Chapter 60: The Nightmare Queen’s Battle (2)

I landed a solid punch, but her body blurs, taking no damage.

“Oh.”

What kind of dodge is this?

Maybe because she’s high-level and I attacked a high-level foe…

<Level rises to 452.>

My level goes up.

Fighting a super high-level enemy gives insane experience just for engaging.

Heard her level’s in the 40,000s, but she’s hiding it well from me.

The Nightmare Queen, despite taking the hit, stands there with a hurt expression, tearing up.

“I don’t want to fight…”

“Don’t give me that crap.”

“Meooow.”

“Hey, you stop that crap too!”

At the Nightmare Queen’s feet, CatMan stares up with a feed me look.

RiceCookerMan’s become a spirit cooker, not too damaged but rolling around.

“Even if you treat me harshly, I’m okay.”

“Not gonna attack?”

“Why would I?”

Her pure, innocent expression makes me question if fighting’s right.

But why do I still want to smack her?

That “sixteen-year-old girl” line feels like it triggered a Teacher Kim’s Memorial or something.

Maybe a trait like <Hate Bratty Kids> kicked in, temporarily shielding me from her charm?

Just a guess, but as a man, I can’t help but be swayed by her expression, gentle tone, and figure.

No wonder vitality gets drained.

“Why attack?”

“You can achieve things without fighting. There’s no need.”

“Negotiating?”

The Nightmare Queen, looking even purer, shakes her glossy, long black hair.

“I’m suggesting love.”

My breath catches in my throat.

Now I get why those wraiths warned about her charm.

“I served her briefly. Even dead, she was beautiful.”

“No body, hostile to them, yet I helped. No question.”

“Tch, beautiful, huh…”

Useless bastards.

Bring me a eunuch’s grudge instead.

“No need for that. You steal vitality and levels, don’t you?”

The Nightmare Queen extends her hand.

“I won’t steal. I promise. Even if you love me to death, I’ll hold back your love.”

Why does she talk so prettily?

Before I know it, she grabs my wrist.

“I made my body bigger to please you. What do you think?”

Oh, oh.

No, Sage, block it!

“If you were researching alone and a beauty said, ‘Rest with me,’ would you stay sane? I’m wise, not a eunuch.”

Magic + Intelligence = zero effect.

What kind of sage is this?

I could have a temporary sage time myself.

“Right, have a temporary sage time.”

“No wife at that age, so I can’t help meddling.”

What a pathetic Memorial I trusted.

But “sixteen” stuck vividly, letting me resist her pulling my hand to her chest.

As my arm holds firm, the Nightmare Queen tilts her head.

“Hm, the rumors were true. But…”

“What?”

“Even a man like you, I can turn into one who can love a woman and have kids. Trust me and follow.”

She believes she can “cure” such inclinations, even in a succubus.

And that she can seduce even such a man.

“W-What, kids?”

She claps her hands and smiles brightly.

“Yes! A strong child with human heart and demon magic and levels.”

“We just met, what kids!?”

“I like the giant who defeated all my groom candidates.”

I heard about that.

That’s why the octopus, dog, and rat came through.

I’d be thrilled too if my bride’s candidates died on dispatch.

“Trust me once. This world doesn’t look kindly on men chasing men, right?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then why not like me? My desire to have your child?”

“Y-You’re sixteen!”

“Oh?”

That’s my last shred of conscience.

She tilts her head, then grins.

“Want me to be fourteen?”

“You little—”

I attack again, gaining more experience and leveling up.

Level 453 now?

Of course, she blurs and takes no damage.

“Why… Oh, sorry.”

She puts a hand to her chest and bows.

“What?”

“To win the heart of the giant, my future husband, I lied a bit. My body’s like a ripe woman’s, but I’m about 100 years old. No need to fixate on age.”

At that moment, it’s like Teacher Kim’s Memorial really activated, and my barrier drops.

Oh.

If she’s 100, I’m not too good for her.

Nightmare Queen, for real.

I want to bury myself in that chest.

Splash and crush her.

No, no, this won’t do.

Then—

[Suki suki suki daisuki yo!]

[Ah! Yamete!]

My head whips toward the wall of Room 204 at the loud Japanese voice.

<Trait: Sage of the Room>

If you focus on something at your base, it ignores other mental effects.

You perverted old Sage!

Focusing on Room 204’s full-audio Japanese girl moans?

Then I notice the <Charm> above her head and snap back to reality.

When faced with an unfamiliar situation versus familiar media noise, you focus on the familiar.

Realizing she’s charming me, I throw another punch.

Let’s see how far she dodges.

“Why? Want to hit me?”

“No, kill you.”

Attacks don’t land, but I keep punching.

It feels pointless, but…

Her high level gives me experience just for attacking.

<Resisting Charm.>

<Level rises.>

Even dodging her charm via Sage’s Memorial converts to experience.

So, my level and stats are rising in real-time.

Who knew Room 204’s Japanese audio would help?

Gotta treat them to rice drinks and keep them indoors, focused on audio.

Still, her teary expression as I punch makes my heart lurch.

What’s her Charm stat?

Finally, she closes her eyes tightly and opens them.

“Then… shall we start a marital spat?”

Bam!

Her swift, stretched-out foot sends me flying.

“Urk!?”

Shield King trait, Super Regeneration skill patch me up, but honestly, the kick didn’t hurt much.

But falling on the floor, shards of Turning Mecard, BB pellets, and Hello Carbot dig into my back.

That hurts like hell, and as I’m about to scream—

She knees my nose as I try to sit up.

Puhuk.

Super Regeneration stops the nosebleed, but…

As I struggle to rise, she unleashes a barrage of kicks.

Kek, puk, ugh, argh, urk.

I need to counter, but—

Her panties…

[Onii-chan!]

Oh!

Thanks, Room 204.

Got your support. Play it long today, please.

“Yaaaah!”

When getting pummeled, grabbing the legs is the best move.

Hold the legs, trip her with a choke or something.

But my attacks don’t grab her—she’s intangible.

Damn it.

Roaring, I lunge to grab her, but it’s futile.

In a blink, her foot’s in my face.

Like a slapping machine, her foot slaps my cheeks at invisible speed.

Da-da-da-da-da-da.

I flail my hands, but even as her foot slaps my face, I can’t grab it.

“Use Unquenchable Flame. It catches those dodging substance.”

A wraith’s lingering thought chimes in.

“You’re better than the Sage, dude.”

Following that, I coat my hand with Unquenchable Flame, gained from the Red Mage.

If I shot it, it’d be a fire punch, but no time for that…

Swiping with it, I grab her leg, and she pulls back.

“Ahh!?”

She lets out a weird moan and retreats.

Good.

Low stamina?

Taking the chance, I shoot a flaming punch.

<Resisted by Magic.>

Not an easy foe.

“It hurts…”

Tears well as she looks at me, but I’m still focused on Room 204’s audio.

She whines but smiles cutely.

“Die.”

I aim for her stretched leg, and this time—

I grab it.

“Eek!?”

Grabbing her ankle with force, I lift and push, knocking her down.

“Kyaa!? Urk!?”

How’s that? Hurts like hell, right?

The spirits of Turning Mecard, Hello Carbot, and BB pellets linger.

I move to mount, pushing her legs to climb on, but—

Her exposed chest heaves, and as she closes her legs, the space between is starkly revealed.

Her modest dress, stuck like a one-piece despite kicks, rides up.

My focus nearly breaks, and I hesitate.

“Sorry.”

She starts choking my neck with her calves, twisting her body.

Like a pro wrestling Hurricane Rana, I’m flung into the wall near the bed.

“Urp!?”

It didn’t hurt, but the mosquito hole with the Sultan Boys’ bromide dents, startling me.

If the wall breaks again, I’m screwed. Anger surges.

“Stop wrecking my house, you bastards!”

I charge head-first with a rocket headbutt.

“Urk?”

Luckily, it hits, and as she reels back, I aim to pin her waist.

“No, I don’t like it rough.”

As I try to crush her waist and stomach, she twists, trying to pin me instead.

It turns into a wrestling Pater posture.

Grabbing her skin and clothes to escape, the dress tears.

“Eek? This…”

Her dizzying near-naked body makes my fighting spirit waver, but—

[Iku, iku, iku yo!]

Room 204’s Japanese fuels me.

Screw it.

Live or die, house breaking or not, why can’t I wrestle a demon?

“Yaaah! Die, you monster!”

“Oh…”

Room 202, roused messily, glares at 203 and mutters.

“Goddamn noisy, bro. Let me sleep! What’s his deal? Always ‘Die! Die, you bastard!’”

“Ugh, fighting the cat?”

Lately, the sweet voice that loved the plant pot or Sultan Boys’ bromide felt creepy but nice.

Room 202 looks at the white paper rolled in the desk drawer.

Room 203 pretends not to be gay, sticking up girl idol bromides instead of his favorite male idols.

Got a new bromide to send, hoping he’ll come out clearly without messing with others’ hearts.

Boom!

“What’s that?”

A huge thud shakes the house.

Not the hole she broke before, but the wallpaper in a warped, pressed part tears with a rip.

Already wondering about the warped wallpaper, Room 202 stands to check.

“What’s he doing? Playing a war game?”

Boom-boom-boom.

“Actual war?”

Room 203’s shaking is too loud.

Stone dust, a trauma for Room 202, spills from the torn wallpaper.

“Hm? Huh?”

A small hole appears where the dust came from, letting her peek into Room 203.

Part of 203 is visible.

“No way, can’t.”

Anyone would be pissed if someone spied on their room through a hole.

Even a guy.

Especially since Room 203 hides a secret struggle.

Room 202 thinks to cover the torn wallpaper with tape.

But then—

“Ahh, too rough.”

“Shut up!?”

A gentle female voice and Room 203’s desperate voice ring out together.

“Huh?”

Room 202 instinctively peeks through the secret hole.

Not fully visible, but Room 203 and a half-naked woman, clothes disheveled, are rolling together.

Rolling with a woman!?