Chapter 815: Hellish Honeypot
*Bing-Bong*
Warning!
The following chapter is a bit raunchier and spicier than what has been shown so far and will include instances of sexual innuendo and inappropriate touching.
The author also bears no responsibility if for whatever reason, the reader ends up with an animated statue fetish.
Please keep this in mind when reading the next few scenes, thank you.
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Did we really need to include a warning? Aren’t we already rated “R” or something?
|To be fair, our society is weirdly more lenient over violence than sex.|
Oh yeah…why is that?
|Weird school of debate on that, but I prescribe to the theory of: it’s easier to control a populace with violence than sex.|
Huh?
|Well…|
*Bing-Bong*
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[Dear sir, I hope I’m not too heavy for you…]
“No, no…this is…great…”
[Is the water too warm for you?]
“No, but something else is starting to heat up…]
[S-sir! As we said before, we’re very real!]
“I know, I know, but this softness is out of this world…I mean…for a girl made of stone that is…”
For the first time in their lives, Victor, Simos and Graff felt truly at ease.
While none of them had any idea as to why there was a bathhouse inside of what they assumed to be a wandering ruin, they didn’t really care.
They had crossed a literal desert, almost got murdered by demons multiple times and had essentially been yanked into an interdimensional wormhole that just sort of appeared.
Was it so wrong to enjoy a small reprieve, even if it was in the middle of a place that set off their danger senses?
Granted, any sane person would’ve probably put two and two together and realize this place was basically a trap and a half, but the thieving trio weren’t exactly in the right state of mind.
When the three of them were brought deeper into the bath house, they were first separated into three different rooms. In each room, they were then assigned an attendant that, for all intents and purposes, was basically their ideal woman.
Albeit, these ideal partners were clearly not made of flesh and blood. In fact, they were all inorganic.
“Pardon me, miss. But could you possibly-”
[Press down a little harder? Of course.]
“Yes-ah! That’s the spot…”
For Simos,he was lead to a massage room and his partner was a woman that appeared to be made of marble and was built like a brick shithouse.
With skin as smooth as the aforementioned stone, rock hard abs and surprisingly supple hands and just the right amount of weight, Simos was in paradise as the literal statue of a woman gave him the best damn back massage in his entire life. Of course, it also probably helped that the girl was completely naked while doing so.
“Press a little harder…”
Little by little, Simos couldn’t help but feel like he was being…[Crushed].
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“You know, I used to think hot baths like this were pointless…I am so glad to be proven wrong.”
[Probably helps to have a bronze bottomed gal like me to keep you company though, doesn’t it?]
“True…”
Graff on his end preferred his women with a more Callipygian build, i.e. those with an ass so fine that you could bounce a silver piece off of them.
As such, he was situated in a giant porcelain tub while a babe with a literal copper bottom was sitting on his lap and acting as the world’s most comfortable cushion.
Granted, she wasn’t just there for Graff’s pleasure.
In reality, this copper lady was the main source of heat for the bath, a role she fulfilled by occasionally eating from a plate of burning charcoal that was situated right next to the tub. Occasionally, Graff would reach over and feed her one of the burning pieces of fuel in the same manner as one would feed their partner a grape or a small sweet.
In exchange for performing such a simple act, not only would the copper woman be able to keep the bath nice and hot, but she occasionally did these happy wiggles that massaged Graff’s lap in just the right way.
“Oooh…that’s nice…”
Little by little, Graff felt himself…[Melt] away.
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[Ah! Mister Victor! I already said I was real, so you don’t need to-ah!]
“I know, I know! But you smell like a dream, so I couldn’t help but think that you were one! You know the saying, feeling is believing!”
[Mister…it’s seeing is believi-mmm, maybe don’t stop…]
As for the leader of the trio, Victor, he much preferred his women as he liked his trees…top heavy.
Which was rather ironic, because Victor’s partner was a woman that appeared to have been carved from wood like something out of a fairytale, complete with a very impressive chest.
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Was…was that a fucking pun?!
|Shut up, I’m allowed to make those too.|
Bitch…
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Victor, however, wasn’t getting a bath or a massage like his compatriots though, he was doing something called an “aromatherapy sauna”.
Victor’s wooden companion wasn’t just buxom, but had a deep and rich medicinal scent to her as well, thanks in part to the literal bushel of flowers and leaves that composed her hair. As such,the two of them were locked into a private booth that was constantly feeling up with steam, causing not only Victor to sweat away his troubles, but caused the wooden woman’s unique fragrance to be…stimulated.
It was under these conditions though that Victor discovered that even more of this delicious smell would increase the more he massaged and caressed his partner.
“I can’t get enough of this feeling…”
Little by little, Victor found himself more and more…[Intoxicated]
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[Delicious, delectable and downright debaucherous! I knew corrupting humans would be more…filling! MMMM!,] Paralust quietly exclaimed in glee.
As befitting a mistress of the bath, Paralust was sitting in a manifested office while using her innate connection to her blessed zakos to see and feel what they were seeing and feeling.
When those three sinful mortals first appeared, she was tempted right there and then to just take them as is…but alas, a good home required… preparation.
Hence why she sent in the zakos.
From these three minions of hers, she could feel the [Lust] bubbling, building and changing inside of these three hapless mortals that had the (mis)fortune of running into her and her lovely rabbits.
[Now which style of lust is most suitable for me? Decisions, decisions…]
Paralust’s time in the library’s holding cell wasn’t all for naught, for she had spent that time in the same manner as her captors had spent theirs, reading everything.
[Crushing gravity, Melting fluids or Intoxicating aromas! So many ways to enflame desire!]
While they spent time studying and exploring her abilities, she did the same.
[Such a difference between reading and feeling! How luscious! How thick!]
The zakos that Paralust infused with her innate [Lust], the same ones that Zhen Liu employed among the regular zakos, were able to transmit information, whatever information they gathered, back to her.
At first it was simple things such as sight, smells and sounds.
However, the true worth of this little ability was revealed when Paralust managed to catch one of her zakos reading.
After that, Paralust began to learn with the mental capacity of a hundred people.
Literally.
For weeks on end, Paralust used the zakos she blessed to read everything and anything they could get their hands on while in the Library of Nowhere.
It didn’t really matter what the content consisted of, nor did it matter if content was actually interesting.
What Paralust was searching for was simply…information.
Information on what she actually was, information on [Chaos], information about the world at large, it didn’t matter.
Paralust had no clear goal in mind…but she had a feeling she would know when found it.
And found it, she did.
Squared away in the dark corner of the library, the zakos had found a book that seem to radiate the same type of energy as Paralust herself.
Granted, it wasn’t the exact same frequency, but it was something so similar that it must’ve been at least… inspirational.
And inspirational it was.
[A thousand vices, a thousand virtues and infinite interpretations of both…of course, I only care about one balance in particular…Lust and Chastity…]
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To love in excess is [Lust].
To love in restraint is [Chasity].
[Love] by itself is a desire that can set a man’s ablaze and chain them to an icy grave all at once.
What a beautifully disgusting desire.
How appropriate for one of the [Seven Scales].
-An observation from the Devout Heretic, Journals of Sin, Volume 4.
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*Bing-Bong*
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|What?|
Alright…I need to ask, how much of this was just your barely disguised fetish?
|I am taking that knowledge into the grave, thank you very much.|
Uh huh…you have a thing for “magnificent chests”, don’t you?
|I plead the fifth.|
Called it.
*Bing-Bong*
CREATORS’ THOUGHTS
Mizako
Got plans to participate in the upcoming WSA in 2024.
Running ideas:
– Luchador Wuxia
– Steampunk Mechanization Cultivation
– Reverse Harem Gothic Horror Cafe
-Vampire Ramen Chef Romance
I am open to suggestions or input though.
