First Cunts. Part Finale.

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Just looking round the corner, I nearly cum at the sight of the three goblins sandwiching the girl, a bomb of disgust exploded inside me... sure, the hentai was in the triple penetration genre, but these bastards dared to fuck when I was celibate! Of course, because of such sacrilege, something in me snapped and I decapitated them when they had already finished their business!

Bloody goblins...' I wrinkled my nose in disgust, shaking the blood off my sword with a sweeping lunge towards the wall. Even their blood seemed disgusting to me, but I gave my souls to the sword as the most valuable thing I could get from the goblins.

At the same time, I looked over at the black-haired girl, completely drenched in grey liquid. Her abdomen was bloated, and at the same time, more fluid mixed with yellow secretions was slowly flowing out of her pussy and dilated anus. The girl herself was unconscious, spreading her arms and legs apart, she now resembled a starfish, with her buns puffed out.

Hmm... the sight of her made my cock perk up, the girl herself was beautiful and slender, but after the goblins....

Hello? Dragon, do you really want her after everything that happened to her?

*Jerk* As if hearing my thoughts, my cock tensed up even more....

OWLs... I definitely need a girl, preferably for two days... but definitely not this one - she's been used for too long, stretching both holes, and I'm too scared to put anything in there, lest I catch something from her afterwards! And let's not forget that... I'm not a fan of used... like this, right in front of my eyes. Even my 'disease resistance' skill doesn't give me peace of mind.....

Brrrr! Okay, I'll give her the dagger, and then she's on her own,' I did, taking the dagger decorated with iron patterns out of the ring and throwing it next to the girl so that she would see it as soon as she wakes up. What she does next is no longer my concern. Whether she kills herself with the dagger to avoid spawning goblins or whether she survives and gets her revenge. Though considering how long she's been here... maybe she'll choose the second option.

After moving a few steps away from her, I stopped to choose which passageway I should go to next. And there were two - again. Listening to the sounds from both passageways, I strangely heard nothing. Everything was silent, apart from the faint echo of droplets falling from possible stalactites.

Damn, that boner's getting hard... my thoughts aren't jumbled, but it's still perky and begging for a possible hole....

- Ahem, it's so annoying.

Though...

Turning round to the still unconscious girl, I looked at my sword... not the one between my legs, but the one in my hand, and looked at her with gastronomic interest... no, not in a lustful way....

'Aah! I'm thinking in the wrong place! Damn!!! This is so infuriating!' - Grabbing my head, I lifted it up, hoping that the lustful thoughts would finally go away!

...

So... don't breathe... just don't breathe... hmmm, how do I breathe? Isn't my head connected to my torso? It doesn't matter, the main thing is that it helped and I don't want to fuck like a rabbit anymore, but I still have a weak urge....

Fuck it, I don't want that kind of soul for my pet... let her go on living, if she doesn't kill herself, of course. Although the information said the opposite... if I want a female personality for my sword, I preferably need to kill a dozen girls... for their souls are the best suited... I do not need a black soul... what will challenge my orders and rebel?

Eh,' I took a breath of air, 'why is it so complicated? The souls of goblin monsters can be piled up in packs, they will still be just pure material, and the mage as a future magical potential!

From the third passage there were some extraneous sounds, and the girl behind me began to slowly come to life, weakly turning on the spot. Yup. The girl would wake up soon enough...

So, about the showers... How do I know all this? Hehehe, the second level of darkness magic expanded my knowledge a bit... not much at all, but it was enough.

*cough* Putting my head back in place and making sure it was firmly in place, I went to the left... damn, once again my thoughts took a wrong turn... Most importantly, away from the temptation lying there....

***

Quietly driving leisurely, with my head in my hands... Ahem, I had to take it off again. Not because of the girl behind me, but for future training. After all, I fought with my head on my shoulders and was able to gain experience, but without a head, holding it in my hands under my armpit, I also need to learn. After all, anything can happen in the future, and I don't want to lose suddenly because of it. And goblins are a good dummy and experience at the same time. They can't do anything to me, no matter how many of them there are. The reinforcements are working and won't let them pelt me with meat, and I'm not going to run out of steam, at least not right away. The big goblins, like Bliut, can make me sweat, though. If there are more than three of them, or, I'm not afraid to say it, Elvina's sacred tits, a dozen of them at once. Then I'll be pinned down, yes. Then even I'll have trouble killing them without taking damage. Magic will help, of course, but while I'm fighting off the hobgoblins, I'll be attacked from behind! And even if I don't jump high, I'll smash my head against the ceiling.

Heh-heh-heh, but they're not here, are they? They're not, are they? - I stopped where I was, listening to the sound. Hmm, there's someone up ahead, like someone stomping unhappily. Goblins again? Aren't they working on rebuilding their population? That's good news, I don't want to lose my head from excitement.....

Although, I've already lost it, only this time I'm holding it in my hand... as they call it - I made a joke, I laughed myself....

- Heh-heh-heh... when are you going to fade away? Don't fucking rub yourself! It's uncomfortable...' I sullenly, almost resentfully, groaned as I continued to walk forward, occasionally distracted by the totems along the way. Given my 360-degree vision, it wasn't hard to spot them. And there are quite a few of them here, how did I not see them before entering?

Meanwhile, the sounds grew louder and louder, and for the first time I heard intelligible speech... albeit goblin and rather quiet with a tinge of barely audible echo.

- Gui! Where's that stupid shaman! Gui! - That's roughly what I heard with my ears as I moved forward through the goblin-free cave, occasionally patting my feet on puddles and shit. And the footprints are getting bigger and bigger, as if a large troop of goblins had recently run through here....

Ah... that's right, I was the one who killed them recently... it's time for the goblin boss?

...

A huge dark room, ten metres by ten metres, was filled with a dozen goblin guards. In the far corner, where it was safest, there was a throne made of shit and wood, and on it sat a huge and fat goblin. Only his fat was a disguise and a defence. His body was neither muscular nor pumped up, but the scars on his body spoke of his combat experience, and the two metre thick club standing next to him spoke of its wide use. His subordinates looked at him with barely perceptible fear, and some of them had shit at their feet.

The master of the nest sat there, tapping his throne with his thick fingers and propping his chin with his other hand. He himself was naked and not shy to show off his possessions.

Recently, a goblin had come to him and reported an invasion of a black warrior, which had aroused the interest of the owner of this place. And he naturally ordered to bring him for meat entertainment, because there was no one left to torture and torment! There were few females left and they could not cope with replenishing his army.

With the order to bring the warrior here, the shaman took almost all the goblins with him. After all, no one could handle a large crowd. How many have they already crushed this way? Ten or twenty adventurers? The master did not count, but rejoiced like a child at each invasion.

For every new prisoner is a new toy. It was not uncommon for men to be tortured and their females raped before their eyes. However, it happened very rarely, because usually men were killed in battle against angry goblins, and many females could hurt with their magic - and often died from a dagger smeared with their favourite poison.

- Gui! Master! - A ragged goblin ran up to him and knelt down to show his respect, except that he was shaking like an autumn leaf and breathing heavily, which made him interesting. The master looked at him crossly and waved a thick hand, and the man said in a trembling voice: Gui...

The master froze in astonishment, then quickly grabbed his club and squealed in a loud voice!

- Guiiiii!!! Protect me! Guiii! - he roared, but before the goblin guards could do anything, a matte black blade suddenly appeared from his master's mouth. A rapid stream of blood rushed out, almost fountaining in all directions, splashing the goblin ragamuffin.

Silence hung in the room. The goblins froze in place, staring at the sudden death of their master....

***

Stealth skill enhanced!

Eh... no good soul for me...' I concluded sullenly, standing over the corpses of the other goblins, holding my head with one hand. Surprisingly, everything went easily, although the battle with ten goblins at the same time did not cause the manvirage... well, I had gained experience, but the goblins were not like that.

Scared? That's what I could call them when the boss of these places gave me 1k experience and fell on a messenger goblin, crushing him to death. So what if he suddenly appeared on a... wooden throne, which looks like a used jolt in the village. There's even a hole for a shitter.

I'll admit, I almost fell in, but I bounced out in time. But I was terrified when I almost fell into the abyss.

God... if you exist... no, I'm an atheist, though they are here. Anyway, I'd shit myself if I had a characteristic hole.

And when my hand accidentally dropped my head, I panicked! It almost fell into the abyss!

- Ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha! Bitch! - Clenching my shaking palms into a fist, I tried to forget what I saw with my eyes....

It's a good thing I'm a mage and know water spells, or else I'd have to wander around with a stain on my head for a long time... although my head didn't fall, fresh marks were also present there.

I don't even feel like fighting goblins anymore, but bitch! There are no other monsters! Where are the slugs? Where are the dragons? Where are... the other monsters? Why do I only get goblins? This is a fantasy world and there are slugs, I'd be happy to kill them... and maybe even try to tame them.

I remember the early book where the hero tames slimes and breeds them as pets. I mean, they're multi-functional! They can clean up rubbish by dissolving it in themselves, they can be a shower by cleansing their owner of all impurities and old skin, and... well... that, too - yes! And they can help with that! Oh, and they can also become healing... they're like a walking alchemy kit, they can synthesise potions and stuff like that. I don't remember, it's been too long,' I thought, simultaneously exploring the room for various nooks and crannies.

If I meet a slime, I'll tame a monster! Whatever it takes! I want a pet and that's it! I'll have a tame slime and I don't care if it's a monster. I was a monster myself a while ago, as green as these goblins...' I kicked the dried-up corpse of a goblin, throwing it into a wall of rubbish. Surprisingly, the corpse did not collide with the wall of rubbish, but flew inside and fell there.

- Ugii! - came a child's frightened scream.

Oh shit, an unexpected stash. A stash of goblin children. Fuck. Eh, now I'm definitely an infanticide... of goblins....

The first time was a forced accident.

The second time was a pattern.

I'm not a goblin killer and I don't have any kind/negative feelings towards goblin children, but killing them... was harder. I'd rather they were asleep....

By the way, my sword had already racked up exactly one hundred monster souls and next to the souls icon there was now a plus sign to click on. This I haven't done yet for the reason of... emotion before the abyss! After all, I almost fucking fell there! Just imagining my face falling down there... I'm immediately shaking. Even the undead skill doesn't help! It's just a fucking mistake. I don't have 'low emotion.' Maybe another dullahan would have low emotion, but not me.

Eh, I could pretend that I forgot to check this stash, but I have to kill - experience is experience....

I'll click on the plus on my sword before I do that,' I did, evaluating my sword and then mentally clicking on the plus icon.

Dark Blade of Death - Aureta

Strength - 101%

Quality - good

Material - volcanic steel

Mana Conduction - 60%

Mana charge - 667/1000

Nascent Soul - 40%

Monster Soul - 100/100 (+)

Human Soul - 0/10

Magician's Soul - 0.5/1

The familiar transparent window appeared in front of your eyes.

Choose an enhancement for your sword:

Sharpness - the edge of the sword becomes sharper. [100]

Hardness of Darkness - the sword becomes stronger. [100]

Light of the moon and sun - the ability to use invisibility in weak daylight. [100]

Soulcrafter - increases soul capacity by 1000/100/10. [100]

Flash of Darkness - sword shines with darkness and dazzles in the darkness. [100]

Yup... this is something I didn't expect... nothing like this was mentioned in the knowledge. However... it's worth checking, it's not a waste of souls anyway. There are a lot of monsters here, I was just about to slaughter a bunch of them. And sword upgrades will be a good help for the future!

'Choose to improve the sword in sharpness' - without much thinking, I made a choice, as immediately the counter of monster souls jumped from a hundred to zero, and the mana scale dropped by 500 points for me and the sword at the same time. The sword itself vibrated and became covered in fog. Magically, I saw nothing but darkness.

I stood like that for a few seconds, the fog disappeared, and the sword remained the same. Only the edge became noticeably sharper. I don't know how much cooler the sword is, but I've got someone to test it on!

After bypassing a pile of junk and rubbish, I entered a spacious little cave. My eyes caught sight of ten goblins shivering and huddled together. Upon noticing the headless intruder that is me, the goblins' legs buckled and some fell on their arses. They squeaked something and moisture accumulated on the corners of their eyes.

'Yep... my head poured lead, thinking got all hard and difficult... something made me feel bad.'