Chapter 125
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: D-rank Adventurer Kim Katt
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I hugged Winia tightly, pressing our bodies close.
Her massive breasts squished against my breastplate, flattening out. They were overwhelmingly huge—nothing like Claudy's respectable pair. Hell, they might even hold the dreams of all mankind.
As we stayed like that, it felt like the warmth from her chest was gradually heating up my cold breastplate.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the guy who unified Japan during its Warring States period amid swords and blood, started out as a lowly servant fetching Oda Nobunaga's sandals. He got promoted to one of Oda's key retainers thanks to some bizarre anecdote: on a freezing winter day, he warmed his lord's chilled straw sandals with his own chest,感動ing the guy.
'The fuck? Are you insane? What are you doing with my sandals?'
'Just warming them, my lord. Didn't want your feet to get cold.'
'For real?!'
To us, Toyotomi Hideyoshi's just the asshole who started the Imjin War, but you can't deny he was a man with tits warm enough to heat sandals.
In the end, that's why he unified Japan—warm tits.
"You calm now?"
After holding on for a good while, I naturally loosened my arms.
I picked up her fallen hat and placed it back on her head. She was wiping away the faint tears with the back of her hand... She looked so pitiful.
A powerful mage who could roast a hyper piece-of-shit like me with one spell, yet right now she seemed as fragile as her small stature suggested.
She was actually younger than me, too.
Damn bitch.
"..."
Winia, now calming down, looked up at me again.
More than her reddened eyes or flushed cheeks, the cleavage below them was seriously distracting. Her breasts were so huge you could even see the blue veins on the inner sides.
Her open-shoulder robe exposed her collarbone and neckline completely, darkening my gaze naturally. The line of her shoulders, the exposed underarm below, and the breasts hanging there.
As I stared, Winia reached out her hand.
"...Hand."
"..."
...No, this bitch really.
For a second, I thought she was treating me like a dog, but her face said otherwise. She just wanted to hold hands, probably. Squeezing my brain for how to explain and apologize to Claudy, I took her tiny hand—smaller than I remembered.
"...You don't hate this blacky, right?"
With my gauntlet on, I couldn't feel any warmth, but she must have sensed the chill because she asked cautiously.
Hate her...
I still wasn't sure.
The human heart isn't black-and-white.
But she did look pitiful, that much was true.
"Dunno."
"What? Answer properly!"
"Ah, ow! Loosen your grip! I don't hate you! I said I don't hate you!"
Suddenly, Winia clamped down on my hand like she was trying to crush it. Her grip strength was insane—my hand nearly twisted. I flailed dramatically to pull free, and she giggled brightly.
She'd always enjoyed watching me in pain, past and present.
Just her natural personality, I guess.
"Blacky. You said you're looking for party members, right?"
"Yeah. Gotta go recruit soon."
Truth was, I didn't have time to waste. I needed to park myself at the guild and snag some glorious, concept-approved D-rank buddies (yay). Ones ready to deploy tomorrow. Not even sure if I could find any starting now.
Since the beginning is half the battle, I had to button this historic promotion quest right. Good memories with good comrades. Building rapport with D-rankers would pay off long-term.
"Party with me."
"Hm?"
"Do it with me."
Winia said it to me as I pondered.
I'd half-expected this.
"No, what makes you think you wanna—"
"Everything you do is some shitty nonsense anyway. I'll tag along. Whatever it is, you need a mage, right? I'll go with you."
"Fair point, but..."
With Claudy already in, adding a C-rank mage like Winia would make things stupidly easy. She could burst down cockatrices, if not ogres.
Hobgoblins? One-shot city.
Mages are premium talent.
Low-tier monsters can't resist magic.
But at 2 silvers a day, it might be chump change for her...
Cutting my thoughts, Winia tilted her head.
"So, you in or what?"
Like I could refuse.
Total grassweed Kim Katt was weak to this approach.
"Then meet me in front of the guild tomorrow morning."
"Heh heh. Got it."
Grinning happily, Winia spun around.
Looking back, seeing her smile like this wasn't rare. Even when she beat the shit out of me, she'd always grinned like that around me.
Back then, I thought it was some psycho bitch laughing after hitting someone—still do. Winia wasn't normal. Beyond that, she bordered on mentally ill.
But she was genuinely enjoying herself then, just like now.
I could tell.
Women's hearts are reeds in the wind.
If she truly hated or ignored me, she wouldn't bother seeking me out to make a fuss. Twisted affection, maybe... I still didn't get it fully, but it made past events click.
"Anyway, see you tomorrow. Come to the guild in the morning. Oh, right—the quest's hobgoblin hunting. Ever done those? I haven't."
"You think I'm you, blacky?"
"Yeah, figures."
Her rank was higher.
More experience, probably knew more.
Winia, who'd been staring into my eyes, turned away.
"Me, last time, that... the inn we went to together. Remember?"
She said it with heavy embarrassment. The fancy inn we hit after the ogre hunt. Great facilities—I'd been impressed. I lived in a similar spot now.
Winia and I had gone at it there for a full 24 hours straight. Full-on abuse mode, pinning her down savagely and dumping my aged rage inside her. I'd manhandled those jiggling tits right in front of me now, too.
Unforgettable.
Mentioning that place? No wonder she was embarrassed. Thinking back on my ravings made my face heat up. Emotions high, I'd spewed everything.
"Of course I remember."
"I'm staying there."
Her hesitant words, plus the sexy vibe...
This might be seduction.
"Gotcha. Cool."
"...Nothing to say?"
Winia dipped her head slightly, hat brim hiding her face. All I saw was her biting her lip hard.
Something to say.
"About that time?"
"...Yeah."
What to say?
Manly Kim Katt doesn't make excuses.
Grassweed Kim Katt doesn't blame women.
And I, Kim Katt, don't apologize.
"Not really... Wait, did you get back safe?"
"..."
No excuses, no blame, no apologies—nothing left to say.
Winia looked up.
"Blacky... Wanna come with?"
Huge courage from her.
I wasn't dumb enough to miss "where."
"Where."
But I refuse.
"Where...? Blacky, you talking to me like that?"
"..."
That was then; now I have a "master."
Don't think cheap seduction works on an honorable warrior with a steel heart. No matter how big the tits, no means no. Shake 'em all you want—steel won't melt.
Steel's melting point is 1400°C.
Human body temp? A measly 37°C.
"Can't. Girlfriend's waiting. You saw her last time? Claudy. Told her I'd be back early tod—"
"So."
"..."
"Won't come?"
"...Yeah."
I stood rigid like a statue. Winia's fists trembled. But my heart wouldn't budge.
"You shitty bastard... shitty bastard!"
Shaking with rage, Winia yelled.
"Shitty bastard! Shitty bastard! Shitty bastard!"
Her cursing continued. Surprisingly no "motherfucker" or "dog dickhead"—maybe her holding back.
"Hey, this isn't that bad a—"
"Shut up! I'm going!"
She shrieked.
I glanced awkwardly and waved.
"Alright, bye then..."
Her face twisted at my gesture; she raised her staff. Whoa, fuck! What the—! I flinched to dodge, but she said softly.
"...See you tomorrow."
"Huh? Ack!"
Suddenly, she hooked the staff around my neck and yanked.
Our faces neared. She whispered in my ear.
"Tomorrow, blacky. Run again and I won't forgive you. I'll hunt you down and kill you."
"..."
Killing intent dripped from her words; I shut my trap.
"So don't run. Be there tomorrow morning. If not... I'll keep waiting."
"...Don't worry."
Last bit lacked confidence.
Still, I told her not to.
Promise made—we'd work together tomorrow.
"Finding a mage like you ain't easy."
Relieved, she lowered the staff.
We were close to face-to-face again.
"...Blacky."
"What."
Head bowed, Winia spoke again.
"Hug me once more."
Not hard. I pulled in the burrowing Winia. Rubbing her head against me like this stirred pity I didn't have before.
Ah, men!
How did I rack up so much guilt!
Right now, I was Guilty-Prince Kim Katt, burdened with sins!
After that, Winia vanished like last time, saying little. Just one more plea to show up tomorrow morning. I reassured her with a few words before sending her off.
"Ah, fuck."
I headed straight back to the Adventurer's Guild.
Needed members, but I'd wasted more time than expected.
Party: me, Claudy, Winia—solid lineup. One more for stability.
Three might work fine.
Still, a priest would be ideal. Wonder if Elise would come to Isvant. Probably not without reason.
If hiring clergy, someone with combat experience—a priest or nun. Skip total trash like custom orders.
Back at the guild, I scanned for people.
No luck.
Lunchtime rush over, only jobless loafers left. I was one too, basically.
Fuck it, go with three? Or count an F-rank porter—makes four. Three-way 10-silver split is 3.3 each. Tip 5 coppers, still good money.
Hobgoblins smarter than goblins—might loot well. Pay explodes then. That's why I needed one more...
Wish Kobson were around—perfect. But he's MIA when needed. Where the hell is that guy?
Sunset hit with no gains; I trudged back to the inn.