136 Obstacle Course - Part 3 (1/2)

The orb's mana organ has an impressive regeneration rate, but it has so much MP to recover that it'll take a few hours until it can talk to us again.

”Maybe I should wait until the orb's mana is full before I try to interrupt it,” I say.

”You'll first need to learn about what kind of spell the orb is casting, anyway,” Roxanne says.

”Yep.”

I focus on my [Sense Mana], and the feeling of the ”dark hole” that the spell causes inside of my mind.

The orb's mana efficiency is very high. For the amount of mana that it uses and regenerates, only an infinitesimal fraction escapes and faintly triggers my [Sense Mana]. Very impressive. But something about the orb's mana feels familiar…

”This is Light mana…” Ciel says and turns around.

”Oh, so [Light Magic] really is the reason you were so strongly affected by the orb's will,” Roxanne says.

”That doesn't make sense… unless this is a light elemental,” Ciel says and turns to Alissa.

”Its presence is completely different from an elemental,” Alissa affirms.

I summon a ”Ciel” elemental to compare.

”Really, their signatures have nothing in common aside from the Light mana,” Alissa affirms again.

The basically naked glowing ”Ciel” bends to me and kisses my forehead, then she skips happily towards her real-body twin and grabs her hand, then interlaces their fingers together.

The real Ciel looks at me with eyebrows raised in surprise. I just shrug and smile.

”You really should start having sex with your elementals,” Alissa whispers.

”Are you really going to hump anything that's remotely feminine?” Yunia asks in disbelief.

”As long as it's not a male and doesn't have a penis…” I whisper with a wry smile, and she scoffs.

”I think it's my 'Piety' that helps me to sense the orb's intentions,” Ciel says, then crosses her arms in pondering. ”'Piety' is not a measure of the strength of someone's belief, but rather one of their understanding and alignment to the Gods' wishes. For example, a heretic who has learned about the Gods could have a high 'Piety,' though whether he agrees or not with the Gods can increase that 'Piety' even further.

”High 'Piety' allows you to understand the Gods' wishes, and a high [Light Magic] skill allows you to understand their power. You need both of them to cast spells and enact the Gods' will upon the realm. 'Piety' lets you channel their power from within you, and [Light Magic] lets you shape it. So, perhaps this orb has something similar to the Gods that allows me to understand its will.”

”Uh… Isn't it kind of a big deal that this orb is related to the Gods, somehow?” I question.

”Oo~h… That makes so much sense!” Yunia exclaims.

”So, this is the Dungeon Master that's controlling the dungeon?” I question again.

”A part of it. Since the core has to control the entirety of the dungeon at the same time, it should be able to divide its 'consciousness' into multiple parts to be able to multi-task effectively,” Yunia answers.

”I see… so, since this is part of the core, and we need to destroy it to conquer the dungeon, then maybe this isn't a challenge specifically for [Redirect Mana], but just our ability to destroy it,” I say.

”Not sure if saying that out loud is a good idea,” Alissa says, a little anxious, and naked-Ciel giggles.

”I won't destroy it; I'll ask what it wants of us once its MP recovers,” I say, and Alissa calms down.

”The orb already agreed with your suggestion to interrupt the spell,” Ciel says, and her twin nods.

I shrug and say, ”We'll try to talk to it some more later.”

We go silent and return to studying the orb.

--

Now with a new perspective, the orb's spell feels much more understandable. It's a constant cycle of destruction and creation swirling around the Eye. For as much as it looks chaotic, the feeling that I'm getting from it is paradoxically calming, as if there's a beauty and ”order” within it that's just beyond my understanding.

If anything, I think that this is what ”divinity” should be like. Something that invokes the feelings of awe, beauty, chaos, and order, all at the same time. Something that you feel like you understand, but you'll never be able to fully grasp. A truly ”higher” existence.

Besides, what else would you call the Godsdamned apocalypse happening out there, if not the work of the divine?

I unassign my unnecessary skill points and put them in [Light Magic] until it reaches level forty, assigning any more feels like it's straining my soul. I also put some points in [Sense Mana] and [Sense Presence] to aid me in studying the orb, but [Sense Presence] has a much lower ”strain limit” than my magic skills, for some reason.

The first step of any spell is generally to gather mana since it's the step that takes the longest, and it's more efficient to continue gathering mana while you build the rest of the spell.

To interrupt a spell, you take control of the mana leaking from the casting mage's spell and use it to rip apart the spell's ”constructs.” The similarities between the leaked mana and the caster's mana is the greatest factor that contributes to the ease of interrupting the spell.

If the spell is ranged, the mana is gathered outside the mage's body, making it trivial to interrupt it, unless the magical skill difference between the mages is too great. If the mana is gathered inside the mage's body, then it's extremely hard to interrupt it due to the interference from the casting mage's soul.

If a mage has perfect [Mana Efficiency], then the spell doesn't leak any mana, greatly increasing the difficulty in interrupting it because it forces the interrupting mage to use their own mana for that, which wouldn't have the same signature as the casting mage's spell.

[Redirect Mana] is so powerful in interrupting spells because of how it mimics the caster's soul, fooling the mana that the mage is currently using into gathering under the control of my soul as well. Since this causes the mana to be under the influence of two twin souls with conflicting wills, it breaks the laws of reality. This happens because, according to Roxanne, mana can be attracted to multiple sources, but it only ”obeys” the will that it has the greatest affinity for. In the case of [Redirect Mana], both wills have a perfectly equal affinity, so the mana is ruled by two wills at the same time, something that should never be possible.

What if I try to make an ”imperfect” copy of the casting mage's soul? I could even flood the spell with this ”imperfect” mana and try to interrupt it the usual way. This should increase my power to interrupt spells without the risk of bending the laws of reality. Well… with less risk of that, because if I fuck up my ”imperfect” copy, I could still cause another incident, unless I create another skill for interrupting spells.

[Redirect Mana] is simply a skill for moving mana around. Using it to replenish my MP is certainly not the standard application for it, and neither is using it to interrupt spells. I really need to create another skill if I want to interrupt a [Meteor].

I wonder about potentially using [Godly Language] to interrupt spells, but the nature of the skill is that any change is temporary, so I'm not really confident that it can do anything besides stalling a spell. Remembering how bad the fallout was to just set a handkerchief on fire with it makes me think that it might be suicide to try to stop [Meteor] that way…

I sigh and kiss the top of Lina's head, who decided that even while armored, my lap is still the best place to sit.

--

We decide to leave the actual interruption test for tomorrow. We also bring the ship into the Eye and land it on one of the platforms so that it stops consuming mana. It can fly non-stop for a few days, but it's better to not waste fuel.

The end of the day comes slowly, so I ask the orb if we can leave the ship on the platform while we go back home, and it responds with a ”positive” bump of the platforms.

I open a [Gate] to our house in Goloria, and we all cross through one by one.

I take off my armor with a satisfied sigh, it certainly felt like taking a bra off after a long day. We make our way to the bath and take off our white elven clothes, then throw them in the basket for the servants to wash.

Alissa passes by it, then suddenly goes back and picks up my shirt, then takes a deep sniff of it. I look at her oddly and raise an eyebrow.

”What? I know that you smell our panties, too,” she says in an accusing tone.

My face stiffens in a guilty smile, and I blush.

”Don't we all smell each others' underwear?” Hana asks.

Roxanne and Ciel ignore Hana and walk to the bath with stiff postures.

”I do,” Aoi innocently says.

”I… don't?” Yunia says and looks around in disbelief.

Hana snorts and says, ”One day, you will.”

Yunia goes silent and walks to the bath.

Today, I focus on Alissa to make up for worrying her so much. After all, I'm the one who told her to never get into a situation where a heroic sacrifice is necessary.

After she washes me, I put some points in [Washing] to return the favor.

As always, I have my fill of her fluffy tail as I gently wash it. Next is her nearly orange hair and fox ears. I [Massage] her scalp while making a bubbly foam with the elven shampoo (?), I don't know what it's called. I continue until the foam builds up so much that her head looks like a cloud, then I wash her body with a sponge.

Her supple, perfectly shaped breasts are my favorite part of her, then her abs, then her strong thighs, then her arms. Of course, her feet are delicious, but that's only after they've been washed and rinsed.

I play with her pubes, applying a bit of the elven shampoo to them because they deserve some love, too. They are my gentleman's mustache, after all. Then I spread her pussy's lips and use the most delicate touch I can to wash them, sending a shudder through her entire spine. This spot is my cock-sleeve, so it's a special place that doesn't need to be ranked.

After that, she goes down on all fours, exposing her second cock-sleeve to me. I first wash it with a sponge, then I slip in a finger and apply [Clean] to her insides because this one needs to always be ready to be stretched. Just to test its stretchiness, I push in two fingers and measure her pain through [Bind]. Since it seems that it's not tight enough, I apply a bit of [Regeneration] to restore it to the perfect level of tightness, and since I'm already resetting her body, I also regenerate her hymen, too.

I rinse all the soap and not-shampoo off her body, leaving her pure and ready for defiling.

She turns around and lays on the heated stone floor, then looks at me with kind, loving eyes. She grabs my face and pulls me closer, stealing a kiss.

Our hot, wet bodies rub against each other as our tongues fight for dominance. The fight is short because Alissa could never win against me. As much as we might belong to each other, deep inside, I'm still her master.

Our tired tongues withdraw, but her arms hugging my neck forbid me from pulling back too far. I grab her body and stand up, then I take us both over to the hot water and slowly enter it.

Once I sit down, she straddles me, my throbbing cock pressing against her virgin entrance. Her submerged tail makes waves in the water, revealing her happiness and excitement.

She grabs my love hammer and aims it, then gently lowers her hips. I spread her pussy lips and slowly penetrate her, but soon I'm blocked by her new hymen. Like it was for our first time, there's a brief resistance, then a pang of pain, and I fully penetrate her.

She moans in satisfaction, and her body relaxes against mine. I grab her ass cheeks, and together, we calmly move her hips up and down, savoring the moment. I feel my head rubbing strongly against the walls of her tight vagina, slowly but steadily building up my pleasure.

As she regains her strength, her nails quickly find their preferred spots on my back and dig into my skin. This small amount of pain is the most that I accept upon myself. I'm the master and the sadist, not the masochist and receiver.

My cock-sleeve may have forgotten the shape of my dragonator, but it was only for a very short while, as we both make sure that its shape is imprinted upon her once again.

I grow another weapon so that I can stretch her second entrance. I poke it, and she jumps in surprise, then immediately calms down and hugs me tight, anticipating the pain. This hole wasn't tightened until it was virgin-like, so all I need is a bit of non-water-soluble lube, and it's ready to fuck.

I angle the second long implement with my mind, and when we lower her hips again, it slides in nicely with a moist noise. She bites her lip at the pain, but a long moan reopens her mouth soon after.

Her pitch-perfect moans are music to my ears, and we make sure that they're perfectly timed to increase our satisfaction.

Soon, I paint her insides my manly mark, then we switch holes, and I paint those too.

Absolutely filled, I leave her over the edge of the bath for Hana to clean while I stride towards my narrowest cock-sleeve.

Little Lina is having some fun with Ciel, but my insatiable lust and love take priority, so I interrupt them to claim what's mine: her pussy.

Roxanne smoothly surfaces right beside Ciel and forcefully invades her mouth before the chocolate goddess knows what's happening. Ciel gets surprised by the sudden assault, but she recognizes whose tongue it is inside her mouth and responds just a second later.

I cross my arms and lift Lina with [Telekinesis], then I grab her legs with a pair of tentacles and spread them apart, exposing her tight slit to me.

I run a finger between her pussy lips and taste it. It's watery, but I can feel her lewdness in it; Ciel made her ready for me.

I extend my spear until it touches her entrance, threatening to pierce her, then I look into her eyes with nothing but kind love and violent sadism.

”It's time for you all to experience the 'longstroke,'” I say and share Lina's pleasure with everyone.

I grab her slim hips, then I slam mine towards her while simultaneously reducing the length of my cock. She feels the half-meter long stroke, and her whole body convulses with one of the strongest and longest jolts of pleasure that she's ever felt.

Alissa and Roxanne immediately collapse in the water, and Ciel has to hold up my succubus so that she doesn't drown.

Yunia discreetly masturbates while staring at Lina, so I turn to my elven goddess and grin, then I slam into Lina again.

The three golems all stare at us, and my back tingles, but I start to get used to it and even begin to enjoy it.

Maybe I should study how to provide a flesh-like body for them so that I can give them what they want: a good dicking.

--

With Lina passed out, I lay down in the bath to finally relax, then Roxanne casts [Water Breathing] on Aoi so that she can milk the rest of my MP from me.

”Let's ask some more questions to the orb after dinner,” Ciel suggests.

”E~h…?” Roxanne moans in laziness.

”Your demonic inheritance is lust and charm, not laziness,” Yunia says in a slightly harsh tone, but her natural glare amplifies the intensity of her words.

Roxanne takes it the unintended way and gets a little excited, but her pleasure nerves were recently abused by me, so it quickly fades. ”Your racial inheritance is arrogance, not bitchiness,” she responds in the same tone and smiles smugly.

”I guess that it's nice that they found a companion in verbal abuse,” Ciel softly says.

”Only Ciel and I should g-��� only Ciel, Alissa, and I should go,” I say and quickly correct myself before the feral fox bites me.

”We can only ask a few questions, anyway,” Ciel adds with a shrug.

--

Since we arrived a bit early today, we make dinner for ourselves. Yunia makes a not-eggplant and ham casserole by herself, and after we approve of its taste, she subtly gushes in happiness when we're not looking.

We all eat a lot since today's been rather physically draining, then we break out some alcohol, and Yunia puts the Eia extract bottle on the table.

I smile gently at her and pull out a set of not-scotch glasses, then she pours out a small amount for each of us, even Gify.

I lift up my glass and say, ”To another day full of victory.”

The other girls lift their glasses, with Alissa lifting Gify's and Yunia copying us with a confused look on her face, then we clink them together.

”That's a toast. It's a ritual where we lift our glasses, hit them against one another to make some noise, then drink in the honor of something,” I explain.

”Bread?” Yunia asks and tilts her head.

I chuckle once and say, ”No, the name of the ritual is 'toast' in English, an Earth language, but for some reason, the system translates that to toast.”