It seemed that once Charles and I got our orgasm, the aphrodisiac that the succubus named Grace had concocted, quickly lost its effects.
I tried to kiss Charles on the lips, as a sign of gratitude for such a magnificent display of virility--and for making a damn good job fucking my brains out--but once he discharged all of his seed inside me, his gaze looked absent. As if he was saying, 'what am I doing here?'
And yes, I won't call him Charlie anymore.
Saying nothing, I remained on the bed, opening my User Interface and slowly equipping back every piece of my battle gear, while he stepped back to put on his pants, too ashamed to even look me in the eye.
"There is a bathroom here," he said after opening a door. "Those last bosses gave us some rewards, too. You should check them out before we go fight the last boss."
"Yes, thanks," I replied to him before the door separated us. "I knew this was too good to be true…"
Whatever.
Let's see the spoils of war.
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+++ Professor Spiegel's Reward +++
You have received: 150 Gold and an artifact
Master's First Magic Tome (A book containing basic spells. Grants you the ability to cast a Shadow spell. 3 uses per day.)
+++ Housekeeper Bilmur's Reward +++
You have received: 150 gold and an artifact
Master's Keepsake (A bracelet. Allows you to survive a fatal wound. 1 use per day.)
+++ Butler Marick's Reward +++
You have received: 150 gold and an artifact
Master's First Ring (A silver ring. Grants you a 100% power boost to a single attack. 1 use per day)
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Okay, I don't have the time to learn what those shadow spells do. I will equip the Master's Keepsake and the Master's First Ring, since I benefit from them immediately… And… Oh, look, I'm level 7.
Now, let's check the most important thing.
I have 588 gold.
I… can't recall what the reward for clearing this mansion was… Let me check again… 500 gold.
So, if we make it, I'll finally have 1000 gold to buy the makeup set, and some extra to pay for tonight's inn and my meals.
Let's… LET'S FUCKING DO THIS!
"I got some very good gear from those bosses, what about you?" Charles asked, exiting the restroom.
"YES! LET'S KILL THAT LAST BASTARD!"
"Whoah, someone's in good spirits," he grinned. "But we can't do that just yet. We need a plan. This is the final boss we're talking about. Dylak himself. Let me check if the others have finished yet."
"I'LL GO!" I jumped out of the bed, kissed Charles on his cheek, and opened the room's door. "Rest here meanwhile, and you better come up with a good strategy, you hear me?"
Leaving him no time to reply, I crossed the corridor, feeling invigorated. Even if Charles had sex with me only because of the aphrodisiac, I had a good time. Who would have thought that War and Sex could be such a good combination? And best of all, I was closer to my next goal! By judging our last battle's teamwork, I could confidently say that this Dylak guy was gonna be toast.
With a grin on my face, I opened the kitchen door and joyfully cried: "Are you guys done yet? It's time we…" But my mouth shut at the sight of Steve, furiously pushing his hips against Grace.
"Oh, Steve! You're tearing me apart!"
"A-am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"
"NO! KEEP GOING! Your cock is the best I've had in my entire life! No offense, Dan…"
Besides them was the aforementioned lanky guy, with his flaccid, dripping dick still in plain view, staring at them, mesmerized by the show.
"I'll come back in another 5 minutes…" I said quietly, although I'm sure nobody heard me. "No, in 20… I'll be back in 20 minutes. Yes…"
I quietly closed the door, exhaled, walked two, three steps towards the room Charlie was in, before finally stopping. I leaned my back against the wall and slowly sat on the floor. Something was crawling on the back of my neck, and it was not an insect nor a monster. I then felt it on my chest and began to cry. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks. I just… couldn't…
"Steve… you prick… If you'd have only given me a chance back in that inn… A-and what's with that vague statement about you getting 1000 gold to be with me again? I-I don't believe you, asshole…"
Weeping as quietly as I could, something else happened to my senses. Frowning, I inspected my hand, but I couldn't feel it's movement. It was in front of me, alright, but when had I risen it?
It was the same with my head. Even though I was looking at my surroundings, I couldn't feel it attached to my neck. Then, something worse... I got frozen in my place, unable to breathe or smell. My whole existence felt as if I was falling into the depths of space… But I wasn't moving anywhere, I was still there, in that stupid mansion, gaze locked at the wall in front of me.
The tacky wallpaper was adorned with red flowers. I knew them quite well. That flower was my mother's favorite, even if it was kind of morbid to even like it.
Lycoris, the flower of death.
Unable to move, I had to endure watching them. Dozens, hundreds of them, suddenly dancing, as if they were mocking my mortality.
Wait, were they really dancing? It seemed like it. Until I noticed that the whole wall seemed to get closer. No, it was actually bending towards me!
My heart shrunk. What was happening? Was the final boss, Dylak, attacking us already? Was he a master of illusions, trapping his enemies in a forced slumber, feeding from their nightmares?
But once a red system message appeared in front of me, I felt more terrified than the idea of a dream-sucking demon lord.
+++ CONNECTION LOST +++
What are you talking about, Ms. System? Are you playing a prank on me? We can't get disconnected from The Novus, you silly! It's… It's impossible… Right?
Then pitch-black darkness.
Unable to move, nor feel, nor breath, nor nothing.
I suppose this is what dying feels like. While the body slowly decays, the brain stubbornly hangs into the little electricity it can muster. Until it runs out of oxygen because the lungs can't provide it anymore, and the blood stops pumping it.
Oh, great… I died without being able to know if this spaceship would make it safe. Without being able to reach max level and turn into a beautiful woman.
Without being able to fall in love again.
Without being able to grow old.
I died alone.
Fading into obscurity.
Trapped in this boy's body forever.
I don't blame you, mom.
I truly don't…
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+++ CONNECTING . . . +++