1-13 Riding
In the morning, Sarsa was up before me again, drawing water from the well and washing our clothes in a bucket.
Some of our stuff had definitely started to smell a bit. What a hardworking girl.
I beckoned her over to the bed and invoked Status View.
Sarsa looked a little embarrassed but let me pull her close.
I'd misunderstood one thing.
I'd thought all her stats started at G, so G must be the baseline minimum.
But when I set her to Archer, there were N ranks.
Probably means no correction.
And there's even G-.
Which means when I first checked my own status, all my stats had already been bumped up two steps...
N → G- → G.
That initial full-stat boost from N to G was probably the Interferer's starting bonus.
Other jobs usually give a one- or two-stat step-up as their initial bonus.
So Interferer's is pretty broken.
Maybe advanced jobs unlocked by leveling basic ones get better stat corrections, and Interferer is treated as one of those high-tier jobs.
But I haven't seen its level-ups improve the stat corrections yet.
High starting values but no growth—maybe that's its trade-off.
"Ah..."
"........."
I'd been seriously pondering this while holding Sarsa's soft, slender body, but unfortunately, my dick got hard.
Sarsa shifted positions with a wriggle, said, "Allow me to serve you," pulled out my penis, and started licking it with her tongue.
A tingling sensation rose from my lower body, derailing my thoughts.
"Guh... feels good..."
"Mmm... your cheeks are your weak spot, huh~?"
She murmured something as her tongue climbed from the base to the middle, then the tip.
Her mouth opened like she might take it in, but instead she licked back down the underside.
We were in a 69 position, so her small ass wiggled in my view with every movement.
I slipped a hand under her skirt and groped it.
Mmm, so soft...
After licking up and down the shaft a few times, she nibbled the glans with her lips.
I kneaded her ass and endured.
Her lips finally released after some nibbling, and just as I felt lonely, my whole dick was enveloped in warm wetness and gently sucked.
"Ooh..."
The pleasure made me gasp involuntarily. Her blowjob skills were pretty varied—probably honed at the trading company.
*Slurp, slurp, slurrrp...!*
With obscene sounds, it got sucked repeatedly, her tongue stroking the ridge.
"Hah... this is bad..."
"It's okay, go ahead and cum in my mouth."
As the urge to cum built, she egged me on like she'd been waiting, the vibrations teasing my dick. Then the pistoning sped up, pushing me closer.
"Guh..."
But I'd resolved to fix my premature ejaculation, so I held out differently. Yesterday, I'd have blown right there—but I'm no virgin anymore... no virgin.
"Nnh... how's that feel? Still holding?"
Her tongue tip dug into the slit, probing the urethra with sharp stimulation that shot electric pleasure up my spine.
"Hauh...!?"
*Spurt, splurt.*
A volume and force I'd never gotten from jerking off fired into Sarsa's mouth.
"Nnh... ah... so thick... I can't swallow all this... *cough*."
Maybe I was really into it today; she swallowed it in gulps anyway. Then she cleaned my softening, exposed penis with licks and tucked it back in my clothes.
"Master, you're getting better at holding back."
"Yeah. But you still made me cum at the end..."
"Hehe, practice makes perfect."
"...Does that mean I can do lewd stuff with you every day?"
She hesitated at that.
"...As your slave, I'll serve if you demand it."
"Right, 'cause you're a slave."
"Yes."
As she turned away and got off the bed, her cheeks seemed a little flushed. Probably my imagination.
"Anyway, what should we do today~?"
I tinkered with my own status while planning the day.
"Um, Master... are we fighting goblins again today?"
"Yeah. Problem?"
"Not a huge issue, but..."
"Don't hold back—tell me anything you notice. I'll judge; it helps me if you speak up."
"Okay. It might be nothing, but yesterday during the fight, my body felt a bit heavy."
"Heavy? Like sluggish movement?"
"Yes. I thought it was my imagination, but drawing the bow took more effort than during practice before."
"Weaker, basically."
"Yes. Overall, my movements felt dulled."
"Hmm... ah."
It clicked.
"You're an Archer now."
"Eh?"
"Guess I should explain. I can view people's statuses—no, browse them—and change slaves' jobs."
"Are you a priest, Master?"
"Nah."
Revealing Interferer could out me as an isekai transplant.
Especially to other transplants.
Another thing to keep secret.
"Understood. I won't tell a soul."
"By the way, I think viewing status requires touching the person."
"Ah... so that's why you were touching me yesterday."
"Just gathering intel."
"I see..."
"And to change a slave's job..."
I paused for effect, staring at Sarsa's cute face.
"To change it...?"
"We need close body contact. So even outside, come quietly when called and press close. Don't spill about abilities or it'll be trouble."
This should let me legally hug Sarsa.
Others would just see a lovey-dovey couple. And with reason given, she can't refuse. Perfect crime.
Of course, no actual need for full contact to change jobs.
Touching anywhere works, like for status view.
But that's my secret from Sarsa.
"Yes... ah, so the sudden hugs sometimes are for that...?"
"Kinda. And sometimes 'cause you're cute."
"...How do I tell the difference?"
"Don't need to."
Leaving her with a stunned look, I pushed on.
"Anyway, your current job is Archer Lv 1. Stats are lower than Merchant for now, but unavoidable— we'll level it up."
"Yes..."
"Know anything about Archer?"
"Um, I heard it boosts Agility and Stamina."
"Yeah."
"And Attack rises a bit easier."
"Mm-hmm."
"Around Lv 10-15, you get Charged Shot, a skill using MP for a strong attack."
"Charged Shot, huh. Got it."
MP cost for power-up. Simple, but nice to have MP skills.
"How long to Lv 10 normally?"
"Hmm... for basic jobs with aptitude, average about a year-plus? Fast ones a month or so; with training and combat setup, even half a month."
"Combat jobs level faster, huh."
"If you focus, especially real battles."
"Makes sense—combat experience counts big for relevant jobs. Life on the line and all."
"Is that how it works...?"
She didn't know the details.
"Your starting job?"
"Archer."
"Starting job! Aptitude confirmed."
"Maybe. But I wasn't fighting, so I switched to Citizen quick."
"Makes sense. Civilians with combat jobs... pretty common to swap?"
"Kinda. Costs money, some leave it. But if mismatched for lifestyle, most change—wasted levels otherwise."
"Gotcha."
"May I ask yours, Master?"
"Me? Swordsman."
"Impressive. Your swordwork was masterful."
Obvious flattery.
Swordsman's safe—no edges. My go-to if asked.
Tough choice for Job 3: Shieldbearer, Magic Gunner, or something else.
"Know any Archer evolutions?"
"Yes. Bow Warrior and Sniper."
"Oh?"
"Bow Warrior gets stronger per-shot skills. Sniper for long-range."
"Pure power vs range focus. Rumors on requirements?"
"Not sure, but Bow Warrior needs Lv 20+ and Warrior. No clue on Sniper—sorry."
"No worries, just helpful if known. Warrior should come with fighting. Aim for Bow Warrior otherwise."
"Many never reach evos. I'm not confident..."
"Archer's fine too. No pressure—sorry if I added any."
"No."
Back to square one at Lv 1—kinda unusual.
Revert to Merchant? Nah, no merchant role for my slave.
...Maybe if I start a business someday. No plans.
Morning: shopping for Sarsa's sanitary stuff, lunch at Soramachi Tavern.
Already "the usual couple" treatment.
Sarsa ate happily; my doting made us look like total lovebirds.
After baths, her skin cleared, hair silky and shiny—true beauty emerging.
Just bucket rinses at the company.
Townies do that sans baths—not mistreatment. But a well-groomed woman shines.
Not a stunner, but plain OL prettiness.
Stuck out in the old-man dive. Got stares.
Too much attention's bad, but I kinda liked the glances.
She's mine, wanna brag.
Dessert for Sarsa, peaceful end.
"Afternoon: goblin hunt."
Slave bought, still goblin-hunting days.
Back from goblins later, message from Elliott.
"Talk tomorrow, usual time guild front."
Hmm. What...?
Ah, Aawinda escort. Slipped my mind.
Next morning at guild: usual four there.
"Morning, Yo... wait, is that...?"
"Morning, Yoyo. That girl your slave? Bought her?"
"...Morning. Bingo. Greet 'em."
Elliott and Marie spotted Sarsa quick; I turned and ordered.
"...I am Sarsa, slave of Lord Yoyo. Pleased to meet you."
"Oho, well-trained. Gold coins to slave right away—true to your word, huh?"
"Too good for me. So, what's the meet for?"
Aawinda gig, but shifting from Sarsa topic.
"Aawinda matter. Not forgotten?"
Yup. Elliott played along.
"Gotta leave soonish—lady's mind fragile, can't rush. But prep time now."
"Prep? Like what?"
"Positions, plans to share. Long trip gear."
"How long?"
"Escort outbound only. Week tops."
"Return solo?"
"Yup, not covered. We'll work there, scatter back."
"Two weeks round-trip?"
"Nah, carriage out fast; walk/coach back? Month safe bet."
"Horse week away. Far."
"Haha, first port city? Week's close."
"Economic hub. Slagee ties in, benefits."
"Sure. Irrelevant to plebs. Move, hash details."
"Got it."
Somehow, by Patch/Trishiera's say, to Soramachi Tavern.
"Found the food here. Night's bar—tough entry. Rarely full."
"I go nights fine."
"No booze? Maybe we could..."
"Lord Elliott, Marie—night means drinking. No."
Patch: party morals cop. Marie: boozehound. Figured.
"Harsh, Patch."
"Cute too."
Elliott lovey-dovey; back to topic.
"Quest: Aawinda had seven guards inbound."
"Seven? Light."
"Heir low in line. Dad worrywart upped from 2-3."
"Traitors among."
"Yup. One original, one new."
"Two!? Even original. Messy."
"Both sides compromised—paranoia fuel."
"Not random bandits... targeted?"
"Possible. Don't overthink."
"But re-attack risk?"
"Yeah... Slagee pursuit eastbound low odds. No proof unlinked."
"New hires possible. This quest safe?"
"Haha, scared?"
"Nah, can't pass big ties. Won't die trying."
"Honestly, low re-attack odds."
"Why?"
"Secret. My intel."
"Hm. Alert anyway."
"Yeah. Real issue: en-route monsters. Tougher than Slagee—okay?"
"Researched light. Harpuadon night attacks scary."
"Tricky. Hits precise in pitch dark. Fire watch only counter."
"Attracts others?"
"Yup. Annoying."
Goblin grad? Good monster variety.
"Day of: split carriage/riders. Horse okay?"
"Sorry, no."
"Practice pre-depart. Her?"
"Ridden some."
Sarsa answered crisply. Only me horseless.
"Patch carriage-bound. Five-man plan."
"Aye."
"Others: three fore/aft horse."
"Total twelve with us. Big escort."
"Deliver safe. Fail blows ties."
"Full effort."
Route talk, monster prep vow, disband.
"Big job. No pay chat..."
"Oops? Expenses theirs, 3 silver/day. Bonuses for feats/success."
"3 silver daily? Nice."
"Big firm standard. Keep ties—go hard."
"Yeah!"
Split at tavern; upstairs center for docs.
Slagee to Oguri Kyuresu: villages/towns vary by route.
Multiple spawn points, multi-monster. Trickier than Slagee singles.
Straight line hits low wetlands—carriage tough.
Fixed road would boost trade, but Slagee backwater—no push.
Detour north/south around. East to Oguri.
North likely: Kyuresberg capital northwest, roads solid north wetlands. Better monster control.
Guard, not hunt—north sure bet.
North: big Simon town, north spawn: fang dogs, death hounds, harpuadons.
Wetland loop: benbensta aquatic subhumans. Old spawn settlers.
Humanoid, strong, armed—careful.
Tough skin; Sarsa's arrows may not pierce.
My blunt "sword"—my turn.
Split notes with Sarsa; nodded to kind receptionist auntie, out.
She smiled warmly—"spring's here" vibes? No correction needed.
"Sarsa, horse lessons here?"
"Yes, rentals teach—new customers."
"Free?"
"No, but under 1 silver."
"Start today."
"Wise."
"You too? Years off?"
"Wasteful..."
"Money? Future invest. No holding back if needed."
"Then together."
"OK."
South gate rental per Sarsa.
60 copper/hour teach. Signed us, mounted.
"Horse" not Earth horse.
Heard four legs, transport, white/chestnut, hard hooves, big eyes cute—assumed horse.
But "horses": four-legged, hooved, big-eyed, sturdy mystery beast. Shorter neck.
Horse + shark halved...? Hard describe. World standard.
Horses they are—slightly off size/form.
Leg nudge steer, reins nuance commands.
Smarter than horses. Horses, but better.
>Salamanders!!
...Irrelevant. Brief daze.
Sarsa reviewed quick: trot, jumps, stops—lapped me.
Damn you, Sarsa.
Looks fun.
"Balance good, but... no talent."
Trainer sis said; managed mount/dismount, walk-start. Done.
Exhausted...
Riding this tiring? Legs/hips wrecked.
Dazed post-dismount, immobile.
No more.
...Sarsa night rides fine, tho.
Slid in smooth now; thrusting without instant cum.
Project progressing.
Bit lip enduring, but "Don't hold back" from Sarsa at her gasps—sank again today.