Kai was on the verge of losing his mind.

  Trapped in the damp, pulsing interior of Iris’s vagina, he kept screaming in his head with all his might:

  “Hey, you nutcase! Did you hear me or what? Get me the hell out of here already!”

  But nothing.

  Dead silence from the other side.

  ‘What the fuck’s going on now?’ Kai thought, his heart pounding so hard he could almost feel it bouncing off the fleshy walls pinning him in.

  The princess wasn’t answering, and that made him more nervous than he cared to admit.

  Something was off this time, something that didn’t add up, and his gut told him it wasn’t just because Iris was a scatterbrained idiot.

  Frowning—or trying to, since the space was so tight he could barely move his face—he decided to check his status.

  The holographic window popped up in front of him, floating like a beacon in the slimy darkness.

  The letters glowed clearly, and what he saw made him let out a growl that echoed uselessly in his skull:

  Level: 1

  Css: None

  HP: 96/100

  MP: 0/100

  [Attributes]

  Strength: 5

  Endurance: 200

  Agility: 6

  Intelligence: 10

  [Skills]

  Regeneration Lv.1 (4%)

  Lift Objects Lv.1 (9%)

  Telepathy Lv.1 (21%)

  “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Kai snapped, kicking a vaginal wall with barely-contained rage.

  His mana was at zero.

  ‘That’s why she can’t hear me—the damn telepathy sucked up all my MP in one go,’ Kai thought, scratching his neck with fingers slick from Iris’s sticky fluids.

  At least his HP had only dropped 4 points this whole time he’d been stuck in this sweltering hell, thanks to his absurd 200 endurance.

  But that didn’t make him feel any better.

  ‘I don’t want to spend one more second in here, damn it!’

  Sure, there was a part of him—a small, treacherous little voice that wouldn’t shut up—that still found it kind of thrilling to be inside a girl’s vagina.

  The stifling heat, the constant rub of wet flesh against his body, the heavy scent wrapping around him…

  But that didn’t change the fact that he was blind in this suffocating darkness.

  The status window was the only thing he could see, though it didn’t light up anything around him: just pink, slimy walls pulsing like they had a life of their own.

  He used his hands and arms to push them away from his head, but everything was so slippery it was a constant struggle.

  His fingers slid against the sticky flesh, and every time he tried to breathe, a trickle of Iris’s fluids slipped into his mouth.

  Resigned, he swallowed what got in, wrinkling his nose with a mix of disgust and acceptance.

  The taste was salty, with a sharp tang that scraped his tongue, but it also had that weird sweetness that didn’t feel as gross anymore.

  ‘I never thought I’d get used to swallowing this crap,’ Kai thought, almost ughing at how ridiculous his life had become.

  Spitting was pointless; it just spshed back in his face like a cruel cosmic joke.

  Moving was a disaster too: the stickiness pinned him down, and it was more like Iris’s vagina dragging him around at its whim, like he was a puppet caught in a gooey current.

  As he panted with effort, he checked his achievement points in the system.

  ‘Let’s see how many I’ve got after all the times this psycho’s gotten off on top of me,’ Kai thought, grasping for a flicker of hope.

  Outside, in the bedroom, Iris sat on the bed, sheets tangled around her legs and the damp cloth forgotten in a puddle on the mattress.

  Iris frowned and muttered under her breath, almost a whisper:

  “Did you hear that, mage?”

  She waited, tilting her head slightly to one side, eyes narrowed like the answer might crawl out of some dark corner.

  But nothing.

  Total silence.

  Yet she could still feel Kai moving inside her: little brushes, faint kicks, even the soft tickle of his hot breath against her inner walls.

  It turned her on, and a familiar heat climbed from her groin to her chest, flushing her cheeks.

  ‘Weird… he’s still there, but he’s not answering,’ Iris thought, biting her lower lip with a mix of curiosity and nerves.

  Suddenly, a soft little voice popped into her mind, like an angel perched on her right shoulder with white wings and a glowing halo.

  ‘Iris, you should be worried. He’s been in there a long time. What if something’s wrong?’ it said, sweet but firm, crossing its arms with a serious look.

  Before she could reply, a deeper, mocking voice chimed in from her left shoulder.

  It was a tiny demon, with red horns and a crooked grin showing sharp teeth.

  ‘Worried? Ha! He deserves it for defying you. This is a light punishment,’ it said, letting out a cackle that echoed in her head as it spped its thigh with a hand.

  The angel frowned, spinning to the demon with an accusing finger.

  ‘He’s a person, not a toy! He’s got to come out eventually,’ it snapped, wings quivering with outrage.

  The demon ughed harder, pnting a hand on its hip and jabbing a dismissive gesture at the angel.

  ‘Come out? There are worse punishments, like execution or torture. Being inside her’s gotta be a walk in the park for a mage like him. Bet he shut up ‘cause he likes it. Leave him there and get on with your duties,’ it said, winking slyly as it crossed its arms.

  Iris blinked, stunned, and the angel gaped, hands on its cheeks like it couldn’t believe what it heard.

  ‘Likes it?’ Iris thought, feeling the tickle in her vagina grow sharper with every twitch from Kai.

  Before she could decide what to do, her bedroom door creaked open softly.

  A young maid stepped in—not the gray-haired one, but a petite girl with messy brown hair tied in a loose ponytail and big eyes fixed shyly on the floor.

  She carried a silver tray loaded with a royal feast: a pte of roast pheasant with fresh herbs, dripping in a red wine sauce that gleamed like liquid gems under the dim light; a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup with a swirl of cream, wafting a warm, comforting scent; freshly baked bread with a golden crust that crackled when touched, still steaming; and a vanil cream dessert with candied fruit chunks, giving off a sweet, tempting aroma that filled the room.

  Iris’s mouth watered instantly.

  ‘God, I’m starving…’ she thought, sitting up straighter as her stomach growled like a hungry dragon demanding its prey.

  The maid set the tray on a small table by the bed, arranging the utensils with shaky hands and a nervous air.

  “Princess, we were so worried when we found you passed out in the bath,” she said in a timid, almost whispered tone, twisting her fingers in the white apron she wore. “If you’re feeling ill, please tell your father. He’d surely give you some days off. I know you work so hard…”

  Iris barely heard her.

  Her focus split between the juicy pheasant, its irresistible aroma calling to her, and the persistent tickle between her legs threatening to make her gasp.

  Iris nodded absently, controlling her breathing so it wouldn’t hitch from Kai’s movements.

  “Uh-huh, yeah… you can go now. I’ll ring the bell when I’m done,” Iris said, her tone sharp and leaving no room for argument.

  The maid bowed her head, her lips curving down in a sad little frown, and scurried out with quick steps, shutting the door behind her with a soft click that echoed in the quiet.

  Iris grabbed the fork with a trembling hand and speared a piece of pheasant, popping it into her mouth eagerly.

  The fvor burst on her tongue: tender meat that melted, warm spices heating her pate, and that rich sauce making her close her eyes in pure bliss.

  “Delicious…” Iris murmured, savoring each bite like it was a treasure.

  But as she ate, she instinctively squeezed her thighs, and her vagina clenched hard, shoving Kai deeper inside.

  Pleasure hit her like a sudden bolt, and her face nearly smashed into the pte.

  The fork shook in her hand, and a gasp slipped through her teeth.

  “God, this is heaven!” Iris excimed softly, a crooked smile mixing ecstasy and surprise as the heat from her groin mingled with the joy of the meal.

  Inside, Kai felt the shift right away.

  The walls tightened more, dragging him into an even deeper, narrower space.

  The heat wrapped him like a wet bnket, and the slimy fluids coated his face again, flooding his mouth and nose.

  “Damn it!” he growled, kicking furiously as he fought to keep his hands free to avoid drowning. ‘What the hell’s this lunatic doing now? There’s no way I’m stuck here forever, right?’

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