Chapter 89: Mandragora Feeds on Human Fluids (3)

  "Are you out of your mind?"

  With Levin's shout, the other roommates quickly pulled Delphine autting some distaween her and me.

  "Isn't semen teically bodily fluid too? Blood, semen—both are liquids that e out of the body."

  "This guy started with the air, and now he's pnning to screw around with the Mandragora?"

  "We get that you're into weird shit, but could you at least not inate our crops with your fetishes?"

  But if what I’m thinking is correct, wouldn’t this method save me from having to bleed or waste too muergy?

  Sure, ejag es energy, but it’s obviously better than cutting myself to bleed!

  "Isn't it better than injuring myself etting a nosebleed?"

  "Better for who, the Mandragora or you?"

  Sihe roommates and I couldn’t rea agreement, I ighem and turned back to Delphine.

  "Do you think it’s possible?"

  "Uh… well… There haven’t been any cases like that so far, but…"

  "But?"

  "Small animals absorb all the bodily fluids of their prey, so human semen might affect the Mandragora’s growth as well…"

  "So it’s not impossible, theoretically?"

  Delphine my question.

  "Alright the’s do this. I’ll take care of three of them."

  "What a waste of Mandragora seeds!"

  "You guys grow them using blood. I’ll take care of mine my way."

  In the end, perhaps realizing I wouldn’t back down, Dane, Levin, and Jake relutly raised their hands in surrender.

  "Fiake the two over in that er."

  With 11 seeds in total, splitting them three ways meant someone had to take just two. Sihe semehod wasn’t guarao work, they clearly wao stick me with the smallest share.

  "Don’t e g ter."

  "Just a waste of Mandragoras, that’s all."

  While the rumbled, Delphine moved closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

  "This is su iing experiment. No matter the oute, it’s going to be fasating!"

  And so began a month-long, full-scale effort to raise Mandragoras.

  The "full-scale" part didn’t mean we’d die pulling them out; it just meant we were putting our all into it.

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  Today, it was Daurood in front of nine Mandragora sprouts, looking tense.

  "What are you staring at?"

  "Nothing… just thinking how hard this must be for you."

  "Hah. It’s tough enough splitting the work among three people instead of four."

  Levin, who treasured his face, made small cuts on his arm to draw blood. Jake, who didn’t rely on swordsmanship, could safely cut his fiips despite the bandages he wore. But Dane, ever the brute, was just pung his own o get a nosebleed.

  Whack! Whack!

  But his tough body made it hard for his o bleed, leaving his face bruised instead. Watg this, I stepped in to help.

  "Yood at getting hit but terrible at hitting yourself."

  "Shut up. I don’t have the tools, okay?"

  It was funny imagining him needing "equipment" just to smash his own face. Regardless, I gathered mana into my fist, stomped on the ground hard enough to crack it, and delivered a solid punch to Dane’s nose.

  Thud!

  "Argh!"

  Dane’s nose instantly swelled up, and blood streamed down in twin rivulets.

  Drip, drip, drip!

  As he scattered his nosebleed over the nine Mandragora sprouts, I couldn’t help but click my tongue.

  "What a crazy bastard."

  "You’re the real nutjob here…"

  Seeing Dane cover his bleeding nose and shuffle back to the dormitory, I pulled out Molng, which I had prepared in advance. Dane’s retreat was a relief since I wasn’t too keen on jerking off in front of uys.

  Grateful for the privacy, I grabbed the still-drowsy Molng, who had gone limp from the m’s lethargy, and pressed her to my crotch.

  Thwack.

  Molng looked up at me with a dissatisfied expression, her eyes narrowing as she gred at my exposed gns. Stroking her head gently with my index finger, I coaxed her into settling down and taking on the form I wanted.

  Normally, Molng would transform into a sealed, drical shape—like an open-ended cup desigo around my shaft. This time, however, she morphed into aopped design that left my gns exposed so I could spray semen directly onto the Mandragoras rather than having Molng absorb it.

  Schlk, schlk, schlk…

  Even though Molng was sulking, refusing to maintain her usual feminine appearance, she still dispyed her face, cheeks puffed out in protest. Yet, despite her attitude, she formed internal ridges to maximize stimution, assistih my masturbation.

  "Hic… Ugh…"

  The cold air brushing against the exposed g strangely refreshing.

  At the same time, the thought of other roommates hearing these noises or, worse, someone from outside stumbling upon this se made me tense up… and weirdly aroused.

  I tried my best to suppress the sounds to avoid getting caught, but holding back moans while jerking off wasn’t easy. As Molng stimuted me, my gns, already sensitive, reached the point where it spurted white fluid. By then, my suppressed moans had already filled the training area.

  "Huaaah…"

  Gulp.

  Molly pressed against the tip of my gns while squeezing the base, helping to draw out the st remnants of semen. Holding onto my member, I aimed carefully at the Mandragora leaves and spread the semen evenly.

  Initially, my roommates had bet that the Mandragora I was raising would wither and die. However, as time went by, even though my Mandragoras were slightly smaller, they were thriving without a single damaged leaf.

  To the point where, while the roommates were sidering bringing in a chi to bleed out because fresh blood didn’t seem to cut it, my Mandragoras tinued growing steadily.

  Of course, I suggested feeding their Mandragoras semen as well, but they vehemently refused. Hehe results we were seeing.

  'Well, mine may look a bit different, but…'

  The Mandragoras I was raising had many small, delicate leaves rather than the rge, broad oypiandragoras. While the roommates mocked them as strange weeds drenched in semen, Delphine firmed, based on their position, that they were indeed Mandragoras, though altered. Thanks to her validation, I could tinue my work.

  'Harvest is in three days, right?'

  Mandragoras shouldn’t be left growing too long, as they could gather malevolent energy, rendering them inedible. The optimal growth period was around a month. Any longer, and the effort would outweigh the bes. Delphine p an alchemist for iion before we uprooted them.

  Flick, flick.

  After shaking off the remaining semen, I let Molng hahe up. With a lingering sense of satisfa, I steadied my trembling body.

  'Just wait and see. I’ll prove how well my Mandragrew!'

  During the remaining three days, my roommates finally decided to pool their moo buy chis, cutting their necks daily in what looked like some bizarre cult ritual. Oddly enough, their Mandragoras, which had been wilting, began sproutihier, greener leaves. this, I started to uand why Mandragoras were symbols of misfortune.

  Meanwhile, my Mandragoras remained mostly unged. If anything, their above-ground growth seemed to shrink, but si’s the roots that are ed, I figured it didn’t matter.

  And then, the day arrived.

  "Alright, it’s time to pare."

  "pare? What’s there to pare?"

  Despite dividing the workload among three people, the roommates were exhausted from their methods of nosebleeds and self-harm to feed the Mandragoras. Some were visibly anemic yet excited at the prospect of selling their three Mandragoras for anywhere between 100,000 and 1 million gold. Still, I couldn’t help but think they needed blood transfusions more urgently than gold.

  'Not my problem. They’ll ha themselves.'

  To prepare for potential dangers, we ordered everyone else to evacuate the area. We also equipped earplugs and reinforced our hearing with mana to block the sound effectively.

  Shuru, perhaps ag on instinctive fear, avoided the area entirely once she learned what was happening. Only Molng, ued by sound, stayed with me.

  'e to think of it, I’ve heard Mandragoras are traditionally harvested using old dogs or livestock meant fhter. I wonder how they’ll hahis.'

  Delphine had assured us she’d bring a buyer, but she was 30 mie. While her absence wasn’t catastrophic—we could still sell the Mandragoras at an alchemist’s workshop—it was annoying.

  "Sorry, I’m te. Preparing things took lohan expected."

  Delphine finally arrived, apanied by someone familiar—not a human, but a homunculus.

  'Unit 3?'

  "Greetings. I am Unit 3, representing the Frederiunculus Workshop."

  "Oho…"

  Dane, Levin, and Jake were clearly entranced by Unit 3’s beauty. However, I knew better. Beh her clothes, her chest was nothing more than a ste chamber for mana ans, and her lower body cked even the sembnce of reproductive anatomy. Knowing that, I wasn’t swayed like the others.

  "Lady Delphine informed us of a promising Mandragora harvest, so my mother sent me here to ihem."

  Lady Delphine? So Delphine and Unit 3 were sisters-in-disciplirained by the same master? If that’s true, then Unit 3’s mother aor must be Frederica.

  'Delphine is Frederica’s disciple?'

  It made sense. Frederica, being one of the foundational figures in alchemy, could easily have trained Delphiill, disc this e in such a way surprised me.

  "Not at all. A beautiful dy like you is always wele, even if a bit te. Haha!"

  Dane, pretending to be magnanimous, only mao reveal his pettiness by pointing out her tardiness.

  "I didn’t expect the colle site to be at a knight training camp, so it took time to prepare the necessary dotation."

  Fair enough. Entering a military base involved a lot of red tape. It made me wonder how door-to-door peddlers, who seemed to enter freely, ma.

  "Is this the pce?"

  "Yes. You start whenever you're ready."

  "Please ensure proper soundproofing measures are in pce. If you’re uo manage, I’ll assist."

  Everyone equipped earplugs and reinforced their ears with mana. Delphine, for extra security, ied special rubber-like plugs into her long ears and folded them down for double prote.

  Unit 3 walked fidently toward the Mandragoras. After firming everyone had their ears secured and their mana shields active, she grasped one Mandragora’s leaves and began to pull.

  'Is she immuo the sound?'

  Screeeech!

  The pierg scream resonated not just in our ears but deep into our souls, carrying a curse that sent chills through our very beings. We instinctively clutched at our ears, even though they were already protected.

  Thud, thud, thud!

  Birds resting on nearby branches fell lifelessly to the ground, and is crawling on the soil flipped onto their backs, dying instantly.

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