Fanfic: Barberian

Chapter 117: Ego Axe Bernie (1)

After my encounter with the strange girl named Celsia, the festivities at the banquet gradually cooled down.

I had been walking around the banquet hall, picking up food and enjoying the atmosphere.

"Hmmm. Hmmm. Excuse me."

Then, there were people who spoke to me.

Delmitri Claudia, an executive at the top of the ladder.

Ellieo Rohardt, the Marquis of Rohardt's second daughter.

These were the people who had come up to me in hysterics at the sight of my deep kiss.

"Claudia, the one who distributes equipment to the Royal Knights?"

"Marquis Rohardt...a high-level explorer, a swordsman, who's been to the 28th floor of the Labyrinth!"

"I heard that she was recently struck by a curse and is currently recuperating..."

Furthermore, from the way the people around her were muttering, it seemed that the family behind her was quite famous.

'Such connections are good.'

Although the graduation ceremony was for Ellie, the purpose of attending the dinner party was to make connections.

It's not often I get the chance to make high-level connections, so there was nothing to lose by making the right connections.

In fact, I was okay with anyone, as long as they didn't see me hooking up with Diana and tried to take advantage of me.

It was a perfect situation for 'my connections'.

I opened the breast pocket of my blazer, took the business card they handed me, and slipped it into my inside pocket.

"Hmph?!"

"Uhhhhh!"

I could hear them holding their breath, and I looked up, causing them to jerk their gaze away from me.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Hmm! It's nothing."

Delmitri and Ellieo said that and nodded their heads in unison.

I didn't have a business card to give them.

"My name is Balkan. I don't really have a business card, so would you mind if I shake your hand?"

"...!!! Well, that's better for us... Hmmm."

"...Hmmmm!"

I shook hands with the two women with a moderate amount of shouting.

-Squeak.

"...hmph."

"Moo, what kind of man has such big hands?"

I didn't squeeze too hard, just enough to give them a firm handshake, but their reactions were more intense than I expected.

After I finished my statement, we talked for a while.

I didn't have to think hard to find something to talk about.

They've already found something to talk about.

"Merchant Claudia is a first-class merchant that distributes various items in the Labyrinth City. They also make direct contracts with explorers and take on commissions…Are you interested?"

"Haha, yes. I'm an explorer, albeit a poor one."

"Wow, you're an explorer? I can't believe it. Your body is so... Oh, excuse me..."

"Hmph, my Marquis Rohardt is one of the biggest supporters of the Explorers' Union after the royal family and the Earth Mother Order."

"Wow. You're really great."

"Hmph. Well, it's not that big...hmmmm!"

I simply responded to their conversation but it seemed to be enough to get a good reaction.

Besides,

'Is this a party for the upper class?'

High-level information that was difficult to obtain in the explorers' tavern was pouring out here.

I chatted with them as best I could, soaking up their knowledge.

I've been in the Labyrinth City for half a year now, but there's still a lot I don't know.

"Huh… Is that the beautiful scenery I've only heard of?"

"The kingdom... the Labyrinth City is tilting... someone has poisoned Valerus!"

"...Has everyone lost their mind? A guy wearing a helmet is a beauty that could ruin a country? Get a grip!"

"You. Weren't you on the fourth floor earlier?"

"Yeah, but what does that matter?"

"If you didn't see 'the scene,' just stay put. Claudia and Rohardt didn't do this for nothing. If you're curious, go to the restroom on the fourth floor. You can smell the lustful stench just by walking by."

"Boo, I'm embarrassed to admit, I'm a little out of it myself... that kiss was so... hehe... oh, again..."

My and Ellie's kiss was becoming something referred to as "the scene," but it wasn't a big deal.

'It's not like it's some kind of non-consensual crime.'

I just had to be proud of myself, no matter what anyone else said.

"Ahem. Yes, it was fun. Let's meet again sometime. I often go to the Explorers' Union. If there's anything you can do for me, I'll submit a request."

"Me too. If you visit Claudia's shop, I'll buy your stuff at a good price. Please, please come visit."

After I made a small connection with Ellieo Rohardt and Delmitri Claudia, another figure came to the door.

"Professor Mankostil?"

"Thank goodness you're still here."

Professor Mankostil tapped the ground with her cane as she approached, and smirked at me.

I told her we'd talk after the party about the outlaws.

"I'm almost finished with the job. The other TAs had a hard time with it, but it's basically done."

"Haha. That's good to hear."

I was glad since I'd been so nervous about those crazy people.

I felt a rush of relief.

"By the way, didn't you say that some pesky guys were involved with Vesta?"

Professor Mankostil laughed bitterly at my question.

"Kk, kk. No. I can't have you worrying about those guys. But."

Professor Mankostil held out a piece of paper to me. It was wrapped in an envelope.

"It's not urgent, but you can read it later when you have time. Well, later... when you're a top intermediate explorer, anyway."

Or to put it another way, it's information I won't know until I become a top intermediate explorer.

What could it be? Information about the Labyrinth? A Hidden Piece? An organization or person to watch out for?

Whatever it is, it's probably too much for my current level.

"Thank you!"

"It's just a reward for the work you've done. Oh, and I've sent you an additional small reward of my own. There should be a package on its way to the Explorers' Union soon. It's in your name, so make sure you get it in time."

"Thank you!!!"

"If you're so grateful, perhaps you'd like to meet my granddaughter."

Another meeting was arranged, but I just laughed it off.

"It's a shame. It's a shame... What a waste of talent..."

It was only after I saw off Professor Mankostil with my tongue in my cheek that I got some breathing room.

The crowd around us began to die down and the ballroom began to clear.

The graduation ceremony was over.

I turn my head to see if Ellie and Diana's conversation is over.

Diana and Ellie were staring at me from the stairs leading upstairs.

Or, more precisely at Ellieo, Delmitri, and Professor Mankostil, who were talking to me just a moment ago.

"...Foster mom. I want to be a high ranking person when I grow up, so that oppa can depend on me."

"...Hoohoo... Don't worry too much. I'll work hard to help you."

I walked over to Diana, who was stroking Ellie's head, looking pleased with her daughter's growth.

"Did you finish the talk well?"

I said it without thinking, and both Ellie and Diana blushed at the same time.

"It went well, didn't it, foster mom?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course."

They looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and then looked at me warily.

Ellie's gaze went to my lower half while Diana's to my lips.

Their gazes were centered on my pelvis, divided up and down as if, together, they were about to split me in two.

'What the hell were you talking about?'

The bond between mother and daughter seemed to have grown stronger, but somehow it also seemed to have gotten sticky in other ways.

Just as I was about to ask what they'd been talking about, Diana smiled awkwardly and spoke up.

"Well, let's get you home."

The long, long day at the Academy had come to an end.

***

Ellie became an adult and successfully completed her graduation ceremony.

Naturally, she moved out of the academy dorms.

What does this mean?

-Bam.

"Oh, oppa. Can I come in...?"

It meant that she and I would be living under the same roof.

"Uhhhh, you can come in."

I briefly answered Ellie's knock, rubbed my eyes, and pushed myself out of bed.

I felt strangely tired, and I still couldn't sleep.

-Bam!

The door opened and Ellie walked into my room.

She pushed the door open with her hips, holding a bucket of water for face with both hands.

Normally, Diana would have it for me before I even woke up, but it seemed like the freshly graduated Ellie was helping her out for a while.

"Hey, oppa. How much water is this..."

"Yes. It's enough. Leave it there."

"..."

There was a long silence, so I looked at Ellie.

Blushing bright red, she stood there, holding the bucket.

I followed her gaze down to my body, which was now shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxers.

Her eyes skimmed over my pecs and abs, then landed on my cock, which was hard against the side of my thigh.

The one she had instinctively reached for after our deep kiss.

"Hmph!"

Dropping the bucket with a cute scream, Ellie quickly covered her eyes and ran outside.

"I'm sorry...!"

-Bang!!!

I stared blankly at the closed door with a scream.

Clearly, this was an unexpected mistake.

This hadn't happened when Diana brought me the bucket.

At least the bucket didn't spill.

I warmed up with my usual meditation and stretching routine, then washed my face, thinking to myself.

'Come to think of it, I've always slept in my boxers.'

Until today, it had been so natural that I hadn't even thought about it.

'Until now, has Diana just opened my door and come in?'

The thought stretched out.

'What about the laundry she's been doing?'

I pictured her carefully washing my panties, one by one, and laying them out.

"..."

My cock felt healthy.

I gave my face one more unnecessary wash, dressed, and slipped out of the room.

Now I have to get busy again.

'I guess I should go back in soon.'

It was time to get ready to explore the labyrinth.

Chapter 118: Ego Axe Bernie (2)

After a hearty breakfast as a mother-daughter trio, Ellie and I headed straight to the Explorers' Union.

I was going there to claim the reward Professor Mankostil had sent me.

"But Ellie. Why are you following me?"

"Hmph. I'm bored, I don't have to go to the Academy for classes anymore, and I have the next two months off."

Last night, in the carriage ride back to the inn, Ellie had decided on her own path and told me and Diana.

She was going to be a royal mage.

Considering that most mages make it their lifelong goal to become a noble vassal, let alone a royal mage, Ellie was literally off the starting line.

After agreeing to be scouted by the royal family, Ellie was given a two-month break.

In other words, she's just a bored idler for now.

"If you don't want to, I'll just stay at the inn."

"I don't mean no, I'm just curious. Do you want to come with me?"

"...Hihihi. Yes!"

She was in a state of panic mode when she saw my dick in the morning and ran out in surprise but when I asked her if she wanted to come with me, she was back to positive mode.

She gingerly grabbed my arm and trotted after me.

As soon as we entered the Explorers' Union, I saw a lot of people struggling with the morning.

"Are all of them explorers?"

"Mostly? Not all, but there are a lot of clients. Well, most of them are low-level or mid-level."

From what I'd heard at Diana's tavern, most high-level Explorers who were serious about tackling the Labyrinth stayed in Eden, a safe zone on the 15th floor.

'I heard there's an Explorers' Union branch there.'

That's why it's rare to see high-level Explorers in the Explorers' Union branches on the ground.

Well, that's one thing.

"Junior Explorer Balkan. We've got you, please take your package to the right."

I went to the window, verified my identity, and took the package.

I don't know what was inside, but it was lighter than I expected.

"It's from the professor, so it must be something magical, right?"

"I don't know. She said she'd send me something to help me explore the Labyrinth."

I wondered. What could it be?

We sat down at a suitable table and carefully opened the package.

What we found was.

"It's a backpack."

"...Backpack."

It was a very ordinary-looking bag.

A very lightweight backpack, not too big, not too small.

"This is it?"

A wave of resentment washed over me.

This is what she gives me as a reward? She didn't even give me an Outlaw Slayer's Certificate to hide the fact that outlaws had infiltrated the Academy?

I opened the backpack and stuck my arm in, wondering if this was it.

-Swoosh.

My arm went right in. I stuck my arm through the backpack, but my hand didn't even touch the bottom of the backpack.

"What the hell, Balkan, is that a subspace backpack?!!"

That's when I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around to see Jubeel and Joy Hog approaching the table we were sitting at.

Seeing them, Ellie whispered quietly to me.

"...Who are they?"

"My party. That cow over there is Jubeel, and the dwarf is Joy Hog."

"Oppa coworkers...? Oh, hi, I'm Ellie, and I'm, uh, a wizard, uh, um. I'm especially good with fire elemental magic!"

Ellie jumped to her feet and smiled broadly at them both.

"Uhhh. An earwig? Well, you must be a nice earwig, seeing as you're next to Balkan. I'm Joy Hog."

"I'm Jubeel. My specialty is shooting breast milk far away. My hobby is developing mammary glands. When I wake up in the morning, I always drink my breast milk to wake up. If I drink the fresh breast milk that I pumped first thing every morning, I can tell what my condition will be like that day."

"...ah. Yes..."

Ellie nodded dazedly, her face a mask of confusion.

I knew that sensation all too well, because it made me feel frazzled just being around her.

"What's going on with you two all of a sudden?"

"I've been resting for a month, so I'm feeling a bit bored. I came here to see if there was any commission I could take on. Anyway, is that a subspace backpack?!"

Joy Hog and Jubeel gawked at the backpack Professor Mankostil had sent me.

"What's so great about this?"

"It's a scarce artifact! I've been scouring the black market in the shopping districts and Outlaw District for months, and the listings have dried up!"

"Compared to the personal subspace used by the real pros, it has a lot of limitations, but still, it's something, right? Whenever one comes out, it gets auctioned off at the highest bid right away. The most recent one sold for 30 gold coins, I think? It had a capacity of 20 kg."

The artifact backpack was worth 30 gold coins.

That was the true value of this backpack.

'My whole life's savings is worth 5 gold coins...'

As expected of the professor. The gift it's a bit overwhelming, but so what?

According to her, it's a fair reward for my hard work.

I apologized for calling her old and looked at my subspace backpack.

"If you aim for the middle floor or higher, there are a lot of things you have to bring with you. Hehe. I'm jealous."

"I'm tired of packing before I even start fighting monsters."

The two joined the table and talked casually.

"Soon we'll have to decide where to go next."

"I honestly think the twelfth floor is a possibility."

I frowned slightly at Joy Hog's words.

The Labyrinth had a total of 34 floors.

If the first through eleventh floors were the upper levels, used by low-level explorers.

The twelfth floor is where the lowest of the mid-level explorers operate, in other words, the gateway to the middle tier.

This isn't to say that low-level Explorers shouldn't go there, but rather that on average, you should be an intermediate level Explorer to be able to act on the 12th floor.

"Isn't this a bit too fast, we went to the 8th floor last time?"

"That's because we went to the eighth floor. The only thing that changes from level 8 to level 11 are the monsters and terrain, but the overall exploration difficulty is the same."

"Gellan's party, who were close to being mid-level explorers, reached the 12th floor."

Gellan, the man who had accompanied us to the eighth floor last time, was turned into an idiot by outlaws and trolling.

Hearing that he had made it to the 12th floor, I suddenly felt an unexplainable surge of confidence.

'If he could do it, why can't I?'

But such impulsive overconfidence has always been a danger in the Labyrinth.

I have to be objective about my own and my party's power, and I can't afford to be unnecessarily arrogant.

"So far, our party has gained blessings, changed equipment, fought that abomination to the death, and gained enlightenment. With this level of spec increase, we are ready to challenge the realm of mid-level explorers."

"Hmph."

But Joy Hog had a point.

Due to the various events in the Labyrinth, our party had grown even more.

Aside from me, they were originally a party that belonged to the top tier of low-level explorers.

"Moreover. You've officially joined the party. Don't you realize that your level has already surpassed that of a normal low-level explorer?"

"..."

"In my three years as an explorer, I've never seen such a monstrous growth rate as yours."

"That's right. It seems like it was just yesterday that I saved you on the 5th floor."

Joy Hog and Jubeel's words reminded me of the battle with the outlaw Kalino.

It was a life-or-death encounter with an outlaw who was the equivalent of a mid-level explorer and I wasn't even wearing my main gear at the time.

Although I couldn't simply compare hand-to-hand combat to fighting monsters, I had done quite well even in that state.

"Hmm."

While I was pondering, Ellie, who was sitting next to me, quietly snorted as if she wanted us to recognize her.

Jubeel caught it.

"What is it, Ellie? Are you interested in the Labyrinth too?"

"Hmph. Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, wouldn't I?"

"...Wait a minute. So, you're that kid from the academy, the one who melted the minotaur?"

Damn. I had underestimated Jubeel's intelligence.

I thought she would have forgotten, but she clearly remembered Ellie's performance.

"Ah, her!"

Jubeel's words seemed to jog Joy Hog's memory as well.

Their eyes changed as they looked at Ellie.

That's the look of someone who wants to recruit a rolling gem.

"Stop moving."

"What?!"

I grabbed Ellie's shoulders as she slowly tried to pull her hips away, pulling her closer to my body.

"Uhhhh!"

Ellie came hard into my arms. Her face was buried in my pectoralis major.

"You want to take a barely grown kid to the 12th floor? Are you all out of your mind?"

Ellie may be free for the next two months, but she's about to become a royal mage.

Why drag her into the world of explorers, with all its dangers, when she could easily succeed in the open?

Of course, a companion would be a great help, but I was more worried than that.

"Hmmm. Well. I'm not saying we're going to recruit her right away."

"It's a possibility. Judging by her magic power, she'll be able to take on even mid-tier beasts."

"Hmph!"

Ellie snorted at their words but my pectoralis major muscle tickled.

Ellie's shoulders shook. Her flapping elf ears slapped the back of her hand.

"Ah. I'm sorry, Ellie."

I must have hugged her too hard in my haste.

I released my grip on her shoulders, and she slowly slid away from me, her face flushed red.

"Haa."

Red liquid trickled from Ellie's nose as she breathed out in a daze.

A nosebleed.

In hindsight, I realized that the T-shirt Diana had bought her was also slightly stained with blood.

"Are you okay? Here's a tissue."

"...Ah, no. Thanks for the tissues, oppa."

I grabbed some tissues from the tissue box on the table and held them up to Ellie's nose.

"Oh, I'll do it... Oooh..."

"It's okay, hold still."

I carefully wiped Ellie's nosebleed and looked at Joy Hog and Jubeel.

"Anyway, I'll do better, so don't even think about touching Ellie. I'll think positively about the 12th floor."

"Uhhh. Okay."

I said we'd meet again later and left.

I was thinking of taking Ellie back to the inn because she didn't seem to be feeling well.

"...It's like watching a father doting on his daughter."

"Heh. Papa pang... Baby seed milk... Papa I want to give birth to a child... Papa impregnate your daughter with your cum... Kwah-uh. Ogo-go-go-gogogog..."

"Jubeel. Please... please get a grip... I'm so ashamed of myself for going with you..."

I pretended not to hear the conversation behind me.

A few days later, I headed to Zirnier's workshop.

Last night. The manager of Zirnier's workshop had come to the inn.

—Is it you, Lord Balkan? Lord Zirnier Besil is looking for you.

As a blacksmith, she had only one reason to seek me out.

The armor forged from the Soulstone of [Gluttony] is finally complete.

Chapter 119: Ego Axe Bernie (3)

Zirnier's Armory was always packed with people lining up to have their gear made by Zirnier, but for the past month, it had been deserted.

The reason for this was kindly written on the sign at the main entrance.

[One month off.]

The words were written one by one by a trio of Zirnier's mechanical arms, so the handwriting was crooked and unlikely to have been written by a single person.

However, the closure was not enough to deter me from visiting the store.

-Kaang, Kaang!

If you put your ear to the ground, you could hear the muffled sound of iron pounding coming from Zirnier's underground workshop.

This sound could only mean one thing.

Zirnier, the best blacksmith in the Labyrinth City, hasn't closed her forge for rest or leisure.

She's been working everyday for a month on just one weapon.

***

"They say business is good these days."

"That weapon shop is closed and it has a trickle-down effect on those of us who are nearby."

The shopkeepers in the neighborhood of Zirnier's Armory smiled broadly and chatted.

"But what on earth is that blacksmith making that has her locked up in the workshop for a month?"

"They said she made that black sword in a week, but a month?"

"Whose equipment is she making?"

"Judging from her personality, she wouldn't be so diligent no matter who entrusted her with it. Whose equipment is she working so hard on?"

I walked over to Zirnier's armory while listening to their conversation.

'She's gotten one of the best materials she ever saw in her life, so it's no wonder she's so dedicated.'

The Gluttony Soulstone was an ingredient that even Zirnier was drooling over, so she must have taken extra care in crafting it.

The thought of having a new partner made my body tingle.

"You're overdoing it."

In front of Zirnier's shop, a figure clad in white armor stood with such expectations.

The armor was similar to the armored knight's, but different and the voice sounded familiar.

It was the woman from Diana's inn, the grandmother from the royal knights.

"Hmm. And you?"

I was about to ignore her and enter when she turned to me.

"Good afternoon."

"Yes. You must be Balkan, Ellie's boyfriend?"

Come to think of it, she had asked me if I was Ellie's boyfriend the other day. It was a little patience test.

I shrugged it off then, but now I couldn't bring myself to deny it.

"Well, that's not important right now. You came to this weapon shop?"

"Ah, yes."

"Hehe. In that case, you should probably turn around. She's very busy. Even I, a long time visitor, was turned away."

It seems that she also went to see Zirnier and got ripped off.

For a moment, I was surprised that Zirnier would turn away the head of the royal knights, not another nobleman or explorer, and then I questioned her.

'Polite speech?'

The captain of the Royal Knights, who even Diana considered a troublemaker, would show respect to Zirnier?

'Was Zirnier that great?'

The questioning was short-lived.

"Oh, you're Balkan?!"

The staff inside the store had spotted me and rushed over.

Before, whenever I came, the staff would come and talk to me, but this time, the manager greeted me right away.

"You can go straight down to the workshop."

"Yes."

I replied to the manager, and then glanced over at the old lady who was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"...What the..."

"Ah. Are you a customer? I'm sorry, but our shop is currently closed."

"No, I know. I know..."

I descend the underground stairs, leaving behind the confused voice behind.

-Kiririk. Kirik!

Mechanical arm number one greeted me.

I followed Arm 1 into the underground workshop, where the heat was blazing.

-Kaang!

With each hammer blow from the massive furnace I could see in the distance, an intense blast of hot air rushed through my helmet.

The sound of the hammers was not just a sound.

-Ka-bang!

Each pound of iron was accompanied by a tremendous vibration, as if the ground was about to turn over.

I cautiously moved forward, fearing I might fall, and soon reached the source of the sound.

-Kaang!

I closed my eyes and opened them to see the culprit of the stormy frenzy.

The mysterious girl I meet at the inn, a blonde similar in color to Celsia.

Her healthy skin was tanned and glistening with sweat from the blazing heat.

The bandages holding her ample breasts in place wobbled precariously with each blow of her hammer.

Her wide suspender pants were already damp.

I watched in silence with No. 1 as Zernier swung the hammer with sparks flying.

I couldn't see her expression because her face was covered by a mask, but I could tell from a glance that she was intensely focused.

'If I interrupt now, there will be no turning back.'

What would be the point of disturbing a craftsman's concentration?

I'd be lowering the quality of the work that would come to me.

I waited calmly for an hour.

I endure the vibrations and heat that run through the earth and watch as my partner is forged for the journey ahead.

Is it because Zirnier referred to the weapon as her child?

A strange thought kept coming to me.

'Something tells me I'm watching a birth.'

-Kaaaaang!

With a resounding crash like nothing I've ever heard before, Zirnier flung the hammer she'd been wielding.

It was a reddish weapon.

It was shaped like a giant axe, and gradually, it began to take on an artifact-like glow.

It was not the pale blue glow of a weapon made of relic alloy.

I had never seen a real artifact before, but I was sure of it nonetheless.

The axe was glowing a brilliant blue, just like the real artifact I've rescued from the Labyrinth.

"Ah, ahhhh."

With trembling hands, Zirnier gingerly lifted the axe.

"Done..."

Zirnier's body trembled as she reached the unknown part of the labyrinth with the hands of a mere human.

"Finally...!"

Her voice trembled with joy, then turned to sobs.

Zernier cradled the axe in her arms and collapsed into tears of joy.

The trio of mechanical arms rushed over and patted her on the back.

I watched as a single tear fell onto Zirnier's suspenders, then carefully stepped away.

"Ah, Balkan...!"

Zirnier seemed to have finally noticed my pretense.

She turned her head quickly and lunged at me.

-Kaaaaaah!

Before I had time to react, she was in my arms.

It was no ordinary hug.

She crossed her fit lower body, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, and hugged my back with both arms.

Her pectoralis major and udder rubbed against me, and her hipbones pounded against my groin.

The smell of her body odor and sour sweat wafted in through the heat and made my head spin.

After holding me in a tight embrace for a while, Zirnier looked up at me.

Even though we were both wearing masks and helmets, it felt like our eyes met.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's all thanks to you!"

"Woohoo!"

"Thanks to the artifact you gave me, I've reached the Labyrinth Realm...!"

Obviously, I didn't know about the artifacts, but I hadn't heard or seen one that was made by human hands.

"...You're amazing, Ms. Zirnier. All I did was give you the materials."

"That's because the materials are absolutely not ordinary, right...?"

Zirnier's lower half twitched as she spoke excitedly.

Hmph.

Her head tilted lower and lower in embarrassment.

"Uh, ah, mmm."

I wonder if she noticed.

No, of course she'd notice, since we were stuck like this.

"..."

Realizing that she had been rubbing her clitoris against a man's cock, Zirnier slid out of my arms.

The cock pressed against her hipbone bounced off and hit her in the stomach as she carefully descended.

"Ugh!"

This time, the penis was gently wrapped around her plump breasts.

I squeezed my eyes shut and endured, and Zirnier's ears flushed slightly.

"That, um. Sorry."

"...It's okay."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Zirnier, whose face was flushed from embarrassment or the heat and humidity of the workshop, asked cautiously.

"Well, there's a dildo and a test onahole that Idelbert made a long time ago when he asked me to break the curse. If you're really in a hurry, do you want to use those...?"

"..."

"But it's made to the average male size, so it's about 6 centimeters long... Ah. I guess it won't fit all the way in, huh?"

"...It's okay."

"Well, you can use our No. 1, because it don't squeeze very hard..."

"It's really fine."

"Oh, yeah..."

A flurry of words poured from Zirnier's bewildered mouth.

Moreover, she was a first-rate blacksmith.

Just the feel of her pussy lips pressed against my mound and the touch of her breasts seemed to be a perfect gauge of my cock's length and girth.

I turned my attention to the axe in Zirnier's hand, leaving behind my Master's attempt to get rid of her virginity and No. 1, who was sneaking up on me.

"Hmph. By the way, is this the one?"

"Ah, yes. That's right, the battle axe I finished this time."

Zirnier held out both hands to show me the axe.

My first impression was that it was enormous, about a meter and eighty centimeters, the size of a full-grown man.

The blade, which took up a third of its length, was thick and large, sharp enough to slice through a sheet of paper.

Even the handle was made entirely of relic alloy, which made it seem quite heavy.

Add to that the clunky design and you've got a lot of Zirnier's taste.

It's not all roughness, though.

Starting with the finishing details, the partial gold inlay on the all-black axe was a work of art.

'If I had to pay for this with my own money, I wonder how much it would have cost.'

I don't know, but it would have cost me hundreds of gold coins.

I would have been paying off loans for the rest of my life.

"...Wow, that's a lot of money..."

"Hmm. I'm a sucker for materials but he's the best kid I've ever had."

As I admired the axe's perfection, Zirnier, who had regained her composure, put her hands on her hips and snorted.

"Listen. I made this for you."

Zirnier's words sent a shiver down my spine.

From now on, with this axe, I will begin challenging the labyrinth again.

Half excited, half nervous, I take the axe in my hand.

-Woosh-woosh-woosh.

The axe rattled as if in resonance with me and the world turned upside down.

The world was as white as an uncolored canvas.

The Zirnier that was in front of me, the axe I was holding in my hand, and even the clothes I was wearing all disappeared somewhere.

I was literally naked but before I could question what had happened, I heard an unfamiliar noise.

"There, you..."

At the same time, a voice that sounded somewhat stifled.

It didn't sound far away. It was right behind me.

I quickly turned around to see a woman in chains, dressed as a bunny girl, glaring at me.

"...This. Take them off."

I don't know for sure, but I had a strong feeling that I absolutely must not break those chains.

Chapter 120: Ego Axe Bernie (4)

I stared at the woman who had suddenly appeared.

She had black hair that reached down to her feet with bangs covering her eyes, smooth flesh-colored skin and a body that looked like the embodiment of the word 'fleshy'.

The bunny-girl leotard clearly showed off her body's lines, with a cute stomach peeking out from underneath.

Her breasts, which defied gravity and flowed down both sides, were as beautiful as Diana's, but they were also formidable in size.

The pure white stockings wrapped around her chubby thighs screamed to be ripped off, and her low-heeled shoes added a touch of color.

Although she was crouching, her head came up to my waist. She must have been about 180 cm tall.

She was chained all over her body, including her arms and neck, and because she was crouched with her thighs wide apart, I could see her thick pussy lips and firm ass.

She was a slutty, slutty, perverted bunny girl.

This is the first time I've seen a female with her whole body filled with sex since Diana and Idelbert.

"...What are you doing, just standing there and watching?"

As I stare at her obscene body in wordless admiration, the woman growls and glares at me.

"Why do you think I invited you to my mental world? Hurry up and follow my orders!"

This white drawing board-like space was apparently the woman's mental world.

-Thud!

The woman shouted and tried to move her body, but the chains immediately controlled her actions.

"That damn blacksmith...does she dare to put these shackles on this body...?!"

-clang, clang!

As the impatient woman tried to move harder, the chains rattled in time with her movements.

Along with it, her voluptuous breasts and squat ass swayed from side to side.

-Clink-clink.

The chains didn't budge, controlling the woman's behavior and eventually, the woman's strength would run out.

"Ugh!"

The woman, unable to control her anger, collapsed in a state of confusion, unable to lie down or sit down.

Her mouth and behavior were harsher than I thought.

"...You. How long are you going to watch this?"

"A moment. I'm trying to assess the situation, so be quiet."

I closed my eyes and fell into thought as I watched the woman's casual movements.

All else aside, three questions immediately came to mind.

Who is that woman? Why is she dressed as a bunny girl? What are the chains holding her down?

I had time to think about it.

I don't know why, but the woman was tightly bound in chains, and although I had no weapons, my hands and feet were free.

I calmly asked the woman my questions.

"First. Who the hell are you?"

"...There's no reason for me to tell you that. You just have to do what I say."

The more I looked at her, the more she acted differently than she looked. She was a very arrogant woman. Does she have a high ego?

Still, I had a vague idea of her identity.

The change that occurred as soon as I held the extra-large axe made by Zirnier, the axe was made of the [Gluttony] Soul Stone.

'This phenomenon is most likely caused by that soulstone.'

Previously, the Gluttony Soulstone had reacted as if it were alive.

Zirnier said that the reason why the Soul Stone of Gluttony contains the 'identity' that the beings of the high-level labyrinth leave behind when they die is extremely rare.

In other words, the woman before me is the remains of the Gluttony being I slayed on the fifth floor.

It made sense that an axe made with the Gluttony Soulstone as its main material would contain the remnants of gluttony.

'As if it were an ego sword.'

In this case, an ego axe.

"So, what's with the kinky outfit?"

"Huh, bullshit!"

Gluttony responded slightly to the second question.

"It's a special battle outfit for the proud, it's been with me all my life, it's not a pervert's outfit at all!"

Certainly, it was something to wear in battle. Who wouldn't be drawn to it?

I don't know about defense, but it was the best way to catch the opponent off guard.

However, she seemed to recognize that she was dressed quite modestly, as her face flushed slightly in response to her bold statement.

"Finally, what's with the chains?"

"..."

It wasn't until the third question that the woman's eyes changed.

She looked like she had a lot to say.

"Your spit."

"What?"

"These are bonds made from your own spit!"

Sure enough, when Zirnier offered to make a weapon for me, she took a beaker full of my saliva.

[Blessing of Radiance]

– The light of the beginning of time is upon you.

– It has an absolute effect on the darkness.

She said that the [Blessing of Radiance] imbued my bodily fluids with some holy power, and that it would allow me to control the weapon.

'She turned your saliva into chains? How did she do it?

-Bam!

The wide-eyed woman leaned forward and glared at me as the bunny headband on her head bounced and swayed.

"I've been in your spit for a week. Every day was a day of despair, every cavity in my body filled with your saliva. I will never forgive you or that blacksmith bitch."

Her eyes, peeking out from behind her bangs, were eerie.

Her breasts jiggled with every word she spoke and every breath she took.

"I will escape from this place one day and chew every last one of your precious connections to pieces before your eyes. I will destroy and roast your entire family in front of your eyes, tear off your entire family, and devour your entire body, making you regret ever touching this body for the rest of your life!"

Apparently, the grudge was pretty deep.

From Gluttony's perspective, it was because of the battle on the 5th floor that she ended up in this state.

"That's a bit harsh."

But that's none of my business.

In the first place, it was the gluttony that sank its teeth in.

"If you attack first, shouldn't you think that you will be subject to the same fate?"

I hadn't yet forgotten the time when gluttony led the party to annihilation.

"...!"

-clang!

I took a step closer with the same glare, and her expression changed slightly.

her fierce and confident expression was replaced by a flash of fear.

After a moment's hesitation, Gluttony opened her mouth again, cautiously.

"...Here's the deal. If you can unlock these chains with your own hands, I'll give you a 'contract' that what I just told you won't happen."

"A contract?"

"Yes. To a demon, a contract is a lifetime promise. It cannot be broken or refused. This body is personally making a contract with you."

So she's talking about something that hasn't even happened yet?

"I don't like it."

"...?"

The woman's eyes widened and she seemed genuinely surprised.

"This body is giving you the opportunity to make a 'contract' with me. You're going to refuse?"

"Uh."

"...Think about it again carefully. Opportunities like this don't come around often. Are you so insignificant that you don't understand? It was I, and not any other scum, who gave you this opportunity."

Despite her bravado, there was no reason for me to make such an unwelcome promise in the first place.

On the other hand, there were plenty of reasons to decline.

"You. You've been a dick to me before."

"...?"

"I stabbed you a few times with an axe and you spit out the soul stone and barely managed to survive, so why are you acting like you're above me?"

-Hmph.

The woman's mouth made a grinding sound, followed by a tremendous shout.

"How dare you, the bastard I was lucky enough to defeat when I was at my weakest, having just awakened from my long seal!!! How dare you spout such nonsense!!! There is such a thing as overstepping one's bounds!!! With my strength at its peak, I could blow up a mere mortal like you with the flick of a finger!"

-Kung! Kung!!!

Gluttony twisted her body with a ferocious momentum as if my words hurt her pride.

Loud yelps and harsh expletives flew but all I could see was her wiggling her ass and bouncing.

-Boom!

After a long period of struggling, Gluttony eventually collapsed, unable to break free from the chains but her eyes grew even fiercer.

"I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you. Your life, your family, your mother, your father, your daughter, your son, your sister, your brother, your lover, I'll cook them all alive and eat them. Be prepared… hic."

She shuddered as I took a step closer to her, who continued to speak out of line.

"...Don't come!!!"

-Clunk, clunk, clunk!

She twisted her body to somehow get back, but the chains wouldn't let her.

I stood before her with the [Blessing of Radiance] in my hand, emitting a blinding light.

"Don't shine that disgusting light on me! Put it away, all of you!"

I don't know the exact reason yet, but all the monsters enveloped in 'Magi,' including those of Gluttony, were extremely vulnerable to this Blessing of Radiance.

'Even when she was a spirit stone, a little bit of blessing would make her squirm, but what would happen if I put the blessing into her materialized body?'

I don't know, but I wonder if it would be enough to shut her foul mouth?

In order to master a weapon, it is essential to first communicate with it and this is not just a weapon, it's an ego weapon, so that process is even more important.

I have to give it a name.

"You're wearing a bunny girl outfit. From now on, your name will be Bernie."

"...What? Ugh! You dare to name me?! You presumptuous brat! This body already has a great and lofty true name—"

Za-zak!

I slapped her right cheek with the blessing of radiance around my erect cock, and she let out a stupid groan.

"Your name is Bernie."

"...h, eh...?"

"Yep. From now on, all answers are yes."

"What, what bullshit-"

-Bam!

"...??"

Bernie, whose left cheek had been slapped by my cock, looked up at me, dazed.

"Yeah. Now we're at eye level."

"...???"

I slowly stroked Bernie's head, too flustered to answer.

I can't change weapons now.

How can I switch weapons when I was lucky enough to get a final stage item?

However, that one and only final stage item shouldn't have acted so carelessly.

"A weapon is a weapon, so it should obey its master, right?"

Every time I patted her head forcefully, the rabbit headband shook as if it was nodding.

It was time to make it clear who was the boss.

Chapter 121: Ego Axe Bernie (5)

Bernie's eyes turned to the object that had hit her in the cheek.

Her gaze moved slowly from the top of my navel, stopping only when it reached the base of my hipbone.

Her gaze traveled a little farther down, to the object hanging below the hood, a pregnancy juice reservoir.

Bernie's eyes lit up at the sight of my balls, which were still feverishly producing baby-making juice at this very moment.

-Gulp.

A small throaty sound.

Purr-

A cute sound rumbled from Bernie's belly.

What followed, however, was anything but cute.

"Fuck!

I hastily removed my hand from Bernie's head and stepped back.

-Bam!

Bernie had just recovered from the shock of the cock slap, and she stuck her head in to nip at my cock.

A chill ran down my spine.

My cock stood even stiffer, my survival instincts kicking in strongly at the suddenness of the situation.

Tsk-tsk.

A few drops of thick, jelly-like fluid fell onto Bernie's nipple.

-Chit.

Bernie clicked her tongue in disappointment at not tasting blood.

"Tsk. If you'd been any closer, I'd have eaten you."

"...What a spoiled weapon."

"You're the one who's spoiled, how dare you slap me in the face like I'm a ... child or a pet!"

Bernie was still snarling and angry.

Her arrogant, proud, and unforgiving demeanor remained unchanged.

'I hope you don't continue to act like this.'

Getting my cock bitten off was bad enough, but there was something else that bothered me.

What if the ego axe with a grudge against me stopped in mid-battle?

It's unlikely, but if it were to happen, it could be very dangerous.

A weapon is a weapon.

It should do what its owner wants it to do, and when it wants it to do it.

But Bernie was a bit too rough on the subject of weapons, and she had a strong opinion.

'I've got to get her under control, so she won't crawl all over the place.'

Fortunately, I could think of many means.

I looked at Bernie's cheek.

There was a red mark where she'd been hit by my cock.

That must be the marks left by the [Blessing of Radiance] being slapped around my cock.

When I think back to when I was dealing with Gluttony, neither magic like fireball nor physical force like fists worked easily.

It was only the [Blessing of Radiance] that landed a hit.

As I wrapped the Blessing of Radiance around my hand once more, Bernie flinched and avoided my gaze.

'That's probably why she's so afraid.'

She talks a lot about her heyday and all, but now she's just my personal weapon.

I read the sneer on her face.

"Kwack!"

Bernie, who had been avoiding eye contact earlier, chewed her lip and glared at me ferociously.

"You. You're scared, aren't you?"

"Who, who is scared! Do you think that I, who holds the throne of gluttony among the great demons, would be scared by a mere rascal like you? Even if dozens or hundreds of people rush at me— Where are you going!!"

She said something about dozens or hundreds, but Bernie hurried after me as soon as I took a few steps away.

However her gaze did not reach her own back.

I didn't want to risk getting my cock bitten off again so I moved behind her.

"Wow."

And then the view was revealed.

The back of her Bernie-girl leotard, which barely covered her nipples and torso, was plainly visible.

The cutely protruding wing bones and the flawless, smooth back caught my eye at a glance.

But there was something more.

Even from the back, obscured by her long, flowing hair, I could see Bernie's side breasts.

I wondered how big her breasts had to be to do that.

Even the Bernie girl leotard, which fell deeply from her pelvis and barely covered her hips, didn't cover her plump, flesh-colored ass.

'You're wearing something a whore wouldn't wear, and you call it combat gear.'

It was obvious she had lost her mind.

I gingerly placed my foot on her firm, firm buttocks, especially the right one.

"Mu, what do you think you're doing?! How dare you put your foot on my ass!!! Uh, take it off!!!"

Angrily, Bernie wiggled her ass to shake off my foot.

Fu-ling- Fu-ling-.

The flesh of the ass wiggling in a frivolous manner.

Chul-kung. Iron clang!

The chains clanked, restraining her movements.

Even in the midst of all this, Bernie kept bouncing her pelvis to push my legs away. The more she did that, the more I put strength into my legs.

My libido boiled over as I watched Barney's frenzied thrusts.

How many men could stand to watch a female with such a luscious body wiggle her hips in such a vulgar gesture?

But I swallowed my boiling lust with superhuman patience.

'Not yet.'

This is just mental training.

I should give her the whip first, not the carrot.

The carrot would taste sweeter after so many whips.

'For that one carrot, I must make her willing to endure many whips.'

Koooowwww!

"Kuhhhh?!"

I put my weight on the foot that was pressing against Bernie's ass and wrapped the [Blessing of Radiance] around it.

"Heeeeeeee!"

Bernie stopped wiggling her butt and stiffened in fear.

I stomped my foot, and the firm flesh of her butt crunched gently.

I admired the sight of her plump, white buttocks pressed against my foot for a moment, then carefully lifted my foot off again.

Because of the Blessing of Radiance, my footprints were left on Bernie's exposed buttocks.

It was like looking at a sow's grading marks.

An A5 ass in Wagyu terms.

As soon as I saw the bouncy butt return to its original shape, I stomped on it again.

"Ugh!"

Bernie, whose ass was being trampled in real time, moaned in humiliation.

However, the Blessing of Radiance surrounded her, so she was unable to resist.

I rubbed the soles of my feet from side to side as I listened to Bernie's pitiful moans.

Like flicking cigarette ash on the ground and rubbing it with my shoe.

"Mmph, hmmph!"

Physical force doesn't work on Bernie.

I need to attack her psychologically.

I had to get her upright ego and head on straight at my feet.

'That will make her more manageable in the future.'

I had to make it more humiliating and degrading, so that she would feel beneath me.

"Tsk!"

That's why I spit on Bernie's ass.

"...! Yes, you...! Don't you dare spit on this body!!!"

Ignoring Bernie's muffled protests, I stomped down on her ass with my radiantly blessed foot.

Koooooooowwww!

"Eek...!"

-Chirp. Chirp.

An erotic sound echoed as the lubricant mixed between her ass and the sole of my foot.

It didn't feel like it was squeezing my flesh, but rather like it was ravaging my mucous membranes.

What would it feel like to have your ass spit on and trampled like an ashtray?

For such a smug and arrogant figure to experience something like this, I wonder if it didn't psychologically affect her in some way.

"...! ...!"

Bernie, who had forgotten how to resist in her rage, sagged and shivered in her chains.

A quick glance confirmed her exhaustion, and I lifted my feet.

Her left buttock was firm and white while the right buttock was bruised and reddened as if it had been violated in a variety of ways.

The stark contrast was beautiful.

"Can you feel the difference between master and slave now?"

"Hmph, humph. Do you really think that this body will bow down to you with this kind of prank? There's a line between being a master and being out of line!"

For a labyrinthine being, she was certainly not an easy opponent.

Even when facing me bare-faced, she didn't lunge at me like normal human females.

'However, I did see a clue to the strategy.'

Even though she called the skimpy bunny-girl outfit a battle suit, she blushed as if pretending it didn't bother her.

'Bernie is also, by definition, female.'

"So, what's this?"

I tucked my foot under Bernie's ass.

Then I lifted the instep slightly.

"Hiiii...?!"

The water that had been pooling in the flesh of Bernie's pussy flap dripped onto the instep, making it sticky.

"Huh. What water..."

"It's, it's, it's, it's just, it's, it's, it's sweat!"

"Sweat? Ha."

"...?!!!

Bernie's body jerked violently with each stroke of the instep of my foot against her pussy.

-Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The chains clanked violently in response.

"This is what you call sweat?"

"Hek! Hmph, ohhhhhh!"

Is it because she is such a great being that no one has ever touched her?

Unlike her upper mouth, which was spewing out slutty double entendres, her lower mouth responded lovingly to my actions like a young female virgin.

Every time I tapped her pussy with the instep of my foot, she sincerely cried out.

"Th-that's it, stop!!!"

She cried.

I stopped with the instep of my foot on her pussy at Bernie's urgent cry.

"Huh, huh, huh..."

Bernie caught her breath in momentary relief.

Her expression was filled with all sorts of questions.

Apparently, this was the first time she had ever felt pleasure in this way but the brief relief was a huge letdown.

-Koo-koo-koo!

"Now, wait! I said stop!"

I caught her off guard and pressed her pussy firmly.

I pull her foot back so that her entire pussy is rubbing against the instep.

Koooowwww!

"Hmph!!! Hehhhhh!"

Chiiiiiit-!

Immediately after Bernie's pelvis bounced loudly into the air, a stream of clear, sticky water trickled down from the crotch line of her bunny girl leotard.

Zzzz- Zzzz-!

A small puddle formed under Bernie's ass with a gurgling sound of incontinence.

Clunk, clunk, clunk!

A harsh thudding sound rang out as her wide-open thighs bounced in the afterglow of her climax.

"...?! ...♡"

She kept climaxing.

Bernie chewed her lower lip the whole time, desperately holding back her moans.

I carefully lowered myself and wrapped my hands around her shoulders.

Her body, which was in the midst of a long and lingering climax, trembled once again.

I brought my lips to Bernie's ear and whispered softly.

"How was it?"

"..."

I stood still, looking at her from the top of Bernie's shoulder.

The bunny girl leotard covering her breasts was already failing.

Her nipples were erect to the limit with just that little bit of stimulation.

I quickly pushed the leotard away from her breasts.

Her pink, erect nipples were peeking out from under the leotard.

Tsk!

"Ho-ok?!"

I slapped the erect nipple as if it were a hard chestnut, and Bernie's head snapped back up and she let out a low moan.

I couldn't imagine a more vapid female.

"Hehehe… Hehe… No matter what you do…I will definitely punish you… Hehehe, I won't forgive you…"

I wonder if her tongue is loose.

Bernie, who had been expressing her intentions with sloppy pronunciation, turned to me.

Her face looked like she was trying to resist.

To my eyes, she looked like a melted female, with her abundant hair clinging to her face.

-Purrrrrrrr.

Just then, Bernie's stomach rumbled once more.

-Sniff.

Bernie's nose twitched slightly.

As if she had found a delicious smelling restaurant.

Bernie's gaze instinctively locked onto it.

Her gaze landed on her thigh or, more precisely, the erect cock resting on top of her thigh.

A drop of viscous liquid dripped from the puddle of Bernie's juices.

The jelly-thick juice was oozing out of my already throbbing cock.

-Gulp.

Swallowing hard, Bernie's eyes drifted to her own thighs and then to the dribble of fluid dripping onto the floor.

-Gulp.

His stomach rumbled once more.

"What the hell, were you this way too?"

I didn't think she cared that there was a naked man in front of her, because she only paid attention when she got hit with my cock.

"Were you hungry for cum to satisfy your hunger, rather than a cock to give you pleasure?

Well, she Gluttony.

"..."

Bernie didn't say anything and immediately avoided my gaze but her body was honest. With a desperate belly rumble, she screamed that she was hungry.

Of course, there would be no way to satisfy her hunger in a place like this.

"If you were hungry, you could have said so."

I finally found a way to tame this cheeky ego axe.

I stood up straight and headed in Bernie's direction.

Not too close, but just the right amount of distance.

I stroked my cock.

As if masturbating, I gently rubbed the epidermis from the base of my penis to the tip of my urethra with my hand.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The fluid that had been collecting at the end of the urethra poured out into the puddle that Bernie had made.

More than most men ejaculate.

"..."

Bernie watched me wordlessly.

The sound of my steady breathing, Bernie's stomach, and the dripping of fluid filled the white space.

I squeezed out the last drop of fluid and turned to look at Bernie.

-Gulp.

She gulped at the puddle of floating semen.

"If you listen to me in the future, I'll let you drink."

"..."

Bernie glared at me with a fierce glare.

Her eyes, once melted, still held the same venom.

This time, however, Bernie's body was honest.

The proud gluttonous demon gingerly lowered her head to drink my cum.

Chapter 122: Ego Axe Bernie (6)

The gluttonous demon stared at the pool of stagnant water below her.

Dazed by the waves of pleasure she'd never experienced in her life, her eyes were drawn to the white liquid floating atop the puddle.

Her stomach rumbled with hunger.

She couldn't even remember the last thing she ate.

The belly of a great demon, the seat of gluttony, was growling.

It was a tale that would make the other deadly sins faint with laughter.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

With every drop of steaming juices from the man's cock, the hunger grew more intense.

'...It looks delicious.'

Humiliated, she had to admit that she wanted the male bodily fluids that she normally wouldn't have even considered.

She didn't know what it tasted like because she hadn't thought to put it in her mouth until now, but she didn't need to taste it to know if it was good or bad.

She knew it would be fishy, bitter, and tasteless.

She resented the fact that she had to put such a foul, unclean liquid into her mouth, roll it around on her tongue, and pass it down her esophagus.

But more painful than the thought of having to drink a liquid that made her nauseous just thinking about it was the hunger that plagued her right now.

-Thud.

The chains stretched slightly as Gluttony bowed her head.

As if to say that he would be allowed to eat his cum.

"Ugh."

Gluttony groaned briefly, glaring at the male in front of her.

The spoiled brat looked down at her with a wordless, sickly grin, as if to say that she was finally listening.

There was not the slightest hint of respect in her eyes.

He already reduced her to a mere pet, a tool.

He looked at her as a 'tool', something even lower than that.

She had always looked down on others from above, but now she was bowing down to a mere male, an insignificant creature that she would have snapped her fingers at in the past.

Being treated as less than human, she shakes her head in submission.

Kkoooooook...♡

Feeling her lower stomach rattling and constricting for some reason, she jerks her head toward the man.

-Poof!

The man disappeared from Gluttony's mind without a trace as he was expelled.

It was only Gluttony's will that allowed him to enter and leave this space.

The reason for the banishment was simple.

If he could even see what she was about to do, it would be like crossing a river from which she could never return.

Gluttony stuck out her tongue at the white liquid floating in the puddle she'd dipped into.

Like a cat catching water on its tongue and drinking it, she carefully moistened her lips with semen.

-Phew.

After a quick suck, it immediately mixed with the water, leaving a sticky mess in her mouth.

She swallowed quickly, but before she could, she caught a whiff of the steaming male odor in her mouth.

It was an unpleasant, yet somehow familiar odor.

For a week, she'd been immersed in the blacksmith's saliva so she'd gotten used to his saliva without realizing it.

No, it wasn't just familiarity.

Gluttony desperately denied that she had begun to find the smell of his semen aromatic.

Every time she caught a whiff of his scent wafting down her throat, her head grew fuzzy and her stomach bounced.

"Huh… Whew… Phew…"

The thick semen didn't even feel cool to the touch.

It must have been mixed with the baby fluid, but it was so viscous and thick that it was hard to swallow.

-Gulp.

She was still hungry as a few drops of semen hadn't satisfied her hunger.

Fortunately, there was still plenty of cum in the puddle.

"I won't lose. I won't lose... Foolish bastard... How dare you think you can subjugate me with this disgusting excrement..."

"Gulp... gulp..."

"Foohaha... You think you can use this body to eat with your disgusting, steaming sperm...? Foohaha... You're so presumptuous... I'll make you regret it..."

Gulp.

Gulp.

Since when?

"Fuhaa..."

Gluttony realized that she was face-first into a puddle of her own juice.

She flicked the puddle with her tongue and waited for the cum to float to the surface.

"Heh heh heh, it's coming!"

When the puddle of semen came down, she desperately stuck her face in and stuck her tongue out.

-Gulp.

-Gulp. Gulp.

Between her teeth, under her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, down her throat, there wasn't a part of her that wasn't permeated with his male odor.

Without realizing it, Gluttony began to savor and drink the cum.

Instead of swallowing it all in one gulp, she rolled the cum around on her tongue, savoring the scent and taste.

Only at the very end, when it was too much to swallow, did she pass it down her throat.

It's clearly fishy and disgusting, but she keeps drinking.

Her body instinctively craves his liquid.

Each sip brought a strange sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

"Puhaa... Heek..."

Having drained the puddle of fluid, Gluttony quietly raised her head.

Her melted face and disheveled bangs were smeared with cum and spunk.

She drained the cum but she was still hungry.

However she couldn't summon him right away.

With her strength not yet restored, it would be at least a month before she could invite him back to the mental world.

"...A month, and I have to endure this hunger...?"

In other words, she would have to wait a month to taste his cum again.

With an unknown feeling of despair, Gluttony hung her head again.

She leaned down again, hoping to lick up some of the cum on the floor.

-Clang!

The chains held her down, but she desperately licked up the cum.

All the while, her head was slowly spinning.

She vowed to remember this humiliation as she made plans for the future.

'After all, he's the only one who can break this bond.'

Yeah. It's just an assortment anyway.

'I play the part of the dutiful 'tool,' the one who lays low under him and does whatever he says.'

If that guy starts to trust and believe in her as a tool, and in the end, if she convinces him to break these chains with his own hands.

'Then I turn on my heel, and escape from this axe.'

All for the sake of her full resurrection.

The spoiled brat, the cum-sack, is but a lowly male at her feet.

Gluttony never thought for a moment that she would be defeated.

As she licked the cum from her lips, tongue, and face, Gluttony muttered quietly to herself.

"Never, never, it's not about the cum..."

It's never because she wants to eat his cum.

She's just hungry.

If there's something else to eat, even if it's not specifically his cum, she'll eat it.

"Baeeeee... Ssang... Woom...♡"

Thinking that, Gluttony continued to lick the semen on the floor.

***

"...Kan. Balkan?"

When I came to, Zirnier was flicking her hand in front of my eyes.

"What are you doing with that axe, asshole? Are you excited to see my child?"

Chuckling, Zirnier jabbed me in the side with her elbow.

-Kudangtang!

My body jerked backward as she poked me.

I hadn't adjusted to the sudden change in reality.

"...What? Are you okay?! I'm sorry! I didn't think you'd fall!"

"...Ah, no, it's okay, I... like your weapon."

A flustered Zirnier held out her hand to me.

I grabbed her callused hand and pulled myself up.

Sensing something was wrong with my aura, Zirnier opened her mouth.

"Is something wrong? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, actually."

I told her about what had happened with Bernie.

Of course, I didn't mention the embarrassing details of the pussy slapping and the fluid shooting.

'I wouldn't have tried that with a normal person in the first place.'

The only reason I was able to act so boldly was because I considered Bernie to be my 'possession' or 'tool'.

"...Bunny Girl? There was such a thing?"

I asked, but when I told her about Bernie, she shook her head.

"Didn't you know that? I thought you were the one who did it, since she was chained up."

"No, I didn't. All I did was soak the Gluttony Soulstone in your...saliva and adjust it so that you could more easily control her power."

The identity of the Gluttony Soulstone is Bernie herself.

In other words, Zirnier had unknowingly used my saliva to create a chain that would allow me to control Bernie.

Come to think of it, she didn't show any symptoms when Zirnier grabbed the axe and handed it over to me.

"...I've often heard stories of people hearing auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations when swinging a weapon or sleeping when using a weapon that has been forged with a soul stone that contains an ego...but I've never heard of anyone seeing a clear entity like you."

I wonder if my words have piqued the blacksmith's interest.

Zirnier sounded quite excited.

"Is it because it's a soulstone of the highest level? I don't know much about it since it's my first time making something with this material. It might be worth studying, or maybe it's just that you're compatible with the weapon!"

"...I suppose so."

I stared at the oversized artifact axe in my hand.

[...]

Bernie still hadn't responded.

Well, at least I had her subdued for now.

I won't have to worry about her for now.

"Then, I will now explain this child's function. How can you use the power of ego..."

I was then told more about the weapon.

Ego-imbued weapons, like artifacts in the Labyrinth, have special powers.

They are generally said to be on par with artifacts, or even better, depending on the artifact's higher compatibility and identity.

It was a strange and amazing ability, worthy of the name 'Gluttony'.

"It's not for me to say as a blacksmith, but don't get too dependent on your weapon just because you got a good one. It's just a tool, you know?"

"Of course."

My first priority should be my own strength.

Weapons are only tools and I don't want to be eaten by a tool.

"Have you given it a name?"

"A name?"

"You have to give them names, like the Black Sword of the Sword City, or my Nos. 1, 2, and 3."

-Kirik. Kirik.

The trio of mechanical arms clung to Zirnier and waved at me.

"I named it Taemyeong, because it's a black and gold axe."

The word Taemyeong made my head spin, but Zirnier's naming sense was even more shocking.

'I shouldn't let her name it.'

I gave the axe a name I had grown accustomed to.

"Bernie. I'm going with Bernie."

"Bernie? Are you sure you're okay with that name?"

Absolutely.

It exudes savagery just by looking at it, and it's too cute a name for an oversized axe that's bigger than most adult males... but I thought to myself.

'It's actually a female.'

I figured it didn't really matter.

"I like Bernie."

"Yeah, whatever. If that's what you mean, then so be it. Now, shall we go?"

"Yeah? Where?"

"On the day I gave birth to the best baby of my life, where else is there to go?"

I heard the first thing pregnant women look for after having a baby is alcohol.

-Giggling, Zirnier threw up her hands.

"Of course we're going to drink!"

As expected, I was right.

Zirnier was a half-dwarf, though her elongated frame often made me forget it.

That meant that she was made of 70% alcohol, which meant she was a drinker.

"You promised me a drinking buddy if I made you a weapon, didn't you?"

"Of course."

I nodded, smiling at Zirnier, who poked me in the side coyly.

After all, she'd made me a weapon like this, what's a few drinks?

I'd probably say yes if she asked me to drink for months.

"Hmph. Okay. Let's go!"

Zirnier, already tense from her pre-drinking days, pumped her fist in the air.

We naturally walked and headed towards Diana's tavern.

It was my last drink before entering the Labyrinth.

Chapter 123: Ego Axe Bunny (7)

At the tavern of Diana's inn, at a corner table, tucked away from the noisy center table, Zirnier, with a long flask clutched in her arms, sits at the table and talks boisterously.

"I'm actually quite happy, the world looks so beautiful right now. I just knew it when I put the final hammer to that axe. Ah, yes. I took a decisive step toward my dreams today—Hmph."

It feels good.

Today, Zirnier was more emotional than usual.

"I've only slept one day in a month. I haven't slept or eaten in a month, and I've been hammering every day, and I love it. I can't think of a time in my life when I've had so much fun. To make a rough, savage, oversized axe out of this stuff."

She chuckles at the end of each sentence, and gulps down a bottle of strong dwarven brew as she speaks.

"Uuuuu..."

Often lying on the table as if drunk.

Her tanned breasts, wrapped in bandages, pressed firmly against the table.

"Thank you, Balkan. It's all thanks to you."

"No. I'm the one who got the weapon, and it's actually for my benefit."

"Hm. So we have a mutually beneficial business relationship?"

"What, is it?"

"Hmph."

Zirnier smiled and held out her drink to me.

It was still lying on the table, so I tipped it halfway.

"My dear. I wish you well in the future, always, constantly, together, always, every day."

I was used to Zirnier's erratic drinking behavior, so I just matched her and raised my glass to the bottle.

"I, for one, wish you well. Boss."

"Hmph."

"Hmph."

The glass filled to the brink of overflowing.

"To our glorious business!"

"To you!"

Laughing out loud, Zirnier raised her bottle and I raised mine.

As we sat and drank, neither of us showed our bare faces.

Honestly, I wondered if I could show her my bare face.

'She's often touched my face as an excuse to resize my helmet.'

I've been given a weapon like this, so I think I've built up some trust.

'But still, it wouldn't feel right for only me to show mine first.'

I wasn't the only one covering my face.

Zirnier was also wearing a mask, hiding her face tightly.

"Balkan."

Diana, who had been watching me and Zirnier from afar with an uneasy look on her face, came to the table.

I had already explained the situation, so there was no need for misunderstanding.

"...You don't have to cater to her. I'm sure you've been busy preparing for the labyrinth expedition, so get some rest. It's late at night."

"Shut up, Auntie, our Balkan drinking with me!"

Zirnier, who was drunkenly shouting at Diana, suddenly lost it and passed out.

I managed to witness the next few moments in a blur.

Diana aimed for Zirnier's throat, and Zirnier reacted precariously but was unable to dodge.

Cleanly retired with a single strike.

Zirnier collapsed onto the table, the bottle still clutched tightly to her inner thigh.

"Poor kid, still a terrible sleeper."

Diana smirked through her beautifully lined eyelashes and pulled Zirnier away from the table.

"I'll clean up, you go upstairs and get some rest."

"It's okay. There are still a lot of guests, so I'll take care of it for you."

"Um…"

A troubled-looking Diana looked out at the bustling inn.

"Come on. Ellie. Look! The ideal angle of launch for breast milk is..."

"Heeeeeeek...!"

Ellie was helping out at the tavern, serving menus, when she was captured by Jubeel, the cowgirl, and forced to listen to a strange lecture.

How to grow breasts, how to shoot milk away, how to make sweet milk come out, how to develop mammary glands, how to make females climax with nipples...

Her eyes, which had been filled with thoughts of fleeing in terror, were now filled with a strange interest.

I glanced at Ellie, who had started listening to Jubeel's lecture with Diana.

I don't want Ellie to develop strange tastes.

Apparently, Diana was thinking the same thing.

"I'm sorry, then, but can you take her home?"

"Sure."

I walked out of the inn with a sagging Zirnier on my back.

"Awww, a woman should know at least one way to make a male happy with her breast milk- Awww, I'm sorry, master!"

I pretended not to hear Jubeel's screams behind me.

It was a quiet night.

The sounds of people talking and the heat of the drinking festivities gradually faded as we moved further away from the inn.

It was late, and the weapon shop line of stores had long since closed.

Only the moonlight illuminated the deserted streets.

No one was coming or going, and it was too quiet.

"Come out. On good terms."

The blurred footsteps that followed us seemed even more alien.

"Hmph. I have a good feeling."

With a small chuckle, a figure in white armor emerged from behind.

The familiar shape of the armor and the familiar hoarse voice.

[Seton ■■Wald LV.7■]

"...I beg your pardon, I didn't realize you were a Knight."

The figure behind us was none other than the grandmother of the royal knights.

'I thought you'd be a beggar or a worker.'

Even with my awareness activated, I was still a little fuzzy.

The Knight matriarch didn't show any signs of hostility, despite her cautious approach.

"Hmm? Did I tell you my affiliation?"

She merely expressed a small curiosity.

"...I saw you talking to Ms. Diana earlier."

"Ah. So you heard that back then. Hehe. That troublemaker even told you something like that… I guess you're closer than I thought. Is it because you're my son-in-law? Hehe."

Technically, I was more of a husband-wannabe than a son-in-law, but it wasn't something I wanted to say in front of someone I barely knew.

"What brings you after us?"

"Rest assured. I'm not here to threaten you. I have a favor to ask of the one lying on your back."

It seems the Knight objective was not me, but Zirnier.

Though there's no particular reason for the Knight to be interested in me.

My name has only recently been spreading amongst the explorers, but that's hardly the sort of thing a Templar would be interested in.

-Kewuk.

As she thought of that, her tanned breasts twitched as they pressed against my back.

"Ah. Are you awake?"

Zirnier shook her head and turned to face the captain of the Royal Knights.

Upon seeing Zirnier, the Royal Knight immediately bowed.

"I came to pick you up."

"Oh."

Zirnier was about to spit an insult in the Knight's face, but managed to keep her mouth shut.

"...Whoa. It's a pain in the ass to go all the way to the royal inner castle."

"Haha. Please do this. Only you, Zirnier, can repair her armor."

The Knight bowed her head, and Zirnier scratched the back of her head as if it didn't matter.

"Well, since the important work is over now… Bring the carriage to the front of the weapon shop tomorrow. I'll ride there on my own."

"Thank you. I'll send ten servants."

"Forget it, I'm not bothered."

"Yes, then. ...Again, please come to the royal palace."

"..."

Having said her piece, the Royal Knight whisked away again, slipping mysteriously out of my perception.

I turned my head slightly to look at Zirnier, who was still cradled against my back.

"What was that, just now?"

Zirnier groaned slightly as she looked at me.

It was a nuance, as if she was asking if she could tell me this.

"...What. I guess it's okay to tell you."

But it didn't take long for Zirnier to speak up, as if she'd reached a compromise in his mind.

"Our second princess is so stubborn that she can't go outside, so I often go to repair her armor."

"…She's a princess, but is she a loser?"

"Ugh. She used to be really dependable, but now…she won't come out of the corner of the room."

A nerdy princess is quite a unique person.

However, she was far from the second princess I heard about.

"I went to the academy graduation ceremony not long ago, and the Second Princess was at the banquet."

When I heard that she was in the ballroom, I thought of a superstar who drove people around.

"Huh? Really? Did you see her?"

"Oh, I didn't see her, I just heard that she came."

There was a lot going on, but I never got to see her in person.

Because while everyone was buzzing about the appearance of the 2nd Princess, I was having a strange encounter with a girl named Celia.

After that, I was busy networking.

Claudia's top brass and the second daughter of the Marquis of Rohardt, the House of Swords, were the biggest fish to fry.

"But I don't think she's the kind of person to go on her own. Did she put a substitute in the armor? Hmm."

From the nuances of her speech, it seemed she had the ability to control the armor from a distance.

I can't believe she can do that from her room.

I realized that this was a woman of high rank, and her abilities were both amazing and mysterious.

By the way, I didn't expect Zirnier to be so close to someone as high as a princess.

'She's higher up than I thought.'

Just because a princess entrusts her with the repair of her armor doesn't mean that the head of the Royal Knights is going to pay the blacksmith any respect.

I shook my head, my mind racing with thoughts.

"By the way, aren't you coming down?"

"..."

Zirnier fell silent as I asked her why she hadn't gotten off my back since she'd been up for a while.

"Well, I'm still hungover."

"..."

A normal human would have drank enough to get past the hangover and into the next day, but Zirnier was a half-dwarf.

She doesn't get drunk just because she emptied ten flasks.

Which means right now she just wants to cuddle up with me and go home in peace.

'...I'll do what you ask.'

It wasn't just Bernie, it was the helmet and the leather armor.

I could afford to do this.

'Honestly, it's a benefit.'

-Kewuk.

The tan bandaged breasts pressing against my back and the firm tanned thighs in my hands were a sight to behold.

Each time Zirnier fell, she bounced up and down to regain her posture, and the soft touch of her breasts and thighs mercilessly pummeled my hands and back.

"Hold on tight so I don't fall."

"...hhhhh."

Feeling arms around my neck and a small giggle, I stumbled back to Zirnier's workshop.

***

"I'll be off then."

"Mm-hmm. Thank you."

Zirnier carefully saw off the Balkan who had escorted her to the underground workshop.

-Kirik. Kirik.

The trio of mechanical arms waved at him and Balkan waved back with a smirk.

Zirnier watched him leave the underground workshop for a moment, then flopped down on the workshop table.

"Hah."

A sweet sigh escaped her lips.

Her breasts, pressed and rubbed against Balkan, burned hotly.

Her thighs still bore the marks of his hands and seeing the marks made her heart burn even more.

She couldn't calm down.

Perhaps it was the alcohol.

More complicated, hotter emotions than when she realized the secret of her birth were stirring uncontrollably in her chest.

Come to think of it, she'd been hammering away for the past month and hadn't been able to get her libido going.

Then something clicked in Zirnier's mind.

Yes. Sex drive.

This is an emotion that is caused by not being able to release it.

Zirnier got up from the table, grabbed the bottle that No. 1 had brought her, and headed back to the workshop.

It was her private space for eating, sleeping, resting, and leisure.

In the center of the room was a marble statue.

Zirnier sipped her drink and sat down at a table in front of the marble statue.

She gazed at the statue she had hand-carved.

It was so tall that he had to look up.

Thick, massive muscles, ideally positioned, as if made by the gods.

The massive lower half, in particular, was the result of Zirnier pushing her imagination and dexterity to the limit.

It was the ultimate embodiment of physical beauty, but even with all that, it pales in comparison to the face sculpture on top.

It was the face of Balkan she had touched, felt, and imagined with her own hands.

Surely, this was not it.

It wasn't that the sculpture was too perfect, but rather that Zirnier's skill was lacking.

Even with her mastery of sculpture, she was unable to capture Balkan's face.

Emptying his flask one after another, Zirnier stared blankly at the Balkan statue.

-Kirik. Kirik.

No. 2 brought a beaker of Balkan saliva, aged for a month.

At the bottom of the beaker was some saliva that had not yet evaporated.

Gingerly, Zirnier dipped her finger into the bottom of the beaker.

The concentrated and aged Balkan saliva was thick.

-Phew.

Gingerly, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on the side, and it felt like she was kissing Balkan.

-Veh-eh.

The finger slipped out of her mouth, sticky with her own and Balkan's saliva.

Gingerly, Zirnier unwrapped the bandages and slipped off her suspenders, leaving her naked.

Dipping her finger into the beaker once more, she began to flick her clit with a finger coated in Balkan's aged saliva.

"Wheww..."

A sweet moan escaped her mouth.

It was as if Balkan was insistently caressing her precious spot with his tongue.

"Balkan, huh, huh, huh, huh!"

She glanced up to see Balkan statue staring down at her with a cold gaze.

Zirnier spread her legs into an M-shape and slapped her clit right in front of Balkan's face.

"Heehee!"

She stared down at her precious spot.

She's masturbating naked in front of him and her mind went white with the rush of pleasure.

Beyond the hard, cold marble, she imagined his body, equally hard, but warmer.

Zirnier's fingers began to move more feverishly.