You have been hearing about the new dungeon that has suddenly appeared and decide it is time for you to take a crack at clearing it. As of now, not a single person who has entered it, has returned. All of them chose to escape and come back with crazy wounds. Some of them even are missing limbs. However if the golden rule is true, then this dungeon is bound to be filled with a ton of treasure at the end. High risk =high reward after all. So you make your way out to the enterance after checking in with the guild for some details.
The only thing strange about this dungeon, is that all healing forms that are known, do not work. So no potions or healing magic are usable, and apparently even your natural regeneration is halted too. Meaning even a minor cut can be dangerous since the bleeding won't stop. Regardless however, you still enter the dungeon. You are quite confident in your abilities, as you are well above the average skill levels of the other teams that have failed already.
The first floor is easy as cake. Just some easy to defeat skeletons that do not even rebuild themselves or respawn. Nor is there any kind of challenge with the floor boss. It not being a necromancer or a lich is a huge design flaw by whomever made this dungeon, you think. It is just a slightly bigger skeleton with a club.
The next floor is challenging, slightly. Or it would be if you were not wearing equipment designed to repel ghosts. This floor would have given those without the proper equipment quite the challenge for sure. But since you checked with the guild, they told you about it and you came prepared.
It is the third floor when things go bad for you. The floor monsters are easy enough, but it is the boss which gives you your first injury. Unfortunately, when facing off against the succubus boss, she landed a solid slash across your right arm and chest at the exact moment you beheaded her. Her sharp nails cut clean through your armor, and had cut your arm off.
This is bad. Healing magic isn't working for you exactly like how it has been explained to you. However, in your desperation, you remember a sign hung near the enterance which has stumped other adventures.
"Sometimes, replacing what is broken, is better than repairing it, even if it means it no longer will be exactly the same."
Everyone had just assumed it was some kind of life advice left by some kind of philosopher. But what if it is instead the hint for this dungeon? You have nothing to lose at this point. The gash in your chest isn't nearly as serious, so you save that for later. Your right arm is the primary issue.
So you cut the right arm off of the succubus boss, and put it next to your right shoulder. Sure enough, the two parts fuse together, cleanly closing up the wound and fixing all internal damages too. You have full control over it as well.
You sigh in relief, then swear, looking down at your scraped chest. The damage isn't as sever as your arm, but it was still a wound that wouldn't close. And unfortunately for you, there is just one option for you in terms of a remedy.
Turning around, you gaze down at the succubus's well endowed chest. It wasn't injured at all. And it would fully cover your wound too. With another loud swear, you begin acquiring your medical aide. Unfortunately, in the process, you realize that you also can no longer wear your chest armor. But no chest armor beats dying. So you discard it. Finally with one final sigh, you push the succubus's GG cup breasts onto you.
You groan as you feel them connect. Feeling their weight, and their fullness. You grab the clothes she was wearing and tie her top around your chest, covering up your nipples and at least keeping your boobs from bouncing too much as you move. You also manage to cut some of your armor out, so at least your stomach and neck are still protected. But because of that, your boobs are now hanging out of the hole you made for them. Having her nails however, has become quite a lucky find, as they are sharper than even your sword. Her arm, while physically, it appears slender and dainty, is by far stronger than yours ever was too.
You are happy that you no longer are going to bleed out, and it even seems like your missing blood has been replenished too. You are about to go down when you pause. Looking back, you see her remaining arm and wings. If having her right arm made you strong enough to almost effortlessly carve out a steel chest plate with just your new fingernails, wouldn't having her left arm also be a substantial power up? And her wings were harder than even your shield. Plus, what if by having them, you could fly? It would mean intentionally opening wounds on yourself however.