Frieren And Fern In The Lewd Dungeon Here

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

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 Frieren and Fern in the Lewd Dungeon

In the center of the room sat the grimoire. Frieren picked it up, dusted off her translucent sleeves, and handed it to Fern. "See? It was worth it. Now we never have to worry about juice stains again." Fern spent most of the time firing In

They finally reached the boss room, which was occupied by a giant, sentient Mimic that didn't bite—it licked. Frieren, having a natural weakness for Mimics, was immediately caught. Fern watched in horror as her mentor was hoisted into the air, the Mimic’s massive tongue leaving a trail of shimmering slime across Frieren’s bare legs. It was worth it