I sauntered out of the arena, grinning like a maniac, belly happily bulging—not that I’ve got what you’d call a standard-issue digestive system, but who cares? So, with the chimera sent to double-dead nd (you know, the dead, uype, formally speaking... and, ugh, am I mangling this tale today or what? Just roll with it), the acidic jizz—or jazz, if you prefer—in my flesh had the defeated monster dissolved faster than you say, “Wrong hole!”

  Yep, lots of sex puns today. Just go with it—

  —that’s what she said!

  “So much for sav my meal,” I grumbled as a couple of tentacles sneakily slid out from my shoulder to wipe up the leftover face sauce. “Where does all this food even go?” I pondered aloud, not really expeg an answer.

  It didn’t matter anyway—it’s not like anyone would respond, and if they did, it would probably be something dismissive, like, “It’s magic.”

  I had finished my moruck-sized meal—and was bay thin human or succubus curves with no sign of the extra weight anywhere—faster than those three stoatues could pull themselves from the piles of rubble they had been buried uhank God, or should I say, admin? Seriously, Magic was no joke! Though, is she a goddess?

  I remember something about a Primordial of Life when the system first booted up. Does that make her the Primordial of Magid wasn’t there also something about Death? And really, what even is a Primordial?

  Ugh, I doubt I’ll ever be able to kill her—doesn’t mean I won’t try!

  Oh. Oh! And even if I ’t, I’m so going to kick her in the clit one day!

  Why, I may ask?

  Because!

  I watched the entraal gate sm shut behind me—was it arance or a? I suppose it depends on how many drinks I’ve had. With a sigh, I finally clicked on Absorb.

  V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE

  SkillUpdate

  [Absorb] Dungeon Boss [Lich King Chimera] Successful

  New Selectable Skills Avaible:

  - [Acid Breath]

  - [Poison Spit]

  V:\>

  I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappoi at the paltry options served up to me, especially after rag up several level-ups that yielded nothing but a few measly skill slots. Was I still bitter about Magic withholding some Racial Skills? Damn straight! She could totally toss me a bone—or better yet, a skill—like my dream spell of lightning magiowing she could hand out free skills if she wanted just spiked my annoyah her.

  But hey, Acid Breath and Poison Spit? Those actually sounded like they could amp things up, slinging some fshy ranged a to plement my already wicked cle passive smackdowns. I knew I o shake things up for handling those particurly annoying foes with their fancy resistao Acid and Poison. But so far, no other tricks had shown up in my magic hat—except for ic Fme and Blight.

  Okay, fine, I had options. I just like to pin, sue me! Though, holy, it’s rather therapeutic, let me tell you. Nothing made me happier in my st life than bitg about my psychiatrist—often to my therapist, though sometimes to those who would relutly listen. Yeah, my support system wasn’t the greatest. That’s probably why I… got ran over by a truck—yeah, that’s how my reination story started. Cssic. Yep... cough

  Rubbing my wrists as if shaking off a nightmare, I gnced around, catg a reptilian head sneaking a peek from behind a rge stone pilr not too far away.

  “Chi dinner!” I called out, dripping with mock cheer and a dollop of my best bubbly bullshit as I waved at Redtail.

  “Bke?” my snack uttered, his voice dripping with disbelief.

  “Yeah,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes, “who else did you expect, Mother Teresa?”

  “Who?” he started, his fusion almost ical as he shook his head, “You… look different, more like a hyuman.”

  I gnced down at myself, and yep, instead of just rog the white silk face, I had exposed shoulders, and even my hands were swathed in silk. It looked like I was donning a chic bck summer dress rather than parading around as a bck abomination with a white mask. Seems like I was nailing Polymorph—no idea how, but I chalk it up to all those subscious insight skills at work. I couldn’t help but smirk at that.

  Holding my hand out, I closed my eyes and jured a new eye at the tip of my finger, chug, “Bke, phone home,” as I admired my appearance. I looked devilishly beautiful—kind of like a goth version of that actress who pyed Furiosa—the sed ohough I kept my long bck hair. Not gonna lie; I’ve always envied how pretty she was.

  With my body rog, skin and dress looking stunning as fuck, I put away my glowing fiip and swayed toward the lizard, never breaking eye tact. It’s amusing how I, as a former human, didn’t find the act of ing ross or repulsive. In fact, it’s a strangely satisfyiion that I simply delight in. The temptation to feast on others is too great to ignore.

  “I thought you made a run for it,” I smiled predatorily.

  The lizard gnced everywhere but into my eyes, as if admitting his guilt. “I—I did,” he nodded. “I even made it past the red toad’s chamber… when I noticed five hyumans I didn’t reize,” he gulped before adding, “they spotted me and started hurling spells my way without so much as a greeting. I barely escaped.” He gnced down. “I was stuck with two options: head back here to see if you survived—which, after seeing those three statues, I didn’t think ossible; head down to the deep roads,” he poi a set of stairs to the left I hadn’t noticed before, he entrao the final boss chamber, “or exit the dungeon.”

  “Deep roads,” I mumbled. “That’s three options, isn’t it?” I uttered as I crossed my arms. “Also, you covered a lot of ground in a short time.”

  “I wasn’t having to escort someone around who stantly looked for bosses to fight and dead monsters’ corpses to eat—”

  “So,” I quickly interrupted. “That’s the exit to the dungeht there?” I asked.

  “It is.”

  “And why did I have to fight the final boss?”

  “Because you went on about wanting skills,” he shrugged.

  “I did?” I scratched my before shrugging. “Yeah, that sounds like me. So, about these five others,” I smiled. “Tell me more.”

  The lizard raised his head, “There isn’t anything to tell. I ran before I—hrrrk!” His words were abruptly smothered as my ched, gooey fist crashed into his mouth!

  A delightful orchestra of muffled screams and gurgled whimpering ensued as my arm morphed into a writhiacle, delving deep down his throat. Simultaneously, I unleashed Silk Webbing, swiftly coing his body in silk before he could muster aance. I skipped Paralysis—after all, I relished the struggle now. Meanwhile, Terror’s Infusion was in full effect. Oh, the sheer ecstasy of watg him squirm and struggle in my grasp! It was a blissful spectacle, far surpassing the sadistitasy I’d eained earlier.

  “Ah, yes,” I cooed with mock appreciation. “Looks like I won’t be needing your oh-so-helpful guidanymore. But don’t worry, I look forward to our delightful enter when I fetch that dungeon core,” I smirked darkly. “Your werewolf boss did mention something about you dungeon people being able to respawn o’s returned, right?”

  Grrk.

  His feeble struggle was rather toug, almost cute, whily sweetened my twisted delight. The more he resisted, the more my perverse joy bubbled over. It was just like my daydream—I was even monologuing most of the same quotes that I had rehearsed in my head.

  “Oh, fuck yes! Go deeper, Bke, deeper,” I urged myself in a twisted serenade of self-gratification. “This is just the way I fantasized about it,” I moaned, running my free hand down my side, eyes shut in depraved pleasure, my fingers roaming on toward my thighs.

  The tremors rippling through him were more my own shivers of ecstasy as I slid deeper into myself. The sensation was divine, my body shifting and f the correct parts as I plunged further into my owhs while simultaneously ramming through him. My tentacle tis merciless invasion, burrowing deeper into his innards, spearing through his stomach, and weaving through his delicious iines.

  I pouted as the cold air kissed the tip of my tentacle, now protruding from his other end, craving to delve even deeper into him. Only then did I activate Corrosive. With that, the final aehe unmistakable quake of his body as he unleashed a blood-curdling, muffled scream. My acidic appendage seared him from the i, exeg its lethal magic.

  I deliberately withheld Venomous, not wanting to finish things too prematurely—always hated that about men. Eager to add a bit of spito the mix, I unleashed Blight, watg i satisfa as pus-filled blisters and lesioed across his flesh as we both screamed.

  Sadly, much like my daydreams, even the best fantasies must e to an end. As his cries faded, I unleashed my own—a cacophony of maniacal moans and ughter that echoed through the stone corridors. I withdrew my fingers from my gooey insides, panting in bliss, sav the exquisite cresdo of his delightful taste and agony.

  Holy fuck!

  That.

  Was.

  “Amazing!” I gasped. “I really hat,” I panted, still catg my breath.

  It was strange; I could feel the air entering me as though I had actual lungs now. I stood there for a long moment, sav the sensation as the st bits of the lizard dissolved away, all while reliving that moment in my head for as long as possible.

  Not feeling particurly in any rush, I still ended up skipping the descriptions of my two skills—really, Poison Spit and Corrosive Cloud (or was it Acid Breath? Whatever!)—they were self-expnatory. That said, I decided it was high time to allocate a precious skill point into one particur skill I had once sidered repetitive, but now seemed perfectly aligned with the persona I retty sure that t was steerioward—something Nightmarish.

  V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE

  ActivateSpell

  Seleg Spell: [Fear]

  Status: Active

  Type: Spell

  Activation: Cast

  [Fear] is now set as an active skill.

  V:\>

  I goward the exit and then back the way I had e, a dark and cruel smile pying on my lips. There were only two ways to acquire skills now that the core was gone, and bosses were off the menu. And if I’d learned anything from my st fight, it was that I wasn’t strong enough to go after that core—yet!

  Whistling a chilling little tune, “Owo, I’m ing for you,” I began my sinister prance back toward the toad’s boss chamber. As I hopped, skipped, and jumped, shadows danced on the cold dungeon walls, each echo transf into repetitive ghostly whispers of my tune.