Chapter 258 Green Light
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 258
Chapter Title: Green Light?
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Cian bit her lip and covered her chest.
If she took off just one piece of underwear, her upper body would be completely naked.
"Hero-nim, please take it off quickly."
At Mion's urging, Cian's pupils began to spin.
She was confused, shocked at having received such an absurd imprint and embarrassed of having to show her breasts to a priestess she had never met before.
Cian hesitated, then, receiving Mion's silent urging, she gave up her resistance.
She grabbed the sports bra with a trembling hand and lifted it up.
Jiggle.
Her heavy breasts, freed from the pressure, shook up and down.
Hwaaaat.
The sweat and body scent that had been trapped inside the stuffy underwear for a long time wafted out as heat.
Mion subconsciously stepped back. Her head was dizzy from the suffocatingly sultry smell.
However…
'This is my duty as a priest.'
Mion came to her senses, approached Cian, and carefully observed her glistening breasts, which were wet with sweat.
Despite their large size, they didn’t sag at all. In fact, they showed off a firm presence.
Mion didn't know if it was because of the influence of the imprint, but Cian’s nipples and areolas were on the large side.
Originally, she had no interest in the bodies of the same sex. But, since she was now a woman who was with Skar-nim, she couldn't help but be curious.
'They're about the same size as mine, or maybe a little bigger.'
Mion, who had come to a conclusion, moved her hand and lifted Cian's underboob.
Squish.
Despite being heavy, the breast spread softly on her palm.
Cian looked at Mion with surprised eyes.
"Eek?! P-Priestess-nim?"
"Are they heavy?"
Mion asked in a calm voice.
Cian blushed and turned her head away.
"Y... Yes."
Mion's actions didn’t stop there.
She raised her finger and gently pinched Cian's stiff nipple.
"Hnng... Kuuut?!"
Cian's body trembled.
"Hero-nim, look here."
Mion raised her finger.
A sticky, whitish liquid was on Mion's fingertip.
Cian hurriedly lowered her head and looked down at her own breast.
Her nipples and areolas were a little bigger than before. At their tips, breast milk was forming.
"Ah."
Cian staggered in shock. She couldn't deny it anymore.
She…
Had gotten the Breast Milk Production imprint.
Cian barely managed to open her mouth.
"P-Priestess-nim."
"Yes."
"Can I remove this imprint?"
"..."
Mion was silent for a moment and then gently held Cian's hand.
"Hero-nim, I know it's painful, but how about you try to endure it for a little while?"
"B-But!"
"As a priest, I’ve seen numerous imprints. Compared to other negative imprints, the Breast Milk Production imprint is nothing."
Mion gently caressed Cian's hand and continued.
"In the first place, the Breast Milk Production imprint isn’t even a negative imprint. I recommend that you think it over a little more and then decide. Besides, if there's no 'sexual arousal,' breast milk won't come out. It means that you don't have to worry about any inconvenience in your daily life or during labyrinth exploration."
Cian was in deep thought.
Every time she made up her mind to remove it, she felt Priestess Mion's hand gently holding hers.
What should she say here?
She felt the warm friendship and sincere consideration that one would receive from a comrade.
Cian nodded.
"I understand. I'll wait a little more as the Priestess-nim suggested."
Mion smiled and let go of the hero’s hand.
"Thank you. For listening to this humble priest."
"N-No."
"By the way, you also have the Muscle Stiffness imprint. How are you relieving it?"
"...I'm getting help from someone I know."
"By any chance, is that person Skar-nim?"
Cian just gave a slight nod with a red face.
"Hnnnnng."
Mion's hum became even longer. At the priestess' gaze, which had somehow turned cold, Cian's body shrank a little.
"Skar-nim’s a gentle person, unlike how he looks. You're a lucky person, Hero-nim."
"Is that so?"
"..."
The two women made eye contact in silence.
Cian soon realized…
Although she had no proof, she was sure that Priestess Mion's words weren’t a lie.
And…
Cian also noticed that Priestess Mion seemed to be very interested in Skar. Maybe she even liked him.
It was as good as calling it a woman's intuition.
Mion slowly opened her mouth.
"Hero-nim, we've checked all your imprints, so you can put your clothes back on."
"Yes."
Cian tidied up her clothes and put her plate armor back on.
"I'll see you later. Ah!"
Cian was about to bow her head to Mion as a goodbye before leaving, but she stopped in her tracks.
"Priestess-nim."
"Yes."
"Um... I need to buy some underwear… By any chance, could you help me?"
Mion tilted her head.
"Me?"
"Yes. It's embarrassing, but I have poor taste, so I don't know what to buy. I don't know anyone in Labyrinth City either. If you're uncomfortable, it's okay to refuse."
Mion thought for a moment and then nodded.
She realized that just as she had observed Cian's breasts, Cian had also been looking at hers.
It was natural for the hero to ask for her help since they had similar body types.
"Of course. When would you have time?"
"Then..."
Late at night.
The two women's conversation echoed in the temple's room for a long time.
Cian, who had been engrossed in the conversation, suddenly came to her senses.
"Ah... I'm sorry. I've taken up too much of your time, Priestess-nim."
Mion gave Cian a gentle smile.
"Not at all. I enjoyed it too."
Cian also smiled.
Mion's unpretentious attitude made her feel at ease.
On the other hand, it was a strange feeling to her.
In the Eastern Alliance territory, there was a strong atmosphere of ostracizing Lux Aeterna-nim, classifying her as an Outer God.
However…
Priestess Mion didn’t shun Cian, who had received the power of Lux Aeterna-nim.
'What would it be like to explore the labyrinth with Priestess Mion-nim?'
Cian stopped her imagination and made a bitter smile.
She had unconsciously compared the priestess with her current party members.
Because Luther, Sebastian, and Gibson were all men, it was difficult to reveal her hardships to them as a woman.
It didn't mean that she didn't trust them. It just meant that it was embarrassing to have a frank conversation with them because of the difference in gender.
Still…
'If I ever get the chance.'
It would be nice to enter the labyrinth together with Mion.
"Priestess Mion-nim, thank you for today. Then, later..."
Cian politely bowed her head in goodbye and left Mion's room.
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At the same time.
A deep street in the Eastern District.
A corner of a gambling den filled with acrid cigarette smoke.
Gibson sat with a frown.
His mood was foul also because his cards were bad, but primarily, it was due to that mage bastard being so annoying. To the point where he couldn't enjoy his entertainment anymore.
A bald man sitting opposite him on the round table sneered.
"Hey, pal, why do you look so down? Did you eat shit or something?"
Gibson clicked his tongue and threw the cards in his hand on the table.
"Tsk. I'm done here."
Scrape.
As Gibson stood up, the bald man leaned back on his chair.
"Aren't you leaving too early today?"
"I have no money. No money."
Gibson replied in a voice full of annoyance.
Lack of funds.
It was the reason why he couldn't enjoy his entertainment properly, and it was also the reason why he wanted to beat Sebastian to death.
"Hoh. Our Gibson-nim is short on money?"
Gibson turned his back to the table without answering, gulped down the cheap liquor in a wooden cup, and then…
"Gibson, pal, if you're short on money, we can help you out a bit."
At the bald man's words, Gibson came to a sudden stop.
"Help me out?"
Gibson repeated the bald man's words.
The latter grinned.
"Of course. But, on the condition that you also help us."
Gibson chuckled and returned to the table to sit down.
"Bald friend, what do you want me to do?"
"The armies have all pulled out of the Eastern Alliance territory border. Do you know that?"
Gibson crossed his arms and looked at the bald man.
"So?"
"We're doing a business, have you heard of the manpower business?"
Gibson had a blank expression.
"You mean the slave trade? I heard that it's illegal in the Eastern Alliance territory."
The bald man shook his hand with a vile smile.
"Whoa! This Gibson friend is saying something that could get him in trouble. It's not that, it's sending people to places that need a helping hand. There’s a bit of a coercive aspect to it, though."
"..."
Instead of answering, Gibson looked around.
In the crowd, mixed with curses, laughter, cards, and dice, he felt a secret gaze on him. It wasn't just one or two either. Guys who acted systematically.
'Are they not just some riffraff?'
Gibson grinned.
"Alright. I'll give it a try."
The slave trade.
It was a familiar business.
Because the ranger's salary was low, he had done various side jobs. One of them was catching demi-humans and selling them to slave traders.
The bald man grinned and held out his hand.
"How refreshing. Wait for about two weeks. There's something I need to 'clean up' first."
"That seems to be too long though."
The bald man's face hardened for a moment.
"There's an obstacle in our business. We have to get rid of it properly this time. Don't worry. You can use the gambling den anytime. You can also hold as many women as you want."
"Are there beast-people women too?"
At Gibson's question, the bald man grinned.
"Just beast-people women? Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, slimes, goblins, orcs, ogres, arachne, naga, horses, cows, chickens, sheep, goats, and more. Anyway, there are countless of them, so you can just pick and choose as many as you want."
Gibson's expression became reluctant.
"That's a lot of variety."
The bald man smiled gloomily.
"Kuhuhu. Gibson, pal, have you forgotten where this is? This is Labyrinth City. A place where imagination becomes reality. If you want, it's a place where you can taste endless pleasure."
"Endless pleasure... I like it."
Gibson also laughed and muttered.
He thought that following the hero…
…Was the most correct decision he had ever made in his life.
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Three days later.
Cian was standing in front of Dalmong's Inn.
For the past few days, she had been looking around Labyrinth City with Priestess Mion-nim.
She had seen the smithy street.
And she had also visited the bakery and tea shop street.
She also had the opportunity to hold cute and fluffy beast-people.
Finally, she had stopped by the Arachne Sewing shop and bought a few clothes.
Cian's cheeks turned slightly red.
The clothes that Priestess Mion-nim had recommended to her were all highly functional.
However…
They had the disadvantage of being embarrassing to show to others.
'Clothes that you can comfortably receive a massage in? Then... how about these clothes?'
'P-Priestess-nim? Isn't this too tight?!'
'Isn't there a courtesy to be shown to the person giving the massage? If you're embarrassed and wear layers of clothes, will the person giving you the massage be comfortable doing so? Or will they be inconvenienced?'
'Ah, I understand. I was short-sighted. I'll buy these clothes.'
'Ah. I'm so envious.'
'Pardon?'
'It's nothing.'
Cian shook her head and cleared her mind of the conversation she had had at the Arachne Sewing shop.
Priestess Mion-nim had muttered something softly during their talk, but she hadn't heard it properly.
Still, she had grasped the main point.
That in order to receive a proper massage, she also needed to prepare to some extent.
Cian, who had steeled her heart, mustered her courage and entered the inn.
Skar, who was diligently mopping the inn floor, raised his head.
"Cian?"
"I-I came for a massage. Is it a good time?"
"Alright! Come right up!"
The room Skar guided her to was the same as last time.
Cian went into the room and took off her plate armor one by one.
"I'm ready."
Jeong Yoo-shin opened the door, went in, and his jaw dropped.
"What...?!"
It was difficult to close his mouth at the shocking sight.
Cian was in white leggings and a sports bra.
She, who had tied her long hair into a ponytail, seemed embarrassed and covered her plumply protruding mound with one hand.
"I-It's embarrassing. I-I'd appreciate it if you didn't look too closely."
Cian turned her head away and muttered in a voice as small as a mosquito.
Jeong Yoo-shin was frozen like ice.
A beautiful woman wearing leggings that revealed her figure and blushing while asking for a massage.
Could this be…
'Is this a green light?'
Or is it not?
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T/N - Sorry for missing the unlock yesterday. Had to handle some personal matters. Here's what I owe you from yesterday. (4/16/26)
It’s a green light, MC! Go for it! 😂
So sneaky, Mion. Becoming the MC’s secret wingwoman like that and pushing Cian to him so suddenly. Is it finally happening? Well, I guess 4th time’s the charm?
Lastly, people from the Eastern District still haven't given up, huh? They keep pushing for slave trading. Are there no other profitable businesses in Labyrinth City? You’d think they’d stop at this point already. Well, it was nice knowing Gibson.