nooby beginner
Stats: Str 7
Def 5
Mag 1
Agi 11
Sta 5
Luk 1
Status: None
“This is!?” Christie exclaims.
“Neat, isn’t it. A special little program by yours truly.” Anisfia said smugly, while giving a little curtsy. “When Deimonos die, their Quanton gets
released and can be absorbed by you. This matches pretty neatly with ‘exp’ in your ‘video games’ right? This system will leave some of those
Quanton as ‘mp,’ and use the rest to feed them into developing your circuits while framing everything as an easy to understand ‘game’ for you;
I even threw in an identifying function so you can fight monsters more readily.”
Christie looks over to the gloating angel:
Anisfia: Lv143
Type: Enochian
Proficient attributes: Lumos, Crearen, Destructio
Lv143??... is she…actually really strong? Christie can’t believe it, surely the level system scales weird, right?
“Now we finally get to the last part. Heya!” Anisfia pushes the wheel with vigorous strength, all the while keeping an eye on the hourglass.
One minute left.
Christie watches as the giant wheel spins into a blur, there has to be around a hundred different Blessings. The sands of the hourglass are trickling
ever closely to empty. 52…51… The wheel finally starts to slow down before landing on… “Ding! Ding! Congrats on getting… OMG! WHAT?? I’ve
never seen this one before!” Anisfia exclaims.
Christie stares at the tiny indentation that the arrow stopped at, it is clearly much narrower than the other options. Had she gotten lucky? Could
she be special, after all?
“Mark of the Heaven Bound: Choose any THREE Blessings in exchange for a Curse? That’s!” 46…45… “Ahhh! You are supposed to be on your way
already!! Why did you have to get this one?? Hurry up and pick! Let me get the other wheel ready!” One more snap of her fingers, and a smaller,
darker wheel of Curses pops into existence.
“Wait, you are going too fast! I don’t even kn-!” Christie wanted to protest, but suddenly information about the Blessings starts to appear in her
vision as she is glancing around the big wheel. Another function of Anisfia’s own system, probably. Her eyes rapidly dart all over the wheel,
gathering what she can about the Blessings.
“Okay, let’s get this spinning, Heya!... You done over there?” Anisfia looks at Christie, who is thinking harder than she’d ever done before. Her mind
frantically racing before settling on her Blessings:
Blessing of the Unequivocal Genius: Able to instantly learn and combine Abilities from any class, regardless of restrictions or requirements.
Blessing of the Quanton: Able to absorb mana directly from the air. Passively generates Exp.
Blessing of the Decimillion: Any Exp gain is multiplied by 10x.
“Oooh! Pretty broken combos. These Blessings really weren’t designed to work in tandem! Now, let’s see what Curse you get.”
“Do I really need to get a Curse? What’s even the point of that?” Christie seriously does not like the prospect of being cursed.
“No can do, it’s not like this system comes from me. They are from above, like, waaaay above my paygrade. Whatever you get, we must follow
through. If you ask me, CHOOSING three Blessings for just one Curse is an absolute bargain, it’s really just there so you don’t get too powerful
and start disrupting the Planet’s natural progress towards Enlightenment.” Anisfia checks the hourglass again, 30…29…28…
“Ding! Ding! Aaaand your unfortunate Curse is… Curse of Fatal Weakness!” 23…22…
“F-Fatal!? Can I re-roll that one??”
“Let’s see here…Oh, this isn’t even that bad! It has to be like, the weakest one on here! You just pick a body part, you are unable to cover it with
equipment or protect it with Qua-uh, Magic. Then it becomes extra weak to the attribute of the first attack that hits it. That’s it.” 17…16…
“Oh wait… MORE things to pick?? Hurry! Hurry up and pick a body part already!” 14…13…
“Uhh…ummm…” Christie’s head is working overtime again. Let’s see, head and trunk of the body is too important. The back too for the same
reason, need to protect the spine and the organs! Neck too, of course. Butt and cro…yeah, out of question. Legs…mobility is important
as well, can’t risk any damage. Feet…need to wear shoes! Hands are also way too important. The arms…more expendable, but it would
get hit pretty often, I need to be able to wear bracers… So, I should pick somewhere that normally would not be covered by armor
anyways, probably not the shoulders either then…Hold on, what’s even left? This only leaves me with…
“My underarms?” As soon as the last syllable left her mouth, Christie feels a Zap to her armpits, and the sleeves of her crop top blows right off
from the bottom, leaving it more like a tattered tank top. “OW! Hey! I was just thinking aloud! I didn’t-!” A new window pops up in her vision,
updating her “status” effects.
Status(new):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv0
Extra Weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra Weakness effects: (indetermined)
5 seconds remaining…
“Okayyouarefinallyalldoneitwasnicetomeetyounowletmefinishtheprocedureok?” Anisfia claps her hands together. “I, Anisfia,
herebycommenceyouonwardstothisoutmosthonorandhopeyouwillfindthisendeavorendearingfortheyearstocome.
PleasesendanyfeedbacktoCelestielbranchheadquartersnumberonethousandthreehundredeightyfourthankyouverymuch!”
Another ray of light appears, this time from down below. Christie starts to slowly sink towards the floor. A strong gust of wind begins to gather a
wave of glittering stardust around her in a swirl. Christie feels like she’s sinking in quicksand, the floor is turning into a whirlpool of golden dust. A
portal is opening in the very center. She closes her eyes and leans back…
What. The heck. Was all that. This is the worst fantasy experience ever. I didn’t even get to drag that pathetic excuse of an angel with
me… How did I even think that she’s a perfect beauty?? Was my head in the gutter? I was…disoriented and confused, yeah, must be it.
Hmmm…Well, all things considered, my Blessings should be strong enough to get me through this, right? I hope the new world isn-
“Yeeesss! That stupid nequam almost made me late, but I made it to the stream on time…”
Hmm? What the hell did she just… Christie’s sunken almost to her neck now, she opens her eyes and sees Anisfia slopped lazily on a giant bean
bag sofa, one she just snapped into existence, no doubt. In front of her is a tall, wide screen that Christie can only equate to a TV. Some shirtless
guy is moving around on it.
“Oohhhh~ Lord Raphael~ ♡ You are as dreamy as ever~ This is a once in a decade workout stream, too. I’m so glad I didn’t miss even a single
second~”
What.
“AAARRGHHHHH!!!!!” Christie manages to pull her arms free and claws frantically at the floor. “THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE RUSHING MEFOOR!!????
OH COME here you stupid muppet! You are SOOO DEAD! ARRGHHH!!!” She is so going to whack that birdbrain in the head!
“Oh, you still here? Then before I forget…” Snap! A huge tome, bigger than the length of her forearm, appears in her hands. “This is all the training
I was supposed to do for you. It will all seem like a game to you because of my system, but it’s really not, ok? There are some things that just does
not equate. Don’t trust your instincts and make sure you read it all, especially the section on attributes because of your Curse, ok~?” Anisfia
throws the tome towards Christie, it hits her right on the head with a loud THUMP! Christie’s hands let go and she falls into the now fully formed
sand-portal.
“ANISFIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SCREW YOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu….”
And with that, Christie’s Other Worldly Adventure officially begins.
Chapter 1
My Other Worldly Adventure is almost over…Christie thinks as she overlooks an ominous looking castle.
It has been around 3 months since Christie dropped down to the new world. Unsurprisingly, the combination of three Blessings made her nigh
unstoppable. She spent the first two days exploring around the beginner town, just enjoying new foods and scenery, and she already raised to
Lv23 passively. Killing monsters generates even more exp, she found that the Deimonos are truly straight out of an RPG. Slimes, orcs, goblins,
skeletons, she lost count of the types and how many she has killed.
Now, she has arrived at the last town before the Demon King’s Castle. Being so close in proximity to the final boss, it of course is being run by a
monster. The final lieutenant of the Demon King. A grotesque looking, giant spider-like creature is here to greet the heroine. Although it has the
body and appendages of a normal spider, a female humanoid upper body protrudes on top where the head usually is.
“Muhahaha! Who dares to intrude upon the territory of Arachnora? Oh? Is this little thing the Heroine that I’ve heard so much about? You don’t
look too impressive to me! How nice of you to volunteer yourself to my web, hehehehe…” Sneers the giant monster.
These dialogues need some serious rework… Christie gave a resigned smile and looks at her foe with pitying contempt.
Arachnora: Lv68
Type: Spider Queen
Proficient attributes: Bombyxia, Fabrica, Piercing
Christie takes a look at her own stats:
Christie An: Lv99
Job: Protean Heroine of Legend
Stats: Str 58(68)
Def 31(584)
Mag 464(524)
Agi 654(764)
Sta 49(59)
Luk 14(24)
“Muhahahaho, little girlie, if you give up and surrender now without struggling, I may consi-”
Christie had heard enough, she points at the spider’s direction and chants,
“[Interitus]!”
A beam of intense heat, hot enough to split atoms, shoots out and burns away the spider’s right legs.
“AAARRH! Ah! Ah! What did you-! M-minions! Kill this bitch!” Arachnora cries out in pain and quickly retreats behind her cronies to run. A bunch
of small monsters gather and charges at Christie.
Curse of Mummy: Lv48
Type: Mummy
Proficient attribute: Umbra, Cir…
“Weeeak.” Christie did not even bother finishing reading, a wave of her hand and it burns to ashes.
Iron Maiden Cage: Lv43
Type: Living Mec…
“Boooring.” It gets melted into a puddle by acid.
Sentient Vine…
“Neext!” It gets frozen stiff before breaking into pieces.
“Sigh…So there’s no one worthy of challenge here, either. I guess you are all fated to die today, then.” Christie raises her hands. “Begone, insects.”
That sounded cool, right? A giant fireball forms and detonates into a huge explosion, engulfing the poor monster group.
“Hmm? You still alive?” Christie catches the big spider trying to scurry away amidst the chaos.
“Ahhh! Mercy! Mercy please! I-I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your greatness!” Arachnora does her best to kneel down to the floor. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
Please forgive me! I can give you information on the King! Please!”
Christie is feeling a little sadistic today, all the past enemies had been so boring. And she never liked spiders, anyway.
“Oh? You would do anything to live?”
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Ask me anything!”
“Then, crawl yourself over to me, while announcing what a useless, weakling bug you are. I want to hear it loud and clear.” Christie demands.
“That’s!” The spider wanted to protest. Now that the monsters are dispatched, a small group of townsfolk are coming out of their homes and
gathers around.
“Well? You sure terrorized these poor people long enough, right? Can’t take a little now that the roles are switched? Go on, show these people
how pathetic you really are, if you want to live, that is.”
“I, I-I, am a weak little bug. I am sorry.” Arachnora said sheepishly while crawling itself towards Christie.
“More. And louder.”
“I AM just a useless insect! I AM a good for nothing weakling! Oh please have mercy on this little bug!” She inches close to the ground right before
Christie.
“Good. Now lick the dust off my shoes.” Commanded Christie.
“Y-yes, as you say.” Arachnora crawls up right before Christie’s feet, puts her head down, then…SPEW! The abdomen of her spider half suddenly
arches and a stream of silk shoots out at Christie at lightning fast speed, catching the heroine off guard and binding her entirely… is what should
have happened. Instead, it missed completely, shooting off into the air.
“What!!? Where did-ARRRRRRHH!” Arachnora could not even finish her reaction before the pain of being shred apart hit her entire body.
Christie, dagger in hand, walks up from behind her. “Did you really think I’d let you get so close to me without covering my bases? Stupid little
bug to the end.”
“Bu, but, you are a Mage! How could you move that fa…” Arachnora fades away before finishing her sentence.
Christie’s “stats” window updates slightly:
Stats(+1 SP)
Christie can’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had not leveled up since hitting Lv99 a month ago. Anymore monster kills occasionally award
her with a single stat point, which she was getting 10 of while leveling up. She puts the new point into Agi, then moves down to stare at her “status”
window, thinking back on her journey.
Status:
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv0
Extra weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra weakness effects: (indetermined)
From the very start, Christie decided against a more close-combat oriented build. It won’t matter how durable she could become, her weakness
would have 0 defense anyways. In that case, it’s best to avoid getting hit to begin with. She put most of her stats into Agi, making her insanely fast.
The next investment is Mag, making most of her range attacks potent, while her speed takes care of anything that manages to get close. The rest
of the points were invested into Str and Sta. She found that increasing these stats to 40 is already peak regular human condition, anything past did
not help her in combat, since her damage mostly depends on Mag and Agi. Armor takes care of Def, and Luk seems too abstract to invest. As she
journeyed on, she picked up the legendary armor set that gives +10 to all stats, dagger that gives +100 Agi, and circlet that gives +50 Mag. Due to
all these combinations, Christie did not get hit even once on her weakness.
It’s like I don’t even have a Curse, it really is the weakest one. Christie thought, relishing how lucky she is. Well, it’s also because I’m soo smart.
Despite initially against her intentions, she came to realize that her choice of weakness is well picked. It’s one of the least paid attention to spots in
the heat of battle, and despite no equipment or magic protection, she can simply close her arms to hide it.
Almost the entire town is gathered around Christie now, celebrating their freedom and the Heroine that made it possible. Savoring all the cheers
and praises, Christie feels more confident than ever before. Why wait any further? The Demon King’s Castle is visible in the distant, why not just
finish it now?
“[Fly]” Christie cast a levitation spell and zooms off to the sky, while the townspeople watch in awe.
Before long, Christie is floating above the Demon King’s Castle. A wave of her hands, and a sickly cloud gathers before raining down a verdant storm.
Assassin+Conjurer+Alchemist+Aeromancer
Making full use of her blessing of genius, Christie combines the poison making of assassins and alchemists into a deadly acid, then incorporates it
into a magical storm. The stone walls of the castle quickly melt away, along with much of the occupants inside. Christie could barely make out their
shapes and screams before they are reduced to a pile of goo.
The throne room is fully visible now that the ceiling melted away, and a giant roar rings out. “AAAARRGHHHHHHH!!!!” A huge, gross looking
scaly lizard like monster is squirming on the throne.
Demon King Lizazzos: Lv90
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Wrath
Proficient attributes: Piercing, Bludgeon, Aqua
“WHAT IS THIS!??? This must be against some kind of ethic laws!!!” Said the Demon King, of all beings. He is completely caught off guard.
Oracle+Slayer+Conjurer+Bladesmith+Elementalist
A myriad of blades appears in the air, all pointing towards the monster. They are enchanted to home in and do more damage to bosses, in addition
to all kinds of fire, ice, earth powers, etc. A snap of her fingers and the big bad is skewered like a porcupine.
Stats(+2 SP)
Well that was anti-climatic…It seems that Christie had gotten just a little too strong for the Demon King of this world to be of any match. She
stands there in some moments of silence…nothing happens.
“Heey! Anisfia?? What now?” Christie yells into the air. Nothing.
“HEEEEY! YOU BETTER NOT BE SLACKING OFF STILL!!” Christie waves her arm futilely into the air. Is Anisfia really not paying attention? Or is Christie
missing something…She suddenly remembers that huge tome that the angel threw at her. Was there an exit procedure she was supposed to read
about? When she first fell into this world, it was straight into the middle of a giant lake. She seems to recall a splash besides her, but she was too
busy saving herself to care. It took over an hour for her to swim to shore, and she’s all but forgotten about the guide by then.
“Godda…no, GABRIELdammit! You hear that!? You bunch of good for nothings!!” One last vent of frustration, and Christie begins to explore her
surroundings. She really does not want to go all the way back looking for that book right now. Maybe she is missing something in the castle,
instead.
Demon King’s Castle, FL B5
Several minutes later, Christie found a basement passage and is looking around under the castle, it seems the rest of the monster army is still alive
here. Maybe there is a secret boss or something?
Enchanted Slime: Lv53
Typ…
“Paaaathetic~ you guys never learned, do you?” It gets vaporized with a lightning bolt. “Stop getting in my way, just let me explore to the bottom…”
“Aaah! ah…” A scared, girly voice screams out as Christie enters the next room. Before her, a human girl dressed in tattered cloths is collapsed on
the floor, she raises her hands in surrender. “Please, no! I-I’m just a prisoner kept by the Demon King, I’m innocent!” She pleaded.
Sydae: Lv12
Type: Succubus
Proficient attributes: Maledictio, Er…
“Niiice try~ But I see right through you, bye bye~” Once again, Christie did not bother finish reading when she saw that it’s only Lv12. She raises
her hand and…
“[Debilisio]!”
“Aah! Wha…” Christie suddenly feels a sharp tingle on her back before falling forwards to the ground. Weakness spreads all over her limbs,
she cannot move at all. A new “status” window pops up.
Status(new):
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 29:58
“What the hell…” Christie can barely move her neck, she moves her eyes towards the back as much as possible to see her assailant.
Syrie: Lv19
Type: Succu
The window cuts off, that is the most Christie can see in her limited field of vision right now. She is so much higher level than that, how could this
have happened?
The Succubus in front of her, Sydae, jumps up and runs behind Christie. “Oh my sister! What a relief you are here! What’s with that look?”
“I-I don’t know, I honestly can’t believe that worked…oh my.” The Succubus named Syrie seems to be as shocked as Christie that her debuff spell
actually worked. “Uh…What do we do now?”
“You tell me?! Umm, GUARDS, come quick, the intruder’s helpless, now’s your chance!” Sydae yelled.
After a few moments, a few Possessed Armor came running and positioned themselves around the collapsed heroine. They start to hack at her
with all manners of swords, spears, and maces, it does not even chip her armor.
Christie can feel the monsters hit her back, head, and legs, but it comes more like a mild annoyance. Her defense is too high. It is clear to her now
that whatever happened was just sheer coincidence, they cannot actually harm her still.
“T-take off her armor! Don’t just go in there like idiots!” Screams Syrie.
“Don’t bother,” Christie replied coldly, she quickly got her confidence back. “They are attuned to me, they won’t come off unless I will it, or you
make me lose consciousness, but that’s not gonna happen, is it?”
“You won’t do so much as a single damage to me, will you? Me to you, on the other hand…What do you think will happen once this debuff runs its
course?” Christie said while staring sharp daggers from her eyes. “What I am trying to say is, if you value your life right now…RUN!”
“Yeep!” Sydae yelped while her legs gave out and she drops to the floor. All the Possessed Armor also collapse as the spirits within quickly escape.
“W-w-w-we h-have to run, sister,” Sydae said while trembling. Syrie bit her lips.
“Run? You think we can outrun her? She’ll catch up before we can blink and destroy us!”
“Hmph!” Christie grunts in agreement, while sporting a smug grin.
“We…we have to get her restrained first! Come help me, Sydae!” Said Syrie has she grabs Christie’s arms. Sydae trembles over and grabs the legs.
Together they flip and lift her up, then carry her to a table. Facing the ceiling, Christie struggles to turn her head left and right to finally get a good
look at the room. It is spacious, with various hooks and cuffs all around the walls, it appears that this is a classic dungeon room. The two Succubus
prop Christie onto a restraining table. They lock her arms straight above her with metal cuffs by the wrist and her legs spread a little by the ankle,
making Christie into a “⅄” shape.
“You really think these measly restraints are going to hold me once I’m free to move? Hehe, I’m so gonna enjoy turning you into minced mana,”
threatened Christie.
“W-w-what do we do now, Syrie?” Sydae sounds like she is about to cry.
Syrie grabs the heroine’s bracers and tries her hardest to yank it off, to no avail. “Sydae! You try the legs!” The younger Succubus tries to take off
Christie’s greaves, to the same effect as her sister.
“Yaaaawwn~, at least you are trying, I’ll give a C for effort. I’m just going to take a nap in the meantime, okay?” Christie checks her status window,
23:47 remaining.
“This little bitch!” Syrie cursed frustratingly. Why is this nut so hard to crack? They can’t even take a single piece of equipment off her. At this rate,
they are really doomed. She scans her body from head to toe, surely there must be some… “Hmm?”
Standing by the head of the table and staring down, Syrie sees the smooth, unprotected patch of flawless, stretched out skin that is Christie’s
underarms. Why is it bare? Even the other joints like the knees and elbows are covered by intricate chainmail underneath the armor. Curious,
she extends a finger out and slides it acro…
“EEEEEEEEHEEK!?”
Her finger barely made contact before both Succubus jumped in surprise. Looking at Christie, she is absolutely stunned, too. Amazingly, all
three occupants in the room had the same exact thought at that moment.
What the fuck just happened?...
Syrie gulped and steels herself. Reaching over with two hands now, she begins to carefully trace a light circle on both armpits.
“AAheheheWhahahahe the hell hehehehahaha are you ahahahahahadoing!? AHAhahahahahe STop it! AHa! ARGH! HmmmmphhaHAhahahahahaha!
Eheheahahahaha!”
“Ohya? Did I just stumble on something suuuper interesting~?” Syrie said with a smirk as she picks up speed.
“AAHAHAHAhahahahahahaSTOpAaHAHAhahhaha!!!! YAAHAHAAHAhahahaNOOHO!!HOHAHAHAHAHAHAahahaha!! LISTEN TO
MEAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GYAHAHAAHHAHahahahahaha! IMAAHhahahahahGOhohhoahehahhahainghehehetohoKIYAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha!!
KILLYOUeHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!! STOHAHOHAhahhahahahaha!”
“Oh? Going to kill me? Aww, I guess I need to do something about that then~” Syrie teased. All five of her digits are now spidering across each of
Christie’s armpits at full speed.
Christie’s mind short circuited. She had never been tickled like this before, the last encounter with the feeling must’ve been back in grade school,
and even then it never lasted more than a few seconds. Her brain has no idea on how to process this new sensory overload, it takes away some of
her ability to form words to compensate.
“KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOHOHAHAHAHA!
ICANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!MAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHA!!!ARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHA!YOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!STAHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!
WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!
NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...”
After several minutes, Syrie finally pulls her hand away, her fingers are a little sore, but that’s not why she stopped. She wants to look at her captive’s
face properly right now. Even after stopping, Christie’s lips are still curled upwards, her mouth twitching with an occasional giggle escaping.
Her face is flushed and her short hair is plastered to it with sweat and tears coming down from the sides.
“Woah…” Sydae is dumbfounded, she can’t believe a little tickle brought the heroine to such a state.
It took Christie a bit to come out of her daze. Her head is throbbing, and her armpits are still tingling with phantom tickles. She takes a look at her
“status” window, 17:32 remaining. “Once, ha, this wears, ha, off…You..ha, ha, are, ha, so, …!!!!!!!” Suddenly, her eyes go wide, and she feels her blood
run cold. There is something else new in her “status.”
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv3
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: sensitivity↑(xs)
“no way…no fucking way…” Christie mutters in disbelief.
What kind of freaking attribute is EROS!!??? What happened to good’ol fire or ice or slashing!?? This is bad…This is really, REALLY BAD!
HOW could this have happened??? Everything was going so well…If only I wasn’t paralyzed! WHY would that even work?? I’m MAX level!
She is only-…!
Suddenly, the voice of that annoying angel rings back in her head: “seem like a game…not equate…don’t trust your instincts………
made it to the stream on-” OH SHUT UP!!
“Come here, Sydae, you join too.”
The sound of that Succubus snapped Christie back into reality. She struggles with all her might, pulling and straining her arms and legs…nothing.
Her limbs are not responding, the most she’s managed to do is flail her head a little.
“H-hold on! Let’s talk about this, okay? You won’t get anything outta this!! But I promise I’ll let you escape! Just donGAAAAAAARHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA…” Twenty fingers are now scurrying all over her armpits with reckless abandon. One Succubus on each side, they focus all their attention on bringing the little heroine as much ticklish agony as possible. Christie completely loses the ability to talk.
“OHGAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!HOAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!MAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA
HAHAHA!!!OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!GYAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!!!MYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA…....”
The speed that Christie’s so proud of is utterly useless. All she can do now is keep taking the intense tickling from her underarms that is pounding
her brain like a lightning infused hammer. She loses track of all sense of time and the rest of her body. It’s like her entire being right now is just her
head and her unbelievably weak armpits.
“AHAHAHAhaha-…” Christie finally slips into silent laughter. Her mind in a light daze, she is seeing white in her eyes. She can barely breathe, even
with her peak human stamina, Christie cannot handle going this long with air only going out.
“……!!...!......AARHaH!....”
……
…
“…ister? SISTER!” Sydae shakes Syrie out of her tickle trance.
“Hmm? Why’d you stop, Sydae? Come on, before it’s too late, we have to-”
“Umm… I think Debilisio should have worn off already. Syrie, look.” The older Succubus finally recollects herself and looks at their captive.
The heroine is completely limp, her head is slumped to the side, mouth still open in a wide smile with her tongue hanging out. Her eyes are rolled
back into her head, and her face is a mess with sweat, tears, drool, and some snot everywhere. A damp puddle pooled near the middle of the table,
dripping down from the sides. It appears that she’d wet herself at some point.
“Oh.” Syrie pauses a moment to fully take in the scene before her. Who’d believe that this wreck of a figure is the legendary heroine that felled the
Demon King in mere moments?
Sydae carefully pokes at Christie’s cheeks. “Looks like she’s out like a light, we should be able take off her armor now, right? Let’s get to it.” Sydae
said as she works to remove the bracers.
“Y-yeah, let’s…Sniff* Sniff* Hmm?” A sweet, familiar smell is coming from Syrie’s fingers, and she traces that scent back to Christie’s underarms.
She licks her fingers, warmth and a faint sense of power grow within her. The Succubus knows this feeling well, it’s the same from her “hunts.” She
bends her head down and begins licking the sweat from the heroine’s weak point that they so thoroughly exploited just moments before.
“S-sister?? What are you-?” Sydae watched with a slight astonishment.
“Come taste this! Her sweat! It’s infused with mana! Very high quality, too. But I didn’t even use [Drain]?! No, even if I had, that would only work on
sexual fluids. This is unbelievable!” Syrie could feel herself getting stronger. Sydae swipes off some dew from Christie’s other armpit and partakes a
taste, she too grows stronger.
“This is so good! But how is it possible??” Sydae said in amazement.
“I have no clue, buut~” Syrie smirks at the unconscious Christie. “I think we’ve just found how to make our little heroine submit to us permanently~
hehe~”
Syrie: Lv19→Lv31
Sydae: Lv12→Lv27
Christie An: Lv99
Job: Protean Heroine of Legend
Stats: Str 58
Def 31
Mag 464
Agi 657→601
Sta 49
Luk 14
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv23
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(M), Exp leak(s), Pleasure conversion(xs)
Chapter 2
Christie wakes up with a start. She can still feel a dull ache in her head. She tries to get up…no response from her limbs. It seems that the debuff
hasn’t worn off yet. She turns her head around to see the “⅄” shaped table that she was locked into. Looks like she was transferred to this softer bed,
instead. She suddenly feels oddly cold, struggling to raise her head, she looks at her body…
“AAHHHHH! What the hell?” No where to be seen are her legendary armor, or much of any clothes. All that’s left on her body is her black lace
underwear and bra, and her black thigh high socks, all from before she came into this world.
“Oh? Waking up already, my little heroine~?” The sound of that Succubus rings out from above her head. Looks like she’s standing a few meters away from the head of the bed, Christie can’t see her without sitting up and turning around.
“You!! What did you do??! Give me back my clothes right NOW! I swear I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” Christie yelled as she tries to hide her discomfort in
anger.
“Pffft, are you seriously asking a Succubus to dress you up modestly?” It’s Sydae’s voice, this time.
“And who are you to be giving out threats like that? Hmm~ I wonder~ who was it that passed out in a pool of her own juices because of a little
tickle~?” Syrie teased.
“Wha-!? I didn’t- ARGhhh!” Christie could feel her face burn red with embarrassment. She looks at her “status.”
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 00:22
“Oh, just you wait. Say whatever you want now. Heh, when I get out of here, you’ll regret ever even being born.” Christie is so close to being free.
“Oh my! Sister, it looks like our brave Heroine is misunderstanding something about her situation, isn’t she~?” Sneers Sydae.
“Heh, just how long do you think it has been since you passed out?” Asks Syrie.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Christie keeps her eyes on the timer, 15 seconds now…
“Why don’t we show our cute Heroine what we learned about her precious body, Syrie?” Said Sydae as she raises her hands. “[Debilisio]!”
The spell bounces off harmlessly on Christie’s body.
“I knew it!” She exclaims. “It was just bad luck that got one over me! You won’t be so lucky again!” 8 seconds left…
“Hehe~ Good luck, bad luck, it all depends on perspective, anyway.” Syrie smiles as she puts her hand on Christie’s. “What truly separates winners
and losers,” she locks fingers with Christie’s hand, “Is that winners know when to TAKE the hand of luck into their OWN palms and SUBDUE it with
their will, won’t you agree?” She pulls Christie’s arm up and aims her other hand at her now exposed underarm. 1 second left…
“[Debilisio]!”
“AAOW! What was-!”
Status(updated):
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 45:00
“…eh?”
“Ahahaha! You should see the look on your face! Serves you right, you arrogant jerk!” Sydae mirthfully mocks.
“Well, it was a stressful couple of hours, but we managed to uncover your weakness. Your underarm is absolutely devoid of defenses, isn’t it? You
can’t form protection over it with mana, it’s like a hole in your shield.” Explains Syrie.
…Hours? No…It can’t be…
“…ying…you are LYING! GET ME OUT OF THESE NOW! I’LL KILL YOU I’LL KILL YOU!!!AAAARGHHHHH!!!!YOU COWARDS!!!!!” Christie is losing her
composure, she struggles with all her might again, but still only her head moves a little.
“Oh pipe down, now that you are awake, there’s plenty more experiments for us to do.” Syrie snaps her fingers and the doors open, a giant slime
squeezes in and moves to the foot of the bed.
Christie raises her head to see the big blob of translucent jelly looming over her, it is easily over 3 meters tall.
Enchanted Slime: Lv51
Type: Slime
Proficient attributes: Metamorsio, Aqua
“Us Succubus can easily attune with and control lower intelligent monsters, this little one’s my pet, say hello to Blobby!” Waved Syrie.
“You are sooo gonna pay for destroying my Slimey!” Said Sydae, as she throws a vial of liquid at the slime. It quickly gobbles it up and turns into a
pinkish color.
“Enchanted Slime’s specialty is that it can take on the properties of whatever liquid it consumes, care to guess what it just ate?” Smiled Syrie.
“Special Succubus essential oil~ makes your skin soft as a baby’s, and extra sensitive!” Explains Sydae. “Now, sit back and enjoy. We are going to
explore every inch of your body with Blobby!”
“AAH!..ARHH! STAY AWAY! NO! PLEASE!! HEEELP! ANISFIAAAAAAHH!!!” Christie screams as the slime quickly engulfs her. She closes her eyes and
holds her breath….? Looks like the slime isn’t going to eat her, it stopped at her neck, leaving her room to breathe.
The insides of a slime isn’t as cold as Christie thought, in fact, it’s cozily warm. Her body begins to heat up, her skin showing a glowing shade of red
all over. Christie floats in the slime for several minutes before she feels something moving down on her feet.
“EEK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!???” Christie felt something probe her feet.
“Testing, of course. We noticed something peculiarly weird about your armpits, besides being defenseless, that is. Let’s see if any other part of your
body is the same.” Answered Sydae.
“AHAhehehehenohohhonoho! STOPTHATEHE! EHEHehehehe…” Christie giggles uncontrollably as tendrils of slime brush up and down her feet like a
thick finger. “HehehohohehehaHmmphhh!!Mehehmmmphahahmmmmm…”
“Hmm, she sure is resisting a lot better than before, what do you think, sis?” Asks Sydae. Syrie didn’t need to answer, she willed the wiggling slime to
give some direct stimulation.
Separate, smaller tendrils form around Christie’s toes and yank her thigh high socks right off, she tries to stop them by scrunching her toes, but the
slime’s oil just makes the fabric so slippery. Christie shudders as she felt her bare feet make direct contact with the slimy liquid.
Christie had always taken good care of her skin, the feet especially, always lotioning both after showers and in the mornings. Now, her incredibly
soft, silky bare feet are made even more sensitive by the oil, almost glistening under the shade of the pink fluid.
“KYAAHAhahahahahehehonoNOHOhhohoHA!LeavahahahhahemyahahheHOHAHaHAHahaahehfeeheheeheh!ARhahahahahaALONE!!GYAhahahaha
heheSTOPAHAhahahaSTOhoHOhahahahahaha!...”
The tendril of the slime is rough in texture, almost like a big, blunt tongue going up and down, up and down, up and down…It is driving the poor
heroine crazy.
“NOHOOHOHOhahamohohoho!WhahahahahahahaDOHOhahahahahahahaha!DOHAHAhahahahahahahahahahaYohohahahahahahahahahahahaha
haha!!WANHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahaha!!STOPahahahahahahahaha!STOPTIKEhehehehahahahahahaha!LingeheheheheheheheheME!
GUWAHAHAhahahahahhahahNohohoNOhohohahahhahaha…”
“I still don’t sense any mana flowing from her…Do you, sis?”Asks Sydae.
“Hmm…She’s still forming words, unlike before. Let’s just go all in and see what happens.” Syrie sends a telepathic command to the slime.
“Haah…ha…ha…” Christie is given a short break as she tries to gulp in as much air as she can. Is there any hope of getting out of this situation?
Before she has any more time to think, her toes are suddenly pulled back and taut.
“WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?NOHOHOHAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!SOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAAHAhahaAHAHAHAHA!…”
The single, big tendril from before is gone, instead, countless small, cilia like filaments began to brush every inch of Christie’s exposed feet. Her
arches, her heels, her soles, each and every single toe, in between the toes, there isn’t a spot on her silky smooth feet that is unbrushed. Christie’s
brain short circuits again.
“NOOHOAhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!STAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAhHOAHAHAHOAHA!!OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!ICAAHAHAHHAHAHANTEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA…”
Christie is feeling light headed, she’s seeing that white totality engulfing her vision again. Right before she slips into silent laughter, though, the
assault on her tootsies finally ceases.
“HA..hah…hehe…ha…hahehe….” All Christie could do is focus on her breathing, she cannot even begin to process what had happened, nor imagine
what’s coming next.
Around five minutes later, Christie finally rests enough to get her breathing in order. Sensing this, Syrie wastes no time to move on to the next parts.
“No need for warm ups this time, let’s just go all in.” Said Syrie, coldly.
“WAITAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!ATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ATLEASEHEHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Once again Christie feels countless tendrils, this time brushing around her hips, sides, and stomach. She shakes violently to try to avoid the tickling,
but with her debuff, the pathetic wiggling of her toned tummy doesn’t deter the slime at all.
“NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!WHYAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!NOMOHOHOHOAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHEHAHAHA!!!...”
A slightly thicker tendril sneaks into her belly button and begins to wreak havoc around.
“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOHOHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!…”
Running out breaths, Christie falls into silent laughter again. And yet again, Syrie stops the slime right afterwards.
“Haaa…hehe…plehehease…nohomore…hah…” Christie is almost delirious as she makes her plea in between breathes. The Succubus however, is
nowhere near done with their experiment.
“No extra mana in Blobby detected, moving on to the next one.” Syrie announced after seeing Christie rest enough. “Switching from Knismesis to
Gargalesis, perhaps there’s difference there.”
“GYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!...”
Christie’s vocabulary has been reduced to a single “ha.” Finger like tendrils are now kneading around her ribs, with precision pressure that tickles like
hell without making it hurt. They are playing in between her ribs like a piano, switching up their tempo and speed constantly. Christie’s brain could
not understand what’s going on at all, it can only make sure she vents out the ticklish agony with a long
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!!!!!!AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHOAHOAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Christie fades away much quicker this time, requiring a rest after just a few minutes of laughing her head off. “Mehercy! Mercy plehease!! No more!
I’ll die!!” For the first time since her capture, Christie starts to seriously beg for the monster’s pity. Her spirit is breaking.
“Very rich, coming from you.” Sydae responds with a look of contempt. “Did you think to spare us when we were begging for our lives?”
“I’m SORRY! I’m REALLY SORRY!! I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll leave! I will NEVER come back here I swear! Please forgive me!!”
“Hmmm…Did that sound sincere? What do you think we should do, sis?”
“Hehe,” smiled Syrie. “I think, we should try combining both Knismesis and Gargalesis and see what happens, sound good, little sister?”
“Splendid proposal, dear sister.” Sydae responds gleefully.
“AAARH!AAH!NOOO! SCREW YOU!!!I’ll definitely FUCKING KILL YOU AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!...”
“Seeee? You weren’t being sincere after all! Go laugh your brains out as punishment!” Sydae calls out, it doesn’t seem like Christie heard her at all.
Big, thick tendrils are wrapped around Christie’s curvy thighs and is squeezing them incessantly. She didn’t even know her thighs could be turned
into a ticklish spot like this, her brain is on overtime yet again trying to get use to this new sensation. However, the smaller tendrils sure aren’t making it easy, invading her inner thighs and lightly brushing them with bristle like appendages.
“OHOGOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!AAAAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOHOHOAAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STAAAAAAAAHAAHAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!STOOHHO
HOHPHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!...”
A group of bristles gathers around the crease of her groin, and begins to saw back and forth where her inner thigh meets her tummy, right on the
edge of her underwear.
“KYAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!OHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHAHAhA!!KOHOHAOHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!ARHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”
Once again Christie’s language mastery is reduced to just “ha” and “ho.” Once again she slips into silent laughter, Syrie lets her ride it out a little
longer before sparing her this time.
“No mana leak detected whatsoever…I even tried using [Drain] on that last one, but as expected, it didn’t work.” Syrie concludes her testing for now.
“Then what’s so special about her underarms? Why does it leak mana like that?” Wonders Sydae.
“Maybe we should stimulate there again and observe more carefully. Perhaps new insights will emerge.” Syrie waits for Christie to catch her breath
for the last time. Despite not being in the slime, her face is sticky with all manners of bodily fluids covering her visage.
Christie did not even have time to beg again before all the brush like tendrils gathered around the creases of her poor defenseless armpits and
began to dance with wild abandon.
“GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!AGAHANHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!??KYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~OOOooHOHA~ ♥︎?!?”
“Oh?” Both Succubus were piqued with interest at that last sound that just escaped Christie’s lips. Does the heroine herself even know what kind of
noise she just made?
“KYAAHAHAHAHAOOAHOHO~♥︎ AAHAHAHAHAOOHOH♥︎♥︎!! WAHAHAHASAHAHAGOHIHINHAHAHAONOOOH♥︎OHOH♥︎HAHAHA!WHYAAAHAHA
HAHA~♥︎OOHHOHOANNNNN!♥︎♥︎” Just like before, it feels like a jackhammer of lightning is repeatedly pounding her brain. Unlike before, the
electric shock from her underarms seems to be pounding deep within her pussy, as well. Tingling sparks keep shooting off from underneath her
arms straight to her crotch, which in turns sends volts of tickly pleasure to her brain.
“OOHAHANO♥︎HOHOHOOOOH♥︎♥︎OHOHO!KYAHAHAHANN~OOHH♥︎GAHAHAHAHOOH♥︎STOOHOHOHOAHAHOO♥︎♥︎♥~AHAHAHAHOOOHH~♥︎
HAHAHAHAHANNN!!♥︎YAHAHAHAHAHOAHOHOAHOOOOH~♥︎♥︎♥︎HOHOOAHONAOHOOOHAHOO♥︎♥︎AHAHADONOHOHNTSTOHOOP!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎”
Christie’s hips begin thrusting upwards in a rhythmic fashion. Her moans are getting frequent, and her eyes are starting to glaze over. The experienced Succubus siblings could tell exactly what’s coming. Syrie wills the slime to tickle as hard and fast as it can.
“KYAAAAHAHA~♥︎OOHOHO♥︎♥︎OHOHOAHAN~♥︎AHAOHOAHOO♥︎♥︎OHAHAOOOHHH!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎”
In spite of the paralyzing debuff, Christie’s back arches as far as it can, her toes curl and her entire body tenses, the heroine explodes into the biggest orgasm of her life.
“OOOOOOHOHAHOO♥︎♥︎♥︎HOGOOHOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎HAHAHAAHAHA♥︎♥︎HAHAHA~♥︎….”
“Oh my goodness! She really came with just tickling?? Our little Heroine turned out to be a huuuge pervert, ha! I’ve never seen anyone like this, have
you, sis…ter?” Sydae trails off after seeing Syrie’s face is also bright red.
“OOOhoho, I, I just felt a huge amount of mana going into Blobby! Hah…What an exquisite taste~ We can’t stop here now, can we~?” Syrie
commands the slime to keep ravaging Christie’s sexy underarms until she drops limp.
“AAAHAAHAHOOOH♥︎♥︎HAAHAAHAHOHHAOOOOOOOOOOOOHH♥︎♥︎YEHEHESSSSSSSSOHOGODOHOHOOOO!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
AHAHOHAOHAHAHAHOAHOAHAHAHAHAHOAHOOO~♥︎♥︎♥︎HAHOAHAHANOHOHOTOHOAGAHAHAIHOOOH~♥︎OHOHOHOOO♥︎♥︎HOOHOAHO
AHOHOYAAAAAAAAAAAH~AHOHOSOOHOOOOGOOOOOOOOHD~!!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎AHAHAHAOOHAHHAHAHOO…….”
After cumming once, Christie’s body is the most sensitive it had ever been before. She is quickly sent into a second, then a third ticklegasm.
Her mind slips into the torturous(blissful) sea of tickling and is desperately trying to stay afloat. Then, after over twenty more minutes of unrelenting
hysteria, she sinks to the bottom. Christie is tickled into passing out once more.
Syrie: Lv31→Lv81
Sydae: Lv27→Lv70
Christie An: Lv99→Lv80
Job: Genius Heroine
Stats: Str 58→52
Def 31→29
Mag 464→91
Agi 601→583
Sta 49→45
Luk 14→10
Status(Updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv68
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(L), Exp leak(M), Pleasure conversion(L), Pleasure resistance↓(M), Orgasm strength↑(M),
Orgasm interval↓(s)
Chapter 3
Demon King’s Castle, FL B27, Succubus Lair
“Uuugh…” Christie groaned as she slowly came to. Her head feels like it’s been filled with lead, it’s harder to think than usual. She starts to get her
bearings. The room is a lot smaller than before, it is no longer surrounded by stone walls, but by a smooth looking, dark pink material. The floor is
carpeted, bright pink. She is sitting on some kind of gyno chair facing the back wall, with her back in a steep 25° incline, but not entirely flat. Her
legs are raised up, bent at the knees and spread wide apart, with restraints on her ankles, knees, and thighs. Her arms are raised by the sides of
her head, with tight, padded cuffs at her wrists and elbows. The room itself does not emanate the cold, dark feelings of the dungeon from before,
it is well illuminated and she feels cozy despite her restraints and being in her underwear.
“Feeling comfortable~?” Syrie’s voice sends chills down Christie’s spine. The door behind her opened and closed, and she can hear the clicking of
heels coming closer. This time, the Succubus does not hide away above her head, instead, they waltz over in full view of her. Christie finally takes a
good look at her captors.
Syrie: Lv81
Type: Greater Succubus
Proficient Attributes: Negativus, Eros, Maledictio
Sydae: Lv70
Type: Greater Succubus
Proficient Attributes: Maledictio, Eros, Illusio
Syrie has a set of bat like wings on her lower back and protruding horns on her head, and a tail with spade shaped tip trails from her behind. She
is wearing only a set of leathery looking panties and bra, with knee high leather heel boots. She looks to be a mature woman in her late 20s to
early 30s, with thick thighs and voluptuous chest. She has a head of short, curly dark purple hair.
Sydae, now dispelled of her simple illusion, reveals her wings, horns, and tail just like her sister. She has a much youthful face, looking like an early
20s woman, but could possibly pass off as even younger. She is also dressed in the same attire as her sister, with a smaller, but firm pair of breasts
and long, pink hair covering her head.
Weren’t they only level 10ish? How did they get so… Christie immediately checks her own stats, and is left absolutely shell shocked. Her level
had gone down by almost 20, Mag is pretty much all gone, and that Curse… Sensitivity up? Exp leak?? Pleasure convert??? She cannot even begin
to think which part’s worse. All she knows is that she needs to get the hell away from this place, NOW.
There’s no paralyzing debuff on her, now is the perfect, no, the only chance. Christie pulls at her restraint with all her might, and tries to use magic
to destroy them. “[Flaro]! [Acidio]! [Fulmen]!...” Christie throws in every damaging spell in her arsenal, yet the chair does not budge an inch.
“Hehe~ This special chair is reinforced with spell-resistant metal, and you are NOT coming out with your puny strength. So don’t bother wasting
them, Heroine, you are gonna need them soon. We’ve waited an entire day for you to recover, you know,” said Sydae.
Christie is on the verge of tears. The Succubus was right, even if she somehow got out of the chair, she still has two powerful foes to contend with.
One is even higher level than her now. Can she do nothing but beg for mercy from her unforgiving captors? Still, she has no choice but to try…
“P-please, let’s work something out, okay? There’s gotta be something you want, right? O-other than t-tickling me?? Pleease! I learned my lesson!”
“Oh~? But what could be better than this?” Sydae reaches over and scribbles a bit on Christie’s bare feet.
“AAHEHehehahaNOhoho!!PLEHEheheheNohohoho!” Christie immediately bursts into laughter.
Sydae withdraws her hand. “Just a little nail scratch, and the high and mighty Heroine is turned into a witless, giggling village girl~ What better
could you possibly have to offer?”
“Hah, I-I…I…” Christie’s mind is still numb with lead, she struggles to find anything to convince the Succubus to stop.
Sydae walks over and seats behind Christie, her hands reaching over to that precious spot once more… “Aaand~ if I just do this~”
“YAHAHAHAHAAHEHEAHAHEHNOOOSHOHOHOPAHAHOOO~♥︎!!?”
“You turn into a crazy, orgasming slut~!” Sydae withdraws her hands again.
“NOO! I, I…” Christie is suddenly thrusted back to when she was cumming nonstop in that slime. Her crotch tingles. “I…was not…It didn’t feel
good at all.”
“HA! Lying through your teeth, huh? Let’s see if your other lips are any honest.” Sydae puts her hands to Christie’s underarms again and begins
to earnestly scratch them.
“OHNOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOO~♥︎♥︎!!PLehEEHEHEHHHOHESEHEHEHOHEHO~♥︎DOHOHHAHAHOAHAHANOAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!MAAAHAHAHHAHOAHAHOO~♥︎!KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOOAHAHAHAOOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHA!!!♥︎MAAHOHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAOOOAHAHAOHAHAHA♥︎♥︎!!!IMAAHAHAHO~♥︎HAHAAHHAAHAHO~♥︎♥︎CUUAAAHHAHAHOAHAHOAOA~♥♥︎♥︎!!?????”
Right before Christie is about to reach the apex, Sydae pulls back her hands.
“NOOHOO~♥︎ WHY DEHE YOU ST-!!” Christie’s rational mind makes it back from the pleasurable haze just in time to shut her mouth.
“Hehe~ What do you have to say for yourself down there?” Asks Sydae, pretending to not notice the heroine’s verbal slip up.
“Hah…ha…I…” Christie’s well aware that her panties are completely soaked, with excess juice dripping down from the chair. She turns her head to
the side. “That’s…I…that’s all YOUR doing! Your…stupid Succubus powers caused all this!”
“Still not honest with us? We haven’t used [Drain] even once for you to spill out all your powers, you know.” Sydae’s hands are reaching up again.
“Let’s see how long it takes for your upper mouth to turn honest, shall we?”
“WAAIT!! NO! ANYWHERE BUT THERE! PLEASE!!” Sydae’s hands begin to lightly trace around the armpits…
“EEHEHEE!! PLEEHEHESSS!! JuhahahahaHANOHO~♥︎HohotTHEHERE! TICKLE AAAHAHAHAHhehaheANYWEHhehreElse~♥︎!”
Christie desperately needs them to spare her underarms. She really does not want to be tickled anywhere, but she cannot afford to leak any
more power. At least with elsewhere, she would have a chance to find an opening if her captors slip up somehow.
“Oh~? ANYwhere?”
“YEHES! ANYWHEHEHERE!! JUST NOT MY ARMPITS!” Christie pleaded.
“Well~ You really aren’t in a position to demand that, but~ since we are so merciful, unlike you, we’ll take you up on that offer.” Sydae answered,
removing her hands.
“R-really?” Christie can’t believe that worked.
“Of course, from now on, unless the deal is broken, we won’t touch your underarms again,” Sydae agreed, sitting back. “I’m just gonna relax here.
Syrie, you are up.”
They are really just gonna leave it like that? They sound so…relaxed. What are they planning? Although relieved about her underarms,
Christie could not help but worry still. Before she can ponder anymore on the Succubus’ motives, Syrie walks up in front of her, standing in
between her legs.
“Thank you for the offer, little heroine~ I was just thinking it’s time for me to go back to my roots.” Syrie said, smiling seductively.
“Roots? What are yoAAAAAAHEEEEK!??” Before Christie could finish her sentence, Syrie leaned down and dragged her tongue across the juice
soaked panties in front of her face.
“AAAAAAHEHAAAHAHEEEK!!STOPAAAAHH! WHYAAARRHEHA!” Christie has no clue as to what to think of that wet appendage sliding all over
her panties. It feels tickly, gross, and a hint of pleasure all rolled into one.
Slurp*Shlurp*Slurp*… “Mmmmm~Fragrant, with a tingy aftertaste, your heroic juices are pretty gourmet,” mocks Syrie as she smacks her lips.
“DON’T say it like THAT!” Christine whined, hot with embarrassment again.
“Hehe~ It’s good, but it doesn’t have what I was looking for…Well, you can’t be comfortable wearing that anymore, right? Seeing as this piece of
clothing had been completely soiled multiple times… let me help you out…”
“Wha-! NONONONONO ITS FINE JUST LEAVE IT-!!!!NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Christie yelled futilely as her panties went Snap! Snap! It got cut on
both sides and falls pitifully to the floor.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAARHH! DON’T LOOK!! STOP! DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!!” Christie had never been naked like this in front anyone before.
She turns her head away as much as she can to avoid eye contact. Her face now red as a tomato.
Christie’s bare pussy is in full view of the Succubus. Syrie licks her lips as she stares at this smooth, hairless mound. Below, her slit is slightly open
with nectar still leaking out, her vaginal lips clearly swollen, evident of their owner’s arousal. Nestled on top like a bulging jewel, Christie’s clit is
engorged in her hood, desperately demanding attention.
“OOoh~ What a gorgeous, cute pussy! So perfectly smooth~” Syrie can’t help but admire the mesmerizing sight in front of her. There’s probably
no one else in this world who could get a chance to gaze at the Heroine’s pussy like this.
“DON’T CALL IT CUTE!!!!?AND PUT MY PANTIES BACK!!” Christie tries to mask her shame with anger again. This is the most embarrassing moment
in her life right now.
“Hehe~I can’t wait to dig in~” Ignoring the heroine’s outburst, Syrie leans forward again with her head…
“NOOOO!!!Ugghhhhhh…” Despite her desperate protests, Christie knew there’s no stopping the Succubus. She shuts her eyes and bites her lips.
Her pussy quivers and tingles in anticipation, it seems a small part of her is looking forward to this…however…
“AAAHEEEHEHHEHEHEhahahahah!??WHYAAHAHAheheheheh!!WHAhAHhahahahhatheheheheHELLAHAHAhehehehehehe!??” Christie’s eyes snap
open. Instead of pleasure, an unstoppable stream of tickling came from her lips and mound, sending ticklish shockwaves up her spine.
“AHAHAHohohaheheWHYAhehahahaheheheISAHAahahITAHAhahaha!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaheheALWAHAHAHAHAHAHaHAhahaTICKAha
hahalinghehehehehaha!?”
She can feel Syrie’s nails scratching up and down her lips, perpetually darting right and left. Her other hand is positioned on her mounds, just a
few millimeters away from her clit, also scribbling nonstop.
“Awww~ Is the little heroine ticklish between her legs~? Were you expecting something else?” Syrie teased. As if she’ll give her enemy pleasure
right away. No, she’ll let it marinate for a while first. Her fingers pick up speed.
“AAHAHAHAHAHONOOHOHHAHHAhahAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!LEAVAHAHAHAHAHAHHOAHAHAAHAHITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALON
OHAHOHOHOAHAHAhAHAHAHAH!!STOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...”
Christie can’t believe how insanely ticklish her pussy is. She had never even considered it to be a possible tickle spot. She is bellowing laughter like
when that slime was going all out on her other ticklish spots, but this is only some light scratches! Her hips are shifting left and right in a futile
effort to avoid the persistent scrawling of nails, her head flailing left and right, up and down to lessen the tickles. Too bad, the headrest is
comfortably cushioned.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAH!IMAHAHAHAHABEHEHEAHAHGAHAHAHAHHAHAHAINGAHAHAHAHAHA!!!GYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHA
HAHAHAHA!!......”
Syrie slows down her scribbling to a crawl once Christie hit that silent laughter again.
“This is rather shameful, heroine! How could you inspire people with a pathetically ticklish pussy like this~?” Syrie teased.
“Hehenohoho, hahahahe, thehehey…ahahathehehey won’tahahahahah…” Christie struggles to speak while catching her breathes amidst light
tickles.
“Won’t what? Won’t see you like this~? Hmm… You are right~ You should feel lucky that it is only us who’s seeing this side of you, right~?”
“Ahahkyahehehe, nohohohaha, not luckyaahahahahahahahe…”
“Aww~ That hurts~ And here I thought we had a bond? Don’t worry though, let’s grow our connection some more, shall we~?” Syrie picks up
the pace of her fingers again. She begins to switch up the placement of her hands constantly, alternating between the mound and the lips, both
hands on the lips, both hands scratching circles just around the clit, or up and down the slit with one hand and on the perineum with another.
“KYAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!SOOOHOAHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHARAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!JUSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATOPOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
Once again, Syrie slows down after Christie starts to go silent after tens of minutes of pure laughter.
“I must ask, heroine, how did you even manage to get so far with this ticklish pussy of yours~? If any other monster knew…hehe, why, you’d
never win a fight again!” Syrie resumed her teasing after giving Christie room to breathe.
“I hahahehehe, I wonhohohoehet, lohohse! EhHEhahahahahaheha…”
“Oh~? Then whatever are you doing here, tied up with your legs spread? Did you not lose against tickling~?”
“NOhohohoha! I did nohohot! I ehehahahaha donthahahehehloohosehehehe…”
“Ooh~ I see, so you didn’t lose after all~ So…You must be here on your volition then?! Our little heroine, here to have her pussy tickled out of her
mind~ Because she looves it~”
“WHAheh!?? Nohohohohahahehe…You arehehe WRONGYAHehehehhehe…I’m not ahahaheheheheheha…” The incessant teasing is getting to
Christie, despite the overwhelming tickles that she kept receiving, she can feel her clit tingle again with that last comment.
“Why else would you wear your armor in that way? Your indecent armpits all exposed like that~ You couldn’t wait for someone to discover your
weakness, could you, you tickle slut~ Aren’t you glad we found out~?”
“NOhohohahehe! That’shehehe not truehehehe! I’mahahahehehehe NOTAhhehe a tickhehHAAHahehehe….” Christie tries desperately to rebuke
her captor.
Syrie is not giving Christie anymore chance to talk, seeing she’s about recovered, her hands pick up the tempo once more.
“I’m NOTAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GYAAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
ENOUHOHHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAOHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOTOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STAHAHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHA!!!…….”
Syrie begins to alternate between intense, brain-numbing tickling, and slow, meticulous teasing coupled with verbal mockery. Christie is thrown
into a cycle of laughing her head off, to tantalizing her mind off. Her head is drowning in the intense tsunami of tickling, it desperately tries to
cope by releasing a rush of dopamine, but all that managed to do is restart her arousal.
After over an hour of this back and forth sequence, Syrie leans back her to observe her handiwork. At some point, Christie’s pussy started leaking
again, and before long, a flood of juices came. The floor is absolutely drenched, the air thick with a musky smell. She hadn’t allowed her captive to
reach the peak yet, though. This is all still just arousal fluids.
Christie is barely holding onto consciousness, she can feel an intense need down there, but there’s no way she would articulate that in any
intentional way to her captors. Her eye refocuses on the seductive Succubus before her.
“I think it’s time to finish you off, little heroine.” Syrie says as she activates three more straps on the chair, two near the inner thighs, and one
across her lower abdomen, right above her pussy. Christie’s hips are completely immobile now, she cannot even wiggle a millimeter to avoid
what’s about to come. Syrie reaches over and pulls on the skin of her mound just so slightly upwards and her clitoral hood comes right off,
revealing the glistening jewel that is just begging to be touched. “Ahhhh~…” Syrie opens her mouth and leans down.
“Noo…Uugh…Pleeease…” Christie doesn’t even know what she’s begging for anymore. On one hand, she absolutely does not want this Succubus
to humiliate her any further. On the other, she is the most turned on she’d ever been, and she wish that mouth to hurry and drive her insane
already!
“AAAAAAAAAAHH~♥︎♥︎OOOOHOHOOOH~♥︎♥︎AAAH~!AAAAHAAAAH~!!♥♥♥︎” A scream of pure bliss rings out. This is the first instance of clear,
unadulterated pleasure Christie’s felt since falling into the Succubus’ hands. That tongue is totally unfair! Long and slender, curving into shapes
that a human’s would never be able to. It is rough and bumpy yet doesn’t hurt at all, coiling around her precious nubbin like a snake and
constantly shifting back and forth.
“AAAAAHAHAAAAA♥︎♥︎♥︎YEEEEESSSSS~!♥︎♥︎KEEPGOING~!♥︎♥︎♥︎OHGOD~♥︎♥︎UUAGAAOD~!!♥︎♥︎OOOOHFUUUUCK!♥︎♥RIIGHTTHERE~YEEEESSS!♥♥
OOOOHAAANNN~♥DONTSTOPDONTSTOP~♥♥♥…”
A string of obscene ramblings echoed in the small room. Normally, Christie would’ve never said much during her usual routines. She always
found it shameful and would keep quiet, noise as small as a whimper was the most she would have let out, even when she was alone. But now,
it’s like something inside of her came loose and she couldn’t help but babble on like a sex crazed addict.
“OOOOHH~♥♥IMSOCLOSE~♥SOCLOSE!!!!♥♥FUUUAHHK!~ ♥IM!~♥♥♥UUUUUUGGGGHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!????♥AHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOOHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHAHA…”
Syrie cruelly withdrew her tongue right before Christie reached that blissful release. She immediately started spidering her fingers all over
those puffy lips. Christie felt like she was pulled down from the pearly gates right into tickle hell, the unrelenting tickle washing most of the
arousal away.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAWHYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHA!!?YOUCANTDOOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHATHIHHESS!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHE
HEAHAHSE!!KYAAAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHAHA!!JUSAHAHAHAHAFINISHAAAHAHAHAHAMEE!!!”
Christie’s arousal died down to a small timber. Still lit, but nowhere near enough. Syrie pulls her hands away and her tongue moves in again. The
arousal is rekindled, vulgar moans ring out once more. This time, it does not even take a minute for the heroine to reach the edge of release. Yet,
just like clockwork, that heavenly tongue pulls away and the hands of hell spiders over. Pulled back yet again from that cliff, Christie feels as if her
entire being is getting unraveled. She is about to come apart and remade into whatever shape that Syrie desires. After a few more rounds of this
rotation, both heaven and hell come together for Christie.
Syrie’s tongue is lapping at her rock hard clit with rough vigor, while her fingers are dancing all around her pussy lips at the same time now.
Whenever Christie’s about to tip over, her tongue loses some of its strength while her fingers scribbles with renewed energy. Then, when the
heroine is laughing herself coarse, they slow down just a bit for the tongue to pick back up. Her head is like a theater of war for pleasure and
tickling, one side keeps dominating the other before switching around, leaving their battlefield, Christie, a muddled mush. She cannot take this
anymore. Something must be done…Her mind begins to seamlessly blend these two opposing forces together. That tongue on her clit sure tickles
a lot…And those fingers endlessly scribbling away feels sooo good. Before long, Christie’s no longer coming down from her arousal no matter
what Syrie did.
“Ohh~? Looks like you just need a final push~” Sydae finally chirps in, after watching everything in amusement. She reaches up and rips away
Christie’s bra with ease, leaving the heroine completely naked. Sydae begins to tickle around her perky breasts. She is spidering and circling
around the nipples with four fingers, while a final finger flicks back and forth directly on the nipples. Seeing this, Syrie redoubles her efforts,
slurping and tickling with all her might. Her tail also joins in, darting into Christie’s pussy and curls upwards to draw circles around the G-spot.
The end came quickly after that. Christie’s entire world exploded. Her mind got blown into an oblivion of pleasure, a supernova of pent-up delight
tore her entire being into shreds. She is seeing stars…no, the entire galaxy in her eyes. Time ceased to exist, it’s like her very soul itself is being
carved into the shape of this rapture.
Christie does not know how she managed to survive. She is back in reality, back on the chair now, with the sisters smirking at her. Her head is in a
cloud of pinkish haze. That was without a doubt, the single strongest orgasm she has ever had, even blowing out the absurd ticklegasms she just
had in the previous session right out of the water.
“How splendid! Yet disappointing at the same time, looks like your love juices don’t naturally contain mana, either. It really is just your underarms.”
Concluded Syrie. “How could this be, though…We should do this several more times to be sure.” Her hands are starting to wiggle near the
heroine’s pussy again…
Crack!
Something in Christie just broke.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! Please DON’T!!! DON’T TICKLE MY PUSSY ANYMORE!!!!”
Deep in Christie’s mind, she still held on to hope. Hope that somehow, she’ll escape this situation. Hope that somehow, she’ll still complete her
mission. Hope that when she does, her Curse will be lifted and this insane condition on her armpits will be gone, and all will go back to normal.
But. She knew. She knew that what she just experienced was different. That ludicrous pleasure that reached into the very depth of her soul. If she
tastes that pleasure again, she won’t be able to go back, curse or not. Normal sex won’t ever satisfy her again. She will be addicted to that tickle
filled ecstasy forever.
“GO SOMWHERE ELSE!!! ANYWHERE ELSE!! JUST NOT MY PUSSY!!!”
“Eeehh~? But you said we can tickle anywhere if we just leave your underarm alone, right?”
“ANYWHERE BUT THERE!! YOU CAN TICKLE ANYWHERE BESIDES MY ARMPITS AND PUSSY!!!”
“Ahehehe~ Do you think you can alter our deal whenever you want? Doesn’t seem very honorable of you now, does it~” Sydae made a scary grin.
She slowly raises her hands next to Christie’s head, each above that sensitive patch of weakness.
“That means the deal is OFF now, little untrustworthy heroine, hehe~” Syrie also smiles chillingly, wiggling her hands slowly towards in between
the heroine’s outstretched legs.
“WHAAAT!??? NONONONO!!!THAT”S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!! PLEASE DON’T!! I’LL REALLY DIE!!” Christie is scared out of her mind. If two of her
most ticklish spots are attacked at once…
“Hey Syrie, I think it’s pointless to continue our tests at this point. She won’t spill anything besides from here.” Sydae suddenly said.
“YES! YES! That’s right! There’s no point in this anymore!! I’ll be good! I’ll behave!! Please just let me go?! I won’t ever come bother you again!”
Christie desperately begged, as if she was just extended a miraculous lifeline.
“These tests are pointless, sooo~ Why don’t you go ahead and just use [Drain] on her pussy, then?” Sydae casually shatters all of Christie’s
hopes.
“……eh?”
“We’ll have a contest! You use [Drain] there, and I’ll simply tickle the armpits, let’s see who can get the most mana from our little Heroine.”
“wait…wait…I…I-I…”
“Oh, you are on! Hehe~ Will you finally win once in a game of ours, little sister?” Syrie snickers.
“…ah…aaahh!...” The full extend of her situation finally sinks in. They were never going to let her go in any situation. Christie is nothing but a toy
for them to lick and chew on and spit out when they are satisfied.
“help…help me…Anis-
Christie’s memories of what happened next is a fuzz. There was laughter, lots of laughing, for sure. And she seems to recall some intense feelings
of being in hell, before being thrusted upwards into heaven, where she tumbled around for a bit and fell again into a purgatory of torturous bliss.
It was all dark after that.
Syrie: Lv81→Lv95
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Lust
Sydae: Lv70→Lv94
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Lust
Christie An: Lv80→Lv29
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats: Str 52→11
Def 29→22
Mag 91→19
Agi 583→223
Sta 45→17
Luk 10→8
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv91
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(EX), Exp leak(EX), Pleasure conversion(EX), Pleasure resistance↓(L), Orgasm strength↑(EX),
Orgasm interval↓(L), Orgasm craving(M), Seal of Lust(unclaimed)
“Hmmm? What the heck are these.” Sydae notices the two bright pink, heart shaped etchings that appeared in the deepest folds of Christie’s
underarms. “These magic circuits…They are so complex! And I sense Eros energy from them…Are these Seals of Control??”
Seal of Control, Crest of Dominance, Succubus Tattoo, Mark of Lust, countless combinations of different words all reference the same thing: A
special kind of Quanton circuit that is imposed on another to allow the user control of various aspects of the body. For Succubus…it goes without
saying which aspects they want to control.
Sydae puts her hands on the Seals, it’s like they are drawing her in. She puts some of her own energy into them and suddenly feels a link being
established. “OOOHH! I finally get it! This is a curse! Our Heroine’s been cursed from the start! And I just got a free Seal to control her! Well, more
like just her armpits. I ‘own’ her armpits now.”
“Whaaat~?! No fair! I was the one who discovered that weakness!” Syrie pouted, she is double upset after having lost against Sydae in their
games for the first time.
“Too bad! Finders keepers! Hehe~ Oh, stop sulking! Just make your own general purpose one on her, then. I gotta study these ones more. These
magic circuitries are truly phenomenal! So tiny, yet elaborate and sophisticated, they must have so many different functions. I have never seen a
Seal more refined than this, like it’s from out of this world. If I can decipher its inner workings…” Sydae starts to get lost in her thoughts.
“Sigh~ I guess you are right, you were always better at that stuff, anyway. I’ll just carve my own Crest.” Syrie puts her hands on the unconscious
heroine’s belly. She begins to channel her own Eros energy into there, and before long, another pink, intricately designed heart shape tattoo
appears over the skin of the heroine’s lower tummy.
“Ohoho~ We are going to have a lot more fun with you, little heroine~”
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Seal of Lust(Owner:Sydae)
Status(new):
(Invisible to the Bearer) Crest of Lust(Syrie)
Chapter 4
Demon King’s Castle, FL B49, The Arena
Christie is getting tired of waking up like this. A jerk to start, followed by that fullness in her head slowing down her thoughts, and utter confusion
as to where she is. She can tell from the cold, hard stone underneath that she’s not in any sort of confined room. Her surroundings are vast but
dim, squinting hard, she can just barely make out the walls that encircles her in the distant. A wave of cool air hits her back, and she realizes that
she’s barely clothed. Skimpy leather armor no different from underwear barely covers her privates and her chest. At least she’s not naked anymore.
“Looks like our little Heroine is all rested up like a Sokordian Grizzly! She had been out for three days! Is she finally ready to take on the big, bad~
Succubus to finally win her freedom~?” Sydae’s voice came from somewhere above, then echoed all around Christie.
Shit.
Whatever game that the Succubus has planned, no good outcome awaits Christie. Her level is pitifully low now compared to whatever they
must’ve grown to. Any more and it’ll be all over. Christie frantically looks around for any chance of escape.
“Oh, quit squirming around like a scared Rabita, the main attraction is about to start! What better way to show off to our new subjects than with
the defeat of the Heroine?”
Subjects?
SNAP!
Before Christie can get any more of her bearings, Sydae snapped her fingers and the whole place lit up like daylight. Torches all around on the
circular walls, and a bright glare shone from above like a miniature star. Christie moved to cover her eyes, but still not quick enough to not get
dazed a bit. Before her eyes can recover enough, a roaring wave of cheers reverberated all around and numbed her ears as well, for a few seconds.
Christie is dumbfounded. She stood there in a stupor staring down the massive army before her, she’d almost wish her sight stayed gone. She is in
the middle of a grand Colosseum, with the spectator seats filled with all sorts of monsters. Golems, goblins, treants, mummies, mech dolls, fishkin,
snakekin…almost all the types of monsters she had defeated before, and some more are here. There must be tens of thousands gathered at this
place, even the giant Colosseum seems packed to the brim.
“Haha~ Surprised, heroine? The last remaining forces of the previous king, all assembled here today to welcome the arrival of their new Queens.”
Syrie is sporting a huge grin. She and Sydae are sitting in the imperial box of the arena, sticking out a bit in the forefront.
“And to commemorate our coronation, we shall start off our rule by finishing you off, little Heroine,” announces Sydae.
Christie’s legs start to tremble. There’s no way she can take on the Succubus siblings at this stage. They will show no mercy. They will tickle her out
her mind. They will squeeze her dry. Her mind drifts to that insane session she had with them, her pussy and armpits all tingled. Just imagining it
made her love juices start to soil her new armor.
“Hehe~ Looks like the Heroine can’t wait~ But sorry to disappoint, we won’t be the ones to fight you,” seems like the Succubus sisters are the only ones to notice Christie’s trembling are not from fear. Not entirely.
“What kind of benevolent rulers will we be if we win like this? It’ll practically be bullying! No no, you will be losing to lesser foes to cement your
status as a defeated heroine,” states Syrie.
“Now! Without further ado! Begin the Gauntlet of the Heroine!” Sydae announces loudly.
Another wave of deafening cheers shakes the arena, before the gates on the opposite end of Christie open up and an army of mushrooms rush
out.
Poison Shrooms: Lv27
Type: Shrooman
Proficient Attributes: Poisona, Bludgeon
Ok, ok. I can do this. Just breathe… The Succubus may hold all the cards now, maybe this game had been rigged somehow, but there’s simply
no room for those kinds of thought right now. Now, Christie needs to focus on the enemies in front of her.
Christie An: Lv31
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats(+20 SP)
Looks like she leveled up twice passively in the days that she was out. Her Agi is still over 200, and she can go even faster. She may not have a
weapon, but due to her Blessing of genius and the new levels, she can learn some monk moves spontaneous on the spot. She quickly dispatches
the shroomans with her fists.
“Hoho~ Looks like the Heroine is multitalented! But how will she handle the next wave, or the next? And the next?” Sydae jeers on as wave after
wave of different monsters poured out.
Trolls, ogres, wolfriders, bicorns, a giant, undead oathbreakers, a baby wyrm, the monsters got increasingly strong as she fought, but so did she,
as she kept leveling up. The Succubus sisters are not stupid. They knew Christie would absorb the mana of fallen monsters to grow, they had
carefully planned out the wave of monsters so that she would not get that much stronger, even if she manages to defeat them. This is their
biggest and only mistake. They had not accounted for an otherworldly cheat.
The Blessing of the Decimillion. Everything that Christie gained is multiplied tenfold. She had grown considerably stronger than anticipated.
Christie An: Lv48
Job: Apprentice Heroine
Stats(+50 SP)
This is it! This is the slip up that I was waiting for! Having defeated all these monsters, Christie is regaining some of her former confidence and
pride. This is how this was supposed to go! Lowly monsters getting crushed by me, the blessed traveler from the other world! This was
just a little setback, I AM the main character here, after all. Christie comforts herself as she felled the wyrmling. It doesn’t seem like it’s over
yet, though. She saves some remaining stat points to adapt later.
Syrie and Sydae are a little stunned, that wyrmling was the second to last wave they had planned, and they did not plan for it to lose. It was
supposed to be the end, actually, before the last monster practically begged to be put in the gauntlet. Christie stood up from the wyrmling
corpse as it dissolved into mana. She is staring coldly, and boldly into their eyes.
“Why, you!...” Sydae begins to get up before being blocked by Syrie.
“Calm down, little sister. Despite everything, she is still the heroine. She got through this impossible task this far somehow, that’s even more
reason to keep our cool and observe. I’m confident she will not win against the next one.”
“Yes, sister…you are right. She definitely won’t win, hehe~ maybe she’ll even be too shocked to move once she sees her…” Sydae is glad they
agreed to that monster’s request in the end.
The door to the arena opens one last time. Christie stares with full disbelief as the giant, eight-legged creature made its way into her vision.
Arachnora: Lv63
Type: Spider Queen
Proficient attributes: Bombyxia, Fabrica, Piercing
“Ooh~ Little Heroine~ How I longed to see you again. Surprised to see me?”
There is no mistake. That grotesque body, those long appendages, that annoyingly sweet voice coming from the humanoid upper body.
“Haven’t I killed you before?” Christie asks.
The Spider Queen’s expression turns dark. “Yes. And I would have been gone permanently, if my new, benevolent Mistresses didn’t take care to
revive me. They are that powerful now. They had gone and revived all the Demon King lieutenants that you killed before, don’t you recognize
that giant you just re-killed?”
Not that she mentions it, it did look kinda familiar… “Sorry, I guess they just weren’t that impressionable? You should be glad I remembered
you then, probably because of how ugly you are.”
This is the final one. The spider is much higher level than herself, and a boss monster to boot. When she wins, she will gain a ton of exp from this
one, likely to take her up over 20 levels. She will put all the stat points into Agi and run, all the while taking abilities from Cleric this time, it will
boost her resistance and gain immunity to those annoying debuffs.
Arachnora grits her teeth. “You won’t win again, not this time! I’ll make you regret that a hundred times over!”
Suddenly, the ground shook and tens of tall pillars of various sizes rose up randomly. Christie dodges barely in time to avoid one from underneath
her. She looks over to her foe, that spider is immediately climbing a pillar and started to spin her web between two pillars.
Shit! They planned this out! Christie put all her remaining SP into Agi again and rushes towards Arachnora. If that spider were to take her time,
she can cover the entire arena with silky snares. She needs to win, fast!
Sensing this, the Spider Queen jumps down from her pillar. From the speed that Christie’s going towards her, she does not have time to finish any
webs. She rushes towards her foe as well.
Heh…this stupid bug, she’s gonna be a one trick pony, like I haven’t seen right through her. Christie knows exactly what’s coming, because
she’s seen it before. That spider is going to rush up close, forcing her attention to the front, before arching down and spewing that silk from her
back.
“Hiss!” Arachnora rushes close within an inch of Christie’s face, before SPEW! Her abdomen arches and a string of silk shoots out at the heroine…
It misses completely.
Christie was feigning her speed, she was only rushing at half of her full speed. When that stupid spider spewed out her silk, she went all in and
instantly dashed behind her. It’s going to be over from this. She gathers all her chi into her fist, a guaranteed critical strike to the enemy’s weak
point will overcome that level difference between them. Christie could almost taste her freedom…
“HAAH!!! Huh?” The fist did not connect. She missed by a couple of inches short of her target. What happened? There’s no way that clumsy spider
managed to dodge. Christie tries to move in for another hit before realizing the problem: her feet are completely stuck.
“Wha-! What is this!??” Christie shouts as she desperately tries to free her feet from a sticky substance on the ground.
“Ahahaha~ It seems that you fell for my trap, little Heroine, I left a few patches of sticky silk on the ground just for you, looks like it worked
wonders~” Arachnora turned around and jeers, keeping a safe distance away from Christie.
“BUT!! There’s no way you could’ve known where I was going! These are just random patches!” Christie is full on panicking, she is pulling at the
ground with all her might. Her feet does not budge.
“Ha! Are you really that dense, Heroine? Kill me once, shame on you, kill me twice… I knew exactly what was coming, because I’ve seen it before!
You were always going to dash behind me once I shoot my silk at you, you think I haven’t seen right through you? You one trick pony.”
“!!!!!!!!!!!”
Loud sneering can be heard from the imperial box, which then spread across the entire Colosseum.
Before Christie even gets any chance for regrets, Arachnora arches her back again and shoots out several big strands of silk, she hits her target
perfectly this time. Big blobs of silk completely bind the heroine’s calves, further cementing her to the ground. Another two hit her arms, also
chaining them to the ground. Christie is going nowhere fast.
The heroine watches helplessly as the Spider Queen climbed up another pillar and started spinning her web again. Just a little waiting later, a
giant, intricate, and tightly knitted spider web forms. Arachnora spills another liquid from her mouth to the silk binding down Christie, they start
to slowly dissolve. Before Christie could struggle to get any semblance of free movement, however, another strand is shot to her back and she is
pulled into the middle of the giant web, her limbs all tangled up in the snare. She flails around to get free, but the web seems even harder to get
out of than the ground.
“You might as well save your strength, little Heroine. Just a little more preparation, and it’s almost time for the main course.” Arachnora says as she
grabs Christie’s right foot and frees it, before starting to wrap it in silk.
Shitshitshitshitshit. Christie’s slight arachnophobia is kicking in. She imagines herself being wrapped up tightly in a cocoon, the spider would
then suck out all her blood…There’s no way that’s how this will end, right?
The spider’s all done wrapping her right leg in the time Christie was panicking, she repositions the leg all the way to the side and resticks it on the
web. She moves on to do the same thing to the heroine’s left leg.
This is not going exactly the way Christie imagined. Instead of a big cocoon, she is being meticulously covered in a thin layer of silk, detailed down
to each individual finger and toe. Her last remaining pieces of cloths were removed, but also immediately covered by silk, saving her some
embarrassment. The creature repositioned each of her limbs as she worked. After tens of minutes of wrapping, the spider is finally finished.
Everything from under Christie’s head is wrapped tightly in silk, and her limbs are stretch out straight to the side in a “土” shape.
Christie does not feel uncomfortable at all. Rather than a cocoon, it’s more like she is being covered by a tight latex suit. Unlike latex though, this
material is very airy and breathable, slightly cool and wet to the touch but quickly warmed by her body heat. It is also extremely thin, she can feel
the slightest of air brushing against her, as if this suit is merely a second layer of skin.
“Phew! That was a lot of work! But it is finally time to dig in into the main attraction! Ladies and gentlemonsters! Thank you for all your patience,
it’s time that we get started on the Heroine’s final fall!” Arachnora announces loudly.
Christie struggles again with her all might, but the tensile strength of the silk is just too high. Stuck with all her limbs stretched out, the heroine
couldn’t even form a fist, as her fingers are all each tied to the web.
“Stay…Stay away from me!” Christie yells as the Spider Queen draws in close…
Arachnora positions herself behind her prey, and extends a leg near Christie’s right foot. “Do you see this, Heroine?”
Christie struggles to turn her head and eyes, as the back of her head is also stuck to the web. The spider’s leg is dangling on top of her
outstretched, silk covered toes. What’s she doing? Hold on…focusing really hard, Christie could barely make out a thin, translucent line of loose
thread coming out of her silk suit near the toes, the Spider Queen’s leg is holding onto that thread. What’s she doing with that? The spider
suddenly pulls on the line a bit.
“AHehehe!?” Christie could feel something moving across her feet underneath her tight suit. “What did you do!?”
“A taste~ Of the beauty of my creation! You must think that you are covered in just one thin layer of silk, right? Hehe~ My silk is the strongest
substance in the world! And I can spin each line as thin as a micron! There are countless strands of my thin silk underneath that surface, all
pressed tight against your skin. I’ve left small loose ends all over your body, care to guess what happens when I pull on them?”
Arachnora pulls near Christie’s right foot a bit more, another sliding sensation runs across her bare skin underneath the silk suit, making the
heroine giggle.
“hehehehe…so whahehe…this is the weakest tickhehe I’ve ever felt!”
“Unfortunately, I’ve run out of length to keep pulling this, whatever shall I do~” Arachnora chirped as she extended another leg to Christie’s left
foot.
“AAHAhahaheha?! Whahahahahehet theheha heck!?” Christie yelped as she suddenly felt a line of sensations across her stretched legs. A feathery
touch trailing down from her right foot, extending through her right leg. A single finger trailing sensation across the back of her right knee, down
her thigh, then more feathery touches across her butt, going towards the back of her left knee, before a pen tip like sensation presses down and
slides up her left foot.
“How did you like that, Heroine? I’ve run out of line to pull, so I just pull on a strand on the other side to bring it back.” Arachnora begins to saw
the line back and forth, back and forth…
“Ahehehe this is staheheill nothing! I cahahn just! Hmphahammmhephmmmm…” Christie tries her best to muffle her laughter, the entire monster
world is watching now! She can’t be showing her weakness like this.
“Aww~ Is my present not to your liking, little Heroine? Well, you are right. Two threads could only stimulate you in a single, boring line. How about
three then?”
Another leg joins in near her neck. Now there are sensations going down on her bare back, across another section of her buttocks on both sides,
extending across the top of her thighs, then ending in between her big and second toes.
“AAHAHA!HAhehahhehehe! STop itehe already! Eheheheheha…Why is it alwahahays tickling withehe you stupidahaha monsters!!!” Christie yells in
frustration.
“What’s wrong with a little tickle? It’s much better than me beating you down isn’t it? It’s just some fun that village girls would do on each other.
Don’t tell me~ the brave, strong Heroine is afraid of a little tickle?”
“No! I’m notehe! You’ll never makaha me give in withehe this!” It’s as if Christie had completely forgotten about her previous defeat at the hands
of Syrie and Sydae. Truthfully, if she is facing the Succubus siblings now, she would have given up immediately. But this spider is some worthless
trash that she had already killed once. There’s no way that she can be defeated by the like of it.
“Good~ That’s what I’d like to hear.” Arachnora whispered before letting another leg join the fray. Another pulling sensation started near her
stomach. This time though, the movements underneath Christie’s suit felt different, it’s much more numerous than the last. She couldn’t even
discern the shape of the rectangle that is formed by the four strands. Who could blame the poor heroine, though? With four points of strands,
it’s not as simple as four lines anymore, two more lines connect diagonally with each other, creating six pathways of sensations across her body.
“WAHAHAhahahahaHAha?! STOHOHOPAhaha it NOOW!! YohohoHOhoho StupidAhahahahahaha Bug!! AAHAHAhahahahAHAHAhahaha!”
“Yes…stupid bug…that’s what you called me last time, too. Let’s make sure that foul mouth don’t spill any more rude insults, shall we?”
Five legs, ten lines of sensations.
“GYAAAHAHAHAhahahahahahehehe!I AMAHAHAHAhahah GOING TOHOHhohe KILL YOU!AHAhahahaheheahhoahahahehe…”
Six leg, fifteen lines of tickling.
“OHOHOhahHAHAHAHAHoHAhahhe!YOUHAHAHAHAHAHeheheahaREAhahahahallyNEEDTOSTOPAHAHAHAhehehehehahahahehehe!HAHA
HAhehehahahSTOPNOWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHehehahe…”
Despite the spacious opening of the Colosseum, they are technically still underground. Arachnora shoots a long line of silk towards the ceiling to
dangle herself up, freeing her last two legs from having to balance herself on the web.
Eight points, twenty-eight lines.
“KYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WHYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STOPITNOWOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHA!! ICANTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHOAHAHTAKAHAHAHAIT!!NOHOHAHOAHOHOAHOAOAMOHOHOHAHAHAHEHEHAHEHAHA
HAHA!!!...”
“Finally resorted to begging? Too little, too late, Heroine. I’ll turn that sensitive body against you, I’ll utterly wreck you for humiliating me!”
Arachnora raises her hands. Besides her spider legs, her humanoid fingers are also expert manipulators of silk strands. She adds her ten fingers
to the mix, each connecting to a loose strand.
Eighteen appendages, forming one hundred fifty-three different lines of silk dancing across Christie’s entire body, inescapable against her skin
because of her tight silk suit.
Christie’s world freezes for a moment, before letting out a loud
“AAAAAAAARRHHAHAHAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!!!ICAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHOAHAHAHOAHAHAHOAHAHAH!!NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...”
Each silk strand is uniquely made to elicit different reactions on Christie’s body. Thin, thicker, coarse, smooth, bumpy, wet, slick, soft, fuzzy, velvety,
pulled tight: sharp, slightly less pressure: feathery. The spider alternates her pulls’ speed, tempo, and strength, while also constantly switching
between different strands. Multiple lines sometimes combine together to form a bigger sensation. A group of soft feathers on her butt cheeks,
big slick tongues licking up and down her bare feet, countless tiny legs crawling around on her neck, hard bristles on her breasts… The
combinations are nearly endless and repeatedly changes, never letting her getting used to a single sensation. It was as if she’s being tickled
by everything possible in the world, all at once.
“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHAHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHA!...”
No more unique syllables came out of Christie’s mouth anymore. She is reduced to a machine that can only take in tickles, and produce only
laughter.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ARRHAHAHH…HEHehehe……….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!??WHYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Christie is about to slip into that darkness due to silent laughter again, she is welcoming passing out before a jolt of energy revitalized her. And
her laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAT’S GOING ON?? OHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! KYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Not only is Christie re-energized, her head cleared up, fulling taking in the tickly sensations. Her muscles kept pulling against her restraints, but no
longer felt sore. And her lungs seem to stream an enormous amount of air per breath. She can manage full phrases in between laughing now.
“Why, whatever do you mean? I didn’t do anything special. But aren’t you glad you are able to enjoy this delightful playtime some more?”
Arachnora seems amused.
“…NO I’M NOT!....... HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING!??........” Christie shouts in between bouts of laughter.
Christie is beginning to lose track of time. It must have been at least an hour since she started laughing, and she’s showing no signs of wear. Her
nerves are not tired either, still as receptive to tickling as ever. She feels like her head is about to explode.
This is not mentioning that maddening ache in between her legs. From the start, Arachnora had expertly avoided stimulating her pussy and
underarms. It must be on purpose. At some point, though, even the endless tickling around her other body parts were starting to send a tickly
tingle to her crotch. It’s a light sensation, unlike the overwhelming current from her armpits, but it still built up over time. Christie’s pussy lips are
bulging out of her silk suit, her slit clearly visible through the fabric, revealing a tight cameltoe. Her love juice also built up and is dripping
continuously through the airy silk. She is extremely turned on right now, but without any actual pleasure building up. She cannot pass out for
some reason, either. At least with all her sessions before, she either lost consciousness, or was taken to blissful release, or both. Right now, she is
stuck right in the middle of tickle hell, with no way to escape. She is truly trapped.
“Ahehe~ Enjoying your time up there, little heroine? You must be confused as to what’s happening right now. Why don’t you have a feel?” Syrie
smiled as she snapped her fingers. That intricate tattoo of the Crest of Lust shines a bright pink, revealing its form on Christie’s lower belly.
Status(new):
(Revealed) Crest of Lust(Syrie):
Orgasm Control(On), Overall sensitivity↑(M), Overall Orgasm Strength↑(M), Overall Orgasm Craving(s), Overall Tickle Resistance↓(M),
Overall Tickle Pleasure Conversion(xs), Overall Tickle Craving(s), Regeneration(xs), Stat boost(Sta+400)
“…WHAT THE HECK IS THIS???!!......” This is why she can’t pass out. Her Sta had been forcibly raised to superhuman standards. Her muscles will not
get tired, either, because of that small regeneration she was given. And those overall conditions… No wonder she is turned on beyond belief! All
the tickles around her body now gives a little pleasure.
“…PLEEEASE NO MORE!!.......DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!!.......” Endless laughter seems to be the default setting for her now, with the occasional phrase
seeping out in between.
The Succubus ignores her pleadings, electing to simply enjoy pathetic wailings of this imminent loser.
“Oooh, isn’t this wonderful~? We can probably go at this for days~ without stopping at all,” cooed Arachnora in Christie’s ears. She has also
decided to ignore the heroine’s pleadings, doubling her focus on manipulating the strands.
Another hour must have passed, probably. Christie’s mind is beginning to break down. She is seeing no end to this suffering. She’ll die. Or her
mind totally collapses. Either way she’ll die. She is going to be tickled to death, but not for a few days, at least. If nothing else, she needs to give
her mind some respite. She cannot pass out. If that’s the case…at least…at least let her escape that other way!
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAATLEAST!!!..........AT LEAST LET ME…………..”
“Oh? At least what? Come on, spill it out, what do you want me to do?” Arachnora is sensing a turning point in the heroine’s torture session.
“…….at least……..tickle me there too………” Christie whispers her plead amidst roaring laughter.
“Hmmm…didn’t hear you. Come on, loud and clear this time, yell it out, or you won’t get anything.”
“…Please tickle me…down there!” Despite her mind being a mush, Christie still retained a sliver of reason. She still knows she cannot afford to leak
any power from her underarms, so the only avenue of release can be from down below.
Arachnora’s face turns dark again. “Listen here you little wrench,” she whispers threateningly into Christie’s ears. “Say CLEARLY what you want, and
WHY you want it. Yell it out with ALL your strength! LOUD! Use the exact terms. You got one last chance, before I just tickle you senseless for the
next couple of days.”
“…!!!?.......I…..I….” Christie is scared shitless. It’s hopeless. There is no preserving her dignity here. If she wants any semblance of release, the whole
monster world is going to know her true desires.
“……PLEASE TICKLE MY PUSSY!!...TICKLE MY PUSSY AND MAKE ME CUUM!!!......I WANNA CUM SOOO BAD!!!......” Christie’s need for release wins
out against her dignity in the end.
“OOH MY~” Arachnora pretends to be surprised. “Is that what the Heroine, no, what a young lady like yourself should be saying in public??”
The entire arena fills with roaring laughter, jeering, and sneering of the monsters.
“….PLEEEEASE!! JUST DO IT ALREADY!.......I SAID IT DIDN’T I???!.....PLEASE JUST TICKLE MY PUSSY ALREADY!!!......”
“Well~well~ Who could’ve guessed that the brave Heroine that took down so many of our brethren is actually a hopeless tickle slut~? Begging
her enemy like that in the middle of a battle? What kind of pathetic~masochist are you?” Arachnora is still not tickling where Christie wants it the
most.
“I’M SORRY!! I’M SO SORRY!!!....PLEEEASE NO MORE!……HURRY AND TICKLE MY PUSSY PLEEASE!!!!.......”
“Hehehe~ to think the Heroine would one day make this kind of request of me. Hoho, fine, I’ll oblige a little, seeing as how magnanimous I am~”
The Spider Queen finally relents and pulls the silk strands in a way that mimics sharp, scratching nails all across Christie’s nether regions.
“WAAAAAAAAAA~♥♥AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOOAHHOA♥THANKYOUTHANKYOU!!♥OOOOOAHO~AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA!!♥YESYESYESSSS~♥!!OHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~♥♥!!! JUSTLIKETHAT!♥ DONTSTOP~!!!!!!♥♥♥…”
Christie’s pussy has been thoroughly trained by Syrie during their last session. Just merely tickling around her lips, mound, and slit is enough to
bring immense pleasure upon the heroine. Arachnora knew of this, which is why she chose to use nail like sensations like Syrie used. Pent up
beyond all measure, Christie quickly heads off towards the cliff.
“AAOOOAHHAHA~♥♥♥!OOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA♥♥!YEEEESSSSS~!♥ AHAHAHAHAHAH♥HAHAHAHA♥HAHAHAHAHAOOH~♥♥!
IMCLOSEIMSOCLOSE!!! KYAHAOOOOOh~AHAHAOOOHA~♥♥♥UUUUUGGGAA-WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?? NOOO DON’T DO THIS!!!!WAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOT THIS AGAIN!!!!!.......”
Again. Again she is pulled back just before reaching heaven. An empty feeling in her heart spreads. All tickling on her pussy ceased and her mind
refocused on the torturous tickling everywhere else.
“……PLEEEASE NOOO!!......I DID WHAT YOU SAID!!!......YOU PROMISED!....... PLEASE JUST FINISH MEEEE!!!!....” Christie desperately begs.
“Whatever do you mean, Heroine? Even though I didn’t have to, I did what you asked and generously tickled your pussy, didn’t I? I feel tired of it
now. I simply told you to beg, I don’t remember actually promising anything~?”
“…….NOOOOO!!!!.....PLEEEEASE!!!!....WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO??!!!....I’ll do anything!! Please!....”Christie’s desperate need is frying her brain.
“Oh? You would do anything to cum?”
“YES! Yes!...Anything!....Ask me ANYthing!!!...”
The Spider Queen leans down and whispers again in a seductive tone.
“Then, beg~ Keep on begging for it. Loudly. While announcing what a weak, masochistic tickle slut you are. And what a pathetically ticklish pussy
you have.”
“That’s!...”
Oh, revenge is truly ever so sweet~
Christie wants to protest. She had already begged once, shown the monsters her deepest desires, and it went nowhere. At least with that, she
might be able to pass it off as a one-time moment of weakness. She might still recover her reputation, if she gets out of this somehow. But if she
begs again? And who knows how many times after that? She will be the laughing stock of the monster world, literally.
“I am getting tired of this waiting, little Heroine…” Arachnora’s tone turns threatening again. “Start begging, or the tickling will never stop. Do you
want that? Or that sweet, sweet~ release instead? I promise this time. I promise I’ll make you cum your brains out if you beg~”
The threat of continuing that hellish tickle and the allure of that shattering climax make Christie drop all pretense of prestige and grace. Right
now, she is nothing but Arachnora’s tickle slut.
“Please keep tickling my pussy!!....I want it so bad, PLEASE!!...I’M JUST A HOPELESS TICKLE SLUT WHO NEEDS HER PUSSY TICKLED!!!....... TICKLE
ME!! MAKE ME CUM!! …….PLEASE MAKE THIS PATHETIC SLUT CUUUM!!!!”
Christie is instantly awarded with countless sensations of nail scratches on her needy lips. It spreads all around her pussy to her slit, the mound,
the base of her clit, the perineum, and the edge of her groin.
“Keep begging, pet. Don’t stop, or I’ll stop.” Arachnora whispers softly.
“YES!YES♥! JUST LIKE THAT!!!......KEEP TICKLING MY PUSSY JUST LIKE THAT!!!♥♥......MY WEAK PATHETICALLY TICKLISH PUSSY LOOVES THIS!!!.....
I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A HOPELESS MASOCHIST!!!♥♥♥....”
A new sensation joins the fray. Several strands of thick silk came together to slide back and forth across the heroine’s erect clit. The feeling is
absolutely transcendental. Christie screams herself coarse, even forgetting to laugh for a while. She didn’t know how to describe it, but it is nearly
the same as a gauze pad from her world. It is the roughest texture she’s ever felt on her clit, just bordering on pain but didn’t quite cross over
due to the lubrication of the wet silk. A couple of sliding back and forth on her jewel and Christie is rocketing straight towards heaven.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHA-…HUH? WHAT ARHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!? NOOOOOOOOAAAAAHH!!......YOU CAN’T DO THIS YOU PROMISED!!!!!....”
Yet again, all sensations on her pussy ceased right before she reached that zenith. The pleasure around her pussy quickly dropped because of all the other tickling again.
“Oh, but I didn’t break any promises, though? You will definitely have that orgasm, on my word. But I don’t remember saying when?” Arachnora
“innocently” remarked.
“….NOOOOOOO!!!....THAT’S CHEATING!!!...I want it NOOOW!!!!... PLEAAASE!!!” Christie is losing her mind.
“Hehe~ I promise I’ll give it to you soon, ok? This is just the second time, we will reach our goal in no time~”
“Wha…Second time?.......What do you mean???...” Christie’s head is barely working through the tickle haze, she can’t make sense what the Spider
Queen is talking about at all.
Arachnora’s eyes turn sharp. “You DO remember what I said before right? When you were oh so arrogant and conceited? I told you I’ll make you
regret that a hundred times over. Well, that was two times, we’ve got ninety-eight more denials to go.”
“………eh?”
“Oh, and make sure you beg through all of them, LOUD, that was the deal, ok? No begging, and it does not count.”
“wait…wait…I-I will really die…please…” Christie is one hundred percent certain she will not survive this. Even if her body held up somehow,
what’s left of her mind will probably be some empty husk that only vaguely resembles Christie.
…
Five denials.
“OOOOOOOHH!!!...PLEASE KEEP GOING!...PLEASE KEEP RAVAGING MY PATHETIC CLIT!!...”
Ten denials.
“AAAAAAH!!!JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!!... IM SORRY FOR HAVING SUCH A TICKLISH PUSSY!!!...PLEASE KEEP PUNISHING IT!!!...”
Twenty denials.
“YES! THAT’S RIGHT!!!... I’M A HOPELESS TICKLE ADDICT!!!...PLEEASE DON’T STOOOP!!!....KEEP TICKLING MY CLIT LIKE THAT!!!...”
Thirty denials.
“OOOOHAAAAARRRH!!!!...IM DYING!!!IM REALLY GONNA DIE!!!...PLEEEASE DON’T STOP THIS TIME!!!...KEEP TICKLING MY SLUTTY PUSSY!!...”
Forty denials.
“FUUCK YOU!!!...SCREW ALL OF YOU!!!... I’M GOING TO TO KILL YOU!!...AARRRHHH!!...”
Forty denials.
“RAAAAAARHH!!...I SWEAR I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!...ESPECIALLY YOU! YOU STUPID INSECT!!!...AAAAAAAAHHH!!!...”
Forty denials.
“I’M SOOORRYYY!!...IM SO SORRYYYY!!...PLEEEASE FORGIBE MEEE!!!...”
Forty denials.
“AAAAAAARGH!!...IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!!!... I’M JUST A STUPID TICKLE SLUT!!!...PLEASE FORGIVE THIS STUPID TICKLE SLUT AND
KEEP GOING!!!...”
Fifty denials.
“YESYESYES!!...I AM JUST A SLUT THAT NEEDS CORRECTION!...THANK YOU FOR TICKLING ME!.......THANK YOU FOR EDGINGMEEE!!!...”
Sixty denials.
“AAAAHAHAAAANAAHH!!!...I’M SORRY FOR PRETENDING TO BE THE HEROINE!!!..EVEN THOUGH I’M ONLY AN USELESS TICKLE BITCH!!......
IM SORRY FOR BEING SO COCKY!!! ….EVEN THOUGH I HAVE THIS PATHETICALLY WEAK TICKLISH PUSSY!!!... PLEEASE PUNISH ME MOOORE!!!...”
Seventy denials.
“PLEEEASE DOOONT STOOP!!!...I’M AT MY LIMIT!!!!...PLEASE TAKE PITY ON MY TICKLISH CLIT AND PUSSY!!!...MEEERCY PLEEEEASE!!!...”
Eighty denials.
“I SAAID I’M SOOOORRRYY!!...I’M SORRY FOR CALLING YOU STUPID!! EVEN THOUGH I’M THE STUPID TICKLE SLUUT!!!...FORGIVE ME ALREEADY!!!...
YOU OWN ME!!!...MY PUSSY! MY CLIT IS ALL YOURS!!!...PLEEEASE LET THIS PATHETIC WEAKLING CUUUM!!!”
Ninety denials.
“AAAAAAARRHAH!!!...CUM!LET ME CUM!!...LET ME CUM!!...LET ME CUM… LET ME CUUM!!... LET ME CUUUUUUUUM!!...please…”
One hundred.
“…….cum…..me….cum……cum…..”
Christie had been completely destroyed. Her body is exhausted, even with over 400 in Sta. Her mind is a swamp of nothing but desires. If one were to read her mind right now, all they would see is
IwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacum
Iwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwanna
cumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacum…
“Ohehe~ It’s time, my darling Heroine, no, tickle slut. You ready for your reward~?” Arachnora whispers sensually in Christie’s ears. It is as if her words are the most potent of healing spells, Christie immediately jolts upright against the web.
Could it be? Could she finally have it?
Wasting no time for the tickle slut to ponder around, Arachnora focuses all the silk lines from her eight legs to tickle mercilessly around her pussy and clit. Her human fingers stop manipulating strands, instead they plunge into the depth of Christie’s underarms and starts to absolutely wreak havoc there directly. The silk suit does not obstruct the scribbling of her armpits the least bit, it even amplifies the gliding motion like satin.
Christie blew through the roof instantly.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥ OOOOOOH~♥ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!??????? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥”
Something is seriously wrong.
Even though Arachnora is ravaging her weak spots with no reservation, even though she definitely went beyond that pinnacle, even though she is
still there. She just did not cum.
“WHYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!????♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥…”
“Ufufufu~ Now now, little heroine. That was a brilliant show you put on, but let’s not forget who your real owners are, alright?” Sometime during the
spectacle, Syrie and Sydae made their way onto the arena, standing right below Christie under the web.
“If you wanna cum~ Isn’t there someone else you need to ask~?” Sydae playfully teased. With the Crest and the Seal, they each directly controls
whether or not Christie can cum through her pussy and armpits.
“PLEEEEEEEEEAASE!!! PLEASE LET THIS PATHETIC TICKLE SLUT CUUUUM!!! I’M YOUR SLAVE!! I’LL BE YOUR TICKLE SLAVE FOOOREVER!! PLEEASE!
MISTRESSES!!! HAVE MERCY AND LET MY TICKLISH PUSSY AND ARMPITS CUUUUMM!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh my~ Without any prompting whatsoever~ You trained her well, Arachnora.”
“Thank you, my mistress. I’m forever indebted to you for this opportunity!” The Spider Queen revered, without ever slowing down her limbs.
“I think this is it for our little Heroine~ Almost makes me sad~” That’s not true. Sydae had not forgotten about their first encounter. She cannot wait to
wring that arrogant cutie dry. In fact…
“Hey, Heroine! We’ll let you cum your brains out right now! But~ it’ll be the last~ orgasm you will ever have~ Do you sti-”
“YESYESYESYESYES!!!JUST GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥” Christie has no idea what she’s saying. She now runs on a single logic: she would
say anything for anyone who would promise her orgasm.
“Ahahahahaha! So this is the pathetic end for our shameful Heroine. Well, you asked for it! Ready, Syrie? 3…”
“Hehe, yeah, at the same time. 2…”
“1…”
SNAP! SNAP!
The orgasm ban is lifted.
Christie is flown into high orbit. No, maybe even another dimension. The most violent, guttural contractions began in her pussy and just kept pounding her brain. It was just like her first orgasm at the hands of Syrie, her existence had been ripped apart at its very core. Only this time, there’s no ending in sight. It was as if all the previous denied orgasms rushed back all at once. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended before the next one began. She couldn’t tell what she’s cumming from anymore, her armpits, her clit, or her pussy? Minutes passed and she’s still not calming down, she didn’t fall below that plateau even once. The Crest is in place to ensure that she doesn’t fall unconscious. It’s as if this insane orgasm is a sexual beast that devoured her entire being. She just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming……………Her juices kept squirting out nonstop, spraying the Succubus siblings with the last remnants of her power. At some point, her rational mind managed to produce a single thought before drowning back in absolute euphoria:
…over…it’s all over…
Syrie: Lv95→Lv99
Type: Advent Emergence: Lust
Sydae: Lv94→Lv99
Type: Advent Emergence: Lust
Christie An: Lv48→Lv1
Job: Useless nooby beginner
Stats: Str 111→1
Def 22→1
Mag 19→1
Agi 323→1
Sta 17→1
Luk 8→1
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv99
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(EX), Exp leak(EX), Pleasure conversion(EX), Pleasure resistance↓(EX), Orgasm strength↑(EX),
Orgasm interval↓(EX), Orgasm craving(EX), Seal of Lust(Owner:Sydae)
(Invisible to the Bearer) Crest of Lust(Syrie)
Chapter 5
Demon King’s Castle, FL B5
“AHAHAhahaheheahaha!...Please stopahahahahehehehahah…” Helpless laughter echoed around the dungeon. A group of Fuzz Balls is surrounding a quivering figure in the middle. The Fuzz Balls are climbing up and around the figure’s naked body. Their actual body is extremely small, surrounded by 95% soft fur. They dart in and out of the figure’s creases, tickling her endlessly as she hopelessly tries to scrunch her toes and swap the furry balls away.
Christie had been the monster’s tickle slave for three weeks now. Every waking hour of every day is spent being tickled by all manners of tools and
monster appendages. Right now is one of the easier times, with only a bunch of fur balls darting around.
In walks a mummy, the Fuzz Balls scurry away. Crap…
“MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!IMSORRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! KYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHA!!! SPAREHEHAHAHAHAMAHAYAHAHAHAHFEEEETHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The mummy used its skill to bind Christie entirely in bandages, leaving only her cute and soft feet out. It’s focusing both hands on her right foot while letting the ends of some bandage strand flick up and down the other. Her feet is probably her worst spot, now that her other two “hot spots” became forbidden. Her torture ended only when the mummy felt its bandages get splashed with warm liquid from in between her legs…
“HMMMMMMMMaphahemMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMahePHEMMMMMM….”
This time she’s trapped in a living Iron Maiden Cage, its usual torture devices replaced with a myriad of tickle tools. Cuffs, gag, blindfold, feathers,
brushes, blunt pokers, who knows what diabolical thing is going on in there?...
“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT MY BELLY BUTTON!! OHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!...”
She is now trapped in the embrace of a giant flower with her limbs pulled taut into a straight line, leaving her midriff entirely exposed. Sentient vines with brushy tips flick all around her sides and stomach, while a single mischievous vine snuck its way into her belly button. She is going to go mad for a while with this one…
The only time in the day where she is not tickled is late at night. This is the only time she’s able to get some semblance of rest…not. Here she lies in
bed, her fingers going in and out of her pussy, while her other hand tickles around her clit, with an occasional flick over it. It is not enough, no matter how long she masturbated, she just could not get off. She’s unsure if her Crest is even banning her orgasms, she just never came close. She is addicted. She can’t cum without tickling anymore, and tickling herself is just not the same. Despite around the clock tickle torture, those monsters just never touched her pussy or her armpits, leaving Christie in a frustrated mess. She hadn’t orgasmed in three weeks now. Seems like the Succubus sisters are true to their word.
“…I...you…I…will…make…you…regret…notmakingmecum!...” Christie swore in between finger fucking herself. Yes, other than her immense sexual
frustration, not cumming is a good thing for her right now, since she still has one last trump card.
Her other blessing. The Blessing of the Quanton. She looks at her own window:
Christie An: Lv37
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats(+360 SP)
She had passively risen 36 levels in these past weeks, and she didn’t distribute any stat points to keep the illusion that she’s still weak. The Succubus
siblings hadn’t visited her even once. It seems that they simply threw her away like a finished snack. Even this room that she’s confined in right now
seems to just be further humiliation. This is the same dungeon room that she was first captured in. Good. She will make them regret putting her so
close to the surface. She’s a little used to the tickling anyway, she should stay put just a bit longer before her escape. Level 40, that’s when she will
escape. And she will come back stronger than ever, with all the necessary preparation and immunities.
Another week passes in perpetual laughter and frustration.
Christie An: Lv40
Job: Apprentice Heroine
Stats(+390)
It is time. She puts 200 SP into Agi, 40 each to Str and Sta, then the rest 110 into Luk. She needs all the luck she can get right now. Maybe that would have been the difference. It’s late after midnight. The orc guard outside is dozing off, it turns peacefully(not) into squashed mana in its sleep. Christie blew the cell door right open with her fists, then dashes madly towards the entrance. She carefully maneuvers around the patrolling monsters, taking out the unavoidable ones with lightning speed so as to not draw attention.
Finally, after over a month spent in that accursed dungeon, Christie is seeing the moon with her own eyes. She is standing in the ruins of that castle,
ceiling still melted away. It seems that the new Queens of the monsters did not particularly care for this structure. The above ground part, anyway.
Before she could take another step though, her body suddenly freezes in instinctual fear, the hair on her back all standing up taut.
Why…don’t tell me…
“Oh my~ What do we have here~? Our little tickle slave still playing the part of Heroine~?”
Oh no…oh nononononononononono…
“Hmm~? Catsper’s got your tongue? Or are you just ignoring me?” Sydae’s voice echoed in the ruins around her.
Whywhywhy! They didn’t come visit for a month! Why today of all days!
“Well, I had come to give you a surprise~ But it seems you are the one still full of surprises, aren’t you~? How’d you get your strength back? I’m sure you didn’t kill any monsters before tonight?”
There’s no room to think, it’s do or die time. Christie makes a mad dash for it.
“Sigh~Leaving already? And here I wanted to reminisce a bit~ [Somnia]!”
A wave of intense drowsiness hits Christie before she can take a few steps. She can’t…She will… The heroine collapses to the ground, sound in slumber.
Demon King’s Castle, FL B27, Succubus Lair
“And~ Here you are again, little heroine! How was your month as a tickle slave? Did you miss us~?” Syrie cheerfully teases.
“…….” Christie is silent as she is tied down all naked on that chair again, her legs spread wide apart.
“Oh stop sulking so much, even if you got out, I was coming to find you soon anyways, you wouldn’t have made it far,” says Sydae.
“More importantly, this made us take a very close look at you. You…are a Sekain, aren’t you?” Syrie interjected.
“Huh?” Christie had never heard the term before.
“Don’t think you can fool us! We are much more perceptive now that we have ascended. We can see far into the past through the memories of this
world engraved in its mana, as well as the veil of the world all around us now,” says Sydae.
“Sekains are the divine envoys from that Land of Above, sent here every couple thousand years to quell our kind, aren’t you?” Syrie leans in close,
“Now that I took a closer look at you, I can faintly sense the Divine Providence within you.”
“That means your Curse is also of divine origin! No wonder it took me so long to decrypt it!” Exclaims Sydae.
“Well well well. The sworn enemy of our kind, blessed with Divine powers, and to think we were about to let you go as a lowly tickle slave…” Syrie
breathes a sigh of relief. “What’s your secret in gaining power without doing anything?”
“…….”
Sydae walks over to the foot of the chair. “Hehe~ Don’t worry about that for now~ Remember that surprise I said I wanted to show you? If I manage to pull it off…Well, it’s gonna be good news and bad news for you. The bad news is you won’t be able to wear shoes again.”
“What?” Christie can’t help but ask in confusion.
Sydae begins to draw several complicated symbols, sigils, and circles into the air with both hands. Pinkish sparks and energy flies around, and then…
Zap!
“OW!” Christie could feel the bottom of her feet get hit with something.
“Yes! The first stage is done with no problem! I can feel it taking root!” Sydae is very excited.
“What are you-”
Status(new):
C.F.W. (Feet): Lv0
Extra weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra weakness attribute: (indetermined)
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“……………eh?”
“BWAHAHAhaha! I’ll never get tired of that look on your face! You are such a cute Heroine~ There is good news for you now! You can forget about
what we said about having a last orgasm.” Sydae says with great exhilaration. “Go on, sister! Take a shot!”
“Well then~ Do excuse me~” Syrie says as she extends her tongue and gives Christie’s bare feet a good licking.
“KYAAAAHEHAHAHAHEHEAHASTOP!!”
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Feet): Lv2
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(xs)
“Oohhh~ Next stage finalized without a hitch! It’s so cool to see how the circuitry changes depending on the stimulation it received! I didn’t spend a whole month deciphering and construing that thing for nothing! Can’t believe I actually managed to map out the original circuit shape and design.
Am I not just the greatest~?” Sydae says as she spins around to Syrie, expecting a praise.
“Yes, yes. You did very well, little sister. I’m lucky to have you.” Syrie says happily.
“Heh heh…Now, won’t you tell us about your powers, Heroine? And how you got that curse to begin with? What a nasty one that is, you must be
really unlucky.”
Christie is still in a stupor. The gravity of the situation finally dawning on her. For the first time since she came to the new world, no, first time in her
life, she felt genuine despair.
“please…Sob* I…I never even wanted this…Sob* I just wanted to be…Sob*…I-I wanna go home…Sob* …help…waaaah…” Christie is crying real tears
now, sharp tinges of regret pokes at her heart. Why did she pick her underarms as the weakness? Why didn’t she pick up any Cleric immunity skills?
Why didn’t she form a party like every other adventurer?
“Sob*…anyone…help…Sob*…Anisfia…please help me…”
“There’s that name again. You’ve said it several times, haven’t you? Who is she? Your lover?”
“No, it doesn’t matter for now. I can’t stand that ugly expression. Come sister, let’s turn our Heroine back into her usual slutty self. I’m sure she will
have plenty willingness to share everything with us afterwards~” Sydae beckons Syrie over.
One Succubus on each foot, they began to earnestly lick every nook and cranny of Christie’s soft, smooth, and fatally ticklish feet. Having ascended to the highest level, even their bodily fluids are potent aphrodisiacs and sensitivity raisers. Their saliva coats around her feet, getting absorbed, before another layer is endlessly applied. Her new Curse level quickly accumulates.
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Feet): Lv2→Lv21→Lv45→Lv63→Lv79→………
Christie is beyond herself laughing and cumming her brains out. This is a totally different feeling than her pussy or even her armpits. You might think that orgasming with another “untraditional” body part is about the same, however, the sensation from her underarms and feet are completely different. It’s hard to put in words, but scratching her armpits is like tickling somewhere deep within her, while the licking on her feet is like stimulating her clit. Yes, her feet feel like two giant clitorises right now, overwhelming their owner with nonsensical ticklish pleasure. Her full month of abstinence certainly did not help, either. Her despair, her fear, and her regrets are but etchings upon sand compared to this giant tsunami wave of blissful torture, they are quickly washed away and forgotten…
……Maybe…This isn’t so bad……
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It’s been quiet ever since that Heroine went to the Demon King’s Castle. Monster activities around the world had died down, and peace returned once more to the land. Villages, towns, and cities that were once ransacked by those evil creatures were slowly being rebuilt. It’s taken years, but the people slowly regained security and a sense of hope. They pray to their gods and to the Heroine who defeated the Demon King for peace ever after.
Of course, all that is simply on the surface. The new Demon Queens of this land had obtained otherworldly knowledge. They knew their threat levels
are being monitored somehow, and had decided to lay low, slowly bidding their time…
Demon King’s Castle, FL B10,000, ??????
An impossible room in the depth of the Planet, that’s what some monsters in the rooms above B100 say. They are usually brushed off by their peers. There is no way, not even their Queens could survive down there…could they? They haven’t seen them in a while, either. It’s all been that Spider
Queen running things up here.
Vast, metallic tubes line the walls of this room. Four long pillars are raised above the floor, but not touching the ceiling quite yet. On top of each pillar, there are restraints locking down a limb of the trapped heroine, stretching her in a big “X” suspended in the air.
The heroine in question is ravaged endlessly by robotic arms that extends from the pillars, and by floating tendrils. Her stark-naked skin is covered all over in flashing pink, heart shaped tattoos. The arms are tickling everywhere marked by the hearts. Her underarms are being scratched by countless hands with sharp nails. Her thighs are being squeezed by four large arms with thick fingers. Her belly is being brushed by hands with bristles on the tip of the fingers. Her breasts and nipples are being played with by rough hands. Single fingered hands trace meticulously on her bare back. Feather dusters dance around her butt cheeks and occasionally dips near her butthole. Feather rollers are on the back of her knees.
Tendrils covered in countless, fur like cilia slides up and down her feet, with smaller ones between each of her toes. A thick tendril, also covered in fur, slides in and out of her pussy, it is designed to bring as much ticklish sensation to her insides as possible. The walls of her vagina, her G-spot, and her cervix all quiver in ticklish agony. Two brush like tendrils glides up and down her stretched pussy lips while also stimulating her inner thighs. A sucker like tendril is stuck on her extremely erect clit, its insides covered in tiny feeler that wiggles endlessly on the trapped nub.
All over her body is covered by a squirming, pinkish slime. It fills every nook and cranny that isn’t being ravaged by robotic hands or furry tendrils,
leaving not a single spot on the heroine’s body untickled.
The heroine’s head is the only place left alone by the chorus of tickling. Her short bob cut hair had already grown past shoulder length, dangling below from her head. A blindfold robs her of her sight. A pair of runed ear muffs silents her hearing. Those senses won’t have any use here, anyway. The only thing visibly working on her face is her mouth, forever wide open in her biggest smile. Only one sound exists in this room, drowning out the mechanical whirlings and wet slitherings.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
There’s not even any room for moans, as she is in a state of everlasting rapture already. Every single one of her body parts is being tickled into infinite orgasms. There’s no need to breathe or rest, as her Sta had been raised to max. Her brain long since fried by pleasure, her mind melted into a puddle of goop. At least, that’s what would have happened, if the Mental Protection from her Crest didn’t exist. What’s the point of tickle torturing a mindless sack of meat? She needs to retain at least a bit of will to experience the suffering(ecstasy).
Here, deep below the crust, near the Planet’s core, Quanton concentration in the air is tens of thousand times denser than the surface. It’s enough to kill any ordinary mortal, but not the heroine. Every second, her blessings absorb then amplify enough Quanton to instantly take her to Lv50. Every second, that same amount cums right out. This is Christie’s final fate. An endless supply of power being perpetually brought to the pinnacle of anguish(pleasure) to be juiced.
Christie An: Lv1
Job: Tickle slave♡
Stats: Str 1
Def 1
Mag 1
Agi 1
Sta 1(999)
Luk 1
Status:
(Revealed) Crest of Lust(Syrie):
Orgasm Control(Off), Overall sensitivity↑(EX), Overall exp leak(EX), Overall Orgasm Strength↑(EX), Overall Orgasm Craving(EX), Overall Tickle Resistance↓(EX), Overall Tickle Pleasure Conversion(EX), Overall Tickle Craving(EX), Regeneration(L), Mental Protection(s), Stat boost(Sta+998)
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv99… C.F.W.(Feet): Lv99… C.F.W.(Midriff): Lv99… C.F.W.(Hips): Lv99… C.F.W.(Waist): Lv99… C.F.W.(Ribs): Lv99… C.F.W.(Knees): Lv99… C.F.W.(Breasts): Lv99… C.F.W.(Nipples): Lv99… C.F.W.(Thighs): Lv99… C.F.W.(Vagina): Lv99… C.F.W.(Clitoris): Lv99… C.F.W.(G-spot): Lv99… C.F.W.(Cervix): Lv99… C.F.W.(Buttocks): Lv99… C.F.W.(Anus): Lv99… C.F.W.(Neck): Lv99… C.F.W.(Back): Lv99… C.F.W.(Palms): Lv99…………
Below Christie’s raised pillars, two glowing cocoons sit, await, and grow as they are continuously showered with the heroine’s mana rich love juice. They had stopped the tubular collections of this room and had elected to directly absorb that power. They are at their final phase of evolution now. They are so close.
Sy✠rie: Lv???
Type: Chrysalis of ??????????
ĄSyസỡdae: Lv???
Type: Chrysalis of ???????
Epilogue
It has been a good couple of years for Anisfia. Her career shot up ever since she started outsourcing ADAT candidates to Purgamentum. A normal month of work can be done in two days by skipping all those pesky orientations. And with just one more day of work, she is performing around 50% more than her peers. She had perfected the process, skipping more and more steps after that first time with that black haired girl. Sometimes she even grabs sleeping candidates(victims) and press their thumb prints on the contract, before dropping the unaware Heroes(victims) down to a new world with their Blessings and the handbook. The best part? Turns out those nequams aren’t so useless, after all. Despite skipping almost all explanations, they had a 91% success rate in killing the Emergences without further Celestiel intervention, some of the highest rates in her department. Those “video games” and “light novels” sure pays off for them! The only problem in all these is…
“How I didn’t think of it sooner! Hahahehehe…” Anisfia kicks her feet in the air giddily. Her manager confirmed that she will be up for a promotion in the next decade if she keeps this up. At this rate, she will be one of the youngest angels to be elevated to Principality. She can see it clearly already: Anisfia will steadily climb the hierarchy…the youngest to ascend all the way up to Cherubim, where she will have a chance to work with Lord Raphael…One day, at the office, they accidentally bump into each other, their eyes meet…their hands touch…
“AAH! I can’t I can’t! Hehehehehe…” Anisfia buries her head into her pillow, this is getting too raunchy for her. Let’s just do something else for the day.
“Oh yes, all the reports for this period are finished. Did I…? Yes, all done spaced out to be sent out incrementally over the month. Work is such a breeze, I get the rest of the month to do whatever I want! Let’s see… After I finish 90 Day G.Angel… New season of Purgatory’s Cookhouse is coming out soon, right?... Oh, maybe I should go try that new bakehouse that just opened… So many options!”
“Aaahhh, life’s too good……HUUH!? EEEEHH!!???”
Anisfia is suddenly picked up by her ankles by something. Before she can get her bearings, another thing closes in and tears her clothes apart. In a split second, she is restrained above her bed completely naked, stretched out in big “X” by pinkish, floating tendrils. She can sense the stench of Deimonos from these creatures.
Anisfia’s face suddenly turns stern, her sapphire blue pupils now glow a shade of golden yellow. “[Interitus Ultimas]!” A bright light engulfs her room, follow by an intense, scorching heat hot enough to weld atoms.
The tendrils holding her spasm a bit, before shaking off a thin layer of dust, their grip unchanging.
“Whaat!?? That was my strongest Modus! What the heck is this??” Anisfia’s eyes stare wide with an expression of total astonishment.
“Mmfufufu…Well, isn’t that good to know~? It confirms that you are totally helpless now, maybe don’t go spouting stuff like ‘that was my strongest’ next time, hmm?” A seductive voice rings out. Anisfia turns her head to look.
A swirling portal of sable dust twists on the floor behind her, countless tendrils proliferate from it. Out from the center emerges two figures, one with short violet hair and the other with long pink ones. Each of them has three pairs of pitch-dark wings covering their back. On their head, their long horns had twisted and grown into a crown like shape.
One look and Anisfia could tell they are seriously bad news. “[Interitus Ultimas]!”
“Ugh…So bright! Could you stop doing that, please? We’ve looong awaited to meet you, you know? Let’s not sour our first impressions, alright?”
Impossible. To be able to brush off her strongest attack like that…And how are they even here to begin with? The worldly veil surrounding Celestiel is probably the hardest amongst the universes to break. Also, the Quanton quality in the air here is purely positive, having been refined over millennias. The negative nature of Deimonos should not be able to handle it, just being here should be poisonous to them. Yet here they stand…Is this a joke? Is she being pranked right now? Is so, then she s…
“Oh no, no pranks here, hehe~ You are staring at the real deals~”
“Huh?” Anisfia is certain she did not say anything out loud. Did they just…read her mind? That’s not possible…unless…
“Oh~ But it IS! We are living proof, aren’t we? Say it, say what you think we are.”
Breaching into Celestiel and is able to exist here comfortably, reading the mind of an Enochian, impossibly strong durability, crown like symbol of Authority on the head…Only one possibility exists in Anisfia’s head, one that she only read about in textbooks.
“Avatāra Incarnatio…” Anisfia mutters in disbelief.
Avatāra Incarnatio. The physical embodiments of the Nine Obliviances. Even one of them is capable of standing against the highest circles of the angel hierarchy. The last mention of them is in the Sefirodrasil Wars from over a thousand millennia ago. None had appeared since, because Celestiel had taken care to stop them from emerging. Yet, now there are suddenly two standing before her. How is this possible?
“Hehe~ That’s why we came! To thank our benefactor, of course. If not for you, we wouldn’t be here at all, you know.”
“M-me?” There’s no way she has anything to do with these two, right?
“Oh, yes. If little Christie had any idea on what she was doing, we probably would have perished somewhere along the line. So, we are here to offer our outmost gratitude. We are going to make you the happiest little angel around~”
“Christie…? Who…?”
“Oohhh~? Oh nohohoho! You don’t even remember who she is!? You are all she’s thinking about these days, in that tattered head of hers, you know! How cruel! You deserve some punishment~ for that, doesn’t she, sister?”
“Hmmfufu, remember, we are here to bring bliss to our benefactress…Well, I guess a little punishment is fine, as long as it also brings a smile to her face, right?”
“Aahh…p-please…don’t torture me…just kill me…” Anisfia’s whole body is trembling now.
“Kill you? And let your QEP Matrix drift up and be revived? Oh nonono. You see, we had grown very fond of a particular form of ‘punishment.’ It won’t bring you any pain whatsoever, I think you’ll quite like it.”
The two finally approaches the captive angel. One going above her head, and one in between her legs. Several more tendrils gather and position themselves around her feet, legs, back, and trunk of her body. A seductive voice whispers into her ear.
“Tell me, little angel~ are you ticklish~?”
Anisfia learned a valuable lesson that day. She learned that her mouth was capable of producing the most guttural, debauched, and obscene sounds she had never even heard of in her long life. In fact, screams, moans, and laughter are the only sounds she will be making for the next couple of centuries.
Oh, and also maybe don’t take morally dubious short cuts at work. But she will have a long time to reflect on that. Assuming she will still be capable of thinking, that is.
Countless dark portals opened on Celestiel, and an impossible army of Deimonos poured out, restarting a great war between the two species. Can the angels prevail, like they always did? If they don’t, the entire multiverse will turn a lot more…tickly. Let’s pray for all their sakes that they do(don’t) win this one, right?
Friday. Dusky orange Sun. Dry, cool mid-Autumn wind. Classes all but finished for the week. It’s the perfect time for the students of Whitebridge
College to go into town for a night out. A group of friends are getting ready to head out in their car when one of them spots a figure walking by.
“Hey Christie! Wanna come grab a drink with us?” A girl of the group asks.
“Oh no, I can’t. I’m really sorry! I’m very busy this weekend, I promise next time, okay?” The girl in question put her hands together apologetically.
“No worries! See you next week then!” The girl smiles and waves, before getting into the car and riding away.
Christie An is a junior year college student with a bit of a tomboyish style. She sports a head of black hair in a rebellious bob cut. Her dark hazel
eyes had been described by her friends as having “a gloomy intensity,” which contrasted sharply with her cute, perky nose and rosy thin lips.
Her go to wardrobe is a pair of denim short shorts with black Converse and black stockings that goes just below her shorts. Her upper body is
often topped with a plain white crop top and a black leather jacket. She consistently gets top grades in her classes, and her body is always kept
toned and slender with soft, creamy skin.
With features such as these it’s not hard to imagine that Christie is fairly popular, she constantly gets invited out to bars, karaoke, parties, or sports
games. Christie though, usually keeps to herself, but she does occasionally answer the call to hang out, most often being games such as tennis,
badminton, or even basketball. This meant that somehow, Christie manages to stay well liked, especially with the guys, yet still keeps an air of
mysteriousness while spending most of her time alone.
“Aaah~ finaaally home~” Christie kicks off her shoes, throws her leather jacket on the sofa, and heads straight into her room. Plop! She slumps
into her bed and begins to snuggle her giant Kirby plushie. Looking around, her room is surrounded by shelves full of figurines. Anime, video
game, manga, comic book characters, you name it. Her walls are covered with posters of similar characters.
“Hmmm let’s see… Probably just one or two bosses until the Elden Beast… Shouldn’t take all night, which leaves time to watch… Hmm, the new
Batman looks waaay too buff… Oh, right! The new season of Overlord is coming out next week...”
Yep, these are the hobbies that the popular Christie is really into. Ever since she was a kid, she had always liked “boy things” such as video games
and sports more. And being an Asian, she naturally got more exposed to eastern Anime as well. However, the older she grew, the more other kids would tease her about her hobbies, and of course her Asian parents would lecture her about “traditional womanly” etiquettes non-stop. This made Christie learn to hide her real interests and engage socially with superficially more accepted things like tomboy fashion and being more physically oriented. One might think that Christie may feel oppressed, but she is actually quite content with her current routines.
“Oh yes, all the assignments due next week are already finished. School work is such a breeze, I get all weekend to do whatever I want! Let’s see…
After I finish Elden Ring… Silksong is coming out soon, right?... All the new stuff this season looks superb, too! So many options!”
“Aaahhh, life’s too good……HUUH!? EEEEHH!!???”
A blinding light suddenly engulfs Christie’s room. She tries to block it with her hands and closes her eyes, but even then, all she sees is a flash of
scorching white burning through her eyelids. She loses contact with her bed, she is…floating? She frantically wiggles her limbs around, but they touch nothing. A moment later, the light is gone and her body drops to the ground.
“Owww, wha-what happened?” It took a minute for Christie’s eyes to readjust. This time, she’s in pitch darkness. The floor feels cold and smooth,
like marble. This is definitely not the wooden, partially carpeted floor of her room.
“He...Hello?” Christie asks, looking frantically around, she still cannot see anything. She starts to panic a little.
Another ray of light shone in Christie’s eyes, this time much gentler. Although it carried with it no heat, she could swear it felt like a gentle caress
on her skin. This crown of light seems to come from up top. Christie’s gaze follows it to its source, and she is shocked to find a figure slowly
descending towards her.
“Fear nought, childe.” A feminine voice echoed. Christie found herself calming down instantly. This voice sounds youthful, yet soothing and ethereal
at the same time. She focuses on making out the source of the voice.
The first thing to enter her vision is a pair of bare feet. They are slender, curved with the perfect shape of arch. Pale, white skin, but not to the point
of looking sickly, and a shade of rosy red coming through her toes, soles, then extending through her insteps down to her heels. As the figure
keeps on slowly descending, the angle of Christie’s gaze changed and she’s seeing the top of the feet now. The ankles are covered by the bottom
of a white, frilly dress. She cannot see any bare skin above it, but the hazy outline of long, slim shapes betrays the cover and unveils the form of
slender legs underneath.
Christie cannot bring herself to move her gaze while the figure keeps lowering down, now she’s seeing the upper half of
the body. A thin, golden loop is tied around the waist like a belt, separating the top and bottom of an hourglass-like physique. The full picture of
the garment comes along, the figure is wearing a white Peplos-like cloth. The chest comes into view: moderately busty, a size or half larger than
her own. It is also covered by the smooth material that extends a single line up to and around to the back, revealing the bare shoulders. Her arms
are slighted extended, with the palms open in a welcoming manner.
At this point, Christie notices the striking feature that divulges the figure’s true identity: a pair of dove-like wings on her back, large enough to cover the whole length of her body. She breaks out of her trance and her eyes immediately dart up to confirm… It is there, after all. A shining, round halo floats atop the figure’s head. She quickly shifts her gaze down, past a head covered by golden blonde strands that extends down just past the shoulders.
At last, Christie now gazes directly at the figure’s face. Perfectly symmetrical, well-rounded shape with curvy edges. Pale, yet fair complexion just like her bare feet, with a slight hint of rosy red on her cheeks. Perfectly round, sapphire blue eyes glisten as if they are radiating their own light. Perfect ruby red, heart shaped lips, curled up in a slight smile.
Perfectly sculpted nose. Perfect eyebrows. Perfect lashes. Perfect…perfect…
Perfect.
Absolutely divinely perfect.
These are the only words Christie could think of to describe what she’s seeing. She doesn’t notice it, but her mouth is slightly agape with a thin
line of drool coming out. And even though she’s never liked girls that way, her heart skipped a beat upon seeing that angelic face.
The figure finishes her descension and is now facing Christie at eye level, standing just a couple meters away. She opens her mouth and that sweet
voice rang out once more.
“Mine name be Anisfia. I am cometh to welcome thee into a new worlde. A worlde of magik and fantasie, but full of strif and hardship abideth thee.”
Ahhh… I could stare at her and listen all day… She’s so… Wait, what did she just say? Christie snapped out of her daydream. A new world?
Magic? Welcome me? That means… that I… she quickly put together what’s going on. She always fantasized about this exact scenario, but now
that she is actually here, she is feeling overwhelmingly…
“Ther is glorious purpose awaiting to be y-done. I am the one tasked to charge thee of this purpose. Raise thine eyes, and-”
“Wait! Hold on! Something’s wrong here! I shouldn’t be here!” Christie interrupts, her voice trembling.
“… ...uh, raise thine eyes! And behold the-”
“I said wait! Ms. Angel, there must be a mistake here! H-How did I even die? I was just in my room! Shouldn’t there be a truck at least?!” Christie is
full on panicking. “My parents! They can’t just- they’ll… I will-”
“Are you off your rockers or something? You sure don’t seem dead to me, you nequam.”
“eh?”
“Hmm?”
…
Who just said that? Christie looks around, the only other figure around is still the divine angel before her. Surely she…
“So, uh… I’m not dead?” Christie asks timidly.
“Maybe I seriously misunderstood something about your world, but the dead don’t typically stand around and converse with people, right?”
The angel before her answered.
Christie could not argue against that.
“So… I’m…not just a soul either? I’m ALIVE alive?”
“Oh My Gabriel! You DO HAVE a body, right? You can FEEL it? Can you SEE me? How can you just be a QEP Matrix right now?” Anisfia seems
flustered.
“Uh…Sorry?” Christie is at an absolutely loss for words.
“Sigh…Now where was I… Ahem! Raise thine eyes, and behold the golden light of Celestiel! Thou shalt be…be…”
“…?”
Anisfia spins around with her back to Christie and snaps her fingers, a thick book appears in her hands. “After Celestiel, after Celestiel…here!” She
quickly flips through the pages. “If candidate is calm and oriented, go to Section CXI, article (2), read from line (p)…No that, if subject exhibits
confusion, Section CXIII, choose accordingly from article (8)…Wait, is this even regular confusion? Never had someone ramble about being dead
while clearly alive…Ugh! I was supposed to SAVE time on this!”
Christie looks on in utter bewilderment as the angel mumbles to herself. Her internal image of angels, and, specifically this figure before her, is
starting to rapidly deteriorate. “Um…If I’m alive, then…this isn’t one of those reincarnating settings? This a direct summon, right?”
Anisfia suddenly flips around, her eyes beaming. “Yes! That’s right! You were summoned here! So you DO know what’s going on!” She throws the
book down, rushes to Christie and grabs her shoulders. “Tell me, tell me! Everything that you think is going on here!”
“Umm… I’m being summoned to another world? Uh… direct summon with my current body usually means there’s a clear end goal, like defeating
the demon lord, or an evil witch? And I get to have a special skill right?”
“Hoozah!!” Anisfia jumps up in joy. “Pretty much it! I knew I was right to pick from Purgamentum!” She snaps her fingers again and an hourglass
and a scroll appear in her hands. “Alright! I still have ten minutes! Quick! Come sign this and get your Blessing, then you can be on your merry way!”
She holds out the scroll and a quill to Christie.
The rolled up scroll is at least 10 cm thick from the center, and only a sliver of parchment is visible at the bottom. Christie is having a lot of doubt
right now. “Umm, I’m not signing that. You are clearly hiding something.”
“Whaat? I’m not hiding anything! You know what the deal is already, right? I’m just saving time on the boooring explanations, you don’t wanna
hear that stuff right? Please just sign!” Anisfia desperately pleaded.
“No, I honestly DON’T know what the deal is. Explain everything. From the very beginning. The magic system, the demon lord’s origin, and YOU.
EVERYTHING.” Christie needs to be cautious right now; she certainly would not want to end up like a certain tracksuit guy. No, not that one, the
one with the groceries.
Anisfia looks frantically at the hourglass, nine minutes now… “Darn it all!” She stomps her foot. “You nequams are so unreliable! Literally every
universe knows about us and the ADAT. I really have to waste time explaining the basics??”
Christie crosses her arms and stares silently at the angel, she is not budging. Perhaps it would be quicker to just explain… Anisfia snaps her fingers
one more time and a bolt of lightning shoots off into the ceiling, startling the defiant girl.
“See that? A basic application of Quanton that everyone from ANY universe could know how to do. Quanton is the fundamental particle of
existence that allows the manipulation of REALITY. In all universes, these particles exist exclusively in the core of Planets. They come to existence
there, then gets filtered through the crust and finally released into the atmosphere. In your words, just call it ‘mana’ if it’s easier to understand.”
“Empty Planets are easy enough to harvest mana from, it’s Planets with life that are problematic. Issue is, all Planets have a tendency to nurture life,
they appear sooner or later. All creatures born on a Planet eventually evolve biological Quanton circuits, we angels are so good at…um… ‘magic’
because we are one of the oldest civilizations. That’s why we Celestiel took charge of establishing order between worlds. See, when higher
intelligent life emerges, their psyche patterns influence the quality of Quanton in the atmosphere. When less developed (Unenlightened)
civilizations reach a certain population threshold, enough negativity will be present to form Deimonos, monsters made of pure mana that
comprises only of negative traits.”
“Deimo… Demons?” Christie pondered.
“Basically. The more they grow, the more intelligent they get, then with enough Quanton power, they can cross universes without Celestiel
regulation, that would really get out of hand. We don’t have the Enochpower to personally deal with every possible threat happening on sextillions
of Planets in billions of universes. So, we choose candidates according to the AllWorlds Draft Acquisition Treatise to dispose of the strong ones
before they become a real threat. Well, one hasn’t happened for over a 1000 millenia, so I’d say we are doing a pretty good job!” Anisfia takes
another look at the hourglass, six minutes to go…
“That’s gotta be enough, right? Just sign right now, pleeease! This is really bad, I’m running out of time here. I can’t believe I had to waste time
explaining things that even little kids would know! I was SUPPOSED to SAVE time on you! Nequams really ARE good for nothings!” Anisfia whined.
Something about her tone just rubs Christie the wrong way. “Well excuuuuse me for being so dumb! You say ANY universe would know about
this stuff? Well, you are clearly wrong because not a single person on Earth has heard of these crap!”
Anisfia rolled her eyes. “THAT’s because for some Michael forsaken reason, your universe is the ONLY one out of BILLIONS that does not have
Quanton! Your Planets are practically dead! Useless! Only so few in specific zones could host life. Total Purgamentum of an universe!”
What? Christie is baffled yet again. This is typically not how the story goes. Don’t humans get reincarnated into other worlds with cheat skills
because they are special or something? If Earth is the only WEAK outlier in a multiverse, then wouldn’t that mean they are doomed?
“Hold on… If what you said is true…If we don’t have magic and ALL other universe DO, and they even know each other and Celestiel… So travel
between universes isn’t that hard right? Then… wouldn’t Earth, our universe, have been conquered by the bad guys a long time ago?”
“Pfffffft! Wha-” Anisfia was not prepared to hear that. “Whahahahaha! What are you saying? Ehehehe… Did you not hear a word I said?
Purgamentum is basically a dumpster ground, why would anyone- ehehahahahaHAHA…ohaha, my stomachahahe, ehe…”
“Justehe, imagine, yo-hahaha, you just standing in a pile of wastehehe, then screams ‘I’m King of the Dumps’ WAHAHAHAHAhahahaha…” Anisfia
was just starting to calm down before talking herself into an even crazier fit of laughter. “HAHAHAohaoho, I-ha- I canthahahoho…” She is on the
floor now, kicking her legs up and down in the air in a giddily fashion.
This is not funny…Christie stares speechlessly as this “Perfect” angel keeps kicking her legs up, she catches a glimpse underneath her dress.
Smooth…and no underwear…
“OHOHOhoha, not evhehen, not even Deimonos bother going there! We even send some there as punishment! Buthehehe, but imaginehehehe,
new species discovered! Deimonos of Shit! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..” Anisfia is rolling on the floor now, her head flailing left and right.
Swoosh! Something just flew by Christie’s ear. “Eek!” What was that? Christie quickly scans around them. Behind her, a disc of light spun around in
a circle before dropping still on the floor. Surely that’s not… Christie turned around to look at the flailing angel, her head noticeably less shiny.
“Ohoho, hoho… That’s good. That was goohohod.” Anisfia finally manages to stand up, wiping her tears. There’s a large empty void on her back,
something’s not where it’s supposed to be…
“Anyways, we should really… hmm?” Noticing Christie’s deadpan stare, Anisfia follows her gaze to find her wings lying motionlessly on the floor,
conspicuously NOT on her back.
“Oh, those. Hehe. They are just props, figured just in case I grabbed the wrong kind of person, y’know. Best to appear as “godly” as possible. Glad
that wasn’t necessary! I can fly just fine using Quanton.”
“…”
“You know, veeery strange aesthetics on the perception of higher beings, you guys have. Why would higher beings have decorative features that
are the same found on common livestock in your world? And that lightbulb on the head, I don’t even know.”
“……And your Peplos? Your clothes?”
“Hmm? Just my pajamas…What? Never heard of working from home?”
“………”
“Ahh! I only have four minutes left! Quick quick, sign here, we still have the Blessing stage to go through!” Anisfia panics, she really is running out
of time.
“…I… give up…Just…Answer me this… and I’ll sign. If my world’s so bad, why’d you even pick me? Like you said…you had to explain all the basics
too. Even a kid’s better than me…” Christie sulked.
“Weeell, normally, yeah. You nequams would never be drafted. Buuut~” Anisfia suddenly sounded smug, “see, being the benevolent genius that I
am, I, and only I, noticed that even though your world is useless, the culture on Earth in the recent decades is booming! The fictional works that
you guys produce just so happens to match 78% of what’s going on in our worlds! Everything from physics, combat, Quan- um, Magic systems,
to social structures and Dei-, monster interactions. Yeah, I didn’t expect you to waste time on the basics, but THESE are the parts that normally
takes DAYS to explain to regular candidates. Those peaceful, pampered morons from developed (Enlightened) Planets just don’t get it! I have to
drill everything into them! Monster traits, safety against all kinds of environments…groups…governments…How to gain power the proper way, all
kinds of hazards and issues, don’t try to ‘guide’ and takeover the locals, the list goes on and on! And Celestiel is technically responsible for their
safety! If they or their family files a complaint, there goes my monthly bonus! My manager is really strict about these things, y’know. If anymo-”
“Hold on, what was that thing you just said?”
“My manager is really str-”
“No, a bit before that.”
“Umm…I have to teach all kinds of hazards and-”
“After that.”
“If they or their fami…” Anisfia finally notices her slip up.
“Anisfia. How. Do. I. File. A. Com-Pla-Int?”
“Uhh, ha..haha. File a what now? Umm…you know…we only just met you know? Shouldn’t we get to…A-and you don’t even know how to use
Quanton… uhh…can’t do anything here without Quanton, y’know…ehe…he…”
“WHY! YOU! Slimy little-!” Christie grabs Anisfia’s shoulder and starts shaking her back and forth. “You only picked me because I can’t COMPLAIN!?
So you can get away with slacking off work!?”
“Hey! Oh! Stop-oof! That-oh! I’m-oof! Gettingdizzy-Oh!” Anisfia pushes Christie away and glances at her hourglass, only two minutes to go…
“Okay! Okay! I’m really sorry about how this thing started, but, uh, you can get a lot out of this, you know?” Anisfia tries frantically to come up
with something. “Umm, when you destroy the designated target, you get to come back you know, to Earth? Along with all the Quanton that you’ll
collect from the other world, get what I’m saying?”
“!!”
“Aha! I see that look in your eyes! You sure do catch on to things quick. Listen, you won’t be able to recharge any mana back on Earth, but
depending on how strong you get in the new world…You can reign as a superbeing for a couple of decades, at least. Not bad, eh? Nobody pays
attention to Purgamentum anyways, you can do whatever you want!”
“…”
“Oh please stop thinking about this soo much! I’m begging you, just sign! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…” Anisfia steals a glance from the hourglass
in between her begging, one and a half minute… “Oh please please! My LIFE depends on it! I’m out of time!”
“Oh, what the hell…fineeee.” Christie finally gives in and signs her name on the scroll. As much as she still has her reservations about this
pathetic… “angel” and her antics, she does not sense any malice or hostility from her. She is telling the truth…mostly…probably.
“Thank Gabriel! Time for your Blessing!” Anisfia snaps her finger once more and a huge roulette wheel appears before them. “Now for the most
exciting part…but before that, let me give you something of my own making.”
Anisfia places the back of her middle finger and thumb on Christie’s forehead, then- Thump!
“OOowww! What the heck was that for!?” The middle of Christie’s forehead is throbbing, and the dull pain is extending down towards her eyes.
“ow ow ow…huh??!”
A sort of familiar looking, rectangular window begins to float in Christie’s vision.
Christie An: Lv1
Job: Useless nooby beginner
Stats: Str 7
Def 5
Mag 1
Agi 11
Sta 5
Luk 1
Status: None
“This is!?” Christie exclaims.
“Neat, isn’t it. A special little program by yours truly.” Anisfia said smugly, while giving a little curtsy. “When Deimonos die, their Quanton gets
released and can be absorbed by you. This matches pretty neatly with ‘exp’ in your ‘video games’ right? This system will leave some of those
Quanton as ‘mp,’ and use the rest to feed them into developing your circuits while framing everything as an easy to understand ‘game’ for you;
I even threw in an identifying function so you can fight monsters more readily.”
Christie looks over to the gloating angel:
Anisfia: Lv143
Type: Enochian
Proficient attributes: Lumos, Crearen, Destructio
Lv143??... is she…actually really strong? Christie can’t believe it, surely the level system scales weird, right?
“Now we finally get to the last part. Heya!” Anisfia pushes the wheel with vigorous strength, all the while keeping an eye on the hourglass.
One minute left.
Christie watches as the giant wheel spins into a blur, there has to be around a hundred different Blessings. The sands of the hourglass are trickling
ever closely to empty. 52…51… The wheel finally starts to slow down before landing on… “Ding! Ding! Congrats on getting… OMG! WHAT?? I’ve
never seen this one before!” Anisfia exclaims.
Christie stares at the tiny indentation that the arrow stopped at, it is clearly much narrower than the other options. Had she gotten lucky? Could
she be special, after all?
“Mark of the Heaven Bound: Choose any THREE Blessings in exchange for a Curse? That’s!” 46…45… “Ahhh! You are supposed to be on your way
already!! Why did you have to get this one?? Hurry up and pick! Let me get the other wheel ready!” One more snap of her fingers, and a smaller,
darker wheel of Curses pops into existence.
“Wait, you are going too fast! I don’t even kn-!” Christie wanted to protest, but suddenly information about the Blessings starts to appear in her
vision as she is glancing around the big wheel. Another function of Anisfia’s own system, probably. Her eyes rapidly dart all over the wheel,
gathering what she can about the Blessings.
“Okay, let’s get this spinning, Heya!... You done over there?” Anisfia looks at Christie, who is thinking harder than she’d ever done before. Her mind
frantically racing before settling on her Blessings:
Blessing of the Unequivocal Genius: Able to instantly learn and combine Abilities from any class, regardless of restrictions or requirements.
Blessing of the Quanton: Able to absorb mana directly from the air. Passively generates Exp.
Blessing of the Decimillion: Any Exp gain is multiplied by 10x.
“Oooh! Pretty broken combos. These Blessings really weren’t designed to work in tandem! Now, let’s see what Curse you get.”
“Do I really need to get a Curse? What’s even the point of that?” Christie seriously does not like the prospect of being cursed.
“No can do, it’s not like this system comes from me. They are from above, like, waaaay above my paygrade. Whatever you get, we must follow
through. If you ask me, CHOOSING three Blessings for just one Curse is an absolute bargain, it’s really just there so you don’t get too powerful
and start disrupting the Planet’s natural progress towards Enlightenment.” Anisfia checks the hourglass again, 30…29…28…
“Ding! Ding! Aaaand your unfortunate Curse is… Curse of Fatal Weakness!” 23…22…
“F-Fatal!? Can I re-roll that one??”
“Let’s see here…Oh, this isn’t even that bad! It has to be like, the weakest one on here! You just pick a body part, you are unable to cover it with
equipment or protect it with Qua-uh, Magic. Then it becomes extra weak to the attribute of the first attack that hits it. That’s it.” 17…16…
“Oh wait… MORE things to pick?? Hurry! Hurry up and pick a body part already!” 14…13…
“Uhh…ummm…” Christie’s head is working overtime again. Let’s see, head and trunk of the body is too important. The back too for the same
reason, need to protect the spine and the organs! Neck too, of course. Butt and cro…yeah, out of question. Legs…mobility is important
as well, can’t risk any damage. Feet…need to wear shoes! Hands are also way too important. The arms…more expendable, but it would
get hit pretty often, I need to be able to wear bracers… So, I should pick somewhere that normally would not be covered by armor
anyways, probably not the shoulders either then…Hold on, what’s even left? This only leaves me with…
“My underarms?” As soon as the last syllable left her mouth, Christie feels a Zap to her armpits, and the sleeves of her crop top blows right off
from the bottom, leaving it more like a tattered tank top. “OW! Hey! I was just thinking aloud! I didn’t-!” A new window pops up in her vision,
updating her “status” effects.
Status(new):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv0
Extra Weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra Weakness effects: (indetermined)
5 seconds remaining…
“Okayyouarefinallyalldoneitwasnicetomeetyounowletmefinishtheprocedureok?” Anisfia claps her hands together. “I, Anisfia,
herebycommenceyouonwardstothisoutmosthonorandhopeyouwillfindthisendeavorendearingfortheyearstocome.
PleasesendanyfeedbacktoCelestielbranchheadquartersnumberonethousandthreehundredeightyfourthankyouverymuch!”
Another ray of light appears, this time from down below. Christie starts to slowly sink towards the floor. A strong gust of wind begins to gather a
wave of glittering stardust around her in a swirl. Christie feels like she’s sinking in quicksand, the floor is turning into a whirlpool of golden dust. A
portal is opening in the very center. She closes her eyes and leans back…
What. The heck. Was all that. This is the worst fantasy experience ever. I didn’t even get to drag that pathetic excuse of an angel with
me… How did I even think that she’s a perfect beauty?? Was my head in the gutter? I was…disoriented and confused, yeah, must be it.
Hmmm…Well, all things considered, my Blessings should be strong enough to get me through this, right? I hope the new world isn-
“Yeeesss! That stupid nequam almost made me late, but I made it to the stream on time…”
Hmm? What the hell did she just… Christie’s sunken almost to her neck now, she opens her eyes and sees Anisfia slopped lazily on a giant bean
bag sofa, one she just snapped into existence, no doubt. In front of her is a tall, wide screen that Christie can only equate to a TV. Some shirtless
guy is moving around on it.
“Oohhhh~ Lord Raphael~ ♡ You are as dreamy as ever~ This is a once in a decade workout stream, too. I’m so glad I didn’t miss even a single
second~”
What.
“AAARRGHHHHH!!!!!” Christie manages to pull her arms free and claws frantically at the floor. “THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE RUSHING MEFOOR!!????
OH COME here you stupid muppet! You are SOOO DEAD! ARRGHHH!!!” She is so going to whack that birdbrain in the head!
“Oh, you still here? Then before I forget…” Snap! A huge tome, bigger than the length of her forearm, appears in her hands. “This is all the training
I was supposed to do for you. It will all seem like a game to you because of my system, but it’s really not, ok? There are some things that just does
not equate. Don’t trust your instincts and make sure you read it all, especially the section on attributes because of your Curse, ok~?” Anisfia
throws the tome towards Christie, it hits her right on the head with a loud THUMP! Christie’s hands let go and she falls into the now fully formed
sand-portal.
“ANISFIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SCREW YOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu….”
And with that, Christie’s Other Worldly Adventure officially begins.
Chapter 1
My Other Worldly Adventure is almost over…Christie thinks as she overlooks an ominous looking castle.
It has been around 3 months since Christie dropped down to the new world. Unsurprisingly, the combination of three Blessings made her nigh
unstoppable. She spent the first two days exploring around the beginner town, just enjoying new foods and scenery, and she already raised to
Lv23 passively. Killing monsters generates even more exp, she found that the Deimonos are truly straight out of an RPG. Slimes, orcs, goblins,
skeletons, she lost count of the types and how many she has killed.
Now, she has arrived at the last town before the Demon King’s Castle. Being so close in proximity to the final boss, it of course is being run by a
monster. The final lieutenant of the Demon King. A grotesque looking, giant spider-like creature is here to greet the heroine. Although it has the
body and appendages of a normal spider, a female humanoid upper body protrudes on top where the head usually is.
“Muhahaha! Who dares to intrude upon the territory of Arachnora? Oh? Is this little thing the Heroine that I’ve heard so much about? You don’t
look too impressive to me! How nice of you to volunteer yourself to my web, hehehehe…” Sneers the giant monster.
These dialogues need some serious rework… Christie gave a resigned smile and looks at her foe with pitying contempt.
Arachnora: Lv68
Type: Spider Queen
Proficient attributes: Bombyxia, Fabrica, Piercing
Christie takes a look at her own stats:
Christie An: Lv99
Job: Protean Heroine of Legend
Stats: Str 58(68)
Def 31(584)
Mag 464(524)
Agi 654(764)
Sta 49(59)
Luk 14(24)
“Muhahahaho, little girlie, if you give up and surrender now without struggling, I may consi-”
Christie had heard enough, she points at the spider’s direction and chants,
“[Interitus]!”
A beam of intense heat, hot enough to split atoms, shoots out and burns away the spider’s right legs.
“AAARRH! Ah! Ah! What did you-! M-minions! Kill this bitch!” Arachnora cries out in pain and quickly retreats behind her cronies to run. A bunch
of small monsters gather and charges at Christie.
Curse of Mummy: Lv48
Type: Mummy
Proficient attribute: Umbra, Cir…
“Weeeak.” Christie did not even bother finishing reading, a wave of her hand and it burns to ashes.
Iron Maiden Cage: Lv43
Type: Living Mec…
“Boooring.” It gets melted into a puddle by acid.
Sentient Vine…
“Neext!” It gets frozen stiff before breaking into pieces.
“Sigh…So there’s no one worthy of challenge here, either. I guess you are all fated to die today, then.” Christie raises her hands. “Begone, insects.”
That sounded cool, right? A giant fireball forms and detonates into a huge explosion, engulfing the poor monster group.
“Hmm? You still alive?” Christie catches the big spider trying to scurry away amidst the chaos.
“Ahhh! Mercy! Mercy please! I-I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your greatness!” Arachnora does her best to kneel down to the floor. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
Please forgive me! I can give you information on the King! Please!”
Christie is feeling a little sadistic today, all the past enemies had been so boring. And she never liked spiders, anyway.
“Oh? You would do anything to live?”
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Ask me anything!”
“Then, crawl yourself over to me, while announcing what a useless, weakling bug you are. I want to hear it loud and clear.” Christie demands.
“That’s!” The spider wanted to protest. Now that the monsters are dispatched, a small group of townsfolk are coming out of their homes and
gathers around.
“Well? You sure terrorized these poor people long enough, right? Can’t take a little now that the roles are switched? Go on, show these people
how pathetic you really are, if you want to live, that is.”
“I, I-I, am a weak little bug. I am sorry.” Arachnora said sheepishly while crawling itself towards Christie.
“More. And louder.”
“I AM just a useless insect! I AM a good for nothing weakling! Oh please have mercy on this little bug!” She inches close to the ground right before
Christie.
“Good. Now lick the dust off my shoes.” Commanded Christie.
“Y-yes, as you say.” Arachnora crawls up right before Christie’s feet, puts her head down, then…SPEW! The abdomen of her spider half suddenly
arches and a stream of silk shoots out at Christie at lightning fast speed, catching the heroine off guard and binding her entirely… is what should
have happened. Instead, it missed completely, shooting off into the air.
“What!!? Where did-ARRRRRRHH!” Arachnora could not even finish her reaction before the pain of being shred apart hit her entire body.
Christie, dagger in hand, walks up from behind her. “Did you really think I’d let you get so close to me without covering my bases? Stupid little
bug to the end.”
“Bu, but, you are a Mage! How could you move that fa…” Arachnora fades away before finishing her sentence.
Christie’s “stats” window updates slightly:
Stats(+1 SP)
Christie can’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had not leveled up since hitting Lv99 a month ago. Anymore monster kills occasionally award
her with a single stat point, which she was getting 10 of while leveling up. She puts the new point into Agi, then moves down to stare at her “status”
window, thinking back on her journey.
Status:
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv0
Extra weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra weakness effects: (indetermined)
From the very start, Christie decided against a more close-combat oriented build. It won’t matter how durable she could become, her weakness
would have 0 defense anyways. In that case, it’s best to avoid getting hit to begin with. She put most of her stats into Agi, making her insanely fast.
The next investment is Mag, making most of her range attacks potent, while her speed takes care of anything that manages to get close. The rest
of the points were invested into Str and Sta. She found that increasing these stats to 40 is already peak regular human condition, anything past did
not help her in combat, since her damage mostly depends on Mag and Agi. Armor takes care of Def, and Luk seems too abstract to invest. As she
journeyed on, she picked up the legendary armor set that gives +10 to all stats, dagger that gives +100 Agi, and circlet that gives +50 Mag. Due to
all these combinations, Christie did not get hit even once on her weakness.
It’s like I don’t even have a Curse, it really is the weakest one. Christie thought, relishing how lucky she is. Well, it’s also because I’m soo smart.
Despite initially against her intentions, she came to realize that her choice of weakness is well picked. It’s one of the least paid attention to spots in
the heat of battle, and despite no equipment or magic protection, she can simply close her arms to hide it.
Almost the entire town is gathered around Christie now, celebrating their freedom and the Heroine that made it possible. Savoring all the cheers
and praises, Christie feels more confident than ever before. Why wait any further? The Demon King’s Castle is visible in the distant, why not just
finish it now?
“[Fly]” Christie cast a levitation spell and zooms off to the sky, while the townspeople watch in awe.
Before long, Christie is floating above the Demon King’s Castle. A wave of her hands, and a sickly cloud gathers before raining down a verdant storm.
Assassin+Conjurer+Alchemist+Aeromancer
Making full use of her blessing of genius, Christie combines the poison making of assassins and alchemists into a deadly acid, then incorporates it
into a magical storm. The stone walls of the castle quickly melt away, along with much of the occupants inside. Christie could barely make out their
shapes and screams before they are reduced to a pile of goo.
The throne room is fully visible now that the ceiling melted away, and a giant roar rings out. “AAAARRGHHHHHHH!!!!” A huge, gross looking
scaly lizard like monster is squirming on the throne.
Demon King Lizazzos: Lv90
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Wrath
Proficient attributes: Piercing, Bludgeon, Aqua
“WHAT IS THIS!??? This must be against some kind of ethic laws!!!” Said the Demon King, of all beings. He is completely caught off guard.
Oracle+Slayer+Conjurer+Bladesmith+Elementalist
A myriad of blades appears in the air, all pointing towards the monster. They are enchanted to home in and do more damage to bosses, in addition
to all kinds of fire, ice, earth powers, etc. A snap of her fingers and the big bad is skewered like a porcupine.
Stats(+2 SP)
Well that was anti-climatic…It seems that Christie had gotten just a little too strong for the Demon King of this world to be of any match. She
stands there in some moments of silence…nothing happens.
“Heey! Anisfia?? What now?” Christie yells into the air. Nothing.
“HEEEEY! YOU BETTER NOT BE SLACKING OFF STILL!!” Christie waves her arm futilely into the air. Is Anisfia really not paying attention? Or is Christie
missing something…She suddenly remembers that huge tome that the angel threw at her. Was there an exit procedure she was supposed to read
about? When she first fell into this world, it was straight into the middle of a giant lake. She seems to recall a splash besides her, but she was too
busy saving herself to care. It took over an hour for her to swim to shore, and she’s all but forgotten about the guide by then.
“Godda…no, GABRIELdammit! You hear that!? You bunch of good for nothings!!” One last vent of frustration, and Christie begins to explore her
surroundings. She really does not want to go all the way back looking for that book right now. Maybe she is missing something in the castle,
instead.
Demon King’s Castle, FL B5
Several minutes later, Christie found a basement passage and is looking around under the castle, it seems the rest of the monster army is still alive
here. Maybe there is a secret boss or something?
Enchanted Slime: Lv53
Typ…
“Paaaathetic~ you guys never learned, do you?” It gets vaporized with a lightning bolt. “Stop getting in my way, just let me explore to the bottom…”
“Aaah! ah…” A scared, girly voice screams out as Christie enters the next room. Before her, a human girl dressed in tattered cloths is collapsed on
the floor, she raises her hands in surrender. “Please, no! I-I’m just a prisoner kept by the Demon King, I’m innocent!” She pleaded.
Sydae: Lv12
Type: Succubus
Proficient attributes: Maledictio, Er…
“Niiice try~ But I see right through you, bye bye~” Once again, Christie did not bother finish reading when she saw that it’s only Lv12. She raises
her hand and…
“[Debilisio]!”
“Aah! Wha…” Christie suddenly feels a sharp tingle on her back before falling forwards to the ground. Weakness spreads all over her limbs,
she cannot move at all. A new “status” window pops up.
Status(new):
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 29:58
“What the hell…” Christie can barely move her neck, she moves her eyes towards the back as much as possible to see her assailant.
Syrie: Lv19
Type: Succu
The window cuts off, that is the most Christie can see in her limited field of vision right now. She is so much higher level than that, how could this
have happened?
The Succubus in front of her, Sydae, jumps up and runs behind Christie. “Oh my sister! What a relief you are here! What’s with that look?”
“I-I don’t know, I honestly can’t believe that worked…oh my.” The Succubus named Syrie seems to be as shocked as Christie that her debuff spell
actually worked. “Uh…What do we do now?”
“You tell me?! Umm, GUARDS, come quick, the intruder’s helpless, now’s your chance!” Sydae yelled.
After a few moments, a few Possessed Armor came running and positioned themselves around the collapsed heroine. They start to hack at her
with all manners of swords, spears, and maces, it does not even chip her armor.
Christie can feel the monsters hit her back, head, and legs, but it comes more like a mild annoyance. Her defense is too high. It is clear to her now
that whatever happened was just sheer coincidence, they cannot actually harm her still.
“T-take off her armor! Don’t just go in there like idiots!” Screams Syrie.
“Don’t bother,” Christie replied coldly, she quickly got her confidence back. “They are attuned to me, they won’t come off unless I will it, or you
make me lose consciousness, but that’s not gonna happen, is it?”
“You won’t do so much as a single damage to me, will you? Me to you, on the other hand…What do you think will happen once this debuff runs its
course?” Christie said while staring sharp daggers from her eyes. “What I am trying to say is, if you value your life right now…RUN!”
“Yeep!” Sydae yelped while her legs gave out and she drops to the floor. All the Possessed Armor also collapse as the spirits within quickly escape.
“W-w-w-we h-have to run, sister,” Sydae said while trembling. Syrie bit her lips.
“Run? You think we can outrun her? She’ll catch up before we can blink and destroy us!”
“Hmph!” Christie grunts in agreement, while sporting a smug grin.
“We…we have to get her restrained first! Come help me, Sydae!” Said Syrie has she grabs Christie’s arms. Sydae trembles over and grabs the legs.
Together they flip and lift her up, then carry her to a table. Facing the ceiling, Christie struggles to turn her head left and right to finally get a good
look at the room. It is spacious, with various hooks and cuffs all around the walls, it appears that this is a classic dungeon room. The two Succubus
prop Christie onto a restraining table. They lock her arms straight above her with metal cuffs by the wrist and her legs spread a little by the ankle,
making Christie into a “⅄” shape.
“You really think these measly restraints are going to hold me once I’m free to move? Hehe, I’m so gonna enjoy turning you into minced mana,”
threatened Christie.
“W-w-what do we do now, Syrie?” Sydae sounds like she is about to cry.
Syrie grabs the heroine’s bracers and tries her hardest to yank it off, to no avail. “Sydae! You try the legs!” The younger Succubus tries to take off
Christie’s greaves, to the same effect as her sister.
“Yaaaawwn~, at least you are trying, I’ll give a C for effort. I’m just going to take a nap in the meantime, okay?” Christie checks her status window,
23:47 remaining.
“This little bitch!” Syrie cursed frustratingly. Why is this nut so hard to crack? They can’t even take a single piece of equipment off her. At this rate,
they are really doomed. She scans her body from head to toe, surely there must be some… “Hmm?”
Standing by the head of the table and staring down, Syrie sees the smooth, unprotected patch of flawless, stretched out skin that is Christie’s
underarms. Why is it bare? Even the other joints like the knees and elbows are covered by intricate chainmail underneath the armor. Curious,
she extends a finger out and slides it acro…
“EEEEEEEEHEEK!?”
Her finger barely made contact before both Succubus jumped in surprise. Looking at Christie, she is absolutely stunned, too. Amazingly, all
three occupants in the room had the same exact thought at that moment.
What the fuck just happened?...
Syrie gulped and steels herself. Reaching over with two hands now, she begins to carefully trace a light circle on both armpits.
“AAheheheWhahahahe the hell hehehehahaha are you ahahahahahadoing!? AHAhahahahahe STop it! AHa! ARGH! HmmmmphhaHAhahahahahaha!
Eheheahahahaha!”
“Ohya? Did I just stumble on something suuuper interesting~?” Syrie said with a smirk as she picks up speed.
“AAHAHAHAhahahahahahaSTOpAaHAHAhahhaha!!!! YAAHAHAAHAhahahaNOOHO!!HOHAHAHAHAHAHAahahaha!! LISTEN TO
MEAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GYAHAHAAHHAHahahahahaha! IMAAHhahahahahGOhohhoahehahhahainghehehetohoKIYAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha!!
KILLYOUeHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!! STOHAHOHAhahhahahahaha!”
“Oh? Going to kill me? Aww, I guess I need to do something about that then~” Syrie teased. All five of her digits are now spidering across each of
Christie’s armpits at full speed.
Christie’s mind short circuited. She had never been tickled like this before, the last encounter with the feeling must’ve been back in grade school,
and even then it never lasted more than a few seconds. Her brain has no idea on how to process this new sensory overload, it takes away some of
her ability to form words to compensate.
“KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOHOHAHAHAHA!
ICANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!MAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHA!!!ARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHA!YOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!STAHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!
WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!
NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...”
After several minutes, Syrie finally pulls her hand away, her fingers are a little sore, but that’s not why she stopped. She wants to look at her captive’s
face properly right now. Even after stopping, Christie’s lips are still curled upwards, her mouth twitching with an occasional giggle escaping.
Her face is flushed and her short hair is plastered to it with sweat and tears coming down from the sides.
“Woah…” Sydae is dumbfounded, she can’t believe a little tickle brought the heroine to such a state.
It took Christie a bit to come out of her daze. Her head is throbbing, and her armpits are still tingling with phantom tickles. She takes a look at her
“status” window, 17:32 remaining. “Once, ha, this wears, ha, off…You..ha, ha, are, ha, so, …!!!!!!!” Suddenly, her eyes go wide, and she feels her blood
run cold. There is something else new in her “status.”
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv3
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: sensitivity↑(xs)
“no way…no fucking way…” Christie mutters in disbelief.
What kind of freaking attribute is EROS!!??? What happened to good’ol fire or ice or slashing!?? This is bad…This is really, REALLY BAD!
HOW could this have happened??? Everything was going so well…If only I wasn’t paralyzed! WHY would that even work?? I’m MAX level!
She is only-…!
Suddenly, the voice of that annoying angel rings back in her head: “seem like a game…not equate…don’t trust your instincts………
made it to the stream on-” OH SHUT UP!!
“Come here, Sydae, you join too.”
The sound of that Succubus snapped Christie back into reality. She struggles with all her might, pulling and straining her arms and legs…nothing.
Her limbs are not responding, the most she’s managed to do is flail her head a little.
“H-hold on! Let’s talk about this, okay? You won’t get anything outta this!! But I promise I’ll let you escape! Just donGAAAAAAARHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA…” Twenty fingers are now scurrying all over her armpits with reckless abandon. One Succubus on each side, they focus all their attention on bringing the little heroine as much ticklish agony as possible. Christie completely loses the ability to talk.
“OHGAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!HOAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!MAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA
HAHAHA!!!OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!GYAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!!!MYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA…....”
The speed that Christie’s so proud of is utterly useless. All she can do now is keep taking the intense tickling from her underarms that is pounding
her brain like a lightning infused hammer. She loses track of all sense of time and the rest of her body. It’s like her entire being right now is just her
head and her unbelievably weak armpits.
“AHAHAHAhaha-…” Christie finally slips into silent laughter. Her mind in a light daze, she is seeing white in her eyes. She can barely breathe, even
with her peak human stamina, Christie cannot handle going this long with air only going out.
“……!!...!......AARHaH!....”
……
…
“…ister? SISTER!” Sydae shakes Syrie out of her tickle trance.
“Hmm? Why’d you stop, Sydae? Come on, before it’s too late, we have to-”
“Umm… I think Debilisio should have worn off already. Syrie, look.” The older Succubus finally recollects herself and looks at their captive.
The heroine is completely limp, her head is slumped to the side, mouth still open in a wide smile with her tongue hanging out. Her eyes are rolled
back into her head, and her face is a mess with sweat, tears, drool, and some snot everywhere. A damp puddle pooled near the middle of the table,
dripping down from the sides. It appears that she’d wet herself at some point.
“Oh.” Syrie pauses a moment to fully take in the scene before her. Who’d believe that this wreck of a figure is the legendary heroine that felled the
Demon King in mere moments?
Sydae carefully pokes at Christie’s cheeks. “Looks like she’s out like a light, we should be able take off her armor now, right? Let’s get to it.” Sydae
said as she works to remove the bracers.
“Y-yeah, let’s…Sniff* Sniff* Hmm?” A sweet, familiar smell is coming from Syrie’s fingers, and she traces that scent back to Christie’s underarms.
She licks her fingers, warmth and a faint sense of power grow within her. The Succubus knows this feeling well, it’s the same from her “hunts.” She
bends her head down and begins licking the sweat from the heroine’s weak point that they so thoroughly exploited just moments before.
“S-sister?? What are you-?” Sydae watched with a slight astonishment.
“Come taste this! Her sweat! It’s infused with mana! Very high quality, too. But I didn’t even use [Drain]?! No, even if I had, that would only work on
sexual fluids. This is unbelievable!” Syrie could feel herself getting stronger. Sydae swipes off some dew from Christie’s other armpit and partakes a
taste, she too grows stronger.
“This is so good! But how is it possible??” Sydae said in amazement.
“I have no clue, buut~” Syrie smirks at the unconscious Christie. “I think we’ve just found how to make our little heroine submit to us permanently~
hehe~”
Syrie: Lv19→Lv31
Sydae: Lv12→Lv27
Christie An: Lv99
Job: Protean Heroine of Legend
Stats: Str 58
Def 31
Mag 464
Agi 657→601
Sta 49
Luk 14
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv23
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(M), Exp leak(s), Pleasure conversion(xs)
Chapter 2
Christie wakes up with a start. She can still feel a dull ache in her head. She tries to get up…no response from her limbs. It seems that the debuff
hasn’t worn off yet. She turns her head around to see the “⅄” shaped table that she was locked into. Looks like she was transferred to this softer bed,
instead. She suddenly feels oddly cold, struggling to raise her head, she looks at her body…
“AAHHHHH! What the hell?” No where to be seen are her legendary armor, or much of any clothes. All that’s left on her body is her black lace
underwear and bra, and her black thigh high socks, all from before she came into this world.
“Oh? Waking up already, my little heroine~?” The sound of that Succubus rings out from above her head. Looks like she’s standing a few meters away from the head of the bed, Christie can’t see her without sitting up and turning around.
“You!! What did you do??! Give me back my clothes right NOW! I swear I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” Christie yelled as she tries to hide her discomfort in
anger.
“Pffft, are you seriously asking a Succubus to dress you up modestly?” It’s Sydae’s voice, this time.
“And who are you to be giving out threats like that? Hmm~ I wonder~ who was it that passed out in a pool of her own juices because of a little
tickle~?” Syrie teased.
“Wha-!? I didn’t- ARGhhh!” Christie could feel her face burn red with embarrassment. She looks at her “status.”
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 00:22
“Oh, just you wait. Say whatever you want now. Heh, when I get out of here, you’ll regret ever even being born.” Christie is so close to being free.
“Oh my! Sister, it looks like our brave Heroine is misunderstanding something about her situation, isn’t she~?” Sneers Sydae.
“Heh, just how long do you think it has been since you passed out?” Asks Syrie.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Christie keeps her eyes on the timer, 15 seconds now…
“Why don’t we show our cute Heroine what we learned about her precious body, Syrie?” Said Sydae as she raises her hands. “[Debilisio]!”
The spell bounces off harmlessly on Christie’s body.
“I knew it!” She exclaims. “It was just bad luck that got one over me! You won’t be so lucky again!” 8 seconds left…
“Hehe~ Good luck, bad luck, it all depends on perspective, anyway.” Syrie smiles as she puts her hand on Christie’s. “What truly separates winners
and losers,” she locks fingers with Christie’s hand, “Is that winners know when to TAKE the hand of luck into their OWN palms and SUBDUE it with
their will, won’t you agree?” She pulls Christie’s arm up and aims her other hand at her now exposed underarm. 1 second left…
“[Debilisio]!”
“AAOW! What was-!”
Status(updated):
Debilitas: Unable to take any action. Time remaining: 45:00
“…eh?”
“Ahahaha! You should see the look on your face! Serves you right, you arrogant jerk!” Sydae mirthfully mocks.
“Well, it was a stressful couple of hours, but we managed to uncover your weakness. Your underarm is absolutely devoid of defenses, isn’t it? You
can’t form protection over it with mana, it’s like a hole in your shield.” Explains Syrie.
…Hours? No…It can’t be…
“…ying…you are LYING! GET ME OUT OF THESE NOW! I’LL KILL YOU I’LL KILL YOU!!!AAAARGHHHHH!!!!YOU COWARDS!!!!!” Christie is losing her
composure, she struggles with all her might again, but still only her head moves a little.
“Oh pipe down, now that you are awake, there’s plenty more experiments for us to do.” Syrie snaps her fingers and the doors open, a giant slime
squeezes in and moves to the foot of the bed.
Christie raises her head to see the big blob of translucent jelly looming over her, it is easily over 3 meters tall.
Enchanted Slime: Lv51
Type: Slime
Proficient attributes: Metamorsio, Aqua
“Us Succubus can easily attune with and control lower intelligent monsters, this little one’s my pet, say hello to Blobby!” Waved Syrie.
“You are sooo gonna pay for destroying my Slimey!” Said Sydae, as she throws a vial of liquid at the slime. It quickly gobbles it up and turns into a
pinkish color.
“Enchanted Slime’s specialty is that it can take on the properties of whatever liquid it consumes, care to guess what it just ate?” Smiled Syrie.
“Special Succubus essential oil~ makes your skin soft as a baby’s, and extra sensitive!” Explains Sydae. “Now, sit back and enjoy. We are going to
explore every inch of your body with Blobby!”
“AAH!..ARHH! STAY AWAY! NO! PLEASE!! HEEELP! ANISFIAAAAAAHH!!!” Christie screams as the slime quickly engulfs her. She closes her eyes and
holds her breath….? Looks like the slime isn’t going to eat her, it stopped at her neck, leaving her room to breathe.
The insides of a slime isn’t as cold as Christie thought, in fact, it’s cozily warm. Her body begins to heat up, her skin showing a glowing shade of red
all over. Christie floats in the slime for several minutes before she feels something moving down on her feet.
“EEK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!???” Christie felt something probe her feet.
“Testing, of course. We noticed something peculiarly weird about your armpits, besides being defenseless, that is. Let’s see if any other part of your
body is the same.” Answered Sydae.
“AHAhehehehenohohhonoho! STOPTHATEHE! EHEHehehehe…” Christie giggles uncontrollably as tendrils of slime brush up and down her feet like a
thick finger. “HehehohohehehaHmmphhh!!Mehehmmmphahahmmmmm…”
“Hmm, she sure is resisting a lot better than before, what do you think, sis?” Asks Sydae. Syrie didn’t need to answer, she willed the wiggling slime to
give some direct stimulation.
Separate, smaller tendrils form around Christie’s toes and yank her thigh high socks right off, she tries to stop them by scrunching her toes, but the
slime’s oil just makes the fabric so slippery. Christie shudders as she felt her bare feet make direct contact with the slimy liquid.
Christie had always taken good care of her skin, the feet especially, always lotioning both after showers and in the mornings. Now, her incredibly
soft, silky bare feet are made even more sensitive by the oil, almost glistening under the shade of the pink fluid.
“KYAAHAhahahahahehehonoNOHOhhohoHA!LeavahahahhahemyahahheHOHAHaHAHahaahehfeeheheeheh!ARhahahahahaALONE!!GYAhahahaha
heheSTOPAHAhahahaSTOhoHOhahahahahaha!...”
The tendril of the slime is rough in texture, almost like a big, blunt tongue going up and down, up and down, up and down…It is driving the poor
heroine crazy.
“NOHOOHOHOhahamohohoho!WhahahahahahahaDOHOhahahahahahahaha!DOHAHAhahahahahahahahahahaYohohahahahahahahahahahahaha
haha!!WANHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahaha!!STOPahahahahahahahaha!STOPTIKEhehehehahahahahahaha!LingeheheheheheheheheME!
GUWAHAHAhahahahahhahahNohohoNOhohohahahhahaha…”
“I still don’t sense any mana flowing from her…Do you, sis?”Asks Sydae.
“Hmm…She’s still forming words, unlike before. Let’s just go all in and see what happens.” Syrie sends a telepathic command to the slime.
“Haah…ha…ha…” Christie is given a short break as she tries to gulp in as much air as she can. Is there any hope of getting out of this situation?
Before she has any more time to think, her toes are suddenly pulled back and taut.
“WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?NOHOHOHAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!SOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAAHAhahaAHAHAHAHA!…”
The single, big tendril from before is gone, instead, countless small, cilia like filaments began to brush every inch of Christie’s exposed feet. Her
arches, her heels, her soles, each and every single toe, in between the toes, there isn’t a spot on her silky smooth feet that is unbrushed. Christie’s
brain short circuits again.
“NOOHOAhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!STAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAhHOAHAHAHOAHA!!OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!ICAAHAHAHHAHAHANTEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA…”
Christie is feeling light headed, she’s seeing that white totality engulfing her vision again. Right before she slips into silent laughter, though, the
assault on her tootsies finally ceases.
“HA..hah…hehe…ha…hahehe….” All Christie could do is focus on her breathing, she cannot even begin to process what had happened, nor imagine
what’s coming next.
Around five minutes later, Christie finally rests enough to get her breathing in order. Sensing this, Syrie wastes no time to move on to the next parts.
“No need for warm ups this time, let’s just go all in.” Said Syrie, coldly.
“WAITAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!ATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ATLEASEHEHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Once again Christie feels countless tendrils, this time brushing around her hips, sides, and stomach. She shakes violently to try to avoid the tickling,
but with her debuff, the pathetic wiggling of her toned tummy doesn’t deter the slime at all.
“NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!WHYAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!NOMOHOHOHOAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHEHAHAHA!!!...”
A slightly thicker tendril sneaks into her belly button and begins to wreak havoc around.
“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOHOHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!…”
Running out breaths, Christie falls into silent laughter again. And yet again, Syrie stops the slime right afterwards.
“Haaa…hehe…plehehease…nohomore…hah…” Christie is almost delirious as she makes her plea in between breathes. The Succubus however, is
nowhere near done with their experiment.
“No extra mana in Blobby detected, moving on to the next one.” Syrie announced after seeing Christie rest enough. “Switching from Knismesis to
Gargalesis, perhaps there’s difference there.”
“GYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!...”
Christie’s vocabulary has been reduced to a single “ha.” Finger like tendrils are now kneading around her ribs, with precision pressure that tickles like
hell without making it hurt. They are playing in between her ribs like a piano, switching up their tempo and speed constantly. Christie’s brain could
not understand what’s going on at all, it can only make sure she vents out the ticklish agony with a long
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!!!!!!AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHOAHOAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Christie fades away much quicker this time, requiring a rest after just a few minutes of laughing her head off. “Mehercy! Mercy plehease!! No more!
I’ll die!!” For the first time since her capture, Christie starts to seriously beg for the monster’s pity. Her spirit is breaking.
“Very rich, coming from you.” Sydae responds with a look of contempt. “Did you think to spare us when we were begging for our lives?”
“I’m SORRY! I’m REALLY SORRY!! I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll leave! I will NEVER come back here I swear! Please forgive me!!”
“Hmmm…Did that sound sincere? What do you think we should do, sis?”
“Hehe,” smiled Syrie. “I think, we should try combining both Knismesis and Gargalesis and see what happens, sound good, little sister?”
“Splendid proposal, dear sister.” Sydae responds gleefully.
“AAARH!AAH!NOOO! SCREW YOU!!!I’ll definitely FUCKING KILL YOU AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!...”
“Seeee? You weren’t being sincere after all! Go laugh your brains out as punishment!” Sydae calls out, it doesn’t seem like Christie heard her at all.
Big, thick tendrils are wrapped around Christie’s curvy thighs and is squeezing them incessantly. She didn’t even know her thighs could be turned
into a ticklish spot like this, her brain is on overtime yet again trying to get use to this new sensation. However, the smaller tendrils sure aren’t making it easy, invading her inner thighs and lightly brushing them with bristle like appendages.
“OHOGOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!AAAAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOHOHOAAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STAAAAAAAAHAAHAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!STOOHHO
HOHPHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!...”
A group of bristles gathers around the crease of her groin, and begins to saw back and forth where her inner thigh meets her tummy, right on the
edge of her underwear.
“KYAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!OHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHAHAhA!!KOHOHAOHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!ARHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”
Once again Christie’s language mastery is reduced to just “ha” and “ho.” Once again she slips into silent laughter, Syrie lets her ride it out a little
longer before sparing her this time.
“No mana leak detected whatsoever…I even tried using [Drain] on that last one, but as expected, it didn’t work.” Syrie concludes her testing for now.
“Then what’s so special about her underarms? Why does it leak mana like that?” Wonders Sydae.
“Maybe we should stimulate there again and observe more carefully. Perhaps new insights will emerge.” Syrie waits for Christie to catch her breath
for the last time. Despite not being in the slime, her face is sticky with all manners of bodily fluids covering her visage.
Christie did not even have time to beg again before all the brush like tendrils gathered around the creases of her poor defenseless armpits and
began to dance with wild abandon.
“GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!AGAHANHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!??KYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~OOOooHOHA~ ♥︎?!?”
“Oh?” Both Succubus were piqued with interest at that last sound that just escaped Christie’s lips. Does the heroine herself even know what kind of
noise she just made?
“KYAAHAHAHAHAOOAHOHO~♥︎ AAHAHAHAHAOOHOH♥︎♥︎!! WAHAHAHASAHAHAGOHIHINHAHAHAONOOOH♥︎OHOH♥︎HAHAHA!WHYAAAHAHA
HAHA~♥︎OOHHOHOANNNNN!♥︎♥︎” Just like before, it feels like a jackhammer of lightning is repeatedly pounding her brain. Unlike before, the
electric shock from her underarms seems to be pounding deep within her pussy, as well. Tingling sparks keep shooting off from underneath her
arms straight to her crotch, which in turns sends volts of tickly pleasure to her brain.
“OOHAHANO♥︎HOHOHOOOOH♥︎♥︎OHOHO!KYAHAHAHANN~OOHH♥︎GAHAHAHAHOOH♥︎STOOHOHOHOAHAHOO♥︎♥︎♥~AHAHAHAHOOOHH~♥︎
HAHAHAHAHANNN!!♥︎YAHAHAHAHAHOAHOHOAHOOOOH~♥︎♥︎♥︎HOHOOAHONAOHOOOHAHOO♥︎♥︎AHAHADONOHOHNTSTOHOOP!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎”
Christie’s hips begin thrusting upwards in a rhythmic fashion. Her moans are getting frequent, and her eyes are starting to glaze over. The experienced Succubus siblings could tell exactly what’s coming. Syrie wills the slime to tickle as hard and fast as it can.
“KYAAAAHAHA~♥︎OOHOHO♥︎♥︎OHOHOAHAN~♥︎AHAOHOAHOO♥︎♥︎OHAHAOOOHHH!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎”
In spite of the paralyzing debuff, Christie’s back arches as far as it can, her toes curl and her entire body tenses, the heroine explodes into the biggest orgasm of her life.
“OOOOOOHOHAHOO♥︎♥︎♥︎HOGOOHOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎HAHAHAAHAHA♥︎♥︎HAHAHA~♥︎….”
“Oh my goodness! She really came with just tickling?? Our little Heroine turned out to be a huuuge pervert, ha! I’ve never seen anyone like this, have
you, sis…ter?” Sydae trails off after seeing Syrie’s face is also bright red.
“OOOhoho, I, I just felt a huge amount of mana going into Blobby! Hah…What an exquisite taste~ We can’t stop here now, can we~?” Syrie
commands the slime to keep ravaging Christie’s sexy underarms until she drops limp.
“AAAHAAHAHOOOH♥︎♥︎HAAHAAHAHOHHAOOOOOOOOOOOOHH♥︎♥︎YEHEHESSSSSSSSOHOGODOHOHOOOO!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
AHAHOHAOHAHAHAHOAHOAHAHAHAHAHOAHOOO~♥︎♥︎♥︎HAHOAHAHANOHOHOTOHOAGAHAHAIHOOOH~♥︎OHOHOHOOO♥︎♥︎HOOHOAHO
AHOHOYAAAAAAAAAAAH~AHOHOSOOHOOOOGOOOOOOOOHD~!!!!!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎AHAHAHAOOHAHHAHAHOO…….”
After cumming once, Christie’s body is the most sensitive it had ever been before. She is quickly sent into a second, then a third ticklegasm.
Her mind slips into the torturous(blissful) sea of tickling and is desperately trying to stay afloat. Then, after over twenty more minutes of unrelenting
hysteria, she sinks to the bottom. Christie is tickled into passing out once more.
Syrie: Lv31→Lv81
Sydae: Lv27→Lv70
Christie An: Lv99→Lv80
Job: Genius Heroine
Stats: Str 58→52
Def 31→29
Mag 464→91
Agi 601→583
Sta 49→45
Luk 14→10
Status(Updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Lv68
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(L), Exp leak(M), Pleasure conversion(L), Pleasure resistance↓(M), Orgasm strength↑(M),
Orgasm interval↓(s)
Chapter 3
Demon King’s Castle, FL B27, Succubus Lair
“Uuugh…” Christie groaned as she slowly came to. Her head feels like it’s been filled with lead, it’s harder to think than usual. She starts to get her
bearings. The room is a lot smaller than before, it is no longer surrounded by stone walls, but by a smooth looking, dark pink material. The floor is
carpeted, bright pink. She is sitting on some kind of gyno chair facing the back wall, with her back in a steep 25° incline, but not entirely flat. Her
legs are raised up, bent at the knees and spread wide apart, with restraints on her ankles, knees, and thighs. Her arms are raised by the sides of
her head, with tight, padded cuffs at her wrists and elbows. The room itself does not emanate the cold, dark feelings of the dungeon from before,
it is well illuminated and she feels cozy despite her restraints and being in her underwear.
“Feeling comfortable~?” Syrie’s voice sends chills down Christie’s spine. The door behind her opened and closed, and she can hear the clicking of
heels coming closer. This time, the Succubus does not hide away above her head, instead, they waltz over in full view of her. Christie finally takes a
good look at her captors.
Syrie: Lv81
Type: Greater Succubus
Proficient Attributes: Negativus, Eros, Maledictio
Sydae: Lv70
Type: Greater Succubus
Proficient Attributes: Maledictio, Eros, Illusio
Syrie has a set of bat like wings on her lower back and protruding horns on her head, and a tail with spade shaped tip trails from her behind. She
is wearing only a set of leathery looking panties and bra, with knee high leather heel boots. She looks to be a mature woman in her late 20s to
early 30s, with thick thighs and voluptuous chest. She has a head of short, curly dark purple hair.
Sydae, now dispelled of her simple illusion, reveals her wings, horns, and tail just like her sister. She has a much youthful face, looking like an early
20s woman, but could possibly pass off as even younger. She is also dressed in the same attire as her sister, with a smaller, but firm pair of breasts
and long, pink hair covering her head.
Weren’t they only level 10ish? How did they get so… Christie immediately checks her own stats, and is left absolutely shell shocked. Her level
had gone down by almost 20, Mag is pretty much all gone, and that Curse… Sensitivity up? Exp leak?? Pleasure convert??? She cannot even begin
to think which part’s worse. All she knows is that she needs to get the hell away from this place, NOW.
There’s no paralyzing debuff on her, now is the perfect, no, the only chance. Christie pulls at her restraint with all her might, and tries to use magic
to destroy them. “[Flaro]! [Acidio]! [Fulmen]!...” Christie throws in every damaging spell in her arsenal, yet the chair does not budge an inch.
“Hehe~ This special chair is reinforced with spell-resistant metal, and you are NOT coming out with your puny strength. So don’t bother wasting
them, Heroine, you are gonna need them soon. We’ve waited an entire day for you to recover, you know,” said Sydae.
Christie is on the verge of tears. The Succubus was right, even if she somehow got out of the chair, she still has two powerful foes to contend with.
One is even higher level than her now. Can she do nothing but beg for mercy from her unforgiving captors? Still, she has no choice but to try…
“P-please, let’s work something out, okay? There’s gotta be something you want, right? O-other than t-tickling me?? Pleease! I learned my lesson!”
“Oh~? But what could be better than this?” Sydae reaches over and scribbles a bit on Christie’s bare feet.
“AAHEHehehahaNOhoho!!PLEHEheheheNohohoho!” Christie immediately bursts into laughter.
Sydae withdraws her hand. “Just a little nail scratch, and the high and mighty Heroine is turned into a witless, giggling village girl~ What better
could you possibly have to offer?”
“Hah, I-I…I…” Christie’s mind is still numb with lead, she struggles to find anything to convince the Succubus to stop.
Sydae walks over and seats behind Christie, her hands reaching over to that precious spot once more… “Aaand~ if I just do this~”
“YAHAHAHAHAAHEHEAHAHEHNOOOSHOHOHOPAHAHOOO~♥︎!!?”
“You turn into a crazy, orgasming slut~!” Sydae withdraws her hands again.
“NOO! I, I…” Christie is suddenly thrusted back to when she was cumming nonstop in that slime. Her crotch tingles. “I…was not…It didn’t feel
good at all.”
“HA! Lying through your teeth, huh? Let’s see if your other lips are any honest.” Sydae puts her hands to Christie’s underarms again and begins
to earnestly scratch them.
“OHNOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOO~♥︎♥︎!!PLehEEHEHEHHHOHESEHEHEHOHEHO~♥︎DOHOHHAHAHOAHAHANOAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!MAAAHAHAHHAHOAHAHOO~♥︎!KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOOAHAHAHAOOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHA!!!♥︎MAAHOHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAOOOAHAHAOHAHAHA♥︎♥︎!!!IMAAHAHAHO~♥︎HAHAAHHAAHAHO~♥︎♥︎CUUAAAHHAHAHOAHAHOAOA~♥♥︎♥︎!!?????”
Right before Christie is about to reach the apex, Sydae pulls back her hands.
“NOOHOO~♥︎ WHY DEHE YOU ST-!!” Christie’s rational mind makes it back from the pleasurable haze just in time to shut her mouth.
“Hehe~ What do you have to say for yourself down there?” Asks Sydae, pretending to not notice the heroine’s verbal slip up.
“Hah…ha…I…” Christie’s well aware that her panties are completely soaked, with excess juice dripping down from the chair. She turns her head to
the side. “That’s…I…that’s all YOUR doing! Your…stupid Succubus powers caused all this!”
“Still not honest with us? We haven’t used [Drain] even once for you to spill out all your powers, you know.” Sydae’s hands are reaching up again.
“Let’s see how long it takes for your upper mouth to turn honest, shall we?”
“WAAIT!! NO! ANYWHERE BUT THERE! PLEASE!!” Sydae’s hands begin to lightly trace around the armpits…
“EEHEHEE!! PLEEHEHESSS!! JuhahahahaHANOHO~♥︎HohotTHEHERE! TICKLE AAAHAHAHAHhehaheANYWEHhehreElse~♥︎!”
Christie desperately needs them to spare her underarms. She really does not want to be tickled anywhere, but she cannot afford to leak any
more power. At least with elsewhere, she would have a chance to find an opening if her captors slip up somehow.
“Oh~? ANYwhere?”
“YEHES! ANYWHEHEHERE!! JUST NOT MY ARMPITS!” Christie pleaded.
“Well~ You really aren’t in a position to demand that, but~ since we are so merciful, unlike you, we’ll take you up on that offer.” Sydae answered,
removing her hands.
“R-really?” Christie can’t believe that worked.
“Of course, from now on, unless the deal is broken, we won’t touch your underarms again,” Sydae agreed, sitting back. “I’m just gonna relax here.
Syrie, you are up.”
They are really just gonna leave it like that? They sound so…relaxed. What are they planning? Although relieved about her underarms,
Christie could not help but worry still. Before she can ponder anymore on the Succubus’ motives, Syrie walks up in front of her, standing in
between her legs.
“Thank you for the offer, little heroine~ I was just thinking it’s time for me to go back to my roots.” Syrie said, smiling seductively.
“Roots? What are yoAAAAAAHEEEEK!??” Before Christie could finish her sentence, Syrie leaned down and dragged her tongue across the juice
soaked panties in front of her face.
“AAAAAAHEHAAAHAHEEEK!!STOPAAAAHH! WHYAAARRHEHA!” Christie has no clue as to what to think of that wet appendage sliding all over
her panties. It feels tickly, gross, and a hint of pleasure all rolled into one.
Slurp*Shlurp*Slurp*… “Mmmmm~Fragrant, with a tingy aftertaste, your heroic juices are pretty gourmet,” mocks Syrie as she smacks her lips.
“DON’T say it like THAT!” Christine whined, hot with embarrassment again.
“Hehe~ It’s good, but it doesn’t have what I was looking for…Well, you can’t be comfortable wearing that anymore, right? Seeing as this piece of
clothing had been completely soiled multiple times… let me help you out…”
“Wha-! NONONONONO ITS FINE JUST LEAVE IT-!!!!NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Christie yelled futilely as her panties went Snap! Snap! It got cut on
both sides and falls pitifully to the floor.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAARHH! DON’T LOOK!! STOP! DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!!” Christie had never been naked like this in front anyone before.
She turns her head away as much as she can to avoid eye contact. Her face now red as a tomato.
Christie’s bare pussy is in full view of the Succubus. Syrie licks her lips as she stares at this smooth, hairless mound. Below, her slit is slightly open
with nectar still leaking out, her vaginal lips clearly swollen, evident of their owner’s arousal. Nestled on top like a bulging jewel, Christie’s clit is
engorged in her hood, desperately demanding attention.
“OOoh~ What a gorgeous, cute pussy! So perfectly smooth~” Syrie can’t help but admire the mesmerizing sight in front of her. There’s probably
no one else in this world who could get a chance to gaze at the Heroine’s pussy like this.
“DON’T CALL IT CUTE!!!!?AND PUT MY PANTIES BACK!!” Christie tries to mask her shame with anger again. This is the most embarrassing moment
in her life right now.
“Hehe~I can’t wait to dig in~” Ignoring the heroine’s outburst, Syrie leans forward again with her head…
“NOOOO!!!Ugghhhhhh…” Despite her desperate protests, Christie knew there’s no stopping the Succubus. She shuts her eyes and bites her lips.
Her pussy quivers and tingles in anticipation, it seems a small part of her is looking forward to this…however…
“AAAHEEEHEHHEHEHEhahahahah!??WHYAAHAHAheheheheh!!WHAhAHhahahahhatheheheheHELLAHAHAhehehehehehe!??” Christie’s eyes snap
open. Instead of pleasure, an unstoppable stream of tickling came from her lips and mound, sending ticklish shockwaves up her spine.
“AHAHAHohohaheheWHYAhehahahaheheheISAHAahahITAHAhahaha!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaheheALWAHAHAHAHAHAHaHAhahaTICKAha
hahalinghehehehehaha!?”
She can feel Syrie’s nails scratching up and down her lips, perpetually darting right and left. Her other hand is positioned on her mounds, just a
few millimeters away from her clit, also scribbling nonstop.
“Awww~ Is the little heroine ticklish between her legs~? Were you expecting something else?” Syrie teased. As if she’ll give her enemy pleasure
right away. No, she’ll let it marinate for a while first. Her fingers pick up speed.
“AAHAHAHAHAHONOOHOHHAHHAhahAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!LEAVAHAHAHAHAHAHHOAHAHAAHAHITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALON
OHAHOHOHOAHAHAhAHAHAHAH!!STOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...”
Christie can’t believe how insanely ticklish her pussy is. She had never even considered it to be a possible tickle spot. She is bellowing laughter like
when that slime was going all out on her other ticklish spots, but this is only some light scratches! Her hips are shifting left and right in a futile
effort to avoid the persistent scrawling of nails, her head flailing left and right, up and down to lessen the tickles. Too bad, the headrest is
comfortably cushioned.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHOHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAH!IMAHAHAHAHABEHEHEAHAHGAHAHAHAHHAHAHAINGAHAHAHAHAHA!!!GYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHA
HAHAHAHA!!......”
Syrie slows down her scribbling to a crawl once Christie hit that silent laughter again.
“This is rather shameful, heroine! How could you inspire people with a pathetically ticklish pussy like this~?” Syrie teased.
“Hehenohoho, hahahahe, thehehey…ahahathehehey won’tahahahahah…” Christie struggles to speak while catching her breathes amidst light
tickles.
“Won’t what? Won’t see you like this~? Hmm… You are right~ You should feel lucky that it is only us who’s seeing this side of you, right~?”
“Ahahkyahehehe, nohohohaha, not luckyaahahahahahahahe…”
“Aww~ That hurts~ And here I thought we had a bond? Don’t worry though, let’s grow our connection some more, shall we~?” Syrie picks up
the pace of her fingers again. She begins to switch up the placement of her hands constantly, alternating between the mound and the lips, both
hands on the lips, both hands scratching circles just around the clit, or up and down the slit with one hand and on the perineum with another.
“KYAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!SOOOHOAHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHARAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!JUSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATOPOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
Once again, Syrie slows down after Christie starts to go silent after tens of minutes of pure laughter.
“I must ask, heroine, how did you even manage to get so far with this ticklish pussy of yours~? If any other monster knew…hehe, why, you’d
never win a fight again!” Syrie resumed her teasing after giving Christie room to breathe.
“I hahahehehe, I wonhohohoehet, lohohse! EhHEhahahahahaheha…”
“Oh~? Then whatever are you doing here, tied up with your legs spread? Did you not lose against tickling~?”
“NOhohohoha! I did nohohot! I ehehahahaha donthahahehehloohosehehehe…”
“Ooh~ I see, so you didn’t lose after all~ So…You must be here on your volition then?! Our little heroine, here to have her pussy tickled out of her
mind~ Because she looves it~”
“WHAheh!?? Nohohohohahahehe…You arehehe WRONGYAHehehehhehe…I’m not ahahaheheheheheha…” The incessant teasing is getting to
Christie, despite the overwhelming tickles that she kept receiving, she can feel her clit tingle again with that last comment.
“Why else would you wear your armor in that way? Your indecent armpits all exposed like that~ You couldn’t wait for someone to discover your
weakness, could you, you tickle slut~ Aren’t you glad we found out~?”
“NOhohohahehe! That’shehehe not truehehehe! I’mahahahehehehe NOTAhhehe a tickhehHAAHahehehe….” Christie tries desperately to rebuke
her captor.
Syrie is not giving Christie anymore chance to talk, seeing she’s about recovered, her hands pick up the tempo once more.
“I’m NOTAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GYAAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
ENOUHOHHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAOHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOTOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STAHAHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHA!!!…….”
Syrie begins to alternate between intense, brain-numbing tickling, and slow, meticulous teasing coupled with verbal mockery. Christie is thrown
into a cycle of laughing her head off, to tantalizing her mind off. Her head is drowning in the intense tsunami of tickling, it desperately tries to
cope by releasing a rush of dopamine, but all that managed to do is restart her arousal.
After over an hour of this back and forth sequence, Syrie leans back her to observe her handiwork. At some point, Christie’s pussy started leaking
again, and before long, a flood of juices came. The floor is absolutely drenched, the air thick with a musky smell. She hadn’t allowed her captive to
reach the peak yet, though. This is all still just arousal fluids.
Christie is barely holding onto consciousness, she can feel an intense need down there, but there’s no way she would articulate that in any
intentional way to her captors. Her eye refocuses on the seductive Succubus before her.
“I think it’s time to finish you off, little heroine.” Syrie says as she activates three more straps on the chair, two near the inner thighs, and one
across her lower abdomen, right above her pussy. Christie’s hips are completely immobile now, she cannot even wiggle a millimeter to avoid
what’s about to come. Syrie reaches over and pulls on the skin of her mound just so slightly upwards and her clitoral hood comes right off,
revealing the glistening jewel that is just begging to be touched. “Ahhhh~…” Syrie opens her mouth and leans down.
“Noo…Uugh…Pleeease…” Christie doesn’t even know what she’s begging for anymore. On one hand, she absolutely does not want this Succubus
to humiliate her any further. On the other, she is the most turned on she’d ever been, and she wish that mouth to hurry and drive her insane
already!
“AAAAAAAAAAHH~♥︎♥︎OOOOHOHOOOH~♥︎♥︎AAAH~!AAAAHAAAAH~!!♥♥♥︎” A scream of pure bliss rings out. This is the first instance of clear,
unadulterated pleasure Christie’s felt since falling into the Succubus’ hands. That tongue is totally unfair! Long and slender, curving into shapes
that a human’s would never be able to. It is rough and bumpy yet doesn’t hurt at all, coiling around her precious nubbin like a snake and
constantly shifting back and forth.
“AAAAAHAHAAAAA♥︎♥︎♥︎YEEEEESSSSS~!♥︎♥︎KEEPGOING~!♥︎♥︎♥︎OHGOD~♥︎♥︎UUAGAAOD~!!♥︎♥︎OOOOHFUUUUCK!♥︎♥RIIGHTTHERE~YEEEESSS!♥♥
OOOOHAAANNN~♥DONTSTOPDONTSTOP~♥♥♥…”
A string of obscene ramblings echoed in the small room. Normally, Christie would’ve never said much during her usual routines. She always
found it shameful and would keep quiet, noise as small as a whimper was the most she would have let out, even when she was alone. But now,
it’s like something inside of her came loose and she couldn’t help but babble on like a sex crazed addict.
“OOOOHH~♥♥IMSOCLOSE~♥SOCLOSE!!!!♥♥FUUUAHHK!~ ♥IM!~♥♥♥UUUUUUGGGGHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!????♥AHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOOHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHAHA…”
Syrie cruelly withdrew her tongue right before Christie reached that blissful release. She immediately started spidering her fingers all over
those puffy lips. Christie felt like she was pulled down from the pearly gates right into tickle hell, the unrelenting tickle washing most of the
arousal away.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAWHYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHA!!?YOUCANTDOOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHATHIHHESS!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHE
HEAHAHSE!!KYAAAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHAHA!!JUSAHAHAHAHAFINISHAAAHAHAHAHAMEE!!!”
Christie’s arousal died down to a small timber. Still lit, but nowhere near enough. Syrie pulls her hands away and her tongue moves in again. The
arousal is rekindled, vulgar moans ring out once more. This time, it does not even take a minute for the heroine to reach the edge of release. Yet,
just like clockwork, that heavenly tongue pulls away and the hands of hell spiders over. Pulled back yet again from that cliff, Christie feels as if her
entire being is getting unraveled. She is about to come apart and remade into whatever shape that Syrie desires. After a few more rounds of this
rotation, both heaven and hell come together for Christie.
Syrie’s tongue is lapping at her rock hard clit with rough vigor, while her fingers are dancing all around her pussy lips at the same time now.
Whenever Christie’s about to tip over, her tongue loses some of its strength while her fingers scribbles with renewed energy. Then, when the
heroine is laughing herself coarse, they slow down just a bit for the tongue to pick back up. Her head is like a theater of war for pleasure and
tickling, one side keeps dominating the other before switching around, leaving their battlefield, Christie, a muddled mush. She cannot take this
anymore. Something must be done…Her mind begins to seamlessly blend these two opposing forces together. That tongue on her clit sure tickles
a lot…And those fingers endlessly scribbling away feels sooo good. Before long, Christie’s no longer coming down from her arousal no matter
what Syrie did.
“Ohh~? Looks like you just need a final push~” Sydae finally chirps in, after watching everything in amusement. She reaches up and rips away
Christie’s bra with ease, leaving the heroine completely naked. Sydae begins to tickle around her perky breasts. She is spidering and circling
around the nipples with four fingers, while a final finger flicks back and forth directly on the nipples. Seeing this, Syrie redoubles her efforts,
slurping and tickling with all her might. Her tail also joins in, darting into Christie’s pussy and curls upwards to draw circles around the G-spot.
The end came quickly after that. Christie’s entire world exploded. Her mind got blown into an oblivion of pleasure, a supernova of pent-up delight
tore her entire being into shreds. She is seeing stars…no, the entire galaxy in her eyes. Time ceased to exist, it’s like her very soul itself is being
carved into the shape of this rapture.
Christie does not know how she managed to survive. She is back in reality, back on the chair now, with the sisters smirking at her. Her head is in a
cloud of pinkish haze. That was without a doubt, the single strongest orgasm she has ever had, even blowing out the absurd ticklegasms she just
had in the previous session right out of the water.
“How splendid! Yet disappointing at the same time, looks like your love juices don’t naturally contain mana, either. It really is just your underarms.”
Concluded Syrie. “How could this be, though…We should do this several more times to be sure.” Her hands are starting to wiggle near the
heroine’s pussy again…
Crack!
Something in Christie just broke.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! Please DON’T!!! DON’T TICKLE MY PUSSY ANYMORE!!!!”
Deep in Christie’s mind, she still held on to hope. Hope that somehow, she’ll escape this situation. Hope that somehow, she’ll still complete her
mission. Hope that when she does, her Curse will be lifted and this insane condition on her armpits will be gone, and all will go back to normal.
But. She knew. She knew that what she just experienced was different. That ludicrous pleasure that reached into the very depth of her soul. If she
tastes that pleasure again, she won’t be able to go back, curse or not. Normal sex won’t ever satisfy her again. She will be addicted to that tickle
filled ecstasy forever.
“GO SOMWHERE ELSE!!! ANYWHERE ELSE!! JUST NOT MY PUSSY!!!”
“Eeehh~? But you said we can tickle anywhere if we just leave your underarm alone, right?”
“ANYWHERE BUT THERE!! YOU CAN TICKLE ANYWHERE BESIDES MY ARMPITS AND PUSSY!!!”
“Ahehehe~ Do you think you can alter our deal whenever you want? Doesn’t seem very honorable of you now, does it~” Sydae made a scary grin.
She slowly raises her hands next to Christie’s head, each above that sensitive patch of weakness.
“That means the deal is OFF now, little untrustworthy heroine, hehe~” Syrie also smiles chillingly, wiggling her hands slowly towards in between
the heroine’s outstretched legs.
“WHAAAT!??? NONONONO!!!THAT”S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!! PLEASE DON’T!! I’LL REALLY DIE!!” Christie is scared out of her mind. If two of her
most ticklish spots are attacked at once…
“Hey Syrie, I think it’s pointless to continue our tests at this point. She won’t spill anything besides from here.” Sydae suddenly said.
“YES! YES! That’s right! There’s no point in this anymore!! I’ll be good! I’ll behave!! Please just let me go?! I won’t ever come bother you again!”
Christie desperately begged, as if she was just extended a miraculous lifeline.
“These tests are pointless, sooo~ Why don’t you go ahead and just use [Drain] on her pussy, then?” Sydae casually shatters all of Christie’s
hopes.
“……eh?”
“We’ll have a contest! You use [Drain] there, and I’ll simply tickle the armpits, let’s see who can get the most mana from our little Heroine.”
“wait…wait…I…I-I…”
“Oh, you are on! Hehe~ Will you finally win once in a game of ours, little sister?” Syrie snickers.
“…ah…aaahh!...” The full extend of her situation finally sinks in. They were never going to let her go in any situation. Christie is nothing but a toy
for them to lick and chew on and spit out when they are satisfied.
“help…help me…Anis-
Christie’s memories of what happened next is a fuzz. There was laughter, lots of laughing, for sure. And she seems to recall some intense feelings
of being in hell, before being thrusted upwards into heaven, where she tumbled around for a bit and fell again into a purgatory of torturous bliss.
It was all dark after that.
Syrie: Lv81→Lv95
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Lust
Sydae: Lv70→Lv94
Type: Pseudo-Emergence: Lust
Christie An: Lv80→Lv29
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats: Str 52→11
Def 29→22
Mag 91→19
Agi 583→223
Sta 45→17
Luk 10→8
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv91
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(EX), Exp leak(EX), Pleasure conversion(EX), Pleasure resistance↓(L), Orgasm strength↑(EX),
Orgasm interval↓(L), Orgasm craving(M), Seal of Lust(unclaimed)
“Hmmm? What the heck are these.” Sydae notices the two bright pink, heart shaped etchings that appeared in the deepest folds of Christie’s
underarms. “These magic circuits…They are so complex! And I sense Eros energy from them…Are these Seals of Control??”
Seal of Control, Crest of Dominance, Succubus Tattoo, Mark of Lust, countless combinations of different words all reference the same thing: A
special kind of Quanton circuit that is imposed on another to allow the user control of various aspects of the body. For Succubus…it goes without
saying which aspects they want to control.
Sydae puts her hands on the Seals, it’s like they are drawing her in. She puts some of her own energy into them and suddenly feels a link being
established. “OOOHH! I finally get it! This is a curse! Our Heroine’s been cursed from the start! And I just got a free Seal to control her! Well, more
like just her armpits. I ‘own’ her armpits now.”
“Whaaat~?! No fair! I was the one who discovered that weakness!” Syrie pouted, she is double upset after having lost against Sydae in their
games for the first time.
“Too bad! Finders keepers! Hehe~ Oh, stop sulking! Just make your own general purpose one on her, then. I gotta study these ones more. These
magic circuitries are truly phenomenal! So tiny, yet elaborate and sophisticated, they must have so many different functions. I have never seen a
Seal more refined than this, like it’s from out of this world. If I can decipher its inner workings…” Sydae starts to get lost in her thoughts.
“Sigh~ I guess you are right, you were always better at that stuff, anyway. I’ll just carve my own Crest.” Syrie puts her hands on the unconscious
heroine’s belly. She begins to channel her own Eros energy into there, and before long, another pink, intricately designed heart shape tattoo
appears over the skin of the heroine’s lower tummy.
“Ohoho~ We are going to have a lot more fun with you, little heroine~”
Status(updated):
C.F.W. (Underarms): Seal of Lust(Owner:Sydae)
Status(new):
(Invisible to the Bearer) Crest of Lust(Syrie)
Chapter 4
Demon King’s Castle, FL B49, The Arena
Christie is getting tired of waking up like this. A jerk to start, followed by that fullness in her head slowing down her thoughts, and utter confusion
as to where she is. She can tell from the cold, hard stone underneath that she’s not in any sort of confined room. Her surroundings are vast but
dim, squinting hard, she can just barely make out the walls that encircles her in the distant. A wave of cool air hits her back, and she realizes that
she’s barely clothed. Skimpy leather armor no different from underwear barely covers her privates and her chest. At least she’s not naked anymore.
“Looks like our little Heroine is all rested up like a Sokordian Grizzly! She had been out for three days! Is she finally ready to take on the big, bad~
Succubus to finally win her freedom~?” Sydae’s voice came from somewhere above, then echoed all around Christie.
Shit.
Whatever game that the Succubus has planned, no good outcome awaits Christie. Her level is pitifully low now compared to whatever they
must’ve grown to. Any more and it’ll be all over. Christie frantically looks around for any chance of escape.
“Oh, quit squirming around like a scared Rabita, the main attraction is about to start! What better way to show off to our new subjects than with
the defeat of the Heroine?”
Subjects?
SNAP!
Before Christie can get any more of her bearings, Sydae snapped her fingers and the whole place lit up like daylight. Torches all around on the
circular walls, and a bright glare shone from above like a miniature star. Christie moved to cover her eyes, but still not quick enough to not get
dazed a bit. Before her eyes can recover enough, a roaring wave of cheers reverberated all around and numbed her ears as well, for a few seconds.
Christie is dumbfounded. She stood there in a stupor staring down the massive army before her, she’d almost wish her sight stayed gone. She is in
the middle of a grand Colosseum, with the spectator seats filled with all sorts of monsters. Golems, goblins, treants, mummies, mech dolls, fishkin,
snakekin…almost all the types of monsters she had defeated before, and some more are here. There must be tens of thousands gathered at this
place, even the giant Colosseum seems packed to the brim.
“Haha~ Surprised, heroine? The last remaining forces of the previous king, all assembled here today to welcome the arrival of their new Queens.”
Syrie is sporting a huge grin. She and Sydae are sitting in the imperial box of the arena, sticking out a bit in the forefront.
“And to commemorate our coronation, we shall start off our rule by finishing you off, little Heroine,” announces Sydae.
Christie’s legs start to tremble. There’s no way she can take on the Succubus siblings at this stage. They will show no mercy. They will tickle her out
her mind. They will squeeze her dry. Her mind drifts to that insane session she had with them, her pussy and armpits all tingled. Just imagining it
made her love juices start to soil her new armor.
“Hehe~ Looks like the Heroine can’t wait~ But sorry to disappoint, we won’t be the ones to fight you,” seems like the Succubus sisters are the only ones to notice Christie’s trembling are not from fear. Not entirely.
“What kind of benevolent rulers will we be if we win like this? It’ll practically be bullying! No no, you will be losing to lesser foes to cement your
status as a defeated heroine,” states Syrie.
“Now! Without further ado! Begin the Gauntlet of the Heroine!” Sydae announces loudly.
Another wave of deafening cheers shakes the arena, before the gates on the opposite end of Christie open up and an army of mushrooms rush
out.
Poison Shrooms: Lv27
Type: Shrooman
Proficient Attributes: Poisona, Bludgeon
Ok, ok. I can do this. Just breathe… The Succubus may hold all the cards now, maybe this game had been rigged somehow, but there’s simply
no room for those kinds of thought right now. Now, Christie needs to focus on the enemies in front of her.
Christie An: Lv31
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats(+20 SP)
Looks like she leveled up twice passively in the days that she was out. Her Agi is still over 200, and she can go even faster. She may not have a
weapon, but due to her Blessing of genius and the new levels, she can learn some monk moves spontaneous on the spot. She quickly dispatches
the shroomans with her fists.
“Hoho~ Looks like the Heroine is multitalented! But how will she handle the next wave, or the next? And the next?” Sydae jeers on as wave after
wave of different monsters poured out.
Trolls, ogres, wolfriders, bicorns, a giant, undead oathbreakers, a baby wyrm, the monsters got increasingly strong as she fought, but so did she,
as she kept leveling up. The Succubus sisters are not stupid. They knew Christie would absorb the mana of fallen monsters to grow, they had
carefully planned out the wave of monsters so that she would not get that much stronger, even if she manages to defeat them. This is their
biggest and only mistake. They had not accounted for an otherworldly cheat.
The Blessing of the Decimillion. Everything that Christie gained is multiplied tenfold. She had grown considerably stronger than anticipated.
Christie An: Lv48
Job: Apprentice Heroine
Stats(+50 SP)
This is it! This is the slip up that I was waiting for! Having defeated all these monsters, Christie is regaining some of her former confidence and
pride. This is how this was supposed to go! Lowly monsters getting crushed by me, the blessed traveler from the other world! This was
just a little setback, I AM the main character here, after all. Christie comforts herself as she felled the wyrmling. It doesn’t seem like it’s over
yet, though. She saves some remaining stat points to adapt later.
Syrie and Sydae are a little stunned, that wyrmling was the second to last wave they had planned, and they did not plan for it to lose. It was
supposed to be the end, actually, before the last monster practically begged to be put in the gauntlet. Christie stood up from the wyrmling
corpse as it dissolved into mana. She is staring coldly, and boldly into their eyes.
“Why, you!...” Sydae begins to get up before being blocked by Syrie.
“Calm down, little sister. Despite everything, she is still the heroine. She got through this impossible task this far somehow, that’s even more
reason to keep our cool and observe. I’m confident she will not win against the next one.”
“Yes, sister…you are right. She definitely won’t win, hehe~ maybe she’ll even be too shocked to move once she sees her…” Sydae is glad they
agreed to that monster’s request in the end.
The door to the arena opens one last time. Christie stares with full disbelief as the giant, eight-legged creature made its way into her vision.
Arachnora: Lv63
Type: Spider Queen
Proficient attributes: Bombyxia, Fabrica, Piercing
“Ooh~ Little Heroine~ How I longed to see you again. Surprised to see me?”
There is no mistake. That grotesque body, those long appendages, that annoyingly sweet voice coming from the humanoid upper body.
“Haven’t I killed you before?” Christie asks.
The Spider Queen’s expression turns dark. “Yes. And I would have been gone permanently, if my new, benevolent Mistresses didn’t take care to
revive me. They are that powerful now. They had gone and revived all the Demon King lieutenants that you killed before, don’t you recognize
that giant you just re-killed?”
Not that she mentions it, it did look kinda familiar… “Sorry, I guess they just weren’t that impressionable? You should be glad I remembered
you then, probably because of how ugly you are.”
This is the final one. The spider is much higher level than herself, and a boss monster to boot. When she wins, she will gain a ton of exp from this
one, likely to take her up over 20 levels. She will put all the stat points into Agi and run, all the while taking abilities from Cleric this time, it will
boost her resistance and gain immunity to those annoying debuffs.
Arachnora grits her teeth. “You won’t win again, not this time! I’ll make you regret that a hundred times over!”
Suddenly, the ground shook and tens of tall pillars of various sizes rose up randomly. Christie dodges barely in time to avoid one from underneath
her. She looks over to her foe, that spider is immediately climbing a pillar and started to spin her web between two pillars.
Shit! They planned this out! Christie put all her remaining SP into Agi again and rushes towards Arachnora. If that spider were to take her time,
she can cover the entire arena with silky snares. She needs to win, fast!
Sensing this, the Spider Queen jumps down from her pillar. From the speed that Christie’s going towards her, she does not have time to finish any
webs. She rushes towards her foe as well.
Heh…this stupid bug, she’s gonna be a one trick pony, like I haven’t seen right through her. Christie knows exactly what’s coming, because
she’s seen it before. That spider is going to rush up close, forcing her attention to the front, before arching down and spewing that silk from her
back.
“Hiss!” Arachnora rushes close within an inch of Christie’s face, before SPEW! Her abdomen arches and a string of silk shoots out at the heroine…
It misses completely.
Christie was feigning her speed, she was only rushing at half of her full speed. When that stupid spider spewed out her silk, she went all in and
instantly dashed behind her. It’s going to be over from this. She gathers all her chi into her fist, a guaranteed critical strike to the enemy’s weak
point will overcome that level difference between them. Christie could almost taste her freedom…
“HAAH!!! Huh?” The fist did not connect. She missed by a couple of inches short of her target. What happened? There’s no way that clumsy spider
managed to dodge. Christie tries to move in for another hit before realizing the problem: her feet are completely stuck.
“Wha-! What is this!??” Christie shouts as she desperately tries to free her feet from a sticky substance on the ground.
“Ahahaha~ It seems that you fell for my trap, little Heroine, I left a few patches of sticky silk on the ground just for you, looks like it worked
wonders~” Arachnora turned around and jeers, keeping a safe distance away from Christie.
“BUT!! There’s no way you could’ve known where I was going! These are just random patches!” Christie is full on panicking, she is pulling at the
ground with all her might. Her feet does not budge.
“Ha! Are you really that dense, Heroine? Kill me once, shame on you, kill me twice… I knew exactly what was coming, because I’ve seen it before!
You were always going to dash behind me once I shoot my silk at you, you think I haven’t seen right through you? You one trick pony.”
“!!!!!!!!!!!”
Loud sneering can be heard from the imperial box, which then spread across the entire Colosseum.
Before Christie even gets any chance for regrets, Arachnora arches her back again and shoots out several big strands of silk, she hits her target
perfectly this time. Big blobs of silk completely bind the heroine’s calves, further cementing her to the ground. Another two hit her arms, also
chaining them to the ground. Christie is going nowhere fast.
The heroine watches helplessly as the Spider Queen climbed up another pillar and started spinning her web again. Just a little waiting later, a
giant, intricate, and tightly knitted spider web forms. Arachnora spills another liquid from her mouth to the silk binding down Christie, they start
to slowly dissolve. Before Christie could struggle to get any semblance of free movement, however, another strand is shot to her back and she is
pulled into the middle of the giant web, her limbs all tangled up in the snare. She flails around to get free, but the web seems even harder to get
out of than the ground.
“You might as well save your strength, little Heroine. Just a little more preparation, and it’s almost time for the main course.” Arachnora says as she
grabs Christie’s right foot and frees it, before starting to wrap it in silk.
Shitshitshitshitshit. Christie’s slight arachnophobia is kicking in. She imagines herself being wrapped up tightly in a cocoon, the spider would
then suck out all her blood…There’s no way that’s how this will end, right?
The spider’s all done wrapping her right leg in the time Christie was panicking, she repositions the leg all the way to the side and resticks it on the
web. She moves on to do the same thing to the heroine’s left leg.
This is not going exactly the way Christie imagined. Instead of a big cocoon, she is being meticulously covered in a thin layer of silk, detailed down
to each individual finger and toe. Her last remaining pieces of cloths were removed, but also immediately covered by silk, saving her some
embarrassment. The creature repositioned each of her limbs as she worked. After tens of minutes of wrapping, the spider is finally finished.
Everything from under Christie’s head is wrapped tightly in silk, and her limbs are stretch out straight to the side in a “土” shape.
Christie does not feel uncomfortable at all. Rather than a cocoon, it’s more like she is being covered by a tight latex suit. Unlike latex though, this
material is very airy and breathable, slightly cool and wet to the touch but quickly warmed by her body heat. It is also extremely thin, she can feel
the slightest of air brushing against her, as if this suit is merely a second layer of skin.
“Phew! That was a lot of work! But it is finally time to dig in into the main attraction! Ladies and gentlemonsters! Thank you for all your patience,
it’s time that we get started on the Heroine’s final fall!” Arachnora announces loudly.
Christie struggles again with her all might, but the tensile strength of the silk is just too high. Stuck with all her limbs stretched out, the heroine
couldn’t even form a fist, as her fingers are all each tied to the web.
“Stay…Stay away from me!” Christie yells as the Spider Queen draws in close…
Arachnora positions herself behind her prey, and extends a leg near Christie’s right foot. “Do you see this, Heroine?”
Christie struggles to turn her head and eyes, as the back of her head is also stuck to the web. The spider’s leg is dangling on top of her
outstretched, silk covered toes. What’s she doing? Hold on…focusing really hard, Christie could barely make out a thin, translucent line of loose
thread coming out of her silk suit near the toes, the Spider Queen’s leg is holding onto that thread. What’s she doing with that? The spider
suddenly pulls on the line a bit.
“AHehehe!?” Christie could feel something moving across her feet underneath her tight suit. “What did you do!?”
“A taste~ Of the beauty of my creation! You must think that you are covered in just one thin layer of silk, right? Hehe~ My silk is the strongest
substance in the world! And I can spin each line as thin as a micron! There are countless strands of my thin silk underneath that surface, all
pressed tight against your skin. I’ve left small loose ends all over your body, care to guess what happens when I pull on them?”
Arachnora pulls near Christie’s right foot a bit more, another sliding sensation runs across her bare skin underneath the silk suit, making the
heroine giggle.
“hehehehe…so whahehe…this is the weakest tickhehe I’ve ever felt!”
“Unfortunately, I’ve run out of length to keep pulling this, whatever shall I do~” Arachnora chirped as she extended another leg to Christie’s left
foot.
“AAHAhahaheha?! Whahahahahehet theheha heck!?” Christie yelped as she suddenly felt a line of sensations across her stretched legs. A feathery
touch trailing down from her right foot, extending through her right leg. A single finger trailing sensation across the back of her right knee, down
her thigh, then more feathery touches across her butt, going towards the back of her left knee, before a pen tip like sensation presses down and
slides up her left foot.
“How did you like that, Heroine? I’ve run out of line to pull, so I just pull on a strand on the other side to bring it back.” Arachnora begins to saw
the line back and forth, back and forth…
“Ahehehe this is staheheill nothing! I cahahn just! Hmphahammmhephmmmm…” Christie tries her best to muffle her laughter, the entire monster
world is watching now! She can’t be showing her weakness like this.
“Aww~ Is my present not to your liking, little Heroine? Well, you are right. Two threads could only stimulate you in a single, boring line. How about
three then?”
Another leg joins in near her neck. Now there are sensations going down on her bare back, across another section of her buttocks on both sides,
extending across the top of her thighs, then ending in between her big and second toes.
“AAHAHA!HAhehahhehehe! STop itehe already! Eheheheheha…Why is it alwahahays tickling withehe you stupidahaha monsters!!!” Christie yells in
frustration.
“What’s wrong with a little tickle? It’s much better than me beating you down isn’t it? It’s just some fun that village girls would do on each other.
Don’t tell me~ the brave, strong Heroine is afraid of a little tickle?”
“No! I’m notehe! You’ll never makaha me give in withehe this!” It’s as if Christie had completely forgotten about her previous defeat at the hands
of Syrie and Sydae. Truthfully, if she is facing the Succubus siblings now, she would have given up immediately. But this spider is some worthless
trash that she had already killed once. There’s no way that she can be defeated by the like of it.
“Good~ That’s what I’d like to hear.” Arachnora whispered before letting another leg join the fray. Another pulling sensation started near her
stomach. This time though, the movements underneath Christie’s suit felt different, it’s much more numerous than the last. She couldn’t even
discern the shape of the rectangle that is formed by the four strands. Who could blame the poor heroine, though? With four points of strands,
it’s not as simple as four lines anymore, two more lines connect diagonally with each other, creating six pathways of sensations across her body.
“WAHAHAhahahahaHAha?! STOHOHOPAhaha it NOOW!! YohohoHOhoho StupidAhahahahahaha Bug!! AAHAHAhahahahAHAHAhahaha!”
“Yes…stupid bug…that’s what you called me last time, too. Let’s make sure that foul mouth don’t spill any more rude insults, shall we?”
Five legs, ten lines of sensations.
“GYAAAHAHAHAhahahahahahehehe!I AMAHAHAHAhahah GOING TOHOHhohe KILL YOU!AHAhahahaheheahhoahahahehe…”
Six leg, fifteen lines of tickling.
“OHOHOhahHAHAHAHAHoHAhahhe!YOUHAHAHAHAHAHeheheahaREAhahahahallyNEEDTOSTOPAHAHAHAhehehehehahahahehehe!HAHA
HAhehehahahSTOPNOWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHehehahe…”
Despite the spacious opening of the Colosseum, they are technically still underground. Arachnora shoots a long line of silk towards the ceiling to
dangle herself up, freeing her last two legs from having to balance herself on the web.
Eight points, twenty-eight lines.
“KYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!WHYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!STOPITNOWOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHA!! ICANTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHOAHAHTAKAHAHAHAIT!!NOHOHAHOAHOHOAHOAOAMOHOHOHAHAHAHEHEHAHEHAHA
HAHA!!!...”
“Finally resorted to begging? Too little, too late, Heroine. I’ll turn that sensitive body against you, I’ll utterly wreck you for humiliating me!”
Arachnora raises her hands. Besides her spider legs, her humanoid fingers are also expert manipulators of silk strands. She adds her ten fingers
to the mix, each connecting to a loose strand.
Eighteen appendages, forming one hundred fifty-three different lines of silk dancing across Christie’s entire body, inescapable against her skin
because of her tight silk suit.
Christie’s world freezes for a moment, before letting out a loud
“AAAAAAAARRHHAHAHAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA!!!ICAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHOAHAHAHOAHAHAHOAHAHAH!!NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...”
Each silk strand is uniquely made to elicit different reactions on Christie’s body. Thin, thicker, coarse, smooth, bumpy, wet, slick, soft, fuzzy, velvety,
pulled tight: sharp, slightly less pressure: feathery. The spider alternates her pulls’ speed, tempo, and strength, while also constantly switching
between different strands. Multiple lines sometimes combine together to form a bigger sensation. A group of soft feathers on her butt cheeks,
big slick tongues licking up and down her bare feet, countless tiny legs crawling around on her neck, hard bristles on her breasts… The
combinations are nearly endless and repeatedly changes, never letting her getting used to a single sensation. It was as if she’s being tickled
by everything possible in the world, all at once.
“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!NOHAHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHA!...”
No more unique syllables came out of Christie’s mouth anymore. She is reduced to a machine that can only take in tickles, and produce only
laughter.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ARRHAHAHH…HEHehehe……….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!??WHYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Christie is about to slip into that darkness due to silent laughter again, she is welcoming passing out before a jolt of energy revitalized her. And
her laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAT’S GOING ON?? OHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! KYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
Not only is Christie re-energized, her head cleared up, fulling taking in the tickly sensations. Her muscles kept pulling against her restraints, but no
longer felt sore. And her lungs seem to stream an enormous amount of air per breath. She can manage full phrases in between laughing now.
“Why, whatever do you mean? I didn’t do anything special. But aren’t you glad you are able to enjoy this delightful playtime some more?”
Arachnora seems amused.
“…NO I’M NOT!....... HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING!??........” Christie shouts in between bouts of laughter.
Christie is beginning to lose track of time. It must have been at least an hour since she started laughing, and she’s showing no signs of wear. Her
nerves are not tired either, still as receptive to tickling as ever. She feels like her head is about to explode.
This is not mentioning that maddening ache in between her legs. From the start, Arachnora had expertly avoided stimulating her pussy and
underarms. It must be on purpose. At some point, though, even the endless tickling around her other body parts were starting to send a tickly
tingle to her crotch. It’s a light sensation, unlike the overwhelming current from her armpits, but it still built up over time. Christie’s pussy lips are
bulging out of her silk suit, her slit clearly visible through the fabric, revealing a tight cameltoe. Her love juice also built up and is dripping
continuously through the airy silk. She is extremely turned on right now, but without any actual pleasure building up. She cannot pass out for
some reason, either. At least with all her sessions before, she either lost consciousness, or was taken to blissful release, or both. Right now, she is
stuck right in the middle of tickle hell, with no way to escape. She is truly trapped.
“Ahehe~ Enjoying your time up there, little heroine? You must be confused as to what’s happening right now. Why don’t you have a feel?” Syrie
smiled as she snapped her fingers. That intricate tattoo of the Crest of Lust shines a bright pink, revealing its form on Christie’s lower belly.
Status(new):
(Revealed) Crest of Lust(Syrie):
Orgasm Control(On), Overall sensitivity↑(M), Overall Orgasm Strength↑(M), Overall Orgasm Craving(s), Overall Tickle Resistance↓(M),
Overall Tickle Pleasure Conversion(xs), Overall Tickle Craving(s), Regeneration(xs), Stat boost(Sta+400)
“…WHAT THE HECK IS THIS???!!......” This is why she can’t pass out. Her Sta had been forcibly raised to superhuman standards. Her muscles will not
get tired, either, because of that small regeneration she was given. And those overall conditions… No wonder she is turned on beyond belief! All
the tickles around her body now gives a little pleasure.
“…PLEEEASE NO MORE!!.......DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!!.......” Endless laughter seems to be the default setting for her now, with the occasional phrase
seeping out in between.
The Succubus ignores her pleadings, electing to simply enjoy pathetic wailings of this imminent loser.
“Oooh, isn’t this wonderful~? We can probably go at this for days~ without stopping at all,” cooed Arachnora in Christie’s ears. She has also
decided to ignore the heroine’s pleadings, doubling her focus on manipulating the strands.
Another hour must have passed, probably. Christie’s mind is beginning to break down. She is seeing no end to this suffering. She’ll die. Or her
mind totally collapses. Either way she’ll die. She is going to be tickled to death, but not for a few days, at least. If nothing else, she needs to give
her mind some respite. She cannot pass out. If that’s the case…at least…at least let her escape that other way!
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAATLEAST!!!..........AT LEAST LET ME…………..”
“Oh? At least what? Come on, spill it out, what do you want me to do?” Arachnora is sensing a turning point in the heroine’s torture session.
“…….at least……..tickle me there too………” Christie whispers her plead amidst roaring laughter.
“Hmmm…didn’t hear you. Come on, loud and clear this time, yell it out, or you won’t get anything.”
“…Please tickle me…down there!” Despite her mind being a mush, Christie still retained a sliver of reason. She still knows she cannot afford to leak
any power from her underarms, so the only avenue of release can be from down below.
Arachnora’s face turns dark again. “Listen here you little wrench,” she whispers threateningly into Christie’s ears. “Say CLEARLY what you want, and
WHY you want it. Yell it out with ALL your strength! LOUD! Use the exact terms. You got one last chance, before I just tickle you senseless for the
next couple of days.”
“…!!!?.......I…..I….” Christie is scared shitless. It’s hopeless. There is no preserving her dignity here. If she wants any semblance of release, the whole
monster world is going to know her true desires.
“……PLEASE TICKLE MY PUSSY!!...TICKLE MY PUSSY AND MAKE ME CUUM!!!......I WANNA CUM SOOO BAD!!!......” Christie’s need for release wins
out against her dignity in the end.
“OOH MY~” Arachnora pretends to be surprised. “Is that what the Heroine, no, what a young lady like yourself should be saying in public??”
The entire arena fills with roaring laughter, jeering, and sneering of the monsters.
“….PLEEEEASE!! JUST DO IT ALREADY!.......I SAID IT DIDN’T I???!.....PLEASE JUST TICKLE MY PUSSY ALREADY!!!......”
“Well~well~ Who could’ve guessed that the brave Heroine that took down so many of our brethren is actually a hopeless tickle slut~? Begging
her enemy like that in the middle of a battle? What kind of pathetic~masochist are you?” Arachnora is still not tickling where Christie wants it the
most.
“I’M SORRY!! I’M SO SORRY!!!....PLEEEASE NO MORE!……HURRY AND TICKLE MY PUSSY PLEEASE!!!!.......”
“Hehehe~ to think the Heroine would one day make this kind of request of me. Hoho, fine, I’ll oblige a little, seeing as how magnanimous I am~”
The Spider Queen finally relents and pulls the silk strands in a way that mimics sharp, scratching nails all across Christie’s nether regions.
“WAAAAAAAAAA~♥♥AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOOAHHOA♥THANKYOUTHANKYOU!!♥OOOOOAHO~AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA!!♥YESYESYESSSS~♥!!OHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~♥♥!!! JUSTLIKETHAT!♥ DONTSTOP~!!!!!!♥♥♥…”
Christie’s pussy has been thoroughly trained by Syrie during their last session. Just merely tickling around her lips, mound, and slit is enough to
bring immense pleasure upon the heroine. Arachnora knew of this, which is why she chose to use nail like sensations like Syrie used. Pent up
beyond all measure, Christie quickly heads off towards the cliff.
“AAOOOAHHAHA~♥♥♥!OOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA♥♥!YEEEESSSSS~!♥ AHAHAHAHAHAH♥HAHAHAHA♥HAHAHAHAHAOOH~♥♥!
IMCLOSEIMSOCLOSE!!! KYAHAOOOOOh~AHAHAOOOHA~♥♥♥UUUUUGGGAA-WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?? NOOO DON’T DO THIS!!!!WAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOT THIS AGAIN!!!!!.......”
Again. Again she is pulled back just before reaching heaven. An empty feeling in her heart spreads. All tickling on her pussy ceased and her mind
refocused on the torturous tickling everywhere else.
“……PLEEEASE NOOO!!......I DID WHAT YOU SAID!!!......YOU PROMISED!....... PLEASE JUST FINISH MEEEE!!!!....” Christie desperately begs.
“Whatever do you mean, Heroine? Even though I didn’t have to, I did what you asked and generously tickled your pussy, didn’t I? I feel tired of it
now. I simply told you to beg, I don’t remember actually promising anything~?”
“…….NOOOOO!!!!.....PLEEEEASE!!!!....WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO??!!!....I’ll do anything!! Please!....”Christie’s desperate need is frying her brain.
“Oh? You would do anything to cum?”
“YES! Yes!...Anything!....Ask me ANYthing!!!...”
The Spider Queen leans down and whispers again in a seductive tone.
“Then, beg~ Keep on begging for it. Loudly. While announcing what a weak, masochistic tickle slut you are. And what a pathetically ticklish pussy
you have.”
“That’s!...”
Oh, revenge is truly ever so sweet~
Christie wants to protest. She had already begged once, shown the monsters her deepest desires, and it went nowhere. At least with that, she
might be able to pass it off as a one-time moment of weakness. She might still recover her reputation, if she gets out of this somehow. But if she
begs again? And who knows how many times after that? She will be the laughing stock of the monster world, literally.
“I am getting tired of this waiting, little Heroine…” Arachnora’s tone turns threatening again. “Start begging, or the tickling will never stop. Do you
want that? Or that sweet, sweet~ release instead? I promise this time. I promise I’ll make you cum your brains out if you beg~”
The threat of continuing that hellish tickle and the allure of that shattering climax make Christie drop all pretense of prestige and grace. Right
now, she is nothing but Arachnora’s tickle slut.
“Please keep tickling my pussy!!....I want it so bad, PLEASE!!...I’M JUST A HOPELESS TICKLE SLUT WHO NEEDS HER PUSSY TICKLED!!!....... TICKLE
ME!! MAKE ME CUM!! …….PLEASE MAKE THIS PATHETIC SLUT CUUUM!!!!”
Christie is instantly awarded with countless sensations of nail scratches on her needy lips. It spreads all around her pussy to her slit, the mound,
the base of her clit, the perineum, and the edge of her groin.
“Keep begging, pet. Don’t stop, or I’ll stop.” Arachnora whispers softly.
“YES!YES♥! JUST LIKE THAT!!!......KEEP TICKLING MY PUSSY JUST LIKE THAT!!!♥♥......MY WEAK PATHETICALLY TICKLISH PUSSY LOOVES THIS!!!.....
I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A HOPELESS MASOCHIST!!!♥♥♥....”
A new sensation joins the fray. Several strands of thick silk came together to slide back and forth across the heroine’s erect clit. The feeling is
absolutely transcendental. Christie screams herself coarse, even forgetting to laugh for a while. She didn’t know how to describe it, but it is nearly
the same as a gauze pad from her world. It is the roughest texture she’s ever felt on her clit, just bordering on pain but didn’t quite cross over
due to the lubrication of the wet silk. A couple of sliding back and forth on her jewel and Christie is rocketing straight towards heaven.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHA-…HUH? WHAT ARHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!? NOOOOOOOOAAAAAHH!!......YOU CAN’T DO THIS YOU PROMISED!!!!!....”
Yet again, all sensations on her pussy ceased right before she reached that zenith. The pleasure around her pussy quickly dropped because of all the other tickling again.
“Oh, but I didn’t break any promises, though? You will definitely have that orgasm, on my word. But I don’t remember saying when?” Arachnora
“innocently” remarked.
“….NOOOOOOO!!!....THAT’S CHEATING!!!...I want it NOOOW!!!!... PLEAAASE!!!” Christie is losing her mind.
“Hehe~ I promise I’ll give it to you soon, ok? This is just the second time, we will reach our goal in no time~”
“Wha…Second time?.......What do you mean???...” Christie’s head is barely working through the tickle haze, she can’t make sense what the Spider
Queen is talking about at all.
Arachnora’s eyes turn sharp. “You DO remember what I said before right? When you were oh so arrogant and conceited? I told you I’ll make you
regret that a hundred times over. Well, that was two times, we’ve got ninety-eight more denials to go.”
“………eh?”
“Oh, and make sure you beg through all of them, LOUD, that was the deal, ok? No begging, and it does not count.”
“wait…wait…I-I will really die…please…” Christie is one hundred percent certain she will not survive this. Even if her body held up somehow,
what’s left of her mind will probably be some empty husk that only vaguely resembles Christie.
…
Five denials.
“OOOOOOOHH!!!...PLEASE KEEP GOING!...PLEASE KEEP RAVAGING MY PATHETIC CLIT!!...”
Ten denials.
“AAAAAAH!!!JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!!... IM SORRY FOR HAVING SUCH A TICKLISH PUSSY!!!...PLEASE KEEP PUNISHING IT!!!...”
Twenty denials.
“YES! THAT’S RIGHT!!!... I’M A HOPELESS TICKLE ADDICT!!!...PLEEASE DON’T STOOOP!!!....KEEP TICKLING MY CLIT LIKE THAT!!!...”
Thirty denials.
“OOOOHAAAAARRRH!!!!...IM DYING!!!IM REALLY GONNA DIE!!!...PLEEEASE DON’T STOP THIS TIME!!!...KEEP TICKLING MY SLUTTY PUSSY!!...”
Forty denials.
“FUUCK YOU!!!...SCREW ALL OF YOU!!!... I’M GOING TO TO KILL YOU!!...AARRRHHH!!...”
Forty denials.
“RAAAAAARHH!!...I SWEAR I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!...ESPECIALLY YOU! YOU STUPID INSECT!!!...AAAAAAAAHHH!!!...”
Forty denials.
“I’M SOOORRYYY!!...IM SO SORRYYYY!!...PLEEEASE FORGIBE MEEE!!!...”
Forty denials.
“AAAAAAARGH!!...IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!!!... I’M JUST A STUPID TICKLE SLUT!!!...PLEASE FORGIVE THIS STUPID TICKLE SLUT AND
KEEP GOING!!!...”
Fifty denials.
“YESYESYES!!...I AM JUST A SLUT THAT NEEDS CORRECTION!...THANK YOU FOR TICKLING ME!.......THANK YOU FOR EDGINGMEEE!!!...”
Sixty denials.
“AAAAHAHAAAANAAHH!!!...I’M SORRY FOR PRETENDING TO BE THE HEROINE!!!..EVEN THOUGH I’M ONLY AN USELESS TICKLE BITCH!!......
IM SORRY FOR BEING SO COCKY!!! ….EVEN THOUGH I HAVE THIS PATHETICALLY WEAK TICKLISH PUSSY!!!... PLEEASE PUNISH ME MOOORE!!!...”
Seventy denials.
“PLEEEASE DOOONT STOOP!!!...I’M AT MY LIMIT!!!!...PLEASE TAKE PITY ON MY TICKLISH CLIT AND PUSSY!!!...MEEERCY PLEEEEASE!!!...”
Eighty denials.
“I SAAID I’M SOOOORRRYY!!...I’M SORRY FOR CALLING YOU STUPID!! EVEN THOUGH I’M THE STUPID TICKLE SLUUT!!!...FORGIVE ME ALREEADY!!!...
YOU OWN ME!!!...MY PUSSY! MY CLIT IS ALL YOURS!!!...PLEEEASE LET THIS PATHETIC WEAKLING CUUUM!!!”
Ninety denials.
“AAAAAAARRHAH!!!...CUM!LET ME CUM!!...LET ME CUM!!...LET ME CUM… LET ME CUUM!!... LET ME CUUUUUUUUM!!...please…”
One hundred.
“…….cum…..me….cum……cum…..”
Christie had been completely destroyed. Her body is exhausted, even with over 400 in Sta. Her mind is a swamp of nothing but desires. If one were to read her mind right now, all they would see is
IwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacumIwannacum
Iwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwanna
cumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacumwannacum…
“Ohehe~ It’s time, my darling Heroine, no, tickle slut. You ready for your reward~?” Arachnora whispers sensually in Christie’s ears. It is as if her words are the most potent of healing spells, Christie immediately jolts upright against the web.
Could it be? Could she finally have it?
Wasting no time for the tickle slut to ponder around, Arachnora focuses all the silk lines from her eight legs to tickle mercilessly around her pussy and clit. Her human fingers stop manipulating strands, instead they plunge into the depth of Christie’s underarms and starts to absolutely wreak havoc there directly. The silk suit does not obstruct the scribbling of her armpits the least bit, it even amplifies the gliding motion like satin.
Christie blew through the roof instantly.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥ OOOOOOH~♥ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!??????? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥”
Something is seriously wrong.
Even though Arachnora is ravaging her weak spots with no reservation, even though she definitely went beyond that pinnacle, even though she is
still there. She just did not cum.
“WHYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!????♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥…”
“Ufufufu~ Now now, little heroine. That was a brilliant show you put on, but let’s not forget who your real owners are, alright?” Sometime during the
spectacle, Syrie and Sydae made their way onto the arena, standing right below Christie under the web.
“If you wanna cum~ Isn’t there someone else you need to ask~?” Sydae playfully teased. With the Crest and the Seal, they each directly controls
whether or not Christie can cum through her pussy and armpits.
“PLEEEEEEEEEAASE!!! PLEASE LET THIS PATHETIC TICKLE SLUT CUUUUM!!! I’M YOUR SLAVE!! I’LL BE YOUR TICKLE SLAVE FOOOREVER!! PLEEASE!
MISTRESSES!!! HAVE MERCY AND LET MY TICKLISH PUSSY AND ARMPITS CUUUUMM!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh my~ Without any prompting whatsoever~ You trained her well, Arachnora.”
“Thank you, my mistress. I’m forever indebted to you for this opportunity!” The Spider Queen revered, without ever slowing down her limbs.
“I think this is it for our little Heroine~ Almost makes me sad~” That’s not true. Sydae had not forgotten about their first encounter. She cannot wait to
wring that arrogant cutie dry. In fact…
“Hey, Heroine! We’ll let you cum your brains out right now! But~ it’ll be the last~ orgasm you will ever have~ Do you sti-”
“YESYESYESYESYES!!!JUST GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥” Christie has no idea what she’s saying. She now runs on a single logic: she would
say anything for anyone who would promise her orgasm.
“Ahahahahaha! So this is the pathetic end for our shameful Heroine. Well, you asked for it! Ready, Syrie? 3…”
“Hehe, yeah, at the same time. 2…”
“1…”
SNAP! SNAP!
The orgasm ban is lifted.
Christie is flown into high orbit. No, maybe even another dimension. The most violent, guttural contractions began in her pussy and just kept pounding her brain. It was just like her first orgasm at the hands of Syrie, her existence had been ripped apart at its very core. Only this time, there’s no ending in sight. It was as if all the previous denied orgasms rushed back all at once. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended before the next one began. She couldn’t tell what she’s cumming from anymore, her armpits, her clit, or her pussy? Minutes passed and she’s still not calming down, she didn’t fall below that plateau even once. The Crest is in place to ensure that she doesn’t fall unconscious. It’s as if this insane orgasm is a sexual beast that devoured her entire being. She just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming……………Her juices kept squirting out nonstop, spraying the Succubus siblings with the last remnants of her power. At some point, her rational mind managed to produce a single thought before drowning back in absolute euphoria:
…over…it’s all over…
Syrie: Lv95→Lv99
Type: Advent Emergence: Lust
Sydae: Lv94→Lv99
Type: Advent Emergence: Lust
Christie An: Lv48→Lv1
Job: Useless nooby beginner
Stats: Str 111→1
Def 22→1
Mag 19→1
Agi 323→1
Sta 17→1
Luk 8→1
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv99
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(EX), Exp leak(EX), Pleasure conversion(EX), Pleasure resistance↓(EX), Orgasm strength↑(EX),
Orgasm interval↓(EX), Orgasm craving(EX), Seal of Lust(Owner:Sydae)
(Invisible to the Bearer) Crest of Lust(Syrie)
Chapter 5
Demon King’s Castle, FL B5
“AHAHAhahaheheahaha!...Please stopahahahahehehehahah…” Helpless laughter echoed around the dungeon. A group of Fuzz Balls is surrounding a quivering figure in the middle. The Fuzz Balls are climbing up and around the figure’s naked body. Their actual body is extremely small, surrounded by 95% soft fur. They dart in and out of the figure’s creases, tickling her endlessly as she hopelessly tries to scrunch her toes and swap the furry balls away.
Christie had been the monster’s tickle slave for three weeks now. Every waking hour of every day is spent being tickled by all manners of tools and
monster appendages. Right now is one of the easier times, with only a bunch of fur balls darting around.
In walks a mummy, the Fuzz Balls scurry away. Crap…
“MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!IMSORRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! KYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHA!!! SPAREHEHAHAHAHAMAHAYAHAHAHAHFEEEETHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The mummy used its skill to bind Christie entirely in bandages, leaving only her cute and soft feet out. It’s focusing both hands on her right foot while letting the ends of some bandage strand flick up and down the other. Her feet is probably her worst spot, now that her other two “hot spots” became forbidden. Her torture ended only when the mummy felt its bandages get splashed with warm liquid from in between her legs…
“HMMMMMMMMaphahemMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMahePHEMMMMMM….”
This time she’s trapped in a living Iron Maiden Cage, its usual torture devices replaced with a myriad of tickle tools. Cuffs, gag, blindfold, feathers,
brushes, blunt pokers, who knows what diabolical thing is going on in there?...
“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT MY BELLY BUTTON!! OHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!...”
She is now trapped in the embrace of a giant flower with her limbs pulled taut into a straight line, leaving her midriff entirely exposed. Sentient vines with brushy tips flick all around her sides and stomach, while a single mischievous vine snuck its way into her belly button. She is going to go mad for a while with this one…
The only time in the day where she is not tickled is late at night. This is the only time she’s able to get some semblance of rest…not. Here she lies in
bed, her fingers going in and out of her pussy, while her other hand tickles around her clit, with an occasional flick over it. It is not enough, no matter how long she masturbated, she just could not get off. She’s unsure if her Crest is even banning her orgasms, she just never came close. She is addicted. She can’t cum without tickling anymore, and tickling herself is just not the same. Despite around the clock tickle torture, those monsters just never touched her pussy or her armpits, leaving Christie in a frustrated mess. She hadn’t orgasmed in three weeks now. Seems like the Succubus sisters are true to their word.
“…I...you…I…will…make…you…regret…notmakingmecum!...” Christie swore in between finger fucking herself. Yes, other than her immense sexual
frustration, not cumming is a good thing for her right now, since she still has one last trump card.
Her other blessing. The Blessing of the Quanton. She looks at her own window:
Christie An: Lv37
Job: Beginner Heroine
Stats(+360 SP)
She had passively risen 36 levels in these past weeks, and she didn’t distribute any stat points to keep the illusion that she’s still weak. The Succubus
siblings hadn’t visited her even once. It seems that they simply threw her away like a finished snack. Even this room that she’s confined in right now
seems to just be further humiliation. This is the same dungeon room that she was first captured in. Good. She will make them regret putting her so
close to the surface. She’s a little used to the tickling anyway, she should stay put just a bit longer before her escape. Level 40, that’s when she will
escape. And she will come back stronger than ever, with all the necessary preparation and immunities.
Another week passes in perpetual laughter and frustration.
Christie An: Lv40
Job: Apprentice Heroine
Stats(+390)
It is time. She puts 200 SP into Agi, 40 each to Str and Sta, then the rest 110 into Luk. She needs all the luck she can get right now. Maybe that would have been the difference. It’s late after midnight. The orc guard outside is dozing off, it turns peacefully(not) into squashed mana in its sleep. Christie blew the cell door right open with her fists, then dashes madly towards the entrance. She carefully maneuvers around the patrolling monsters, taking out the unavoidable ones with lightning speed so as to not draw attention.
Finally, after over a month spent in that accursed dungeon, Christie is seeing the moon with her own eyes. She is standing in the ruins of that castle,
ceiling still melted away. It seems that the new Queens of the monsters did not particularly care for this structure. The above ground part, anyway.
Before she could take another step though, her body suddenly freezes in instinctual fear, the hair on her back all standing up taut.
Why…don’t tell me…
“Oh my~ What do we have here~? Our little tickle slave still playing the part of Heroine~?”
Oh no…oh nononononononononono…
“Hmm~? Catsper’s got your tongue? Or are you just ignoring me?” Sydae’s voice echoed in the ruins around her.
Whywhywhy! They didn’t come visit for a month! Why today of all days!
“Well, I had come to give you a surprise~ But it seems you are the one still full of surprises, aren’t you~? How’d you get your strength back? I’m sure you didn’t kill any monsters before tonight?”
There’s no room to think, it’s do or die time. Christie makes a mad dash for it.
“Sigh~Leaving already? And here I wanted to reminisce a bit~ [Somnia]!”
A wave of intense drowsiness hits Christie before she can take a few steps. She can’t…She will… The heroine collapses to the ground, sound in slumber.
Demon King’s Castle, FL B27, Succubus Lair
“And~ Here you are again, little heroine! How was your month as a tickle slave? Did you miss us~?” Syrie cheerfully teases.
“…….” Christie is silent as she is tied down all naked on that chair again, her legs spread wide apart.
“Oh stop sulking so much, even if you got out, I was coming to find you soon anyways, you wouldn’t have made it far,” says Sydae.
“More importantly, this made us take a very close look at you. You…are a Sekain, aren’t you?” Syrie interjected.
“Huh?” Christie had never heard the term before.
“Don’t think you can fool us! We are much more perceptive now that we have ascended. We can see far into the past through the memories of this
world engraved in its mana, as well as the veil of the world all around us now,” says Sydae.
“Sekains are the divine envoys from that Land of Above, sent here every couple thousand years to quell our kind, aren’t you?” Syrie leans in close,
“Now that I took a closer look at you, I can faintly sense the Divine Providence within you.”
“That means your Curse is also of divine origin! No wonder it took me so long to decrypt it!” Exclaims Sydae.
“Well well well. The sworn enemy of our kind, blessed with Divine powers, and to think we were about to let you go as a lowly tickle slave…” Syrie
breathes a sigh of relief. “What’s your secret in gaining power without doing anything?”
“…….”
Sydae walks over to the foot of the chair. “Hehe~ Don’t worry about that for now~ Remember that surprise I said I wanted to show you? If I manage to pull it off…Well, it’s gonna be good news and bad news for you. The bad news is you won’t be able to wear shoes again.”
“What?” Christie can’t help but ask in confusion.
Sydae begins to draw several complicated symbols, sigils, and circles into the air with both hands. Pinkish sparks and energy flies around, and then…
Zap!
“OW!” Christie could feel the bottom of her feet get hit with something.
“Yes! The first stage is done with no problem! I can feel it taking root!” Sydae is very excited.
“What are you-”
Status(new):
C.F.W. (Feet): Lv0
Extra weak attribute: (indetermined)
Extra weakness attribute: (indetermined)
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“……………eh?”
“BWAHAHAhaha! I’ll never get tired of that look on your face! You are such a cute Heroine~ There is good news for you now! You can forget about
what we said about having a last orgasm.” Sydae says with great exhilaration. “Go on, sister! Take a shot!”
“Well then~ Do excuse me~” Syrie says as she extends her tongue and gives Christie’s bare feet a good licking.
“KYAAAAHEHAHAHAHEHEAHASTOP!!”
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Feet): Lv2
Extra weak attribute: Eros
Extra weakness effects: Sensitivity↑(xs)
“Oohhh~ Next stage finalized without a hitch! It’s so cool to see how the circuitry changes depending on the stimulation it received! I didn’t spend a whole month deciphering and construing that thing for nothing! Can’t believe I actually managed to map out the original circuit shape and design.
Am I not just the greatest~?” Sydae says as she spins around to Syrie, expecting a praise.
“Yes, yes. You did very well, little sister. I’m lucky to have you.” Syrie says happily.
“Heh heh…Now, won’t you tell us about your powers, Heroine? And how you got that curse to begin with? What a nasty one that is, you must be
really unlucky.”
Christie is still in a stupor. The gravity of the situation finally dawning on her. For the first time since she came to the new world, no, first time in her
life, she felt genuine despair.
“please…Sob* I…I never even wanted this…Sob* I just wanted to be…Sob*…I-I wanna go home…Sob* …help…waaaah…” Christie is crying real tears
now, sharp tinges of regret pokes at her heart. Why did she pick her underarms as the weakness? Why didn’t she pick up any Cleric immunity skills?
Why didn’t she form a party like every other adventurer?
“Sob*…anyone…help…Sob*…Anisfia…please help me…”
“There’s that name again. You’ve said it several times, haven’t you? Who is she? Your lover?”
“No, it doesn’t matter for now. I can’t stand that ugly expression. Come sister, let’s turn our Heroine back into her usual slutty self. I’m sure she will
have plenty willingness to share everything with us afterwards~” Sydae beckons Syrie over.
One Succubus on each foot, they began to earnestly lick every nook and cranny of Christie’s soft, smooth, and fatally ticklish feet. Having ascended to the highest level, even their bodily fluids are potent aphrodisiacs and sensitivity raisers. Their saliva coats around her feet, getting absorbed, before another layer is endlessly applied. Her new Curse level quickly accumulates.
Status(updated):
C.F.W.(Feet): Lv2→Lv21→Lv45→Lv63→Lv79→………
Christie is beyond herself laughing and cumming her brains out. This is a totally different feeling than her pussy or even her armpits. You might think that orgasming with another “untraditional” body part is about the same, however, the sensation from her underarms and feet are completely different. It’s hard to put in words, but scratching her armpits is like tickling somewhere deep within her, while the licking on her feet is like stimulating her clit. Yes, her feet feel like two giant clitorises right now, overwhelming their owner with nonsensical ticklish pleasure. Her full month of abstinence certainly did not help, either. Her despair, her fear, and her regrets are but etchings upon sand compared to this giant tsunami wave of blissful torture, they are quickly washed away and forgotten…
……Maybe…This isn’t so bad……
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It’s been quiet ever since that Heroine went to the Demon King’s Castle. Monster activities around the world had died down, and peace returned once more to the land. Villages, towns, and cities that were once ransacked by those evil creatures were slowly being rebuilt. It’s taken years, but the people slowly regained security and a sense of hope. They pray to their gods and to the Heroine who defeated the Demon King for peace ever after.
Of course, all that is simply on the surface. The new Demon Queens of this land had obtained otherworldly knowledge. They knew their threat levels
are being monitored somehow, and had decided to lay low, slowly bidding their time…
Demon King’s Castle, FL B10,000, ??????
An impossible room in the depth of the Planet, that’s what some monsters in the rooms above B100 say. They are usually brushed off by their peers. There is no way, not even their Queens could survive down there…could they? They haven’t seen them in a while, either. It’s all been that Spider
Queen running things up here.
Vast, metallic tubes line the walls of this room. Four long pillars are raised above the floor, but not touching the ceiling quite yet. On top of each pillar, there are restraints locking down a limb of the trapped heroine, stretching her in a big “X” suspended in the air.
The heroine in question is ravaged endlessly by robotic arms that extends from the pillars, and by floating tendrils. Her stark-naked skin is covered all over in flashing pink, heart shaped tattoos. The arms are tickling everywhere marked by the hearts. Her underarms are being scratched by countless hands with sharp nails. Her thighs are being squeezed by four large arms with thick fingers. Her belly is being brushed by hands with bristles on the tip of the fingers. Her breasts and nipples are being played with by rough hands. Single fingered hands trace meticulously on her bare back. Feather dusters dance around her butt cheeks and occasionally dips near her butthole. Feather rollers are on the back of her knees.
Tendrils covered in countless, fur like cilia slides up and down her feet, with smaller ones between each of her toes. A thick tendril, also covered in fur, slides in and out of her pussy, it is designed to bring as much ticklish sensation to her insides as possible. The walls of her vagina, her G-spot, and her cervix all quiver in ticklish agony. Two brush like tendrils glides up and down her stretched pussy lips while also stimulating her inner thighs. A sucker like tendril is stuck on her extremely erect clit, its insides covered in tiny feeler that wiggles endlessly on the trapped nub.
All over her body is covered by a squirming, pinkish slime. It fills every nook and cranny that isn’t being ravaged by robotic hands or furry tendrils,
leaving not a single spot on the heroine’s body untickled.
The heroine’s head is the only place left alone by the chorus of tickling. Her short bob cut hair had already grown past shoulder length, dangling below from her head. A blindfold robs her of her sight. A pair of runed ear muffs silents her hearing. Those senses won’t have any use here, anyway. The only thing visibly working on her face is her mouth, forever wide open in her biggest smile. Only one sound exists in this room, drowning out the mechanical whirlings and wet slitherings.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
There’s not even any room for moans, as she is in a state of everlasting rapture already. Every single one of her body parts is being tickled into infinite orgasms. There’s no need to breathe or rest, as her Sta had been raised to max. Her brain long since fried by pleasure, her mind melted into a puddle of goop. At least, that’s what would have happened, if the Mental Protection from her Crest didn’t exist. What’s the point of tickle torturing a mindless sack of meat? She needs to retain at least a bit of will to experience the suffering(ecstasy).
Here, deep below the crust, near the Planet’s core, Quanton concentration in the air is tens of thousand times denser than the surface. It’s enough to kill any ordinary mortal, but not the heroine. Every second, her blessings absorb then amplify enough Quanton to instantly take her to Lv50. Every second, that same amount cums right out. This is Christie’s final fate. An endless supply of power being perpetually brought to the pinnacle of anguish(pleasure) to be juiced.
Christie An: Lv1
Job: Tickle slave♡
Stats: Str 1
Def 1
Mag 1
Agi 1
Sta 1(999)
Luk 1
Status:
(Revealed) Crest of Lust(Syrie):
Orgasm Control(Off), Overall sensitivity↑(EX), Overall exp leak(EX), Overall Orgasm Strength↑(EX), Overall Orgasm Craving(EX), Overall Tickle Resistance↓(EX), Overall Tickle Pleasure Conversion(EX), Overall Tickle Craving(EX), Regeneration(L), Mental Protection(s), Stat boost(Sta+998)
C.F.W.(Underarms): Lv99… C.F.W.(Feet): Lv99… C.F.W.(Midriff): Lv99… C.F.W.(Hips): Lv99… C.F.W.(Waist): Lv99… C.F.W.(Ribs): Lv99… C.F.W.(Knees): Lv99… C.F.W.(Breasts): Lv99… C.F.W.(Nipples): Lv99… C.F.W.(Thighs): Lv99… C.F.W.(Vagina): Lv99… C.F.W.(Clitoris): Lv99… C.F.W.(G-spot): Lv99… C.F.W.(Cervix): Lv99… C.F.W.(Buttocks): Lv99… C.F.W.(Anus): Lv99… C.F.W.(Neck): Lv99… C.F.W.(Back): Lv99… C.F.W.(Palms): Lv99…………
Below Christie’s raised pillars, two glowing cocoons sit, await, and grow as they are continuously showered with the heroine’s mana rich love juice. They had stopped the tubular collections of this room and had elected to directly absorb that power. They are at their final phase of evolution now. They are so close.
Sy✠rie: Lv???
Type: Chrysalis of ??????????
ĄSyസỡdae: Lv???
Type: Chrysalis of ???????
Epilogue
It has been a good couple of years for Anisfia. Her career shot up ever since she started outsourcing ADAT candidates to Purgamentum. A normal month of work can be done in two days by skipping all those pesky orientations. And with just one more day of work, she is performing around 50% more than her peers. She had perfected the process, skipping more and more steps after that first time with that black haired girl. Sometimes she even grabs sleeping candidates(victims) and press their thumb prints on the contract, before dropping the unaware Heroes(victims) down to a new world with their Blessings and the handbook. The best part? Turns out those nequams aren’t so useless, after all. Despite skipping almost all explanations, they had a 91% success rate in killing the Emergences without further Celestiel intervention, some of the highest rates in her department. Those “video games” and “light novels” sure pays off for them! The only problem in all these is…
“How I didn’t think of it sooner! Hahahehehe…” Anisfia kicks her feet in the air giddily. Her manager confirmed that she will be up for a promotion in the next decade if she keeps this up. At this rate, she will be one of the youngest angels to be elevated to Principality. She can see it clearly already: Anisfia will steadily climb the hierarchy…the youngest to ascend all the way up to Cherubim, where she will have a chance to work with Lord Raphael…One day, at the office, they accidentally bump into each other, their eyes meet…their hands touch…
“AAH! I can’t I can’t! Hehehehehe…” Anisfia buries her head into her pillow, this is getting too raunchy for her. Let’s just do something else for the day.
“Oh yes, all the reports for this period are finished. Did I…? Yes, all done spaced out to be sent out incrementally over the month. Work is such a breeze, I get the rest of the month to do whatever I want! Let’s see… After I finish 90 Day G.Angel… New season of Purgatory’s Cookhouse is coming out soon, right?... Oh, maybe I should go try that new bakehouse that just opened… So many options!”
“Aaahhh, life’s too good……HUUH!? EEEEHH!!???”
Anisfia is suddenly picked up by her ankles by something. Before she can get her bearings, another thing closes in and tears her clothes apart. In a split second, she is restrained above her bed completely naked, stretched out in big “X” by pinkish, floating tendrils. She can sense the stench of Deimonos from these creatures.
Anisfia’s face suddenly turns stern, her sapphire blue pupils now glow a shade of golden yellow. “[Interitus Ultimas]!” A bright light engulfs her room, follow by an intense, scorching heat hot enough to weld atoms.
The tendrils holding her spasm a bit, before shaking off a thin layer of dust, their grip unchanging.
“Whaat!?? That was my strongest Modus! What the heck is this??” Anisfia’s eyes stare wide with an expression of total astonishment.
“Mmfufufu…Well, isn’t that good to know~? It confirms that you are totally helpless now, maybe don’t go spouting stuff like ‘that was my strongest’ next time, hmm?” A seductive voice rings out. Anisfia turns her head to look.
A swirling portal of sable dust twists on the floor behind her, countless tendrils proliferate from it. Out from the center emerges two figures, one with short violet hair and the other with long pink ones. Each of them has three pairs of pitch-dark wings covering their back. On their head, their long horns had twisted and grown into a crown like shape.
One look and Anisfia could tell they are seriously bad news. “[Interitus Ultimas]!”
“Ugh…So bright! Could you stop doing that, please? We’ve looong awaited to meet you, you know? Let’s not sour our first impressions, alright?”
Impossible. To be able to brush off her strongest attack like that…And how are they even here to begin with? The worldly veil surrounding Celestiel is probably the hardest amongst the universes to break. Also, the Quanton quality in the air here is purely positive, having been refined over millennias. The negative nature of Deimonos should not be able to handle it, just being here should be poisonous to them. Yet here they stand…Is this a joke? Is she being pranked right now? Is so, then she s…
“Oh no, no pranks here, hehe~ You are staring at the real deals~”
“Huh?” Anisfia is certain she did not say anything out loud. Did they just…read her mind? That’s not possible…unless…
“Oh~ But it IS! We are living proof, aren’t we? Say it, say what you think we are.”
Breaching into Celestiel and is able to exist here comfortably, reading the mind of an Enochian, impossibly strong durability, crown like symbol of Authority on the head…Only one possibility exists in Anisfia’s head, one that she only read about in textbooks.
“Avatāra Incarnatio…” Anisfia mutters in disbelief.
Avatāra Incarnatio. The physical embodiments of the Nine Obliviances. Even one of them is capable of standing against the highest circles of the angel hierarchy. The last mention of them is in the Sefirodrasil Wars from over a thousand millennia ago. None had appeared since, because Celestiel had taken care to stop them from emerging. Yet, now there are suddenly two standing before her. How is this possible?
“Hehe~ That’s why we came! To thank our benefactor, of course. If not for you, we wouldn’t be here at all, you know.”
“M-me?” There’s no way she has anything to do with these two, right?
“Oh, yes. If little Christie had any idea on what she was doing, we probably would have perished somewhere along the line. So, we are here to offer our outmost gratitude. We are going to make you the happiest little angel around~”
“Christie…? Who…?”
“Oohhh~? Oh nohohoho! You don’t even remember who she is!? You are all she’s thinking about these days, in that tattered head of hers, you know! How cruel! You deserve some punishment~ for that, doesn’t she, sister?”
“Hmmfufu, remember, we are here to bring bliss to our benefactress…Well, I guess a little punishment is fine, as long as it also brings a smile to her face, right?”
“Aahh…p-please…don’t torture me…just kill me…” Anisfia’s whole body is trembling now.
“Kill you? And let your QEP Matrix drift up and be revived? Oh nonono. You see, we had grown very fond of a particular form of ‘punishment.’ It won’t bring you any pain whatsoever, I think you’ll quite like it.”
The two finally approaches the captive angel. One going above her head, and one in between her legs. Several more tendrils gather and position themselves around her feet, legs, back, and trunk of her body. A seductive voice whispers into her ear.
“Tell me, little angel~ are you ticklish~?”
Anisfia learned a valuable lesson that day. She learned that her mouth was capable of producing the most guttural, debauched, and obscene sounds she had never even heard of in her long life. In fact, screams, moans, and laughter are the only sounds she will be making for the next couple of centuries.
Oh, and also maybe don’t take morally dubious short cuts at work. But she will have a long time to reflect on that. Assuming she will still be capable of thinking, that is.
Countless dark portals opened on Celestiel, and an impossible army of Deimonos poured out, restarting a great war between the two species. Can the angels prevail, like they always did? If they don’t, the entire multiverse will turn a lot more…tickly. Let’s pray for all their sakes that they do(don’t) win this one, right?
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