Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: The Soul's Promotion Battle
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"Konpeitos... eleven of them, huh. One's an extra you set aside? Anyway, they're in good condition. Quest complete."
The guild staffer, sporting an apocalyptic mohawk style, meticulously inspected the konpeitos in the bag and stamped the form. He rummaged through his desk and pulled out some copper coins. His thick, calloused hands looked more like those of a seasoned warrior than an office worker.
The reward for this quest was 60 coppers.
"Here's 60 coppers each. Good work."
We each pocketed our 60 coppers.
Damn, getting paid really clears up that stale resentment.
This was the eternal farewell to this trio. The day had felt like a whole week. Roel and Custo, whatever—but that bitch Serca? Next time I saw her, I was confident I'd beat the shit out of her. Fucking martial arts morons.
"Get lost. You rotten discriminatory assholes. Let's never meet again."
At my send-off, the trio bolted from the guild like they were fleeing for their lives.
Of course, the extra konpeito was mine.
Serca glanced back at me as she ran, but I made a charging gesture, and she freaked out, sprinting away. God, I hope we meet again sometime.
Half-dead, ideally.
"Fucking idiots. Hope you croak somewhere."
I prayed to the Buddha in my heart for their demise.
Anyway, I had some important business left.
"Uh, excuse me. Sir?"
"Hm? What is it?"
"I heard that with this quest, I qualify for D-rank promotion... Could you check for me?"
"Ho, promotion? You must be pretty skilled. I'll check right away. Name's... Katt, eh."
"Yes. Please."
The staffer pulled out a document and started flipping through the pages.
"Name, Katt. Adventurer from Mirkeshia. Came to Isbandt as an E-rank from Krasheim, contributed in the ogre subjugation. Hm, aside from the ogre fight, your record's average. But yeah, looks like you qualify for promotion."
"Really? Haha, guess I'm D-rank now."
"Congrats for now. Once you're D-rank, you're a true guild member. Lots of perks. Hold on a sec."
He vanished briefly and returned with a paper.
"Here's your promotion certificate. Sign it and fill in your personal details as thoroughly as possible. I mean thoroughly. Can't have impersonators causing issues. Though with your looks, doubtful anyone'd try."
"Yeah, my appearance is a bit unique. Got it."
I took the paper and wrote out my details at length. Born in Mirkeshia, long hair, black hair and eyes, quests done in Isbandt, height, all the nitty-gritty.
I'd mentioned it once before, but this world's language was no issue for speaking, listening, or writing. Pretty handy perk, considering most low-rank adventurers were illiterate. Scary shit.
Ah, fuck. Don't tell me this is gonna turn into another nightmare? I'd forgotten about it for a while.
"Here, all done."
"Hm? Nice handwriting. Could ID you by that alone."
"Aw, really? Heh heh."
"Promotion fee's 2 silvers. Got cash on you?"
I nearly checked out to the afterlife right there.
No fucking way!
"Pardon?"
"Don't freak. It's 2 silvers for promotion. Like I said, D-rank makes you a real guild member. It's like a membership fee. No money now? Come back anytime you have it, and we'll process it."
The staffer explained calmly, like he'd done this a thousand times.
I almost lost my shit and frothed at the mouth, but his logical explanation made sense. Joining any group costs something.
"...I have it. I'll pay now."
"Smart choice. Drag it out, and it just gets worse. With enough experience for D-rank, you should have spare coin anyway."
Trembling, I gripped my hand steady and handed over two silvers. No bullshit, this was an unimaginable expense... But D-rank meant better-paying quests, so an investment for the future. I calmed myself that way. Still, my fist shook.
"2 silvers received. Badge issuance and processing takes 2-3 days, so come back the day after tomorrow."
"Got it. Thanks."
"You've got manners. You'll go far."
"Nah. Thank you. See ya."
Two days. I stood and headed out. Still morning. Earned 60 coppers, spent 2 silvers—140 coppers down. Plus repair and food costs coming. Spending too much lately.
"Hm, nothing."
No signs of ambush on the way to the smithy.
The crazy trio might've rounded up friends for a beatdown. Fuck. Work's only peaceful during the job; afterward, it's shit.
Anyway, reached the smithy. Picked a quiet one, showed my sword. The smith's eyes bulged, and I asked.
"Customer, did you grill meat with this sword or what?"
"Something like that. Can you fix it?"
"20 coppers. Won't take long, but I'm busy... Come back tonight. And grilling with your sword? Treat your weapon better."
Perfectly reasonable reaction.
No need to brag about cleaving a monstrous dryad with a fire sword. Paid up, nodded with a smile, and left.
Stomach growling. Grab food and booze, head to the lodging. Celebrate the promotion success. Watched for muggers and pickpockets while walking carefully.
Without my sword, just a pathetic cripple.
Even as a taekwondo 3rd dan monster, beating armed foes barehanded? Impossible. If trouble brewed, full sprint away.
But nah, just paranoia.
Spectacles like that don't happen often. Bought food and booze, finally at the lodging. Key in the lock, turned the knob.
A woman inside to greet me.
What a joyful homecoming.
Creak.
"Hey, Cloudee. I'm ho... Ack!"
Whoosh!
The moment I opened the door, something lunged at me.
"You're late."
"Ah..."
It was Cloudee. Like she'd known from the door creak, in her underwear, she hugged me fiercely, showing her joy. "Nngh..." She moaned, rubbing her cheek against my face.
"Welcome's a bit much?"
A smile crept on my face.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and stepped inside. Door open for lovey-dovey? Too shameless. Confirmed it shut, then advanced slowly.
"...I thought you'd come at night, seriously. How long you make me wait? Kept waiting, you don't show... Was so tough. Alone without you now... "
Cloudee pulled back, pouting sulkily as she complained. I raised a hand, stroking her ear. She loved having her earlobe twisted. Watching her melt in real-time, I replied.
"Heh, sorry. Things ran late. You won't believe what happened. Night wouldn't cover it. No lie, thought I'd faint three hundred times."
"Yeah, yeah. Later. Quest succeeded, right?"
"Of course. Call me D-rank adventurer Kim Katt from now on."
Confident answer, and like she'd waited for it, Cloudee kissed me.
Not even 5 minutes in the room, sis. Thought she'd stop at moderate, but no—straight to main event, tongue getting wild.
"Hup... Hup... Haa... Katt... I... now..."
"Whoa, hey... W-wait..."
Cloudee grabbed my wrist with unbelievable strength, guiding my hand to her womanhood. Touching it, soaked already. Dripping wet.
"Haa... Haht, know... how long I waited?"
She spoke in a melted voice after parting lips. Her hazy eyes begged desperately. No resisting erection. Stroked her drenched panty outside, then slipped inside.
"Haa... Haa... Good... Keep touching... Nnght."
Caressing her sex, she surrendered fully, blissful face. Could do it now, but post-battle filthy. Enjoyed her reactions a bit, then pulled out.
"Ah, but I gotta wash first. Wait."
"W-wait...!"
Ignored her protests, stripped, entered shower. Cold water rinsed my body. Felt incredibly refreshing. Washed sweat-soaked skin, mouth. But despite cold shower, my erection stood firm, no sign of subsiding.
Male hormones exploding. Wanted to thrust deep into Cloudee, unload semen. She'd smile through creampies, no matter how many.
Shower done, stepped out.
Cloudee sat on the bed, head turned away. Her crossed legs' beauty was art. Elf mix made them endlessly long. Fishnets once? She'd wear if asked. Buy some next time.
"Cloudee. I worked hard—no praise?"
"..."
"C'mon, don't be like that. Sorry."
Mad I ditched mid-caress for shower. Naked, I pulled her in, buried face in her breasts.
"Cold."
"Huh? Cloudee? No praise or reward? I seriously suffered. Thought of your face to barely endure."
"Fine. Got it."
She giggled, pushed me lightly, unhooked bra. Her unusually swollen breasts and pink nipples revealed. Breast expert Kim Katt judged: at least G-cup territory.
Lifted legs, slid off panties. Smooth womanhood tempted me. Not cheap dryad seduction—this was pure allure.
Her flowing juices glistened lewdly.
"Katt."
Undressed Cloudee crossed legs, smiled with eyes, called my name.
"Yeah."
"Good job. Really good. As expected of my chosen man. Knew you'd succeed. Yeah, good boy. So hardworking. So... reward time?"
She climbed bed, spread legs blatantly, arms out. Madonna pose radiating gentle acceptance of anything.
"Come here. Today... do whatever you want."
"Hm, but that's every day, no?"
Reward's using her body freely? We do that daily. But "whatever" sparked an old idea.
"Want something different."
"Huh? Different?"
"Yeah. Cloudee. Said whatever, right?"
"...Yeah?"
"Means you'll do whatever I ask?"
Suspicious look at my question.
Thought a bit, then cautiously asked.
"...Something you wanna do?"
"Yeah. Will you?"
"Hm... Tell me first?"
Probably something weird.
She seemed ready to bail, so I whined.
"What! You said reward! I'm singing!"
"Wha—huh? W-wait! Hold on! Katt, wait! Don't!"
"To Jongno—!"
"I'll do it! Anything! Just no singing! Whatever you say! Stop!"
Cloudee lunged, clamped my mouth.
Hot skin pressed close. "Anything"? Words to excite any man. She calmed my unstoppable singing urge, released hand.
"Hm, good. Cloudee. What I want is..."
"What..."
Revealed the wish harbored since meeting Cloudee.
"Today, don't get mad if I call you noona."
"Wh-what! I said don't call me noo—! Huh? What?"
"Wanna get praised by noona during sex. Let me call you noona."
Longtime dream. Truth: older woman fetish. Given younger or older sis, pick latter. Not sure how much older Cloudee is, but "noona" excited me more.
"Huh? Noona. Just today. Yeah?"
"Haa..."
Face beet red, Cloudee barely nodded.