30 Underground Gangs Stumbling to Misfortune

Underground Sewer - ???

"What in the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure someone who came here might be the blameworthy culprits."

The man exasperatedly sighed over his madness.

"Our shelters had been busted up by the falling chunks from the ceiling. I thought it was an earthquake, but the sound of the explosion told otherwise."

"Fucking hell!! I wish these guys would banish themselves to ruin our home! They do nothing but continue the ruckus from above!"

"It's hard for us to maintain about 25 of us with no women and kids to bear with. Our life has gone boring and now devastating."

"And some of our comrades had been unfortunately passed away by these falling chunks."

"We put ourselves in the wanted list, then we had to harvest the wood from the outskirts, and now, it got obliterated. This is hell!"

"If there's woman, then we can rape her until death… if all of us can handle a single one."

"Shut up! You always say that many times… until now."

Dozens of men strolled along to find some new spot to live on. Their leader among all was a tall, muscular man. They felt enraged since they had no place to live. The devastation around the underground eradicated their supply of commodities. They blamed someone who caused it. They reached the place where the strange, stinging smell attracted their curiosity to approach.

"Did someone put a bunch of perfumes in this stinky place?"

"I wonder who…. The explosion shouldn't smell like this."

"Are perfumes used to clean things up?"

"Who knows? If it smells good, then it can clean things up too."

The misconception about scent ridiculed themselves because of their lack of knowledge. They only knew that the pleasant smell meant no foul, but it wasn't the case to follow by. They were the people who engage in underground rather than asking others for more explanation. They preferred easy life without industrious standards.

Messy chunks seemed bothersome around the hall. The scent had gone odd from the usual sense. They looked over their surroundings to spot unusual causes of a severe quake. They rotated around the sewer with the scent that felt peculiar to them. It stressed them from their desperate fate that stumbled upon them. Their hard life turned them into a despicable feeling.

"What the–"

Suddenly, one of them noticed something.

"What is it?"

"Is it me? Or have I remembered the time when my clothes were tearing?"

"Wait…"

When they looked at their attire, they also shared the effect. Their clothes had splitting tears which they realized once they caught their eyes on a strange impact.

"That's weird. Ever since the scent had gone stronger, this might be the effect."

"How can you say that? Does the smell itself pull the shirt apart?"

"Not just a shirt, but our pants seemed to share the same."

"Oh gawd! We're gonna be naked for this."

The realization worsened their reaction for the unfortunate cause. They tried to avoid the effect, but it was inevitably too late. The large holes among their rotten outfits had widened the possibility of being wasteful. They entwined their entire arms to protect against the cause; however, it didn't help at all, letting their body to realize what phenomenon had driven them crazy. They rushed forward to approach and bypass the effect before it worsened their situation. They couldn't take a single breath of relief from their devastated shelter.

They stepped on each area where they were stumbling upon.

Until something made them gasped.

Gigantic, swollen tentacle monster laid down around the shattering ground. It was the corpse which someone dealt with before it had gone through vigorously. They took their time to look around the wondrous design of its structure, but one thing that caught them sensitively was the strong intensity of the smell. Not only that, the arousal exceeded them to catch their libido high.

Upon looking around closely, they saw two women laying down, and both of them were laying down on the ground — naked.

"Oh, baby. We got a treasure around here."

One of them had shattered pieces of cloth scattered around her body while the other was entirely bare with her tan skin and gray, ponytail-styled hair. They ogled around as their bodies were bold and curvy with an ideal fit for its standard. Since their arousal level exceeded, they acted for their lustful delight. They carried their unconscious body to somewhere safe for them to enjoy. They felt their silky skin and comfy breasts as it touched against their occupied back.

They headed to the place where they would be nothing to bother other than themselves.

* * *

"(What just happened? I never remember how it happened…, but why does it feel so… nostalgic? My mind somehow urged me to feel disappointed; then, it rustled me around.)"

Mirai thought about her belief of what she witnessed. The portrayal of a love triangle awakened her slight nostalgia. The meaning behind it hadn't got a single comprehension, but sympathy caught her belief. The flame of brokenness clouded her mind, betraying her with the truth to spare another. The meaning of love wasn't the ideal spare, and the romance was her belief before it was nothing.

She had said nothing, but her feelings were one from nothing.

* * *

Mirai heard a clapping sound and arousing heat from her crotch to chest. Her nerves clenched together to grasp for something else. At first, her shame pierced her thoughts, but it was nothing to need for being right. The sweat bathed her body from the fiery stimulation. She couldn't care less, but all she had to do was watching how the world tormented her.

She was curious about what was happening.

Her opened eyes caught the answer.

Her body laid down with her front faced above.

She gasped while she expected that it was the same, another fate.

It was the third time she got raped in a gangbang. The cocks of vile men were penetrating inside her vulnerable holes. The hardcore force flew her mind to the midst of her dirty thoughts, and her tongue protruded with a picturesque drool. Her drool molded around her face. Her moan pleased the men to hark her melody. They fondled her breast to savor with their thirsty palms. Meanwhile, the faces of the vile men messed from their abnormal libido. They had the longing pleasure which they had abstained for many hours since they lived here for about decades.

One of them placed his fingers to toy with her mouth.

"Oh shit! This is far greater than we used to fuck with prostitutes from the Red-Light District!"

"I wish they had tight pussies like these whores have, but this for now is our far-reaching destiny."

"He he he~ I like these begging sows."

They felt satisfied over their banging pleasure. The power they surged had exceeded the normal intensity. With their lustful power, it affected them to ruin their crazy mind.

Meanwhile, the others seized the dark elf courtesan named Veronica, who wore nothing since the very beginning. She kept her mouth to a constant pant. She could recognize her awareness according to her occupied senses. She could barely think straight. Her limbs felt relaxed as she toned her hormone down while enjoying the time of her wiggle. Then, her mouth directed to a certain cock that got near to pleasure. She licked it with her twirling tongue. Her saliva moistened over his shaft. She tasted it in a sour and salt flavor.

Mirai did the same thing as her. She could please her same men with the proper methods to handle the scene. She learned the technique from her sex training session to please the men rather than resist for nothing to get through. She thanked Juliette over her suggestion to make herself wise when things went futile. Sex is a part of human interaction to mold oneself with another. A certain belief stuck into her mind. It made sense that it didn't need chastity if she already had violated it.

However, judging by their performance, they were inexperienced about sex.

So she had to put herself into a trial to be more effective than usual before.

"Woah~ It feels… tingling around."

"Ha ha ha ha! Now that's what I'm talking about."

"I think you're right… and also, it feels like I'm almost coming!"

"Me too."

They felt a sudden reaction within their crotch. The flowing tingles had pulled like a blowing liquid from a sipping straw. Mirai developed it through clasping in a bit of inch to massage way through their awaiting come. She tried to pull the string and force it for a chance to end it with a climax. Although she expected another round of demand, she rushed her hips to share her power vigorously.

"I'm coming~ I'm coming~"

"Looks like someone got the first trigger~."

"Shit! Mine too!"

Hence, some of them sprinkled their semen over her body. Veronica shared the situation. It coated around their body while the one who penetrated her were spewing inside their honeypots. It reached to their womb that might impregnate them in any chances.

"Hyaagh~ What… the fuck… have you… done?!"

Mirai voiced her anger while she narrowed her eyes as she felt pissed with an irritable circumstance. Her tears drew out from her eyes since the pain caused her to clench her fist.

She forced her clasp from her vaginal walls, letting not his penis to escape. Until it reached its maximum grip, she exceeded it with the greatest force as she could do. She snapped the others' cock with her twisting push from her angered grip, making them paralyzed with a sudden overwhelming pain of prickle.

"Aghh!"

As a result, Mirai sliced their cocks to half, splattering around her honeypot with a mix between whitish and reddish liquid — cum and blood — while her bloody hands rejoiced with the conclusion of her overwhelming lust. It dripped to the ground while the affected one placed his hand since the painful cut drove him insanely. Glimpsing to the miserable ones, she stood boldly with her sinister, opened fingers, ready to snap every neck of their struggling faces.

Meanwhile, Veronica enabled something that did the same to Mirai's methods — except she had something worth helping alternatively. Multiple reddish, whip-like objects came out from her vagina. It was the same as tentacles, but in a suitable version. It made Mirai surprised, as it was uniquely odd to see a certain peculiar object. Veronica could control her tentacles since she possessed the ability regarding her "tentacles".

"Nice whips, if I could say that," Mirai voiced with her smirk.

"Not to mention that yours was far better than mine," Veronica replied as a sign of appreciation.

The men who witnessed the uncanny scenario were nervously backpedalling away from them. Some of them wanted to throw their fists towards them while the others stepped back further for their fear.

"W–Wh–What the fuck… did you do to them?"

Mirai replied, "Oh? We're just punishing them as my pussy got violated with this petty cum that went straight to my womb. Without consent, I trade them the same."

"You fucking bitch!"

One of them charged first as the other followed by.

Mirai flashed her curved-edged blade into her right grip while Veronica protruded her nails to form a claw.

Without the need of words, they clashed for getting through the blockage of vile men.

With their bare fists, they hesitated as the edge of the blade came to decapitate their head and the claw followed to pierce their vitals. Clear shots and backgrounds could make them comfortable to end the action smoothly. The splattering of blood beautified their enragement. They coated their blade and claw with bloody red of glory while it painted over their faces. Their groaning voices pleased their awed ears.

It was an unfair fight for them since they stumbled on these perilous, naked ladies with the high skill of combat. The thought of underestimating them was their unfortunate mistakes. It led them to the escape from their desperate corpses.

However, one person who solely remained for his life was the tall, muscular man. Judging by his appearance and confidence, he seemed to be a leader of the gang.

Mirai asked for his testimony, "Are you ready to meet the end of your despair?"

"As long as it's worth resisting, I stand no chance but to strangle you."

Mirai chuckled as she saw nothing to stop her blade. Her maniacal eyes dread him, but nothing could face against his brawny body.

She charged forward with her rushing legs to aim at him with her curved-edged sword.

However…

The gunshot drew their surprise as the bullet went through his head.

It killed him since his head got shot.

His then-corpse fell down on the ground, and the revelation came from a strange woman with wavy red hair, and a regular lab coat. She gripped with her gun, pointing at the guy who prepared his unfortunate death. Afterwards, she returned her gun to her pocket.

She spoke with her glamorous voice, "Since your body is tired, I can spare you some break to gather your respiration."

Veronica gasped, seeing someone who considered her familiar.

"Daisy?"

"An exhibitionist like you should take care of yourself before guys like them would stumble with their filthy dicks."

"That was my intention from the very beginning."

"Well, I guess it won't help at all."

A woman in a lab coat named Daisy laughed as her coon companion accepted her fate. She understood her preference when being naked could weaken the filthy men with their hormonal drive, so the resistance would cause blasting two sides.

"My clinic building had holes in front of the door while the ground was shaking insanely in the entire area of Red-Light District and any nearby areas, so for the sake of my curiosity, I came here to investigate what's going on until you guys stumble on my path. Such a breathtaking coincidence. Plus, I passed through the scented area which filled with some sort of aphrodisiac gases."

"Hmm… I wonder."

"And also, I noticed my attire was slightly torn up while being passed through that certain area, so I guess it consists of some sort of special reagent."

Mirai heard about tearing their attire apart. Wondering around, there were no signs of her usual monochromatic-style frock coat around the place — which meant that there was a correlation between the incident.

She asked for a confirmation, "Does it mean that the smell can entirely tear up every inch of fabric?"

Daisy replied, "If you reach the area with high concentration, you would probably be entirely stripped off by that strange, special gas."

Daisy undressed her upper layer of her clothing and gave it to Mirai, leaving her bare breast exposed. She intended it to tone her self-embarrassment down in a safe precaution.

"Come, there's another path leading to my clinic building with no high concentrated area. I will give you some treatment to revert your normal status back once we reach my clinic."

Eventually, they left the underground to proceed back to the district normally.