The Shelter's Secrets
The shelter had been closed for nine whole days, yet aside from Bella, almost no one seemed particularly worried. The angels had no emotions to begin with, so that was understandable, but even the customers showed no real concern. It left me feeling strangely betrayed.
“So what were you doing that kept you away so long?”
“It’s a secret.”
Another regular shrugged as if to say angels are all like that, then took a sip of his cocktail. He was from Tarykin, a foreign worker employed in Eden. Since Eden had few natural resources of its own, he worked in distribution, importing raw materials and processed goods. Given that Tarykin’s trade rights with Eden were monopolized by the Dracule ducal family, he was probably connected to them.
“Lately, Eden milk has become incredibly popular among Tarykin’s nobility. Especially the premium stuff—it’s a massive hit. Production is so low that the price is ridiculous, but do nobles ever care about cost?”
“Is it really that popular?”
“It’s sweeter than Kensas milk, easier to digest, and packed with nutrients. Parents with young children are practically begging for it. I have no idea how they’re raising cows in a city this small, but I’d love to learn their secret.”
The customer, clearly pleased with the healthy profit he made selling Eden milk, looked quite cheerful. I had assumed it was only popular inside Eden, but apparently it was being exported too.
As expected, nothing suits humans better than human milk.
If we made it Eden’s official specialty product, it would sell like crazy.
If every woman in Eden became a dairy cow, we’d have more than enough supply.
He spent some time sipping his cocktail before glancing around and asking in a lowered voice, “Elisha, are you still a virgin?”
“Pardon? Yes, I am.”
“Hmm. Then never mind.”
“Why do you always ask me that?”
“Just checking.”
He downed the rest of his drink in one go, declared it excellent, and left. He came often, always asked whether I was still a virgin, then left after some casual conversation and drinks. I could never figure out why.
A little later, the old monster hunter grandfather visited for the first time in a while. He looked travel-worn, as if he had only just arrived in Eden. His deeply wrinkled face broke into a warm smile as he greeted me.
“Elisha, my dear. It’s been a long time.”
“Welcome to the shelter. It’s wonderful to see you, Grandfather.”
“My, my. You’ve changed quite a bit since I last saw you.”
“I have, haven’t I? What would you like to drink?”
“Something light for now. Just give me a beer.”
I poured cold beer into a chilled mug and set it before him. He took a long, refreshing gulp.
“Ahhh, that hits the spot.”
“Did everything go well on your trip?”
“You mean the Abaddon investigation? It was more eventful than expected, but thanks to that, I was able to study them in great detail.”
I had only asked lightly, but the old man began reciting everything he had learned about the Abaddon. He had been part of a research team that spent several weeks directly observing Abaddon symbiotes living in harmony with the people of Ryuzan. He concluded that when the host was friendly toward the Abaddon and there was no hostile environment, the parasite tended to act in ways that benefited the host’s health and encouraged positive behavior. Therefore, they were closer to symbiotic organisms than true parasites.
“I realized just how dangerous preconceptions can be. The idea of them rooting into the brain still causes instinctive revulsion, but compared to ogres that treat humans like roadside snacks, it’s child’s play. And ogres aren’t the only ones. Insect-type monsters secretly lay eggs and use living creatures as food for their larvae. And then…”
Ugh. Monsters really were terrifying. Ogres especially were living nightmares—standing at least three meters tall, sometimes over four, their bodies packed with muscle and fat so dense that ordinary rifles couldn’t even pierce their hide. If one charged at full speed, it could flip over a heavy tank. In the past, they had been impossible to kill, so their habitats were designated as off-limits zones. The only way to deal with them was to lure them away using bait.
“Anyway, the Abaddon aren’t as dangerous as people think. The Monster Association is even considering adjusting their threat level.”
“They’re changing the rank?”
“Many believe the original Rank 1 was excessive. It depends on the Elder Council’s decision, but there’s a high chance it will be lowered to Rank 2.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Hm? Why is that a relief?”
“Oh, just that future Abaddon hosts probably won’t be executed on sight anymore.”
“Well… that depends on each country’s circumstances, so I can’t say for certain.”
Still, it was encouraging that the Abaddon’s image among humans had improved even a little.
This should have a positive effect on establishing the nation of the Abaddon.
Luck really is on my side. The body I obtained carries the bloodline of the Dryvyq family, I have Isabel as an ally to help destroy Eden, and even support from Xenuma…
Things are going so well it’s starting to make me nervous.
Don’t jinx it. Stop thinking like that.
The hunter grandfather must have been quite tired. After chatting over a few beers, he soon left. I finished work after midnight, watched Master eat her late-night snack, then headed to the park for exercise.
I wanted to train as a mare, but the situation wasn’t right, so I settled for normal exercise. While running, I practiced striking imaginary enemies with my fists. I should visit Sister Lyana soon. My training had been too lax lately and I felt like I was losing my edge.
After nearly two hours of exercise, I returned and headed straight to the bathroom to wash off the sweat. Looking at Master’s body in the mirror, I noticed the muscles in her lower body, abdomen, waist, and back had become sharply defined with visible striations. This was the result of my mare training. When I stood on my tiptoes, the raised muscles created a beautiful line. Mm. As expected, Master’s body looks best in high heels. I should ask her to wear the latex suit boots.
After washing up, I lay on the bed and logged into the game. It had been so long that the interface felt slightly awkward. When I checked my mail, there was one from Lord Teo. He asked me to send him my available login times. I replied with my free hours and left the room.
It was quite late, so there weren’t many customers in the courtesan house. That was where I ran into Trinky.
“Elisha? It’s been a while. Did something happen?”
“Hello, Miss Trinky. I was a little busy.”
Trinky was still wearing her courtesan outfit and mask, seated on a lobby chair. Between the mesh fabric, I could see the black heart tattoo on her breast marked with the word Queen.
When my gaze lingered on her chest, she noticed and said, “Ah, this? I got it from Lord Kwangnam.”
“Lord Kwangnam?”
“He’s the Blackman I met through Ruya’s introduction. Blackmen are incredible. There’s no comparison to other men.”
Her face flushed with excitement as she began singing the praises of Blackmen. Just thinking about them seemed to arouse her—thick love juices were already dripping from her pussy. She spread her folds open and said,
“I can’t even feel anything from other customers’ cocks anymore. My pussy has already been stretched wide by Lord Kwangnam’s. Haa… I want to be fucked by him again.”
Indeed, her entrance was so gaping that the inside was clearly visible. Just how much pounding would it take to stretch someone like that? If Lord Teo fucked me that much, would I end up the same way?
“We promised to meet in real life next time.”
“Is that okay?”
“I’m single, so no problem. Love Doll is a nun, so that’s impossible. Ruya is married, so she seems to be struggling with it, but she’ll fall soon enough. Any woman who gets impaled on a Blackman’s superior cock becomes his prisoner.”
With an ecstatic expression, she slid her fingers into her pussy and began masturbating. To be this completely addicted… just how amazing were these Blackmen?
“Elisha, you should try having sex with a Blackman too.”
“I only belong to Lord Teo.”
“Hmmm, that’s true. What a shame.”
Trinky’s lustful gaze as she looked over my body reminded me of a monster that had just missed out on delicious prey. Last time with Ruya too—if I introduced her to good women, would something nice happen?
“If you introduce me to good women, I get fucked even harder. Someone like you would earn a huge reward. It really is a shame.”
“Ah, so that’s why Miss Ruya brought those two in.”
Looking around, I noticed the Queen of Blackman tattoo on various parts of the courtesans’ bodies. My god, had that many women in the house already been claimed by Blackmen cocks?
When I stared in shock at the tattooed women, she laughed and said, “Even the guild master is already a Blackman’s woman. She got fucked by them all day long, fell completely for it, and submitted right away. She offered the courtesans of this house as tribute and received plenty of love in return.”
“At this point, it’s actually frightening. Don’t tell me all the customers here right now are Blackmen too?”
“Most of them. Except for a few important big shots, this is now a Blackman-exclusive courtesan house.”
“Exclusive?”
According to Trinky, while I had been gone, the Venus Guild had become a Blackman-only establishment. The Blackman Ruya had been seeing, along with his comrades, had subdued Venus—the owner of the house—turned her into his woman, and essentially taken ownership of the entire courtesan house. He had advertised it to other Blackmen as a place where they could play the game and freely devour white-skinned women. Blackmen who had built up unbearable sexual frustration in the conservative Kensas region were buying game access devices one after another to relieve themselves here. That was why the house had been turned into an exclusive venue for the wealthy and Blackmen.
“Is that really okay? What about the other players…?”
“When even the courtesan players themselves don’t mind, what can be done? It’s not like this is the only courtesan house around.”
Just then, the door to a nearby room opened and a Blackman stepped out, his massive cock swinging between his legs. Just as I had heard, he was nearly two meters tall with thick features and a muscular black body that reminded me of a wild monster. But more than that… his cock. Even soft, it was that huge? It already looked bigger than two fists combined.
The man glanced around, ignoring the sounds of moaning and wet slapping coming from the room behind him, until his eyes landed on me. Hm? Was he looking at Trinky? I subtly shifted aside, but he pointed directly at me and said,
“You there. Come in.”
“Pardon? Me?”
When I pointed at myself in confusion, he nodded as if it were obvious. As I stood there flustered, Trinky stepped forward.
“This girl is an exclusive courtesan for someone else. How about another girl instead?”
“You’re Kwangnam’s, aren’t you? Your training is still lacking. You all exist to obey us. Bring that courtesan here.”
“But the person who bought her is an ordinary—”
When Trinky tried to keep persuading him, the man shouted something in the Blackman language toward the room, then strode over with heavy steps. His overwhelming presence instinctively made me drop into a fighting stance. A spark of interest flashed in his eyes.
“Oh? A courtesan who knows how to fight? Interesting.”
He casually shoved Trinky—who had been standing in front of me—aside and stood before me with his arms crossed. His thick forearms bulged menacingly as they flexed, and his cock began to grow larger.
“I like strong females. If you defeat me, I’ll do as you wish. But if I win, you will obediently submit to me.”
“There is no reason I should follow those terms.”
“If you refuse, I’ll simply take you by force.”
When he jerked his chin toward the room behind him, I looked over to see men emerging one by one, surrounding us. The sight of all those massive men closing in filled me with such tension that sweat trickled down my back. What should I do? Should I just log out…?
“Just so you know, if you try to run, not only will every courtesan here suffer, but so will your real-life self. We already have several courtesans captured in reality, so you’d better think carefully.”
“Ugh…”
Of course I was friendly with the courtesans, but I didn’t have enough loyalty to risk something this dangerous… or so I thought, until I saw Trinky’s desperate, terrified eyes. Come to think of it, she had said she promised to meet him in real life. That meant he already knew her real identity. And with Venus here too, uncovering my information would be easy. Ugh, what do I do?
“What’s there to think about? You just have to beat me. It’s simple.”
“…Fine. No one else will interfere, right?”
“Obviously.”
Right. When I thought about it, this body was based on Master’s, which had undergone muscle reinforcement, and I had also learned martial arts. If I could just catch him in a joint lock, I could win easily.
As the fight atmosphere settled in, the Blackmen pushed the courtesans back to create a wide space. The naked man approached leisurely, his fully erect cock swinging heavily. Following Sister Lyana’s teachings, I stepped lightly and threw a left jab to keep him at bay. My straight punch flew straight for his throat. Surprised by its speed, he quickly raised his arm to protect his neck and blocked it.
Thud.
A heavy sound rang out. As I pulled my fist back, a serious look appeared on the man’s face. Perhaps because I had put real power into the strike, he rubbed his arm, then threw a punch at my face. I dodged the whistling fist by twisting slightly to the left and countered with a right hook to his face.
Bam!
“Kgh!”
The punch landed cleanly on his cheek, drawing a groan from him. He swung his left arm as well, but I ducked under it and drove my left fist into his solar plexus.
Thump!
“Hup!”
After taking hits to both the cheek and solar plexus, he staggered backward. Even on his dark face, the flush of anger was clearly visible. I raised my arms to guard against the next attack. The man cracked his neck and said,
“Not bad. You’re well-trained enough to charge in with confidence. Shall we get serious now?”
He raised both arms to shoulder height and lowered his stance, slowly closing in. Unlike before, I could sense something that made it hard to approach recklessly, so I circled left and right to maintain distance. The moment the gap narrowed, he dropped his stance even lower and charged.
I took a large step to the left and kicked his calf hard with my right leg. The moment he lost balance from the strike to a difficult-to-train area, I closed in and drove my fist through his lowered guard.
Crack!
The moment my fist connected with his jaw and his body staggered, I prepared a follow-up strike—only to see his fist flying toward my lower abdomen. I hurriedly pulled back to avoid it, feeling cold sweat break out as I covered my stomach with one hand. Damn it. If I took even one hit to the lower belly, I might miscarry.
Having regained his balance, the man looked at me, narrowed his eyes as if he had noticed something, and said, “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
“….”
“Let me be clear. I won’t hold back, so either protect your abdomen properly or surrender. We’re continuing.”
The man now kept his arms up in a tight guard over his head and upper body as he pressed forward. I tried to create openings by dodging and countering, but his thick muscles absorbed most of the impact. Ugh. At this rate, I was going to get cornered.