Pathetic Leon's Lewd Scheme
Still the same, huh?! 'This time for sure...' Despite the constant interference from the shit gay bastard nagging at his side, Leon steeled his resolve and followed the woman walking ahead, matching her pace.
The events that unfolded after parting ways with Tier, Daphne, and Berg had been nothing short of a grueling march through hell—truly, no words could describe the hardship.
As if forming that first party with them had been poison, he'd jumped headfirst into a gritty reality adventure that didn't suit his abilities at all, his standards inflated beyond reason. Looking back now, I only survived thanks to the massive carry from Berg's party...
A support mage was something that shone only in games or with unique builds, but in reality, it was a job so mediocre it made you want to puke. Leon was just grateful to have gotten back on track, scraping by as an adventurer and putting food on the table.
Fuck... If I'd known Daphne was that kind of girl, I would've made a move way sooner... Long-buried memories bubbled up fresh, bringing a bittersweet regret that soured his mouth.
With Tier, there'd been only mild regret since she'd already become Berg's lover early in the party. But Daphne? That had been a bolt from the blue. Getting her pregnant by peeping on his roommate's sex like some pervert... Even Jesus passing by would've had a seizure at the sheer absurdity.
And later he'd learned elves couldn't even get pregnant through sex—they were a race incapable of bearing children. For Berg to knock up an elf in a situation that'd make her laugh in disbelief... Even if he'd stolen the Daphne Leon had his eyes on, compared to that stripped-down warrior relentlessly flaunting his masculinity in every way—combat prowess, party leadership, or whatever hidden depths—Berg was clearly the better man. A sigh escaped in lingering envy.
Berg didn't even make a direct move... Born with a high-rank character on easy mode, what can you say... Looking back with the colder, more mature mindset time had forged, it was Daphne's unexpected sluttiness at fault, not Berg, who hadn't done a damn thing wrong.
But while Leon had been struggling through the wilds as a solo adventurer after leaving the party, Berg had shown up again with a massive mana pouch, his harem now including a giant dragon mage—a perfect embodiment of male fantasy. Leon could only seethe with jealousy.
But that won't last much longer. Fuck... His vision blurred momentarily from the long wanderings. Drawing on past experiences of eating side-eye, Leon glanced at his temporary party member—the one whose very face stirred sadistic urges just by looking.
Flat-chested bitches have always been known for being slutty... And a cat beastkin? Sly as hell, overflowing with charm during heat cycles since they're beastkin by nature.
Forced into the party's healer role due to the limitations of being a support mage, tears of gratitude welled up. Only recently, climbing the tower, had he picked up a few spells that could pass for heals, letting him tout his versatility. Before that, he'd buzzed around the alchemist guild like a fly just to shuttle potions.
While scraping by like that, he'd discovered her—Merdi, walking ahead now. Her looks and vibe had him working her relentlessly, not that it was work...
Suddenly she has a sponsor and cuts back on guild duties? Hell yeah for me. Heh heh. Her loner-schizo vibe made her weak to pushy types, so he'd pried into her secret solo research, dragged her out of the guild to the field—and here they were.
It had come off a bit forceful, chipping away at the goodwill he'd built as a regular with his mismatched flirting, but that was trivial. Adventures were full of mishaps; it'd flip in no time. Leon nodded, satisfied with his actions, a smug smile on his face.
Worst case, I could just use Berg's playbook on her, right? Even in this fantasy world—which he'd learned was straight-up medieval—the sight of Merdi's jiggling ass drew his gaze, swallowing hard instinctively.
Hitting that is the nuclear option... Gotta rebuild rapport first. Sure, she tinkered with potions in her lab like some scholar, but Leon was convinced she couldn't handle a battle-hardened adventurer like him. The plan seemed highly feasible—until the shit gay and trash archer bitch ruined it, furrowing his brow and pursing his lips.
"What retarded shit are you thinking to make that face? Figures... Gotta give it to mages for being pervy as hell. Tsk...!"
"Haha..."
He'd barely shown displeasure for a split second, but the trash archer bitch caught it, pouncing with a snide tone.
She hammered his insecurities—not even a proper mage, just a support one—with all the tact of a truck. This fucking bitch... I'm on edge today as it is... Just you wait till after I party up with Merdi, you slut.
At least the shit gay had the decency to back off when pushed, but this trash bitch? She badmouthed him even as she clearly liked him, doing shit he hated just to get her jollies—her shit-eating grin made him want to hurl.
Fuck... Gotta strike when those two are distracted. Different reactions, but fact is, they're both dancing the courtship dance. Fuck 'em both off naturally by banging Merdi and acting couple-y.
Practical woes stoked his desires, crushing any moral qualms. For Leon, taking Merdi was a flawless plan with zero risk. Adventuring might offer chances to drug other female adventurers or passersby, and with his cheap aphrodisiac prepped, it'd be a clean crime. He stroked the small vial in his pocket through his clothes, lips curling up.
During group dinner, dump extra in the soup. Pull Merdi aside saying I need to talk, then seal the deal.
The trash bitch always passed out after eating anyway, a trash personality through and through. The shit gay, eyeing his ass, would obey if told to stay with her—they'd film their own B-grade AV while he had his fun with Merdi. Perfect. As he nodded vigorously—
"Whoa... Long time no see? Leon?"
The familiar voice he couldn't forget even in dreams hit him. His head whipped around with blinding speed, focus freezing. Four figures etched into his brain filled his vision.
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This fucker... Up to something, huh?
The gap in raw power between Leon's group—my target—and ours was overwhelming. We'd approached casually to chat, but they hadn't even sensed us, frozen stiff with trembling eyes.
In a world where strength ruled everything, it was natural. If we'd been enemies ambushing, we'd have snapped their necks before they could react.
But fuck if they sensed it or not—for me, Leon's pose was suspicious as hell: one hand at his chest, shoulders twitching.
That sleazy grin was obvious... Recalling how he'd leered at Merdi, chuckling sleazily—it was too shady to ignore. Unless he was a narcissist with chest as an erogenous zone, no reason to fondle there. Clearly plotting to use something from his pocket on the runaway cat bitch.
Leon was still the same pathetic amateur. Laughable whether he schemed or not, a snort escaped me.
"Long time no see?"
Lame as it was, he couldn't read my mind... Seemed like genuine reunion acting, so I kept smirking unwittingly.