A bomb that explodes if forcibly removed from the body. Now that's a feature I can get behind.
I'll use this to threaten that bastard into becoming my slave. Though I hate to admit it, he's got some talent for handling people-might be useful.
Of course, he'll pay for what he did to me. I'll make him suffer at least ten times over.
"Kheek, kheek, kheek."
If he refuses to become my slave to the end, I'll sever his limbs and sell him to a male brothel. "Gang boss gets porked by pigs"-a gourmet dish for extreme perverts.
I grabbed the cigarette-pack-sized steel box floating before me.
[1 day remaining until expiration. Unused items will disappear.]
It was time-limited?
No wonder they gave me a useful item without any quest attached-it felt suspicious.
"Yellow-bellied bastard."
Shame such a fun toy expires. Peering inside the steel box, I saw it packed with black bean-shaped objects.
"These are bombs?"
Picking one up, it felt unexpectedly soft and sticky like jelly. I wanted to test it immediately, but this was my Shelter. Blowing up bombs at home? Insane.
Wearing X, I stepped outside. The cold dawn moonlight felt desolate. X's temperature control activated, warming my buttocks first before spreading heat throughout the suit.
I spoke to X with mock emotion:
"You've got an ass-warming function? Not cold at all."
[Did not comprehend "ass-warming."]
Ah, right-this world doesn't have that. A forgotten memory from my past life surfaced.
"Keke, doesn't matter, you dumb machine."
Chuckling, I used X's boosters to ascend 30 meters. The aerial view made everything conveniently visible.
Scanning for lifeforms, my screen highlighted a wild Ghoul prowling 1km away in red.
Kwaaaa-
With booster roar, I instantly flew above the Ghoul's head and dropped vertically before it.
Kwaang!!
Dust exploded outward. The impact cratered the ground beneath me-zero shock felt through X.
The Ghoul snarled at my sudden appearance.
Grrrk, krrk, krrk
"A trash mob coughing? Bring it."
I taunted it with a finger wag. Nothing frightens me in X, least of all this fodder.
It charged. I deliberately dodged its full-power punch by a hair's breadth.
The Ghoul, unable to control its momentum, faceplanted and rolled.
Its pathetic display made me snort.
"You tripped yourself? Pathetic."
Fighting this low-tier enemy in X was overkill. In my male body, a single Scimitar would've sufficed.
Time to test the bomb.
I threw a black bean-shaped "Body Severing Bomb" at the fallen Ghoul.
Let's start with its hand.
As if reading my mind, it magnetically attached to the Ghoul's knuckles.
The confused Ghoul shook its hand violently, but the bomb clung stubbornly like a barnacle.
"Ooh~ Attachment works."
"Skreeek, skreeeik!"
Gnash, gnash.
Sensing danger, the Ghoul tried biting the bomb off.
Didn't they say forced removal causes detonation?
Kaboom!!!
A blinding flash and deafening blast erupted. Smoke cleared to reveal the Ghoul's upper body vaporized.
Stronger than expected. My plan to blow off limbs one-by-one was scrapped.
I joyfully blasted X's foot and back boosters toward Woven.
"Duran! Here I come. Kekekeke."
The walkable distance vanished instantly as I reached Woven's entrance.
Then a major doubt about X struck me.
Now that I think about it...
"X, your goal is to absorb these 'Conqueror of the New World' guys to reach final form, right?"
[Correct. I must evolve to my ultimate form.]
"Then scrap these quest shenanigans and give me all your Capsules. I'll power up instantly, make you complete, and you'll revert me to male. Don't forget."
[This function utilizes this world's Causality. Rewards cannot be obtained without achieving objectives.]
"Causality?"
[Causality is...]
A throbbing headache hit.
"Stop! Won't understand anyway. Forget it."
X sounded ready to spout gibberish, so I cut it off.
Lowering booster output to mute noise, I entered Duran's room through the window.
A gorilla-muscled 40-something slept with twin prostitutes under each arm.
Post-my-escape, they'd clearly enjoyed more sex-both drooling in satisfied sleep.
Seeing their blissful faces reignited my fury. But something else overpowered it.
A delicious Odor.
Grrroowl.
The source: boiled corn on Duran's desk. An army marches on its stomach.
"X, disengage mouth armor. I need food to produce Breast Milk for you."
X complied instantly, retracting facial plating.
Great! Chow time.
Ignoring Duran, I grabbed the corn and took a huge bite.
Chomp.
My mouth filled with nutty, chewy kernels.
So... delicious...
Just stale corn, but to me now, better than any delicacy.
Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.
Devoured down to the last kernel instantly.
Crunch.
Too noisy. Duran stirred awake. I hurled the cob at his rising form.
Thwack!
Direct jaw hit. X-enhanced strength gave enough force for a mild concussion. He collapsed back.
"Kyaah, mmmph!"
"N-no, mmph!"
The twins awoke to Duran's impact. I swiftly covered their mouths, whispering:
"Scream and die."
They nodded frantically, trembling like aspen leaves. Cute blonde twins-small but perky breasts I could fondle all day.
Slowly removing my hands, I stepped back.
They watched me fearfully, knowing I held their lives.
Adorable. Want to torment them.
Sadistic arousal bloomed in my chest.
A fun game came to mind.
Shall we play?
"I'll spare one of you."
"Huh...?"
"No, please."
I pointed at Duran, then the corn cob on the bed.
"Shove this in your Vaginas."
Their faces drained of color, realizing I'd toy with them.
"We're sorry. Please forgive us just once."
"This'll tear our V-Vaginas."
Their cornered-cat expressions brought Euphoria. Let's continue.
"Want to both die then?"
"N-no! We'll do it."
Reluctantly, one inserted the cob's root end, the other the tip into their Vaginas. Trembling, they spoke:
"Ugh... we did as told."
"Please spare us. It hurts."
Seeing corn-joined twins, I smirked.
"Now battle via stimulation. Whoever cums first dies. Removing the cob yourself means death."
They stared blankly. The taller, likely older sister pleaded:
"W-we're sisters! We don't do such things."
"Right. We can't."
Tch. Words won't work. These bitches need demonstration.
Grabbing unconscious Duran's collar, I hauled him up-his feet dragging-as he groggily opened his eyes.
"Who... you..."
"Shut up."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Three non-lethal gut punches.
Crunch!
A straight punch to the face knocked him out again. More hits might kill him with X's enhanced strength.
I tossed him under the twins' bed like trash. Their faces filled with horror.
My voice turned icy:
"Move if you want to live."
They flinched. The older sister glanced at Duran's bloody form, then resolved herself. Gently holding her sister's hand:
"Rosa, you must live."
"Sis?"
Releasing the hand, she licked her fingers for lubrication and began rubbing her Clitoris. Rosa froze lightning-struck, then grabbed her wrist.
"No, Sis! Don't!"
"Let go."
"I can't live without you. You survive."
Family prioritizing each other over themselves-rare even in my past life.
The sadistic flame inside me flickered out.
They tearfully locked eyes, desperately clenching to keep the cob in place. Blood trickled from Vaginas scraped by rough husks.
Mocking these lowly prostitutes now felt pathetic.
My vengeance targeted Duran, not them.
I slung Duran over my shoulder and exited through the window. They'd likely hug each other long after I left. When had I last witnessed such warmth?
Outside town, I chose a nearby abandoned building's rooftop for torture.
Dropping Duran on concrete, warmth faded seeing his punchable face.
He betrayed my plea for help, tried selling me as a sex slave. How to cook this bastard?
"Hey fucker, wake up."
Still out.
A light gut kick-careful not to rupture organs.
Thump!
Harder than intended. He awoke clutching his stomach, rolling grotesquely.
"Ghhh... ghuuu..."
Climax begins.
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