Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~

Chapter 114: Only Those Ready to Be Bred May Breed

Breeding Warning.

“Okay, Bestelta, ready?”

“Ready. Let’s wrap this up quick.”

“Yup.”

The right stone pillar glows, and the previous adventurers stumble out of the teleportation array. Our turn. A standard four-man party, battered and bruised, but their “We did it…!” shows they’re savoring victory. Must’ve gone well. Congrats, senpai-tachi.

Wait, can we just hop in? Is the orc back already? Guess we’ll find out. Nobody said otherwise.

The pillar flashes.

Pika.

…Teleport worked. Now, where’s the orc?

“Bubiiii!”

There it is, roaring in the center of the boss room, clutching a wooden club. Way smaller than a Dai Orc. A piglet, really. The room’s tight, though—built for close combat, almost within club range. Without a tank, this’d be rough.

“Kei.”

Bestelta holds out her hand. I place a few good-sized stones in it. Locked and loaded.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Here I go…”

She raises her left leg high, pulling her stone-gripping right hand low, near the ground. Her muscles—big toe to calf, hamstring, back, biceps, fingertips—connect in a taut line.

“Hmph!”

In an instant, the coiled muscle-string snaps free. A golden shimmer, a purple spark, an overwhelming surge of kinetic energy erupts from her hand in a barrage.

Bagoon!

The air cracks, echoing in the cave. A vicious meteor shower slams into the orc, obliterating most of its upper body.

“Bu…hi?”

The orc, barely a spine and head, stares at its lightened frame in disbelief before collapsing, dousu, and vanishing in a glow.

…Not even two seconds. Let’s pretend I didn’t hear that pebble toss sound like a shotgun.

“Phew, decent target. Too fragile, though.”

Poor orc… adventurer-killer… It’s just the food chain, but “target” is harsh.

We collect the drops—orc meat and bones. Half-busted, maybe for Putyuera? Bones for weapons or armor, probably.

“Now what? No need to leave yet, right?”

Bestelta flashes her red tongue with a sly grin. Yeah, leaving this fast might raise eyebrows. Let’s chill.

“Good call. Thinking of summoning Lamialka. Haven’t seen her in a bit. Cool with that?”

“Oh, fine by me. But will she stay calm seeing you? She’s, y’know… intense.”

Straight to the point. With that kind of breeding and her impressive dual equipment, maybe her drive’s doubled. But I love intense girls, so no issue. Even if they’ve got extra.

“If she gets wild, can you rein her in?”

“That’s the plan.”

So, I ask Bestelta to be the stopper and ping Lamialka through our channel.

‘Lamialka, cool if I summon you? Wanna catch up.’

‘Yo, Kei! Been dying to see ya! You never call, so I’m all pent up. Sure it’s okay?’

‘No prob. We’re in a dungeon boss room, so no one’s around. Gotta leave soon, though, so it’s a quick visit.’

‘A quickie with my favorite Kei? I’ll take it.’

Bufu. Nosebleed incoming. Her raw affection’s primal. A delinquent yuri prince with that vibe? Attribute overload.

‘Alright, summoning! Summon!’

…Huh, no instant summon. Something up?

“Bestelta, ever hear of summons lagging?”

“You’re summoning now? Hmm, maybe the dungeon’s interfering. Sorry, first time being contracted, so I’m not sure.”

Hmm. Makes sense. Instant summons are kinda OP, so a delay’s fine. Wanna figure out the cause later, though.

In under ten seconds, the summon circle forms and glows.

“Kei! Missed ya! Let’s breed!”

Lamialka bursts out, beaming, but her grin cracks—literally—as her torso splits open. She swallows me up to my neck at light speed, face-hugged tight. Can’t see. Her long tongue ravages my mouth, jurupon jurupon, hitting the deep-throat sweet spot. I’m gagging, but she’s a pro. Breeding HP critical! Breeding HP critical!

“Fwaa, sweaty Kei’s delicious. Yo, you’re filthy. Washing properly?”

Chills. She’s unhinged. Her and Sandria’s kinks are a nightmare labyrinth. Love it, though.

Oh no, my clothes are slipping off inside her… Uhi! My tip’s getting nibbled. Intense, intense! My Tanezu-rod’s slurped into her warm, venomous snake pit… Ngh!

“Oi, Lamialka, Kei’s choking! Ease up!”

“Oh, my bad, Kei. Got too excited.”

Nuchaa. She spits me out, dripping in her fluids. Her scent’s all over me. Bliss.

“Ugh, Kei, you’re so hot. I’m riled up again. C’mon, do me.”

Her flushed face cracks open, panting needily. Her giant snake rears up, mukumuku.

“Eh…”

“C’mon, please! I’ve been good, waiting at home. I love you, wanna eat you, but I held back. Wanna be eaten, but I held back. Just the tip!”

She rubs against my face, hips twitching, letting out sweet moans. Damn, this is too much.

Sasusasu, chirochiro.

I give in to her pleas.

“Your awkward touch… feels so good…”

She chomps my breeding rod, face uncracked, human-like, twisting and bobbing desperately.

Gupo, mo, guppo. Gupupu, bujururu.

We’re locked, devouring each other’s symbols. Yeah, this is endgame.

Only those ready to be bred may breed… (T/N: CODE GEASS REFERENCE!)

But I’m totally cool with this. I get it—I’m a demi-human Contractor through and through.

We’re twin-headed snakes, an ouroboros swallowing its tail, merging as one. Our fluids mix, we consume, we connect deeper. When it’s over, Lamialka and I, panting, hold hands and share a long kiss.

“…Cut it out.”

Bestelta yanks me from Lamialka’s blissful afterglow and goes full piledriver. My breeding rod holds strong, hitting her depths—impressive, considering I’m barely conscious.

“Kei’s mine! Finally found something just for me! I’m not sharing!”

Panpan, guchu guchu.

Her grip’s so tight my rod might lift my hips off. One slip, and it’s yoinked. She wrings me dry, overwriting me with her fluids and scent.

The merciless sound of flesh echoes.

“Ehehe… let’s stay together forever…”

Lamialka mutters dreamily. Bestelta’s pounding intensifies.

Someone… help… HELP…

“Ugh…”

Bestelta’s atop me, face tear-streaked.

I gently wrap my arms around her back, holding her close.

“Kei… I’m sorry.”

Her voice trembles.