﻿\setgamedatatitle("Morte_11")

\text("Agri")
Morte―!
\endtext

\text
After a long and fierce battle, Morte was finally defeated
and struck down by the Demon Lord's army.
\endtext

\text
Seeing her collapse, Agri screamed and rushed over to her
side.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Why didn't you surrender, you idiot!
\endtext

\text
The abyssal monsters that had infested the lower levels of
the labyrinth―
\endtext

\text
Even after defeating all of them, Morte refused to stop
fighting.
\endtext

\text
As if her will had been taken over by their presence―

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Stop! ...Don't come any closer.
\endtext

\text
Margaretta, who had already gone to Morte's side, held Agri
back.
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Risbell!
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...Yes.
\endtext

\text
With a hard, cold expression, Risbell knelt beside Morte.

\endtext

\text
Remaining completely composed, she checked the condition of
the wounded with a few clinical steps, then turned and shook
her head.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
It's no use.
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Yes... she's dead. Completely.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
No way... ngh...
\endtext

\text
Agri planted both arms on the ground, pounding the earth
with his bare fists over and over.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Damn it, damn it... damn it! Shit, shitttt...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
So it was all for nothing... What a pointless ending.

\endtext

\text
There were still stairs leading further down, but for Caym,
the conquest of the 'Graveyard at the End' was over.

\endtext

\text
The long-standing danger was gone, the army gained fame and
reputation. Risbell would likely turn the recovered ancient
relics into military funds.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Risbell. I'll leave the rest to you. I'm... no longer
interested.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Understood. ...And, what should we do about him?

\endtext

\text
Collapsed beside Morte, Agri wept openly and shamelessly.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...All we can do is wait for time to heal him.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
For now, even if this is a graveyard, I don't think it's a
suitable place to bury a new dead.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I'll have the body recovered and arrange for a proper
burial. ―Everyone, please help.

\endtext

\text
The soldiers nodded and moved to carry Morte's body away.
―At that moment, Morte herself gave an order.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
There's... no need... for that...
\endtext

\text("Agri")
...Huh?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Huh...!?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
No way... it can't be!?
\endtext

\text
Risbell, who had confirmed the death herself, turned around
with a genuinely shocked expression.
\endtext

\text
There, Morte herself sat up halfway, looking around at
everyone with a sleepy face.

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Oh! So you were alive after all.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
That's impossible! She had no pulse, no body heat at all...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Wait a minute, you... don't tell me...?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Yeah. I'm dead... before... and now... always have been.
Yaaawn...
\endtext

\text
Just like someone waking up from a light nap, Morte let out
a big yawn.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
So... you were undead. You yourself...

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I've never heard of such a thing. She looks like a normal
human to me.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
If that kind of technique got out, women all over the world
would faint...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Men too. After all, it's immortality. There are even people
who want to become nothing but a skeleton lich.

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Hmm. So she herself was literally the treasure of the
labyrinth.
\endtext

\text
Morte, as usual, took her time, puffing on her pipe while
ignoring everyone waiting for her to speak.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Nngh... grr, grrr...
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Patience is key when dealing with her, Caym-sama.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's not... something good... you know...?
\endtext

\text
Finally, Morte tilted her head and spoke.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's not... something good...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...I've always thought so... but seeing you all, I was
reminded of it again...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's not... something good...
\endtext

\text
As if lost in distant memories, she inhaled a pale blue soul
from her pipe and slowly exhaled it into the air.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's the curse of agelessness and immortality... Even two
thousand years ago, I was the only one who achieved it...

\endtext

\text
This wasn't the kind of lich transformation where you come
back as a skeleton after death. The technique Morte
discovered back then was true immortality.
\endtext

\text
She became immortal while keeping her living body. Or she
could make others immortal. That was the eternal dream of
necromancers.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...It was as if the whole country... no, the whole world
came rushing to claim this power...

\endtext

\text
Morte spoke.
\endtext

\text
Every ruler in the world at the time―no, every living person
on earth―flocked to Morte, desperate for the technique she
had discovered.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
But the problem was... this power... couldn't just be used
by anyone...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
And... there are those who are suited for it and those who
aren't... I was especially... well-suited for this art...

\endtext

\text
According to Morte, the art of immortality must be
completely custom-made for each individual.

\endtext

\text
And not everyone is suited for it. You have to examine the
body and soul in detail, but in most cases, the subject's
lifespan runs out before you can finish.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
So the difficulty changes depending on the person.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
And sometimes it's impossible from the start...?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Actually, that's most of the time... Other than myself... I
never found anyone who could have the ritual prepared in
their lifetime...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
But... no matter how much I explained that, no one would
believe me...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
They thought I was just being stingy with the art. That's...
what they thought of me...
\endtext

\text
Morte herself never intended to monopolize the immortality
technique she created. ...But the situation didn't allow for
anything else.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
If you won't share your art, then... we'll tear you apart
and force the secret out of you... That's how they
threatened me, you see?
\endtext

\text
To escape the armies of kings and lords who wanted her,
Morte hid herself underground.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
For the first thousand years... even then... there were
still those who learned of my existence and came seeking
immortality...
\endtext

\text
Morte took a puff of soul from her pipe.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
The next thousand years... not even that. Only ignorant
fools, lost and blinded by greed, would wander in...

\endtext

\text
The records decayed, oral traditions faded away, and only
rarely would an adventurer come seeking treasure.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
So you've spent two thousand years here, dealing only with
the dead...
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
That really doesn't sound very pleasant at all.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
No... it's not... good...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Having companions... is... so much better...!

\endtext

\text
Morte smiled as she said that.
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Hmm...! Welcome, Morte. Let's get along from here on out.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Yeah! ...I love strong enemies, but strong allies are even
more welcome!

\endtext

\text
Agri rubbed under his nose.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah. Welcome... but, before that... ahem.

\endtext

\text
Caym was flustered by Morte's unexpectedly honest and cute
smile.

\endtext

\text
――The subordinates and soldiers, realizing what was about to
happen, quietly slipped away to their own tasks.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
It's the usual thing... or rather, a ritual we do when a
woman joins our ranks.
\endtext

\text
Caym cleared his throat again, this time even more
deliberately.
\endtext

\text
Morte looked puzzled at first, but quickly seemed to
understand what he meant.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Yes... now that you mention it, that was... part of the
deal, wasn't it...?
\endtext

\text
This time, Morte smiled seductively, with a hint of meaning
behind it.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... come to me... It might be fun to be held by a living
man... just once...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh...! Don't regret those words, alright?
\endtext

\text
With a proud grin, Caym pressed his body down onto Morte's―

\endtext

\text
Morte lay on the floor of the crypt, letting Caym do as he
pleased.
\endtext

\text
Morte didn't seem to have any sense of shame, completely
unconcerned about the eyes of those around her. She barely
resisted as he undressed her.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(It's less like a cold fish and more like having sex with a
corpse...)
\endtext

\text
In fact, she's half dead. ...Morte's skin is cool to the
touch, with no sign of blood flow.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Well, maybe that's not so bad in the summer. She'd keep the
bed nice and cool.)
\endtext

\text("Caym")
By the way, Morte. ...Earlier, you said something that
caught my attention.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
What is it? ...If there's something you want to know... I'll
answer anything...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
No, I mean about being with a living man. Don't tell me,
you've never done it before?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Right... Two thousand years ago... I was devoted to my
research...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Since I holed up in this graveyard... I've often let the
dead here keep me company...?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I mean... life here is terribly boring...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Every other pastime... I got bored of them all in less than
five hundred years...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
So you even gave your virginity to the dead, huh. What a
waste, honestly.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hm...? What are you doing... Caym...?

\endtext

\text
As Caym brought his face closer to Morte's crotch, Morte
tilted her head with a puzzled look.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
All the more reason I need to show you just how good sex
with a living man can be.

\endtext

\text
He spread Morte open―her slow movements and speech suggested
her very life force was weak.

\endtext

\text
There was no scent of sweat or any sign of living filth. She
was as clean as a doll down there.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Wait, even here she's cold. ...This really does feel like
necrophilia or something.)

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Well, at least it makes going down on her easier...!)

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Alright. No way those undead have this kind of technique...
Savor it.
\endtext

\text
Caym extended his tongue, bringing it close to Morte's
genitals.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
............?
\endtext

\text
As Caym began to go down on her, Morte watched him with a
blank, puzzled expression.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
What... are you doing...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
What do you mean, it's cunnilingus. Never had the undead do
this for you?

\endtext

\text
Morte slowly shook her head from side to side.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
No... corpses... don't do things like that...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's my first time... having something like that done to
me... Is it supposed to feel good...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
No, the one who's supposed to feel good is you, not me...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, actually, it's faster to just show you than explain.
...Believe it or not, I'm pretty good at this, you know?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, just relax and enjoy it.
\endtext

\text
If she's never had it done before, then there's a special
thrill in teaching an uninitiated woman about pleasure.

\endtext

\text
Eagerly, Caym pressed his face into Morte's pussy, sliding
his tongue between her folds.

\endtext

\text
But, however――
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Slurp, lick... lap... squish
\endtext

\text("Morte")
............
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Lick lick, slurp... suck... squelch...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
............?
\endtext

\text
Morte just stared blankly, tilting her head in confusion.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Wait a second. Huff, huff...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Caym... what exactly is supposed to be fun about this...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, it's not about fun, but most women, when you do this
to them, they feel so good they go wild...

\endtext

\text
She's not even getting wet. The only liquid making her pink
slit slick is Caym's own saliva.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hold on, Morte... do you feel anything from this?

\endtext

\text
Caym gently stroked the inside of her thigh, the spot where
most women are the most sensitive.
\endtext

\text
The soft, moist feel of her skin was pleasant against his
palm, but――
\endtext

\text("Morte")
No... I don't feel... anything?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Then how about this?
\endtext

\text
He pinched the same spot between his fingers and gave it a
sharp twist.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
....................
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... that hurts... a little...
\endtext

\text
After quite a delay, Morte finally furrowed her brows.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...I see. I'm starting to get it now, sort of.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let me ask... with those corpses, what kind of play did you
usually do?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Usually...?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Usually... let's see... about three to five guys...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I summon the strongest-looking ones... and have them fuck me
one after another...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
After a while... little by little... it starts to feel
good...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
―I see. That's a pretty rough way to play, though.

\endtext

\text
With Morte's numbness and the undead's purely primal
instincts, there really wasn't much else they could do.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Which means all the more reason I need to teach you―what
real pleasure in sex is all about.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Huh...?
\endtext

\text
Caym once again pressed his mouth to Morte's genitals.
\endtext

\text
―Normally, when you're with a woman, it's good manners to
give loving attention even to the places that don't feel
much.
\endtext

\text
You caress her whole body, and even when going down on her,
you run your tongue over every petal as if cherishing them
all.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(But in Morte's case, that's not how it works...)

\endtext

\text
The most sensitive, tiny bud. He peeled back the skin there
and focused all his attention on stimulating it.
\endtext

\text
He licked, sucked, nibbled with his lips, and even used the
tips of his front teeth to gently bite down.
\endtext

\text
For an ordinary woman, this would be too much―she'd feel
overwhelmed, maybe even resist from the pain―but―
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Ah...
\endtext

\text
Morte gave a faint twitch of reaction.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Ah... n, nn... something... there... it feels...
tingly... or something... ah, ah...

\endtext

\text
Morte's hips gave small, twitching reactions.

\endtext

\text
This was the moment―Caym intensified his assault on her
little bud, making it even stronger and rougher.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fua...? Wh-what is this...? Ah, something warm? It feels
like... something is being born... inside me...

\endtext

\text
Blushing, Morte squirmed and twisted her body as she felt
it.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Heh... just as I thought. She's actually pretty cute.)
\endtext

\text
Morte's sensitivity was only a fraction of a normal
person's, and she was as unresponsive as a dead fish, but
that didn't mean she felt nothing at all.
\endtext

\text
In fact, her reactions were almost innocent, even pure.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(As a man, this just makes me want to go even harder―!)
\endtext

\text
Caym felt a faint wetness on his tongue―not saliva―and
smirked to himself.
\endtext

\text
Determined to give Morte her first taste of real pleasure,
he focused even more on pleasuring her with his mouth.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Nn... ah... n, nn... fua... ah...

\endtext

\text
Morte let out soft, fluffy moans like a baby.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Lick, slurp... chu~! Squelch, lick...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Nn... when you do that there... it feels good... doesn't
it...?

\endtext

\text
If anything, Caym thought it was odd that, as a woman, she
hadn't noticed this until now... but he kept on pleasuring
her.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... haa... ahh... fua... ha, ahh...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Lick, slurp, slurp... haa haa, lick!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... haa... ahh... it feels... good... Caym...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah... squelch, slurp, tongue... haa haa... squelch...
pant, pant, pant

\endtext

\text("Caym")
W-wait a sec. I need a break.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... haa... ahh... fua... ahh...

\endtext

\text
Caym, on the verge of suffocating, literally took a
breather.
\endtext

\text
Maybe because she was slow to feel it, she was also slow to
cool down―Morte kept moaning in pleasure the whole time.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh... at this rate, it's really going to take all night to
make her cum.
\endtext

\text
Under Agri and Margaretta's command, the Demon Lord's
soldiers were preparing to withdraw and evacuate the
wounded.
\endtext

\text
At the same time, another unit led by Risbell was supposed
to be making an inventory of the treasure.
\endtext

\text
There was still some time left―but it would be pathetic if
the army couldn't leave because their commander was busy
screwing a woman.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(…Honestly, I'm already at my limit.)
\endtext

\text
His lower half was rock hard, to the point where he could
barely stand it.
\endtext

\text
He wanted to fuck this woman... to thrust inside her, make
her cry out, and fill her with his seed.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
You're not nearly wet enough yet, but... I'm going in!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haa... fua... eh...?
\endtext

\text
He climbed on top of Morte as she floated in the afterglow,
spreading her legs.
\endtext

\text
He pressed his tip against her slit―slick more with saliva
than love juices―and forced his way inside her tight
entrance.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh, ughh... s-so tight...!
\endtext

\text
Inside Morte, who was neither wet nor loosened enough, his
cock felt an almost painful tightness―and pleasure―like it
was being squeezed.
\endtext

\text
Of course, the pain on Morte's side from being forced open
like this had to be even worse, so he knew he shouldn't push
it―
\endtext

\text("Caym")
―I see. So I don't really need to worry about that, huh.

\endtext

\text
Morte just kept her usual blank frog-like expression,
completely unfazed.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... you're in...? Already...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah... it's good, inside you... nghh...

\endtext

\text
Caym couldn't help but let out a groan. If he let his guard
down, he felt like he'd explode at any moment.

\endtext

\text
He had to keep it together―no matter how he looked at it,
sex with Morte was going to be a long battle.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...So, it doesn't hurt? On your end, as usual?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Not really... it doesn't... hurt... okay...?
\endtext

\text
Morte shook her head. ――But judging by her expression, she
didn't seem to be enjoying it either.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Looks like... I'm really going to have to give it my all
here.)
\endtext

\text
Caym pulled Morte's hips closer and started thrusting.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I'm going to move... Just in case, tell me if it hurts.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...I'm fine... nnh... mm...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Then, I'll enjoy myself... ngh, ughh...!

\endtext

\text
She was hard to make feel good, but on the flip side, that
meant he could be a little selfish and move his hips however
he wanted.
\endtext

\text
Luckily, after being denied for so long during this
conquest, he'd built up plenty of semen.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(I'll set aside Morte's dullness for now and just focus on
enjoying myself...!)

\endtext

\text
Even if she's half a corpse, Morte is a beautiful woman. And
aside from her undead playmates, Caym is her first man.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Yeah. As a woman to be taken by the Demon Lord, she's more
than worthy――!)
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... ah... fuh... ah... ah...?

\endtext

\text
After a short delay from when he started thrusting, Morte
finally began to let out faint moans.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hah... this is pretty good for me too, you know? Nnngh...
Not having to worry about a woman's reactions during sex
isn't so bad.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I'm going to go even harder!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nnn... haa... fuh, ahn... a, a, ahn... nn...

\endtext

\text
Even as she was being forcefully fucked and shaken hard,
Morte kept letting out those sweet, nasal moans.

\endtext

\text
Still, little by little, the pleasure must have been
building up. The wetness inside her was definitely
increasing.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... nn... Caym... ah, it's hot... y-your cock... it's
different from a corpse's...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
The more you thrust... the hotter it gets... ah, it's
getting so hot... ah... ah...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Good, you're feeling it, aren't you, Morte? I'm... feeling
great too! Nghh...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... ahn... ahn...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ngh, ughh... huhh... huhh!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... nn... it's... good... fuaa...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Huhh! Huhh! Ooooh...! ...hah, hah.

\endtext

\text
Caym paused to catch his breath. Morte kept moaning softly
the whole time――
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Th-this is heavy... Did I go too hard right from the
start?)
\endtext

\text
It's not like he wasn't getting any reaction. But it still
felt heavy... dull.
\endtext

\text
At this rate, Caym was going to be exhausted before he could
even satisfy Morte for the first time.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(A-anyway, this is the first round. I'm already at my
limit... ughh!)
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Morte, I'm about to cum. Do you... do you know what it means
to cum?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Cum? I-is it when it feels good... and your body
trembles...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's right. If you can cum, do it with me... here I go!

\endtext

\text
Caym mustered all his strength, thrusting hard to awaken
Morte's dull pleasure.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Nn... ah, ah... nn... kuh, nn... ah, ah, ah...


\endtext

\text
A beat behind, Morte's moans gradually picked up in pace.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Come on, Morte. Go for it! Nghhh!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... ah... aaah...!?
\endtext

\text
Whether she came or not, Caym saw Morte's body tremble
slightly and released his load.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ah...! It's coming inside me, so hot... I feel like I'm
melting... from the inside... ah...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ughh, kuh...!
\endtext

\text
He poured plenty inside Morte―Caym finished his first
ejaculation.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hah, hah... Man, I'm so tired... way more than I thought...
hah...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haa... fuaa... ah...
\endtext

\text
While Caym was catching his breath, Morte was still basking
in the afterglow, looking quite satisfied.

\endtext

\text
That said, the pleasure Caym had given Morte was still
rather light―he knew that himself.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(...If I stop here, she'll think undead were better partners
than me.)
\endtext

\text
Fortunately, the afterglow from the first round still
lingered in Morte.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, Morte. Before that feeling fades, let's go for
round two...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... nn... c-come, Caym... ah, ahh!

\endtext

\text
The two of them dove into their second round of sex.
\endtext

\text
But right from the start, it felt very different from the
first time.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... this is good... it's getting better... nn, ah,
ah...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Oh? What's this...?)
\endtext

\text
Carrying over the excitement from before, Morte was now
reacting to his every move from the start.
\endtext

\text
Her once-cold body was now gently warm, and her pale skin
seemed to have taken on a faint flush.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
You're feeling it, aren't you... That's it... now I'm fired
up!
\endtext

\text
A dead-fish girl is fine once in a while, but sex is best
when you can see a woman's pleasure for yourself.

\endtext

\text
Getting carried away, Caym began to pound Morte even harder.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn... this is good... it's getting better... ah, it's so
hot, way more than a corpse's... fuaa... ah!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Of course. ...And how about your sensitivity here?

\endtext

\text
Thrusting his hips and slamming into her pussy, Caym reached
out to the spots that made her feel good.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn...? Ah... t-touching me there... when you squeeze me
there, nn, nn...

\endtext

\text
Morte squirmed in pleasure as her breasts were kneaded and
her nipples twisted.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
It feels all tingly... I can't take it, nn... it's getting
to be too much... ah, ah...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh...! You're adorable, Morte. Even more than I imagined.

\endtext

\text
Since she hadn't reacted much before, it was deeply
satisfying―he felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
And here... how's this?
\endtext

\text
Caym reached out again to the inside of her thigh, where
she'd claimed she felt nothing earlier.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... nn...? Something's... weird... it's tingling all the
way inside... nn, nnn...

\endtext

\text
As he stroked her sensitive spots, Morte squirmed her
hips―she was clearly feeling it.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's it, that's what makes it worth showing off my
technique.

\endtext

\text
Now that things had turned out this way, he had no intention
of losing to some mindless undead brute.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let me show you. The real thrill of sex―!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fuaa? A-ah... w-what are you... doing...? Ah, ah!

\endtext

\text
Caym thrust deep inside Morte while entwining his whole body
around hers.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
A man who only uses his hips during sex is second-rate―a
truly good fuck is done with your whole body.

\endtext

\text
Caym had spent years accumulating knowledge from illusion
stones.
\endtext

\text
He'd tested and refined that knowledge in practice, and now
his technique was at a masterful level.

\endtext

\text
He rubbed their chests together, teased her legs with his
own, kissed her lips, nibbled her nape and ears.

\endtext

\text
Moving his hips rhythmically to pound her pussy, he
stimulated her whole body, sending Morte into a dreamlike
haze.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuh, u... fua, fuhn...! R-really... this is so good... ah,
ah, ahhn...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
How is it, Morte? It's different, isn't it? Not like with
those dead men.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Y-yeah... it's different... Caym is... so much... so much
better... ah, ah, ahhh!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh...! Kuhaha, hahahaha!
\endtext

\text
Caym couldn't help but smile at how honest her reactions
were.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright! Then I'll fill you up with my second load. I don't
know if your body can even get pregnant.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
No... I'm going to knock you up. No matter what!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn, nngh...! I-it's thrashing around inside me...
Caym's... y-your cock...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, it's so hot... s-so intense... nn... it's making me feel
hot too... inside... haaa!

\endtext

\text
Morte wasn't lying. After two thousand years of frozen skin,
now she was radiating a faint heat from within.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I-I want it... Caym's... inside me...! I-I feel like... I
could get pregnant right now...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh, I'll give it to you, plenty of it, until you can't take
anymore!
\endtext

\text
He could feel an incredible amount of semen swirling in his
hips, ready to be released at any moment.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright... I'm gonna cum, okay? You should cum at the same
time!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Y-yeah... I'm cumming... nn, nn! Ha, ah... haau... kuh,
ah...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hah, ah, ah, ah...! Hah, ah... aaaaaaaah...!

\endtext

\text
Clinging to Caym, Morte's body trembled as she reached her
climax.
\endtext

\text
This time, there was no mistaking it―a true, deep orgasm.
Seeing that, Caym let go of his own restraint.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuhhh, ooooooh――!
\endtext

\text
In that instant, Caym's semen filled Morte's womb,
immediately overflowing and spurting out.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuh, hiiii...! I-I'm being washed out... inside... by
Caym's... hot stuff... ah, ah...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hiii...! Ah, ah, hiaaaa...!
\endtext

\text
Her body trembled again as Morte experienced another light
orgasm. Aiming for that, Caym released another load.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
There―! Get pregnant!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahhh, hiiii...!
\endtext

\text
Her womb was mercilessly pounded with semen, and Morte let
out a pained cry.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuh... hiii... haa... haaa...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Phew! That was a lot again. This one's definitely
record-breaking.
\endtext

\text
It was hard to believe this was only the second time
today―the amount of cum and pleasure were both overwhelming.
\endtext

\text
Caym had released enough that he could have called it quits
right there―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... hah, hahh... fuh, haa... haaa...!

\endtext

\text
Her usually pale skin was flushed red with desire as Morte
kept panting.
\endtext

\text
Caym swallowed hard. If this was just the second round, how
much more intense would the third be―

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I see. So that's what it means to be a slow starter.

\endtext

\text
She may have been slow at first, but with each round, her
pleasure kept building higher and higher.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
You little pervert... Now I have to see for myself―just how
high your pleasure can go.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Here I come!
\endtext

\text
Caym grabbed Morte's hips again and started thrusting deep
inside her once more.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh! Fuaaahh! It feels... just like... when I was
alive... ah, ah!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh yeah. Same here! Honestly―you're even better than most
living women. Ngh...!

\endtext

\text
Now, Morte was half a corpse―or rather, she felt about
two-thirds like a living woman.

\endtext

\text
Inside, she was hot, dripping wet, and responded sensitively
to Caym's movements.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Well, this is normal. But considering how she was before,
the contrast and sense of accomplishment are incredible...!)

\endtext

\text
Feeling undeniable joy, Caym pushed Morte even further,
making her climb higher and higher.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... ah, nn...! Th-this is good... Caym...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... it's like... from the waist down, we've melted
together into one...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh yeah. This sense of unity is what sex is all about. You'd
never get this with an undead partner―!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Y-yes... My body is hot, but... my heart... is warming up
too... Caym... Caym...?

\endtext

\text
Realizing she wanted a kiss, Caym leaned in to give her one.

\endtext

\text
There was still a faint chill, but even inside Morte's
mouth, a gentle warmth of life was returning.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... smooch... smooch...
\endtext

\text
Caym savored the softness inside Morte's mouth.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Smooch... nn, nn!? G-gulp...!

\endtext

\text
As he poured a mouthful of saliva into her, Morte obediently
swallowed it down.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Puhah...! ...Hah, hah... haa... fuhahh...

\endtext

\text
That long kiss had melted not just her body, but her heart
as well.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
C-Caym...? I have a problem...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh? What is it?
\endtext

\text
Still moving his hips and slowly teasing Morte, Caym asked
her back.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I-I'm about to... nn, nn... I'm going to... cum soon...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Isn't that a good thing? If it feels good, then just let go.
Let it all out.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Th-that's not it... I don't want it to end... I want to stay
like this... forever...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I want to feel this warmth... more... more... I want to
savor it forever...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Morte...
\endtext

\text
Caym gave her a gentle smile.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, it's not easy for a man to keep going forever.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
But if you become a member of my Demon Lord's army and stay
by my side―I'll let you experience this as many times as you
want, whenever you want.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Y-yeah... I'm cumming...! I'm going with you, Caym... a, ah,
ah...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Good. ...Then for now, I'll make you feel the greatest
orgasm of your two-thousand-year life.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Here I go!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahhh! ...A, ah...! Fua, kuah... ha, ahhh...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuhhhaaaan! Ah, ahn! Ahn, ahn...! Ah, it's so hot, it's
welling up inside me...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's it, Morte! Just like that, let it all out!
Uooraaa...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
A-ah... hahi...! I-I'm at my limit... I can't take the heat
of your cock anymore... a, ah!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hii, kii! Hahh... hihhaaaaahhh... nn!!

\endtext

\text
Morte, bucking her hips over and over, reaches her climax
first.
\endtext

\text
That stimulation and the sudden tightness―Caym also
instantly goes past his own limit.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-o-oohhh―!!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh! M-my belly... it's swelling up from the inside...
ha, a, ah, hauuu!

\endtext

\text
A fierce ejaculation like a raging torrent. In no time,
Morte's insides are filled to the brim, and the pressure
pushes Caym's penis out.
\endtext

\text
The unstoppable torrent splashes across Morte's face, her
hair, her shoulders, her belly―painting her white with
desire.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hihyaaah! N-now it's hot from the outside... I-I really
might melt... a, ah...!

\endtext

\text
Morte shrinks back, enduring the shock―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hihiiii! Ha, hyaaaaaa... nn!!

\endtext

\text
Bathed in a man's seed from head to toe, the pleasure of
being a woman makes her shudder again―sending her into
another climax.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
A, a, ah... ah...
\endtext

\text
Morte's cries of pleasure gradually grow quieter.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hahh... haa... haa... haaa...

\endtext

\text
As her expression softens, her body temperature―which had
briefly risen―returns to its usual coldness.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
For a moment... it felt like I was alive again...

\endtext

\text
With a nostalgic look on her face, Morte murmurs softly―

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Phew! That was some good sex―but it's about time.

\endtext

\text
Caym straightens himself and takes a breath.
\endtext

\text
Around them, the soldiers have finished preparing to
withdraw, and the spoils of war have been packed up for
transport.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Caym, we're ready over here! Oh, were you still busy?

\endtext

\text
Agri, Margaretta, Risbell, and the others come to report in.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Caym-sama, about how to handle that one―

\endtext

\text
Risbell casts a cold glance at Morte, who is also tidying
herself up after sex.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I know. ...Sorry, Morte. It wouldn't look right if you
weren't there for our triumphant return.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
But remember, you're not a prisoner―you're my subordinate...
and my woman.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
You won't be inconvenienced for now, and I'll have your
things brought over right away.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's fine... I don't need anything but myself... As long as
Caym is with me... that's all I need...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
No matter where... I'll follow you...!

\endtext

\text
As if to say she'll never leave him again, Morte gently
snuggles up to Caym.
\endtext

\text
Seeing this, Agri lets out a self-mocking chuckle.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
...Heh! I mean, with a look like that, what can you do?

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Anyway, from now on, we're comrades. Let's get along, yeah?

\endtext

\text
Morte nods quietly in response.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Agri, was it...? By the way, do you... have any
family...?

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Huh? I'm all alone in the world. Why?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I see... then you can die without worry from now on...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Your corpse... this Morte will... definitely resurrect it as
an undead...

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Uh, well... that doesn't exactly make me feel better.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Wait, are you gonna use me for something lewd?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
No... as a soldier...
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Figured as much. ...Damn it.
\endtext

\text
Margaretta pats Agri on the shoulder, and everyone bursts
out laughing together―
\endtext

\dlg("Morte has joined your party.")