Frieren And Fern In The — Lewd Dungeon

As they descended, the traps weren't lethal, but they were certainly "lewd" by design. They encountered "Tickle Slimes" that targeted sensitive joints and "Binding Vines" that seemed more interested in lifting Fern’s skirt than tripping her. Fern spent most of the time firing

"Fern... help," Frieren said, her voice sounding suspiciously relaxed. "This feels... strangely like a massage."

"Focus, Fern," Frieren said calmly, ducking under a spray of "Blushing Mist" that caused anyone who inhaled it to feel an intense, overwhelming urge to be hugged. Frieren and Fern in the Lewd Dungeon

Frieren, however, looked down at her now-visible stockings and tunic with a blank expression. "It’s just a mana-reactive field, Fern. It’s quite efficient. Besides, the grimoire is at the bottom of the tenth floor."

Fern looked at the book, then at the long, embarrassing trek back up to the surface. "I’m going to make Stark pay for this," she muttered. "Why Stark?" Frieren asked. "Because he's a pervert," Fern replied automatically. Stark’s reaction when they return, or should they discover a hidden room in the dungeon? As they descended, the traps weren't lethal, but

"Mistress Frieren! Stop enjoying it!" Fern unleashed a barrage of mana, obliterating the Mimic in a shower of golden sparks.

with frantic precision, her breath hitching every time a stray vine brushed her thigh. help," Frieren said, her voice sounding suspiciously relaxed

"Mistress Frieren, this is unacceptable," Fern whispered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she clutched her staff to her chest.