As the door closed behind him with a click, he retrieved his weapon from the inventory.
'At least I don't have to load the BBs in the magazines manually.'
A pleasant surprise he found was that putting the pistol and magazines into his inventory loaded them with the BB pellets automatically. Of course, he imagined he had to switch magazines manually, but that was the least. Still, as a precaution, he inspected the magazine, and once he saw all was in order, he reloaded and cocked back the hammer to rack up a round.
'Time to hunt a Bogey, I guess.'
With only two paths forward, he went up the stairs, pistol at the ready. He came upon a common room with a fireplace on the right, a staircase to the left that led to the second floor, and a pair of double doors forward. There were also two doors littered about, both locked. His first course of action was to unlock the doors beside the fireplace and staircase that he was sure led to the maze of corridors.
The second thing he did was to begin looting. Using his handy switchblade and lockpicks, no drawer was left unopened, no glass display remained unshattered, and no antique vases were left unbroken. Throughout it all, he came away with more currency, ammo, and a silver coin. He looked at the coin, finding it to be larger than the copper coin but smaller than the gold coin.
Looking back at the display room, he supposed that this particular coin was the one he would use to access the display cases. Unfortunately, he also remembered that the display cases had numbers on them, so he would need more silver coins.
No Hi-Cappa for him yet.
"God dammit"
Before he could lament his current situation, however, there was a bang by one of the doors next to the fireplace. Stanley turned around, pistol ready, only to be surprised when instead of an eight foot thicc girl, it was a significantly shorter zombie girl wearing a sexy maid costume. The sight of the objectively pretty corpse maid managed to calm his heckles despite her abrupt and shocking entrance.
As for the zombie maid, her pale gray eyes met his before surveying the room. As she did, he noted how her previously dull visage began to show an increase in a single emotion, anger. Out of curiosity, he followed along her line of sight, noting the vandalized drawers, busted display cabinets, and broken antique vases.
"Oh"
He had messed up and vandalized what was once a pristine room; of course, as a maid, she would be pissed off.
Of course, she would be pissed.
*RARGH*
And pissed off she was as the maid began to shamble forward with her expression twisted in annoyance as she reached her hand out. Unfortunately, despite her rage, she could only manage the typical zombie shamble in motion. Stanley, on the other hand, had more than enough space and skill to put one on her forehead.
*BANG*
Stanley jumped as the sound of a live round went off and the zombie's head jerked back.
'That's new'
There certainly wasn't a live-round sound when they did the Easter thing, not that he was complaining. The only thing he could complain about was the fact that, because it was a spring-loaded pistol, he needed to draw back the hammer to load a round into the chamber upon each fire. In the end, it took five shots to the dome before the zombie maid went down and disappeared, leaving more currency.
"That is such bullshit."
Five headshots for a single kill was utterly ludicrous but the worst part is that it was par for the course with the Resident Evil games.
"Whatever."
After going up to the second floor, Stanley realized that he definitely triggered enemy spawn as the bedroom he came upon had another zombie maid in it, and it took around the same amount of headshots to kill her. He didn't even get any returns on that investment, as she dropped copper coins. Walking down the opposite hallway, he came upon a locked door with what appeared to be one half of a figure featuring a succubus with her palms up.
Simple puzzle; he just needed to find the other half of that succubus idol to open the door. Moving on to the last door on the corridor, he opened the door only to be met with the lower half of a leotard-clad body and thick thighs.
"WHOA SHI-HMPH!"
Before he could jump back, a big, meaty paw moved with surprising swiftness and enveloped his head. Just as he thought the appendage was incredibly soft, the Bogey handled him with such care that he hardly felt any kind of pain or discomfort despite literally lifting him by the head. He felt his body swing around, but that didn't stop him from popping one off her wrist, which did fuck all. Before he could pull back the hammer to load another round, Miss X slapped, or rather flicked, the pistol out of his hand.
In the next moment, his entire body was enveloped in plush softness as Miss X gave him a full-body hug. If he wasn't already used to such things from Ezraphel, it might have been enough to incapacitate him with warm softness. Unfortunately for the Bogey/Golem, however, she had nothing on a Lilim, and so rather than being placidly incapacitated, Stanley felt annoyed. He was annoyed at both being caught and what he needed to do to get out of this particular situation.
Using his Incubi strength, he reached down with the ease of someone who has done this many times before and grabbed Miss X by the pussy. He felt her body stiffen, incidentally pulling him more into her softness. Stanley didn't stop there and immediately found the nub he was looking for through the now slightly damp leotard and pinched.
"Aahn~"
With a moan of pleasure, Miss X dropped Stanley; he wasted no time as he scrambled to his feet with a switchblade in hand. His eyes darted about the immediate vicinity, and he noted that while she had him, Miss X had brought them into the room that looked like some kind of tea room. At least that's how it looked, given that the room had various potteries on various cabinets and a table with a tea set on it.
It was at this table that he saw his discarded weapon and practically lunged for it. After picking it up, he cocked back the slide, loaded another pellet in the chamber, and took aim. By that point, Miss X had already recovered, and just as she met his gaze,
*Bang*
One shot to the head made her flinch, and he saw her eyes narrow before she started stomping towards him.
"God, dammit," he grunted, dodging her attempts to scoop him into a bear hug by ducking around the single table in the room.
For a moment, he thought she would maneuver around the thing; however, Miss X proved herself to be beyond the trappings of mere videogame programming and simply shoved it aside. While she did this, Stanley switched his aim from her head to her knees and fired. It took several shots before the Bogey fell to her knees.
*Click*
In his desperation, he forgot to keep track of his ammo count and ran out.
"Shit," he hastily switched the empty magazine for another that was half full.
Luckily for him, Miss X was still staggered, which meant this was his cue to run; however, something at the back of his mind just would not let him end it there. In a split moment, a thought came to mind—one that had him psyching himself up before acting. Channeling his inner Leon Kennedy, Stanley did the unthinkable and ran up to the kneeling, staggered Bogey before roundhouse kicking her in the face.
It was sloppy and poorly executed, but it did get the job done, and Miss X was sent sprawling on her back.
"Holy shit, that actually worked!" he exclaimed in exasperated disbelief, the adrenaline rushing through him from the prior events.
His joy lasted up until Miss X jerked upwards to a sitting position like the Undertaker or Michael Myers.
'Holy shit, that actually worked' he thought with dawning horror.
It might have worked a bit too well because the previous mostly neutral expression worn by Miss X was now replaced by a trembling frown of frustration and hurt feelings that belied an inner rage. All of this was directed towards him, and Stanley decided right then that discretion was the better part of valor. Unfortunately, Miss X blocked the only door, and he didn't have enough bullets to bring her down again.
'If she would even fall for it a second time,' he thought in aggravation before he looked behind him.
Apparently the room was under construction, with a few flimsy-looking boards blocking a crevice that was just big enough to let his midget ass through. Stanley looked back, finding Miss X back on her feet, and immediately popped another shot at her knees, only for it to be blocked by one of her paws. A low growl of aggravation was the result of his second attempt at staggering her. Not that Stanley cared as he fell into a dead sprint, using his Incubus speed and strength to shoulder-check the boards.
He either underestimated his strength or overestimated the wood because Stanley crashed through it. Unfortunately, it turned out the boards did not block access to a different room but rather covered a hole and he fell right through it.
"SHIII-"
*THUD*
"Oof!"
Stanley fell heavily to the bottom of his chest and let out a groan of pain. "Ugh, ooow~"
Gingerly, he turned over to his back, looking up; he must have fallen at least twenty feet. A moment later, a familiar head stuck out, looking down at him with concern.
Stanley couldn't help but laugh as she flipped her off. "Fuck you, you Bogey bitch."
Miss X scowled at him and pulled away, causing him to laugh even more before his laugh got caught in his throat with a strangled yelp at what he saw moments later. For his insolence, Miss X chucked one of the chairs down at him, forcing Stanley to scramble away before the piece of furniture could hit him.
*Crash*
After weathering the short storm of splinters from the impact of the chair, Stanley got to his feet, dusting himself off as he did. Carefully, he poked his head out to look up, and he saw Miss X peering down.
"You fucking missed!"
The Bogey's eyes narrowed before she once again went away.
Stanley waited a few more seconds before chuckling to himself "haha, that's going to bite me in the ass."
Feeling the pain from his fall Stanley pulled out a bottle of red liquid which looked like a generic health potion from a fantasy game rather than the herbs from the game.
'And here I thought of some weed jokes to taunt her with.'
Oh well.
A single gulp down the hatch and the aches were gone immediately "hmm, taste like cherry juice."
He stretched a bit loosening up the kinks in his extremities before getting back to the task at hand. Looking around the area, he found himself in a basement area made of old stone with stacks of wooden crates which he immediately destroyed and looted the contents of. For his trouble he received some currency and pellets which he loaded magazines with.
After this, Stanley made for a flight of rickety wooden stairs that led to what was definitely a large basement area filled with zombie maids. Instead of wasting his newly applied pellets on headshots, he instead disabled their kneecaps and proceeded to roundhouse kick them into oblivion before stabbing them in the neck with his switchblade. It took more physical effort on his part but it saved him ammo and grief.
There were several doors in the basement, with the first leading to a statue on the far wall that had the other half of the succubus figurine embedded within. He retrieved the figurine before making his way out. The next two rooms had him find more ammo, herbs, and coins, both copper and silver.
It wasn't until he arrived at the second-to-last door that he found it. Sitting on a display plaque like a trophy and looking as pristine as how he kept it in his basement was his Maruzen M1100 GBB shotgun. He expected such a prize to be guarded by a miniboss or puzzle or something, but nope, it's just sitting there in some random room in the basement of a mansion. Taking it didn't set off any traps (though that remains to be seen for when he actually left the room itself), not that he wasn't grateful for it because he wanted to take a moment to appraise his prize.
Everything seemed to be in order, surprisingly enough, with even the gas reservoir at full capacity. After loading the three shells, each containing five pellets, for maximum damage, he found that pushing the bolt forward and listening to the mechanism shift actually gave him chills. It also gave him the urge to test out his new toys, and wouldn't you know it, the zombies stopped spawning.
The last door opened to a set of stone stairs that led to what he could only assume was a storage area considering it was filled with random furniture, book shelves, and breakable objects that were basically non-monetized loot boxes. Breaking a nearby crate open revealed a pair of shotgun shells and picking them up had five of his pellets each auto fill them.
'Now we're in business.'
Now while this was all handy Stanley did not fail to realize what this room actually was and as his spidey senses tingled the bookshelf leaning against the far wall just ahead of him exploded in a shower of wood splinters and book pages. As he beheld the sight of an 8-foot-tall Kool-Aid Bogey herself looming from the second hole she made that day he felt vindicated.
'Yep, definitely a boss room.'
Before he could even get a chance to level his newly acquired weapon the Bogey immediately rushed him with the speed of a charging bull.
"Whoa shit!" Stanley exclaimed as despite his surprise he managed to throw himself to the side, letting her slam into the bookshelf that was behind him.
*Crash*
His attempts at a dive roll were laughably pathetic in execution, but his superhuman physique compensated, allowing him to recover in a scramble to his knee as he leveled the shotgun at her.
*BANG*
As a green shell ejected from the side, the spread of five BBs shot forth from the M1100 on a vague collision course for the Mamono's knees, only to be blocked by a pair of large paws.
Stanley's eyebrows rose in mild surprise "huh, that's new."
"Grrr!"
The low growl was all the warning he received before Miss X rushed him yet again. Stanley raised his weapon for a head shot, only for Miss X to raise her paws, creating a makeshift riot shield of plush. With a grunt of aggravation, Stan had no choice but to mount a retreat, though he soon found himself unable to outrun the Bogey he didn't need to as he took a sharp turn at a bookshelf. A moment later he heard a distant crash causing him to slow down and look back.
Miss X wasn't charging him anymore and it clicked in his mind 'she can't do sharp turns while charging.'
A classic videogame boss trope.
Of course he knew what had to be done now and abruptly he crouched a bit and began moving through the bookshelf maze. Luckily with him no longer in sight Miss X seemed to re-adopt her initial and very audible trotting keeping him aware of her location.
'So it's this type of boss battle'
With that thought in mind Stanley had two choices before him. He could either sneak around to find an exit and slip by the Bogey or attempt to neutralize it through continuous cunt shots (because there is no way she as going down in a single hit).
'Convention and common sense tells me to go the stealth route. But on the other hand, fuck if I want this bitch hounding me at random times throughout my play.'
Ultimately he sighed and whispered to himself "guess it depends on if I find more shotgun shells."
Yeah thing about ammunition in this game is that its pellet driven. He two shotgun shells but he doesn't lose them when fired, he loses the pellets while the empty shells are auto returned to his inventory. Now does that mean he can do an infinite shotgun blast with enough pellets?
Nope.
While the shells are auto returned to his inventory and auto-filled with pellets he still needed to load them manually. Besides he needed more than two shells and a lot more pellets to feel confident about taking on Miss X. At the same time he didn't fancy stalking round a maze with no way out so finding an exit or at the very least knowing where said exit was is also at the top of his to-do list.
'Which means I have to loot and sleuth.'
Not a problem judging by how distant the sound of Miss X's loud trotting was. Or it should have been as he came across a massive breakable vase and hesitated.
'How loud is this going to be?'
"…"
Only one way to find out.
*Sigh*
*Crash*
The sound of porcelain breaking was damn near deafening which highlighted the pause in Miss X's movements. Stanley wasted no time in collecting his loot (more pellets) and creeping away as quickly and silently as possible. Just as he did the sound of crashing bookshelf sounded, each getting progressively closer to the position of smashed vase. During this Stanley came upon another crate and broke it open hoping the noise of the Bogey's charge would mask the sound of it breaking.
It thankfully did as Miss X continued a straight line charge for his previous position resulting in a room shaking collision with the wall that had Stanley wincing. Out of curiosity he poked his head out at a safe distance finding Miss X shaking off her disorientation before looking around the immediate vicinity. Once it was clear that he wasn't anywhere near the Bogey gave a little huff and stomped her foot in frustration before trotting off. Worryingly it was in the direction he left in though it didn't appear she was tracking him by scent.
'Thank fucking God.'
Creeping away from that side of the massive atrium Stanley was witness to the trail of destruction left behind by the Bogey and swallowed.
'I'm pretty sure getting hit by that would kill me.'
And it is only his confidence in Ezraphel not wanting to actually harm him that staves off that notion before it pervades his mind. Also the discovery of some discarded loot lying around also worked as a distraction.
'Silver lining, she brakes open the loot boxes during her charge.'
In addition to being able to break chests during her charges he doesn't have to alert her every time he comes across something breakable. Unfortunately it's a double edge sword because for as massive as the arena turned out to be cover isn't very plenty just strategically placed and her destroying them isn't sustainable for his survival.
'Where's that damn exit?'
The door he came through was a no go as it was essentially a dead end with extra space and he found the hole she came through was blocked from the other side. Eventually, after careful maneuvering he did find another door except it was locked and the keyhole looked predictably exotic.
Well damn.
'Plan B it is.'
A Little While Later…
'God I hope this works' thought Stanley as he hefted a crate and smashes it against the wall some ways away before ducking behind a bookshelf for cover.
As expected Miss X reacted immediately, in fact unlike before there wasn't even a pause in the sound of her movement. Stanley braced himself behind the nearby bookshelf wincing at the sounds of crashing and heavy footfalls that ended just a few dozen feet from his location. Peaking around the bookshelf he was greeted by the sight of her stopping at the wall looking down at the crate before looking about.
Stanley ducked back quickly yet silently, took a deep breath and tossed a piece of wood out of cover before bolting away as quickly and silently as he could with the brisk sound of heavy foot falls behind him. Miss X didn't rush so much as she jogged to his former hiding spot while Stanley went around back. As the Bogey investigated Stanley appeared behind her.
"Surprise Muthafucka!"
*BANG*
A shotgun blast to the back of her knee made the Bogey fall forward in a stagger giving Stanley the time to run up and do a poorly executed yet still effective drop kick to her exposed back. As the both fell Stanley was the first to scramble to his feet reloading the spent shell he unloaded two into the back of the Bogey's head. Then he reloaded both shells after two seconds and did it again exhausting most of his pellets. He still had more however as the Bogey to all fours and turned a glowing red eye glare at him from over her shoulder Stanley knew for a fact that it would be useless.
So once again he ran away though not before looting the crate he ended up smashing in the first place giving him two more shotgun shells to add to his inventory. Not that he could savor that little victory as the heavy footfalls of a pissed off Bogey followed him. Too bad for her Stanley immediately went into a patch of bookshelf maze to lose her through. Eventually he heard the audible frustrated growl echo signaling that he lost her.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief however the sound of breaking bookshelves reached his ears. Then another and another and another and he quickly got the idea of what was happening. Miss X tired of their game of hide n seek was destroying his covers. Not just the bookshelves but also the furniture and he could hear the grunts of frustration from her as he did so.
'Ah shit, now I pissed her off.'
It wouldn't be long until he's forced in a situation where he'd have to fight her in a cleared arena. A silver lining to her wrecking everything is that he could use the noise to break more loot boxes. He found more shotgun shells bring his total amount to seven which is the maximum his Maruzen could hold, he also found more pellets to supply all of said shells and a silver coin. All in all not a bad haul and it managed to take his mind off the impending confrontation because he had no idea how he was going to put Miss X out of commission.
That was the thought until he managed to find a weird key.
'I'll bet my left nut this opens the exit.'
Miss X was breaking her way through his little section and the only reason why she wasn't done was because she was being very thorough. He could definitely cause another distraction and head for the door and hopefully get out before she realizes he's gone.
'Knowing my luck the moment I open that damn door she's going to do a Tank charge straight to my location.'
Then it's a fucking chase and he'll definitely get away…for a time but the she'll pop up and start hounding him again. It will be like this until he finds a way out of the mansion and even then according to Rowena she'll pursue him once outside.
"Her weakness is the clitoris." The memory of Rowena's voice echoed in his mind.
'Why the hell am I remembering that?' he lamented.
{Because you need a way to put her down and shotgun blasts to head ain't cutting it}
[Hate to say it bro but as much as I'm a firm believer of 'All You Need Is Dakka' you clearly don't have enough fire power for this.]
It was bitter pill to swallow but he had two choices: run away and continued to be stalked or induce orgasm and get a reprieve.
…he really wanted to get past this mansion.
"…FUCK!"
He really couldn't help himself with that one.
There was a bout of silence after that.
{…Bruh}
[Dude]
~God dammit man~
'I said that out loud didn't I?'
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
YES!
Stanley started running, already thinking of a plan as he switched out his shotgun for a pistol he cleared what was left of the bookshelf maze and backed himself against the wall.
"Come on, come on-"
Not long after Miss X came charging through and as their eyes met her face seemed to darken giving her red eyes a sort of glowing effect. Stanley immediately went to put a pellet in it which she proceeded to block with a paw which also blocked her view coincidentally. At the last second, before she could slam into him, Stanley ducked her literally blind charge, missing her by the skin of his teeth. He turned around in time to watch as she slammed into the wall paw first.
Turns out the wall was sturdier than normal and managed to hold up against her charge something she obviously didn't expect given how she staggered back from the self-inflicted hit disoriented. Stanley took advantage immediately and a blast of pellet shot to the back of the knee had her toppling forward onto all fours once again. This time Stanley chose not to unload one into her plump, heart-shaped ass.
He put away his weapon leapt at the Bogey doing a knee slide up to her rear and rip aside the leotard to reveal her slit which was already getting moist. Then with nerves of steel and hands that have pleasured demi-goddess of sex more times than he cared to remember Stanley proceeded to give Miss X the most intense and pleasurable fingerbanging of her existence.
Miss X's reaction?
"IYAAA~"
The sound of her loud hentai screaming practically shook the walls and he wouldn't be surprised if it could be heard throughout the entire mansion. Stanley ignored this as he continued his work with precision and stone faced countenance. Miss X was an instrument and Stanley played her beautifully. In only a matter of a few short minutes the Bogey's back arched and Stanley finished had to back away as she sprung a leak, so to speak.
It turns out Miss X was a squirter.
He does not feel surprised by this.
In fact, as he looked down at his defeated opponent, Stanley couldn't help but feel that there was something fundamentally wrong with this scene. That discomfort he felt earlier since his second run-in with Bogey resurfaced, robbing him of the joy he should have felt at his accomplishment.
'…accomplishment?' he questioned with a scoff as he looking at his hand slicked with familiar yet unfamiliar juices.
He defeated a plush-like Dommy Mommy Bogey-Golem trying to smother him with hardcore TLC by fingerbanging her.
"…huh?"
After marinating on that for a bit, he finally summed up his tumultuous thoughts into three simple words that rang with an almost palpable truth.
"This better be a onetime mechanic Ez."
His slimy hand curled into a shaking fist
"This fucking better be."