I maneuvered a drone equipped with a camera and an RC car to survey the interior of the maze.
This maze was excessively vast and perilous, teeming with both monsters and traps.
Walls would suddenly open, unleashing volleys of arrows, or the floor would collapse, plunging victims into pits filled with acidic liquid.
There were even magical traps that could teleport people to random locations within the maze.
This... I knew it wasn't an ordinary maze, but it's far more dangerous than I imagined.
The traps could be avoided with extreme caution and meticulous movement.
The real problem is the monsters. Drone reconnaissance revealed A-Class Monsters prowling the maze. Though few in number, encountering even one now would likely mean annihilation.
The delinquent is still unconscious... and Misa has no weapons. I'm the only one who can fight properly.
With Misa's help, we could manage a single B-Class Monster. But A-Class Monsters are a different story altogether.
A chill ran down my neck for no apparent reason.
This is at least an A-Class Dungeon. It could even be S-Rank.
Dungeons of this caliber are nearly impossible to clear without a major guild.
Forget the foolishness. I need to focus on surviving.
The RC car I was controlling got caught by an A-Class Monster and was smashed to pieces, while the Drone fell into a Space Displacement trap, severing its connection. It seems to have been transported to a very distant location.
I stowed the controller in my Inventory and walked back. Misa and the Delinquent were leaning against the wall, resting. I said to Misa,
"Let's go back. We took the wrong path."
"...Are you doing this on purpose?"
Misa glared at me, her eyes brimming with suspicion. Ever since yesterday's incident, she's been constantly distrusting me.
I shrugged once and replied,
"There's an A-Class Monster ahead. If you don't believe me, go scout ahead yourself. Oh, but I'm not going. I'd be dead for sure."
"..."
No matter how much she doubted me, she had no choice but to listen. The Delinquent was critically injured, and Misa had no weapons. I was the only real combatant left. If I abandoned them, they wouldn't survive a week.
Misa stood up, and I frowned. A strong smell of semen emanated from her body. It was my semen, but smelling it like this made me feel uneasy.
I pulled a water bottle from my pocket and handed it to her.
"Wash up. You stink. You know how important hygiene is, right?"
"...How big is that pocket, anyway?"
"That's a secret."
In reality, I was using the Pleasure World App's Inventory through tactile manipulation within my pocket, but she believed my jacket pocket was enchanted with space-expansion magic.
Misa washed herself with the bottled water I'd given her, a short distance away. Having already shared intimate moments with me multiple times, she no longer felt any shame in showing me her naked body.
Watching her copper-toned skin glisten with water, I felt a surge of desire. I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and strode toward her.
"...You can't be serious. You want me to pay for the water too?"
"The water was just a courtesy. I gave it to you because you smelled. What happens next is your choice. Refuse if you want, and I'll still lead you through the maze."
I grinned.
Misa and I were only temporary allies, and having already slept together once, the novelty between us had dulled in my eyes.
"You piece of trash. Does your girlfriend know what you're really like?"
They must be talking about Jin Seyoung.
"You're mistaken. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm single."
"...Then who is that woman? You two seemed pretty close."
"Sex friend!"
"..."
Misa glared at me with contempt, then let out a slow breath and stepped closer.
"If I do this, don't act like you own me."
She grabbed my cock with her right hand and began stroking it back and forth.
I watched her in silence, leaving the next move to her.
"..."
After a long look, she bit her lip, clearly making her own choice, and enveloped my cock with her massive, bronze-toned breasts.
What the hell?
During the break, I kept my distance from Misa and the Delinquent. Not because they made me uncomfortable, but because I had something else to do.
Heh heh. Now that I've finally got my hands on a Sex Doll, I can't just leave it lying around.
I retrieved the Doll from a corner of the wall.
A doll identical to Amatsuka Koyori, dressed in her Miko Robe.
I chuckled and manipulated the Synchronization Rate.
Target Synchronization Rate: High
Doll Synchronization Rate: Very High
Posture Synchronization Rate: Medium
Voice: OFF
Remote Posture Control: OFF
I checked Koyori's current situation. She was resting and chatting with the female ninja Kouga Mio.
Time for some fun doll play!
Amatsuka Koyori and Kouga Mio stood at a crossroads, where no fewer than eight paths diverged.
"...This is not good. I have no idea which path to choose. Lady Mio, which path do you think we should take?"
Mio, her eyes hidden behind a mask, glanced around, carefully examining each of the eight paths one by one.
"...I don't know. I can't sense anything."
"Even Lady Mio, with her exceptional Qi sensitivity, can't detect anything? This is troubling..."
"What about using Shikigami...?"
"Shikigami are unsuitable for reconnaissance. They're not connected to me and are too weak. They could defeat Goblins, but they'd be no match for Orc-level Monsters. Moreover, I'm still inexperienced in controlling Shikigami; the spell breaks if they stray more than 100 meters away."
Mio nodded faintly.
"..."
A heavy silence descended. Mio had always been extremely reserved, and Koyori, as a Shrine Maiden, had been trained since childhood to avoid unnecessary words.
"...Hk?!"
Koyori shuddered, her gaze dropping to the center of her chest, which was concealed beneath her white top. Her breasts, which she had always considered unnecessarily large, appeared unchanged from the outside.
It felt like something had clamped around the center of my chest...
Was it her imagination? No, could such a sensation even be imagined?
"...Is something wrong?" Mio asked quietly, noticing Koyori's strange behavior.
"...It's nothing."
Mio glanced at her briefly before approaching the eight entrances and cautiously examining them.
Cold brush.
"Gah!?"
Startled by the sensation of something cold brushing her neck, Koyori swung her spear behind her. Whoosh! The blade sliced through empty air. Koyori's face froze.
"..."
Mio looked at Koyori with a puzzled expression. Koyori bit her lip slightly and said, "There's someone... no, something. It touched my body and breathed against my neck."
Mio's eyes sharpened. She knew Koyori wasn't one to joke in such a situation. She released her inner mana, spreading her Qi sense outward. Yet within a 50-meter radius, she detected no living creatures, nor any unusual objects.
"...A Ghost-type Monster?"
"If it's a ghost capable of evading Lady Mio's Qi sense, it must be extraordinary. I'll try searching with Yin-Yang Art."
Thump!
Koyori planted her spear on the ground, closed her eyes, and formed a Hand Seal, focusing her mind. Mana slowly began to swirl around her, its essence transforming into light.
"Hngh?!"
Koyori's eyes snapped open as she stared straight ahead, her pupils trembling violently.
Something was gripping her cheek and forcing a slick, invisible current between her parted lips.
This... this is mana?!
The slick, warm thing felt like a strip of living mana. It slid through her mouth at will, coating her palate and tangling around her tongue.
What disoriented Koyori even more was the way the foreign mana numbed her mouth with each movement. Her body was gradually heating up.
M-my spell... it's being interrupted?!
Koyori steeled her resolve. She even used her mana to clamp her mouth shut.
If the invisible current were real, it would surely have been severed by now.
But...
A moment later, her mouth opened again, the invisible current casually writhing inside her mouth.
Not my mouth again... Ah, I can't let this happen!
She tried to close her mouth using Mana, but unlike before, her lips wouldn't budge. She was helpless against the torment.
If I complete the Hand Seal, I can reveal its true nature...!
After enduring the torment for over thirty seconds, she finally completed the Hand Seal. The Mana, now glowing white, swept through the space. This was a Yin-Yang Art with no physical force, designed to expose evil entities.
Now! Reveal yourself, Demon!
The light faded.
There was nothing there.
N-no way...!
The invisible current lingered, still writhing inside her mouth. Koyori's tongue was dragged forward, caught in the unseen pressure as though something were trying to pull her voice away.
"Mmmph?!"
Koyori realized her mouth was trapped against an unseen force. Since her assailant was invisible, she appeared to be straining against empty air, her tongue pinned forward by nothing at all.
This... this humiliation!
She stumbled backward, but the sensation of someone gripping her cheek remained.
Desperate, Koyori signaled to Mio, who was staring blankly at her, pleading for help with frantic gestures.
"..."
Mio felt a wave of alarm wash over her as she looked at Koyori. Though Koyori herself was unaware, Mio could clearly see her struggling with something clamped over her mouth.
The handprint on Koyori's cheek. The invisible force working against her lips. Most telling of all was Koyori's increasingly flushed face and the clear saliva dripping down her sharply defined jawline.
Having watched Koyori from beginning to end, Mio knew that saliva wasn't the result of her own spell alone.
Mio unconsciously tensed, her face beneath her mask growing pale with alarm.
"M-Mio-nim...!"
Mio snapped back to reality. Koyori was pleading for her help.
"Y-yes...!"
Mio, having answered, approached Koyori. But when she stood before her, she didn't know what to do. After hesitating, Mio grabbed Koyori's shoulder. Yet Koyori remained trapped against something unseen.
"Lady Koyori...!"
Panicked, Mio channeled her Mana. A clear, pure Mana swept through Koyori's body, but even this had no effect.
In the end, Mio could only stare blankly at Koyori.
Huff! Huff... Ngh...
The struggle had been going on for over five minutes. At first, Koyori had resisted, attempting to repel the Evil Spirit with Yin-Yang Art, flailing her arms, and even trying to back away. But none of it worked.
Eventually, Koyori exhausted herself and could only endure the curse.
Drip... drip... drip.
Saliva dripped from her lowered chin onto the floor. The sheer volume was far too much for one person's saliva.
Mio gasped in shock at the sight of the saliva. Part of it had vanished.
"Haa..."
Koyori, her face flushed crimson like a tomato, exhaled heavily. She had finally been freed from the invisible force that had been tormenting her.
Staggering, Koyori regained her balance. Her body burned with heat, her head swam, and her legs trembled.
"Lady Koyori..."
Mio approached and gripped Koyori's shoulder.
"If it's not a Ghost-type Monster... then this must be a curse..."
"...Could Seitaro have cursed Lady Koyori?!"
Seitaro.
Seitaro, an S-Rank criminal who disrupted the Fuka Festival and a master of Yin-Yang Art, would undoubtedly possess expertise in curses. He was a highly plausible suspect.
"...I can't be certain. I've never encountered a curse like this before."
"Is it impossible to lift the curse?"
"I've tried several times already, but failed. For now, there's no other method. Returning to Fuka Shrine and attempting a large-scale curse-removal ritual is our only hope..."
Koyori's voice trailed off.
There was one more hope: that the enemy would be unable to harm her further. But she instinctively knew this vague hope was as illusory as a mirage.
"Lady Mio, may I rest here for a moment?"
"I'm fine. I haven't even found the path yet..."
Mio trailed off, and Koyori sensed something was wrong. When Koyori noticed Mio staring intently at her chest, she instinctively lowered her gaze.
The ties of her upper garment, woven with protective charms, were unraveling on their own.
"W-what's happening?!"
Panicked, Koyori hastily tried to refasten her clothes, but it was futile. The cursed force kept loosening the tied cords again.
"Stop! Please stop!"
As Koyori pleaded, the invisible force ceased its movements.