Chapter 323
Chapter 323
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 323
Chapter Title: Honeybee Uproar
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We managed to escape the jungle—stained with imperialism—without any further attacks.
In truth, Congo had gained independence long ago, and even the Belgians addicted to slaughter had been driven out ages before. The moment I swung my sword cleanly, it all shattered like an illusion.
The screams and cries vanished into the realm beyond reality.
But the scene that broke my mind was no illusion.
The hornets massacring the adventurers, the Belgians slaughtering ten million Congolese—it was all stark reality.
Sins don't vanish.
Karma never fades.
What we pile up endures forever.
This gloomy jungle gave me another chance to reflect on that era's brutality. And with it, a slew of realizations.
"...This is a present."
I vowed inwardly to carry this righteous heart forward, never forgetting it. As long as I gripped my sword, I could solve any problem, no matter what.
I trusted my blade.
"There's no such thing as effortless happiness."
Unlike the journey in, the procession back was smooth sailing. The rescued folks took turns carrying our gear, moving diligently without any dawdling.
No one straggled from the line.
Being kidnapped by monsters had terrified them all. Instead, they huddled close, their emaciated limbs working furiously to hurry along.
Like a flock of goblins.
"Heh heh. Blackie, you look like some dark wizard right now."
"What? Why a dark wizard?"
"Look behind you. They all look like zombies."
"..."
Anyone seeing us would swear I was an evil necromancer leading a ragtag zombie horde—no arguments there.
The rescued were drained of nutrients, skin and bones clinging together. At least that weakness meant no worries about theft.
They were probably just focused on getting back to the city.
We arrived as the sun set.
"Whoa, so many people?"
The guards' eyes widened at our group, but they waved us through without hassle. Once past the gates, joyful screams erupted from every corner.
"Alright, everyone! Good work! Be more careful from now on!"
I gathered them for a final word of advice.
Life and death are two sides of the same coin—let your guard down, and you're gone. People have to live cautiously, always.
"Thank you! Truly, thank you! I thought I was done for!"
"Sniff!"
"Thanks for saving us!"
Hearing their gratitude filled me with a real sense of accomplishment, lifting my spirits. I instructed them to return my gear.
Six stepped forward immediately, setting it all down.
Not a single item missing.
Quite the touching sight.
"Now head home!"
At my shout, they scattered into the city. They'd lost everything and would have to start over, but as long as they were alive, they'd manage.
Just like me.
Like Congo gaining independence.
"...It's been a while since I did some real good."
Guess I do have a saintly streak.
"Well, Katt. Shall we head back too?"
After watching them go, Cloudy grabbed my shoulder. Yeah, time to go. But first, sell the loot.
This was the blood money for the Congolese.
"Let's get inside. But sell this stuff first."
"Can't it wait till tomorrow? You went all out earlier, Katt—I'm at my limit."
Her lust boiling over, she clung to me. Looked like sucking her ear had gotten her riled up from the start.
"Doesn't matter what else, but the venom sacs have to go today. Back off, Cloudy."
She was in heat, refusing to let go.
It wouldn't even take two hours to sell everything... Was it that unbearable? Thinking of how she'd endured made me feel guilty.
"Doing this to Mama?"
Cloudy whispered coquettishly.
That did it—I got hard. Why did her calling herself "Mama" always do this? Conditioned response? But time was ticking; the loot would lose value otherwise.
"Ugh, Cloudy, we'll rest tomorrow, so sell first. Venom sacs drop in worth after a day."
"..."
"Tomorrow, I'll pamper you all day."
"..."
Cloudy wouldn't budge.
"Fine, everything else the day after—venom sacs now. Okay?"
"..."
This woman—plenty of time to sell and return... But seeing her hold me, love and lust exploded at once.
"Kieeeek!!! Let's go home now! I'll hold you! This junk won't fetch much anyway!"
I blurted in a frenzy, and she finally released me.
"Hee hee, no, Katt. We should sell it."
She smirked, flipping her words.
"You got me worked up—what the hell!"
"Just teasing. Teasing."
"Teasing my ass!!!!!!!!!"
I nearly dumped everything and scooped her up princess-style to sprint home.
Winia stopped me.
"Blackie, cut the crap. Sis, enough foxing around."
"Oh my, foxing?"
Anyway, I shouldered two bags, grabbed two sacks in each hand. Cloudy and Winia took the rest.
Seemed Cloudy just wanted to mess around. But if that's what she craved, I'd wrap up quick and indulge.
"Let's hustle."
Nest cores and misc tomorrow; venom sacs today. Destination: Alchemist's Guild. They were buying killer hornet sacs in bulk—easy sale.
Stayed open late too.
Found some use for them, probably.
We trudged there.
—Wriggle wriggle.
Pretty crowded.
All adventurers who'd slain hornets and harvested sacs. We weren't the only ones; parties hit the jungle from all sides for their own reasons.
Short wait, our turn.
"All of this."
—Whoosh.
I plopped the sack on the counter, untied it—venom sacs poured out. The clerk gawked.
"...That's a lot."
"Things went well. Wiped 'em out."
"Impressive skills. Let me see..."
Gloved, he sorted them into baskets.
Separating buyable from trash. Burst ones out, tiny or deformed too.
"Overall good quality. Big haul, so 2 silver each."
A bit low. Used to be 1 silver per three before bounties dropped... Market crash hurt.
Got the coin, headed out.
Outside, Cloudy and Winia chatted—about that stamina potion from earlier, sounded like.
How bad did they want it?
"Katt, done?"
"Blackie, let's go."
"Yeah."
Inn and guild apart, so full night by the time we reached our cozy home.
Lit up, stripped gear—Winia pulled a small vial from the drawer, handed it over.
"...What's this?"
"Drink."
Last recovery, I'd chugged "stamina boosters" nonstop, but this was new.
"First time seeing it... Not weird, right?"
"Blackie, would I feed my Blackie junk? All good for you. Want you healthy till 100."
"Getting milked daily like this, doubt I'll hit ten."
"So you hate it?"
"Nah, not hating... Gimme."
Even pounding full-force, they passed out in under ten anyway. Why feed this for some glory?
Might overdo it, leave 'em wrecked yet unsatisfied, jerk off till dawn tragedy.
Just cowgirl like recovery time?
Fine then.
—Gulp.
Winia said effects took time, drink early—I did. Slight bitter, but fine.
"Katt, come in."
"Heh heh heh, yeah."
Into the bath as usual.
Tub tight for three, but bodies pressed nice. Filling it, we washed every inch, playful hands roaming.
Nude Cloudy and Winia—pure bliss touching them.
"Eek... Katt, already?"
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Nngh, yeah, but."
Cloudy's slit soaked already. Teasing the entrance bent her waist—I kept at it, then to Winia's breasts.
"Blackie, using sis's juice on my tits? Kinda off, no?"
"Huh."
Didn't think—realized now, past lewd into weird.
Cloudy's nectar-slick hand on Winia's chest? Basically lotion.
—Fondle fondle.
But I didn't stop.
Winia arms behind head, elbows out—inviting, no real complaint.
"Then Winia, yours okay?"
"Still weird."
"No?"
"Sigh, whatever."
Cloudy floods more than Winia half. Switched to Winia's sex.
"Kuht...! Just your hands improving...!"
Under a minute rubbing, thighs clenched, hips slow-grinding. Gulping sounds intensified.
Oh, she's gone.
"Haaaaahhh!!!"
Climax nectar overflowed my fingers.
"Better now?"
"Haa... haa..."
Per her wish, coated her breasts. Seemed satisfied enough.
"Ah, tub's full."
Water topped—Winia dipped staff end in. No hot water here; magic heat.
Soon warmed.
"Whew, magic's convenient."
We slipped in slow: Cloudy, me, Winia. Harem sandwich perfect.
"Ahhh, warm. Melting... Katt, feel the effects yet?"
Cloudy behind, fingers tracing my pecs scars—signal fired.
"Uh, uh... Feels normal still."
Tweaking Winia's nipple, answered. This arousal everyday; potion or usual? Dunno.
"Takes a bit, huh. Ah, Blackie, right there good."
"What'd you feed me? Where'd you get it?"
"Alchemist's Guild. Spotted while hunting health stuff."
"Dunno if healthy. What's it for?"
Cloudy gripped me.
Hmm... No extra kick... Huh?
Wha?
What's this off feeling?
Realizing it, Winia spoke.
"That... Sales pitch said lowers male sensitivity temporarily for marathon sessions."
What?
"Frustrated guys unsatisfied from quick finishes go wild stallion-style—that's the pitch—Kyaaak?!?!"
"What the hell did you feed me, you bitch!!!!"