Volume 2 Chapter 51 Interlude: Haruka-san is Kept in Suspense ④*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Once inside the Phase Three Dungeon¹, the thick, heavy Dungeon Energy² immediately begins flooding my body.
(As I thought, the energy concentration between Phase Two³ and Phase Three is night and day… I used up so much Dungeon Energy during that Phase Two boss fight and went straight outside afterward, so it makes perfect sense that I ran out of juice before I could use the Rod-Type Pressure Point⁴ on Haruka-san. I definitely need to watch out for that next time.)
While processing these thoughts and letting my energy recharge for a short while, I bolt up the entrance of the Phase Three Dungeon and sprint back to the Guild house.
Quickly stripping out of my Dungeon gear and throwing on normal clothes, I rush back to my bedroom.
From the other side of the door, I can’t hear any strange noises or sense any immediate signs of trouble.
However… my hard-earned instincts as a Dungeon Explorer are screaming at me.
Whatever is waiting for me on the other side… is bound to be absolutely disastrous.
(It’s a little terrifying… but here goes nothing.)
With my palms slick with nervous sweat, I grip the handle and throw the door open.
The first thing that hits me is the smell.
Any lingering trace of my familiar, everyday bedroom is completely gone.
Instead, the room is thick with an overwhelming reek of sweat, hot breath, saliva, tears, and slick—the intoxicating, heavy musk of a female completely consumed by heat.
It was a scent that dragged my primal male instincts right to the surface.
Just drawing a single breath of that stagnant air into my nose causes my manhood to snap rock-hard, twitching helplessly as it begins to leak pre-c*m.
”……Gulp.”
Swallowing hard, I take a step into my former personal sanctuary—a space that has now been completely overwritten into a twisted, alien territory belonging to someone else.
The next thing that hits me is the sheer humidity.
It feels as though I’ve stepped straight into a tropical Southeast Asian country or the dead of a recent Japanese summer, the thick, sticky moisture clinging heavily to my skin.
To make matters worse, that dense vapor feels like it’s laced with something forbidden.
The moment that slimy humidity wraps around my skin, my heart hammers wildly against my ribs, and my brain starts pumping out excitement substances at maximum capacity.
Just standing here feels like it could drive me to e**culate… the sheer level of arousal is nothing short of tremendous.
”……”
Utterly speechless, I force myself to take one slow step, then another, moving deeper into the bedroom.
With every inch I advance, the air becomes more choked with concentrated sexual substances.
Trying my absolute best not to expel essence from the trembling ache between my legs with every breath I take, I keep moving forward without stopping.
And there, in the deepest corner of my room, it sits.
The master of this bizarre domain—a territory that continuously assaults my sexual sensitivity and drives me mad, like the inner sanctum of a succubus—is sitting there in absolute silence.
”…H-Haruka-san… are you… okay?”
My voice hangs in the air without an answer.
The only real response is the sight of Haruka-san herself, her figure cutting sharply through the dim light of the bedroom.
Her eyes are completely fried, wide and vacant with pure euphoria, her face completely smeared with a continuous stream of tears.
A thick, viscous trail of drool completely drenches my underwear, which is still stretched over her face; the excess saliva slips past her lips, cascading down her throat and tracing the canyon of her massive breasts before turning into a literal waterfall that pours down her stomach.
And at the basin of that waterfall… a literal river is being born from her secret parts.
Just how much Love Juice does someone have to produce to cause something like this?
The phrase Mother Earth naturally springs to mind.
The chair she is sitting on is entirely coated in a glistening layer of her arousal, and from every edge of the seat, thick, stringy lines of fluid stretch and drip onto the floor.
On the floor beneath her, it has already moved past a puddle… it is a full-blown lake.
An incredibly viscous, degenerate fluid that holds the absolute concentration of Haruka-san’s explosive arousal.
The sole source of the intensely erotic scent and suffocating humidity burying this room is this lake of lust that Haruka-san has produced.
If she really is the Mother Earth right now, then what on earth is about to be born from her?
With my mind completely short-circuiting over these philosophical questions, I stand frozen, staring intently at Haruka-san’s face as she sits there with my panties over her head.
She looks completely devoid of sanity, but eventually, she seems to register my presence.
Twitch! Her entire body violently shudders as if rebooting, and those vacant, glassy eyes lock onto me.
We stare at each other in absolute, heavy silence for about a full minute.
Then, Haruka-san’s wet, flushed lips part.
”Haa… fhff… fhff… ♡ Hirosawa-kun… you’re back… aren’t you? ♡ Which means… it’s finally okay… right? ♡”
”I-It’s okay… for what?”
”To finally… let myself go… ? ♡”
My brain completely fails to process the weight of those words.
If the current Haruka-san lets herself go, what will happen? That is a question that completely breaks past the limits of human comprehension.
But my stunned silence is something Haruka-san takes as absolute permission.
──RIIIP!
The leather restraints binding her arms are torn to shreds.
──CRACK! CREAK!
The restraints anchoring her legs shatter into splinters from nothing more than a slight shift of her weight.
And then, with my underwear still draped over her head, Haruka-san slowly rises to her feet.
”Fhff… haa… fhff… ♡ I can’t… use words anymore… ♡ Prepare yourself… Hirosawa-kun… ♡”
In this very room, a wild, insatiable beast lets out its first cry…
An unstoppable monster of pure lust has just been born.
As for what its birth will bring upon this world… I don’t have the luxury or the mental capacity to care.
The very next instant, those strangely glowing eyes pierce straight through my sight.
Before I can even blink, my body is violently pinned down onto the bed.
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Birth of the erotic beast ＼(^o^)／ It’s all over!
Note to self: keep the teasing play in moderation. I think we’ve probably got exactly one chapter left after this.
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Summary:
Sprinting out of the high-concentration energy zone, Hirosawa rushes back home to check on his bedroom’s status. The threshold breaks down to reveal an intense, humid, pheromone-soaked alternate territory where Haruka-san is sitting. A single silent minute stretches out between them until she systematically shatters her physical bindings and lunges forward.
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Trivia:
- The protagonist’s sudden drop in energy levels occurred due to over-expenditure during the prior boss battle, rendering him unable to maintain his continuous technical deployment before exiting.
- The heavy moisture in the room holds cognitive-altering components that spike the protagonist’s heart rate merely through inhalation
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Character Insight:
Haruka-san undergoes a complete transition from a restrained, teasing state to absolute primal submission to her instincts, completely shattering the mechanical gear to violently claim her territory.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Dungeon – An artificially‑created, androgynous‑beautied woman, once an S‑Class Dungeon Explorer, now serves as the Guild Master of the Dungeon Explorer Guild. She administers a hyper‑advanced dungeon, leading and guiding its members, and is known as the Dungeon Master, wielding authority that shifts with each dungeon phase, her beaming smile a constant hallmark.
• Haruka – Haruka, known as “The Prince,” is a beautiful Holy Priest and Heavenly King with an androgynous face, short black hair, huge breasts, and a nice body. Behind her composed grace and elite healing magic lie burn scars and intense masochistic, submissive desires. Obsessed with Hirosawa’s scent, she falls into an unhinged, aroused state when denied intimacy, while also being tied to Mana, Kosaka, and Kanade.
• Hirosawa – Kanade Hirosawa is a quiet, cute teen Dungeon Explorer, commander of Resonant Melody, and master of his lineage. As Haruka’s primary partner and anchor, he uses a Goblin Sword, Pressure-Point Eye, and restraining tools from a nightstand to dominantly control her intense impulses. After running out of Dungeon Energy in Phase Three, he returns to find his bedroom transformed into a territory of lust where he is pinned, utilizing their scent-triggered bond and her family name during private, erotic encounters.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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