An Aura Farmer's Guide to Another World-Chapter 29: Orcs can get hard if they want to

[Ding... You have been summoned by she who shall not be named.]

[Do you accept?]

YES ▣☚

NO ☐

"Pop!"

I heard a weird sound, and the next thing I knew, everything turned dark.

It appeared I was lying on solid ground, but I couldn’t feel my weight; it was like I was in zero-point gravity.

Hands ran up from my abs to my neck, they felt cold like a corpse.

"Open your eyes, Shadow of Divinity."

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sudden brightness. I blinked a few times, narrowing my eyes to get a better look. The light seemed to pulse from everywhere and nowhere at once, making it hard to focus.

As my vision cleared, I saw her.

She knelt beside me, her pale hands resting lightly on my neck. A white t-shirt clung to her form, translucent enough to reveal her boobs underneath. Over her head, she wore a white, cartoonish ghost-shaped hood with a smiling, somewhat mischievous face design.

The faint blue glow from somewhere to my right outlined her curves. But it was the hood that caught my attention: a cartoonish ghost smiling down at me with an unsettlingly cheerful expression, covering her face and only allowing me to see her lips.

"You’re awake?" she asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

I sat down, my legs spread on the white floor, and glanced over my shoulder to the left and right. All that greeted me was an expanse of white light.

The odd stillness in the room dulled my sense of direction. I couldn’t tell left from right, and the zero gravity made it impossible to discern up from down. The only clue I had was the white surface I was sitting on.

"As the vessel of the Demon God, you are the rightful heir to the throne, the reincarnation of the Demon King."

The lady stood up from her kneeling position, the translucent shirt she was wearing revealed glimpses of her nipples and pussy.

As if to emphasize her point, she repositioned and sat behind my back. I felt her lean in, her chest pressing firmly against my back, a strange cold aura radiated through the thin fabric of her shirt and seeped into me.

Her arms snaked around me, her hands touching my chest. "At this very moment, in the physical world, you are about to die."

She breathed into my ear, "But I can’t allow you to die, and I won’t save you for free."

I placed my hands on hers, halting them as they approached my abs. "What is the price?" I asked.

I had no idea who the lady was, she was wearing a white, cartoonish ghost-shaped hood, preventing me from seeing her face. Ironically, the white oversized shirt she wore revealed all her curves, including the lips of her pussy.

It seems like my interaction with the Orcs had triggered an unknown flag in the game, the details of which were absent from the memory fragment I received.

"I would place a curse on you, it will force you to acknowledge your role as the rightful heir of the demon king, and you will be compelled to reveal that information to the demons. The proof of your words is your mark of divinity, your ocean eyes."

Turning over my shoulder, I glance at the lady. "Fine, let’s say I accept your curse. How do you intend to save me from getting squashed by the massive wooden club?"

The lady smiled and pressed her boobs harder against my chest, while her fingers continued their deliberate descent, tracing and examining the contours of my abdominal muscles.

"It’s quite simple. The reason I was able to summon you lies in the very foundation of the throne room; it was constructed upon an altar, an altar equipped with a self-destruction mechanism. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"I will bestow upon you the authority to control it. Once that is done, all you must do is bluff your way into convincing the Orcs that your striking blue eyes are a divine mark, unmistakable proof that you are the reincarnation of the Demon King.

"Should they refuse to believe you, just snap your fingers. That simple gesture will trigger the auto-destruction mechanism, unleashing a stored gravity wave that will reduce the entire castle to dust.

"Mark my words: the moment the high-ranking officials of the Demon Empire witness your Ocean eyes, they will find every excuse imaginable to halt your execution."

"Interesting."

My mind was still reeling from her insane proposition, but then her hands, still wrapped around my chest, began to subtly shift lower. A cold alarm shot through me as I realized where her fingers were heading.

I pushed her hands away when I noticed they were attempting to invade my nether region. Her behavior was beyond questionable; it was bafflingly inappropriate for a being I was supposedly meant to consider ancient or mysterious.

"I’ll accept your offer, but you’ll have to answer one question for me."

The lady tilted her head. "What?"

"So, what’s your cup size?" I asked.

The lady leaned in, her smile deepening. "Some things are better experienced than explained. she stood and positioned herself before me.

She raised her hands, clasping them behind her head with a deliberate grace that stretched her white t-shirt across her form. I leaned in, my attention fixated, anticipating whatever she was about to do next. But barely a second into her beginning to pull the shirt up, a dizzying jolt seized me.

In an instant, the blinding white room vanished, and I found myself no longer weightless but firmly seated on a massive throne.

The last image burned into my mind was the lady’s gentle smile. Her lips were moving, a silent message hanging in the air: ’Maybe next time,’ she said.

The two Orcs were across from me, thankfully at a considerable distance.

It was Grak’s expression that immediately drew my attention: pure bewilderment as her wooden club swung through the empty air where I’d been moments ago. She lowered her weapon slowly, her gaze hardening. "I didn’t know you moved that fast," she snarled, glaring directly at me.