I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 402: The Soul Core Is Wet

We both plunged into the sea of darkness. Well, it wasn’t an actual sea but the darkness here was denser than before. Almost forming an endless ocean.

But the moment we plunged into it, we didn’t get wet or assaulted by a troublesome liquid, insistently trying to find its way into our nostrils. Instead, it felt colder, darker, such that the hairs on my body stood on end.

There was something utterly sinister about this place. Before I got the chance to study it any further though, Kassie was already with her sword. She sent her body in a whirling spin and clashed her sword with the shiny bottom of the darkness multiple times.

Then she unleashed her form, and at that moment, instinctively knowing what she wanted, I grabbed her with the chain and pulled her upward with great force. Multiplying the momentum, I slammed her down.

But Kassie rode that momentum like a transcendent sailor.

She drew her hand back and as the chain whipped against the bottom of the darkness, she released the strike like a devastating guillotine.

Instantly, from that point, a net of cracks appeared and shuddered the entire place. The net spread, slow at first but quickly branching like a rabid plague. Seams of light seeped through the space between the cracks as if an endless flood of light was trying to force its way through.

Kassie did not take the next action.

I did.

Twisting all five chains into one and whirling them with vicious speed, I turned them into drillers and slammed them against the cracks.

The little of whatever was holding, was wrecked asunder.

Then the cracks ran even faster than before. This time not just running but peeling off the entire illusionary walls. For a moment, all that we saw was a boundless white.

In that boundless white was a dark orb, floating weightlessly.

I stared at it first, then looked around.

"What is this place?"

Kassie’s gaze was fixed on the dark orb.

"It’s ironic... this is the soul scape of a Demonic Spirit."

I paused and looked at her, blinking.

"This? A Demon? Feels more like an Angel’s soul more than a Demon’s"

The black core though, was a perverted existence in this room of white. That alone was enough to tell of the deep and vile darkness that wove a creature like this.

Kassie looked at me and said:

"Destroy the Soul Core."

I paused and looked back at her.

"What?"

She repeated herself.

"Destroy it, if I do it, there’s a high chance I’d get corrupted, slowly becoming a Demonic Spirit. But you’re not a Spirit, so you can do it. Besides, this particular spirit is a female. I doubt I’d be able to destroy it."

"Oh... okay, I’ll do it then."

I said to her and stepped closer to it, summoning Frostfang.

However, Kassie stopped me. She stared at the Core.

"That’s not how you do it. Look closer..."

At first, I was puzzled.

’What does she mean, look closer... I’m looking close enough.’

No, apparently, I wasn’t.

When I studied the shape of the black core, I figured I had been wrong, it wasn’t a circular shape, instead it had the shape of a peach fruit.

And the surface...

The surface was a lustrous obsidian, cleanly carved, as if it was cut out of a naked woman’s statue.

Beneath the butt was an opening, a slit, narrow opening. I stared at it for a moment and glanced up at Kassie shaking my head.

"Hell, no... no way."

Kassie tilted her head. A nefarious grin climbed her face.

"What, are you embarrassed?"

I chuckled.

"Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed when you want me to fuck a demon’s core? How’s that going to destroy it?"

She gave me an even look.

"Your comprehension with these kind of things, as expected is amusing."

She then stepped closer, observing the core.

"The slit in between is the main weakness, you can strike it how many times you want. But if you strike it from within, it will break. That is because the core can harden itself the moment it senses a threat. But you... you can unharden it."

I frowned with absolute displeasure.

"How so?"

"You have that accursed touch. And it works against summons, doesn’t it?"

I raised my hand slightly and looked at my palm.

"You want me to..."

Kassie raised her head and grinned.

"Let the core open up to you..."

’Damnit! She seems to be enjoying this!’

She stepped back, gave me a look and turned around.

"I’ll be waiting for you at the other end."

She walked away, the curves of her alabaster ass, trembling with every step.

I looked at my hand, looked at the core shaped like an ass and at Kassie’s butt.

"Don’t worry, this will be you someday..." I muttered to her rear.

Then I turned to the lustrous obsidian core and hesitated.

’This is awkward...’

I moved my hand and touched the obsidian core. It was hard like jade, but the moment I touched it. I felt a shudder.

And the texture of the core instantly changed, feeling more supple. With more touch, it softened even further, squirming against my touch.

’Oh? This could work like one of those toys.’

A magnificent idea broke out of my mind.

’I know! I could simply pretend like this is one of those toys. And this particular toy is Kassie!’

I closed my eyes and dedicated myself to the vision, thinking about the bad things I want to do to the Tyrant Empress.

I was going to terrorize her that fateful day. She would become a slave to my touch.

I slammed a powerful slap against the core’s ass, making its entire white world shudder.

I grabbed a handful of it, pinching softly and then smacking even more fiercely. The white world quaked like it was going to come down.

And down there... in between that slit, something colorless and greasy was slithering down the core.

I paused, suffocated by disbelief.

’It’s wet?’

This damn thing really was wet!