﻿\setgamedatatitle("Morte_15")

\text("Morte")
...And that's how it was... That Noro... was acting so
weird...
\endtext

\text
Morte giggles to herself, lost in a fit of remembered
laughter that just won't stop.
\endtext

\text
Night. Caym's bedroom.
\endtext

\text
As usual, Caym and Morte are enjoying some adult
conversation before sex.
\endtext

\text
In the past, it was always Caym who entertained with stories
at times like this, while Morte just listened with interest.
\endtext

\text
But lately, that's started to change―
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Hmm... At first, this bitch didn't exactly hate the living,
but she did seem a bit uncomfortable around them.)
\endtext

\text
Maybe because she herself lacks life energy, she tended to
avoid people who had a lot of it.
\endtext

\text
It's kind of like how cats dislike noisy humans. ...Probably
why Agri got on her bad side too.

\endtext

\text
But lately, that seems to be changing.

\endtext

\text
Thanks to having sex with Caym and experiencing life energy
firsthand―and actually liking it.

\endtext

\text
She's become interested in the living, actively wandering
the labyrinth and communicating with the rest of the Demon
Lord's army.
\endtext

\text
Because of that, the awkwardness caused by Morte turning the
dead into undead soldiers seems to be naturally fading away.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Though honestly, that's also thanks to Agri and Spacchio's
efforts.)
\endtext

\text
Especially Agri―though there were issues at first, now she's
gone out of her way to help Morte fit in with the Demon
Lord's army as an ally.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(That's good. It's good, but...)
\endtext

\text
her breasts are completely exposed.


\endtext

\text
The important parts are hidden by her hair, just barely out
of sight, but that only makes it more exciting for a man.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
By the way, Morte... Actually, there's something I need to
tell you.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...What is it? Why so serious...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, it's about your fashion sense.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Basically, our Demon Lord's army is all about freedom. I
don't care what anyone wears. But...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Even so... it's starting to become a bit of a problem.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...? Is there something wrong... with it...?

\endtext

\text
Morte tilts her head. ―She genuinely doesn't seem to think
there's anything wrong with her outfit.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, when you wander around the labyrinth dressed like
that... There are some who just can't hold back anymore.

\endtext

\text
Actually, the other day, Risbell warned Caym about Morte.

\endtext

\text
...To put it bluntly, there's a storm of 'I wanna fuck her!'
and 'I gotta bang her!' swirling among the troops.

\endtext

\text
Well, the fact that they're thinking that now probably means
the initial fear has faded and Morte's fitting in with the
Demon Lord's army―
\endtext

\text("Caym")
But seriously, aren't you embarrassed? I mean, I'm not
trying to criticize your fashion or anything.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Embar...rassed? What... kind of feeling is that...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Wait, we're starting from there?
\endtext

\text
Lately, I thought Morte was getting used to the world and
becoming more normal...
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\text
―But according to Morte, it seems this tits-out fashion
isn't really a hobby of hers.

\endtext

\text
It's just convenient―after spending two thousand years only
interacting with the dead, her sense of shame has worn away.

\endtext

\text
...If Caym and the others had arrived any later, she
might've forgotten the habit of wearing clothes altogether
and ended up completely naked.
\endtext

\text
―Not that I wouldn't have liked to see that, honestly.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Anyway, it's a problem for you to wander around dressed like
that. There are a ton of guys who can't hold back and want
to fuck you.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Is that so...?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
If that's the case... I don't mind letting them.
\endtext

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

\text("Morte")
If they want to... I'll let them. Doesn't matter how many.

\endtext

\text
Morte says this without even changing her expression.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-No, most people wouldn't want that... Oh, I see.

\endtext

\text
Morte's gotten so used to walking around with her chest out
that it doesn't bother her at all anymore.
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\text
Naturally, any sense of modesty or chastity about being
taken by a group has completely vanished.

\endtext

\text
―After all, back in the graveyard, she used to let groups of
undead rape her just to kill time.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Yeah, there's no way I can let her outside the
labyrinth...)
\endtext

\text
Just thinking about that makes me want to hold my head in my
hands―
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\text("Caym")
―But actually, that's pretty interesting. Great idea.

\endtext

\text
I'm talking about the group play. The anti-demon barrier's
been broken, and screwing around with undead just gave me a
cold.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
The only problem is, if we do it too openly, Risbell will
probably have something to say about it later...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Well, whatever. If it feels good, I can handle getting
scolded by Risbell afterward.
\endtext

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

\text
Morte looks at Caym, who's plotting something, with an
innocent, almost childlike expression of curiosity.

\endtext

\text
Just imagining Morte being gangbanged―or made to be
gangbanged―makes my crotch throb.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah. This is going to be fun, isn't it? I need to let
everyone know right away... Just gotta make sure Risbell
doesn't find out... mumble mumble
\endtext

\text
The more people, the better―Caym decided to go all out
without worrying about what comes after.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...And that's the deal. Thanks for gathering, my comrades!

\endtext

\text("Soldiers")
Ooooh~~
\endtext

\text
The soldiers respond with scattered cheers.
\endtext

\text
It's late at night, in the labyrinth's tavern. Only the
soldiers who were into this kind of thing have gathered,
thanks to a top-secret message.
\endtext

\text
On stage stands Caym. Morte, who doesn't really understand
what's going on, has also been brought up.
\endtext

\text
Caym lets out a sly laugh and looks over the crowd.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Who wants to fuck this woman?!
\endtext

\text("Soldiers")
Oooohhh!
\endtext

\text
The soldiers raise their fists and roar in response.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright. ...Who's not afraid of getting scolded by Risbell
later?!
\endtext

\text("Soldiers")
Ooooh...
\endtext

\text
This time, the cheers are a bit more hesitant.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Very good. Your burning passion, this Demon Lord Caym has
received it loud and clear.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
―And just what exactly have you received?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-uh!? Risbell! Why are you here?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Why? There's nothing that happens in my army that doesn't
reach my ears.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh... I-is that so. No, this is, uh...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
You know. ―You told me, didn't you? That there are so many
guys who want to fuck Morte, so do something about it.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I told you to do something about Morte-san's fashion!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Who in their right mind would actually let everyone who
wants to do her, do her?!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh... Well, I am the Demon Lord, after all.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
That's not an excuse! ...But, well.

\endtext

\text
Risbell glances at the soldiers gathered in the tavern and
sighs.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
With things this heated up, even if I ordered everyone to
leave, it wouldn't calm down...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh! So it's okay then!
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
J-just this once! Are you listening, Caym-sama?!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Of course I am. ...Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone!

\endtext

\text("Soldiers")
Oooooooh――!!
\endtext

\text
The soldiers, who had been watching anxiously to see what
would happen, all let out a joyous roar at once.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let the one-night-only show begin. Let's enjoy ourselves
until morning――!!
\endtext

\text
On stage, Caym strips off his underwear, twirls it around
his finger, and tosses it into the crowd of soldiers.
\endtext

\text
The soldiers all raise their fists and cheer, and those who
can't hold back any longer strip off their own underwear and
scramble up onto the stage――
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh... so many penises. Alive... brimming with the power of
life... it's full of penises...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
This is... my first time experiencing this... Ahh... the
power of life... my body is starting to burn up...!

\endtext

\text
Even surrounded by countless raging, thrusting cocks from
the frenzied men, Morte shows no sign of hesitation.

\endtext

\text
On the contrary, she seems to be already intoxicated,
sensing the aura of libido―the primal instinct of
life―radiating from them.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah. Just hurry up already. I can't... hold back anymore
either.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Leave it to me... First... I'll take care of you right
here...
\endtext

\text
Morte presses Caym's thrusting cock between her large,
bell-shaped breasts, sandwiching it firmly.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuhh, whoa...!? Y-you really are... good at this! Ngh!

\endtext

\text
It was just a simple titjob, but the way she adjusted her
grip and made her soft flesh tremble was exquisite.

\endtext

\text
―Despite her laid-back demeanor, Morte's technique is
top-class.
\endtext

\text
Having honed her skills for years on the dead, whose
sensitivity is frighteningly dull, her ability to make a man
feel pleasure is almost excessive.
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
M-Morte-sama! Us too... please, us too!!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm... leave it to me... here...
\endtext

\text
Morte gently wraps her slender fingers around the cocks
thrust out from both sides.
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
B-buhiiii...!?
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
U-woooooo...!!
\endtext

\text
Immediately, the soldiers scream in ecstasy from the
overwhelming pleasure.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh... these are impressive... and this heat... it's nothing
like those corpses... fufu...

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Hah, hahhh, hahiiii...!!
\endtext

\text
The soldiers clutch their heads and writhe their hips. The
gap between her gentle finger movements and their intense
reactions is incredible.
\endtext

\text
The remaining soldiers exchange glances and gulp nervously.

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
M-Morte-sama! Can I have a turn too? P-please, with your
mouth...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Very well... bring it here... Oh, what a strong smell...
it's making my head spin... lero...

\endtext

\text
Without hesitation, Morte extends her tongue toward the
soldier's pungent cock thrust out before her.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Lick... slurp... lero, lero... neroooh...!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Fugoooooo......!?
\endtext

\text
The orc soldier screams out in ecstasy from the overwhelming
pleasure.
\endtext

\text
Morte's tongue shows no mercy. She coils around the most
sensitive parts, licking, slurping, and sucking them up.

\endtext

\text
The surrounding soldiers murmur in surprise―no one had
expected the laid-back Morte to have such incredible
technique.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I've experienced it myself... ngh, but still, you're really
used to handling so many at once.

\endtext

\text
Morte herself is not very sensitive, and apparently, even in
the graveyard, she was used to handling multiple undead at
once.
\endtext

\text
――Even surrounded by this many cocks, she doesn't neglect a
single one, giving pleasure to everyone equally.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh... this is wonderful...! Even without making you cum... I
can feel your life... it's like a wave washing over me...

\endtext

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

\text
Countless soldiers gathered in the tavern. Of course, it's
impossible to take on every single one of them――

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
B-buhi...???
\endtext

\text
The soldier being serviced by Morte looks at his own hand,
faintly glowing with phosphorescence, and lets out a
surprised cry.
\endtext

\text
Looking around, even the soldiers who haven't had their turn
yet are drooling from their mouths, panting in pleasure.

\endtext

\text
Meanwhile, Caym himself can feel a power welling up from
below his navel that clearly isn't just his own――

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hmm... I see, so that's what's going on.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Lick, lerooo... that's right... with this, everyone... can
enjoy themselves...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
A variation of a necromancer's technique. I get it now!

\endtext

\text
Morte―a necromancer―is a specialist in handling the energy
of human life.

\endtext

\text
She's gathering the life force of everyone present and
supplying it to Caym and the soldiers fucking her.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah... with this, I'm even better than an undead right now.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let's do this! Come on, everyone, give me your energy!
Uoooo...!!
\endtext

\text
Fueled by the surging power, he thrusts his hips powerfully,
assaulting Morte's breasts.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... aaahn... amazing... Caym... you're overflowing with
life force... ah, ah...

\endtext

\text
Overwhelmed by the torrent of energy that goes beyond simple
sexual stimulation, Morte can't help but moan in pleasure.
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Buhi, buhi, buhiiiiii...!
\endtext

\text
The already powerful orc soldiers are further strengthened,
their eyes bloodshot as they attack Morte's body.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nngh, guh...!? Le-lerooo... nupuuu! Guh, guchuu...

\endtext

\text
Her head is pulled in, and Morte's lips are forcefully
violated.
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Buh! Bufuu, bufuuu...!
\endtext

\text
The soldier being serviced by hand isn't satisfied and wraps
his own hand over hers, forcefully jerking his cock.

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Fugoooooo...!
\endtext

\text
Countless cocks, unable to hold back any longer, are thrust
out and rubbed against every available part of Morte's body,
being stroked off.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Guh, nnngh, nchuuu! Upuu! Le-lerooo... n, ah, aaahh! Hahh,
hauuu...!

\endtext

\text
It's like a bed of nails―an incredible assault by countless
cocks. Any ordinary woman would be overwhelmed and screaming
by now――
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh... this is good...! I'm starting... to feel it a
little...! Nn, nero... nerooo!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I-if it's like this... I might be able to get into a good
groove right from the first round... fuaaah...!

\endtext

\text
Since Morte is naturally a bit dull, the intense assault
from the soldiers, powered up by everyone's energy, is
actually just right for her.
\endtext

\text
Her once-cold body is warming up, and she can feel her
breasts, which are sandwiching cocks, becoming nice and
soft.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh... at this rate, we should be able to finish soon. How
about you guys...?
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Puhii, puhiiii...!
\endtext

\text
Even though they've been powered up, they're still just
low-ranking soldiers. Their stamina can't compare to Caym,
the lewd Demon.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright! Hang in there a little longer. Let's all cum
together...!
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Buhihihi! Bu... hiiiii―!
\endtext

\text
The soldiers desperately hold back their orgasms, trying to
mount a counterattack against Morte.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh... is it coming out...? It's coming, isn't it? The
source... of life...?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... let me help you out...!
\endtext

\text
Morte gives a seductive smile and intensifies her handwork,
mouthwork, and the shaking of her breasts all at once.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-ugh!? Hey, you don't have to go that far, we're already
more than... o-o-oh...!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Puhiiiiiiii...!
\endtext

\text
Squeezed dry by Morte's two thousand years of technique, the
soldiers let out pitiful screams.
\endtext

\text
Caym is no exception; the double and triple skillful
vibrations on his chest make his back arch in pleasure.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
T-to think this happens without even touching it!? Ngh,
o-o-ohhh...!
\endtext

\text
Unable to hold back, Caym shoots his first load. The
surrounding soldiers also reach their limits and unleash
their cum onto Morte.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hah, ah, ahhhh...! It's like life itself is raining down on
me! So hot, so raw...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuuuh, ah... fuaaah, ahhhhhh...!!

\endtext

\text
Even as she climaxes herself, she doesn't let up on her
assault on the soldiers.
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pugiiiiii...!
\endtext

\text
As if to wring out every last drop, the soldiers forcefully
squeeze themselves dry, pouring their cum onto Morte's hair,
shoulders, and face.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... a-amazing... At this rate... I feel like I could
come back to life...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh... haah, haah... Morte, can't you go a little easier on
us?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's fine... Today, there are plenty of living substitutes
around...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Isn't that right, everyone?
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Bu, buhi! Buhi!
\endtext

\text
As if saying 'me next, me next,' a fresh group surrounds
Morte, replacing the first wave that was squeezed dry.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hold on a second, it's fine for the soldiers, but I can't
last that long!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
That too... is fine... that...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
W-woah!?
\endtext

\text
Once again, I feel that familiar life force gathering toward
me.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
W-what...!?
\endtext

\text
After shooting out every last drop and going limp, my dick
suddenly surges back to life with unnatural strength.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
You've been revived, haven't you...? You can come back to
life as many times as you want with this...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah. It's kinda like being a zombie, but... anyway, let's
do this!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Buhihiiii... nngh!
\endtext

\text
Teaming up with the new soldiers, Caym starts going at Morte
again.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nnngh! Mmph...!? Be-betcho, lero...

\endtext

\text
Once again, Morte is forced to grip cocks in both hands, has
one shoved into her mouth, and gets her whole body smeared
with glans as she's thoroughly ravished.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nnngh... this is amazing... I'm feeling much better
now... le-lero... nn, muguu, haguu...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh! Seriously... I'm completely revived. As expected of a
necromancer's technique.
\endtext

\text
As he enjoys Morte's titjob again, Caym is surprised that he
doesn't feel any fatigue after cumming once already.
\endtext

\text
The tavern is filled with the heat of the soldiers. Even
those who don't have the courage to join in are burning with
desire.
\endtext

\text
That desire―the energy of life―is probably being gathered
and poured into Caym.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
So basically... today, I'm the only one who doesn't have to
switch out, and I can keep going until the end, huh?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
That's right... Without you, Caym... it's boring... I get
lonely...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Personally, I kinda like watching too... but all right.

\endtext

\text
With a grunt, Caym thrusts his hips. He sandwiches his cock
between her breasts and rapidly moves up and down.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ah, aahh...! S-so strong... haah!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Since you went out of your way for me, I'll make sure to
enjoy myself! ...Here we go!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Fungaooo...!
\endtext

\text
Fired up by their leader Caym's spirit, the soldiers'
excitement rises to another level.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fuan! Hah! Hihaaa... nnngh, guchu, nupaaa...!


\endtext

\text("Morte")
Puhahhh! Ama-amazing! The scent of life... it's
overwhelming!
\endtext

\text
To Caym, it just smells like the musky scent of men's cum,
sweat, and adrenaline―the smell of sex itself.

\endtext

\text
Without realizing it, they're all burning with the urge to
leave descendants, radiating that scent.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I-I can't take it... ahh! I can't hold back anymore!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
H-hey, Morte! O-ohh! Fooooo...!?

\endtext

\text
Once again, Morte loses all self-control and goes all out,
sucking every last drop of the men's cum―including Caym's.

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pugiiiiiiiiii...!?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-you fool! T-there's no way any man could last like this...
W-what!?

\endtext

\text
The men are about to cum in no time. But just before that,
Morte gently draws out their life energy.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
S-she drained me before I could even cum...?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Come now, let's keep going... You can keep going, can't you?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah, I can keep going... ngh!
\endtext

\text
―Morte is no longer even trying to hide her true power.

\endtext

\text
She drains the men just before they climax, then demands
even more service from them.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Unbelievable... you insatiable slut!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ha, ahh... ahhh...! For you to say that to me, Caym... I
never expected it!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh... well, you're not wrong!
\endtext

\text
It was Caym who trained the once-naive Morte to be like this
when it came to sex.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Though, she probably had the talent for it from the
start―!)
\endtext

\text
Two thousand years of pent-up frustration, vented only on
undead. Determined to blow it all away, Caym thrusts into
her with wild abandon.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, hahh! Ha, haah! Hau, au, aaah...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nnn!? Guchu, nupuu... lero, nchou... nn, nnpuu!
Guppuuuu...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuhhiiii! Haaah! Ahh, ahhaaah... Nnn!

\endtext

\text
Even as their life is being drained, the orc soldiers keep
pounding Morte with everything they've got.
\endtext

\text
But all at once, they reach their limit and unleash the cum
they've been holding back.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hyaaaah! It's so hot, the droplets of life are pouring down
on me... e-even in my mouth? Gupu...!

\endtext

\text
Every cock surrounding Morte erupts, covering her whole body
in sticky filth.
\endtext

\text
Her fingers, the hollow under her ears, the dip of her back,
her armpits and navel―every part of her that could be used
as a hole is violated and defiled.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
And now, me too―!
\endtext

\text
As if to finish her off, Caym, who is fucking her tits,
shoots his load and splatters his cum all over Morte's face.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Puh, puhfuuh! S-so thick! Caym's is the strongest... it
smells the most like life...!

\endtext

\text
And then another round of nonstop ejaculation.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
K-koff! Upuu! Haaah, ahhh... nn!

\endtext

\text
With one last, sultry cry of ecstasy, Morte finally reaches
her climax.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hahh... fuhh... haa... aaah...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
A-amazing... My whole body feels like it's boiling over with
the power of life being poured into me...
\endtext

\text
Her entire body is soaked in men's semen. An ordinary woman
would either scream and cry from the overwhelming violation,
or lose her mind completely―
\endtext

\text("Morte")
This... this is wonderful... Yes... I feel like it's even
good for my health...
\endtext

\text
Though, for Morte, who's half-dead, health probably doesn't
mean much―
\endtext

\text
Anyway, Morte seems relaxed and is enjoying this group play.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Come on, let's keep going, keep going...! Hm? What's wrong,
Caym...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-no, I've already cum plenty, so I was thinking I'd just
watch for a bit... Whoa!?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
No, you can't... Without you, Caym, I feel so lonely...!

\endtext

\text
Pouting like a spoiled child, Morte clings to Caym and pours
more life energy into him.

\endtext

\text
His cock and balls, sore from overuse, suddenly fill with
blood and spring back to life as if by magic.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh, it's come back to life... Now then, let's continue...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh... I'm not your toy corpse, you know.

\endtext

\text
Caym can't help but feel a strange sense of sympathy and
pity for the corpses that had been used as Morte's sex toys
for two thousand years.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
But, well, if I'm hard, I guess I'll do it! Damn it!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
That's the spirit... Ah, ahhn!
\endtext

\text
The surrounding soldiers are swapped out for new ones, and
the third round of Morte's violation begins.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kyaah, hahiiiii... nngh! They're inside, they're all inside
me! So many thick ones... puhf!?

\endtext

\text
Morte is made to lie face down and stick her ass up.

\endtext

\text
Her ass is grabbed by a burly orc hand and she's thrust into
deeply.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn, nngh... T-this is amazing too... lero, lerooo...
M-mmph! So forceful... mm!

\endtext

\text
He must have been waiting his turn for a long time. The
impatient orc soldier crushes her lips and forcefully fucks
her mouth.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
You look great, Morte! And here too... ngh, you're so wet.
Oh...!

\endtext

\text
Caym takes the bottom position and, as usual, claims her
front hole. Morte won't allow anyone else to have it.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nngh!? There's... there's still more? S-so many cocks...
All that's left are my hands... ah, ah!

\endtext

\text
Her hands are grabbed and made to stroke cocks. Even so,
countless hard cocks remain, all pointed at her―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
C-cocks... So many cocks... Surrounded by dicks everywhere!
Fua... Everyone's alive...!

\endtext

\text
Morte is almost intoxicated by the raw energy radiating from
all those male organs.

\endtext

\text
Even so, used to handling multiple partners, Morte doesn't
neglect to pleasure each cock.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-ugh! This is... ngh. Incredible! You're squeezing and
writhing around me... o-oh-oh!

\endtext

\text
The combination of her undead-trained tightness and hip
movements makes Caym let out a foolish-sounding moan.

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pu, pugi, pugi, pugiiii!
\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Guh, uoooo...!?
\endtext

\text
The soldiers raping Morte at the same time also cry out in
surprise at a pleasure they've never experienced before.

\endtext

\text
―When it comes to handling multiple partners, there's no
doubt she's the greatest master Caym has ever known.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh, ugh...! Amazing, Morte! I've never seen such skill...
ah, uuuuh!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I've heard that enough already...! I want it harder, even
harder!
\endtext

\text
For Morte, who is used to the relentless pounding of the
undead, even the orcs' violation must seem tame.

\endtext

\text
She shakes her ass seductively, urging the men for more and
more.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh... In that case, we can't lose either. Let's go, guys!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pugiiiiii...!
\endtext

\text
The soldiers' excitement is already at its peak from Morte's
adorable begging.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahh, hahh, a, ann! Yes, that's it! This is what I want!
Harder... do it even harder!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pugyaaah, oooo...!!
\endtext

\text
Morte is forcefully raped and tossed around by the
muscle-bound orcs.

\endtext

\text
It looks like a brutal scene―but for half-dead Morte's
dulled senses, this might be just right.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fuhh, ann! Haaahn! Cock, cock, it's amazing! Ahh... it's
starting to feel so good!

\endtext

\text
Morte writhes wildly, lewdly, and adorably. Her voice and
appearance drive the soldiers into even greater excitement.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I can't take it anymore...! I'm going to move too...!

\endtext

\text
In this storm of a gangbang, only someone like Morte could
turn the tables and fight back.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuhh, ugh, ooo... This! This is incredible!

\endtext

\text
With Morte starting to move on her own, the pleasure in the
room is instantly compressed to its limit.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Fuhh, ooooh! Kuuuh... haaaah...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hiaaaa! It's coming... let it out! Give me everything, all
your life force...!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Pugiiiiiiii...!!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ooooooooooo!
\endtext

\text
Everyone's excitement and pleasure reach their peak and then
explode.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hia! Ia! Hihya... haaaaah...nnn!!

\endtext

\text
The tavern air turns white for a moment from the explosive
ejaculation.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ihiaaaa...nnn! It's semen, semen! This is... this is life
itself... haaah...!

\endtext

\text
Morte's meltingly ecstatic face and writhing body urge the
men to cum even more.

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Gwooooooouuu!!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hnnngh, uuuu...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahyaaah...! S-So hot... it's wonderful... truly... truly...
haaah...

\endtext

\text
Morte basks in pure satisfaction, covered head to toe in
semen like a waterfall.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hii... haa... haa... whew!

\endtext

\text
Swept up in the moment, Caym has gone past his limit and
completely emptied himself.
\endtext

\text
Of course, his dick doesn't even twitch anymore―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Aaaah... this is so good... it's getting even better...

\endtext

\text
As a slow starter, Morte looks like she's just getting to
the main event.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Come on, Caym, let's keep going! Hurry, hurry up...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-no, I mean, I'm already... wha― ooooh!

\endtext

\text
Once again―he feels Morte gathering the room's energy and
pouring it into his body.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
No! If Caym isn't here, it's not fun! It's boring!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I-I'm glad you feel that way, but... whoa!?

\endtext

\text
The moment he felt a twinge of affection for Morte's
childlike earnestness, selfishness, and purity―his cock
sprang right back to life.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh! There it is... it's getting big again...!

\endtext

\text
Sure, he's hard again―and Morte is pumping him full of
energy―but the semen itself is still being made by his own
body.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(A-am I gonna die when this is over? Is this how I go...?)

\endtext

\text
Still, with a hard-on, energy flowing into him, and feeling
a bit of love for Morte―there's only one thing to do.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Whatever! I'm doing it! I'm gonna fuck you!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
You're so cool, Caym!
\endtext

\text
The exhausted soldiers are sent to the back, replaced by a
fresh batch.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, let's go, you bastards. This is the final battle!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Puhh, giiiiii...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn...! Ha, ahh, haaaahn!

\endtext

\text
New cocks are shoved into her mouth and ass, and the
fearless men start fucking Morte again.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
A-ahh... so lively... so cute... mm, guh, ugh! Nn, nn, nnn!


\endtext

\text("Caym")
Whoa...! This is amazing too, it's like molten lava... I
can't believe this is Morte!
\endtext

\text
Her hot, dripping wet pussy feels even more raw and alive
than a real woman's.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Isn't she almost completely back to life? U-ugh...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Maybe so...! While we're doing this, I feel warm... Not just
my body, but my heart too...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I see... No wonder it's so addictive!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nnngh! Mmph... guh, slurp! Suck, slurp... so wet... ah,
ah, haaahn!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Cock... it's the best! I just... I just can't get enough...!

\endtext

\text
Caym and the other men felt the same way. ―No, even more so.

\endtext

\text
A woman who not only endures the intense gangbang without
flinching, but writhes even cuter and begs for more.

\endtext

\text
Their brains numb with lust, it feels like all their life
force is turning into semen and gathering around their
asses.
\endtext

\text
I want to fuck her, I want to fuck her, I want to fuck
her―just that one desire unites all the men, and they
relentlessly seek out Morte's body.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nnngh! Slurp! Mmph... lick, lick... nnngh! Ha, ah, ahn!


\endtext

\text("Morte")
More...! More, more, more, moreee...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuhh, ooooooh...!
\endtext

\text
Caym, long past his limit, becomes one with the sturdy orcs
and mindlessly fucks Morte.

\endtext

\text
A pure rush of pleasure, like a torrent of light, floods his
mind in ecstasy―
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haa, ah, ah ah ah, haaah, ah ah ah...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuhhh! Oh oh oh oh, ohhh...!

\endtext

\text("Orc Soldier")
Puhh, giiiiiiiii―――!
\endtext

\text
Whiteout―once again, everyone's pleasure peaks at the same
time and explodes.
\endtext

\text
Ejaculation―
\endtext

\text
Ejaculation, ejaculation, ejaculation.
\endtext

\text
As if blessed from the heavens, Morte basks in rapture and
bliss.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Semen... it's semen! This is... life itself...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fwah, ahh, haaah... a, ah, aaaaaaah――!!

\endtext

\text
Just from the joy of being filled with semen, Morte reaches
her climax.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fwaaah, haaah, haaah... haa... aaah...

\endtext

\text
Her cheeks flushed, breathing fast, Morte pants with
childlike exuberance.
\endtext

\text
―There's no trace left of the pale, half-dead girl she once
was.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
That was wonderful...! But... it's still not enough...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
H-hey, even for you this is... w-whoa!?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
How many times do I have to say it! With Caym... I want to
do it with Caym!

\endtext

\text
A new power pours into him. He's gotten used to it by now,
but the unnaturalness and creepiness never quite go away.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Is there... even an end to this...?)
\endtext

\text
Thinking that, Caym looks around the tavern. Half the
gathered soldiers have already collapsed, lying there with
blissful expressions.
\endtext

\text
――Besides those who had their essence drained directly,
there are probably many whose energy was transferred to Caym
by the necromancer's power.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Tch... Fine. If that's what they want, I'll fight to the
last man!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
That's the Caym I know...! A, ah, ah...!

\endtext

\text
With no end in sight, the tavern echoed with moans and cries
of pleasure――
\endtext

\text
The battle ended, and night grew late.
\endtext

\text
With the soldiers lying in piles of corpses―yet all with
happy faces―Caym shared a drink with Morte.

\endtext

\text
Having been cleansed of her corruption, Morte had returned
to her usual dull, sluggish half-dead self.

\endtext

\text
――But her expression was filled with deep satisfaction, and
seeing it made Caym feel both happy and proud as a man.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...It almost feels... like a dream...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh? What does?
\endtext

\text
Taking a sip of his drink, Caym answers. Despite all that
exertion, he strangely doesn't feel tired at all.

\endtext

\text
――Maybe this is what it means to be filled with the very
energy of life itself, not just some simple stimulant.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
These days... right now... Caym is here, everyone is here...
it's lively... and fun...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, after spending two thousand years in a dark grave with
only the dead for company, I suppose that's understandable.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Honestly, it's amazing you endured it. ...If it were me, I
might have lost my mind.
\endtext

\text
Caym had once lived a similar life, but even then he had
hobbies to enjoy and a beautiful landlady at his boarding
house.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I didn't really know... what it meant to have fun...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...I just thought... this is how things are... that's how I
managed to endure it...

\endtext

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

\text
Caym pours more sake into Morte's empty cup.

\endtext

\text
――Morte is strong when it comes to alcohol. And naturally,
she doesn't sober up easily either.
\endtext

\text
He pours himself a drink as well, downs it, and then turns
to Morte with a question.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I've always meant to ask you this. Let me ask now.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
――Am I compatible with your magic?
\endtext

\text
Morte stares at Caym's face for a moment, then sadly shakes
her head.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
So, you'd already checked. ...I see.

\endtext

\text
Caym lets out a deep sigh.
\endtext

\text
It's about Morte's magic―the one that grants immortality
while keeping a person as they are.
\endtext

\text
Unlike becoming a lich, where you turn into a skeleton and
are consumed by madness, this is an almost perfect spell―but
only a handful of people are compatible with it.
\endtext

\text
――For most, just examining the structure of their soul as a
preliminary step for the spell is enough to use up their
entire lifespan.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Even if I were to conquer the world, I still couldn't
live forever, huh.
\endtext

\text
Morte nods. In a way, it's like a death sentence―but――


\endtext

\text
Maybe that's for the best, Caym thinks.

\endtext

\text
He recalls, one by one, the faces of his comrades―those who
fight alongside him and share his dreams.
\endtext

\text
Subordinates, lovers, friends―after all those people have
died and disappeared...
\endtext

\text
Even if I alone could live forever―what would be the point?

\endtext

\text
Besides, if life had no end, would anyone even think to
chase their dreams within it――?

\endtext

\text
As he thinks this far, Caym notices Morte quietly standing
before him.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I see. But that means you'll be the one left behind, won't
you? Even after we're all gone――
\endtext

\text
For Morte, who flows through eternal time, even this era
spent as a member of the Demon Lord's army is nothing more
than a fleeting dream.
\endtext

\text
When that dream ends, will she return once more to that dark
grave――
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's right. Then, Morte, let me make you a promise.

\endtext

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

\text("Caym")
Yeah. I'll tell the others too. When I die, I'll let you
have my corpse.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
――Don't look so sad, it's a long way off. Whenever you see
these horns, remember me.

\endtext

\text
Morte looks like she's about to cry.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...No... I don't want that...
\endtext

\text
She says this slowly, but shakes her head over and over.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...If Caym dies... I'll die too...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
――Morte!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I don't want to be alone anymore... That's not... what it
means to be alive...

\endtext

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

\text
――No matter the reason, Caym can't believe that taking one's
own life can ever be justified.
\endtext

\text
But in reality, what words could he offer to Morte, left all
alone in the endless flow of time?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Maybe... at times like this, selfish wishes are stronger
than logic.)
\endtext

\text
Thinking this, Caym calls out to Morte.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Morte. In that case, grant me a favor.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Caym's... favor...? What is it...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah. ...You know the saying, right? As long as there's even
one person who remembers you, you never truly die.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
It's the same for Agri and the others. They're not fighting
to die... they're fighting to live. To live on in people's
memories.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
But no matter how much you make a name for yourself, no
matter how deeply you're etched into memory, that doesn't
mean it's forever.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
People die, generations pass. Eventually, everyone is
forgotten.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
―So, this is my selfish wish. I want someone who will
remember me forever.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Morte, I want you to be that person.
\endtext

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

\text("Morte")
...Somehow... I feel like I've been talked into something
here...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh! W-Well, you could say that...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
But... very well...
\endtext

\text
Morte gives a faint smile.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...This Morte... will grant you that selfish wish...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Fortunately... it seems that, since I died... any feeling
lingers in my heart far longer than when I was alive...
\endtext

\text
Saying this, Morte gently places her hand over her chest.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I'll keep living... for a thousand years, ten thousand
years... so I never forget Caym...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...The memories of these days... the fun times with
everyone... my love for you... I'll never forget them...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Yeah. I'm counting on you, okay?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
You've got it... But, that aside...
\endtext

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

\text
Morte slowly reaches out and strokes the horn on Caym's
head.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...And the promise that you'll give me your body when you
die... that's still on, right?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-Yeah. ...But only after I'm dead, okay?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
That's a promise too... I'll bring you back as a beautiful
corpse...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's kind of a weird feeling... but, well, that's a long
way off.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let's enjoy being alive while we can. ...So, Morte? I'm
already fully recovered, you know?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Me too...! I can still go... as many times as you want...!

\endtext

\text
The two embrace, kiss, and collapse onto the floor together.
\endtext

\text
Unaware of how late the night grows, they continue to enjoy
the exchange of life―
\endtext