Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Dragonkin Knight, Red Dragon Frederike (3)
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Ariana had finally spent the debauched night with the Demon King that she'd so desperately longed for.
She tangled her body with his until she felt utterly languid, and his superhuman stamina satisfied her without end.
His semen alone filled the sense of fullness that the paltry seed of humans could never provide.
It was absurd power.
For a vampire, blood was several times more efficient for replenishing essence than semen.
'Humans really are too pathetic.'
The fact that half of her was human didn't matter to Ariana right now.
"Haa, haa."
She'd gone at it so hard her lower body ached.
Her lower belly hurt, forcing her to waddle awkwardly when she walked.
If she tried to walk properly, even the slightest friction might make her climax.
"De-Demon King, are you alright?"
"Thanks to you."
Unlike Ariana, the Demon King rose leisurely, his broad back rippling with solid muscle.
He had unwound all the bandages before they had sex.
Having spent the night with her, the Demon King had shaken off every injury on his arms and shoulders.
It was astonishing recovery.
Even if vampire blood aided healing, hers was only half-vampire.
'Truly the Demon King...'
Ariana arbitrarily interpreted his recovery as proof of his ironclad stamina, strong enough to mend even from her deficient blood.
It wasn't entirely wrong.
The Demon King had regained his strength largely thanks to Ariana.
Her half-vampire blood had helped too, it seemed.
But above all, what had restored his body the most was sex with her.
'My power hasn't grown, but the wounds are healed.'
The injuries that hadn't properly mended for ten days now closed effortlessly.
As if sex itself were a healing spell.
The more they coupled, the firmer his flesh became.
I examined my now-perfect right hand and left shoulder.
Gazing at my body, bursting with health like never before, I marveled inwardly.
I glanced at the sheets soaked with Ariana's juices, sweat, and my semen.
They were a chaotic mess, testament to the marathon of intense sex from yesterday afternoon straight through to morning.
The sight vividly replayed the previous day's frenzy.
'Ha, just thinking about it gets me hard again.'
But now was time for work.
Just hold out a little.
Days like today weren't the only ones.
Confirming Ariana was fully dressed, I called out toward the door.
"Anyone out there?"
"Yes! Kek!"
The goblins responded to my call.
Yulia must have been out.
"I'd like the bedding tidied up."
"Got it! Kek!"
Two goblins hustled inside.
With deft hands, they straightened the blankets and bed.
Packing up and leaving, then returning with fresh bedding to remake everything—it took less than five minutes.
Pros, as expected.
"We've prepared bathwater too."
"Good work."
I turned to Ariana, who was fidgeting awkwardly behind me.
"Come on together. We're filthy with sweat, so we should wash up."
"Ah, yes! Demon King!"
She beamed ear to ear.
After bathing and returning, Yulia relayed that the village chief of Lorangleble had sent word.
For a moment, I blanked on who the chief even was.
A beat late, I recalled: the Lorangleble chief I'd given that belated gift to.
'The max-level rabbit left too strong an impression.'
I'd spent ages treating the wounds from tangling with that thing.
No wonder I'd forgotten.
"Long time no see."
With Yulia's help to disguise myself as human, I met him at the cabin I'd mentioned in advance.
It was a hut near the dungeon that we'd stumbled on while patrolling.
I'd lied that I was holing up there, a place untouched by human feet for ages.
"Ha, haha. Doing well?"
The chief rubbed his hands, flashing an awkward smile.
His skin looked much healthier than at our first meeting.
Looked like he was properly venting his lust these days.
His complexion had a fine glow.
"You've had some good nights, I see."
"Ha, haha. All thanks to you, adventurer."
"Drian."
"Pardon?"
"My name. 'Adventurer' feels too distant."
"Ah, right! Drian! Call me Alcom!"
I tossed out a fake name on the spot.
Way better than letting him keep mangling weird titles.
It doubled as identity camouflage.
He probably wouldn't dig into my background anyway, but revealing a pseudonym beat stonewalling entirely—less suspicious that way.
"So, what's this about? You don't look like you need more medicine."
"I was rude, but I wanted to hear why you'd give me something so incredible."
Glancing nervously, Alcom rolled his eyes and bowed low.
"Hear the reason, eh."
I tapped the table.
In the cramped hut, only the dull thud of my fingers echoed softly.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Only after a bead of cold sweat dripped from Alcom's brow as his eyes darted wildly did I speak.
"Simple. I want Lorangleble to prosper."
"You mean our village?"
"Yeah."
"Why...?"
A backwoods hamlet.
A tiny village only just now getting a chance to unfurl its wings.
How big could it really grow?
That's what Alcom thought.
He had ambitions to expand the place himself, but a remote mountain village had clear limits.
Far too outlying to belong to any lord—a puny speck no one with mystic medicine would covet.
"Bought some land around here. For its value to rise, the village needs to thrive."
He knew it was a lie, but he nodded anyway.
Whether truth or falsehood didn't matter.
What mattered was that this man needed him.
That alone.
'This is my chance.'
For Alcom, who'd figured on dying as a rural chief, this could upend his entire life.
He wasn't fool enough to let a once-in-a-lifetime shot slip.
"Of course! Land prices track the locals, right?"
He rubbed his hands frantically, bowing deeper.
His signature bootlick for the occasional bigwig.
"B-but how do you plan to develop the village?"
"Found a dungeon up top good for sex."
"Ah, yes! That one's keeping us fed."
"Went deeper recently. Slimes inside great for skin care and anti-aging."
"Sl-slimes?"
"Yeah. Harmless ones, no side effects."
"Word of mouth alone won't spread it far."
"True. Takes more than talk."
I crossed my legs.
Even if word travels a thousand miles, seeing beats hearing a hundred times.
Old sayings don't lie.
"They'll come soon enough. Then I'll send you a few as proof."
"......"
Alcom's eyes trembled as they met mine.
Goosebumps prickled across him; his flattery hunch snapped straight.
Sweat poured like rain, eyes darting for cues.
Classic prey stance, moments from being devoured.
Yet no sign of flight.
Instead, he pondered how to turn this to his gain.
'Sharp one.'
But too sharp.
Seeking your own path is fine, but overdo it and the end turns ugly.
Oh yes, ugly.
That's why with types like this, you scare 'em just enough and squeeze out what you need.
Smart ones don't dare challenge overwhelming might.
I drew the very medicine I'd given him from my pocket.
"This'll do. It'll grant the desires you crave."
Gulp.
Pathetic, eyes bulging in terror.
My lips curled into a grin.
"Just don't cross the line. Step over it, and you won't like the outcome."
"Y-yes! No worries!"
"Slimes as soon as I find 'em."
I gave him a light smile.
Alcom flinched at my dismissal gesture and bolted from the hut.
"Shall I assign surveillance?"
"No need. A goblin sneaking into the village would stand out. Just plant a monitoring orb at his house."
"Understood."
Yulia bowed.
Even if Alcom flipped and betrayed us on a whim, no worries.
We had contingencies for that too.
"But seriously, slimes for skin care?"
"Ah, those? Can summon 'em soon."
I recalled the liquid slimes I'd favored in the game.
Zero damage ones.
The mystic variety.
Amy and Rebecca had entered the fringes of Dibel Forest.
They'd bypassed Lorangleble Village.
Hardly surprising.
The villagers would remember their faces.
Popping up out of nowhere would've been unwise.
"Not much farther now."
At Dibel Forest's boundary, Amy sighed while checking her hair and attire.
Even as she did, she ran at speeds utterly beyond human limits.
The pair hadn't ridden horses on the way back from Mirr.
No point—the terrified beasts had refused them outright.
"Thirty minutes tops."
"Hehe, bet he'll love hearing the mission's success."
"Obviously. Can't wait to get that scent. It's barely there anymore."
"Rebecca really loves the Demon King's smell."
"You bet."
Rebecca inhaled deeply once more.
The faint, acrid tang of rust pricked her nose, too diluted to fully intoxicate.
Eyes closed, savoring it, she lowered her voice without shifting posture.
"Someone's tailing us."
"I've sensed it."
"High skill. Even my knight instincts..."
An alien, razor-sharp gaze bore into them.
Felt for hours now.
At first, she'd chalked it up to imagination and accelerated, but it clung tighter, unshakeable.
Undoubtedly a pursuer latched on since Mirr.
Skilled enough to stalk without detection.
"Dangerous."
"Battle ready."
"Escape option too. Doesn't feel easy."
"Got it."
As Rebecca's hand drifted to her sword hilt.
"Better not draw that."
A bold woman's voice rang from behind.
Rebecca jolted despite herself.
Just the voice alone overwhelmed her.
Without Amy beside her, she'd have bolted for the dungeon then and there—but now they were together.
A buffer more than fighter, Amy couldn't flee for long; capture was inevitable.
In that case.
'Better make the biggest ruckus possible.'
"What? For real?"
Rebecca whipped out her blade and spun.
Amy's buff enveloped her simultaneously.
Speed invisible to ordinary eyes.
Yet nothing behind.
Instinct hurled her sword upward at the killing intent.
Red tresses whipped down from the sky.
"Kihahat! Faster than I figured?"
Boom!
The ground quaked as two swords clashed.