Back to the Adventurer City
Back to the Adventurer City
~ A story that certainly existed somewhere other than here ~
"Rage. I've realized that using my precious power for a worthless bastard like you is a waste. From now on, I'd appreciate it if you didn't even come near me."
"Shephy...you're joking, right?"
"Bye-bye, Rage. I loved you, but not anymore. Well then, let's go. Mr. Nameless Mercenary♡ Mwah♡"
Along with the words that she would no longer use her power for him or hold him, Shephy shared a deep kiss with the mercenary standing next to her, whom she claimed not to know.
"Ah...ahh...ahhh...ahhhhh!!!"
"Tsk, Mr. Mercenary?"
Thwack!-
"Uwaaahk!"
Unable to control his anger, he rushed at Shephy and the mercenary, but the mercenary, who she said she didn't know yet seemed to have received enhancements from Shephy's power even greater than his own, sent him flying with a single punch.
"Shephy...why...why on earth!"
Rage had believed without a doubt Shephy's words that she loved only him the most, so he couldn't bring himself to stop her when she went to be held by another man for his sake.
And this was the result—Rage had been abandoned by Shephy.
"Rage? I never thought you'd come looking for me here..."
"Seyra...nim?"
Unable to bear what was perhaps Shephy's inevitably predestined betrayal, Rage, seeking to vent his boiling rage and the lust that rose even higher, visited a brothel where he happened to meet Seyra, his and Shephy's benefactor.
"So that's what happened...It's alright, Rage. This too shall pass. Come, for now, just rest in my embrace."
Having heard about what happened between Shephy and Rage, Seyra tried to comfort Rage with her own body.
"Seyra-nim...Seyra-nim!"
"Ahhn! Hahnn! Kyaaah! R-Rage! Wait a moment! Aaang! Ahhn! Calm down, Rage!"
"Shut up! Seyra-nim...no, Seyra! You too...are you rejecting me too!"
However, Rage's ugly desires were far more immense than Seyra had anticipated.
Moreover, the stamina that Shephy had cultivated in Rage with her power was something Seyra, whose insides were rotten and crumbling, nearing death despite her youthful appearance, had no means to withstand.
Creak!- Creak!-
Thud!- Bang!- Thud!- Bang!
The brothel's old bed creaked as if it would break, but Rage paid no heed to such things and violently assaulted Seyra as if he were raping her.
"Please...Hahht, please stop, Rage...You, aaang, you weren't, a child like this!"
Days like this continued for one day...two days...a week...a month...until it became impossible to count any further, and Seyra finally reached her limit.
"I curse you! Rage! Someone like you, who knows no gratitude, never deserved to be the Hero in the first place! You feel it too! Why Shephy betrayed you! Feel it keenly with that body of yours!"
Having endured and endured the violent sex, suffering under Rage who showed not a speck of consideration, Seyra finally left upon him a curse (blessing) containing all her power, for Rage who had used her as nothing but a hole for his sexual release until she was on the verge of death.
"Ugh! Keuhk! What have you done to me, Seyra! This body...what is this lewd body!?"
"Reflect, Rage. Reflect and atone with that lustful body, and someday you may achieve your wish...Keuk...euhk..."
Nevertheless, because Rage was also that pitiful boy she had saved, Seyra gave him one last chance.
She had made an arrangement so that if he overcame adversity in his now-female body, learned a heart capable of understanding others, and reflected on his actions, he would someday be able to achieve that wish.
That was the last thing Seyra, the Saintess Seyra who had been chosen by the Goddess longer ago than even Rage or Shephy, could do for the Hero Rage.
And as the price for hiding hope within the curse she placed on Rage, Seyra put a period on her long, long life.
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"...And that was the prologue for the sequel...you obviously wouldn't know that. Uh~ It might have been a possible future? Just think of it like that."
Thinking 'no way, no way,' I tried to open the thing called an Inventory that I used in the game, and as expected, it opened far too easily. While storing the Poison Wyvern's corpse in my personal Inventory, I explained the story of the sequel where Rage was the protagonist, which I'd heard from the Goddess, hiding only the game-related parts appropriately.
"Heh~ Is that so? Rage was something else when he was young, huh? That's some serious obsession."
"You bastard...Don't talk about it like it's someone else's business. It's your story, isn't it?"
"Even if you say that..."
Of course, the story I just told is from the original world, known only to the Goddess in this world, something neither the current Rage nor I knew anything about.
So, even considering I was vaguely explaining it by saying the Goddess told me, it didn't seem to resonate with the current Rage at all.
'It's also so different from the actual last moments of the Seyra we knew.'
Since the bastard Rage would request Seyra nine times out of ten whenever he went to a brothel from around his thirties, the two couldn't help but be on bad terms.
In fact, because Seyra knew the reason why Rage was so fixated on brothels, whenever she saw me, she would always nag noisily, telling me to be good to Rage, or that we'd end up together anyway so we should just get married before it's too late.
'And in the end, before she died, she gave all her power, the Saintess's power, to Rage...'
The Saintess Seyra gave all her power to the middle-aged adventurer Rage, who was no Hero or anything.
Unlike the original, it was in a perfect form, completely free of any unsolvable curse.
"Well, putting aside the story of the late Seyra, honestly, I don't think I have any reason to feel betrayed by you."
"Rage...you bastard! You really are my one and only ball-buddy!"
At Rage's sudden words, I was so moved my heart raced, thinking that just like I had done for him, this bastard also cherished me terribly.
"You got dumped by me over a decade ago, so even if you went to another man now, what could I say...It's not like you were stolen away in the first place, right?"
'...Huh?'
"Ah, but there's a contract for the house payments, so if I call, you have to come on time and service me. Got it? Hm? Ooh...Hey, hey, hey! I just thought about it—doesn't this mean I'm the one who stole you from that nameless man of yours? Right? That's it, isn't it!? Wahahahaha! I'm still young after all! Kuhahahaha!"
As if my being moved was foolish, the bastard Rage showed a perfectly uncle-like roaring laughter that even his appearance as a busty blonde elf couldn't possibly hide.
"Sigh, you're always in heat...On top of your body becoming so lewd!"
"Aaahn♡ O-ooaahk! What the! I just made such a girly—no, not girly, a completely female-like moan! Hey, you! Shephy! It's because you suddenly started fondling my breasts!"
"Shut up! Give me back my moment, you female elf bitch!"
"Kyaaahk♡ No no no no, this isn't me! Not yet! I'm not mentally prepared yet! Stop it, Shephy! Kyaaaahn♡ Stop! Stop it pleease♡ Shephy unniieee♡"
"Damn it! Stop! I'm the one who's not ready to accept you as a woman yet!"
And so, Rage and I hurried on our way back to Adventurer City, playing silly pranks on each other, to finish the last quest and welcome a new beginning.
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The next day
"We're late because of you, Rage."
"S-sorry...But this body! It's too delicate!"
Thanks to Rage, whose pace had slowed considerably as he hadn't properly mastered the knack of walking as a man again, a distance that should have taken less than half a day took us a full day of walking to finally arrive at Adventurer City.
Even though only about a day had passed, my appearance, having reverted to my 20s, had only gone back to being about 2-3 years younger than my original self, so the Gatekeeper guarding the entrance to Adventurer City greeted me with a somewhat suspicious look.
"Ah~ That beauty item a Noble guest gave me as payment for a whole day of rough sex turned out to be pretty good."
"I-is that so? Hahaha, I-I see it was a very good item indeed. My apologies for being suspicious."
"Nah, nah~ It's understandable."
Watching the Gatekeepers, who looked a bit flustered by my blatant wording but didn't seem particularly suspicious, I thought this fantasy world setting was really convenient at times like this.
"So, Mr. Rage, who went out with you, had another quest and parted ways...and the elf woman behind you is?"
Gulp-
Even if I could get away with that, Rage's problem couldn't just be passed over.
Because the unidentified elf woman with such outstanding beauty that the sound of the Gatekeeper swallowing his saliva could be heard from here was impossible to hide.
"This one...Ah, just a sec, she's a bit timid."
"What? No, I'm not really..."
"Shut up and just lend me your ear for a sec."
Grabbing Rage, who was spacing out without understanding the impact of his appearance at all, I whispered quietly into his ear.
- 'This is really the last time. If you tell the Gatekeeper, word will get upstairs, and it'll be irreversible. Will you be okay?'
Adventurer City doesn't even have a proper name like other cities, but as if such things are unnecessary, this city, ruled autonomously by a competent lord recognized by the king for generations, has even its lowest-ranking soldiers, the Gatekeepers, working diligently without missing a single minor detail.
'If I want to take Rage into this city, this is the only way.'
Unlike the original, it's possible because of my 'status,' other than being an adventurer, from having lived in Adventurer City for over 20 years, but if I use this method, Rage will walk a path from which there is no return.
- 'Hey, it's okay, it's okay.'
The bastard Rage grabbed my anxious hand and whispered into my ear just as I had done.
- 'This time, I'll...I'll sell my first time and give you a wonderful gift.'
"What..."
Selling my first time to give a gift. That clearly refers to the event 18 years ago, when I, having just turned twenty with nothing to my name, sold my body to procure equipment for us.