Chapter 601
Chapter 601
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 601
Chapter Title: Scent of Spring
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I woke up after sleeping in nice and long, and the morning sunlight felt wonderfully warm.
It had been a while since all four of my wives and I had gotten up at roughly the same time, so I was lying in bed, fondling and playing with their soft skin, indulging in a bit of lazy morning fun.
"...You wanna head to the guild, darkie?"
Winia murmured as she gently gripped and stroked me.
"Winter's finally over. Time to get moving."
Today, I planned to swing by the Adventurer's Guild to look for some work.
I'd stop by the church too, but they tended to hand out long-term missions, so it made sense to grab something short and sweet from the guild first.
That Saintess reputation quest was already done and dusted, anyway.
No need to push it.
"More than anything, my body's aching all over. I'm going nuts here. I gotta get out."
Five wives weren't enough to satisfy this raging lust. Staying cooped up at home had let my desires explode out of control.
No matter how much we did it, I kept getting hard again endlessly. It was wearing me out, and them too.
The only fix was to head outside and vent it all through some good old sword-swinging. That ought to bring me back to normal.
"Ugh... No wonder it's been getting worse lately. Makes sense... Sorry, darkie. I want to take care of it all, but you're just too much for me."
"Heh heh heh, it's fine. What's the big deal?"
Winia kept stroking me as she spoke.
She was struggling with my skyrocketing libido too.
"...I'm sorry. Even as your wife, I can't calm you down."
Lisha chimed in with a regretful look on her face.
This made me feel really bad.
"I said it's okay. It's just my constitution. Thanks anyway, Lisha."
"Still, it doesn't sit right with me..."
"Oh man, Lisha. C'mere."
It wasn't that my wives couldn't satisfy me. I just loved it so much I wanted to keep going forever. But they didn't have the stamina to match mine.
"Sis, I get it if you're not gone for too long... but yeah, being stuck at home when you should be out adventuring builds up some frustration. That's just how young guys are."
I was sucking on Lisha's breasts when Karin poked my cheek and said that.
"Is that it? 'Cause my hands are literally shaking to grab a sword."
"Good attitude. Honestly, I'd love if you stayed home, but guys gotta have that itch to get out there."
As a fellow swordswoman, she totally got my current state.
"You adorable little punk."
"The thrill of heading out."
Kim Katt had three primal urges from the start.
Lust, hunger, and sleep.
But now, a destructive impulse had joined the mix.
I wouldn't calm down until I got out there and smashed something. Mana had amplified my power—and my urge to destroy along with it.
"Heh heh heh, you've been resting a long time. So, Katt, now that spring's here, wanna get back to grinding?"
"Heh heh heh, yeah. Damn right."
Claudy grinned and clenched her fists with both hands. A sign she wanted me to hustle this year too. Of course I would.
I wondered just how strong I'd be by next year.
Time to train hard with that in mind.
"Alright, I'm heading out for the first time in ages. Winia, Claudy—you wanna come?"
"No... I can't move."
"Well, I don't think I can either... Not fully recovered yet..."
The two of them looked troubled as they spoke.
Guess I overdid it again.
"Heh heh heh, then rest up. I'll be back soon."
I gave each of them a quick kiss, grabbed my panties and shorts, slipped them on, and opened the door.
After coming back from wrecking Elise and those Fog Plains heretics, I hadn't done much else. Just endless sex at home all day, some training, and nonstop spars with Karin. That was it.
I'd kept my battle senses sharp through all those spars with Karin, but without real blood on my blade, I'd just rust away and fall behind.
My vacation-slash-winter break ended the moment spring arrived.
Time to earn some pocket money for Ari too.
Spring meant plenty of jobs.
The guild was bound to have a ton suitable for me.
"Father, you're back late today."
"Just a bit tired. C'mere, Ari."
"Yes!"
I plopped down on the sofa and started petting her as usual to kick off the day. Ari stared at me and said,
"Father, are you sure you don't want my help? I know I could do it well."
"I appreciate the thought, but I said no."
"Still..."
"Your feelings are more than enough for me, Ari."
She was innocent and naive, but her heart was pure and sweet.
"..."
Ari blushed, closed her eyes, and parted her lips.
This twisted sense of taboo always unsettled me. I'd thought about using a cup once, but even a little reflection showed that'd be even creepier.
After feeding her my load, I headed to the bath, washed up, and came out.
"Ari, I'm stepping out for a bit. Be good and listen to your aunts."
"Okay, I will."
To Ari, my wives were like a bunch of aunts.
Anyway, she'd smartly gathered all my gear while I bathed. I praised her and ruffled her hair, and she beamed happily.
"Alright, I'm off."
"...Will you be late?"
"Nah, shouldn't be."
As I turned to leave, Ari grabbed my wrist and hesitated.
"..."
"Ari?"
She had something to say.
"...Let me do that too."
"Do what?"
"Kiss."
A kiss?
"I want to kiss you too, Father. Everyone else gets one when you leave. I want that too."
"Uh..."
A goodbye kiss, huh.
This could pass as a sign of affection, right?
"Sure, why not."
"Hee hee hee, yay! Okay."
I leaned in to peck her cheek, but suddenly Ari wrapped her arms around my head and pressed her lips to mine.
"Ack, hey, whoa!"
"Mmm, mmmph..."
Not content with just lips, she wriggled her tongue into my mouth, teasing playfully. What the hell? She meant a real kiss?
Makes sense—she'd only seen the real deal.
Instead of shoving her away hard, I gently pushed back to warn her. She didn't know better and was just venting her urges on me.
Getting mad or overreacting would hurt her feelings.
"Hee hee hee, I kissed Father."
She pulled back, face flushed, gazing at me with a seductive smile.
She was thrilled.
"No, hey—I meant on the cheek. The cheek."
"Huh? But the others..."
Every time she mentioned "the others," I had no clue what to say.
"You're not my wives. That's just for them."
"Oh? Hee hee hee, well, we kissed today, so it's fine. Anyway, have a safe trip, Father. I love you."
"Did you even hear me?"
...How do you argue with that smile?
Ari didn't answer, just waved with a bright grin. I waved back and headed out.
Thud, thud.
Spring's gentle warmth had settled over Isvant.
People who bundled up thick all winter were shedding layers. It wouldn't be long before idiots started strolling around shirtless.
Me? Full combat priest gear.
A bit warm, but bearable.
Plan for the day: Check the guild for jobs, pop into the church to greet the Saintess, hit the martial arts guild for a quick weighted training session, then home.
That was the itinerary as I arrived at the guild.
Spring really was the season of new beginnings—despite the late hour, it was packed. Judging by their gear, mid-tier adventurers. They shouted to recruit party members.
No sign of Kobson.
Last I saw him, he'd tanked hard at the casino. Hope he was okay. Anyway, I went straight to the counter and asked the staff what was up.
"D-rank Katt... Perfect timing. Got something right up your alley."
The clerk was a balding middle-aged guy.
"What's that?"
"You've heard the buzz about that drake pack showing up, right? That's it."
"First I've heard of it."
"News to you? You must not get out much."
I hadn't.
I asked for details, and he nodded, explaining.
"A massive drake pack's migrating through uncharted lands. Not unusual. But scouts confirmed their path runs right through a few villages."
A large drake migration?
If villages were in the way, extermination was the only option. Carnivorous monsters—normal villagers stood no chance.
"So what? Gotta hunt 'em down. Lord's soldiers and adventurers are already mustering. Guild's offering bounties too. Five silvers per drake head, plus matching contribution points. If you're job-hunting, that's your best bet."
"Got it."
Basically, wipe out the drake infestation for pay-per-kill. Efficient, straightforward request.
Drakes.
Like cockatrices, tons of varieties, but the common ones were small subtypes—or those lizard-pulled carts in the city.
Bipedal dinosaur-like reptiles.
Difficulty varied by size, but the clerk said medium ones.
D-rank territory. With numbers, C-ranks too. E-ranks could manage in parties.
"Where do I go?"
"Schled Village—they're gathering soldiers and adventurers there. Probably planning an ambush at the pass. Hit stragglers, set traps, whatever. Doesn't matter how, just bring heads for payout."
Schled was a trek away.
They'd mass there and block the migration for the kill.
"Heh heh heh, thanks for the rundown. I'll head that way."
"Smart choice. We need D-rank powerhouses like you. Oh, and the young lady's leading the extermination force. Catch her eye, and you might score a bonus. Give it your all."
"Young lady?"
—Oh ho ho ho ho!
That oh-so-aristocratic laugh echoed in my ears. The red roll-bun-haired greatsword user.
Always on the scene when the city's in trouble. Figures she'd be here too.
I asked a few more questions, skimmed the board, and stepped out. Looked like a solid gig. Big group, good rewards.
Drakes were useful monsters.
Skins for armor, bones and horns for weapons. Meat was tasty too—city'd be flooded with drake jerky soon.
Chance to make bank either way.
Nothing here could challenge me.
E-ranks risking life, D-rank vets cashing in—but for a C-rank-plus like me, pure opportunity.
Time to slice some monsters and pocket change.
I stretched as I headed to the church.