Chapter 90: Mandragora Feeds on Human Fluids (4)

  'If I hadn't prepared for this in advance... would I have died?'

  My heart pounded wildly as I thought about what might have happened if I hadn't properly prepared.

  "You release it now," said No. 3.

  Seeing her mouth the words, we released the mana shielding our eardrums and turo look. What we saw in her hands was the mandragora.

  "Ugh!"

  Levin, who had a weak stomach, gagged at the sight. The root, shaped like a shriveled human figure, was wriggling, with what looked like blood oozing out of its body. Its crude resembo a human, plete with a head and limbs, stirred an uny disgust within us. Its wailing, filled with rese and anger, still had an oppressive effect, even though its potency had lessened.

  "It appears to be Grade 2. The hatred and fury infused in it suggest it could be used for crafting bat-enhang potions," No. 3 ented.

  She pced the mandragora into a transparent gss jar she had prepared in advance, poured a liquid that appeared to be alcohol over it, and sealed it tightly.

  'Is she making infused liquor?'

  We harvested the remaini mandragoras, which were all just as grotesque. Levin, overwhelmed by the smell of blood and their disturbing appearance, couldn't hold it in and vomited in a er. Jake, finding the sight unpleasant, distanced himself, while Daood firm, maintaining his pride.

  "Nine roots in total. Six Grade 2 roots and three Grade 3 roots. But since my dy instructed me to calcute the payment based on the highest-grade mandragora..."

  No. 3 pulled out a check from her pocket.

  Rip.

  "Total payout: 4.5 million gold."

  4.5 million gold!

  This amount was enough to buy a modest house in the tryside or even a small packhorse. While it didn’t reach the 10 million gold we had hoped for, earning 500,000 gold per root wasn't bad at all. Levin, who had just been vomiting, quickly joined us, cheering and hugging us iement.

  'Just wait—my mandragoras are eveer. Their leaves are pristine, and they've been nourished with high-quality semen. They'll sell for even more!'

  "What about the other two roots..." No. 3 trailed off, turning her gaze toward me.

  I moved to the area where I had cultivated my mandragoras and poihem out. Their stems and leaves had shrunk signifitly, making them hard to spot. Notig their unique appearano. 3 paused and asked Delphine, "Lady Delphihe shape of these mandragora leaves seems different."

  "I ied them myself from the seed stage. They are mandragoras—it's just that what they were fed..."

  Delphiated, perhaps finding it inappropriate to discuss the matter in front of everyone. She whispered something to No. 3, who then coolly stated, "Semen, I presume. I expected as much."

  'What the hell is wrong with me?!'

  "Mandragoras should be fed blood to grow properly," one of my roommates sneered. "Those pnts might as well have been raised in a brothel, not on aion site!"

  "I 't aowledge them as mandragoras!" another chimed in. "To me, it looks like some random pnt soaked in semeending to be a mandragora."

  Despite their snide remarks, I stayed posed.

  "For safety reasons, please cover your ears again," No. 3 instructed.

  repared ourselves in different ways. No. 3 reached out to toue of the stems but quickly withdrew her hand, startled.

  "What’s wrong?" I asked.

  She calmly showed me her palm.

  'Ah... that's my semen...'

  Given her profession—homunculus creation often involved using semen as a key ingredient—she seemed unfazed. She simply wiped her hand with a handkerchief. Delphine, however, turned her head away awkwardly, pretending not to notice.

  "Mandragoras typically absorb blood ehrough their stems and down to their roots. Could it be that these are not mandragoras but a different pnt parasitizing them?"

  "What are you saying?!" I demanded.

  As Delphine appeared to waver in her assessment, my roommates gleefully removed their earplugs, ughing as though they’d just firmed I was some lunatic who had spent a month outdoors indulging in bizarre fantasies.

  "It seems their position is different, and they do a cursed scream. You don't o block your ears," No. 3 cluded.

  Delphine also removed the rubber seal she had used to cover her ears. "Then I'll harvest it," No. 3 said.

  Pluck.

  Uhe other mandragoras, which required siderable effort to uproot, my mandragora came out easily. Its root system was simple and cked the messy tendrils of the others. It resembled a small, fairy-like figure with a and delicate form, allowing it to be pulled out without resistance.

  'What... is this...?'

  It was nothing like the grotesque mandragoras we had seen earlier. While the others looked like disturbing, shriveled human shapes drenched in blood, this one was an almost fwless humanoid figure, save for the stem and leaves sprouting from its head. It was so perfect it could have been mistaken for a fairy.

  Furthermore, the stem that burrowed into the ground covered its back like hair. If the typical mandragora was simply a root shaped like a human figure, this one had features resembling Molng wheransformed, plete with properly formed nipples aalia.

  "Ah."

  At that moment, the mandragora I had raised opes mouth.

  Its face was torted in an expression resembling a woman ihroes asm. It parted its lips, extending a root that looked like a tongue, long and sinuous.

  HiyAAAAANG—!

  Thunk!

  'Th-this is...!'

  It wasn’t a cursed scream. Instead, as the sound echoed, everyone, regardless of age ender, clutched their groins a over.

  I found myself on the brink of climax, barely holding back the surge of pleasure that threateo explode in my pants. All my focus was on taining it.

  'Ah... If I hadn't relieved myself this m, it could’ve been dangerous... What about the others?'

  One gnce firmed it—some of the guys had already lost the battle. Damp stains were beginning to seep through their clothes.

  The pent-up lust they had accumuted since m erupted all at once. Levin and the others couldn’t hold out and ended up climaxing. I turo che Delphine and saw her clutg her lower abdome over as well.

  Drip.

  Thick fluids trickled dowhighs. It wasn’t hard to tell she was teetering on the edge of climax or had just barely e.

  The only one who seemed ued was No. 3, whose design didn't at for "such uses." She calmly held the mandragora, examining it with ical precision.

  "Its effects have mutated. inally, the cursed scream was meant to kill people. But now..."

  When she first pulled out the mandragora, it had been fortuhat the nearby is and small animals had died immediately. Otherwise, the area could have turned into a chaotiimal mating frenzy.

  At least we humans had stronger self-trol, allowing us to endure—barely.

  "Ahem... Since we’ve already received our payment, we’ll excuse ourselves now," said one of my roommates.

  Clutg their groins, they discreetly retreated, likely to ge into pants.

  That left Delphine aill overwhelmed. I struggled to ceal my bulging lower half, while Delphiightly crossed her legs, her face flushed red as she tried to aposed.

  No. 3 tinued examining the mandragora she had pulled out.

  "This is the first time I've seen such a mutation. Its purpose wasn't just to e blood and accumute madness ament, was it?"

  "It absorbed various bodily fluids—animal secretions, blood, bone marrow... and semen. Normally, the semen tration would have been diluted, but this case, where it was raised exclusively on semen, is unpreted."

  "Indeed. And to think just pulling it out could arouse people..."

  The lingering effects still hadn’t pletely faded. Delphine and I trembled slightly; if we made even one careless movement, we might climax again. The potency was undeniable.

  "My dy has been looking for profitable items tely. This could be perfect. It seems to have signifit potential for enhang stamina, improving libido, and treatiile dysfun."

  As always, the search for health supplements revolved around addressing sexual issues.

  "In that case..."

  "We could calcute your payment immediately, based on the Grade 1 mandragora rate. Alternatively, we could manufacture derivative products based on this mandragora's unique properties and send you a pertage of the profits."

  In other words, instead of just selling the mandragora, they could develop and sell products made from it.

  Since I wasn’t in immediate need of cash and uood how lucrative such products could be, I chose the tter.

  "However, its scream could easily be misused, and other alchemical workshops might try to replicate it. We’ll o keep the manufacturihod a secret..."

  Seeing Delphiill trembling with arousal, I couldn’t deny that this pnt was extremely dangerous.

  "I’ll harvest the remaining mandragora as well."

  "Wait—!"

  Delphiried to stop her, but it was too te. No. 3 had already uprooted the seandragora.

  Caught unprepared, I couldn’t shield my eardrums with mana in time and was fully exposed to its effects.

  KyAAAAAANG—!!

  A hot sensation spread in my pants as I quietly lowered my head.

  'Thank goodness for Molng...'

  At the st moment, I mao shove Molng into my underwear. The semen that had been on the verge of erupting was absorbed by her, sparing my clothes and underwear.

  As for Delphine...

  "Don’t... don’t look..."

  Drip, drip.

  Clear fluid, the kind that flows when someone is extremely aroused, trickled dowhighs. I could only turn away in silence.

  ---

  'Is this hell?'

  The st of night-blooming flowers lihroughout the training grounds.

  If a regur mandragora's effects extended within a 50-meter radius, killing or seriously harming nearby life forms, the mutated mandragora I had raised had an absurdly wider range, affeg the eraining area.

  While it didn’t cause immediate fatalities, it triggered widespread arousal. Delphine and I, standing closest, had been hit the hardest, experieng multiple climaxes. Even those who were slightly further away succumbed to its effects, climaxing en masse.

  Given the location, it was likely that female knights had also been affected. Fortunately, the i was agreed to be kept a secret, remaining an unsolved mystery of mass arousal.

  Sihe effects were caused by a scream uo the mutated mandragora a no physical traces, there was no risk of exposure.

  'Or at least, that’s what I thought...'

  A senior knight, wearing only fortable training gear—proof of his "recovery"—called me aside, exuding an air of knowing everything.

  "You know why I called yht?"

  "Yes..."

  sidering the circumstances, it would’ve been strange if no one suspected me.

  "If you uand, I won’t waste words."

  "I’m prepared to accept punishment."

  "Punishment? Failure deserves punishment."

  "Failure...? What do you mean?"

  Only then did I realize the senior knight wasn’t acg me of causing the mass climax i. Instead, he was assigning me another secret mission.

  'Of course, there’s no way they’d find out... No one was seriously harmed, and everyooo busy washing their underwear and pants to care.'

  Instead of handing me a pier as usual, the knight produced an envelope with a fragrance—a letter clearly written by a woman.

  "What’s this?"

  "A request from someone of great importance."

  "Someone important?"

  "I ’t disclose their identity now. Just know they’re noble."

  Most ts were noble anyway...

  "It’s a critical mission. Don’t disappoint them."

  "Yes, yes. Does it pay well this time?"

  I opehe letter and found its tents written in delicate, beautiful handwriting.

  "The northern marshnds?"

  The northern marshnds y beyond the beastmen’s territory, a remote and hostile area inhabited by species like mias and lizardmen. inally poputed by reptiles from the Utah delta, it was a treacherous pce where humans rarely ventured.

  "You wao go there?"

  "Yes."

  "What’s the mission?"

  "Men w in the area have gone missing. Your task is to locate them. If you find evidence of an impending atta the kingdom, signal for reinforts. They’ll arrive immediately."

  "Reinforts? they really get there so quickly?"

  "There’s a way. Don’t worry."

  The senior knight handed me a small golden bell.

  "It won’t make a sound norm ally, but if you i with mana and ring it, reinforts will hear it and e."

  "Uood."

  This mission wouldn’t be easy. That much was certain.

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