Days Before Departure

Waiting for friends in the classroom.

Friends...? Did I have any?

Yeah, back in the day, I could live a normal life as just a slightly gloomy kid. Back in the day? So where am I now?

Suddenly, Kawasaki—the girl I'd had a bit of a crush on—was reaching for my pants under the desk, pulling them down.

(Eh!? Whoa!?)

Before I knew it, my lower half was completely naked, and my rock-hard dick was getting sucked without hesitation by Kawasaki.

(Girls do stuff this erotic?)

The surreal sight and her rhythmic sucking had me excited in no time, and the urge to cum hit me fast.

(A-ah, crap... If I cum like this, it'll get messy...?)

"Nngh!?"

Byururu, byuru...

I woke up to my pants pulled down and Sarsa, sitting beside me with her head over my crotch.

"Phew, that scared me... Thought it was a wet dream."

"Mmm... Good m-morning?"

Sarsa had been holding my white load in her mouth, but once I was done, she glanced at my now-fully-awake face, pulled away, and gulped it down with a satisfied ngu ngu.

"Mmm, puha. It's thick and plentiful today... Stuck to my throat."

"...Morning."

"Yes, good morning."

"Morning blowjob, huh... I did hope for it, but I didn't expect this."

No, if I'd held out just a bit longer, it would've been the ideal wake-up to instant pleasure. But nope, I blew right as I woke up.

I hadn't even registered the situation—just pure panic.

Man, what a letdown. All my fault for being premature...

"Thanks, Sarsa. You did exactly what I asked."

"Yes, of course."

Since day one, there hadn't been a single morning without Sarsa's wake-up blowjob.

The condition was "if I'm excited in the morning," but let's be real—I'm always excited in the morning.

I wondered if my dick had ever been this lively back home.

Sarsa seemed to have fully accepted her fate as my body pillow after the blowjob.

After rinsing her mouth, she'd eagerly snuggle up on her own. Cute.

Well, probably with a "whatever, we're doing it anyway" vibe.

My status bonuses had improved across the board.

Probably because I prioritized leveling Sarsa, my own levels hadn't risen much.

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The overall boost likely came from adding the third job.

Even if Interferer doesn't boost stats directly, Jobs 2 and 3 let them grow at double the normal rate. OP.

That said, Sarsa's original Merchant job was level 15, so folks in this world hit 10-20 easily.

Combat jobs level faster, so veteran mercs are probably 30-40 no sweat.

Even with multi-job cheats, my single-digit levels can't compete yet. Time to lay low.

Ugh, I want Job 4 already!

Oh, and I've been practicing magic in downtime, quietly leveling Mage (just to 1), but that's another story.

Sarsa's current status.

No bonuses up yet.

I suspect these don't rise probabilistically. Probably hidden values accumulate until they hit a threshold and reflect.

Multiple stats often rise together, and once one does, others follow soon after.

Same for Sarsa now—probably getting stronger under the surface.

"Sarsa, you're level 4 now. Good job."

"Really? Thank you."

Hard to notice without checking status, so self-awareness lags.

"More importantly, Master, we're running late. Shall we hurry to the stables?"

"Yeah, guess we are."

"Weren't you planning to practice riding before departure?"

"Spot on. ...Fine, let's go."

Yesterday in bed it wasn't bad, but overnight, the muscle soreness hit hard. Delayed onset sucks.

Sarsa showed no leg pain, calmly preparing clothes.

I ogled her changing, then slipped into the outfit she'd prepped.

"It suits you well."

"Thanks."

Accepting her smooth flattery, I switched gears.

Gotta learn horses somewhere. And soreness means muscle gain.

Status bonuses add to base, so I need to build the foundation.

Necessary. Let's do this.

Pumped myself up mentally, then groped Sarsa's tits over her clothes.

Alright, motivated.

"Master, a heads-up before groping would be..."

"Sorry, my dick's fault—brain's offline. Can't control it."

"I don't follow, but... understood."

Sarsa's "Master worship" meter feels like it's dropping daily.

Next slave: unconditional adoration.

Need a healer type. Sarsa heals me too, but...

"Let's swing by the Merc Guild first."

"Yes."

Grabbed breakfast at the inn, then hit the guild. Message: departure in 5 days.

"Five days... Date's set."

"We need to gather supplies."

"Yeah."

Morning: hours of lessons, mastering basics. Need trot control by departure.

"Master, you're remembering fast. I think I'm good now."

"...Right."

Figured—she lapped me elegantly multiple times. Probably rode as a Merchant.

Lunch at "Soramachi Tavern," tried new dessert pasta, then headed outside the walls.

Dessert pasta? Thought it was insane back home. Here? Confirmed insane.

Sarsa devoured it happily, so whatever.

Today: pulled magic gun, sniped goblins alongside Sarsa at range.

My ace—better she knows.

Kyuiin—nostalgic whine, thin high-speed light bullet pierced goblin chest. It crumpled.

"A-amazing..."

"Magic gun. My trump card—for emergencies only."

"Yes."

"Won't use unless desperate. Secret."

"Understood. I'll guard it with my life."

"No need. If your life's in danger, spill it."

"I see..."

She seemed unsatisfied. World sensibilities differ—sometimes baffling with Sarsa.

"And it can do this."

Blast last approaching goblin with spread shot. Limbs shredded. Oops, overkill.

"...Impressive."

I get it—she's a bit creeped out.

"Didn't adjust power that time. Can tone down for close range."

"I see..."

"Your turn. Aim for two down before they close."

"Yes, I'll do my best."

She's motivated. Not forgetting gun now, delved deeper safely, kept farming.

Preemptives for her bow practice till they charged; I'd sword them away.

Thin herds with gun if swarmed.

Back at north gate by evening, asked long-trip procedures.

"Residency proof pauses. Handle at town hall, not here."

Did guild branch right away: out ~1 month from day 5.

They said suspend on departure, reapply on return—do it same day.

That's why prepping early...

"Busy day-of, but no choice."

"Yeah."

Petted Sarsa's head to soothe my frayed nerves. Gotta stroke right or get her blank "ow" or "annoying" stare.

News to me: petting girls needs skill.

Harem protags and studs make it look easy. Gap explained why I never scored...

"Dinner at Soramachi Tavern too?"

"Haven't conquered the menu. Absolutely."

Sarsa got chatty over food.

"Hmm..."

On the bed, enjoying Sarsa's lap pillow, I groaned.

Trouble: job juggling. Thought Swordsman + Shield User ironclad.

Mage for magic practice, Magic Gunner for testing—covered.

But now: time to reveal gun to Elliott's crew?

Trust built; no malice vibes. No reason to hide.

They know my gold haul—easy "bought pricey magitech."

Reveal means freer use in missions, tailored plans.

Assuming reveal: Swordsman + Magic Gunner?

Strength: bonuses to melee/ranged (Slash/Magic Shot Slight Boost), both boost Agility highly—better mobility.

Definitely nimbler than Earth, but low levels and gradual gains mean no dramatic feel yet.

Sarsa felt "heavy" when job dropped, so F-rank bonuses make a real difference.

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Still, Swordsman + Shield User edges overall bonuses. Attack/defense cover weaknesses.

Hmm, default that, swap to Gunner if room to shoot. Back to square one.

"Um, how long do I keep this up?"

Sarsa eyed my closed eyes on her lap, bored.

"No rush. This is a lap pillow."

"Lap... pillow?"

"Yeah. Not taught at the trading house? Basic slave duty."

"Is it?"

"Yup. I'll teach you."

"How?"

"Just exude maternal vibes to soothe your master. No need for extras."

"Maternal? Like a mother?"

"Lap pillow time's no-rules. Guys crave pampering sometimes. This is for that."

"I see..."

"Bored? Pet my head."

"Pet?"

"Yeah... Zzz."

I rolled, buried face in her lower belly. Inhaled. Heavenly scent...

"Eek, don't sniff!"

"Lap pillow etiquette. Don't stop me."

"Etiquette..."

Seemed I'd fully conned her.

"Fine, but we should head out soon..."

"Whoops, slacked too long."

Aawinda's big escort job tomorrow. Today: final supplies, pack up.

Late breakfast, quick goblin run outside.

"Hya! Hah!"

Sarsa's archery looked pro now.

No hesitation; vital shots one-shot goblins.

Basics solid, but arm strength lacks—needs perfect hit for OHKO.

"Nice. Real archer talent."

"Honored, Master. It was my starter job; fave among basics."

"I see."

"Wanted mounted shooting practice too..."

"No setup at that ranch. We'll test on the road."

"Yes."

She's pumped—combat progress? Fists clenched, fired up.

"Don't overdo it. Elliott's crew's solid. We back 'em up."

"Yes."

Nods, but gets tunnel-vision motivated. Watch that.

Five days goblin bow spam leveled her once. Current status:

Subtle, but Agility/Stamina to G from G-.

Beats her Merchant Agility G-. Better athleticism now.

Light head pat on fired-up Sarsa, back inside walls. Morning: riding final check. Afternoon: supplies shopping. Busy day.

"Master..."

Nude Sarsa on bed, legs in loose M, exposing herself shyly.

Her skin tans to red, pale by Japanese standards—not Nordic white, but smooth as snow. Healthy pale with perky bowl-shaped tits jiggling softly.

Parting her slit, the hole stretched daily by my cock, molded to me, twitched invitingly.

"Mmm, so erotic."

"Staring's embarrassing."

"That line's erotic too."

Bent down, kissed thigh for soft feel/taste.

Hand grazed left tit.

Kisses inward, near clit—puffed breath, switched to other thigh.

"Fuu... Ah..."

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Savored thighs to mound, breath on clit.

"Ahn!"

Relaxed her; traced outer lips. Pussy juice seeped—scooped, teased inner.

"Fuun... Haa... Hiuu!"

Her reactions fun; toyed pussy ~30min.

Spread: hole winked, wet squelch.

"Sarsa, you're soaked?"

"...Fuu... Nooo...!"

Dick at entrance: slick heat felt amazing. Could cum from sumata, but tonight's finale here.

No settling.

Thrust in, plowing deep. Hotter, slicker; walls soft-welcoming.

"Kuu... Fuu..."

"Ohh... Feels so good..."

Never this much foreplay, but if pussy gets this good? Worth more time.

Full hilt: heated nubs gripped, squeezed tip pulsing.

Insane... Melting.

"Moving..."

"Ha... Fuu..."

She bit hand-knuckle to muffle. Adorable. Freed hand, stole lips.

"Lero... Ngu... Rero, amu, ngu..."

Deep tongue duel. Pulled hips: pussy clenched, sucked tight.

"Nya! Not that!"

"Nn... Picha... Rerorero."

Pleasure paused my tongue; hers invaded, licked my mouth.

Oxygen low, hazy—only soft hot dick-stims registered.

Ofuu... Precum leaking...

"Rero... Puha... Master, cum anytime."

"...Guh... Not that easy tonight!"

Rallied dick/self, pistoned wildly.

Each thrust: hot walls hugged; pullout clung tight.

Insane pleasure surged hip-to-brain; thoughts dulled.

"Ah~ guh..."

"Nn, afu... Masteeer..."

Kept thrusting. Legs weakened, angle shifted—Sarsa shuddered, yelped.

"Ah!? Naaaaaah!!"

"Here!? This spot!?"

Mumbled, hammered to find it.

Upper wall near entrance, rough patch; deep nubs somewhere.

Hitting changed her feel.

Rough = G-spot? Dunno, but pounded, held off cum.

"Nna, nn! Aaaah!!"

Muffled scream, body convulsed.

Not twitch—5sec shudder, then limp.

Pussy clamped hard, then pulsed rhythmically, milking dick lewdly.

"Fuu... Haa... C-came..."

"Sarsa, you came?"

"Yes... Felt so good..."

She smiled breathlessly.

I was close; gripped waist, slammed faster selfishly.

"Ah... Fuu... Intense, Master."

"Cumming—cumming!!"

Dopyupyu...

Short, forceful blast—like pressurized cumshot. Probably hit wall without her.

"Haa... Felt great... Sarsa... Wiped out though."

"Yes, good work. Rest well, Master."

Drained me one-shot. Still connected, her warmth pulled me under like power cut.