Kobold Extermination Squad (4)
KANG-!
Two pieces of steel clashed, spewing sparks.
The force was enough to make my hands tingle.
It seems he's worth his size—quite a fierce strength. I wouldn't be overpowered, but gaining the upper hand would be difficult.
In that case, I'll have to try a different approach.
I deflected the sword and swiftly closed the distance.
The kobold panicked and flustered at my agile approach.
His speed is pathetic compared to his strength.
Then cooking him will be an easy task.
Lowering my body, I deeply slashed one of its legs.
"Krrr...! Keng!"
The kobold, having suffered a severe wound, growled and swung its greatsword.
But its leg was struck, and it had already lost its balance.
The viciously swung greatsword only cut through the air, not even touching a single hair on my body.
When I slashed the remaining leg as well, the kobold was finally forced to its knees.
Now, all it could do was put up a meaningless resistance.
"Kreuk! Krrrung!"
Having lost its footing, the creature weakly swung its sword wildly.
I forcefully parried it and, aiming for the opening, stabbed the center of its chest.
That was the end.
"Hoh. Not bad skills."
I turned my head at the sudden evaluation.
Subjugation Force Leader Ashekh.
He was looking at me with an interested expression.
It seemed he had been watching my fight just now.
By the way, what's with that carefree and relaxed attitude in the middle of a battlefield?
The atmosphere felt somewhat awkward, detached from the urgent surroundings.
Just as I was about to express my thanks out of courtesy, he widened his eyes and urgently shouted.
"Behind you! It's dangerous!"
The large-bodied kobold I had been fighting.
Another kobold of similar size was swinging a club at him.
If he got hit by that, at least one bone would break.
"Hm? Aha."
But my worry was unfounded.
Ashekh easily stepped back to evade and beheaded the giant kobold in a single strike.
The headless body spewed blood and toppled over sideways.
To slice through that thick neck in one go. Incredible speed, and the power is no less impressive.
So this is the skill of an Aura Expert on the verge of a Gold Badge.
It seems he didn't become the leader of the subjugation force for nothing.
"...That's embarrassing."
"Well, no need for that. It seems these two were the only Kobold Champions."
Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember hearing about it from Daygan before we set out.
Kobold Champions, classified as superior entities.
No wonder they seemed a bit special—so these large fellows were them.
They weren't as strong as the gap between Goblins and Hobgoblins, but they were much stronger than ordinary kobolds.
"Just two Champions. As expected, there doesn't seem to be a chieftain-level leader in this nest either. Hmm, this situation is quite suspicious..."
Ashekh muttered to himself with a thoughtful expression.
Leaving him to his thoughts, I moved again for the subjugation.
A bloodwind blew once, and the nest burned up, becoming ruins.
Once again, there were no worthwhile spoils or food to collect.
The mercenaries grumbled and collectively returned to the campsite.
"Nunim. I've brought water."
"Good work."
There was still quite some time until night, so I decided to reorganize my equipment in the meantime.
I sprinkled laundry herb powder into the water I had drawn from nearby.
My top and pants were fine since I had spares, but my cloak wasn't.
It was soaked with the blood of kobolds, emitting an unpleasant smell.
I couldn't possibly wear it in this state.
After finishing a quick wash, I hung the cloak on a line near the tent.
It should be somewhat dry by the time I go to bed.
After that, as I sat idly in a corner of the campsite, I felt sidelong glances.
It was a familiar attention, but today the stares were a bit excessive.
The reason was obvious.
It was because I wasn't wearing my robe-cloak, so my entire figure was visible.
The form-fitting blouse clearly showed the contours of my feminine form, including my breasts, while the tight leather pants vividly revealed the lines of my hips, thighs, and legs.
For some, this outfit might feel even more obscene than being naked.
Even if someone asked if I dressed like this on purpose to enjoy men's gazes, I wouldn't have much to say.
Still, if I had to make an excuse that wasn't really an excuse, this was the best option for me.
Because fluttering clothes were incredibly annoying during combat.
An outer garment like a robe was unavoidable, but wearing loose clothing just didn't suit me.
Above all, these breasts and hips weren't the kind that could be easily hidden.
To put it bluntly, it was like trying to hide a pearl in a bag.
Unless I wore several layers of thick clothing, hiding my figure was difficult.
"Is that woman Rene? The one who works at the Rose's Grace, that whore..."
"Shh! Lower your voice. If you pick a fight, you won't even be able to collect your bones."
The mercenaries loitered around me without any particular business.
I could hear them whispering among themselves, but I didn't pay it any mind.
The only woman among dozens of rough men. And a beauty at that, plus a prostitute.
In the current situation, it wouldn't be strange if I received all sorts of advances and harassment.
However, not a single one actually dared to act presumptuously toward me.
It was largely due to the hierarchical difference in skill between Bronze and Silver Badges, and because I went on a rampage every battle.
Seeing me drenched in blood and committing slaughter, they naturally felt fear.
I must appear as a woman too dangerous to view merely as an object of lust.
Thanks to that, I was spared from annoying pestering, which suited me just fine.
"Hey there, Rene. You fought amazingly again today."
However, the smooth-talking Silver Badge mercenaries had no reason to be reserved around me. We were on equal footing.
The burly man who had poured me two beers yesterday, Waldo, greeted me familiarly.
"The kobolds were easy opponents. But the Champions were no pushovers."
"Ah, I saw that too. For something that's 'no pushover,' you killed it with just a few slashes. I couldn't do that, you know? That's some fearsome skill."
It wasn't flattery; he seemed genuinely impressed.
When I just nodded slightly without much reaction, he scratched his chin awkwardly.
Even if my skills were praised, I didn't feel particularly happy.
At this level, I cannot carry out Rubyia's revenge.
I need to be at least knight-level to slaughter all of those enemies.
"By the way, just asking out of curiosity. Are you open for business now?"
"What kind of business are you talking about?"
"You know, the thing. Fucking. How about it?"
I wondered why he suddenly spoke to me. So that was the purpose after all.
At Waldo's bold question, the attention of the nearby mercenaries focused on us.
They must have been thinking the same thing but only saying it in their minds until now.
He wasn't in a position where he needed to watch his words around me, and his personality was straightforward.
I actually preferred this direct approach. It was a hundred times better than those who acted slyly behind my back.
"I haven't washed for three days. Your stomach might turn, are you sure?"
"You don't look that dirty to me? Well, so what if there's a bit of smell. With that face, those firm tits, and that tight ass, it's a done deal."
"......"
I was at a loss for words at his overly hearty answer.
Waldo was a more open and fiery man than I had thought.
"How bad can the stench be compared to an Imperial woman? I'm fully accustomed to that sour and nasty smell. My ex-wife was from the Empire. Even now, that bushy armpit..."
"Stop, stop! I get your point, but I have no intention of doing it."
"Really? That's a shame."
I pressed my fingers against my temples.
What kind of indecent conversation is this.
I had zero interest in knowing about some unknown Imperial woman's body odor and body hair condition.
"Hmm. Is it because of that beanpole over there?"
Waldo pointed at Tir behind me.
Tir, who had been quietly eavesdropping, blinked in surprise at the sudden mention.
"He was useless against a Kobold Champion. Isn't someone like me more impressive than that scrawny beanpole?"
Waldo rolled up his sleeve and showed off his muscular arm.
It was quite impressive.
Any woman who preferred strong men would want to be held in those arms.
Not that I had any particular interest.
"Well."
"Just imagine the mighty dick attached to this powerful body? I saw that guy pissing once, and it was pretty hefty. But still not as good as mine."
I felt sorry for him, but bigger isn't always better.
In fact, if it's too big, the pain can outweigh the pleasure.
Didn't I almost lose consciousness from the pain when I dealt with that Hobgoblin before?
"Waldo. I get that you're an impressive man. But right now, I'm selling my sword, not my body."
"Sigh. If you just tried it once, you'd change your mind..."
Waldo clicked his tongue regretfully.
His sharp eyes licked over every inch of me from my chest to my crotch.
I calmly accepted his gaze, and eventually, Waldo nodded.
"Well, alright. I won't push further. But let's meet at your place later. We're mercenaries who could die any day, so if I can sleep with a beauty like you, I should give it a shot, right?"
"...Sure. I'll look forward to it then."
'We're mercenaries who could die any day.' His words made sense.
Three silver coins weren't cheap, but it was an inexpensive price for rubbing skins with a woman like me.
And after he kept talking like that, I did get a bit curious.
Just how confident was he to proposition me so boldly in front of everyone?
Of course, my curiosity remained just curiosity.
I had no intention of doing any prostitution separately during the subjugation period.
If I started accepting one person, I'd end up having to service the entire subjugation force.
I came here to exterminate kobolds, not to handle the mercenaries' sexual desires.
Go jerk off somewhere out of sight. I'll gladly be the object of your fantasies.
As Waldo stepped back, the gathered crowd of mercenaries dispersed.
It was almost dinner time anyway.
Feeling much more at ease, I stretched out both legs.
"Nunim. Are you going to eat?"
"No. I'll just sit here."
Tir chewed on some hardtack with a sullen expression.
He seemed somewhat anxious, different from usual.
Perhaps he felt uncomfortable from the conversation with Waldo earlier.
I had known for a while that Tir saw me as more than just a partner.
It was understandable since I was the first woman he'd been with.
But if he goes any further, he'll only end up hurting himself.
Because I'm a promiscuous whore.
Hundreds of men have been inside me over the years.
That number will only increase in the future, not decrease.
I resolved to draw a line someday.
For Tir's sake, that was the right thing to do.
Emotions beyond necessity would only twist and distort our relationship.
As always, night fell, and Tir and I lay side by side inside the tent.
Today was his turn for night watch.
"It's the 2nd shift, right? That's tough. You must be tired, so try to get some sleep, even if it's just a bit."
Silver Badge mercenaries, including me, were exempt from night watch.
It was a form of preferential treatment and to preserve the main combat force.
After sending him some encouragement, I closed my eyes as well.
"Nunim. I, I can't sleep..."
Tir's voice broke the silence.
It obviously wasn't a request for conversation because he couldn't sleep.
Knowing the intention behind his words, worry came first.
"Are you sure? You're not overdoing it, are you?"
"I'm perfectly fine. In fact, I'm so full of energy it's a problem."
What kind of bravado is this? I saw with my own eyes how he struggled all day.
Still, I didn't refuse and obediently pulled down the blanket.
This was the first time he had initiated intimacy.
He must have mustered courage to say it, and I didn't want to embarrass him unnecessarily.
"...Then just once. Not three times like yesterday."
"Yes. I'll really only do it once."
In the darkness, I began to remove my clothes, layer by layer.
Tir matched me, taking off his pants and shirt.
He even took out a Yagwangseok to slightly brighten the surroundings.
We were in sync by now.
"You must be tired, so I'll move on top. Come here... Kyahk!"
A frivolous moan I'd never heard before burst from my mouth.
I trembled and buried my face in the pillow.
Tir had suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace.
His firm, lean body pressed against me, and I felt his hot body temperature for a moment.
"...Tir?"
He's been acting strange since earlier. He wasn't originally this assertive.
It seemed something during the evening had flipped a switch in his psychology.
The candid conversation I had with Waldo must be the cause.
"......"
Tir buried his face in my chest and silently nuzzled against me.
Accepting his affection, I reached out and slowly stroked his brown hair.
"Are you worried? That I might go to another man?"
Tir's movements stopped. It seemed I hit the mark.
"...To be honest, yes. That's right."
Possessiveness.
After eavesdropping on my conversation with Waldo, Tir seemed to have realized it anew.
That I could push him away and go into another man's arms at any time.
Of course, I had already refused once.
But if the mercenaries' advances continued steadily, I might eventually allow a hand or mouth.
I'm just not doing it because it's bothersome and troublesome, but it's work that can earn plenty of money.
For him, who wants to have me all to himself, even this slight possibility must be hard to bear.
"Tir. You don't need to worry about that. I have no intention of getting friendly with any other mercenaries here besides you."
I had resolved to draw a line, but the words that came out of my mouth were comfort and a promise.
How could I be harsh with him when he's being so affectionate like this?
The friendship and camaraderie we've built made my heart weak.
"I'm sorry. For acting like a greenhorn for no reason..."
Tir trailed off with a gloomy face.
After watching him quietly for a moment, I made up my mind and spoke.
"...If you're really anxious, then try making it so I can't be satisfied without you. Give me so much pleasure that I won't even think of other men."
Tir and I have good sexual compatibility.
He just lacks experience, but if he hones his skills, he could make me climax dozens of times.
In fact, last time he made me squirt excessively.
"Y-You mean make it so you can't be satisfied without me?"
"Yes. Make my body one that can't be satisfied without Tir."
With those words, I moved away a bit and lay face down.
Then I stacked my chest beneath me and raised my hips toward him.
Doggy style. Vulgarly put, it was the position for getting fucked from behind.
"Now, you only have one shot, so do your best. But don't take too long. You'll be late for night watch if you— Mmphhooook!"
A wanton moan I'd never heard before erupted from my mouth.
I trembled and buried my face in the pillow.
Tir's massive cock, thrust in all at once, was ruthlessly crushing my insides.
"Heeek, Hgrueut..."
It definitely wasn't like this before, but today it felt particularly larger and harder.
Was Tir's thing always this ferocious?
I had just confidently told him to make my body one that can't be satisfied without him.
But with just one thrust, I was already losing my mind.
"Nunim...!"
"Ti, ruet...!"
Tir's hips began to move.
Now I don't know anymore.
In the face of the pleasure pouring down like a storm, I became nothing but a beast in heat.
I became a bitch in heat, presenting my hips to him even more.