Blood with the Wolf (2)
Blood with the Wolf (2)
"I can't let such an insult slide!"
The mercenary flinched and stepped back at Tir's fervent protest.
But it was only momentary.
Perhaps his pride was wounded from being overpowered, as he retorted with an even louder voice.
"Insult? What insult did I make?"
"You dared to say unspeakable words to Rene Nunim!"
The mercenary shrugged nonchalantly at the fuming Tir.
"Ah, you mean asking her to suck me off? How's that an insult? It's a favor for a whore. If I'm offering to stick coins between her tits, she should spread her legs and welcome me."
"How dare you...!"
Tir's face flushed crimson.
His anger was so intense that his hand even twitched toward the sword at his waist.
Bloodshed would only complicate matters.
Just as I moved to stop Tir, the mercenary drove the final nail.
"Don't tell me you didn't know? That woman's the whore mercenary everyone's been talking about in the guild lately. They say she takes customers every night in the red-light district."
"W-what?"
Tir stammered in shock.
So it's come to this. I'd hoped it would stay hidden longer.
But now that I've returned to prostitution, it was inevitable.
"Tir. That's enough."
"...Nunim."
I grabbed Tir's sleeve and pulled him back.
He stared at me with a bewildered expression.
I found myself avoiding his gaze.
First, I needed to resolve this unsavory situation.
Stepping forward, I faced the mercenaries.
"About your earlier request—my answer is no."
"Since when do whores get to pick their customers?"
The mercenary continued his shameless taunts.
I calmly warned him.
"You should watch your mouth. The woman before you may be a whore, but she's also a Silver-ranked Mercenary."
"Oh, am I supposed to be scared? You probably sucked off guild staff to get that badge."
No matter how nicely I put it, he wouldn't listen.
Some people only understand force.
Without another word, I stepped forward and grabbed the mercenary's left shoulder.
At my sudden touch, he burst into laughter.
His face showed he'd completely misunderstood the situation.
"That's more like it. Should've done this sooner. Let's see how good you are."
The mercenary's hand reached for my chest.
Before he could, I tightened my grip.
My crushing strength, enough to overpower a grown man, clenched his shoulder as if to shatter it.
"G-gyaaahk!"
He let out an undignified scream, writhing in pain.
When I released him, he immediately collapsed to his knees, clutching his shoulder.
I hadn't shattered the bone.
It would hurt enough to bring tears, but there'd be no permanent damage.
Though he wouldn't be using that arm for several hours.
"Now you see? The woman you looked down on is a real Silver-ranked Mercenary."
This was a light punishment for challenging someone stronger.
Especially among mercenaries who valued hierarchy.
A rougher man would've left him half-crippled.
Would this fool even understand my mercy?
"Know the time and place. Don't act like a horned-up monkey."
The mercenary holding his shoulder nodded repeatedly at my warning.
The other mercenary behind him also hurriedly bowed his head when I glanced his way.
A single show of strength makes them so obedient.
"If you still want me that badly, come to Grace of the Rose at night. I'll give you proper service. Ah, bring at least three silver coins. Coppers won't do."
That aside, this was separate.
If he really came, I'd spread my legs without hesitation—no personal feelings involved.
After all, that's what prostitutes do.
"If you understand, get lost."
I waved them off dismissively.
The men, checking my mood, helped each other retreat. How touching—they must be close friends.
After the mercenaries fully left, silence lingered briefly.
I could feel Tir fidgeting beside me.
The atmosphere was awkward.
I hesitated slightly on how to handle him too.
But I had to bring closure.
"If you have something to say, say it, Tir."
"...Nunim. Is what they said true?"
"Yes. I work at a brothel at night."
"T-that's...!"
This kingdom wasn't particularly prudish about sex.
Compared to other nations—excluding the famously promiscuous Empire—it was quite open.
Yet the gaze toward prostitutes was far from kind.
Selling one's body for money was an indelible disgrace, whether man or woman.
"Remember what we did in the forest? I was always a loose woman. Decency was never my thing."
Even if Tir's attitude changed, I had no right to complain.
A woman of the red-light district is only valued when mixing bodies—her worth plummets otherwise.
It'd be hard for him to treat me casually like before.
Nothing to be done.
"If you're disappointed, I'm sorry. You have every right to be angry—wasting your first time on a woman like me."
"No. That's not it. Nunim. I just, just..."
Tir stammered before falling silent.
He must be confused too.
The person he called Nunim and followed had become a lowly prostitute.
"Looks like everything's ready. Let's go."
Enduring this mood any longer was torture for me too.
I feigned nonchalance and moved forward.
The carriage held neatly arranged cargo and collected corpses.
After hitching the two horses, we returned to the city.
The sun was already setting as we passed through the gates.
We delivered the carriage to the merchant's residence and disbanded.
Tir and I ultimately exchanged no further words.
Today, I hadn't earned much Agony Points.
But with nearly 7,000 already saved, a day's rest was fine.
Back at Grace of the Rose, I removed my gear and changed clothes.
I'd only worn the leotard to greet customers on the first day.
From the second day onward, I received them in regular attire.
A slightly sheer white negligee.
Its soft texture made me feel strange just wearing it.
There were other concerning points too.
How my nipples showed through when cold.
How lifting it slightly exposed everything below.
Not blatantly naked, it stimulated men's imaginations even more.
In many ways, it felt like the perfect outfit for a prostitute.
The night passed as usual.
I spent time diligently satisfying the customers who sought me out.
It wasn't as busy as last week.
As a Third Floor Lady, my rates were high, so regular appointments were fewer.
Commoners usually preferred spending time with Second Floor Ladies.
The price difference was at least threefold, sometimes up to twenty times.
For earning Lust Points, being a Second Floor Lady would be better.
Still, I didn't volunteer for demotion. My current point income was sufficient.
Watching the first floor from the third-floor railing grew tedious.
Returning to my room, I lay on the bed.
Suddenly, today's events resurfaced in my mind.
Would Tir never call me Nunim again?
It was the first time in my life I'd been treated with such respectful deference.
The thought left a slightly bitter taste.
Lost in thought, a light knock suddenly came at the door.
Three taps—the signal that I had a customer waiting.
I immediately rose and straightened the bedsheet.
Adjusting my disheveled clothes, I sat demurely on the bed.
Soon, the door opened, and a man entered.
Recognizing his face, I blurted out without thinking.
"...Didn't think you'd actually come."
It was the mercenary who'd picked a fight with me earlier.
The one whose shoulder I'd "massaged."
Meeting my eyes, he averted his gaze awkwardly.
What was this bashful act after coming all this way?
"You really wanted me that badly, huh? Shoulder better?"
"Y-yes, ma'am."
"Since when are you so polite? Talk like you did earlier."
"G-got it, got it, got—uh."
His stuttering was painfully awkward to watch.
Seemed I'd left an unforgettable impression of terror.
This wouldn't do. No man could stay hard around a woman he feared.
"Relax. Right now, I'm not a mercenary. I'm the whore you like so much."
"W-whore."
I sighed internally at his idiotic stammering.
This man had ruined my relationship with Tir.
Still, I didn't hate him enough to refuse service.
Prostitution was my own choice.
With rumors spreading through the guild, Tir would've found out eventually anyway.
Perhaps it was unavoidable.
"Right. You can have me however you want. Did you bring the silver?"
"About three coins..."
"Good. Let's begin."
I brushed against him, letting my hands wander.
His body tensed sharply at my touch.
Carefully removing his shirt, I slid his pants down.
I expected him to be shriveled up, but his lower half was surprisingly firm.
A warm washcloth cleaned him thoroughly.
With each stroke, he grew harder.
"So, how do you want me? Should I ride you, or do you want to pin me down?"
"P-pin down?"
"Yeah. Throw me on the bed and use me however you desire."
His member throbbed violently at that.
He'd gotten his comeuppance earlier today.
What man wouldn't be excited by this kind of payback?
"I-is that really okay..."
"No need to hold back. You're the customer, I'm the whore. Didn't you say you'd stick coins between my tits?"
"...I did."
My coaxing worked.
The now fully naked mercenary grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed.
I offered no resistance.
Next, his hands found the straps of my negligee.
With a tug, my body was fully exposed.
"B-breasts...!"
His hot breath scattered across my skin.
His gaze locked onto my chest.
Even lying down, my ample breasts held their shape.
His hands immediately reached for them.
"Ahhn..."
Strong fingers kneaded my flesh.
Just soft, jiggly mounds of fat.
Yet once men started groping, they never let go.
His face soon buried itself between them.
A wet tongue swirled around my stiffened pink peaks.
Flicking upward, dragging downward—my nipples were ravaged relentlessly.
His tongue worked like he was savoring candy.
Just when I thought he'd stop, his lips sealed around a breast and sucked.
"Haaah...!"
I moaned involuntarily, gripping the sheets.
The lifted breast returned to shape as his mouth released it.
Hot saliva trailed down the curves.
Enough time had passed.
Foreplay was over—time for the main event.
I gently pushed away the mercenary as he moved for my chest again.
Then removed the negligee—so short it couldn't even cover my knees.
"Huh!"
His gaze instantly dropped lower.
There, completely hairless and pale, was my slit.
Lifting my legs, I spread them wide.
My glistening folds were already wet and waiting.
"When are you coming in? I'm ready."
Instead of answering, the mercenary fumbled to grip my thighs and repositioned himself.
His veined, hardened length pressed against my entrance.
Responding to my urging, it plunged deep inside in one thrust.
"...Ngh!"
Going this deep immediately?
My stretched walls clenched in surprise.
Enjoying this, he slowly withdrew before slamming back in.
"Kyahn...!"
The mercenary looked down at me with a flushed face.
My cries with each thrust seemed to excite him further.
Our daytime dynamic was completely reversed—that must've felt special.
He reached out to grope my bouncing breasts.
Seeing him this confident meant he'd fully regained his composure.
"Ahh, haah...!"
To encourage him, I let my moans flow freely.
After about ten more pumps, he buried himself to the hilt and shuddered.
"Huuuuh..."
The feeling of being filled made me relax pleasurably too.
Hate to admit it, but the satisfaction of being creampied was quite addictive.
"Well? Satisfied?"
"...Best sex of my life."
He nodded with genuine relief.
Didn't seem like empty praise.
His demeanor was completely different from when he'd first entered.
"Actually, I borrowed money to come here. Worth every coin. Not a single regret."
He went into debt? Wanted me that badly?
My rates were steep for a Bronze-ranked Mercenary.
He'd be eating bland oatmeal for a while after tonight.
"Did your friend come here too?"
"Nah. That cheapskate would never visit a high-class place like this."
"I see. Anyway, let's not embarrass each other if we meet again. Deal?"
"Y-yeah. I'm really sorry about earlier. Won't happen again."
He bowed deeply in apology—at least he knew he was wrong.
If his remorse was genuine, I'd hold no further grudge.
"Apology accepted. Shall we clean up?"
"Huh? Oh, right."
Avoiding my eyes, he scrambled to dress.
Yet his gaze kept stealing glances at my naked body.
He could stare openly—it's not like it mattered.
Even after cumming inside me, he was still shy?
So docile compared to this afternoon.
I turned away to let him look freely.
He'd paid in silver—this small courtesy was nothing. Part of the job, really.
"Take care. See you next time."
"...Next time?"
"No money? Then forget it."
"N-no! I'll come again..."
Sex affects people's minds more than they realize.
He wouldn't act aggressive like today if we met again. That was enough.
After a few more customers, my day ended.
As always, I spent a sleepless night.
Morning came, and I geared up to head for the eastern gate.
After over a week patrolling the east, I knew the area well.
I was about to venture deeper into the forest when—
A faint child's cry reached my ears.
At first I thought I'd misheard, but it grew clearer.
This wasn't something I could ignore.
Pinpointing the direction, I found it wasn't far.
Just off the path, toward an open plain.
Walking there briefly revealed a young boy sitting on the ground.
Shoulders shaking as he wept pitifully.
A lost child, perhaps.
Whatever the case, I couldn't leave him like this.
Hiding my sword under my cloak to avoid scaring him, I approached the crying boy.