Plugged In: I got Isekai'd into a Sexbot (Now I Must Save The World)-Chapter 79: Witches, Wine, and Wedding Proposals

The banquet table stretches like a jeweled bridge through the center of Lord Varuzil’s grand dining hall. Silver goblets gleam, golden platters overflow with roasted meats and spiced fruits, and the air is thick with incense, butter.

At the head of the table sits Lord Varuzil himself, now vibrant and lively. His hair has regained some of its silver luster, and his eyes sparkle with gratitude. He raises his glass.

"To my saviors! Words cannot express my thanks. You have freed me from a waking nightmare, and for that, I owe you everything."

The team raises their goblets, mugs, teacups, and in Vuvi’s case, her hip flask.

"You honor us, Lord Varuzil," Veena says with a respectful bow.

"I will grant you riches," he declares. "Lands! Title! A fleet of peacocks with diamond-studded feathers if that’s your taste!"

Penelo raises a finger. "Actually—"

Vuvi interrupts. "We decline."

Penelo pouts.

"We’re not in it for payment," Veena adds quickly. "We’re just glad you’re well again."

Lord Varuzil sets his goblet down with a thoughtful hum. "Then perhaps... a more personal gesture." He waves to his daughters, who sit poised and glowing in their seats, cheeks rosy with renewed life. "I offer one of their hands in marriage."

The daughters all blink. Penelo chokes on her wine. Lula drops her fizzy drink.

Vuvi stands with a dramatic scoff and gestures to Pip. "We’re all women. And he’s a construct. Marriage might not be on the table."

Varuzil raises an eyebrow. "What about... him?" He gestures to Zora.

Zora’s eyes widen. "Me?"

"You’re a strapping young man. Handsome. Mysterious. You could marry one of my daughters."

Zora sighs with the weight of tragic beauty. "Alas, I must decline... for though my skin glows with youth—" He reaches up to his face, pinches it, and peels it off with a wet, rubbery shlorp "—beneath it lies only eternal bone."

The table erupts in shrieks. Chairs clatter to the ground. Two of the daughters faint instantly, one draped across Pip’s shoulder like a limp shawl, the other caught mid-swoon by a startled Lula. Lord Varuzil leaps to his feet, drawing a jeweled saber.

"Abomination!" he bellows.

Zora blinks his hollow sockets. "Well, that’s rude."

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Five minutes later...

Everyone is calm again.

The daughters sip herbal tea to soothe their nerves. Pip, now seated squarely between them, emits gentle thought waves of apology, warmth, and compassionate affirmation. They practically melt on either side of him.

Penelo and Lula sit further down the table, arms crossed, lips puckered in pouty defiance as the noble daughters gently stroke Pip’s arms, shoulder plates, and, occasionally, his thighs.

"This is outrageous," Penelo mumbles.

"Completely inappropriate," Lula agrees, clinging to Pip’s opposite arm even though he’s clearly mid-therapy session with his thought waves.

Lord Varuzil clears his throat, prompting the daughters to straighten up and fold their hands politely in their laps like nothing happened. The third daughter, still sprawled against Pip’s shoulder, doesn’t move. She just sighs dreamily and closes her eyes.

"I... owe your skeletal friend an apology," the lord says, awkwardly sheathing his saber.

Vuvi waves it off. "It’s not your fault. Anyone would panic if they saw someone rip off their own face."

Zora, back in his glamoured elven form, blushes and sips delicately from a goblet. The wine pours through his throat and pools quietly beneath the table. He gasps. "Oh no. Not again."

Vuvi glares at him.

He gives a sheepish smile.

The table snickers. Even the lord hides a chuckle behind his goblet.

Veena finally leans forward. "Lord Varuzil. With respect... could you tell us what actually happened to you?"

Varuzil sighs, draining his cup. He sets it down, rubbing his temple. "It began during a hunt. I wandered into a part of the forest I’d never seen before. Strange trees. The air was heavy. I feel asleep. Took a nap in a clearing. I awoke in a cottage. Surrounded by... women."

Everyone leans in.

"Define ’women,’" Penelo says slowly.

"Naked," Varuzil answers.

"Oh," Penelo mutters.

"I thought I’d died and reached paradise," Varuzil continues. "They fed me. Bathed me. Pampered me. In... ways."

He coughs, his gaze darting nervously to his daughters, who are now glaring at the ceiling.

"They were witches," he admits. "Forest witches. Very friendly. Extremely generous. But... the curse of the Demon Queen..."

The table groans in collective understanding.

"Yes," he sighs. "I could not... perform. No matter how much effort they put in. And oh, how they tried."

Sera sips her drink and raises an eyebrow. "Tried how?"

"They... uh... tried a lot of things."

Penelo snickers.

Lula giggles.

"They eventually gave up," Varuzil says with a sad shrug. "Released me after two days. I wandered the woods in shame and self-loathing. The disappointment, the guilt... it broke me. I wasn’t cursed by them. I was just... emotionally ruined."

The table goes silent.

Veena blinks. "So... you weren’t cursed?"

Varuzil nods solemnly.

"You were just... really depressed?"

Another nod.

Vuvi slams her flask on the table. "Great! We’re done here."

She hops to her feet, claps her hands twice, and turns for the door. "Case closed. Depression cured. Time to get back to work."

The entire table bursts into laughter.

But Lord Varuzil clears his throat again.

Vuvi freezes. "What now?"

Varuzil looks at Pip. "There’s one more thing."

"Oh, for the love of—"

"They deserve it," Varuzil says solemnly. "The witches. They weren’t evil. Just... desperate. They gave me the best days of my life. Even if I failed them."

He turns fully to Pip. "You. Golden prince of pleasure. They need you."

Pip blinks. Then beams. He salutes and lets out a low, determined beep.

Penelo bursts out laughing.

"What?" Vuvi snaps.

"It’s a multi-stage quest!" Penelo giggles, nudging Lula.

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Sera sighs. "Oh gods... another side story."

Veena chuckles. "We’re doing it, aren’t we?"

"Of course we are," Zora says, twirling his wine glass and letting it spill out of his elbows. "Besides, what’s a quest without a detour involving forest witches and sexually-frustrated nobles?"

Vuvi groans and slumps into her seat. "We were supposed to be saving the world. Now we’re professional orgasm delivery agents."

Sera lifts her goblet. "To orgasm delivery!"

The team cheers.

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A few hours later...

The sun hangs lazily in the sky as the team trudges across the lush green fields of the noble estate, heading toward the forest beyond.

Vuvi drags her boots through the grass, muttering under her breath with every step. "This is my life now. I could be at home. Reading. Inventing. Anything. But no. I’m huntingsexually-frustrated witches."

Veena walks beside her, already taking notes in a little leather book. "Maybe this’ll be useful. Forest magic can be powerful. Plus, it sounds like we’re walking into a coven of very... knowledgeable women."

Lula trots happily ahead. "Do you think they’ll like Pip?"

Penelo scoffs. "They’ll love him."

Zora floats over the grass, humming to himself. "Let’s just hope they don’t try to marry him."

Pip strolls in the center, chest puffed, humming a triumphant tune through his ports.

He’s ready. He’s got oil. He’s got charm.

And most importantly... he’s got the full team backing him.

Sera lounges on Pip’s shoulder, fanning herself. "Let’s just hope they don’t roast us alive."

Penelo nods solemnly. "Or try to turn us into toads."

"Or marry us," adds Zora.

"Or all three," Lula says.

Vuvi groans again. "Why are we like this?"

Veena pats her shoulder. "Because we’re the best damn pleasure service on the continent."

Vuvi sighs. "Fine. But I swear, if they start stripping me and asking for a foot rub—"

"You’ll love it," Penelo says with a wink.

And with that, the team steps into the shadow of the forest, laughter on their lips and the scent of adventure... and maybe floral oils... floating on the air.

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