Endless Debauchery [Volume 1] - Please Rate This Article

Chapter 1
[Mission World ID 07, Loaded]
[Special Information - 1 New Member Added to the Party]
[Mission Information Loading -]
[Mission 1: Maintain consciousness and survival for 15 days. Difficulty Level D, Reward: 2000 Lust Points, Failure results in Lost status]
[Mission 2: Ensure 1 new member joining the party remains conscious and alive for 15 days. Difficulty Level E, Reward: 1000 Lust Points, No Penalty for Failure]
A series of familiar messages flashed through my mind, followed by an uncontrollable surge of lust.
My vision was obscured, completely dark. My wrists, ankles, neck, and waist were fixed to a vertical plane, the fixation feeling likely being a leather strap, the plane itself feeling like metal.
The source of her desire was a tube deeply inserted into her vagina, driving all the way to her uterus, occasionally leaking a little mysterious fluid, and a similar tube inserted into her throat—sorry, since her last mission, Butterfly Dance's mouth had become an orifice that produced pleasure from the insertion of foreign objects.
Although these two tubes and their secretions caused Butterfly Dance's body to experience uncontrollable pleasure, with strands of vaginal fluid flowing from the gap between the tubes and her labia and down her thighs... this didn't seem to be the culprit's intention. At least from Butterfly Dance's point of view, if someone wanted to use placement play to toy with her, her large breasts, pert buttocks, and the hole in the middle couldn't be idle... Of course, they were also craving something to play with, but that was because she was too sensitive.
So it wasn't the other party's fault? This conclusion really disgusted her... But whatever, she still needed to leave this place.
After all, the main mission 1 requires maintaining sanity and survival. Conversely, if she remained inactive—she would definitely die, or rather, lose her mind?
It didn't matter; she didn't have the willpower to endure the training indefinitely anyway. Now, she should break free and run away with the newbies, no matter what. Tch… If Il and Rena hadn't gone missing during the last mission, she wouldn't be in this predicament where she had to break free herself. They were both masters of escape techniques.
But then, she wouldn't be doing D-rank missions…
These meaningless thoughts flashed through Butterfly's mind. Then, she silently concentrated, using her usual method of breaking free from bondage.
Corrosion, corrosion, corrosion…
After three seconds of silent contemplation, drops of acid began to seep from her wrists and ankles, quickly corroding the straps binding them to a point where they could be easily broken—ordinary material, hmm…
What followed was much simpler—using her suddenly extended, sharp nails to slice open the belt around her neck and waist, then ripped off the overly simple blindfold.
And then... well... it was still quite dark. It looked like a confined space.
So how was she breathing?
Butterfly Dance touched her mouth and nose, discovering that this thing not only performed oral sex on her but also functioned as an oxygen tank. Oh, truly versatile.
Then there were these two tubes... tsk, they really just inserted them like that with rubber tubes? So unromantic...
This confined space didn't give her any room to squat... in fact, there wasn't even enough room to bend her knees, so she could only press her face against the cold metal in front of her... her left hand was also on it, her buttocks pressed against the metal plate behind her, and her right hand gripped the rubber tube between her legs and began to exert force.
"Ugh~~ Ugh ugh ugh ugh~~!"
Then came the aforementioned seductive moan—indistinct, because the object in her mouth hadn't been removed yet.
There was no way around it; the thing was inserted too deeply. The mere friction against her cervix gave her a slight orgasm, and the subsequent rapid scraping against the vaginal walls was far too intense. Add to that the friction of her breasts and buttocks against the metal plates around her as her body trembled… The tube was pulled out, and her vaginal fluids sprayed all over her inner thighs.
Okay, acceptable… Hmm? There seemed to be laughter outside. Looks like she screamed pretty loudly… No, she should realize now that there were guards outside…
Because in the world of D-rank missions, normal women wouldn't leak strong acid from their wrists and ankles without harming themselves, so Butterfly Dance was certain that the one or more idiots outside hadn't realized she was about to break free.
So, enduring the lingering pleasure of her orgasm, she struggled to remove her mask while releasing another small stream of vaginal fluid, then gently tested the metal coffin's joints to see if they were secure enough—and the conclusion was no.
Thank goodness…! If she stayed locked up any longer, she'd be completely dehydrated...
Butterfly Dance mourned for her lost moisture for a second, then, in the cramped space, she managed to get into a shoulder-ramming position, squinting her eyes.
Thump! Thump! Thump!!!
After the third impact, the half-metal coffin flew off, and before Butterfly Dance could even adjust to the light, she flipped forward, maintaining her crouching position as she squinted, searching for figures nearby.
She had struck first, so she was well-prepared, but none of her preparations came in handy—the outside environment was still dim, allowing her to easily see a strong man frantically rising from the seats at the end of the two rows of coffins, pointing what appeared to be a shotgun at the coffin she had just broken open.
Oh, a shotgun... What a pity, I was going to spare your life to get information.
As this thought flashed through her mind, Butterfly Dance's naked, agile figure suddenly sprang up, charging towards the man with the gun in a prone position, and reaching his side a split second before he pointed the gun at her.
A knee strike to the groin, left hand gripping the gun barrel, right hand's sharp nails plunging into his trigger-pulling hand, left hand disarming him, slicing across his throat the instant he screamed.
Perfect... if only there hadn't been blood splattered on his breasts.
Butterfly Dance licked her lower lip regretfully, then looked back at the two rows of eight coffins.
The steel floor beneath her feet trembled slightly; was she on a vehicle... a railway, or a container truck? It was unlikely to be a ship... but if it was, it was terrible.
She bent down and quickly searched the fresh corpse, picking up his shotgun, ammunition, and a remote key with an obvious purpose.
So, where is my lovely newbie?

Chapter Two
Her vision was completely dark, her whole body bound tightly.
But worse than that was the feeling of foreign objects being mercilessly inserted into her throat and genitals... especially her genitals, which indicated the worst possible outcome.
He, Zhang Ling, had now become her, and had been deflowered by a tube.
Hmm... if this was a transmigration, perhaps her virginity was given to some unknown scoundrel? "I don't want to think about that for now... Anyway, my situation is terrible, terribly terrible."
Butterfly Dance heard those "system notifications"—no, she heard a small part of them, the part for newbies. But it didn't help her in her current predicament; it only reminded her that this was an infinite flow, not a corruption flow scenario.
Uh... an infinite corruption flow?
Anyway, if no one comes to save her, she's definitely doomed...
This desperate thought, and her futile, slight struggle, were stopped by the sudden sound of a metal plate being lifted.
"Ugh...Help me...Hurry!"
Zhang Ling didn't even bother to figure out who was in front of her before she started whimpering and pleading for help.
"Shh—shut up, especially after I take it off." A languid and seductive female
voice sounded in her ear. First , her blindfold was removed, then the belt around her
neck and waist, and then...
"Ugh...ugh ... "This erotic mark, hmm... confirmed, it's [of the same kind]. Welcome, newcomer~ A newcomer who had her virginity taken by a tube, you're really lucky." The cold fingers tapped her lower abdomen a few more times, causing Zhang Ling to whimper in protest, while the soft flesh inside her vagina twitched a few times, squeezing out a few drops of vaginal fluid. "Alright, don't move, don't scream..." After all the restraints on her body were removed one by one, Zhang Ling almost immediately knelt on the ground, clutching her swollen throat and gasping for breath, not even caring how polluted the air was. Hmm... in fact, it was quite polluted. Before Butterfly Dance released her, she had already released six beautiful women, and each woman experienced a reluctant but pleasurable orgasm when the tube below was removed, and then there was a fresh corpse lying in the corner, so the air was naturally not very pleasant. "Thank you...thank you..." Zhang Ling felt a little better and wanted to thank the woman who had rescued her, but the rough insertion of the tube into her throat made it impossible for her to speak properly. "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's normal to be embarrassed when you're new." The charming and wild beauty in front of her waved casually, and that smile alone made Zhang Ling's heart flutter... Then she realized that she was already a woman, and a woman whose virginity had been taken by a tube, a genuine woman. This is terrible... She might have had some fantasies about this woman, but now she can only let others have fantasies about her... For Zhang Ling, now a woman, to forget her gender for a moment, Die Wu's beauty was undoubtedly genuine. She possessed a beauty of mixed Eurasian descent, with a wheat-colored complexion and long, flowing black hair that was clumped together with sweat. But what truly drew attention even earlier were her Ectopic breasts, peach-shaped buttocks, and a smooth, hairless abdomen—covered by a tattoo resembling a bat with outstretched wings that adorned nearly half of her lower abdomen. Her beautiful appearance and athletic physique were undeniably alluring, easily arousing desire in the opposite sex, especially now, while she was naked. However, the current situation was that the only man among her guards had been instantly killed, and Zhang Ling was now a newly deflowered girl, sadly finding herself unmoved by such a stunning beauty, instead feeling a lingering attachment to the tube she had just been holding onto. "Can you stand up by yourself, little lamb?" The naked, agile beauty walked barefoot to her side, her tone both concerned and teasing. “Okay… I can…” Zhang Ling tried her best to stand up, her legs trembling as she strained to stay upright. This woman's body might be beautiful and cute, but her physical abilities were only average, and after being bound for so long, she had temporarily lost even the ability to walk freely. “Hey, not bad, can you walk?” “I… I'm sorry, I can’t.” Zhang Ling tried to take a small step, but the feedback from her lower body made her wisely give up struggling. “Then lean on me, Your Highness.” Butterfly Dance generously let her lean on her, leading the newcomer a few steps forward, ignoring the surprised looks from the other women—she was going to run away anyway, and they were going to die anyway, no need to waste energy on someone about to die. “Time to go~” Butterfly Dance began with this flippant tone, then, two or three steps away, aimed her shotgun at what should have been the container door or the latch of the cargo door. Bang! Click! Bang! The princess and other women beside her screamed in panic—from the loud gunshot and the sudden stop. Whenever a companion's gunshot rang out from inside the vehicle, the driver in the cockpit would always slam on the brakes; there were no windows to look back, so stopping was inevitable. This seemed to be a highway, beautiful. Hopefully, not some desolate wilderness. The two consecutive shots must have broken the bolts—or something else—for both cargo doors swung open, revealing the cityscape Butterfly Dance had hoped to see. "Let's go!" She gripped the shotgun with her right hand, her left arm around the princess's slender waist, and with a couple of quick steps, leaped out of the car. Barefoot on the asphalt, she changed direction, turning into the nearest alley in just over two seconds. "Quick, run!" "Help her!" "Mommy, waaaaaah..." Seeing the agile, mysterious woman lead one of them (the one Butterfly Dance needed) away, the other women quickly helped each other carefully jump out of the truck—they were just ordinary women, unable to jump out before the truck had even stopped like Butterfly Dance. But this slow movement obviously wouldn't get them away: as soon as the truck stopped, two burly men in bulletproof vests kicked open the doors on either side and jumped out, cursing and firing intimidating shots with their shotguns, then rushing forward to smash down each crying, fleeing woman with the butts of their guns. "Damn it, we've messed everything up!" "What happened...!" With the two men barely understanding the situation, it was the perfect opportunity for Butterfly Dance to make her move. She gestured for silence to the princess, then raised the shotgun slung around her neck with a strap, took two steps out while still crouching, leaned out to confirm the number and location of the enemies, and aimed—as if walking barefoot on the rough asphalt had no effect on her actions. Bang! The first shot hit the short, fat man in the back, causing him to scream and fall to the ground—face-first. The other, tall, fat man, who had just managed to aim his gun at Butterfly Dance, was blown off his skull by her second, heavy bullet, splattering white and red blood all over the woman at his feet, turning her desperate scream into a terrified scream. Well… both were quite jarring. “Okay, we should retreat… Oh my god!” Just as Butterfly Dance was about to put away her gun and leave, a bullet struck the ground a meter to her side, startling her into retreating around the corner. This shot came from the man she had shot in the back. At close range, the bulletproof vest offered limited protection, but it was enough to save his life. However, he couldn't use that life any longer, because Butterfly Dance carefully leaned out and fired three shots in quick succession. Two of the shots hit his fallen body, and one of them ripped open his neck.

"Phew..."
Butterfly Dance let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly turned around, picked up the princess, pressed the shotgun against her, ignored her weak protests, and started running away with her in her arms.
Perhaps she should get some more ammunition from those two... However, the approaching sirens made it impossible for her to remain so composed.

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