Stripping the Traveler's Clothes (2)
Stripping the Traveler's Clothes (2)
As expected, he started with my chest.
Dennis's hands sank into the soft, elastic flesh.
Though clumsy, his kneading pressure was just right.
The nipples being rubbed between his palms gradually perked up and hardened.
His touch gradually spread to the sides and downward.
He caressed my arms, brushed past my armpits, and thoroughly stroked past my slender waist all the way to my widening hips.
His heat was transferring to my flawless, clear skin.
It felt more like he was purely enjoying the sensation of a woman's body rather than sensual foreplay.
This wasn't bad in its own way, but I couldn't help feeling impatient.
I was already soaking wet down below.
I slid one hand down and gently grasped Dennis's hardened member.
Seeing its glistening tip dripping with moisture, it seemed he'd reached his limit too.
"Dennis. Stop teasing and put it in already? You can keep touching me while we do it."
"...Are you sure you won't be in pain?"
"Don't worry about me. Look how wet I am."
I slightly parted my closed slit to show him.
Seeing this glistening pink interior would make anyone forget about being considerate.
Just as expected, he immediately grabbed my thighs and leaned forward.
"Then... I'll put it in, Rene."
"Mhm. Come inside."
Having shown him directly, there was no fumbling to find the entrance.
The veined shaft pushed through my vaginal folds, thrusting deep inside me.
"Ah, ahn...!"
A tingling thrill spread throughout my entire body.
Sparks seemed to fly through my mind repeatedly.
To reach climax from just the initial insertion...
My body had become excessively sensitive despite only skipping sex for a single day.
"More, do me as hard as you want..."
Encouraged by my sultry request, he began moving his hips vigorously.
The thick, firm, slightly curved length went back and forth through my soaked interior repeatedly.
"Hnggt, yes...!"
Was this really the same clumsy oaf from earlier?
Before I knew it, he'd transformed into a dominant figure pinning me down as if to devour me whole.
"Haaah...!"
His groin slammed relentlessly between my thighs.
With each thrust, the old bed creaked as if screaming, and my swollen breasts jiggled wildly.
Perhaps bothered by this, Dennis roughly grabbed one of my breasts.
It hurt slightly, but that only heightened my excitement.
His unrestrained hands kneaded my chest mercilessly.
Being gripped and penetrated like this made me feel completely dominated by a man.
...Such vulgar thoughts were unlike me.
This always happened when being held by a man.
I kept having shockingly crude and base thoughts, even surprising myself.
But there was no need to deny or hide it from myself anymore.
I was already a slave bound to Lilith, the Demon King of Lust.
Destined to live forever as a perverted woman driven by sexual desire.
At least if I accepted pleasure honestly, it wouldn't be torment.
I reached out and pulled Dennis's remaining arm toward me.
His rough, sun-tanned farmer's hands came into view.
When they came close enough, I opened my mouth and swallowed two of his fingers.
"Slurp, schlurp..."
The hard digits were enveloped by my tongue, becoming slick with saliva.
As expected, they tasted slightly salty.
I sucked on each knuckle like a lollipop while smacking my lips.
Perhaps provoked by this brazen act, Dennis gripped my jaw.
Then his two fingers began moving actively inside my mouth.
"Hahp..."
His rough finger movements caressed my tongue almost violently.
This was such a contrast to his normally kind and considerate personality.
This had to be his first time, yet he handled a woman with surprising skill.
"Rene! I, I can't...!"
Dennis tried to pull back hesitantly after removing his hand.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him back in.
At that moment, a powerful stream of semen gushed deep inside me.
My insides were being dyed hot with his essence.
I trembled and gasped from the pleasure of being filled.
Dennis, still lost in the afterglow of his climax, belatedly panicked and asked:
"Rene! Are you okay?"
"Hahh... yes. It was good."
"Ah, but I came inside you...?"
"...You'll have to take responsibility if I get pregnant."
Dennis's face instantly froze.
Perhaps this joke was too cruel for the innocent young man.
I stuck my tongue out playfully while smoothing my disheveled hair.
"Just kidding. It's a safe day."
"Haa. You scared me. I wouldn't be able to face my parents if there was an accident."
"More importantly, you. Seems like you're not satisfied yet."
The pillar between his legs was already proudly erect again.
No more words were needed.
I turned over onto my stomach, arching my back to present my rear to him.
"...Use me as much as you want."
I exhaled heated breaths with my forehead pressed into the pillow.
My sweat-and-juice-smeared holes were temptingly displayed to seduce him.
How many men could resist such a lewd sight?
True to expectations, Dennis remained faithful to his desires.
His large palms groped my buttocks before soon embracing my sides.
The start of our second coupling.
After that, he explored my body multiple times while changing positions.
Around his fourth ejaculation, Dennis pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.
"I-I really can't anymore. My back might give out at this rate."
"Ahnn, haaah...!"
I wasn't in any condition to brag either.
Having experienced multiple orgasms big and small, I'd even left some wet stains on the bed.
My groin was red and inflamed from friction too.
After lying there twitching for a while, I finally gathered myself.
Wiping the drool from my chin, I put my discarded clothes back on.
"Dennis. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"...What kind of question is that? It was the best moment of my life."
"Glad to hear it."
This should be sufficient repayment for his kindness.
Of course, I didn't plan to skip monetary compensation either.
Getting up from bed, I channeled recovery energy throughout my body.
All impurities vanished, leaving me feeling fresh as if I'd just showered.
"Phew. So refreshing."
Both body and mind felt perfectly clear.
Perfect timing—the awaited news arrived.
Dennis's parents had borrowed a wagon from the neighboring village.
We loaded the Dire Wolf carcass from the barn onto it.
The sun was still high in the afternoon sky.
Even with the slow wagon, we'd reach the city before nightfall.
"Will we... meet again?"
Facing our parting, Dennis called out to me with sorrowful eyes.
Had I lit a fire in this virgin's heart?
After quietly studying him, I lightly shook my head.
"Who knows? If fate allows, we might cross paths again someday."
Playing with fire should remain just that—play.
It couldn't be helped.
My circumstances didn't allow me to accept his innocent affections.
At most, I could share frivolous days like today.
"Goodbye, Dennis."
"...Take care, Rene."
The wagon turned away with our farewell.
I didn't look back at him.
My retreating figure would be enough.
After all, meetings and partings are inevitable counterparts.
We returned to the city by late afternoon.
From the city gates to the mercenary guild, stares and murmurs persistently followed us.
The uncovered wagon fully displayed the Dire Wolf carcass for all to see.
In rural border areas this might be normal, but an intact monster carcass was rare in the city.
Usually only hides or special materials remained after processing—rarely traded whole.
"Well, look who it is! The mercenary who slew a Dire Wolf and returned triumphant."
"...Daygan. News travels fast."
Daygan welcomed me warmly upon entering the guild.
With spectators gathering, word must have spread quickly.
"I assume you hunted it alone again, keeping your methods secret as usual?"
"That's right."
"Haha! You'll really make a name for yourself after this. Such a grand return parade you've arranged."
Daygan seemed excited as if this were his own achievement.
Seeing his reaction made me slightly concerned.
Had transporting the Dire Wolf so openly been reckless?
Public attention always cuts both ways.
This wasn't purely a happy matter.
"Hmm. Is this really a good thing?"
"Think positively. Lately more people had been eyeing you suspiciously. This should silence those baseless rumors."
Suspicious eyes, huh.
He must mean those who looked down on me for selling my body.
If this improved that perception, it was fortunate.
"Now, let's process this Dire Wolf first. Come with me."
Daygan and I moved to the parked wagon outside.
Leaving it here would only draw more gawkers.
Following his guidance, we relocated the carcass to the guild's inner courtyard.
"Quite a big one. Would take at least a twelve-member subjugation force to handle this safely."
"By silver and bronze badge standards?"
"Indeed. At minimum four experienced silvers and eight bronzes. With sturdy plate armor and specialized hunting gear too."
And I'd taken it down alone.
No wonder people eyed me with suspicion.
Noticing my awkward expression, he chuckled.
"No need to worry. Intact Dire Wolf carcasses are hard to obtain even with money. Who in this city would traffic such things?"
A fair point.
Aside from certain materials, monster carcasses were mostly useless bulk.
No merchant would bother handling them whole.
"No one with proper sense would underestimate you now, unbelievable as it seems."
"I see. Understood."
Being able to obtain the carcass was more impressive than slaying the Dire Wolf itself.
Meaning it was more reasonable to believe my hunting claims were true.
"Multiple fresh wounds, especially concentrated below the belly. The tongue and mouth are completely shredded."
"The hide was too thick."
"Difficult for aura users. That's why thorough weak point targeting like yours or specialized anti-monster equipment is necessary."
Daygan adjusted his glasses while thoroughly examining the Dire Wolf.
He even took notes in a small booklet.
Truly meticulous professional work.
Come to think of it, I had something to ask him.
"I suffered constant headaches while fighting this thing. Is that normal?"
"Ah, that'd be from magi. Higher-grade monsters constantly emit this turbid energy."
Like aura or mana then.
That explained the direct mental impact.
No wonder they're called monsters.
"Prolonged exposure causes permanent disabilities. Are you alright now?"
"Yes. After resting, I'm fine."
"Good to hear."
He advised caution going forward.
While Dire Wolves straddled low and mid-grade, higher monsters required avoiding close combat.
Only knight-level warriors could withstand magi comfortably, he said.
"The carcass is in decent condition. Processing will take time but should fetch a high price. Will you leave disposal to the guild?"
"Yes. I don't have anyone else to trust with it."
"Wise choice. Too troublesome for individuals to handle."
Following his gaze to the Dire Wolf, I had an idea.
Its black matte horns and pitch-black hide.
Rather than selling everything, what if I had some materials processed for my own use?
"What about making the horns into daggers and the hide into armor?"
"Hmm. The horns are better for magic reagents than weapons. Hide armor is a solid choice though—durable, tough, and with various resistances. Processing costs won't be cheap, mind you."
I never wanted to be stripped naked in battle again.
With plenty of silver earned, it was time to properly equip myself.
I liked the black color too.
"If you want armor from this hide, I can introduce our guild's contracted craftsman."
"You have those? Perfect."
"Consider it done. I'll make arrangements."
True to his role as the guild's jack-of-all-trades, he handled everything efficiently.
After finalizing carcass details, we returned to the lobby.
He placed a heavy pouch of silver coins beside my newly remade mercenary badge.
"This is the council's designated bounty."
"Quite heavy. How much is this?"
"120 Arshen."
Enough to surpass a single gold coin.
Equivalent to six Hobgoblins.
Or forty creampies from clients.
...This comparison felt strange.
My fees were so high that the Dire Wolf's value seemed cheap in contrast.
This was inevitable.
While top-tier as a prostitute, I remained mid-to-low as a mercenary.
Getting two or three silver per ejaculation was uniquely special.
"Thanks to you, those wolves should finally scatter. Quite the headache they were. My gratitude as a citizen."
"Don't mention it."
Dire Wolves were dangerous not just individually but for leading wolf packs.
With no further casualties, I'd contributed to local security.
"Return tomorrow afternoon. Need to discuss estimates with the craftsman."
"Understood. See you then."
With all business concluded, I bid Daygan farewell and exited the guild.
Dennis's father, who'd driven the wagon, waited outside.
I thanked him and handed over a suitable amount of silver.
More than enough for transport fees and gratitude.
Enough for nice clothes and plenty of meat for his family.
Repaying kindness always eased my conscience.
After parting with the driver, dusk approached.
I returned to Grace of the Rose, my workplace and residence.
Having taken yesterday off, I planned to work hard tonight.
Fighting the Dire Wolf had drained too much recovery power.
I needed to replenish my Lust points.
Changing into white negligee, I encountered a beauty upon exiting into the hallway.
Anethsa, was it?
A fellow Third Floor Lady with distinctive pink twin-tails and gem-like eyes.
We'd only exchanged introductions once before.
After exchanging nods, I moved toward my usual spot by the railing.
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance wafted over.
"Um, Miss Rene? Could we talk for a moment?"
Anethsa approached abruptly, looking up at me.
Her pink eyes sparkled like jewels.