Making use of my newly gained mobility, I waste no time and dive into the same opening as Cornelia did. Surprisingly, the underwater tunnel isn't completely dark. It seems like there's more to them than I would have thought. I'm sure it's partially thanks to the skill we both have borrowed from Meru. My eyes can see quite far and without any issues.
Besides that aspect, the other reason for it is certainly related to the irregularly spaced glowing crystals. The small, fist-sized orbs embedded in the passage's walls illuminate its interiors just a little bit. A slight rainbow fills the tunnel as I swim through it at a decently fast pace, creating a mystical atmosphere. Too bad only someone able to remain underwater for longer periods of time can experience this wonder.
But, I don't have enough leeway to daydream. We are in a race, with the fate of my butt at stake. If I don't hurry up, I'll have to wear quite an unusual accessory for a day or two. I'm sure Cornelia would love to see it, though. That cursed closet pervert.
Thankfully, with the deep bond between us, I can sense her presence with extreme detail, which allows me to pursue her without getting lost. I pass a few underwater intersections and soon catch the sight of a very appealing naked woman exercising her entire body to propel herself forward. She's caught up on it quite fast.
Pushing myself even further, I arrive by her side and land a juicy slap on Cornelia's butt. She yelps in surprise and her head snaps to mine as she continues rushing ahead. We smirk at each other and try to gain some advantage but remain more or less shoulder-to-shoulder. It's certainly a beautiful view by my side, to be honest.
We both notice the tunnel widening at the same time. With neither of us aiming to lose to the other one, we look ahead and put our all into reaching the end of this race track in the first place. There are a few stone obstacles and protrusions on our path, constantly forcing us to move around and pass by each other, depending on luck.
Finally, the water brightens with a familiar, warm light, and we lock gazes once more, perfectly aware that we are on the last straight. Cornelia flaps her legs strongly to rush forward but I catch her ankle before she gets away. With a surprised gasp, she watches how I shove her to the back while pushing myself ahead. Some unintelligible curses reach my ears as she tries her best to stop spinning uncontrollably, making me chuckle.
Swimming into the open space as the first person, I retain the accumulated speed and break through the water's surface with a loud splash. Quickly locating the nearby ledge while mid-air, I land on it with a little stumble, making sure that I don't slip and fall back down.
Another splash soon echoes through the chamber as Cornelia attempts to mimic me but starts to panic after sending herself a bit too high into the air. I hastily turn around and catch the falling beauty into my arms. With an adorable oomph, she drops into my princess carry. Our eyes meet and we laugh together as I help her stand.
"Damn it. I almost had it." Cornelia clicks her tongue, still resting on my chest. "This entire thing was unfair from the beginning. You have much greater manoeuvrability thanks to your additional rudder."
I chuckle lightly as she gives my hard member a few pokes. "I bet it must be tough trying to swim fast with those two, perky buoys."
She giggles too as I gently squeeze her magnificent breasts. "Being a woman is such a huge disadvantage."
After sharing one more laugh, we glance around.
"So, we ended up back here after all of this," Cornelia mutters.
"Those tunnels were quite twisty and convoluted so it's not that big of a surprise," I reply, nodding my head.
We are now standing on the very same ledge we've started from. The paths we took led us in a circle and brought us back to the starting point, spewing us out of a different hole than the one we dove into. I now wonder if all the passages return here or if there maybe is some secret chamber at the end of one of them.
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasyAlastair Carter is a 27-year-old marketing and management teacher like many others around the world. Well... maybe besides the fact that he teaches some of that world's prodigies, but it's just a small detail. Even though he loves fantasy novels, he...