Chapter 515 – Events to Nomination 3 – The second challenge

Chapter 515 – Events to Nomination 3 – The second challenge

The inability of group members to solo rooms soon became apparent. John was the first that had to give up on that front (and he wasn’t even truly alone, having Undine with him). Three rows after that encounter with the Horrors, he had to throw his hat into the ring. Although not immediately dangerous, the encounter that convinced him had been too grindy and difficult for him to take the continued risk. As the person who had a similar amount of problems, Gnome met up with him and they tackled the continued challenges together.

Due to the lack of her name-giving ground, the soil elemental only had her physical Stats to rely on. That carried her a bit further than it did John, but not much. Thankfully, the rows were also narrowing at that point, so them covering less ground at least came with less ground to cover.

Next to retreat was Sylph, although this was on order by John. As enemies got quicker, he was afraid they would eventually be able to land a lucky strike on the wind spirit and, glass cannon as she was, that was just about everything it took to shatter her corporeal form and cause her to die a little death. Which was an experience John would much rather she avoided having. Salamander followed soon thereafter, although she went on her own volition. Since Aclysia was the closest, that’s who the endflame elemental tagged along with.

Beatrice was the person who persisted on her own for the longest time. Her combination of high mobility and strong regeneration meant that she had the tools to avoid most damage and wasn’t too heavily punished if she failed, making her pretty ideal in the whole soloing department. Longest time only meant that she pushed one row past Aclysia’s singular streak, however; the difference between the two Artificial Spirits wasn’t that vast yet. Given the difference between their fighting styles, this was bound to become a wider gap in the future, once they got more skills.

Anyway, after eight, mind-numbingly boring hours dominated by walking ever increasing distances between slightly more difficult iterations of the same fight, they finally arrived in front of the boss room.



“Thank you, Gaia!” John unironically declared, and everyone took a moment of relief as they got the confirmation they didn’t have to crawl through this thing again. “Okay, let’s see here what the new challenge is...” he opened the window, hoping it would be something they could clear right now.



“That is... okay,” John hesitatingly stated. He would be lying if he said he had never thought about doing something like it. Much like punching Frank in the face, however, it stayed at the thought since he was not really willing to shoulder the consequences. Although the catharsis of hurting his bully, however little with his pitiful original Strength, was a much greater reward for the hospital visit than probably not even cumming before getting squashed to actual death would be.

Now the situation had changed. He was mandated to fuck a girl. There was nothing forcing him to do it with this boss in particular, but John felt the tingle of excitement in his balls already. It was dangerous, for sure, to do it on what was likely to be a difficult encounter but he really wanted to.

He looked over the girls with him. Who would the lucky girl be? Well, there was only one real choice, being Sylph. Everyone else was either too big or too heavy to do both the fucking and remain mobile. Even the upsized air spirit was small enough to get fucked walking.

The feeling of the cold air of the dungeon complex on his balls was the first sign that this was perhaps a bad idea. Without undergarments or pants, he stood there in his shoes and the rest of his equipment on. Aclysia did voice her concern, “Are you sure this is wise?”

“I am absolutely sure it is unwise,” John responded. “We should go scout out a weaker boss, make sure everything is safe and all that, rather than face a superbuffed version of an unknown one. However,” Sylph eagerly jumped on him, blabbering dozens of things everyone ignored, “I want this to be done with these Gamer levels already AND I really want to do this.”

“And I wanna do this, this sounds fun, this looks fun!” she closed her legs around her summoner’s hips and held onto his neck as best she could. Given her Strength and Agility, that was pretty well, and her naked breasts squished against his collarbone as she snuggled up close. “Is very...” Her pussy pressed against the tip of his cock. “...very, very, very...” She slowly sunk down, both her and John moaning as he was completely sheathed inside her typhon of a pussy. “Fuuuuuuunnnnn,” Sylph gasped when she came to a halt. “This is great, this is the best, this is how we should always fight!”

“We haven’t even started fighting yet,” John told her, wrapping his right around her back to secure her that bit more.

“Yeah, as I said, we should always do this, just always, during fighting and during sleeping and during walking and all that all the time always, yes, that is the best that could happen ever, I mean-“

“Shut it,” Salamander intercepted and pressed her hand on the entrance terminal, “Let’s just get this over with, I want to spend my days burning something. Not, I repeat NOT, in this depressing redlight dungeon where there aren’t even any Metras around.” The door opened without a hitch and the group, led by Aclysia and Gnome, stepped inside. Everyone needed to blink a couple of times. The floodlights were no longer blocked by any tubes, causing everything to have a disgustingly bright flatness to it.

John, after only a few steps, made the discovery that Sylph’s pussy was basically made for jogfucking. Her unique properties, to have her internal winds change their intensity and effectively making it so that one’s own efforts were rewarded with equal pleasure, reacted to every step he took and every bounce she made. That and her decently sized rack rubbing against his chest, even if there was a suit in the way, was just awesome. Something had to be said about the softness of breasts. Something very nice, complimenting, clever but also deeply philosophical. Sadly, John did not have enough blood in his brain to come up with that.

He did have enough blood to register the fact that the tank before them was twice as big as the previous incarnations. “U-uhm, one thing before we start...” Gnome raised her hand and everyone behind her stopped. They hadn’t triggered the boss yet, so they looked at her anticipating some last-minute strategy idea. “D-did you just... uhh, I don’t want to start a fight or anything,” she made a bunch of unnecessary gestures, “but did you just use Metra as a synonym for strippers?”

“Yeah,” Salamander crossed her black-plated arms, pushing up her massive cleavage. Something that John only noticed because of the situation at large. His cock pulsated within Sylph. Luckily, they were standing still, so her pussy was only tight, wet, willing and sending a pleasurable bit of electricity crackling through John’s systems which caused his sensitivity to steadily rise.

It was certainly not the glassy stare of the Gamer, getting closer and closer to cumming, that intimidated Adoptimus Prime. No, John was betting on another thing. The AI within the Adaptors had always been rather methodical and sometimes cautious. He had observed that much when he had faced the two Horrors and their slow approach to chasing before.

The other thing the encounter in the Trap Room had brought with it the reason for the boss’ hesitation. There was exactly one dataset that it had access to in regard to John standing inside a shadow and that was being brutally and carefully stripped of all flesh by claws and tentacles. Of course, Siena could have never actually done that on her lonesome to this thing, but the boss had no experience with that.

Siena peeled out of the wall of the tank. “I would love to do this myself,” she hissed as she reached out to Sylph. What stopped her was the mesh. She still couldn’t walk on it and she would have troubles manifesting out of such thin shadows, since her power worked with the shadow covered surfaces, not the body of dark as a whole.

‘I really hope this doesn’t count as an interruption,’ John thought as Siena and Sylph Combined. From the feeling of it, his dick never left any tight space. It felt like the pussy was the last part that was disassembled of the air spirit’s body and the first part of the gothic girl that appeared in her place.

This was the first time John saw Edge naked, and holy fuck, did he have to ask himself why he had waited this long. She was deadly pale, in a more white way than Eliza but definitely comparable, but the nipples crowning her almost D-cup tits had just the right shade of pink. Okay, due to her being pretty attached to him, that was all he saw of her body. Although he had observed her nice and thick ass before, so he wasn’t losing out on that front. She had inherited the posture of her legs from Sylph, so it was only her upper body that hung a bit away from him.

On her face usually was a giant smile, but today it was a large O-face as she entered existence with a giant cock inside her. A Libido score of over 50, which had never gotten proper use before, was suddenly put into action with John busting his load inside her pussy.

Just as Edge’s own pussy was basically virgin, with only memories of her parts giving her sexual experience, John had never known the insides of her. It had both the insane, guided grip of tightness Siena could use, feeling like someone was massaging his cock like a form-fit cocksleeve, and the turbulent winds and electricity of Sylph.

It was no wonder that the first action between them was John slamming her back against the tank and just letting his balls tighten over and over again. Sadly, he had no time to really enjoy the orgasm or properly wait for the afterglow to phase out.

Although intimidated and then confused, as far as its programming allowed, the boss was not about to wait forever just because of missing information. It had attempted to get back into the offensive, but Salamander and Beatrice had started a series of harassment that, although futile, had the boss delayed until John could see more than Edge’s weirdly attractive double-set of pointy canines.

‘Alright... oh fuck... Alright, here is the plan!’ John repeated inside her mind, just in case the feeling of her first fuck in combination with the orgasm, triggered by John’s magically potent seed dissolving inside her, had wiped it from her mind. Which it totally had.

“Sure, whatever, I can do that, I can make that thing scream, just give me blood, give me its bloooooood,” Edge cackled and moaned, then yelped in pleasure with every step John took. Only slightly taller than Sylph, the gothic girl had no trouble hanging on. Her clawed left dug into his back, the ends pressed threateningly into John’s skin without ever cutting him. The thrill made this that bit more exciting, but he doubted he would cum a second time so soon.

Their way was short, right up to the tank and the endless splatter of red liquid. By all definitions, this was Adoptimus Prime’s blood, and Edge identified it as such. She extended a hand inside, leaving John the displeasure of showering in it, and then guided it towards her mouth. Sucking it off her finger with audible moans and an unnecessarily erotic display, in part coming from her body shuddering still in the aftermath, she ingested the lifefluid.

The boss had worked through its two roadblocks at this point but was then quickly presented with two even bigger hurdles in the shape of Aclysia and Gnome. Those two wouldn’t be removed that easily.

What darkness was created from the destroyed lamps was suddenly sucked away as Edge summoned her scythe of vice. All darkness concentrated in one spot and then extended into the tool of harvest. “AND AWAY YOU GO!” Edge screamed aesthetically, wielding the massless, immensely long weapon overhead and striking downwards. Her arms were around John’s neck in this endeavour, he himself with the back towards the boss, a truly awkward position.

The attack came at the same time as the boss threatened to crush Gnome under its heel. Rather than finish that motion, Adoptimus Prime took a hasted step backwards, leaving it slightly off balance. Even without information, the boss had enough common sense to know to dodge an attack from a giant scythe formed of darkness itself.

However, its dodge was immensely shallow, few centimetres separated its chest from the immaterial blade. The boss wasn’t the only person that could do a hasted step backwards though and so John quickly jumped after him, only to then let himself fall over like a bowling pin. Although it looked stupid, it gave the immensely agile elemental enough time to drag her weapon through Adoptimus Prime’s chest.

A robot without the capacity to feel it was suddenly subjected to untold amounts of torment. The calculated cool it had was suddenly broken, all data forgotten in favour of falling over and screaming. John liked his position more, lying under the, somewhat psychotic, eyes of a clearly flustered Edge. There were sounds of weapons meeting flesh and metal in the background as she begun to ride him with reckless abandon.

“I still got a few more minutes, right? Right! Mothers, this feels soooo gooooood!” she screamed out, her hips moving up and down in absolute absurd speeds that almost made it seem two of the pale-green haired girls were rocking their own world by riding on John’s cock. There was only one scream though, one of continuous pleasure.

John himself was just lying on his back and taking it all, the supernatural pussy around him gripping tight and the many folds of shadow and storm sheathing his dick over and over again. He was going to let her have her fun for her entire remaining duration. Not that he could have easily stopped her, or even wanted to leave that pussy anytime soon.



That had been a nice challenge to beat.