Entering down into the basement, Talia shivered uncontrollably, as a wave of potent Darkness aura enveloped her. Then her sensitive elven ears picked up on a distant, but loud shouting: “Ow, ouch, god-damn it! Suck, not bite! I tongue-massaged the inside of your fucking tail-hole, so stop trying to tear my dick off!”
If not for the fact that Aeris herself had directly asked the ‘Innocent’ Huntress to deliver that message, she would have immediately turned around and ran away. However, her sense of duty was more important than the immeasurable fear and disgust that she was feeling, as her body slowly approached those wide-open gates.
In the distance, her lustrous green eyes could vaguely make-out two figures; one was obviously a Human Skeleton, and the other was a six-foot tall Nephilim. Seeing the name ‘Michael,’ she instantly recognized her target, but was still shocked that he had evolved into such a reviled and hated race.
Regardless of her personal feelings, she still continued to enter into the freezing Necropolis. There was almost no light in the entire place, but her ears could clearly hear a high-pitched voice yelling “This is fucking pointless! There’s no way I can fit your cock in my mouth without my teeth touching it! Grah! I don’t care anymore! Why can’t I just use my pussy?!”
The man complained “No! This is your punishment for shitting on me again! Seriously, it’s amazing that you can eat so much, but what the hell did you think would happen?! I bet you enjoyed it, right?! Three things! You can cut me, eat me, tear my balls off, or whatever; just don’t vomit, piss or shit on me! Actually, I can deal with the urine, but just not the other two!”
It was a conversation that would likely cause any ‘normal’ person to cringe. For Talia however, it was similar to bombarding her with hundreds of Arcane Bolts, whittling away at her mental defenses and making her want to run away screaming.
Yet, she managed to resolutely march forward, listening to her target yelling “Ow, ouch, ugh, ah! Damn it, just use your tongue! Gah-ah-ow~! Okay, fine, I’ll be quiet-um-um-an-ugh!” When she finally arrived, she saw the strange scene of an obsidian-skinned elven girl with bluish-silver hair, jerking her head back forth; crimson liquid was spraying out of the corners of her mouth, as she attempted to bite off the tip of the Nephilim’s ‘manhood.’
Meanwhile, a pitch-black, slimy worm-like tentacle, of about the same thickness, was being shoved into Michael’s mouth. She watched that gory scene for less than two seconds, before promptly fainting and falling onto the frozen soil to his left.
Even while gagging and in excruciating pain, he still managed to notice the unconscious woman. Then he received a message: “Arcana’s Blessing of Mental Fortitude has reached level two.”
However, he quickly ignored the High-Elf and continued ‘punishing’ the Dark-Goblin… Although, he was the one who spent the most time suffering.
After an hour, Michael was laying on his back, frozen against the ground by his own blood, while Sarah was snoring on his chest. She had succeeded in creating the second, level-one, rank-G Human Skeleton, but the process had exhausted both of them.
Mana could always regenerate relatively quickly, and Health was practically inexhaustible within the Player-Home, but Stamina wasn’t. The little girl only had fifteen points, while he had one-hundred and twenty, but the amount of energy it required for them to move their bodies was vastly different; thus, even the Nephilim was sleeping soundly, embracing his ‘Companion’ with both of his relatively massive arms.
When his wisp-form attempted to escape from his forehead, he received a notification: “Entering REM sleep, severing consciousness in three… two… one… Goodnight Player-One.”
“Michael, why do you love me?” An old memory was running through his mind; it was his first ‘real’ dream, in that new world.
He smiled at the faceless girl, “Who the fuck are you supposed to be?” Apparently, the data was slightly corrupted.
Large bright-blue eyes appeared, then silver hair, obsidian skin, a small nose and lips, plus relatively long and pointed ears, that curved outwards a bit. Sarah frowned, “You’re such an asshole.”
Michael told her “When did I ever say that I loved you? Wait, wasn’t your voice different a few minutes ago… Actually, since when were you so fat?”
She complained “Whaddya expect, bastard, ya keep feeding me so much cum that I’m about ta burst.” Suddenly, the balloon-like woman exploded, sending thousands of gallons of milky-white fluid everywhere.
Then he noticed a dozen beautiful cat-girls appear out of nowhere and start lapping up the viscous fluid. He looked down at his own body and saw huge pale breasts, bushy silver pubic hair and incredibly feminine, hairless arms.
It all seemed eerily familiar to a certain Feline Lesser Angel that he knew, but in the dream, he felt that it was his normal body. Then he saw a message: “Congratulations! You’re about to give birth to quadruplets!”
His abdomen started swelling rapidly, until he screamed “Ow, shit, fuck, I want some waffles!” as a gigantic green fox erupted from between ‘her’ legs. Then three more emerged immediately after that, before the four of them turned into beams of light and converged into a huge sphere.
A loud barking noise resounded, and a twenty-meter tall, completely naked, fox-girl appeared. It twirled around a few times, as sparkling lights enveloped it, and it transformed into a massive red-scaled lizard-man.
He turned around and began ‘twerking’ to the rapid heart-beat of a gigantic, glowing Human fetus in the sky. Michael heard his mother singing a song about ‘loving all night long’ and a shrill scream resounded in his left ear.
Finally, he stood up and walked into the kitchen from his old house, and started flash-frying fish fillets. He was starving, but every time he finally finished cooking one, a mysterious black-cat would materialize and steal it.
Then he looked up at the ceiling and muttered “Huh, that’s weird… could’ve sworn it used to be white…” However, at that moment, a cockroach fell into his mouth; followed by another, and then thousands of them swarmed all over his body.
“Michael, why do you love me?” He was laying on his old bed, before he had broken it, and there was a chubby girl cuddling with him. She had beautiful green eyes, and brown hair, along with a strangely intoxicating scent.
After a few moments, “I’m not sure… The moment that I saw you for the first time, I knew that we would be together. I didn’t know you, but I could already imagine this moment… Not just having sex with you, but actually falling in love.”
She kissed him on the cheek and whispered in a voice that sounded like his own: “Nothing lasts forever, especially not love… Enjoy your little harem while you can, but you know that it’s only a matter of time before they abandon you. Even those ‘Goddesses’ will be bored after a few years and throw you away. It doesn’t matter how powerful you become, or how much you give them… They’ll find someone better, stronger, more attractive, ‘nicer.’ That’s just how people are; fucking whores and manipulative assholes! They’ll pretend that they care about you… give you a place to belong, a family, and then destroy it all!”
Tears of blood were streaming down her face, as she sobbed loudly and burst into violet flames. Huge angelic wings erupted from her back, while she started floating above him, into the fiery-red sky that had seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Michael was in his Human body again, as he stood up and walked over to his computer, before sitting down and writing. However, everything that he typed was in Japanese, and he couldn’t actually read it.
Then his mother yelled down the stairs “Wake up, the house is on fire!” as the smell of bacon frying wafted through the basement.
He shouted “Go away, I’m masturbating!” before continuing to write a sex-scene between a female centaur, and a minotaur. Dozens of small black-cats and green foxes began jumping all over his body and keyboard, while barking and meowing noisily.
Finally, he heard a furious scream “Wake up and fuck me, ya bastard!” which forced the unconscious Nephilim to lazily open his eyes. There was a loudly snoring little Goblin-girl in his arms and a quietly breathing High-Elf ten or so meters to his right.
Michael stared at the ‘clock’ feature, which showed that he had only slept for less than four hours and complained “Ugh, my Stamina hasn’t even recovered by a quarter yet… I’m going back to sleep.”