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“What? Ah, no! Stop! Don’t!”

Somehow, the demon beast had already torn Ayra’s thin robe to shreds. It didn’t take long before she was completely naked. Still struggling, she let out a cry as something ripped sharply through her body. The beast slapped her ass with its large, hot palm, again and again, until she finally stopped squirming.

Her butt, now swollen and red from the relentless spanking, ached unbearably. Only then, sobbing uncontrollably, did Ayra finally stop resisting. No beast had ever escaped before, and yet now she was being beaten like this—it wounded her pride and hurt like hell.

But the punishment didn’t end there. That thick, burning organ rubbed against her swollen ass—and then, without warning, shoved its way in.

“Ah—hurts! It hurts! Let go! Hrk—ugh— aaahhh!”

Her body wasn’t even prepared. That club-like penis rammed into her tender flesh with brutal force. Her hole stretched painfully tight, and then—pop—something tore. She could feel blood trickling down her perineum.

The beast didn’t care whether her backside was bleeding or not. It just kept thrusting, driven purely by instinct. The violent, deep rhythm made her feel like her insides were about to rupture.

It was like being impaled by a pillar of fire. Every time it slammed in, she lost her breath. How ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) had she ended up like this—getting raped by a demon beast? She couldn’t believe it was real.

But what horrified her even more... was the fact that she was starting to feel good.

Every time that enormous cock slammed into her, pleasure surged through her like madness. Pressed flat against the ground, her own sex was so swollen and hard it hurt just to feel it grind against the floor.

“No... no... this can’t be happening...”

Crying from the pain and pleasure, Ayra clawed at the ground—until something strange suddenly appeared in her vision. A white, mochi-like rabbit was bouncing along holding a little sign.

Startled, she squinted and read the sign:

[This concludes our ★Extreme Exhaustion Relief Service★ for our tired Master! :3]

“...What the hell kind of service...?”

Sniffling, Ayra mumbled the words aloud. The beast, still pinning her down, muttered in confusion, “What’s with that white rabbit?”

And just like that, Ayra woke up from the dream.

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Still lying in the exact position she’d collapsed in last night, Ayra stared blankly at the ceiling as the sunlight streamed in. Then she groaned and covered her face with both hands.

“...What the hell kind of animalistic dream was that?”

I don’t even check my demon beasts’ reproductive abilities with whips or anything! What kind of perverted experiment was that? And I sure as hell don’t treat people like beasts either! Ayra peeked into her pants and grimaced when she saw the damp, sticky fabric. A wave of self-loathing hit her hard.

With her head buried in the bed, she nearly missed the system notification that had popped up earlier.

[Janus Rehzedet’s Favorability has increased by 1.]

Current Favorability: 4♡

“...Huh?”

We didn’t even meet... so why did his Favorability go up?

She tried to ask her artificial spirit when exactly the alert had appeared, but the spirit—currently resembling a half-formed rice cake—lay melted on the bed like dough. Only after she infused it with mana did it regain some vitality and crawl sluggishly over to her. Ayra patted it gently on the back.

“Ugh... my head. Why does it hurt so much? I’m usually not the type to get hangovers...”

She rubbed her sore forehead with a frown. Not just her head—her whole body ached faintly. She must’ve rolled around drunk last night. Between the bizarre dream and this soreness, she figured it was time to take a break from drinking.

But the pain faded quickly—replaced by a bright smile that bloomed on her face like sunlight. It was the first time she’d smiled like that since becoming Lord of Solar Estate.

She handed a mana stone to the innkeeper and bought hot water. After soaking in a bath and cleansing herself thoroughly, she headed to the best restaurant in Bolni. Maybe the inn food had just tasted bad because it was cheap—because the restaurant meals, while pricey, were absolutely worth it.

Stuffed full with delicious food, she returned to the inn, lay neatly in bed, and began to meditate. Once her mana was fully restored, she sprang into action.

She borrowed a horse from the inn and followed her artificial spirit’s navigation. For half a day, the horse trotted across envy-inducing open plains until a towering mountain range came into view.

It was the very mountain range that stood between Bolni and Solar.

They rode into the mountains for a while, but then the horse twitched its ears nervously and stopped moving altogether, refusing to go further no matter how much Ayra tugged on the reins. Left with no choice, she dismounted and continued on foot.

Unlike the sparse woods around Solar, this forest was dense and overgrown. After about ten minutes of hiking through the tall trees, something hidden beneath their shade finally came into view.

It was a cave, gaping like a giant’s open mouth—pitch black and ominous.

At first glance, it looked like a normal cave full of stalactites and stalagmites. But as sunlight hit the jagged, tooth-like stalactites, they twitched and retreated slowly. One bumped into another behind it, triggering a chain reaction. Soon, the entire ceiling writhed, tentacles unfurling from every spike.

When the tentacles touched the floor, the stalagmites began crawling like inchworms. They slithered along the ground, rearranging themselves. The stalactites fell, became stalagmites, and crawled up the walls to become stalactites again.

They weren’t rocks. They were demon beasts.

“...Ahh.”

Ayra, seeing such a dense cluster of beasts for the first time, stood in stunned awe, marveling at the hellish beauty of the cave.

When sunlight disappeared, the creatures would emerge. When it returned, they would retreat, making faint crunching sounds as they gnawed on the stone like waves rippling across a shore.

It was the same blue path Ayra had discovered on her map the previous night—cut cleanly through the mountains. For countless centuries, these demon beasts had devoured the stone, carving out a smooth, compass-perfect curve.

According to her theory, the shape probably matched the curvature of the planet’s magnetic field.

If not for her artificial spirit’s mapping ability—or more precisely, her Blooming Magic—this path would’ve taken forever to find.

Ayra wanted nothing more than to settle down for ten years and study the beasts forever. But she had work to do. She stepped back from the cave and began gauging the range of the tentacles. The dirt at the entrance had been swept clean, so it wasn’t hard to figure out the danger zone.

Standing safely outside, she picked up a real rock—not her spirit—and tossed it.

Thunk!

The moment it landed, the beasts reacted violently, rushing over with a chaotic, aggressive fury and devouring the stone on contact. Inside their translucent, milky-white bodies, she could see smooth pebbles—probably the remains of swallowed stones, slowly digested over years.

Next, she tossed a piece of emergency jerky from her subspace. The moment it touched one beast, it melted instantly. Then the nearby beasts swarmed in and tore that one apart to eat it. A brutal and fascinating display of cannibalism. Anything that entered their radius must’ve met the same fate.

She threw in more samples to test their responses. Depending on the material, some were swallowed whole, some were dissolved, and others were spat back out like garbage. She even tried tossing a fireball—but the cave was so damp that it fizzled out uselessly, failing to kill a single one.

“Damn... no wonder humans couldn’t handle this.”

If you got too close, you’d be eaten. There were too many of them. No wonder Bolni had left this place alone for centuries. They probably didn’t even know how deep the cave went.

To ordinary people, demon beasts were mysterious, horrifying enemies with no clear strategy to defeat.

But what about a mage who had spent the last twenty years doing nothing but researching demon beasts?

Humming a tune, Ayra pulled something out of her subspace. It was a vial of Mana Solvent—same stuff she’d used to dismantle the fireplace bricks before her trip to Sobletz. The glass bottle rattled faintly, like sand inside.

“I’ve always wanted to try this.”

Humans had a childish curiosity—a need to see the result even when they already knew what would happen. Like tossing shrimp into a mossy fish tank, or dropping a wingless insect into an anthill, or feeding raw chicken to a school of carnivorous fish.

Mages had that kind of curiosity tenfold.

“Farewell, my precious darlings... my sweet melters...”

This artificially bred micro-solvent beast cluster could melt through a house in seconds. Without mana, they’d die in minutes—fierce but fragile one-day wonders. They preferred flesh to walls, and demon beasts most of all.

They were so damn expensive that Ayra lovingly stroked the glass bottle as she called them my melty babies. Her spirit, which had been darting in and out of the cave, suddenly froze. Its beady black eyes narrowed slightly.

[Tip. Spirit GMs like being given names...]

“Right? I spent so long picking that name.”

Beaming, Ayra floated the glass bottle into the air. It spun slowly, drifting toward the cave entrance. One of the tentacled stalactites tapped it curiously.

An eye for an eye. A beast for a beast.

Pop! The bottle uncorked.

With a buzz like furious wings and a cloud of rising heat, a black swarm poured out like a firebomb going off. In seconds, the cave was consumed, the stalactites and stalagmites all swallowed by darkness.