Aria's eyelids fluttered open, heavy as lead weights.
The world was a hazy blur of dim blue light and damp stone, her head throbbing like she'd been hit by a goblin's club.
She groaned softly, one hand instinctively reaching up to clutch her forehead, fingers tangling in her short, choppy crimson hair.
Her sharp face felt hot, flushed, and her athletic body ached all over—muscles sore from the fight, but something else... a deeper, unfamiliar warmth pooling low in her belly. "What... the hell happened?" she muttered, her voice raspy and weak.
She was lying on the cold, uneven floor of what looked like a cave chamber, the air thick with that same sweet, musky fragrance from before, only stronger now, cloying and invasive.
It wrapped around her like a fog, making her breath come in short, uneven gasps. Blinking away the grogginess, Aria pushed herself up on one elbow, her small B-cup breasts shifting under the tight constraints of her leather-and-steel armor.
Her toned midriff, exposed and glistening with sweat, tightened as she tried to sit fully. But her limbs felt like jelly—weak, unresponsive. "Mana... low," she realized with a curse.
The dungeon's drain had hit her hard; she could barely muster the strength to prop herself up against the wall.
Her green eyes scanned the room, sharpening into focus.
The chamber was larger than the corridor they'd been in, walls lined with glowing moss that cast an eerie, ethereal light over everything. In the center floated a pulsing blue crystal—the dungeon core, she guessed—humming with faint magical energy.
But that wasn't what caught her breath. Off to her side, Mira sat huddled on the floor, her petite frame curled in on itself.
The healer's oversized starry blue hat had slipped slightly, revealing more of her round face, her orange curls disheveled and trembling.
Mira's big amber eyes were wide, fixed on something ahead, her cheeks a deep, burning red.
She wasn't moving, just staring, her tiny A-cup breasts rising and falling rapidly under her blue-white robes, which were rumpled and slightly hiked up, exposing her narrow hips and the faint outline of her small, perky ass pressed against the stone.
"Mira?" Aria called hoarsely, her voice echoing softly in the chamber. "Mira, snap out of it! What are you looking at?"
Mira didn't respond. Didn't even blink. Her lips parted slightly, a soft, shocked whimper escaping as her gaze remained locked forward.
Aria's heart pounded harder, a mix of fear and confusion twisting in her gut. She followed Mira's stare, her own eyes widening in horror as the scene came into sharp, explicit focus.
There, in the center of the chamber near the glowing core, was Lilia—the succubus bitch they'd fought.
But now, she was on all fours, completely naked.
Her massive J-cup breasts dangled heavily beneath her, swaying with every brutal thrust, the wide, puffy pink areolas spread taut and glistening with sweat.
Her long red hair spilled messily over her shoulders, horns curving sharply from her forehead, and her spade-tipped tail thrashed wildly in the air.
Glowing cum from earlier sessions still leaked from her stretched pussy, mixing with fresh juices that squirted out with each impact.
Behind her, railing her mercilessly, was a muscular man—tall, ripped, with silver hair flowing down his back like a cascade of moonlight.
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END OF CHAPTER : 14 : AWAKENING TO CORRUPTION : THE MASTER'S GAZE! : 1
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