Chapter 248 Magic Traps and Miscalculations Part ② ~Carelessness, Traps, and Guillotines~
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
…Tester Day 107, Evening. 8Stratum¹. Guild ‘White Knight’ member, Soccer Club Party Leader, Yusa Hayato…
”Hah!”
I mowed down the attacking Goblins with a single sweep of my blade and kicked the one that flinched right in the teeth.
Kinta, my Kobold Soldier, followed through, skewering the staggered Goblins with his sword.
”Yusa! More of ’em!”
Seko, the tank, yelled out as he braced his Greatshields against two Goblins. Following Seko’s gaze, I saw five more Goblins piling out of a small room up ahead.
Behind us, Ogata, Takeda, and Toda were still tangled up with the Goblins that had tried to jump us from the shadows.
”Shit! Is this a rush?! Hayashi!”
I whipped my head around and barked at Hayashi, the magic specialist who was currently hanging back behind the others with his spear.
”On it! Fireball²!”
Hayashi gripped his spear in one hand and leveled his palm at the incoming pack, letting a sphere of flame rip. The lead two Goblins were instantly engulfed, turning into screaming torches. The sparks caught the loincloth of another one nearby, setting it ablaze.
”Kinta! Let’s go!”
”Woof!”
I finished off a dying Goblin and charged forward with Kinta at my heels.
”Hey! Don’t leave Kinta behind, you idiot!”
I heard Seko shouting from the rear, but I ignored him.
(I paid a fortune for that Black Iron plate armor; the mutt can handle himself. Seko can hold the line for a few minutes.)
A few minutes later.
”Holy shit… I’m beat!”
”That was brutal…”
Once the last Goblin hit the floor, we all collapsed where we stood.
”Damn it, my leather’s shredded.”
”My Mana’s tapped out. I’ve got enough left for a ‘Light’ spell, and that’s about it.”
”Ah… the tip of my spear is chipped, ssu…”
”Mine’s fine.”
”That’s ’cause Toda-senpai has a Black Iron³ spear, ssu! Mine’s just cheap iron! Captain, you gotta buy me some Black Iron gear too~”
Ogata whined while showing off his damaged weapon.
(As if I have the DP to go around buying Black Iron for everyone…)
”I gave you Mika, didn’t I? We’re broke as hell right now, so suck it up.”
”She’s a shared slave, man! And the only reason we’re broke is ’cause you spent a hundred grand expanding the party room!”
”It was a necessary upgrade. You think I want to spend every night in a closet looking at your ugly asses?”
I’d added two more rooms, and finally, I could actually get some privacy to bang Ria or the Soul-less Doll⁴s without an audience.
”Still, Yusa. A hundred thousand DP is a hell of a hit.”
”He’s right. Especially with the food prices hiking again in three days.”
”Ever since we hit the 7th Stratum, we’ve been eating like horses.”
”I can’t even feel full unless I eat three servings per meal now. My body’s changing.”
”I asked the guys in the Baseball Club, and they said once you hit E+ Rank⁵ your metabolism just goes off the rails. Though I guess it’s different for everyone. I’m usually good after two and a half, ssu.”
”Yeah, I’m probably around there too.”
”That’s exactly why we pushed to the 8Stratum. We need the better drop rates.”
The Gozaru-crew Leader was gone, leaving this entire Stratum to us. We’d probably cleared 170 mobs today alone. I remembered seeing someone familiar talking to that Gozaru-crew guy a few days ago, but I shook the thought away.
(Forget it. We didn’t see anything. I’m not getting us dragged into some revenge vendetta.)
”Haa… how did we get this deep into this shit?”
Seko sighed, resting his chin on the top of his Greatshields.
”When we snuck off to the 6th Stratum, I thought we’d just coast, do some fighting, and spend the rest of the time getting laid.”
”That lasted about three days.”
”How did it go so wrong…?”
”Food bills, man. Plus, we have more Soul-less Dolls than most groups, which adds up.”
”We can’t even afford the dinner sets anymore, ssu.”
”Yeah, well, we’re spending twenty-three hundred DP a day just to eat.”
Breakfast was 550, the lunch bento was 660, and that dinner set was a staggering 1,100. We could only splurge on the big meal once in a while. It had been nothing but breakfast sets and bentos for the last week, plus we had to feed Mika and the Dolls.
Competition was getting fierce on the 7th floor, and if prices went up again, we’d be underwater. That’s why we were here. Even the other ‘White Knight’ members were sweating. Coach Oida was a notorious glutton, so he was probably even more desperate than us.
”Risking our lives for a decent meal. What a world.”
”Hayashi almost got his throat slit by that Guardian on the 7th floor.”
”Ugh, don’t remind me.”
”That was a close one, ssu.”
”The bastard had poison on his daggers, too.”
That Goblin Assassin had been a nightmare. If the guild Nightmare hadn’t released the intel on the 8th Stratum Guardians, someone would have died for sure. Even knowing what to expect, Hayashi got caught by a surprise attack from behind. I’d managed to hit him with a Heal⁶ and an Antidote Potion just in time.
(Losing our magic support that early made the rest of the fight a total slog.)
”Well, look on the bright side. The 8Stratum is a gold mine. We’re clearing two thousand DP per head after expenses. We can breathe for a bit.”
”Yeah, it’s a nice cushion.”
”Party funds are still thin, though.”
”Because the Captain expanded the party room.”
”I said shut up! It’s not like you guys aren’t using the private rooms to have your fun too!”
They were like broken records. They didn’t complain when I used the donation from Coach Hasebe to add the bathhouse.
”Just messing with you. Honestly, the bath makes it better than my room back home.”
”Heh, Mika-senpai loves it too, ssu.”
”Those girls have way more stamina since they ranked up. They can actually go for a few rounds now.”
”We almost ended up on the Guard Captain’s shit list because of her, though, ssu.”
”That was a fucking disaster.”
”Well, she’s never setting foot outside again, so we’re good.”
Mika was a total airhead. After that incident, we’d taken turns with her until she blacked out, then tied her up in the latrine for the rest of the night. She’d been covered in everyone’s piss, crying and begging for forgiveness, but no one felt a lick of pity. We almost got us slaughtered like those guys in the Kickboxing Club. Even Coach Hasebe had lost it, screaming about how she’d touched the one person who was absolutely off-limits.
”Alright, let’s pack it in.”
”Yeah. It’s getting late. Let’s move.”
I stood up, and the rest of the crew followed, retracing our steps through the dungeon.
One hour later.
”Man, I can’t wait to get back and double-team Mika-senpai with Myra-san, ssu.”
”I’m already getting a rager just thinking about it.”
”It’s about that time. I’m ready to go home and sink it in.”
We were halfway back to the teleportation circle, clearing out a few respawned Goblins. The guys were already distracted, talking about the s*x they were going to have as soon as we got back.
(Look at these horny bastards. Well, I can’t blame ’em. I’m ready to get back to Ria myself.)
”Hey, Ogata. Eyes up. Don’t assume the traps haven’t reset yet.”
Seko snapped at Ogata, who was clearly losing focus. Ogata was our designated trap-breaker; he usually used his spear to trigger anything suspicious from a distance.
”Seko’s right. Focus.”
”I’m fine, ssu. The traps in this hall shouldn’t be back yet… wait—”
”You idiot! Look out!”
”Taro!”
Ogata had been swinging his spear around while walking backward. The shaft of his weapon snagged a nearly invisible tripwire stretched across the floor. It was a wall-spear trap. I yelled for Taro to move, hoping his Kobold reflexes could shield the kid.
Squelch!
”GYAAAAAAAH!”
I was a second too late. A heavy iron-tipped spear shot from the wall and buried itself deep in Ogata’s lower abdomen.
”””Ogata!”””
”Guh… ah… it hurts… Captain… Heal… please…”
”I told you to pay attention, you dumbass rookie!”
I rushed over, screaming at him while I assessed the damage. The spear had punched straight through the leather skirt of his armor and into his gut.
”Stop the bleeding! Heal!”
I slammed a Heal spell into his stomach. Ogata’s face was ghost-white, slick with cold sweat and agony.
”I’m pulling it out! Brace yourself!”
While the magic was numbing the worst of it, Seko gripped the spear and yanked it free in one motion.
”GAH…!”
”…Bleeding’s controlled.”
I looked at the wound. Between the leather armor and the reinforced uniform pants, it hadn’t gone as deep as it could have. A few more Heals and he’d be fine without wasting a high-grade potion.
”Ah… gi… no… it’s…”
”Huh? What’s wrong?”
Ogata was whimpering, looking down at himself with a look of pure horror.
”Did it hit your bladder?” Seko asked, leaning in with a grimace.
It didn’t look like it had hit anything vital, but Ogata was acting like he’d been hit with a death curse.
”Wait… look where it hit,” Toda muttered. “Look at the angle.”
”Shit… get his pants off,” Takeda said, reaching for the belt.
(The angle? Oh… oh no.)
I remembered how he was standing when the trap went off. My stomach did a slow roll.
Takeda shoved Ogata’s pants and underwear down in one rough motion.
Thud.
”””””…?!”””””
A bloody, severed piece of meat fell out of his underwear and rolled onto the stone floor.
”Jesus…”
”That is… that’s rough.”
”Ugh… I’m gonna puke.”
”Ogata…”
”Ah… ah… my… my d**k… it’s gone…”
We all stared at the lump of flesh on the ground. Ogata looked like his entire soul had just left his body.
”So… what do we do?”
I looked at Seko and the others, already thinking about the logistics.
”I mean, Yusa… what can we even do? A Grade 3 Potion might… but do we even want to waste one?”
”Yeah,” Takeda muttered, looking away. “The bleeding’s stopped. A few more Heals to close the skin and he’s good, right?”
”I’m with Takeda. Why waste the DP?”
”Besides,” Toda added with a cruel smirk, “Ogata’s was way too long anyway. It’ll probably be more manageable if it’s halved.”
(Damn. No one’s willing to chip in for the kid. Guess he’s learning the hard way.)
I figured I’d let the guy who spoke up first handle the treatment.
I mean, really, if you’re going to reattach a severed piece, you actually have to hold the damn thing in your hand, don’t you?
I wanted to make Ogata do it himself, but the kid was shaking so much from the pain I knew he’d drop it.
If that happened, one of us was going to have to step up anyway.
I really didn’t want to do it-the thought of holding a severed, gory d**k was just revolting.
But as usual, these guys have survival instincts like rats.
”Wh-Whaaaaaaa! You guys are heartless, Senpai! Please, just use a Grade 3 Potion⁷ to stick it back on-ssu!”
While we were busy playing chicken over who had to be the medic, Seko started bawling his eyes out and begging.
”Tch, fine. Whatever. You guys-Rock, Paper, Scissors. Loser holds the d**k.”
I actually started to feel a little bad for him, so I proposed we settle it with a game.
”Well, I guess it’d be a pain if he held a grudge over this later,” one of them muttered.
”Oh man, I am not losing this one.”
”I’m gonna win if it kills me!”
Everyone nodded at my proposal, acting like it was the only way out of this nightmare.
The battle began…
”Gah! Another tie!”
”Whoa! Again?!”
”Seko, you persistent bastard! Just lose already and pick up the d**k!”
”You lose, Yusa!”
After a white-hot struggle, it came down to a final showdown: Me versus Seko.
”Hurry… it’s gonna rot… uuuugh…”
”Look what you’re doing to Ogata, you monster! Just lose already!”
”You’re the Captain! Lead by example and help your subordinate!”
”You’re the Vice-Captain, you prick! Fine! Crap! I’m ending this now! I’m throwing Rock! Don’t you dare throw the same thing! Rock… Paper… SCISSORS! AGHHHHH! I LOST!”
”GAHAHAHA! I knew you’d fall for that bush-league psych-out! Have fun with the d**k-holding, Captain!”
”Man, Yusa always loses.”
”Yeah, he tries to be all ‘galaxy brain’ with his moves, but he sucks at the actual game.”
”Shut the hell up! Fine, I’ll do it! I’m doing it, okay?!”
I kept my leather gloves on and tried to scoop up the piece of meat lying on the ground.
Thud
The leather was too thick; I couldn’t get a grip on the slippery thing.
”Ugh, this is disgusting… Ah, dropped it again.”
”Captain…”
”I know, I know! Just stop crying!”
Reluctantly, I ripped off the gloves and, trembling with revulsion, pinched the d**k between my fingers to lift it.
(God, this is so gross! I can feel the texture!)
I fought back the urge to puke, turning my face away as I shoved the piece against Ogata’s crotch.
”Wa-Wait! Wash it first! It’s covered in sand-ssu!”
”Who cares? It’ll be fine!”
”It’s not fine-ssu! I’ll get an infection! I’ll get some weird dungeon-STD and give it to everyone-ssu!”
”Alright, alright! I’ll wash the damn thing!”
The thought of catching a magical STD was enough to motivate me.
I pulled an Infinite Water Bag⁸ from my belt and rinsed the severed piece off.
(Ugh, now it just looks extra gory.)
Once I was sure the grit was gone, I looked away again, pressed it back onto the stump of Ogata’s manhood, and took the Grade 3 Potion Seko had pre-opened.
”Wa-Wait! It’s upside down! You’ve got the top and bottom swapped-ssu! If I try to piss, I’m gonna spray my own face!”
Once again, Ogata put the brakes on the operation.
Since I was looking away the whole time, I hadn’t realized I’d botched the orientation.
”God, you are such a pain in the ass.”
(I mean, what’s wrong with a little reverse-pissing?)
Fighting through the nausea, I used my fingers to rotate the piece 180 degrees and jammed it back onto the raw surface.
I checked the alignment out of the corner of my eye and poured the Grade 3 Potion over the seam.
In an instant, the flesh began to knit itself back together.
Before I could even blink, the d**k was whole again.
I’ve seen guys from other guilds reattach limbs, but seeing it happen to a junk-piece is something else.
”Alright, drink the rest of it.”
”Yes… Ah… Thank god… I’m so glad I’m not gonna be a short-stack for the rest of my life…”
Seko chugged the remaining potion, tears of relief streaming down his face as the pain finally vanished.
His expression went from agony to total bliss.
”Hmph. Well, glad you’re fixed up.”
”I’m just glad I didn’t have to touch it. Seriously, next time you get stabbed, try to get hit somewhere else.”
”Ogata, don’t let your guard down like that again.”
”For real. You made us burn a precious Grade 3 Potion. Those things cost a fortune.”
”I-I’m sorry, Senpai. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
While the rest of the guys gave him a hard time, Ogata apologized profusely while pulling his underwear and pants back up.
I was just about to call it a day and head for the exit when it happened.
”Huh? Wait? AAAAAAHH! It’s crooked! It’s crooked-ssu, Captain!”
Ogata, mid-way through dressing, screamed and shoved his exposed, raw junk back in our faces.
”Huh? Oh, damn. You’re right.”
From the reattachment point upward, Ogata’s d**k was misaligned.
The top half was skewed about 10 or 15 degrees to the right.
”Yeah, that’s definitely a bit of a curveball.”
”Pissing is gonna be an Olympic sport for you now, kid.”
”I think it’s fine. They say ‘right-leaning gentlemen’ have more character, right?”
”It’s not fine-ssu! It’s not just curved, it’s literally shifted! If I get hard like this, Mika-senpai and the others are gonna laugh their heads off-ssu!”
”Don’t sweat it. Mika is obsessed with you anyway.”
”Hey, we could always chop it off and try again?”
”Ugh… No… I’ll pass-ssu… I’ll just… I’ll just be grateful it’s attached at all.”
At Hayashi’s suggestion of a second amputation, Ogata turned pale and decided he could live with a bit of a zigzag.
(I mean, it’s your own fault for being careless, right? We used one of our only two Grade 3 Potions on you. And you made me touch your gross junk. Stop complaining.)
God, I can still feel the texture of his d**k on my fingers.
I need to get home fast, find my s*x slaves, and rub their tits until the memory of Ogata’s junk is completely overwritten.
With that, we high-tailed it through the Labyrinth⁹ and headed for home.
That night.
I figured I’d offer Ogata a little backup if Mika and the girls started making fun of his crooked member.
We all gathered in the party room and started a massive orgy.
That’s when the screaming started.
”Ah! Ahhh! Ogata, oh my god! It’s hitting! It’s hitting the spot perfectly!”
”Really-ssu?! Then I’m gonna add some torque-ssu! Corkscrew Piston¹⁰!”
”Aaaaah! It’s incredible! What is this?! It feels like it’s being gouged out! It feels so good!”
”Hey, swap with me already! Hajime is my boyfriend!”
”Wait, Mika! Ah! Ah! This is seriously amazing! And… and he’s lasting way longer than before!”
…
..
.
”…Are you kidding me?”
I stood there, completely floored, watching Mika and Chiemi literally fight over who got to ride Ogata next.
”I never would have guessed… a crooked d**k would make women this happy…”
”And he’s got more stamina now? I’m actually jealous.”
”Dammit… maybe I should cut mine… No, that’s crazy… but look at how happy Mika is…”
Seko and the others watched with expressions of pure disbelief, absently pumping away into their own Soul-less Dolls as they stared.
Hayashi looked like he was actually contemplating grabbing a knife and doing some “self-adjustment.”
”Wahahaha! Fall before the power of my reborn c**k-ssu!”
From that day forward, Ogata was known throughout the club as “Shift-Dick Ogata,” the man every guy envied.
It got so bad that some of the idiots in the soccer club actually started trying to trigger Labyrinth traps on purpose, hoping for a similar “accident.”
Seriously… what a bunch of morons.
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Summary:
Yusa’s party successfully navigates the 8th Stratum while battling monsters and debating rising living costs. Their focus on returning for leisure is shattered when Ogata triggers a spear trap due to negligence. The group discovers a permanent injury to their junior and must decide whether to invest resources in his recovery
A tense Labyrinth surgery concludes with Ogata’s severed limb being reattached with a noticeable fifteen-degree rightward shift. The party returns home where the narrator seeks to forget the gruesome experience through debauchery. An orgy ensues where the group discovers that Ogata’s misalignment provides an unprecedented level of pleasure to his partners
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Trivia:
- The mention of the Baseball Club’s metabolism shifts suggest ranking up has biological side effects
- The previous conflict with a ‘Guard Captain’ implies a tense relationship with dungeon authorities
- The narrator specifically used leather gloves initially but had to remove them for precision.
- Ogata’s performance after the healing is noted as being ‘delayed’ (lasting longer).
- The ‘Soul-less Dolls’ are used by the supporting male cast during the orgy scene
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Character Insight:
The party demonstrates a cold, utilitarian bond where survival and DP conservation outweigh the well-being of a junior member.
Ogata shifts from a state of total agony and cowardice to arrogant pride as his ‘deformity’ becomes a coveted physical advantage.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Hayato – The given name of Yusa, the soccer club captain and strategist for the party.
• Yusa – Captain of the soccer club and White Knight party leader, he owns a Soul‑less (blonde) Doll and is a skilled swordsman. Casual, pragmatic, and playboy‑like, he prefers adult women while remaining cold‑hearted and strategic.
• Kinta – Summoned Kobold Soldier, now ranked up by Yusa, dons black iron armor and wields a sword, serving as the party’s meat shield.
• Seko – Tall, well‑built second‑year tank and vice‑captain of the soccer club, he leads as goalkeeper for Yusa’s party, wielding Greatshields and bearing a Soul‑less Doll.
• Takeda – Second‑year student, soccer‑club member, and magic specialist in Tomoya Yuki’s siscon battle‑sport party. 170 cm, clean average looks, cautious cynical gamer‑brain Master who owns slaves Sugita Masako and Irina, cultivates women with items, obsessed with beautiful girls and idol‑producer games, recently bought Cosmetic Surgery Medicine for his partner, and wields a Soul‑less Doll.
• Ogata – A first-year student and trap specialist in the ‘White Knight’ guild, subordinate to upperclassmen, he wields a soul-less doll and owns the slave Mika, under the command of Yusa Hayato while serving as a key member of the Soccer Club.
• Toda – A 2nd-year student and member of the soccer club party who possesses a Soul-less Doll and a Black Iron spear.
• Hayashi – A 2nd-year student in charge of magic for the party who provides support with a spear and fire-based spells.
• Mika – 2nd‑year high school girl, airheaded soccer club member turned community toilet; dyed blonde hair with messy roots, small breasts, hag‑like without makeup but looks decent cleaned up; now a purchased slave under “Total Submission” with C‑cup enhancement drugs. Deeply infatuated with Ogata, she feels intense pleasure from his misaligned injury during a group encounter.
• Ria – Blonde soulless doll of Yusa Hayato, the soccer club party leader. High school age.
• Oida – A PE teacher with a large build and a plain, non-intimidating face. He was formerly an Olympic developmental athlete for Judo. He uses a greatsword in the dungeon and wears tattered jerseys.
• Hasebe – Soccer club coach described as a playboy. Uses a spear. Former professional soccer striker who played for overseas clubs a decade ago. Divorced with children. Currently working as a teacher/coach in the dungeon. 32 years old.
• Taro – The given name of a character, likely a summon or follower, referred to by Yusa during the trap activation.
• Rock – A grey‑furred male Kobold from the Magic Sealing Crystal, with round Shiba‑Inu eyes, sports a leather jacket and pilot’s cap. He serves as a frontline defender, wielding a greatshield and Black Iron short‑spear, acting as a reliable, lazy older‑brother figure who anchors the party, breaks enemy charges and clears space for Yakumo and allies.
• Hajime – A male member of the group identified as Mika’s boyfriend, though Mika prioritizes her time with Ogata during the orgy.
• Chiemi – Second‑year high‑school girl, Mika’s friend, air‑headed with a flat chest and an oversized rear. She’s pursued by Yusa Hayato’s soccer club and now joins the party‑room scene, vying with Mika for Ogata’s attention. She’s surprised and pleased by Ogata’s improved sexual performance.
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