2-3 ★ Sound Asleep
Note: This chapter contains that kind of scene.
It comes when you least expect it.
The Monster Hunter Guild was also running a buyback service for monster materials. They offered prices slightly below market rate but matched the going rate overall.
It's easier than hunting down reliable buyers everywhere we go. Plus, the more you sell, the more contribution points you rack up, which can lower or even waive next month's registration fees.
It's a smart system. With a points-card setup like that, I'd rather just sell here than haggle with merchants.
"Two slime cores and... five Kettaketa? That's a decent haul."
"Yeah, pretty much."
There were a few attribute slimes mixed in, but taking them down without destroying the cores was a pain, so I only secured two. Those two were from testing if I could kill slimes with magic.
Conclusion: Fireball works if you push it, but it's too much hassle for the payoff.
The rest got stabbed through the core with my sword. Easy.
Kettaketa are ambush specialists, so tracking them down takes time. But they cluster a bit—if you spot one, a few more are usually nearby, making it satisfying to wipe them out in one go.
They bolt if you're fighting one-on-one, though, so I failed today. Magic gives me away too easily, so sword might be better.
Their magic stones are small but near-perfect cubes, worth at least 20 copper coins each. Five means one silver coin. Covers tonight's inn, anyway.
Could probably turn a profit with some tweaks, but tomorrow I'll push a bit farther.
Dinner was monster-meat skewers and a monster burger from a street stall. As a trade hub, they've got all kinds of meats—fun to pick from.
Even slime-jelly soup on sale. Who knew those things were edible.
Got fruit and nuts for Don, too.
"All sorts of meat flavors. Kinda fun."
Sasha nibbled her burger. Back at the inn, eating in the room—she'd ditched her armor for a loose shirt, unbuttoned at the chest. Damn, that's tempting.
But honestly, vanilla's getting a little stale. Might need some special seasoning on that front.
Sadistic Sasha, huh... Hmm.
"Sasha, about tonight's... that."
"Oh, yes?"
Sasha turned to face me.
"Let's switch it up from the usual. How about you take the lead?"
"You mean I attack?"
"Yeah."
"Ehh... Okay, got it."
Sasha agreed, blushing a little.
"You know how?"
"Yes. The merchant hall's instructor taught me all sorts of things..."
"R-Really."
Slagee's merchant halls—what don't they teach?
"I'll think of some ideas before bedtime."
"Yeah."
Having Sasha lead playtime—first time for everything. Kinda exciting.
After eating, I bathed to prep for the intense "battle" ahead and headed back. Buzzing a bit.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Master."
Sasha appeared in a white robe—heart skipped. Fresh from the bath, she always radiates sex appeal.
"Undress and lie on the bed on your back."
"All the way?"
"Yes... Let's do that."
"Right."
Stripped and lay back. This setup's got me weirdly tense.
My dick's already half-hard. I shouldn't be this much of a masochist.
"I had an idea—wanna play a special game?"
"Game...?"
"Yes. You've been worried about how long you last after inserting, right?"
......
Busted.
"So, endurance game today."
"Endurance..."
"Here's an hourglass—sand runs out in about 20 minutes. I'll service you with my hands till then. Try not to cum."
"Ah, got it. Premature ejaculation training meets a test of your skills. Sounds fun."
Ex-virgin, borderline premature me's still a grown man who's tasted the real deal. Handjob won't make me blow that easy. Feels like a variety show segment.
"But you need a goal to endure for..."
"Hm?"
"If you cum—by any chance—no full sex after that tonight?"
What.
"Meaning no pussy if I lose?"
"Exactly."
"......"
"Only if you cum. Just endure."
"True enough."
Can't say no—Yoyo, king of male pride. Handjob-only? I got this. Right?
"Just hands, right?"
"Yes—only hands on your thing."
"G-Good. Just checking!"
Don't wanna seem weak. Bold declaration... Might've backfired.
"Then let's do it."
Sasha smiled. Wait—did she just flash a queenly vibe? Nah, imagination.
"Stay lying down, Master."
"Y-Yeah."
Sasha slipped off her robe, baring pale skin. Her perky tits popped into view.
Beautiful. Looking up from below's a fresh angle. Oh, reacting already.
"Hehe, you're eager already."
"Ngh..."
Sasha gripped my dick gently. A shiver shot up from my hips. Wha—?
"Starting the hourglass."
"G-Go."
"Yes—20 minutes, endure."
Rub, rub. Gentle strokes. Should be fine, right? I last in her pussy now—hand's easy... right?
"Relax. Since your hands are free, feel free to touch."
She took my right hand, guiding it to her perfect tits as she leaned over the bed. Can't resist—knead away. So soft. Pure bliss.
Meanwhile, she switched to fondling my balls.
"This is where all your energetic Master-juice gets made, huh? Hehe—still working hard?"
Whispered sweetly. Tits in view stir maternal vibes. Knead, knead. So soft. Sasha knelt up, leaning over my torso.
"Go ahead—suck if you want."
"Can I?"
Blurted it out, embarrassed, then latched onto her soft nipple. Ahh, nice change of pace.
"Hehe, like a baby. Shh, shh. Feels good even for a big boy?"
Slow, loose strokes on my dick, whispering in my ear. Shivers intensifying.
Body twitched. Ear kink? Weak to talk during head too—voice fetish?
"Oh, ears are sensitive? Lick inside."
Her tongue traced my ear. Wet licks close by. Head fogging. Steady, gentle rhythm on my dick sends pulses. 20 minutes doable.
"Hehe, relaxing that much? Precum's leaking."
"Wha?"
"Slippery like this... I'll spread it and stroke. Feels even better?"
True to word, she smeared precum over my shaft, slicking it up.
"Ngh, ha..."
Hips clenched—ejaculation prepping. Clamped down hard to hold.
"Feels good? Shh, shh."
Rhythm in her mouth matches strokes. No warm wrap like pussy, but varying pressure's killer. Misjudged this.
"Ngh, fu, ha..."
Eyes shut, teeth gritted against the urge.
This is torture!
Hips numbing, heat building.
"Halfway? Keep enduring."
"N-Not... yet...?"
"Shh, shh—can't hold? Shh, shh..."
Bad. Strokes gaining force, squeezing now.
Milking me!
"W-Wait—"
"No—training for you. No whining. Shh, shh..."
Oh god... Tight grips make hips buck. Feels too good...
"Ah—stop—"
"Sloppy? Fine without pussy? Don't want real sex?"
"Guh... That..."
"Shh, shh—slow it down as a reward. Endure, and my slave hole'll make you spurt like crazy. Imagine: hot, melty hole, slamming hips deep."
"Ah, ah..."
"Tightens with every thrust—way better than hands. Squeeze, squeeze... Want it?"
Finger-ring mimics pussy clench. "Supportive" words backfire hard. Brain's pink fog.
"Ahh, ahh."
Her hand-pussy's too good.
"How's the tits?"
Lost in mindless licking. Not foreplay—escape. But soft tits rev my dick more; her slim fingers feel hypersensitive. Too good...
"Shh, shh... Oh, swelling up. Sign of cumming?"
"......"
"Hehe, shh, shh—ten minutes left? Gonna cum, Master? Shh, shh, shlick shlick~"
Sasha sat up, both hands on. Left cups base, right palm grinds tip furiously.
Hips jerked—cum surging despite me.
"W-Wait, wait—gonna—"
"Shlick shlick~ Cum, cum♪"
Splurt...
White ropes blasted before I knew—unstoppable. Splattered her cupped hand.
Blissed out, limp—then her sly grin snapped me back.
"You came, Master?"
"Y-Yeah..."
What the hell. Felt amazing. No masochism... but Sasha's got queen potential. Dangerous...
"Promise is promise—no more tonight. Handle it yourself if desperate."
She went to wash up. Sat up—sheets spotted with my mess.
Reality bites.
Serious issue. Before I awaken weird tastes, I gotta make Sasha squeal. Sighing, resolved alone.
Let Sadistic Sasha dominate, and I'll be her dick-gripped puppet master. No way.
We're building a harem...!
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Next day, venturing farther, we hit a fang dog pack.
Ten-plus at once—panicked, but handled it fine.
Switched to sword quick, using Air Pressure and Wind Wall to block, slashing them down.
Straight-charging light foes like fang dogs? Air Pressure shines—disrupts aim and teamwork, exposing openings.
Felt my combat style growing, not just stats.
A few slipped behind—worried, but Sasha handled with dagger flawlessly. 1v1, she's got the edge.
Don surprised most—woke him as backup, but he leaped from the pack, brawling. Big for a rodent, tiny vs humans, but four legs made him a beast. Dominated fang dogs.
Shopkeep was right—he fights. Didn't expect from the lazy bum.
Sasha: "Gap moe! So cool!" Total fangirl.
Morning wood from no morning relief after edging solo—Sasha fixed it. Without, I'd be raging.
Petting happy Don, no S-vibes from yesterday. Good—hallucination. God's prank on my vanilla boredom.
Night, hinting "ready for..."—Sasha cut in:
"Failed yesterday, so training again?"
Ugh.
"O-Of course. Man's pride on the line."
Another night rolled in her palm, frustrated.
Days passed like that...
"Nghh... Hah, hah..."
"...Congrats—the sand's out. You endured."
Bolted up, shoved Sasha down, yanked panties, dove into her pussy.
Handjobs nightly, morning reliefs—not touching her core was hell. No more vanilla complaints.
Licked wildly, teased clit, confirmed wetness—flipped her for doggy.
Slick heat enveloped my raging hard-on.
This. This.
Thrust deep. She was pent-up too—extra juicy despite licking.
Plowed through, honing on her reactions.
Slow grinds targeted hot spots. Primitive, but repeat. Her breaths shifted: heavy to sultry moans.
Achievement unlocked. Getting topped was fresh, but men lead.
"Nnh... Ahh..."
"Cumming...!"
Splurt... splurt...
Focused on her pleasure over mine—not the biggest release, but mentally satisfied. Wall cleared...
"Felt great, Master."
"Y-Yeah."
Her smiling on the bed—she seemed fresh. Not beaten yet...
Pre-slave experience, hall training—her edge clear. Gotta grind to catch up.
Harem path's a marathon.
"Gonna step it up."
Surrendered to pleasant fatigue, spreadeagled into sleep.
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"Frankly, funds are running dry."
"That bad?"
Steady earnings lately, but restocking left us silverless. Hungry times.
"Got essentials, so hunting here's profitable long-term... but nights drained me. Time to level up monster hunts."
"S-Sorry, did I get carried away...?"
Bummed Sasha. Yeah, your "acting" lines turned full dom—awakened. Wasn't bad.
"Nah—love your initiative. Anyway, next monster goal."
"Yes..."
"Base two days north. Too far at once—aim for midpoint campsite first."
"Got it."
"Same monsters till then. North means more variety."
"We've mostly done slimes, Kettaketa, fang dogs."
"Yeah. South plains have more, but we dodge 'em."
Like heat rock bears—plains bosses—or plant maws.
"Heat rock bear... Could we win?"
Sasha worried. Time for confident master aura.
"No prob—block fire magic, snipe from range."
"Right."
Too passive? Cool response.
"Heavyweight too—Water Splash might work... No overdoing, promise."
"Yes—stay sharp."
Monster steak for breakfast, north along road. Sasha had galette? Fancy unknown.
Today, I carry camp gear—ditch in fights, retrieve later.
Road safe—slimes, dogs only. Peaceful plod.
Guard days prepped us.
Evening: target tent space—fenced clearing for overnights, pioneer hunter legacy.
"Night scary, but Don's watch—nap?"
"Yeah... Don-chan's reliable—over to him."
Empty site. Dusk to dark quick.
New tent up, armored under blanket. Extra feed for Don, strict talk.
"Dangerous monster turf—stay in tent. Weird vibe? Wake me, no hesitation."
"Kyu!"
Energetic nod. Don never hesitates anyway. Night shifts to him? Travel eases.
Worried, but early sleep. Night.
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...Morning? Woke naturally, no Don nudge. Still dim. Birdsong somewhere.
Slept like rock. Result: win.
"Don, where?"
"Gii?"
Don sat by tent flap.
"Good job. Slept sound. Breakfast?"
"Gyuu~"
Happy approach—nuts, fruit. Eats meat but loves girly snacks.
Wait—Don male? Female?
Whatever. Female boss fine—"30 seconds, move!" vibes.
Petted Don, chill time.
Dawn broke full. Morning.
"Master, up early..."
Sasha rose. Trusts Don fully—slept carefree. Jealous.
"Morning—eat, head back."
"Yes."
"Straight shot—time to spare. Detour unexplored spots."
"Yes."
Avoided mini-forests—poor sight, monster hides.
This time, skirt edges. Outbound hunt sucked.
"Oatmeal and jerky for breakfast?"
"Yeah. Water coming—container."
Magic water's pure—tasteless. Handy on road.
Bland oats, salty jerky. Weird combo... gulp it down.
Done—backtrack, veer to woods.
Thought it'd be quiet—rustle.
Quadruped mystery bolted north.
"...What was that?"
"Shishifuka? That speed..."
"Shishifuka, huh."
Monster guide's cute critter—quad, fast. Fierce but flees weak foes. Annoying.
"...Not cute IRL."
Boar-wolf mashup. Ugly, not creepy. Guide artist's filter?
Usual gripe—pointless.
Issue: what chased it?
"...Water Splash gaps in trees, just in case."
"Eh, yes."
Edged exposed soil, channeled magic.
Remote works—touch best efficiency.
Mudded ground to swamp.
"Done—pile and harden mud... wall up."
Blocks light jumps. Trap: leap point sinks.
Solid idea.
Back to Sasha—watch. Rustle—huge shadow emerged.
Massive bear-like bulk.