Baiting the Trap
After training Lui, the hero of the fantasy world, I planned to smear her love juices along the border. That would draw the orcs, and by marking the path sequentially all the way to the village, I could ensure they followed the scent straight there without delay. Then, the moment the orcs swarmed in—while Arkan was conveniently out of the village and chaos reigned—I'd hide and watch over Erika, stepping in to help only when she was in real danger.
"It's cliché, but damn effective."
Her current favorability wasn't bad at all. If a white-knight prince swooped in to save her just like she dreamed, she'd fall hard in an instant. For a main heroine, I'd have invested tons of time in events and buildup to conquer her properly. But since she was inaccessible after the tutorial, this setup was more than enough.
As late night fell, I headed to the house marked on my map for Lui. Pressing my ear to the wall, I caught faint moans seeping through.
"…Nghh! Hnng…"
She was stifling them, and the log cabin wasn't great for soundproofing, but no one else would hear. Thanks to my Evolved Body, my heightened hearing picked it up crystal clear.
If she gets off like this, it'll be another delay. Should I try something else…?
Hearing a woman's moans was nice, but my original plan was to catch her red-handed masturbating outdoors and pounce. This wasn't ideal.
"Haah! Not enough… way not enough."
With her exhibitionist streak, the indoor session paled compared to outdoor thrills. The virgin Lui kept whining about how insufficient it felt.
Now? Could I just barge in?
"Who's there?"
I was debating bursting in while eavesdropping on her masturbation when a villager on patrol called out from behind. At this hour, lurking by someone's house screamed thief. I bolted, kicking off the ground hard.
"Stop!"
The patrol gave chase, but my superhuman speed left him in the dust. I considered circling back, but they'd be on high alert now. Shrugging it off, I decided to farm herbs outside instead, vaulted the palisade, and headed out.
Living in the village, Lui had been in rough shape lately. Since turning adult, she hadn't skipped a single day of masturbation—until the festival hit. Helping with village chores kept her so busy she went a full week without, dreaming of it from sheer pent-up frustration.
Exhausted from hard labor, she lacked the energy to head outside. Instead, she stripped naked in her room, flopping onto the soft bed her village uncle had made, and groped her overheated body for the first time in ages.
"Haaah!"
She hadn't even touched them yet, but her nipples were rock-hard. Pinching one lightly, she rubbed around her pussy with her other hand. Her middle finger—slim and long—slid into the tight hole already drooling nectar, pumping back and forth.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hii! Haaaah…"
A week untouched had her body hypersensitive; even light touches sent waves of pleasure crashing in. She craved more, moving her hands frantically, but her fatigued body from village work couldn't keep up.
"Hnnngh… not enoughhh…"
As her unsatisfying masturbation dragged on, she heard shouting outside. Wondering what was up, she froze at the sound of someone sprinting away from her house—me, spooked. She halted, gasping.
"Eek!"
Confirming no footsteps nearby, she debated resuming but her mood was killed. Ignoring her half-aroused body, she gave up and went to sleep.
After foraging herbs outside the village, I slipped home, hit the bed, skipped straight to sleep, and woke refreshed in the morning.
Clear-headed, I got up, dressed, and pondered the day's routine when footsteps approached. A knock.
"Who's there?"
"You're up! It's me, Woody."
I opened the door. He beamed, carrying a huge yoke and axe.
"Phiba says we're short on firewood. Wanna come gather some?"
Going with a guy wasn't thrilling—I grimaced to complain—but he added,
"Ah…"
"Oh! And she said she'll give something special from her stash if we bring it back. Was gonna ask just me, but if you come, it's yours."
"Let's go."
A reward? Sold. Tutorial events were scarce, but commoners had a few early-game gems worth doing, even if it meant tagging along with a dude.
"Hurry and prep—meet you outside!"
I tidied up quick, stepped out, and Woody grinned, glad for company.
"Alright, let's roll!"
Yokes on our backs, we reached the village gate when someone called urgently.
"Jin-seok~ Woody~ Wait up~!"
Turning, I saw Erika sprinting our way—no bra, her massive tits bouncing wildly, clutching a bundle in one hand.
I'm definitely fucking her.
Seeing her huge breasts jiggle carefree, oblivious to sex, made me itch to corrupt her with pleasure.
"What's up?"
"Hah, huff… Phiba sent this."
Playing it cool with a smile, I leaned in as she bowed, handing it over. Her loose top sagged from gravity and tit-weight, flashing pale cleavage. I nearly popped a boner but held back for the greater good.
Peeking inside the cloth: big boar jerky and dried fruits. Snacks for if we got hungry on the job.
"Cool, I'm off. Work safe~"
"Yeah, tell Phiba thanks—we'll devour 'em."
"Bai, bai~ Erika!"
Thanking her casually like always, I glanced aside to go—but Woody, face beet-red from the same view, was stammering.
"What're you doing?"
"……."
Caught peeking at his crush's tits, he hung his head in shame and trudged out silently. Watching his back, I wondered what face he'd make when I claimed Erika.
Know your place.
Short at early 170s cm, freckle-faced ugly dude eyeing a designated heroine? Unthinkable after thousands of hours conquering hundreds.
"Q-quicker!"
Still stuttering from embarrassment, pathetic Woody called me. Sneering inwardly, I picked up the pace.
We reached the woodpile spot, agreeing to alternate chopping. Woody first.
"Hngcha!"
Short early-170s cm, scrawny—he trembled just holding the axe. Swinging with all he had, it barely nicked the log and bounced back.
"Wha—what…?"
The rebound flipped it up; unable to control the weight, he toppled like a performance artist dragged by the tool. So weak he couldn't handle that? I snatched the axe before we'd be here till dark.
"You'll take all night like that. I'll chop—you stack."
The axe felt feather-light. Careful not to shatter it, I adjusted power and machined through logs effortlessly.
Woody stared blankly, then scrambled to load the yoke. Soon, it was full.
"You good carrying that?"
"I've hauled worse."
If he dropped and hurt himself mid-way, I'd be stuck with it all. He hefted it confidently, legs shaking but stable. Nodding, we headed back.
Delivering to Phiba:
"Good work. Hold on."
She ducked inside, returned with a wooden box.
"Got this from a merchant back in the city. No use for it now—take it."
"Thank you!"
We bowed. Peeking inside: a green fruit wrapped in fine cloth.
Jackpot!!
Foraged tons outside, but no top-tier agility/mana boosters yet—stats unbalanced. Perfect timing.
"This for me, right?"
"Yeah, take it. Would've taken me forever solo—thanks for helping."
Woody grabbed his gear, handed the box, said he was beat, and left. Clutching it, I sprinted home.
◈ A fruit emitting green light. Greatly increases Agility stat, but causes premature ejaculation for 6 hours. (Usable until top-grade stats)
Appraising it at home confirmed: agility booster, as expected. But the premature ejaculation note soured it.
Premature in an eroge? Wait…
Gut reaction was rejection, but a lightbulb hit.
I don't even know my stamina limit. Cumming quick means more loads, right?
Women always passed out before I could unload much—worrisome. This solved it perfectly. Pocketing for later use.
With this, semen showers and unlimited Mutant Semen spam!
Praising my genius repurposing, the system chimed in.
[User, Lui is currently alone at the village outskirts.]
"Oh?"
Last time I griped about no herb locations, now it volunteered what I wanted. Map out: Lui alone by the farthest palisade corner, not moving.
"Jackpot!"
Finally, catching her mid-exhibitionist wank. No hesitation—I blazed there at max speed, reaching the marked spot quick.