The Worst Reunion (1)

I filed the application for a dungeon expedition. From here on, I could walk in whenever I pleased.

Word had already gotten out that this was the sweetest score of a dungeon in living memory, and adventurers had come swarming. No one had found the treasure room yet, but the fear that someone else might snatch it first had me strung tight with worry.

So I pinned a notice to the association bulletin board, the one adventurers passed every day.

A helper. It meant paying a capable adventurer a heavy sum to come along and lend a hand, and the price was brutal. Helpers were skilled by nature, and the cost of hiring one even a single time was enough to fold our guild flat.

...Even so, I don't have a choice.

It was an opportunity I couldn't afford ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to miss. I didn't dare hope another dungeon with odds this good would ever come around again, and I was staking everything on this expedition. Land a fortune, and a helper's fee would be nothing. If I could seize that fortune, become a better adventurer, and set the guild back on its feet...

That was when someone who had been watching me put the notice up called out.

"Huh? Wait—are you Tyr?"

The association hall was packed with adventurers. One woman among those passing drew back the hood of her cloak, and a sleek fall of blonde hair spilled free—a pale, finely sculpted face, a bright smile, eyes lovely in a feline way and a nose sharp and straight. It was a haughty, polished beauty that could have stolen the wits from any man alive.

The moment I saw that face, the color drained from mine.

The blonde took in my expression, covered her mouth, and laughed a bright, ringing laugh.

"Oh my! It really is you, Tyr? It's been forever! Two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠years, hasn't it?"

She was one of the Academy students who used to torment me. Among them, the girl who had been especially vicious. Leader of the highest caste circle, the one who had reigned over the Academy like a queen.

Seitina.

She patted my back with those long, elegant fingers and laughed again.

"My, how lovely. Have you been well, puppy? You up and dropped out so suddenly, I was worried, you know~"

She was the only person in the world who called me that.

The sound of her voice wiped my mind white. It dragged up my Academy days—twenty years old, giddy and knowing nothing, gone there to learn magic, and the humiliation that had been waiting for me.

Seitina looked at me, the corners of her eyes curving into a sly smile.

Passing adventurers flicked their eyes to the long legs stretching out beneath her short skirt, to her large breasts and the waist cinched tight under them. And even with every man's gaze in the hall locked on her, Seitina reached for the front of my pants. Her soft hand closed around my cock.

"Oh my, you're hard? Down there's smarter than you are. Knew its master the moment it felt me."

I barely managed an answer.

"Seitina, let go. I'm an adventurer now. I dropped out, so what happened at the Academy—"

"Did you just tell me to take my hand off you?"

Seitina grinned as she studied my face.

A chill raced up my spine. My skin prickled, and a shudder ran through my whole body. Even then, the cock caught in her hand understood none of it—swollen thick, answering her with a raw, helpless sensitivity.

Seitina gave a soft little laugh and took her hand away.

"Fine! You're not one of our students anymore. I suppose I ought to treat you as an adventurer."

I was just swallowing a breath of relief when she offered me her hand.

"Take good care of me! I'm an adventurer too, you know. You're looking for a dungeon helper, aren't you? How about hiring me?"

Seitina, an adventurer? That arrogant noble girl? I had no time to be shocked. I shook my head and refused at once.

"No."

"Why? You like me. Do you hate me?"

Seitina pressed her large breasts against my chest, and their soft, heavy weight settled over me. I stepped back, but she followed, pushing me along with her chest. There was a wall behind me. Nowhere left to retreat.

Smack!

Seitina planted one hand beside my face. She ground her full breasts against my chest and smiled, sly, and those two dark eyes looked up at me.

"My little puppy—you had a one-sided crush on me, didn't you? Isn't that right?"

She kept her palm braced on the wall and pressed in closer still. Trapped between her slender arm and her body, I couldn't run. Seitina extended one long index finger toward the nape of my neck, where I couldn't so much as twitch. The finger glided up my throat, came to rest just beneath my chin, and tipped my jaw lightly upward.

"So that's why you came so hard even while they were tormenting you, isn't it? Oh? You're hard right now, too. Don't tell me you want to be put through it again, just like back then, Tyr?"

Seitina pressed her thigh into my crotch. My cock, already iron-hard, took a stimulation masturbation couldn't begin to match as she ground and rubbed it under her thigh.

She bore down. Whispering at my ear, Seitina drove that smooth thigh against my cock harder still.

Seitina blew a soft breath into my ear.

"You perverted little shit—♥"

"Nngh—ahh...!"

My hips shuddered, and I came.

From the instant Seitina's sweet scent hit me, the body she had trained stood my cock up no matter how I tried to endure it. I loathed her, and my body answered her anyway. With no regard for my will she pressed herself against me and worked my cock, and semen burst out of me. A nightmare of a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. And yet, as my crotch ground against Seitina's thigh and I spilled in a hot rush inside my pants, the pleasure was nothing masturbation had ever touched.

The memories of my Academy days came alive again...

I pulled myself together and looked at her. Seitina was a woman, and yet she was tall and long-limbed. No. Maybe I was just small for a man... No. She was definitely on the tall side. She still had her breasts and her thigh pressed to me, holding me up so my legs, gone to water, wouldn't drop me.

That was when an association clerk spotted us and called from across the hall.

"You adventurers over there! No lovers' displays in here!"

"Oh my, sorry!"

Seitina flashed the male clerk a fresh, sparkling wink, caught my wrist, and walked me out of the association building. She was laughing as if the whole thing had left her wonderfully refreshed.

"Puppy, they took us for lovers. Kya, I'm actually kind of thrilled, you know?"

Crazy bitch.

Luckily I was wearing black leather pants, so there was no visible sign I'd come. Beneath the underwear, though, everything was soaked, and a little of the semen that had seeped through the black leather had smeared onto Seitina's thigh.

She held my hand as she spoke.

"Tyr, where's your guild? I'm a wandering adventurer, see. Mind if I join?"

The strength had run right out of me in the wake of coming, and my answer came thin.

"Why did you even become an adventurer in the first place..."

"Because I want to get one of those dungeon treasures for myself? Daddy bought me one, so I already have it, but they say the quality's best when you take it straight out of the dungeon."

What? She bought a treasure?

They say the ones who already have everything only push further, and sure enough, throwing money around hadn't been enough for her. She'd come in person to hunt a high-grade dungeon fortune. The gulf of class hit me like a blow. Dungeon exploration, for me a livelihood with my survival hanging on it, was nothing more to noble heirs like her than a refined hobby—going out and bagging a nice fortune with their own hands.

To my stunned face, Seitina showed off the dungeon treasure she had bought.

"Ta-da~ It's time-manipulation magic. They said the scroll came out of a treasure room, and when I tore it, I learned the spell. Amazing, right? With a treasure like this, how could anyone not get greedy?"

Fuck...

Something in my chest caved in, and a heavy sense of defeat settled over me. If I died exploring a dungeon with my life on the line, I wouldn't even have the money to think about resurrection. This woman had bought that precious dungeon-born magic scroll with cash. Her daddy had bought it for her, she said. A supreme-grade scroll. Time magic.

There's a bitter saying for it: even poverty can be stolen from you. The adventurer's trade, once left to the lower classes, was turning foul with nobles who had come to play. In nature, they would be catfish—invasive species, turned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loose in the dungeon's ecosystem.

"It's all right, puppy. You've got something I don't."

And what would that be.

However I turned it over, all I possessed was this body. When I just stood there, blank and sullen, Seitina poked a finger against the front of my pants. Her index finger pressed down on my cock where it sat in underwear soaked with semen.

"This. The button that makes you feel good."

"Don't mess with me."

"So, Tyr, which way is your guild? I'll help you! You know I'm a capable mage, right? I was top of the Academy!"

Damn it.

I wanted nothing in this world to do with this damned woman. But this dungeon was one I had to challenge, even if it meant borrowing her help to do it.

Seitina declared she would serve as my dungeon helper and wouldn't take a single coin for it.

"Tyr, where would you even get money? Do I look hard up enough to squeeze a commoner?"

She let out a short laugh and stepped into the barn. No—not the barn. Into our guild office.

Erhil and Kairing were inside, both of them getting ready for the dungeon, tending their gear and the rest of their preparations. Erhil looked at the blonde who had come in with me—at Seitina—and asked,

"Tyr, who might this be?"

"Ahaha! Lovely to meet you. I'm Seitina, Tyr's classmate from the Academy!"

Seitina laughed, bright and lilting, speaking for all the world like a vivacious young noblewoman. I was the only one who knew what she really was.

I must have worn the face of a man walking to his death, because Kairing seemed to catch that something was wrong. She leveled a long, razor-edged stare our way.

"Tyr was looking for a dungeon helper, so I came to help! Well, aiding a classmate in distress is a noble's duty, after all!"

"A-a noble...?!"

Erhil, who knew nothing at all about the Academy, stared with her mouth hanging open—at the fact that a noble had been my classmate, and at the fact that this noble mage had come to help me.

"Tyr... you actually have incredible connections...?"

She covered her mouth with both hands and looked at me as if I were a stranger.

It's not like that.

That was when it happened. Kairing shot to her feet and came over at a hard, steady walk. She snapped the metal glove she'd been holding onto her left hand with a sharp clack, and, opening and closing that gauntleted fist, stopped in front of Seitina.

Both women had enormous breasts, so standing face to face at that range, their chests looked a breath away from touching.

No.

They did touch, just barely. Both of them were tall, close in height, though Kairing was a little taller. She looked Seitina straight in the eye. Seitina didn't look away; she met the gaze and smiled with perfect ease.

"So you were my oppa's classmate."

"Oh my? Tyr's little sister? I've been wanting to meet you. You have a completely different air from your brother, don't you?"

"Yeah, whatever. Do you know why my oppa dropped out? He told me he couldn't keep up with his studies. I don't buy it."

I had fed Kairing the excuse that I simply couldn't follow the classes. But unless you were a fool, no one dropped out of the precious Academy over a reason that small. Who would walk away from that storehouse of advanced knowledge for something like that? Kairing was better with her body than with her head, but that animal sense of hers seemed to have caught the lie anyway.

"Oh my? I really wouldn't know."

Seitina smiled, languid and seductive, and cut her with a cold look.

I knew those eyes. It was the look Seitina wore in the moment before she marked someone as prey.

No...! Even you, Kairing—that woman is...!

I rushed to shove myself between them, but Kairing spoke to Seitina first.

"Yeah, whatever. A helper weaker than me is useless. You've at least got to pull the weight of one guild member. So that's fine, isn't it? A test."

Kairing tipped her chin toward the barn door and walked, as if telling her to follow.

Seitina let out a soft snort of a laugh, glanced at me, and shaped the words with her mouth alone.

Puppy, a little sister this pretty—you should have told me sooner. I'll just have a look and see if your sister takes after you.

"Of course. A test. We absolutely should~"

With that, Seitina drew her magic wand and went tripping lightly after Kairing.

I stepped out into the barn yard, and the sight of the two of them squared off set a hard anxiety burning through me. The matchup was bad. A martial artist like Kairing beating a mage was a difficult thing; everyone knew martial artists were weak against foes who fought at range. The two of them glared, about to clash under the name of a test, and Erhil and I watched Kairing with worry plain on our faces.

Kairing... this is... dangerous.

Catching the look in my eyes, Kairing gave me that crooked, cold smile of hers. It looked arrogant, but it was a smile made for me—one that told me to settle down.

Honestly, Oppa, you nag too much. I told you not to worry, didn't I?

The match began.