Vines
Mala was seized alongside everyone else, but just as he was dragged into the darkness of the chasm, the vines wrapped around his body stopped and instead brought him back up, dropping him upon the top of the stone pillar, where dirt and grass were to be found.
The great tree–Which utterly dwarfed any other Mala had ever seen in his entire life–Cast a soft glow down all around its body…
The former bandit hesitatingly stood up and dusted himself, nervously reaching for the sword at his waist while looking around.
He didn’t know he alone was brought here, but it didn’t bode too well.
“H-Hello? Is… Is anyone here?”
“I’m right here”
“Holy shit!”
Mala jumped so far back that he nearly fell off the side of the platform. He would have definitely fallen if not for the vines holding him back… Alongside the answer, the owner of the voice had just popped out of nowhere right next to him, which naturally freaked him out a fair bit.
The vines brought him away from the edge and closer to the one who was most certainly responsible for the current situation. Earlier, the voice had been… Oddly easy to forget... But now that he could see the person in full, he could see that it was a woman dressed in a way unlike what he was used to.
Her old, green robes were more akin to what he had heard mages from other countries often wore. Or perhaps it was something relating to the holy… He wasn’t familiar with such things in the least.
Also, there were bigger fish to catch. Most notably, this woman had vibrant, glowing green eyes. Her veins pulsated with a green shine, as well... As she smiled at him, he saw that her teeth were orange. Mala didn’t know what he was looking at, but it was actually hardened resin.
“Mala, is it? Pleasure to meet you, I am Yen'mila. A silly rogue cultivator lady who really should have read the fine print before throwing herself headfirst into cultivating this damned technique. If I had known, I would have picked a better spot than this. A cave is quite gloomy, wouldn’t ya agree?”
“Huh… Yes…?”
“Don’t look so confused. Look at me with admiration instead! I, Yen'mila, have successfully cultivated Call Of The Woods to perfect mastery! Well, I am going to cultivate it to perfect mastery, but it's just a matter of a little bit of nourishment at this point, so it’s basically already done”
“Anyway! I am basically half-dryad now. My bones are wood, my organs are a whole lot greener than they used to be, my teeth are made of resin–Looks good, doesn’t it?–And I bleed sap… I was hoping for some stylish vine-like hair, but I guess I am stuck with my normal brown hair”
Yen'mila was about five centimeters taller than Mala, placing her at a height of one meter and seventy-five centimeters. Her hair was about shoulder-length, cut in a rather crude, but somehow nice-looking manner. Her robes were worn-out, her feet were bare, and in general, she had a bit of a wild appearance to her. Especially her eyes... They darted around constantly and stared with enough intensity to drill a hole through a wall.
Overall, her build was lean, with her protuberances being small and subtle.
The rogue cultivator licked her teeth, displaying a green tongue that held a faint glow.
“Mmh… What… What am I doing here? Everyone else went down except me, so…”
Mala didn’t know what to say. This woman was definitely the enemy of the situation, but she was quite hard to read.
‘Maybe… If she only needs a bit of nourishment to complete her cultivation… Then, if she isn’t an evil cultivator, maybe she’ll let the survivors go? Maybe she only wants to kill the bandits…’
“Oh, I kept you here because you’re cute”
“Ah… What about my par–I mean… The fellow I was with?”
“What about him?”
“Well, he isn’t a bandit…”
“Oh~ How nice of you to assume that I am a good person who spares non-criminals! Well, sorry to tarnish the vision of me you have, but I would take anyone’s blood right now. He seems pretty strong. I am sure he’ll survive just fine. There are more than enough walking pieces of food for me to finish up my cultivation”
Mala swallowed his saliva.
“So… You’ll let the survivors go?”
“Sure, why not? Well, definitely not the bandits. They can go drown in their own blood. I hate bandits! I know you were one as well, but since you’re so cute, I’m willing to forget about it…”
“...In any case”
With a flick of her wrist, she manifested several vines that restricted Mala’s movement, pinning the twink to the ground.
“I thought-”
“Don’t worry, I am not going to harm you, pretty boy~ Since you are here, why don’t you do your share of the work and give me another sort of nourishment? What do ya think?”
Plants bearing sharp ends sprouted out of the ground, slicing the former bandit’s clothes into pieces as other plants pulled the slashed fabric and items away. Yen'mila placed herself over Mala, one foot on each side of his hips. She took off her robes, throwing them away as it was revealing that this was the only article of clothing she had been wearing this whole time.
“Heheheh~ You’re bigger down there than I imagined… Let’s get it to stand up, shall we?”
Using her right foot, she lightly pressed down on the limp rod, rubbing it only for a few moments before it naturally hardened to its full might.
“Ah… Not much of a grower, are we? That’s fine”
She wrapped the tool between her big toe and second toe, stroking it as a vine went and wrapped around Mala’s face, silencing him as this happened.
Yen'mila rubbed her rosy entrance, making it grow moist as she looked down at the twink.
Her bare body was showing in full, revealing a lean, slightly muscular build. It was nothing too impressive, but the outline of abs could be made out... They weren’t fully carved out, though. In short, her body was definitely athletic, but not to an impressive degree.
“Mmh~ That’s it, be a good boy for me”
She lowered herself upon his erect pole.
“Aah… Finally! It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this”
The rogue cultivator was quick to begin to bounce up and down, her toned backside making contact with the former bandit’s hips. She exhaled sharply, softly groaning until…
“Huh? This is… This is quite disappointing, Mala…”