Chapter 35 Leticia and Misia
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ugh, what should we do?” Kanata sighed, slumping in front of El after returning to the original dungeon.
”Well, there’s nothing we can do about it this time,” El replied, looking just as troubled after hearing the whole story.
After that, he’d quickly renovated a new platform and left its management to Kuu-chan before returning here. The core room there is connected to this one via a Teleportation Array, so they can move freely between them. Since Link lives there, he can monitor and modify the other dungeon from this core room too.
Kuu-chan’s dungeon currently has three layers. The deepest, third layer, is similar to this one, with a Main Room and Residential Area. The second layer is a Great Hall serving as a Spawning Area, connected by a Great Maze of corridors. The first layer is the Thieves’ former base, left open as their hideout. The maze leads to another central chamber.
The entrance hall we first used remains intact, repurposed as a Spider Silk production site. Only authorized individuals can use the Teleportation Array there. The Arachne living here will use it to travel back and forth.
Dungeon rules require a path to the next layer, so he struggled with connecting the first and second layers. Honestly, he didn’t want to allow access to the second layer, but the rules are strict. In the end, he placed a trapdoor in the first layer’s maze, leading directly to the second. A one-way Teleportation Array allows return, clearly marked so trapped adventurers can find it easily.
Frankly, he doesn’t want this dungeon to be conquered. The only monsters inside are Kuu-chan’s Tarentula Species and naturally spawned creatures. Once hatched, the monsters roam freely, some even using the Teleportation Array to reach the first layer and beyond. Anyone trying to conquer it would need the resolve to fight hordes of Tarentula.
As for the captured Thieves, I’ve hired them all. They can still use their hideout as a base and blockade nearby streets, but they must surrender 30% of their earnings. They’re forbidden from harming captured women and must report everything. In return, he’ll send Succubi regularly. If they spot thief-hunting parties, they’re to notify him. Depending on the situation, hr might send reinforcements, but they’re expected to handle it themselves.
Organizing, explaining, and confirming all this took two full days, so he hasn’t seen Leticia, Misia, or the other captured maids since their initial encounter. He teleported them here and immediately sent them to their rooms, leaving no time for proper conversation. Now, he’s discussing everything with El…
”Kanata, why don’t you rest today? You haven’t slept much these past three days,” El suggested gently.
”I’ll gather the information while you rest,” she added.
”Alright, thanks,” he agreed, heading back to his room.
Lying on the bed, a wave of loneliness washed over him. The dim room felt too quiet, the shadows pooling in the corners. He sat up, fingers tracing the edge of the blanket, wondering who to call. Sara was still out, and Amisa and Lena had been caught up in their own worlds lately…
”Well, might as well…” He murmured, summoning a familiar room and calling for its occupant.
”You called, Master?” Misia stepped inside, her voice soft, her silhouette framed by the flickering candlelight.
”Yeah, I’m in the mood,” he said, his tone firm, leaving little room for hesitation.
”Eh…?” Misia froze, her eyes wide, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks.
”Or I’ll call Leticia instead,” he added, his gaze steady. Misia’s shoulders slumped slightly, her resolve wavering.
”I’ll… serve you, Master,” she whispered, stepping closer, her hands trembling as she smoothed her dress, her expression caught between nerves and duty.
”Go ahead, Master… take your time,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, her eyes downcast.
He leaned closer, his hand brushing her arm, sending a shiver through her. Her breath hitched, her body tensing under his touch, the air between them growing heavy.
”Mmm… ah…” Her soft sounds filled the quiet, laced with nervous anticipation.
After a moment, he drew nearer, his presence commanding. Misia gasped, her body shifting as if caught off guard, her cheeks burning brighter.
”Hyaah!?” Her voice trembled, the sound echoing faintly in the room.
He paused, then pressed closer, his movements deliberate, his hand guiding her gently.
”Ah… please…” Misia’s voice wavered, her body caught in a delicate dance of tension and surrender. Her breaths grew uneven, her fingers clutching the edge of the bed as she reached a quiet, trembling peak.
”Haa… haa…” She slumped forward, catching her breath, her face flushed.
But he urged her to continue, his voice low and encouraging.
”Y-yes… I understand…” Misia nodded, her movements hesitant at first, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The warmth of her presence was overwhelming, her efforts growing steadier, more fervent. Her soft sounds mingled with the rustle of fabric, the room alive with their shared rhythm.
”Good… keep going,” he murmured, his tone warm. Misia’s pace quickened, her breaths sharp, though she faltered at times, overwhelmed.
Just as the moment intensified, he drew back, leaving her breathless, her chest rising and falling.
”Cough… cough…” Misia pressed a hand to her lips, her face a mix of relief and lingering warmth.
As a reward, he touched her shoulder, a sharp, teasing gesture that made her jump.
”Eeii!” Misia’s voice was high, her body jolting. He guided her to stand, her hands bracing against the wall as he stepped closer, his presence steady and commanding.
”Hiii!?” Misia’s breath caught, her body swaying slightly, caught in the moment. The room hummed with their shared energy, her soft sounds rising and falling.
After a while, he shifted her gently, his touch more urgent, their rhythm seamless.
”Ah! Aahh!” Misia’s voice was soft but unbroken, her body moving in sync with his.
”Mmm… ah… I’m…” Her words faltered, her voice a mix of wonder and surrender.
”Haa… haa… it’s… overwhelming…” Her breaths grew ragged, her hands gripping the wall.
”Aah… I… can’t… hold on…” Her voice trembled, reaching a breathless crescendo.
”N-no… it’s too much… I’m… I’m there…” Her words dissolved into a soft cry, her body trembling faintly.
He steadied her, his touch firm yet gentle, holding her close as the moment peaked.
”It’s here,” he whispered, his voice low, grounding her.
Misia’s body softened, her breaths uneven, a faint flush spreading across her cheeks.
”Haa… haa…” She leaned into him, exhausted but content.
He murmured softly in her ear, his words warm. “You did well, Misia…”
Her cheeks burned brighter, and she nodded faintly, her body still trembling.
He lifted her gently, guiding her to sit, her form relaxed but unsteady.
”W-what now?” Misia’s voice was small, her eyes wide with nervous curiosity.
”I thought I’d tend to you a bit more,” he said, his tone teasing.
”Hiii… please…” Misia’s voice wavered, her hands clutching the edge of her dress.
He paused, then called for Leticia, a faint smirk on his lips.
”Wait!” Misia’s voice cut through, soft but urgent.
”So, you’re ready?” he asked, his gaze locking with hers.
”Uuu… I…” Misia hesitated, then nodded, her resolve firming.
Leticia arrived, her steps hesitant. “You called, Master?”
”Yeah, your maid needs guidance. You’ll help her.”
He handed Leticia a small, ornate tool, its purpose unclear but suggestive.
”What’s this?” Leticia’s voice trembled, her cheeks flushing.
”Use it to help Misia… or take her place,” he said, his tone leaving little room for refusal.
Leticia’s face burned, but she knelt beside Misia, her hands unsteady.
”I’m sorry, Misia… I’ll be gentle,” she whispered, her voice thick with apology.
She guided the tool with care, her movements slow, deliberate. Misia gasped, her body tensing, then softening as a strange warmth spread through her.
”Hiu!” Misia’s voice was soft, her eyes fluttering.
The tool’s effect was subtle but powerful, drawing soft sounds from Misia as Leticia moved with care.
”Mmm… haa…” Misia’s voice grew sweeter, her body swaying slightly.
”Ah… aah… n-no…” Her words were breathless, caught between protest and surrender.
”I’m sorry, Misia,” Leticia murmured, her own face flushed as she continued.
The rhythm intensified, Misia’s sounds growing louder, more urgent.
”No… no… aah! It’s… too much!” Misia’s voice trembled, her body arching faintly.
”Aan… no… I don’t want to… feel this…” Her words faltered, her breaths ragged.
As the moment peaked, Misia’s voice broke into a soft cry, her body trembling.
”No! Aah… I’m… I’m there…” She slumped forward, breathless, her cheeks flushed.
Leticia paused, her own breath uneven, her eyes glinting with a mix of guilt and fascination.
”I’m so sorry, Misia,” she whispered, though her voice held a faint tremor of something else.
Misia steadied herself, turning to face him, her expression resolute despite her flushed cheeks.
”Go ahead…” she murmured, her voice soft but steady.
He drew closer, his touch firm, guiding her with care. Misia’s breath caught, her body responding to his presence, the room alive with their shared rhythm.
”Hyaaan!” Her voice was high, echoing faintly as they moved together.
The air thrummed with intensity, Misia’s soft sounds mingling with the creak of the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as the moment built.
”N-no! I’m… I’m there…” Her voice broke, her body softening in his hold.
He guided her gently, their connection deep and unspoken. Slowly, he eased back, watching her catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with warmth.
He lifted Misia, holding her close, then turned to Leticia, drawing her near. His touch was teasing, his lips brushing hers, keeping her on edge without pushing further.
Misia’s soft sounds filled the room, her presence grounding the moment. Leticia’s breath hitched, her eyes glistening with unspoken longing, but he kept his focus on Misia.
”…N-no! There… aah! I’m… I’m there…” Misia’s voice trembled, reaching a quiet peak.
He eased back, his touch gentle, watching Misia’s flushed face soften. Leticia’s eyes flickered with a mix of relief and something unspoken.
”That’s enough. You can go back,” he said, his voice calm.
Leticia hesitated, her expression unreadable. “…Nothing. I’ll take my leave,” she murmured, slipping out of the room.
Leticia began to leave with Misia, but he told her to leave Misia behind.
”What? Or do you want to stay?”
Leticia glared at him before leaving silently.
He used Misia as a pillow, her body still limp. Monitoring Leticia’s room, he watched as she comforted herself, her movements desperate and lonely.
Smiling, he fell into a deep sleep, the dungeon’s expansion complete, though new troubles loomed on the horizon.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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