The Dignity of the Patriarch
"Whoa..."
"Wow..."
"What the hell is this?"
Unlike Tier and Daphne, who let out gasps of admiration, I gently stroked Plang's head as she tilted hers in confusion, wondering what it was, and opened my mouth.
"It's called ganggi—think of it as a kind of high-level magic."
"Whoa!!!"
I explained it as simply as possible to match the thick-headed dragon girl's level, and only then did Plang's eyes sparkle as she stared at the purple aura gathered in my hand, her body wriggling with excitement.
I smiled back at the girls, who were staring in awe as if entranced, then slowly withdrew my hand along with the mana.
"As you saw, my rank might be low, but in terms of ability, I'm about on par with a high-rank adventurer."
If they weren't my women, this situation might have felt awkward or made me self-conscious, but now their eyes were sparkling like they'd just learned their man was a prince on a white horse. It was as if I'd confessed to being a chaebol heir.
Heh heh. In this medieval era, power trumps money.
I grinned and demonstrated my Inventory ability in detail, like some kind of parlor trick, and their jaws dropped in shock, mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a fist.
"Anyway, to be honest, with these abilities and my combat power, I'll block enemy attacks as much as possible when we climb the tower, but I won't take the aggressive front-line position."
I calmly explained our future party strategy, and Tier, with her sharp mind, nodded thoughtfully after pondering my words.
"The boss means don't worry about our lives and focus on catching up to your level as fast as possible, right?"
I stroked Tier's head as she perfectly grasped the true intent behind my words, and the sharp glint in her eyes vanished, leaving only a goofy, tail-wagging puppy shaking her head under my hand.
"Yeah, that's right. From what I've scouted, my level is about on par with the top adventurers tackling the 30th floor and above, so until you reach that, I won't let anything happen to you no matter what."
"Whoa... 30th floor..."
"Heh..."
Daphne kept gasping in awe, while Plang, not fully understanding but going along for the ride, joined in the surprise. Their reactions made me feel like total noobs watching pros' insane montage videos, and I couldn't help but puff up with pride.
This is the dignity of the patriarch.
I outshone them in looks, showered them with era-inappropriate affection, and as the icing on the cake, my abilities were god-tier. What more could a guy want?
God-tier, huh? Fuck, that turns me on...
Looks like today's sex theme was squirting—I'd torment Plang extra hard.
"Ah!"
As I mulled over tonight's fuck concept, a sudden realization hit me, and I let out an involuntary exclamation.
"What's up, boss?"
Tier shot me a questioning look.
"Come to think of it, it's about time I slept with Daphne too. She's recovered from childbirth... Let's do Daphne tonight."
"Ah...!"
"Isn't it my turn today? Hing..."
The moment I spoke, Tier nodded in understanding of Daphne's unique situation, while Plang grumbled to herself upon realizing it wasn't her turn.
Whining because she wouldn't get my dick? Adorable.
"Huh?"
Unlike the other two, Daphne just blinked in confusion, not yet catching on to what I meant. Her pure, princess-like appearance and reaction warmed my heart, but then I remembered: among all my women in this world, Daphne was the sluttiest, most depraved one. My cock swelled instantly.
Mint choco latte!
Recently, mysterious fluid had started leaking from the tips of her breasts, often wetting the top of her dress—a fact I'd confirmed. Since the child who should claim it was basically a rock, couldn't I just keep it all for myself?
Daphne-maman. Heuung.
My lips curled into a instinctive grin as I sent her an affectionate gaze. Her cheeks flushed bright red, but her pointed elven ears twitched eagerly, betraying her excitement. The fresh scent of nature mingled with the faint, thickening aroma from her dress's bust.
"Alright! With that settled, let's knock out some orc quests today and head back early."
"Got it, boss!"
"Yeah! But sis Daphne, can I taste that?"
"Ah, no, Plang!"
As everyone nodded at my words, the cheeky bald dragon tried to steal my Mamma Mia, but Daphne swiftly hugged her chest, defending it firmly. With that, we began preparations for the tower climb in a cheerful atmosphere.
But pretending not to notice, I resolved to intensify Plang's "education." Even if she was one of my women, there were lines that couldn't be crossed.
Plang's milk for life would only come from my cock...
Hoo... Cheeky little dragon bitch. Someday I'll treat you like a cum dumpster.
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Ding-a-ling!
In the rowdy tavern-like atmosphere of the guild, I left my women waiting and approached the receptionist. Spotting me amid all the recent chaos, she flashed a bright smile right away.
"Ah! Mr. Berg. Long time no see."
Her plump, milf-like figure beaming at me made the adventurers sneaking glances drool openly. This being an otaku game, the women were all stunning on average, which reminded me fondly of Jeong Jae-kyung, who'd recommended it.
Thanks, Jae-kyung... I'll NTR someone for you again someday.
I nodded in sincere gratitude—a small vow—and turned to the waiting receptionist.
"Yeah. Hope you've been well?"
"What's there to it for a receptionist? Hehe."
Unlike her usual dealings with burly, rough men, her attitude toward me was worlds apart, drawing sharp glares from the adventurers peeking over. They looked jealous as hell. Pathetic.
"Please tell the master thanks for the mansion. My party members are thrilled."
I grinned with pure, harmless charm, and her eyebrows shot up before her eyes curved into crescents as she nodded.
"Yes, I'll make sure to pass it on."
This one line might ease the beggar-like master's wariness toward me a bit.
If I settle down openly and show a harmonious front, a skilled adventurer is basically guild property—they'll favoritize us appropriately...
With our party's versatile races already proving our worth, plus the buzz from Plang acting as free marketing, add in stellar personalities, and we'd likely get unspoken perks. Unlike the modern world where machines handle everything digitally, in this barbaric medieval era, connections were power too.
Thinking back to the near-knight-level guards treating the guild master deferentially last time, my actions now were solid insurance for the future.
Heh heh. This body's genius never fails.
Superior skills, looks, and brains. While my head swelled with self-admiration, the receptionist, assuming we'd chatted casually enough, shifted to business.
"Has the party member you mentioned recovered?"
"Yes, faster than expected, so we're starting serious tower climbs. Gotta pay that mansion upkeep, right?"
I joked while stating our purpose, and she nodded, pulling out a ledger like the one before and scanning it.
"Hmm... Frontline: Mr. Berg and Ms. Tier; water spirit mage Ms. Daphne; and the recently transferred mage Ms. Plang... Wow, your party's composition is rock-solid!"
Our basic info was listed, and she marveled at our perfect tank-DPS-heal balance—a model party. But honestly, what made me prouder was that every member was a nation-toppling beauty.
"Yes. Great setup and all skilled, so we're pushing hard."
I leaked just enough intensity for her to handle, and she flinched, her eyes widening as her voice trembled with excitement.
"Y-You're serious?"
"Yes. So please take good care of us."
"Well, this is... hehe."
To the guild, a golden prospect like us deserved special treatment. After exchanging knowing smirks, I signed the crisp quest sheet she slyly handed over and turned to leave.
Connections were king, right? Medieval processing was disgustingly slow, but if it benefited me, I'd suck up like a fly.
What the fuck—quest rewards nearly double? Shit.