Plugged In: I got Isekai'd into a Sexbot (Now I Must Save The World)-Chapter 80: Forest Frolics and Naked Negotiations

"This is officially the stupidest forest I’ve ever walked through," Vuvi grumbles, stomping over a mossy root that dares block her path. "Three hours, not a single cursed mushroom or glowing vine in sight."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Sera mumbles as she halfheartedly flicks flint stones together near a ring of damp firewood. Sparks fizzle out before they hit the wood.

Ten feet behind her, Zora hums a little tune as he levitates a perfectly conjured obsidian firepit into place. Chairs grow out of the ground like obedient trees, and a long velvet tent inflates itself behind him with puffs of rose-scented air. A spiral of silver lanterns dangle from branches above, casting soft, romantic light.

Sera stares at the flickerless stones in her hands. "You know what? Screw it." She tosses them aside and plops onto a plush conjured seat with a theatrical sigh. "I give up. Luxury wins."

Penelo and Lula are already curled up near the fire, toasting thick slices of sweetroot over the flames. Lula hums happily, her tail swinging in rhythm, while Penelo lounges like a lizard in the sun. Pip sits behind Veena, kneading her shoulders with warm, rhythmic pulses of mechanical bliss.

Veena melts like butter on a summer stone. "Ohhh, that’s it. Right there. Yup. I might marry you."

"Line forms behind me," Penelo mutters, half-lidded as she watches the scene.

Vuvi groans, trudging to the nearest stump and slumping down beside Veena. "Nah. My turn. Hands off, hotshot, get over here."

Pip chirps cheerfully, scoots behind her, and begins the massage. Seconds later, Vuvi’s entire demeanor folds in on itself like melted dough. She sighs like a collapsing tent. "Okay... I take it back. This is the best forest I’ve ever walked through."

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It’s deep into the night when Vuvi wakes again.

Something’s off.

Her senses prickle. Her eyes flutter open... and through the haze of sleep, she sees Pip, arms draped lazily around two naked women, a third sauntering behind him as they gigglingly stride into the trees.

She blinks.

Squints.

Then SCREAMS.

"PIP!"

He freezes mid-step.

The three naked women shriek and scatter like startled deer, vanishing into the trees with bouncing laughter.

Vuvi scrambles to her feet.

"ZORA!"

A rustle in the tree above. A soft thud.

Zora crashes to the ground, clutching a book titled The Lustful Lichen: 500 Positions with Plant-Based Props. He blinks up at her, dazed.

"The witches are escaping!" she snaps.

He squeaks and vanishes in a puff of magical smoke.

Seconds later, a chorus of screams echoes from beyond the firepit. Another puff, and Zora reappears, triumphant, floating three upside-down, giggling, and thoroughly nude witches in the air beside him. They wiggle their fingers and bat their lashes, completely unbothered.

"I got them!" he beams.

Vuvi glares. "You were supposed to watch Pip!"

"I got distracted! Did you know there’s a whole Chapter on upside-down fornication using spider silk and moss hammocks?"

"My mother practically invented that Chapter," Vuvi snaps.

Zora’s jaw drops. "She’s my idol!"

"Focus!"

She wheels on Pip. "And you—! You were seriously just about to waltz into the forest with three strange, naked women?"

Pip lets out a sheepish beep and shrugs. Zora chimes in, "Honestly, I can’t fault his logic."

"Zip it."

More rustling as the rest of the team stumbles out of their tents. Lula gasps, shielding her eyes. "Oh my gods! They’re naked!"

Penelo fans herself. "Phew! This is kinda hot."

The three witches giggle in unison, still dangling upside down like ornaments. The eldest bats her lashes. "We’re so, so sorry! We didn’t mean any harm. We just saw him, and..." she twirls midair, "...we couldn’t resist."

Veena steps forward, smoothing her nightrobe. "Zora, put them down, please."

With a wave, the witches float gently to the ground. Sera tosses them cloaks from the camp’s supplies.

The youngest witch snarls. "Clothes are oppression!" ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Our magic keeps us warm," the middle one chimes. "And soft. And radiant."

"The breath of the forest is our clothing," the eldest finishes, striking a dramatic pose that somehow only draws more attention to her lack of clothing.

Vuvi rubs her temples. "I don’t have time for this."

Pip, ever helpful, kneels beside her and begins rubbing her back. She tries to resist... but after ten seconds, she’s jelly again.

"Okay, fine. You’re forgiven. Again. But next time, you beep before you go chasing boobs into the trees."

Veena steps up, all smiles and diplomacy. "Let’s start over. I’m Veena. This is our team, and this..." she gestures to Pip "...is The Pleasure Prince. He provides... a very specific service."

The witches lean forward, eyes wide.

"Wait," the youngest gasps. "You’re serious?"

The eldest grabs the middle witch’s hand. "The stories are true?"

"He really does... that?" the middle breathes.

Veena nods.

The witches scream.

They circle each other, dancing, spinning, chanting. "The Touch-God is real! The metal lover! The divine dicker!"

Vuvi chokes on her wine. "Divine dicker?!"

The witches bow in unison. "Please, come to our home. Let us show you proper hospitality. It’s only right."

Veena agrees. Zora twirls in delight. Sera cheers. Penelo and Lula are already packing their snacks.

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An hour later, the team steps through a shimmer of green mist and into the heart of the witches’ domain.

The cottage is tiny outside, but inside it opens like a palace carved into the base of a living tree. The walls pulse faintly with green light. Roots curl into shelves. Flowers bloom in bowls.

Lula squeals. "It’s so cozy!"

Penelo sniffs the air with suspicion. "Smells like cucumbers and sin."

Zora inhales deeply. "My kind of place."

The witches lead them into a dining hall. The table is bare.

The trio joins hands and begins to dance in a circle. Green magic spills from their feet like fog, and in a sudden rush, the table fills. Plump mushroom rolls, steaming root pies, salads of shimmering leaves, glowing fruit nectar.

Vuvi eyes the food suspiciously. "We already ate."

Sera’s already halfway through a glowing mushroom.

Lula hums, cheeks stuffed.

Veena moans softly as she takes a bite of spicy thornberry tart. "Okay, this... is incredible."

Vuvi snorts and stabs a bite of glowing yam. "Alright, fine, you win this round."

By the time dessert arrives... a cloud-like mousse that melts into wildflower perfume, the table has fallen into satisfied silence.

Then the eldest witch rises. She clears her throat.

All eyes turn.

"I, Shae, humbly request," she says, "the honor of partaking in Pip’s divine pleasure."

The team freezes.

Penelo squeals.

Veena whips out her notebook with the speed of a spellblast. "Proceed..."

Pip rises from his seat, glowing faintly. He beeps softly.

The witch grins. "Oh yes. I’m ready."

She grabs his hand and leads him to a curtain-draped hallway.

Vuvi calls after him, "Go easy on her!"

Sera raises her cup. "Maybe she doesn’t want easy."

The witch turns back, grinning. "I certainly do not."

Veena trails them to the door, notebook open. She slaps Pip’s butt. "Good luck, soldier."

Penelo and Lula raise forks full of tart. "Go Pip!" they shout.

The door closes behind them with a soft, magical swish.

And the rest of the team, sated, warm, and surrounded by pulsing roots and magical nudists, leans back filled with pride and plant-based pastries.

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