Chapter 202

A brief bit of exploration revealed the loot room. Unsurprisingly, it took some under-lava swimming to find the crevice leading into the small cavern. They had plenty of lava resistance potions to go around, and also a hefty supply of ingredients to make more, so they were at no risk of running out.

The chest was fancier than many Zoey had seen. Maybe that was because they were working into higher advancements. Third was already considered impressive, above the ‘average’ wayfarer’s rank.

It sat on the far edge of the room, resting against the edge of a shallow moat of lava. Tendrils of smoke rose lazily from its surface, giving the air a sulfurous tang, stronger even than the previous rooms. The container itself was a large, ornately carved stone sarcophagus, eight feet long and four wide. Diagrams adorned its sides, images of the many monsters they’d fought to reach this point. The lid held a mural of the boss monster, his looming figure made all the more intimidating by the intricate craftsmanship.

Without ceremony, Rosalie gripped the heavy stone top and pushed it sideways, cracking open the box and revealing a familiar black portal. She reached in, groping around for their first reward.

Out came a small white container about the size of Rosalie’s hand. Zoey’s initial impression was a jewelry box. Which inspired some excitement, considering all the fun ‘jewelry’ they had earned in prior adventures.

But it didn’t seem to be that. Rosalie cracked open the white container to reveal four silver objects nestled within the soft fabric. The team crowded around, each of them trying to get a look. Zoey’s brow furrowed, not able to identify what the items were right away. At least, not using her eyes. So she relied, of course, on the supernatural method.

The description popped into her head.

Zipper: A zipper.

Zoey blinked.

“That’s helpful,” Delta said dryly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an item description so vague,” Maddy said. She gently took one of the four silver zippers from the box and held it up to look at it more closely. Zoey did the same, as did Delta and Rosalie. Four, so one for each of them. But there wasn’t much to say. They were just ... small silver zippers. With no official item description to give them an explanation, Zoey had no idea what they were supposed to be used for.

“Oh,” Delta said suddenly. “Ha. I bet I get it.”

“You do?” Zoey asked.

“Maybe.”

Reaching forward, Delta placed the zipper she had taken onto the neckline of Rosalie’s bodysuit.

Zoey understood Delta’s theory just as the foxgirl put it to the test.

With a yank, she jerked the silver zipper downward. The zipper magically spread Rosalie’s bodysuit open, splitting the suit down the middle. Her breasts spilled free, no longer crammed in by the magical suit, jiggling as they were suddenly exposed. Zoey’s heart jumped, the suddenness of the reveal making the sight that much lewder.

“H-Hey,” Rosalie protested in shock, eyes shooting open. Her hands flew up to cover her bare chest. “What do you think you’re doing?!” she demanded of the foxgirl.

Delta laughed delightedly, either at Rosalie’s reaction or that her theory had turned out correct. “What does it look like? Setting those prisoners free.” She batted Rosalie’s hands away and cupped Rosalie’s freed breasts, giving them an appreciative squeeze, then bouncing them up and down. She shot a grin at Zoey, as much putting on a show as she was enjoying herself. “I’ve missed these puppies. They needed to breathe. I could hear them complaining.”

“Do you mind?” Rosalie protested, fleeing from Delta’s excited hands.

Delta, unsurprisingly, wasn’t deterred. She stepped forward, hand darting out again, to, in another smooth motion, finish yanking the zipper all the way down to Rosalie’s crotch. The suit split wide, exposing Rosalie’s toned stomach and her pussy—completing Delta’s mission of baring the girl.

Rosalie danced away, getting a safe distance from her assailant, covering herself with both hands. “Delta! Seriously!”

“What? It’s a neat item,” Delta laughed. “I’m just testing it out.”

Rosalie huffed loudly, eying the foxgirl as she kept her distance. With a struggle, she pulled on the zipper, trying to seal herself back inside the skintight material. It took some effort—and provided quite the show—as she tugged and wriggled, her curves bouncing as she crammed herself into the unforgiving, restrictive embrace of the latex bodysuit. The zipper strained to travel upward, but eventually, with some force, she managed.

Reaching the top of her neckline, her bodysuit once again in proper order, Rosalie pulled the zipper away, magically separating from the material entirely, leaving it as seamless and smooth as it had begun.

Delta wore a shit-eating grin, tail swishing side to side excitedly.

“Couldn’t you have tested that on yourself?” Rosalie huffed, eying her.

“Yeah, but that was way more fun.” Delta snorted. “Besides, it’s not like we can’t already see everything, princess. I mean, seriously.” She cupped her own breasts and bounced them. “These suits don’t hide anything. Having them on is almost lewder than not.”