Btw, I was wrong yesterday, the floor that Ashtarot would visit is the 15th floor!
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The 15th floor was a vast expanse of 110 km² divided into various regions. The area that Ashtarot and Sorrel were visiting was the newly established "Lecherous" land.
As the name suggested, this region's theme was "lust."
The thick mist that enveloped the land heightened the allure of its inhabitants, turning on anyone who ventured there and making them susceptible to the beauty that surrounded them.
Most of the monsters in this new area were solitary and territorial, preferring to stay in one place and shunning even their own kind.
The small area where Ashtarot walked with Sorrel was a clearing full of red spider lilies, with armored skeletons from the Ni kingdom scattered about.
The sky above was dark and featureless, creating an eerie yet serene atmosphere under a perpetually dark sky devoid of clouds.
This particular area, known as "Higanbana no Gen'ei" (The Illusion of the Red Spider Lily), was home to a youkai called Kurenai from the Gashadokuro* race.
Kurenai, a gorgeous woman in a white-red kimono, lured her prey with her enchanting voice and beautiful face.
Unwary victims who ventured into the field of red spider lilies would find the flowers transforming into ghostly hands that pulled them into the ground and turned into a pool of blood.
Like the man in front of Ashtarot
"AAA—HELP! HELP MEEEE!!!"
A man's desperate cries broke the silence as he grabbed his leg, half-submerged in the blood-soaked ground.
Ashtarot face twisted in disgust as he repeatedly kicked the man's head until he was completely submerged, silencing his pleas.
"I can't believe my kimono would be dirtied like this," He sighed, brushing off the dust and grime.
"Are you alright, Lady Sorrel?"
"Me? I think I should be asking you that question," Sorrel replied with a light laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
She knew all too well how much Ashtarot despised humans. Their mere touch was enough to sour his mood for the entire day, a common sentiment among demons.
Yet, amidst the macabre surroundings, Sorrel was focused not on his disgust against humans or the blood-curling area.
But with Ashtarot by her side.
'AAAHHH~ I finally can have a romantic date with Ashtarot!' she thought joyfully.
Their 'romantic date' was anything but sinister. They strolled through the blood-soaked fields, their geta* sticking with every step, while the air was filled with the cacophony of distant screams.
"Is this the place you wanted to visit?"
Sorrel asked as they walked side by side, her voice calm despite the unsettling atmosphere.
"Yes, but not all. In this area, I need to check on Kurenai's condition since she is new here," he replied, needing to ensure Kurenai maintained the level of cruelty expected in her role.
Her eyes darted to Ashtarot's hand, a yearning to hold it stirring within her, but she felt too embarrassed to act on the impulse. She wished she could be as shameless as her sisters in moments like these.
'His hands are so big... and his fingers are so long... I wonder what it would feel like if he put them inside me.'
'If Ashtarot were influenced by this purple mist, would he fuck me?' Her face reddened as the thought alone turned her on.
'Nnnnggghhhh~,' she whimpered inwardly, imagining the scenario vividly.
It was enough to make her feel the impending orgasm, especially with her already sensitive pussy.
Ashtarot, hearing her thoughts, smirked. He knew Sorrel had a perverted side, but he found it interesting since it contrasted with her personality.
He glanced at her, noticing her reddening face. Deciding to indulge her a bit, he stretched out his hand, gesturing for her to take it.
"Wha—"
She stammered, too nervous to form a coherent response. Her hesitation made him impatient, so he took the initiative and grasped her hand.
'AH! AH! WE'RE HOLDING HANDS!'
She screamed internally, her face heating up to the point she felt like steam was escaping from her ears.
Ashtarot raised an eyebrow, bemused by her reaction. 'How can she be so nervous about holding my hand when she's already given me a blow job?'
They continued their walk towards their destination, even when Sorrel struggled to breathe slowly, her nerves preventing her from speaking.
After a while, they heard the sound of battle and stopped to observe the fight in front of them. A party, now reduced to two members from their original ten, was battling a giant skeleton.
The skeleton's upper body towered five meters above the ground while its waist and legs remained submerged.
The two remaining adventurers were a mage and a warrior wielding a Claymore. Both were male, strong enough to resist the effects of the mist and Kurenai's allure.
The giant skeleton's eyes glowed red as hands emerged from the ground, trying to grab the two men.
The warrior, wielding a massive claymore, leaped high, using the skeleton's hand as a foothold before slashing it into pieces. The skeleton roared in response, its dismembered hand disintegrating.
The mage, chanting "Ferrum in ventum," unleashed a wind spell that sliced through the hands like invisible blades.
However, the hands kept regenerating, relentlessly grabbing at them. "Damn! This jack-ass!!!" he cursed as one hand managed to grab his leg, pulling him to the ground.
The hands swarmed over the mage, covering his mouth to stifle his cries for help. His teammate, the warrior, was too busy fending off the skeleton to notice.
"Rony! Reinforce me! Stop being a fucking coward, you bastard!" the warrior shouted, exhausted from the relentless attacks as the monster keep healing itself.
The skeleton's chest opened, revealing spider lily flowers that shot sharp petals like needles, making them difficult to dodge.
Looking back, the warrior realized his companion was nowhere to be found. "Shit!" he muttered, now the lone survivor.
Abandoning the fight, he attempted to flee, but the skeleton was not about to let him escape. It lifted the rest of its body from the ground and reached for him with its massive hand, catching him easily.
The skeleton's massive hand lifted the warrior high into the air before bringing him down into its gaping maw.
His scream echoed through the eerie silence before being abruptly cut off by the crunching of bones and splattering of blood.