Chapter 89: Mandragora Feeds on Human Fluids (3)
"Are you out of your mind?"
With Levin's shout, the other roommates quickly pulled Delphine away, putting so distance between her and .
"Isn't sen technically bodily fluid too? Blood, sen—both are liquids that co out of the body."
"This guy started with the air, and now he's planning to screw around with the Mandragora?"
"We get that you're into weird shit, but could you at least not contaminate our crops with your fetishes?"
But if what I’m thinking is correct, wouldn’t this thod save from having to bleed or waste too much energy?
Sure, ejaculating consus energy, but it’s obviously better than cutting myself to bleed!
"Isn't it better than injuring myself or getting a nosebleed?"
"Better for who, the Mandragora or you?"
Since the roommates and I couldn’t reach an agreent, I ignored them and turned back to Delphine.
"Do you think it’s possible?"
"Uh… well… There haven’t been any cases like that so far, but…"
"But?"
"Small animals can absorb all the bodily fluids of their prey, so human sen might affect the Mandragora’s growth as well…"
"So it’s not impossible, theoretically?"
Delphine nodded at my question.
"Alright then, let’s do this. I’ll take care of three of them."
"What a waste of Mandragora seeds!"
"You guys can grow them using blood. I’ll take care of mine my way."
In the end, perhaps realizing I wouldn’t back down, Dane, Levin, and Jake reluctantly raised their hands in surrender.
"Fine. Take the two over in that corner."
With 11 seeds in total, splitting them three ways ant soone had to take just two. Since the sen thod wasn’t guaranteed to work, they clearly wanted to stick with the smallest share.
"Don’t co crying later."
"Just a waste of Mandragoras, that’s all."
While the others grumbled, Delphine moved closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"This is such an interesting experint. No matter the outco, it’s going to be fascinating!"
And so began a month-long, full-scale effort to raise Mandragoras.
The "full-scale" part didn’t an we’d die pulling them out; it just ant we were putting our all into it.
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Today, it was Dane’s turn. He stood in front of nine Mandragora sprouts, looking tense.
"What are you staring at?"
"Nothing… just thinking how hard this must be for you."
"Hah. It’s tough enough splitting the work among three people instead of four."
Levin, who treasured his face, made small cuts on his arm to draw blood. Jake, who didn’t rely on swordsmanship, could safely cut his fingertips despite the bandages he wore. But Dane, ever the brute, was just punching his own nose to get a nosebleed.
Whack! Whack!
But his tough body made it hard for his nose to bleed, leaving his face bruised instead. Watching this, I stepped in to help.
"You’re good at getting hit but terrible at hitting yourself."
"Shut up. I don’t have the tools, okay?"
It was funny imagining him needing "equipnt" just to smash his own face. Regardless, I gathered mana into my fist, stomped on the ground hard enough to crack it, and delivered a solid punch to Dane’s nose.
Thud!
"Argh!"
Dane’s nose instantly swelled up, and blood stread down in twin rivulets.
Drip, drip, drip!
As he scattered his nosebleed over the nine Mandragora sprouts, I couldn’t help but click my tongue.
"What a crazy bastard."
"You’re the real nutjob here…"
Seeing Dane cover his bleeding nose and shuffle back to the dormitory, I pulled out Mollang, which I had prepared in advance. Dane’s retreat was a relief since I wasn’t too keen on jerking off in front of other guys.
Grateful for the privacy, I grabbed the still-drowsy Mollang, who had gone limp from the morning’s lethargy, and pressed her to my crotch.
Thwack.
Mollang looked up at with a dissatisfied expression, her eyes narrowing as she glared at my exposed glans. Stroking her head gently with my index finger, I coaxed her into settling down and taking on the form I wanted.
Normally, Mollang would transform into a sealed, cylindrical shape—like an open-ended cup designed to wrap around my shaft. This ti, however, she morphed into an open-topped design that left my glans exposed so I could spray sen directly onto the Mandragoras rather than having Mollang absorb it.
Schlk, schlk, schlk…
Even though Mollang was sulking, refusing to maintain her usual feminine appearance, she still displayed her face, cheeks puffed out in protest. Yet, despite her attitude, she ford internal ridges to maximize stimulation, assisting with my masturbation.
"Hic… Ugh…"
The cold air brushing against the exposed glans felt strangely refreshing.
At the sa ti, the thought of other roommates hearing these noises or, worse, soone from outside stumbling upon this scene made tense up… and weirdly aroused.
I tried my best to suppress the sounds to avoid getting caught, but holding back moans while jerking off wasn’t easy. As Mollang stimulated , my glans, already sensitive, reached the point where it spurted white fluid. By then, my suppressed moans had already filled the training area.
"Huaaah…"
Gulp.
Mollang gently pressed against the tip of my glans while squeezing the base, helping to draw out the last remnants of sen. Holding onto my mber, I aid carefully at the Mandragora leaves and spread the sen evenly.
Initially, my roommates had bet that the Mandragora I was raising would wither and die. However, as ti went by, even though my Mandragoras were slightly smaller, they were thriving without a single damaged leaf.
To the point where, while the roommates were considering bringing in a chicken to bleed out because fresh blood didn’t seem to cut it, my Mandragoras continued growing steadily.
Of course, I suggested feeding their Mandragoras sen as well, but they vehently refused. Hence, the results we were seeing.
'Well, mine may look a bit different, but…'
The Mandragoras I was raising had many small, delicate leaves rather than the large, broad ones typical of Mandragoras. While the roommates mocked them as strange weeds drenched in sen, Delphine confird, based on their composition, that they were indeed Mandragoras, though altered. Thanks to her validation, I could continue my work.
'Harvest is in three days, right?'
Mandragoras shouldn’t be left growing too long, as they could gather malevolent energy, rendering them inedible. The optimal growth period was around a month. Any longer, and the effort would outweigh the benefits. Delphine planned to bring an alchemist for inspection before we uprooted them.
Flick, flick.
After shaking off the remaining sen, I let Mollang handle the cleanup. With a lingering sense of satisfaction, I steadied my trembling body.
'Just wait and see. I’ll prove how well my Mandragoras grew!'
During the remaining three days, my roommates finally decided to pool their money to buy chickens, cutting their necks daily in what looked like so bizarre cult ritual. Oddly enough, their Mandragoras, which had been wilting, began sprouting healthier, greener leaves. Observing this, I started to understand why Mandragoras were symbols of misfortune.
anwhile, my Mandragoras remained mostly unchanged. If anything, their above-ground growth seed to shrink, but since it’s the roots that are consud, I figured it didn’t matter.
And then, the day arrived.
"Alright, it’s ti to compare."
"Compare? What’s there to compare?"
Despite dividing the workload among three people, the roommates were exhausted from their thods of nosebleeds and self-harm to feed the Mandragoras. So were visibly anemic yet excited at the prospect of selling their three Mandragoras for anywhere between 100,000 and 1 million gold. Still, I couldn’t help but think they needed blood transfusions more urgently than gold.
'Not my problem. They’ll handle it themselves.'
To prepare for potential dangers, we ordered everyone else to evacuate the area. We also equipped earplugs and reinforced our hearing with mana to block the sound effectively.
Shuru, perhaps acting on instinctive fear, avoided the area entirely once she learned what was happening. Only Mollang, unaffected by sound, stayed with .
'Co to think of it, I’ve heard Mandragoras are traditionally harvested using old dogs or livestock ant for slaughter. I wonder how they’ll handle this.'
Delphine had assured us she’d bring a buyer, but she was 30 minutes late. While her absence wasn’t catastrophic—we could still sell the Mandragoras at an alchemist’s workshop—it was annoying.
"Sorry, I’m late. Preparing things took longer than expected."
Delphine finally arrived, accompanied by soone familiar—not a human, but a homunculus.
'Unit 3?'
"Greetings. I am Unit 3, representing the Frederic Homunculus Workshop."
"Oho…"
Dane, Levin, and Jake were clearly entranced by Unit 3’s beauty. However, I knew better. Beneath her clothes, her chest was nothing more than a storage chamber for mana organs, and her lower body lacked even the semblance of reproductive anatomy. Knowing that, I wasn’t swayed like the others.
"Lady Delphine inford us of a promising Mandragora harvest, so my mother sent here to inspect them."
Lady Delphine? So Delphine and Unit 3 were sisters-in-discipline, trained by the sa master? If that’s true, then Unit 3’s mother and ntor must be Frederica.
'Delphine is Frederica’s disciple?'
It made sense. Frederica, being one of the foundational figures in alchemy, could easily have trained Delphine. Still, discovering this connection in such a way surprised .
"Not at all. A beautiful lady like you is always welco, even if a bit late. Haha!"
Dane, pretending to be magnanimous, only managed to reveal his pettiness by pointing out her tardiness.
"I didn’t expect the collection site to be at a knight training camp, so it took ti to prepare the necessary docuntation."
Fair enough. Entering a military base involved a lot of red tape. It made wonder how door-to-door peddlers, who seed to enter freely, managed it.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes. You can start whenever you're ready."
"Please ensure proper soundproofing asures are in place. If you’re unable to manage, I’ll assist."
Everyone equipped earplugs and reinforced their ears with mana. Delphine, for extra security, inserted special rubber-like plugs into her long ears and folded them down for double protection.
Unit 3 walked confidently toward the Mandragoras. After confirming everyone had their ears secured and their mana shields active, she grasped one Mandragora’s leaves and began to pull.
'Is she immune to the sound?'
Screeeech!
The piercing scream resonated not just in our ears but deep into our souls, carrying a curse that sent chills through our very beings. We instinctively clutched at our ears, even though they were already protected.
Thud, thud, thud!
Birds resting on nearby branches fell lifelessly to the ground, and insects crawling on the soil flipped onto their backs, dying instantly.
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