Seeing Off Isana
After seeing Isana off, I headed to the Choice Inn that Skel had recommended.
How long had it been since I'd come here?
For a modern guy used to renting clean, cozy rooms, spending even one night in a filthy stable swarming with flies was no small ordeal. That's what pushed me to resolve to climb the tower—and after that, well... things unfolded pretty much as I'd told her.
At this point in time, the railings are still intact, huh.
The Choice Inn was your standard cheap lodging that any tower resident could afford without breaking the bank. The food was mediocre, and the atmosphere was rowdy thanks to the crowds drawn by the low prices. Fights would break out every night among the drunks, which was why most of the railings ended up smashed. Lost in memories, I sat at an outdoor table, taking in the scenery. I'd come here often up until the 85th floor, but after that... nothing. Probably around then that the elixir's side effects started hitting me.
"Welcome. Dining alone?"
A dwarf no taller than 140 cm came over to take my order in the hall. I recognized him—one of the senior guys working at the inn. Our connection wasn't long-lived, though. He headed into the tower not long after I did, and around the same time, he vanished. Meaning he died inside.
"I'm waiting for someone. Mind if I sit here?"
"No problem if you've ordered ahead. You can stay as long as you like."
I ordered beer and some simple nuts. The beer was lukewarm without a hint of chill, and the almonds at least looked roasted. I cooled the beer with magic. Ice—basic stuff.
Wonder when she'll show.
As I waited, watching the brawl unfolding inside the inn and the antics of fellow Earth humans fresh from some gritty medieval fantasy world putting on their show, the sun had dipped below the horizon. The wolf-shaped moon filled the sky.
Then, stumbling along hesitantly like she was lost, I spotted Isana.
I didn't wave like an idiot or call out. Just watched. Even as drunks threw their arms around her shoulders and harassed her, and she shoved them away in disgust—I kept watching silently.
Eventually, she noticed my gaze and stormed over, her face twisted with venom. Now she looked like the woman I knew.
"Hey! You!"
She had a lot to say, but that lasted only a moment. Spotting the beer in my hand, she snatched it roughly and chugged.
"Gulp... Who knew you could get stuff like this here too...."
"Not my thing."
"Anyway! You have no idea how much I suffered in that tower!"
"Didn't expect you'd launch into your heroic tales right off the bat."
"Ugh! It was tough, okay?!"
"What happened to the sword I gave you? In your inventory?"
"Oh, that...."
Isana pulled the familiar sword from her inventory and handed it over. This near-divine weapon, one of a kind in the tower world, was trashed—chipped teeth weren't enough; the blade was snapped clean off.
I figured it'd end up like this.
Infinite attack power and durability. A weapon that shifted form and performance based on the wielder's mindset as the Sword God. No wonder the current Isana had wrecked it. She hadn't yet forged the mentality of a true warrior. In time, that sword would restore itself, manifesting its master's resolve in its appearance.
"Sorry! You gave it to me and I wrecked it."
"You know about its properties, right?"
"It's not just some ordinary sword? What's special?"
She hadn't even grasped its value.
"...Never mind. As long as you used it well. Just don't toss it."
"Where'd you get this sword?"
She'd already downed one beer and, sharp as ever for a first-timer, beckoned the dwarf server for another. The second mug arrived quick; she sipped it down.
"How'd you clear the first floor?"
"I'll throw that back at you. How'd you clear the first floor?"
At that, Isana started to speak but clamped her mouth shut. Not lost in thought—she literally couldn't say it.
One of the Tower's Rules. In other words, an absolute law set by the god. You couldn't share how to overcome the tower's trials with others. Parties could enter together, sure, but that was it.
"Why... can't I talk?"
"Looks like tower strategies can't be shared."
"So you can't tell me. But didn't I head out first?"
"...There's this portal that teleports you right near the tower quick."
"What!? Something like that exists?"
"Got there before you, cleared it early. Got that sword on the first floor."
"Wait, you said you weren't going in!"
Caught changing my tune after saying I wouldn't go, I came up with a lame excuse.
"Well, I thought it over—if I wanna eat and survive, I need starting cash first."
"Then you should've gone in with me from the start!"
She huffed angrily, slamming back the beer.
"Drink slow. You'll get wasted."
"Beer doesn't get me drunk."
"Earth beer and this stuff might be different."
"Oh...."
Time had slipped past midnight. The inn was still buzzing with drunks, but it was bedtime. After days of sleeping rough and today's ordeal in the unfamiliar tower, Isana's eyes were drooping half-shut.
"Sleepy?"
I'd seen it coming when she started pounding the beer. Relaxing meant buzzed, and her body was exhausted.
I grabbed a passing dwarf. Asked about empty rooms; he glanced between me and Isana.
"Only one single left. That okay?"
"Fine by us."
"Room 312 it is. This way."
I half-dragged the nearly passed-out Isana inside.
"Have a good night."
The door clicked shut as the dwarf left.
I tossed the limp Sword God-to-be onto the bed and flopped down myself. Moving a knocked-out girl in my current state wasn't easy. Panting and out of breath, I gazed at the soundly sleeping Isana.
Damn bitch. Thought the second round would be easier, but yesterday and today it's like babysitting an infant.
"If you weren't so pretty...."
I grabbed her cheek. Fingered the soft texture, then trailed down to her damp nape.
Buried my face in her perfectly defined collarbone, sniffing... Sour sweat mixed with a sweet scent.
Then down to her perky breasts. Memories of last night flooded back—the wild frenzy as we stripped and ravaged each other. I craved those moans again, the chirpy gasps spilling from her lips like morning birdsong whenever I teased her protruding nipples.
I kneaded her tits lightly through her clothes. Stripping her would be easy, but forcing myself on a girl turned to mush by booze and fatigue wouldn't be good for either of us.
Still in her crop top, her exposed white abs and navel were on display. I bit and sucked the dip of her stomach, leaving a mark. Tongued her navel.
Habit from Predatory Emotion, maybe—always tasting everything.
Not pleasant scent or flavor.
Finally, I shoved my face between her legs. Her jeans hugged her hips; the crotch was frayed, reeking sour like she'd pissed herself. And oddly damp.
That was enough sexual toying. As I straightened up to lie side-by-side on the narrow single bed—
Her leg hooked over, wrapping my waist. She bolted upright, straddled me, and glared down with wide, fierce eyes.
"...If you're gonna do it, do it right."
Do what? I hesitated, and she leaned in for a kiss. Girlish peck at first, then she sensed it wasn't enough and crushed her mouth to mine. Her tongue plunged deep, warm and thrilling—my arousal exploded.
Dazed only briefly, I matched her fervor as she devoured me.
"Haat...♡ Nn, eut... Hnng. Chuuuup."
Our saliva dripped, soaking the sheets. Straddling me, pinning my arms, she greedily licked at my mouth.
Unable to hold back, I flipped her. Her ass up toward the ceiling; she squirmed, embarrassed.
"N-no! Not like this...♡."
"You started it!"
I yanked off her annoying jeans. Her moon-pale ass cheeks emerged; I buried my nose between.
Already soaked from her pussy juices, sour-sweet scent filled the air.
"Ah♡ Nn, heek!"
Spread her cheeks, exposed the buried clit, teased it with my tongue. Birdsong moans as a waterfall gushed—I gulped it like fresh cola, mouth sealing her.
Tongue relentless: sucking, licking, tormenting the bumpy, popped-out nub.
Her hips twitched, fleeing the itchy, agonizing thrill.
"S-stop♡ Haa, I-I'm, gonna, cuuuum♡ Ha...eut!"
Light climax; her thighs clamped my face. Gasping for air, I pulled back—her quivering, glistening labia begged for more, trembling.
Isana lingered in afterglow, face buried in pillow, lower half exposed.
That defenseless pose—I stripped.
Sensing the rough presence behind, she turned.
"W-wait! Th-this, suddenly like♡ Heek!"
Reality of losing her virginity hit; she trembled in fear. I gave her clit a quick nibble.
Hands blocked her crotch, but no real resistance. I rubbed my cock on her slick pussy; she just pretended to block.
Drooling nectar, slippery fingers. They parted her lips by accident, exposing the hole.
My cock sliding in? Effortless.
Spluuuurt♡
"Hah, haak ah, nooo, heek... Kkuuuut!"
Cock buried, she panted, bucking her hips wildly. Mine was big—plunging navel-deep, her pussy clenched greedily.
Soft, warm folds squeezed from all sides. I held still; her body rebelled against the intrusion, and splash, splash—hot fluids soaked my groin.
"D-don't moveee... Heek, hiiing♡ Nooo!"
Pinned and gasping beneath me, she overlapped with the Sword God Isana in my mind. In her training robes, breasts bound flat with white cloth to hide her femininity, ponytail carelessly tied—that was her then.
Looking back, she'd been plenty alluring even hidden away. Why hadn't I seen her as a woman...?
Here it comes.
I thrust roughly. Pounded her pussy hard.
First-time girl screamed like she was dying. Slap! Slap! Slap! Wet thighs smacked, flesh rippling, spiderweb strands forming.
Hands kneaded her ass.
Something's off.
Unlike before, my glans hit something. That fabled cervix, primed for breeding?
She felt it too—shook her hips even harder.
"N-noo♡ Heek, ah, not inside! D-don't cum inside!"
"Don't wanna get pregnant?"
"Not... here♡"
"On Earth it'd be fine?"
"Aang♡ Don't know! Hah, please, not inside...."
Words said one thing, but her arms wrapped my back, legs locked my waist.
The Sword God's bitchy instincts ignited my pleasure.
"Ngh!"
"Nooooooo!"
Pulled back far, slammed forward. Thud!
Clinging tight, faces in each other's necks, we focused on the sensations below.
Gurgle! Gurgle! Unfamiliar ejaculation surged. Like a busted firehose, I flooded her depths with hot white seed.
Instinct rocked my hips more, pushing it deeper.
Her moans erupted; body convulsed.
"Nn... Haak...."
Isana drowned in the feel of semen seeping into her. Had life ever felt this fulfilling? Like it filled the void in my chest. All efforts rewarded with bliss.
Her tight grip loosened. Eyes glazed, face flushed crimson—I claimed her lips.
Tongue coiled unconsciously; my half-dead cock revived.
"Cum more... while kissing...♡"