Just like the previous encounter, she dipped her finger into the red goo and brought it to her mouth.
This time, a feeling of heat—scorching even—consumed her whole body.
The flames roared inside her, but she felt no pain.
She didn't feel that much discomfort this time; maybe her tolerance was raised along with her stats.
After the initial disorientation, she stood up, her legs steady.
This time, a notification sounded in her head.
She noticed that under the HP bar, the MP one was unlocked.
It started at 20/20.
"Magic Power," she thought. "I finally have mana."
Along with that, a skill was granted to her.
"Fireball."
She could cast a small, palm-sized fireball with her hand.
It cost 5 MP each.
She held her palm out, her index finger glowing with a faint ember.
"Let's test it out," she whispered.
A small orb of fire danced in her fingertips, the heat radiating warmly against her bare skin.
"5 MP," she calculated. "That's a quarter of my pool."
"Cheap enough for now."
She flicked her wrist, sending the fireball flying into the empty hallway.
It exploded against the wall, leaving a blackened scar on the blue stone.
"That'll do," she smirked.
Another good news: Slime Mimicry has been upgraded.
"Partially to Half."
Now she could transform not only a limb, but four body parts.
"Woa, this is interesting," she said, amazed.
She focused, and her two arms and two legs turned into jelly, wobbly and translucent.
She played with them a little, watching her hands glide into the stone and her feet sink into the floor.
"So slippery," she giggled.
Then she switched back to normal, her limbs solidifying into their human forms again.
She looked down, a frown forming on her face. Her penis was good and awesome, but it was kinda distracting and cumbersome while fighting.
"What if I do this?"
She closed her eyes, focusing on the Slime Mimicry skill.
As it happened, her penis was not rock hard anymore; it became limp, but the length had increased along with the girth.
She couldn't do anything about it since it was always in the ready-to-battle state.
"A simple solution," she mused. "I have to hide it away."
"And the only place I can put it is my pussy."
"Yes, I have to do it."
Then she crouched down, her knees spread far away from each other.
Her smooth, shaved pussy was out in the open, the puffy lips glistening with her own wetness, pink and swollen from the earlier arousal.
"So wet, so ready," she whispered.
Then she held the big, limp penis of hers.
"Refold back inside," she thought.
Slowly, she inserted it into her own pussy.
This process wouldn't become a problem because her juice was always flowing down, lubricating the path.
"I can do it."
First, she put the head inside, pressing gently against her tight slit.
"Oh, it stretched me out so much~~~"
She moaned uncontrollably, a shudder running through her spine as the thick width pushed past her entrance.
She felt the thick white fluid gushing out, mixing with the red blood and clear fluids.
It flooded the inside of her womb, made her belly bigger and bigger gradually.
From two months-looking pregnant, to three months, then to four.
She lay there, panting heavily, her body a trembling mess of lewd fluids and soreness.
"Damn," she groaned. "That was… one hell of a stretch."
After a while, she sat up, holding her round stomach.
It was hard as a rock, filled with sperm.
"Damn it, now I have to do it again, not that I mind."
Then she noticed there was a notification.
"You penetrated yourself for the first time, 40 LP gained."
"Holy shit, 40 points," she laughed breathlessly.
She decided to leave the LP for later; for now, she had to pull her penis out and repeat the process if she wanted to stabilize.
As she gripped her own swollen belly, she slowly began the extraction, pulling with a firm, steady pressure.
Pop went the sound, wet and resonant, echoing in the quiet hall.
She felt overwhelmingly good as the thick shaft slid free, a rush of cold air hitting her abused hole.
The opening was stretched so big now that she could easily fit her whole fist inside without resistance.
With the sudden emptiness, hot, flowing cum poured down her legs, mixing with the sweat and oil on her skin.
The reinsertion process was both easier and harder.
The entrance was well-lubricated and significantly larger, offering little resistance to the initial push.
But the sensitivity was dialed up to eleven after the recent orgasm, making every centimeter of the return journey feel like an electrical shock.
She bit her lip, riding out the sharp sting of pleasure as she guided her own cock back into the wet, gaping.
"Ahh, fuck," she whined, her hips bucking involuntarily to help seat the head deep inside again.
But after a while of wiggling and pushing, she finally made it.
Now her penis was well-rested inside her womb, nestled securely against her uterine walls.
There was no more distraction, no more swaying around aimlessly as she walked.
She stood up, testing her balance, her movements steady once more.
The bulge in her stomach remained, a testament to the volume of fluid trapped inside, but the weapon was finally holstered.
"Perfect," she panted, adjusting her posture.
"Now I can fight without tripping over my own dick."
Tapping at the shop interface again, she navigated to the Equipment section.
She noticed that only a few items were within her reach: a leather shirt, leather pants, leather gloves, leather shoes, and a leather hat.
Each cost 5 LP.
Biting her underlip hard until it turned white, she made the decision.
She bought them all, requiring 25 LP in total.
Five pieces of equipment immediately materialized on her body, fitting snugly over her stretched, fluid-covered form.
The leather felt cool and tight against her skin, hugging her bulging belly.
Each piece raised her VIT by 1.
That meant she had 10 maximum HP more, bringing her total to 85.
[Status Update: HP 52/85]
[Status Update: VIT 7]
[LP Balance: 17]
"Finally fully equipped," she sighed, running her gloved hands over the texture of the leather pants.
The protection gave her a strange sense of security, even with her unique internal situation.
She tested her range of motion, the leather stretched softly as she moved her limbs.
It felt restrictive but strengthening, a balm on her heightened senses.
"Now to explore and escape this place properly," she muttered, her eyes glowing with renewed determination.
Inside a small hole quite far away from Lyssandra's position, humping sounds could be heard everywhere.
Their combined noise created a cacophony of debauchery that echoed off the damp stone walls.
Thud. Thud. Slap.
Many of the humping figures could be seen rocking their hips forth and back with mechanical, animalistic rhythm.
They were short in stature, with huge, distended bellies, pointy ears, and sickly green skin.
Goblins.
Some of them were thrusting their 20cm green, veiny dicks deep inside a woman, pumping without pause.
She was limp, her legs cut off at the thighs and bandaged with meager, tattered scraps of cloth.
Blood trickled down into a big puddle mixed with cum beneath her, pooling in the dirt.
Her eyes were dimming, faded by bloodlust and the sheer devastation of all her holes.
Her pussy was used, raw and swollen from the constant friction.
Her asshole was used, stretched wide and leaking.
Her mouth and throat were abused, choked by tongues and cocks that refused to withdraw.
It had been days.
The only nutritious thing that went inside and kept her body alive was the sperm of those disgusting, green-skinned creatures.
She was a living farm, a vessel of seed and waste, barely conscious as the goblins fed off her suffering.
As an initiated adventurer, it should have been easy for her, but being an adventurer was far from easy.
She entered this place with her boyfriend, hoping for glory and gold.
The dungeon, so the villagers called it, held the promise of buried treasure.
That dream of riches drew even seasoned, battle-hardened soldiers; how could it spare some new souls just stepping into life?
The woman looked to the right, her focus shifting.
There she still saw it: the horror that would even follow her to the next life.
Her boyfriend lay there, his lower half severed, his naked torso and legs lying discarded on the cold, grimy floor.
Behind the corpse, another goblin thrust his thick, green dick inside the body's anus, treating the dead man like a toy.
Around them, other goblins stood, hands clutching their pathetic, small dicks.
They frantically slid their hands up and down their shafts, their eyes glued to her and her dead boyfriend with hungry, obsessed gazes.
"Please…..someone, please kill me," her whisper reverberated inside her mind.