Chapter 503
Chapter 503
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 503
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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"Serial killings?"
"Yeah. I stopped by the guild and heard about it."
I said it while eagerly suckling on Winia's nipple. She lay quietly beside me, letting me nurse.
"Did my little blackie go to the guild again without my permission?"
I wondered if she was a bit annoyed, but since she wasn't pushing my head away, that didn't seem to be the case. Anyway, I kept kneading her breast diligently, drinking in the milk.
Today's mana drain had been intense, but this was helping me recover some.
"I just wanted to check if anything was up, so I popped my face in on the way back. I didn't take any jobs, though. If I'm gonna take one, I'd definitely discuss it with you first."
Whatever I do, I have to check with Winia first. She doesn't like me just grabbing random jobs because of all sorts of incidents.
"Mmm... yeah. Good thinking, blackie. Don't just take any old job—always tell me first."
"Of course."
"So, has my little blackie gotten the itch to go back to work? We made a ton of money this time—why not take a break?"
We'd scored a massive haul this time, and the cash was seriously piling up.
No money worries for the foreseeable future, but that's talk for people living day-to-day. You gonna stop working just 'cause you made a bundle? Nah, that's how you end up broke.
"Nah, not that. I just heard the story. That's all."
"Well... that's a relief, then... Ah! Blackie, suck a little gentler."
"Oh, sorry. Hey, Winia, it's not coming out anymore."
It had tapered off, so I'd sucked a bit harder toward the end.
"You already drained it all? You must've been starving, blackie."
"Heh heh heh."
I stopped nursing and sprawled out flat on the bed.
As I lay there with my hands behind my head, Karin snuck up from the side and grabbed hold of me, speaking up.
"But serial killings? Aren't those a dime a dozen? What's so special about this one?"
Man, this big sis really doesn't have the same sensibilities as normal people.
"Don't say something so gruesome."
"Even my hubby here's a reliable serial killer..."
"Gah! Who's a serial killer?!"
It's a tricky issue. There are people you can kill and still get in trouble for it, and then there are those where it's not just okay—it's downright righteous.
In modern Earth with its human rights and constitutions, murder's murder, good or bad. But this is another world.
"Serial killings" is a term reserved for cases where official residents of a city or village are the victims. Vagrants, low-rank adventurers, criminals, beggars who can't even pay taxes—they can get offed a hundred times and it won't make headlines.
The guild said it happened in some rural village far from Isvant, so odds are some psycho's stirring up trouble out there.
Could be monsters, too.
"You stab this vicious dick into me every day, and you're not a serial killer?"
Karin gave me a deeply puzzled look as she started giving me a gentle handjob. Hands that had gripped swords her whole life, but they were incredibly tender. Her warm grip stroked me up and down.
"What kinda bullshit is that?!"
"Kyahaha. Anyway, if a serial killer shows up, that's your chance. Those criminal scum are perfect for honing your skills—nothing beats lopping off their heads. You know it too, hubby. You've been improving by leaps and bounds lately, and it makes big sis happy."
I know her personality.
She's not wrong, either.
"Karin sis... you keep tempting blackie like that?"
"Cloudy's gonna say the same thing anyway. If there's an opportunity, grab it. Hubby's in a growth spurt—he needs feeding. Sword fodder or breast milk. Right?"
Whoa, seriously?
"Ah... yeah, fair enough. But Karin, I'm about to cum."
The moment I said it, she slowed her handjob a tad.
"Okay. Where do you wanna shoot?"
"Inside sis..."
"You really love creampieing, huh. Ngh... alright, then..."
The second I asked, Karin smoothly climbed on top of me and swallowed me up with her lower mouth.
—Schlup.
I couldn't resist the hot, clenching sensation. The moment I was in, I unloaded long and hard, making her back arch.
"Hyah...! Fuuuck...! Ahhn, seriously. Just sticking it in makes me cum...!"
I'd only thrust in once and creampied, but Karin's body collapsed. After holding her a bit, Lisha spoke up from the side in a worried tone.
"There's no need to get interested in something so dangerous, is there? Every time I hear talk like that, it worries me to no end."
Like Winia, Lisha's the worrying type.
Is it that bigger boobs mean more worry? Cloudy's and Karin's always tempting me with murder bait at opportunities like this, while Winia and Lisha try to talk me out of it.
"Heh heh heh, you worried, Lisha?"
"Every time I think you might get hurt, this lady gets endlessly anxious. Of course, it's not that I don't trust you... but I can't help worrying."
"..."
Lisha continued, stroking my face with anxious eyes. Seeing her so concerned made me want to pin her down right then.
"Lisha, don't worry too much. It's not a big deal."
"Still..."
Today's a no-mercy mating press for her.
"Blackie, Lisha's right. Honestly, if it's a pro serial killer, no need to bother. There's plenty of other work."
"I'll see. Don't know the details yet."
Anyway, as we fooled around on the bed, Cloudy came in through the door. She'd taken a long shower.
"Katt... serial killer?"
"Cloudy?"
Cloudy brought it up naturally while drying her hair. Guess she'd overheard.
"Fufu, with something like that, Katt can't lose. What do you think, Mama?"
"Sis?"
I have no idea what she can't lose at, but Cloudy's right.
"Spot on!!!"
Nothing's confirmed yet anyway—it might just be rumors. If it turns out real, I can investigate then.
* * *
Ever since becoming a junior priest, my life had been pure leisure.
For the past couple weeks, I'd lounged at home, training idly like crazy and hanging out with my wives. Total hedonism.
Not exactly priestly living.
No need to act the part, but without regular combat oil for the engine, Kim Katt's murder engine rusts up. Then the combat priest gear set would weep bloody tears.
So, I headed to the Adventurer's Guild with Winia.
By now, there should be new info.
"Yes... about that incident. It seems an investigation is needed."
When I brought up the serial killings from before at the counter, the staffer looked troubled as he spoke.
Needs investigation?
"What happened?"
"Well... there's been some trouble with that case."
"Explain in detail."
At my question, he started explaining.
Long story short: Clear evidence came up for the serial killings I'd heard about, so they sent a request. Multiple bodies hacked up by a sharp blade—no monster attack, human crime. A D-rank party took the job and headed out days ago, no word since.
"Maybe they're just delayed?"
"Could be, but since it's running late, they asked other travelers on that route, and got word the adventurers sent to solve it went missing."
"Missing?"
So, they sent people, no return, asked passersby on the route, and boom—missing report.
Not dire yet.
Even near the village, tracking monsters or perps through the woods could look like going missing.
Takes time sometimes.
"Isn't that common? Waiting a bit more would tell."
"True. But word is, more victims from the killings popped up."
"Ah."
Paid for adventurers, more deaths? Complaints incoming.
Basically a failed job. People dying, no adventurers in sight—fair to demand replacements.
Village paid the guild, so they can demand. Guild's figuring out next steps.
"What's the bounty on that request?"
"20 silver. Might need to send another team soon... interested? You're famous, Katt—junior priest title from the church and all."
The staffer grinned mentioning junior priest.
Guess my rep reached the guild?
C-rank promotion soon maybe.
C-rank needs achievements, trust, skill. Achievements take years, but junior priest title proves trust and skill.
Possible.
"Heh heh, guild knows too?"
"Word gets around. Better to entrust to reliable folks... most adventurers still chasing demon remnants for tickets."
Adventurers grinding lesser demons in parties for church gear tickets. Decent skill level.
Their absence leaves manpower short. Church gear's exportable stuff, not top-tier anyway.
I deferred to Winia beside me.
"Winia? What do you think? If the pay's good, worth investigating."
If adventurers got massacred by the killer, plenty of loot.
Means dangerous foe, so big drops. Looting corpses is adventurer bread-and-butter.
"Hmm... yeah, seems fine."
"Right? Sounds good."
Winia nodded and stepped forward to the staffer.
"Then, no penalty for failed simple investigation. If we solve it, we take the full bounty. That sound good?"
Reasonable terms. Adventurers might be dead, guild wants quick cleanup—no reason to refuse.
"Hmm, got it. I'll report up and let you know. Come back tomorrow same time."
"Sure."
Staffer nodded, scribbling paperwork.
Me and Winia are known high-end talent at the guild. She's C-rank mage—her terms would fly.
"Alright, blackie, let's head back."
"Yeah."
We stepped out right away.
Left early morning, so time to kill.
"Heh heh, so Winia—straight home? Or grab food?"
"Mmm... it's been a while since just us two... I wanna have some alone time with blackie. Okay?"
"Sure, let's. Where to? Magic Tower?"
"Nah? Taking blackie to an inn."
"Inn? Why?"
Sudden inn? When I asked, Winia looked up at me.
"Blackie, can't we have some just-us time sometimes? Gotta have a day where I monopolize you."
"Oh."
What a cute girl.
I instantly removed my gauntlet, clipped it to my belt, and stroked her head.
"Kuku, blackie's hand is huge."
"Yeah yeah. Shall we?"
Winia grabbed my wrist and strode off, dragging me along.