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The Pig's eyes flashed.

"Heh heh. I'm gonna carve you up like sashimi."

Shraak! The crescent sword split the air, bearing down on him with lethal menace.

Bran rolled desperately across the floor, dodging for his life.

"Tch. You scurry off like a damn rat."

Bran stared down at his dagger—its edge completely gone—his face going blank with despair. 'Without a proper weapon, I don't stand a chance!' He gritted his teeth.

His gaze drifted naturally toward Stella. She was already locked in a fierce struggle with the second brother of the mercenary band. Counting on her for help was out of the question.

It was at that very moment. The GPT window flooded red, blaring out warnings.

Bran's brow twitched.

'Awakening Mode?'

He hesitated—because of a single line tacked onto the very end of the description.

While ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he wavered, the Pig came at him like a demon.

"Die!"

Shunk! "Ugh!" A stream of blood burst from Bran's body. He threw himself into another desperate roll, then snatched up the third brother's corpse sprawled across the floor and hurled it straight at the Pig.

"Eat this!"

The Pig caught his own brother's corpse and gently laid it down. In that time, Bran snatched up the third brother's longsword lying nearby.

'Finally—a weapon in my hand.' Feeling the longsword's weight settle into his grip, Bran murmured inwardly. 'The gap isn't so big after all. This is still worth a fight.'

The armor he wore was holding up well against blows to his chest. For now, Bran closed the GPT window.

"You dare defile my third brother's corpse?"

The Pig's face twisted into something monstrous.

"I'll rip you into a thousand pieces!"

Attacks from the crescent sword rained down on Bran in a wild frenzy. Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks flew savagely. But it was no longer the one-sided affair it had been—the longsword met every fierce strike head-on.

This was no ordinary weapon.

Shraak! The days of fighting purely on the defensive were over. Bran ducked low, slashing and stabbing. The wounds on his body kept piling up, but the Pig wasn't having an easy time of it either.

"Hah... hah...!" Anxiety crept into the Pig's eyes. Sweat poured down his face like rain.

Bran sneered. "What's the matter? Getting tired already?"

"Shut up, you damn rat!"

The man clearly held the advantage, but he wasn't idle either. The fight between Stella and the second brother would end soon, and its winner might well jump into this one.

"This will put an end to that stubborn breath of yours!" The Pig's eyes went bloodshot. Green Sword Energy bloomed in streaks from his crescent sword.

Gooooo! The crescent sword resonated with fierce power.

KWA-AAAANG—! Sword met sword. The longsword shuddered with a scream. Grrriind! Bran's blade was slowly driven back. One more push, and that crescent edge would punch straight through his neck.

'Damn it... the gap in weapon grade is just too big!' The man's weapon was mid-grade at the very least. Against Bran's low-grade longsword, the difference was brutal.

Crack! Fissures spidered across the longsword's surface. The moment Bran clenched his teeth—

Shunk! A blood-soaked blade burst out through the Pig's chest. His eyes went wide with shock.

"Gahk...!"

Behind him stood Stella, hair in wild disarray, panting hard. "Hah... hah... hah...!" She had barely defeated the second brother and had come running the instant her own fight was over.

Thud! The Pig crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Stella looked at Bran, relief washing over her face. "Hah... sorry I'm late. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"Not a scratch, thanks to you."

But the wound on Bran's right arm was worse than it looked. Blood kept welling from the gash. Stella immediately shouted to the staff. "Medical team! Get me an emergency kit, now!"

With bandages the staff brought, she skillfully wrapped Bran's arm. He watched her work. "Looks like you took your share of damage too."

"This much is nothing."

Before long, Bran was moved to the trading house's infirmary. To speed his recovery, he downed three of the mid-grade elixirs he'd been saving. Fwoooosh! The elixirs' medicinal energy wrapped around his body.

A little later, Stella came to his room. Despite having just come out of a battle, she'd been busy managing the aftermath. "Shouldn't you be resting too?"

"There's a mountain of things to sort out. That's the life of a trading house master."

Stella answered with a weary smile. Bran's eyes caught the shallow cuts and bruises scattered across her white nape. 'What an incredible woman.'

And then, without quite knowing why, a desire to hold her surged up through him. Bran rose quietly and stepped toward Stella. Without a word, he gathered her into his arms.

"...?"

It felt like embracing a giant marshmallow—soft, warm breasts pressing against his chest.

"Hah..." Stella drew a small breath. Her face flushed crimson. "I still have... a mountain of work to do..." It came out like a faint protest, but she made no move to leave his arms.

Then—Ding.

Bran quietly set the fox mask down on the bed—the mask he hadn't removed even once during his treatment. At the sight of his bare face, Stella's pupils dilated for an instant before softening into a gentle smile as she caressed his cheek. "So this is the face you've been hiding."

Her lovely face drew near. Her crimson lips were impossibly tempting.

Mwah. Their lips met.

Chuu! Mwah! Mwah! "Hah... hah... hah..." Amid the feverish kiss, Stella's sweet breath tickled his ear.

Perhaps it was the elixirs ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he'd taken for treatment, but Bran felt vitality overflowing from deep within. The medicinal energy still lingering in his body became a catalyst, stoking his desire into something far more ferocious. His cock stood harder than it ever had, and like a bar of heated iron it pressed firmly into Stella's smooth belly.

Chuu... Their lips slowly parted, and Stella, her face burning red, quietly rose and locked the infirmary door.

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Click. The sound of the lock was like a thrown switch. Without either of them needing to make the first move, they began tearing each other's clothes away.

"Hah... hah... hahh." Stella's voluptuous yet beautifully toned body came into view.

Bran swept her up into his arms without hesitation, his hard forearms wrapping around her supple thighs and hoisting her into the air. Nestled against his chest, Stella kept kissing him hungrily. Mwah. Chu-chu. They sucked at each other like a pair of candies.

Bran snapped his hips forward. Shluk! His rigid, swollen cock plunged to her depths in a single stroke.

"Ahhk!"

Her pussy was already drenched. The slick, ridged walls clasped his cock in a way that felt divine. Bran seized that big ass of hers with both hands and drove into her, back and forth. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Her juices poured out like erupting lava, streaming down around him.

Her sweet tongue above, her springy, gripping pussy below—his mind went white as if he'd wandered into an earthly paradise, shivers racing up his spine. 'Holy shit, this is fucking incredible!' Every thrust pushed thick, viscous nectar out over the surface of his cock. Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! The liquid pooled at the base of her plump ass before dripping to the floor.

Stella, clinging to his broad shoulders, shuddered head to toe as the orgasm surged up and arched her back taut. "Hiiik!" Her head tipped back, eyes rolling white. Spluuursh! A waterfall of nectar came pouring out.

Long after the flood, Stella started bouncing on him again. Shluk-shluk! Shluk-shluk! As if his cock were a magic wand conjuring pleasure, she rolled her hips in smooth, sweeping circles and slammed that broad pelvis down again and again. Creak! Creak! Creak! Her moans rose higher and higher. "Haaaaah! Haaaahk!" There were patients and medics in the very next room, but she couldn't have cared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠less.

Squeeeze! At the peak of ecstasy, Stella's pussy clamped down on him once more with crushing pressure. "Ugh!" For Bran too, in that moment, the pleasure of Stella's premium pussy outranked anything else in the world. Shluk! Shluk! Shluk! "Hahk! Hahk! Hahk!" "Hah! Hah! Hah!"

And so their fevered cries went on deep into the night.

It had been an ordeal, but the black market trip had paid off handsomely. He'd picked up mid-grade armor for next to nothing and sold his elixirs for far more than expected. He'd closed a purchase contract for a full hundred tons of hard-to-source iron ingots. And the greatest gain of all... was Stella. Her trading house would now stand as a powerful ally at Bran's side.

'And last of all...' The crescent sword the Pig had wielded. Bran gave it a few test swings through the air. He liked the heavy bite of it in his hand and the cold gleam of the blade.

The corner of Bran's mouth curled upward. 'So this is what mid-grade gets you. A fine piece of steel.' Soon after, his figure melted into the darkness. It was time to return to his House.