Chapter 301

When the two of them came down from their high, they were left with, like usual, the sticky aftermath. Vanetta looked blankly at her two hands, then at her leather armor, and blanched.

“You—you drenched me in it!”

Natalie elbowed up and cleared her throat. “You were the one aiming. But, uh, sorry?” she offered diplomatically.

A gooey drop of white stuff dripped from the underside of Vanetta’s chin—which had come from one of the more dramatic stray shots. Vanetta reflexively wiped at it, only to cover herself in more of Natalie’s cum, since her hands had gotten well and thoroughly lubricated themselves.

“Is this normal?” Vanetta huffed. “There’s so much.”

Natalie gave a lopsided grin. “Maybe you just did a really good job.”

Hearing the teasing tone of Natalie’s voice, Vanetta froze. “S-Shut up.” She looked down at her hands, then at her cum-drenched armor. “No, but really, it’s everywhere. That can’t be normal.”

“I might have better output than most,” she coughed. Another curse—or blessing?—of her class. “I, uh, have something to help clean it off, if you want.”

Natalie slid the pink transparent pocket pussy off her mostly-softened cock with a shudder. The trial didn’t seem to have made it disappear, and the two pillars that had contained the toys had vanished into the ground. She looked around, briefly confused.

“What are we supposed to do with this, anyway?” she asked, waggling the toy.

Vanetta also looked around, her brow furrowing. “Guess it’s ours now? Maybe it’ll disappear when we leave.”

Natalie tried inspecting the item, but it wasn’t a supernatural piece of dungeon loot, just a mundane item, so no chunk of information inserted into her head. She paused for a moment, then dragged over her belt of pouches and scooped out an empty monster core. The pocket pussy—still sticky with lube and other fluids—disappeared. She’d deal with that later, she guessed.

“Of course you’re keeping it,” Vanetta muttered.

Natalie arched an eyebrow. “It’s loot from one of the strangest dungeon floors anyone’s ever heard of. Of course I’m keeping it.”

“And for no other reason, I’m sure.”

“Well, it’ll be a memento to remember you by, too.”

That, like usual, brought Vanetta’s ribbing to an abrupt stop, her blush returning. It was way too easy to tease this girl.

Natalie pulled out the promised solution: the vial of cleaning fluid. “This stuff is amazing,” she said, removing the stopper with a pop. “Cleans up anything, dries fast, and works on more than just skin. Good for clothes and hair. Removes any products if you had them, though, like makeup and whatnot. Useful in a pinch though.”

Vanetta eyed the vial. “Sounds useful.”

“Self-regenerates too, as long as you don’t use the whole supply.”

“Really?”

Natalie nodded. “It’s one of my favorite pieces of loot.” Not the star of the show like [Valentine] or, say, Ana’s very interesting ... crystal ball ... but undoubtedly an unsung hero. “Here, go ahead. Assuming you don’t wanna walk around smelling like—you know what, all day.”

Embarrassed, Vanetta wiped her fingers on her chest to clean them and took the vial. She peered inside before pouring some liquid onto the palm of her free hand. Stoppering the vial and setting it aside, she worked the liquid around—then blinked and marveled at how the sticky stuff covering her skin just disappeared. It left the affected parts glossy for a bit, but dried much faster than a thick lube-like material should’ve.

Intrigued, she worked some of it into her dark leather armor, and the material dampened as it absorbed in. It dried even faster than when applied to her skin, and her armor was left unstained afterward. She sniffed it and found nothing to object about. Nice and clean.