My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon
Chapter 175: Kisses

Chapter 175: Kisses

In the mountainous regions leading up to the Ysh-Natul dungeon, a man ran unopposed. Jumping over ravines, fixing passages, or climbing up vertical slopes, nothing was impossible for him. And should any monster dare to bar his way, it paid for the mistake in blood.

Hovering beside the man was a beautiful ghost carrying a sniper rifle. She too fought and traveled. But unlike the man who focused on the journey, she was more focused on teasing him and enjoying his reactions.

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"So, my Tyrant, are you part of the boobs faction or the butt faction?" she giggled.

"What kind of question is that?"

Like a mischievous imp, Bianca snickered as she circled around Elian. Here in the vast wilderness, there was hardly any entertainment. But neither Bianca nor Elian felt bored, since to them it felt like a date.

"Well, Blooms and the Dryads said they made their feminine bodies to bait men. They shifted forms as not all men fall for the same type. Of the ones they made, two were the most successful: those with large breasts and those with big booties."

Bianca flew in front of Elian and struck a seductive pose in front of him. It was one that emphasized the beauty of the female anatomy, specifically its assets.

"I think my real body has an ample supply of both. But what do you think, Elian? Should I increase my bust or behind? As the one who will enjoy them, your opinion is the one that matters most, after all."

"I...uhm...."

She came closer and batted her eyelashes at the Tyrant. Gazing deep into his eyes, she teased, "It’s okay to let out your real desires. I am fine adjusting my body to exactly what you want. Now tell me your kinks and fetishes, and I will do the rest."

Elian groaned as he made his way. Bianca could read his mind; she already knew. She just wanted to embarrass him over them. Ever since mingling with the Dryads, Bianca had been acting more seductively. No longer shy, she grew more affectionate and more lewd.

And what’s worse is that as Elian no longer had biological urges, he often tried to downplay or dismiss her suggestive acts. But the witch took it as her lacking charm and intensified her assault.

She had started with stolen kisses and hugs. But with every day that passed, her ferocity and appetite for attention grew.

"Maybe later," Elian said a bit uncomfortably. Bianca pouted but didn’t push. She followed Elian quietly as if in deep thought.

The current road was falling apart, and as to not shatter it with his weight, he was swinging above it like a monkey. Using his Valerian Steel tentacles, he quickly traversed the area by using ledges and tree branches overhead.

"Hmm, who would have thought there would be an abandoned city here?" he murmured.

The Ysh-Natul dungeon was located deep in the mountainous area southwest of Crestfall. Unlike the Karnathi dungeon, which was simply inside a dense rainforest, the Ysh-Natul dungeon was more elaborately hidden.

"No wonder Katri said it took weeks to reach it. With the maze-like architecture and the unstable footing, Breakers would need to make their way carefully."

The area towards the Nagas had vestiges of an ancient civilization. Broken statues and indecipherable murals littered the ruins. Columns stood alone or in pieces, an eerie reminder that something once stood there.

Even if there had been a city here, it’s long gone now.

Vines, trees, and the overgrowth had reclaimed large sections of the surroundings, leading to the weird setting Elian and Bianca were in now. There were large animals that had mana, but they still weren’t on the level of dungeon monsters.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around Elian’s neck. Two mountains of pleasant softness pressed against his head. If that was not enough, a seductive whisper that sparked his lust caressed his ear like pillow talk.

"Elian. Don’t ignore meeee... I know I still don’t have a body, but soon. Soon I will be able to do all those naughty things with you. So please be patient..."

The Tyrant candidate couldn’t help but shudder. Her breath brushed up against Elian’s skin and felt cold, pleasurable considering the humidity of where they were. But before anything else could happen, they came.

"Bianca."

"I know, twelve small ones to the left and five big ones to the right. Quite a welcome party. And it was just getting good."

Elian smiled wryly, "I will give you a lot of kisses if you do your best."

"Oh? How many?"she asked excitedly.

"A dozen."

"Make it two."

"Bianca..."

"FINE! A dozen kisses, can’t believe you are so stingy. Do you need survivors?"

"Leave at least one. I will take the five big ones," Elian declared as he braced himself for battle.

"I don’t think so. I need to vent. Take the small fry."

"What?"

In a brazen show of force, Bianca aimed her rifle and fired. Directly at the tree line.

"Fralhame Lance Mode K, firing!"

Her rifle erupted and out came armor-piercing silver rounds that flew faster than the speed of sound. Like invisible spears, the Valestrian rounds carved up the ground, buildings, trees, and everything else they came across.

Bianca’s eyes glowed blue as she fired. She adjusted her aim after every shot, showing full well her impressive marksmanship. After firing eight times, her rifle clicked empty.

With smooth, practiced movements, Bianca removed a square magazine from her weapon and replaced it with another.

Seeing her fluid movements, Elian grew impressed.

It hasn’t even been a week, and she can reload the new kinetic rounds from muscle memory. How much has she been practicing?

Bianca didn’t reply, but her cheeks flushed at his comment. She continued firing two more times and stopped, "Four are dead; one is on the verge of dying. I will be right back."

"Okay. Be careful, and good job."

"Mhm..."

With one squad already taken out, Elian turned to see twelve Nagas before him.

Naga were humanoid snakes in essence. They had human upper bodies but had no legs and had reptilian heads. They were carrying spears and tridents and had metal armor over their bodies. They were the size of a fully grown adult human.

"Who are you—sss? Why have you come here—sss?" asked one of them.

Finding it odd for them to even ask, Elian grew confused. But that only lasted for a second. Why he came here was simple. The Ysh-Natul dungeon would be the one that would give him his final Tyrant mark.

"Charade, hunter."

At Elian’s command, his body morphed. From Elian Reed, silver-colored armor wrapped around his body, and chainsaws grew from his back like spokes on a clock. He then grabbed two chainsaw swords from his magic bag and started them up.

The sharp buzzing sound of chainsaws and the internal mechanics of the blades echoed. Perhaps unfamiliar with his weapons, the Naga slithered a few steps back. They raised their spears and tightened their hold on them.

"I came to bring you all under my command."

"Naga surrenders to no one—sss! We follow only the strong—sss!"

At the comment, Elian smiled, "Great, I’m quite strong." And lunged forward.

What followed could not even be considered a battle but was more like an execution.

"Tsk, not even worth a warm-up."

In the time it took to cook instant noodles, Elian ravaged the Naga troop. Despite their resistance and bravery, those who fought all died. By the end of it, only two remained.

They threw down their weapons the moment the battle began. Keeping their heads down, they watched as Elian mercilessly hacked and sawed their former allies to pieces.

"So? What is the story between you two?" the Tyrant asked as he flicked the blood and ichor off his swords.

"You are strong—sss. We obey—sss."

"Yes—sss! We serve—sss!"

Before Elian could reply, a loud crash resounded close by. A huge Naga with decorative armor was sprawled lifelessly like a dead fish. Its body, several times larger than those Elian fought, had entire sections missing from it.

The Naga, who seemed to have scales that were the color of reddish-brown, was covered in blue blood. A quick scan showed that the monster was still alive, but just barely.

Four more loud thuds followed, more Naga, but these all had their heads blown off and were surely dead. The two survivors made a loud hiss at the sight of the corpses. Meanwhile, Bianca softly landed on the ground beside them.

The sharp contrast made her more beautiful; the new silver armor that adorned her body was several times more pleasing to the eye than her old Living Metal gear. Despite defeating such vicious bastards, Bianca didn’t even have a hair out of place.

"I am done; I want my reward,"the witch murmured expectant.

"Now?"

She nodded meekly, like a child asking for sweets.

Elian took a deep breath and opened up his face plate; Bianca cheerfully flew towards him and began to partake in her reward. A dozen kisses earned by the blood of the Naga.

And while the battlefield reeked of violence and death, the two lovers continued to kiss despite it all.