The Two-Coin Hole (Part 2)
"Oooh...!"
A frivolous moan devoid of any semblance of grace.
But there was nothing I could do about it.
If anyone were to be penetrated this suddenly and unexpectedly, they'd react the same way, not just me.
Moreover, Councilman Verdushi's member was excessively hard and thick.
"Hoo. Nice and warm. Feels like my dick might melt."
"Higguk...!"
A heaviness, on a completely different level from when the anal beads were inserted, was felt in my stomach.
My rear hole, as if delighted by this pleasure, tightened around him flawlessly, constricting his manhood.
"Just lie back and relax. I'll do the moving this time."
Along with his words, his penis drove in deep.
With my face buried in the pillow, I stifled the unfamiliar sensation and the shameful urge to defecate.
"Sticky and chewy—Mademoiselle Rene, you're a prodigy even from behind."
Councilman Verdushi, having driven his pillar all the way in, paused his movements as if to savor the feeling.
In that brief moment, as I tried to calm my ragged breathing, he suddenly grabbed my buttocks firmly.
"Hggut...!"
"Now, let's get serious."
Holding his position, he gripped my hips and pulled his member out.
The thick shaft slowly withdrew, resisting the tenacious clinging of my flesh.
As soon as the glans caught at the entrance of my anus, he slammed his cock back in all at once.
"Hgiit...!"
A rough insertion with absolutely no consideration.
As if the tasting was over, he began moving his hips repeatedly.
The sweat-slicked meat rod slid in and out of my back passage incessantly.
"Nghit, Uhhut...!"
All I could do was let out obscene noises every time my hole was violated.
My buttocks were crushed by the powerful piston-like thrusts, and my anus burned hot.
"My, my. It's a flood. Aren't you squirting a bit too much?"
Continuing his stitching, the councilman pointed out my disgraceful state.
Just as he said, my aroused privates were quivering and continued to gush forth fluids.
"S-sorry, uhhit...!"
Like a broken sprinkler, my privates poured out another stream of liquid.
There was nothing I could do about it.
I had already completely lost control of my body.
With the switch flipped, I was now nothing but a slave to lust, craving only pleasure.
"Tsk tsk, a grown lady being so untidy. This won't do. I must administer punishment."
"...Huh? Wh-what do you, Kyauhut!"
A smacking sound rang out simultaneously as the flesh of my buttocks jiggled in all directions.
Councilman Verdushi's thick palm had struck my cheek.
"What a delightful feel. I've wanted to spank this big rear since the first time I saw it."
"Uuet..."
So punishment meant spanking.
I was startled for a moment, but I relaxed and presented my bottom to him.
Being spanked with a hand was something I could accommodate without issue.
By my standards, it wasn't even considered a particularly sadistic fetish.
"Uhhuut...!"
But after my bottom had been struck four or five more times, I realized I had overlooked one thing.
I had never once been spanked while something was lodged in my anus.
"Ohoook...!"
The shock transmitted to my buttocks was being conveyed perfectly to my back passage.
It was essentially the same effect as a vibrating insertion.
My mind tingled with pleasure and ecstasy from the thick shaft trembling inside me.
"C-Councilman! St-stop! This is dangerous...!"
Every time my buttocks were struck, the flesh walls of my rear passage contracted and my anus clenched tightly.
Just the relentless thrusting was overwhelming enough; adding this vibration made it impossible to endure.
"Hm? What's so dangerous? Just let go of my dick and say it properly."
But unlike me, trembling on the verge of orgasm, he was utterly composed.
The spanking, now several times sharper than before, was just a bonus.
The palm strikes, delivered with full force, made the flesh of my buttocks jiggle and produce loud sounds.
They were intense blows that wouldn't be surprising if they left red handprints.
"Nguuhut...!"
"Trying to act coy, are we? Telling me to stop even like this. Your mouth and body are completely out of sync."
Councilman Verdushi showed no sign of stopping.
On the contrary, he seemed even more delighted, wholly focused on conquering me.
I, too, was finding it difficult to maintain my sanity.
My consciousness, increasingly numb with ecstasy, was being redirected to my body, now submerged in carnal desire.
The hot meat rod incessantly sliding in and out of me, and my back passage clinging stickily to match its rhythm.
My well-padded buttocks, perfect for spanking, screamed in pleasurable cries as they were struck, and my privates continued to messily gush fluids.
Big and small climaxes erupted one after another, to the point where I could no longer tell if this was a dream or reality.
Supreme pleasure painted my mind white with rapture.
Vulgar screams no longer escaped my lips.
Only the cries of a beast in heat echoed through the room.
Before this superior manhood and violent spanking, I was no longer a lady but merely a female animal.
Drool dripped from my mouth, sweat flew from my body, and below, I was in the midst of pouring out love juices.
An overwhelming climax, from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes, swept through my entire body.
"Ngohohot...!"
Instantly, as if struck by lightning, my body convulsed and went into spasms.
My vision darkened along with the convulsions.
Basking in the thick semen being poured inside me, my consciousness finally cut out.
* * *
When I opened my eyes, my surroundings were filled with darkness.
What I felt next was the pungent pain in my buttocks and the soreness of my anus.
My lower back ached as if it had been dislocated.
Had I finally passed out from Councilman Verdushi's prowess?
It seemed I had fallen asleep afterward and only now regained consciousness as dawn was breaking.
"...Don't tell me."
Anxious, I quickly sat up.
Then, I pressed my nose against the already dried bedsheet and sniffed.
Contrary to my expectations, no unpleasant odor wafted up.
Only the faint scent of lavender from the laundry soap lingered.
Thankfully, it seemed that while I had passed out, I hadn't lost control of my bladder.
Finally relieved, I looked around and saw two gold coins placed on a shelf.
They must be the payment Councilman Verdushi left behind.
It was an amount that felt rewarding for the trouble I'd gone through.
Adding those two coins, my total assets now amounted to roughly 83 Denar.
It was an unbelievable fortune, but I decided to spend it cautiously.
The third sin, 'Greed,' was nearing its unlock condition, following Lust and Pain.
- Lust (17,411pt)
- Pain (8,720pt)
- Greed (Unlock Required)
I had accumulated a significant amount of Pain points from eliminating the bandit group.
I should be able to reach 10,000 soon and unlock Greed.
Just as sexual acts earned Lust and sadistic violence earned Pain, Greed was highly likely to be related to wealth.
Therefore, it would be wise to save these gold coins for future possibilities.
I stored the 2 Denar in my chest and picked up my clothes to get dressed.
After also grabbing my sword, I moved my steps to the backyard.
I had made progress in swordsmanship after several sparring sessions with Red Nose.
I needed to firmly ingrain that progress into my body before I forgot it.
First, the diagonal slash.
Unlike the horizontal and vertical slashes, which I was already familiar with, the diagonal slash was still not second nature.
Under the moonlight, I swung my sword for hours, practicing the optimal diagonal slash.
It was only around the time the moon set and the sun began to rise that I fully mastered the diagonal slash.
But I wasn't satisfied with just that.
I steadied my stance and began practicing thrusts.
A perfect thrust, where the feet and legs grounding me, followed by the waist and arm muscles, even the hand and the sword itself, achieved complete harmony.
The fiercely launched sword strike tore through the air, displaying its might.
This level, while not yet masterful, was quite decent proficiency.
As I was zealously thrusting my sword, Sir Vulcan's voice came from behind me.
"Your movements have improved quite a bit."
I stopped my training and immediately bowed to him.
For some reason, Sir Vulcan had a companion with him.
A burly man known as Richard the Bull.
He was the one in charge of overall management of the knights at the Grace of the Rose.
"It seems you've grasped the sense of coordination, so I'll give you a test at this point."
At Sir Vulcan's gesture, Richard strode over to me.
Simultaneously, he extended a hand as large as a pot lid.
"Pleasure. You probably know already, but I'm Richard. They call me The Bull too. My hair's yellowish, and I'm strong as an ox."
"Nice to meet you, Mister Richard. I'm Rene."
I reached out and shook his hand.
We'd never had a proper conversation, but we'd exchanged nods in passing.
I heard he was the only aura user among the Grace of the Rose knights.
"The test is simple. Defeat this fellow in a spar. Time and opportunities are unlimited. There will be no instruction until you win."
So I had to beat this man to learn the next stage.
I turned to look at Richard, and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Well, that's how it is."
It probably wasn't his choice; he seemed to have been dragged here by Sir Vulcan.
As a close associate and an aura user, he was a suitable sparring partner for me.
It seemed I had unintentionally inconvenienced him.
"Winning won't be that easy. This guy might look dopey, but at the aura user level, his skill is unmatched."
"...I see."
Indeed, Richard's physique and muscles were exceptional from the start.
The natural aura he emitted also created an oppressive pressure around him.
"Give it your best shot."
Leaving just the two of us, Sir Vulcan departed.
Richard, who had been standing idly, finally relaxed and spoke casually.
"Kkeung. He's finally gone. So, wanna fight right away?"
"Yes. Please go easy on me."
I received a practice sword from him and created some distance.
If Sir Vulcan vouched for him, he must be a formidable opponent.
To gauge my chances, I needed to first assess his capabilities.
"Ladies first."
His tone was as smooth and sly as his amiable appearance.
Not refusing his offer to attack first, I quickly closed the distance.
I then unleashed a diagonal slash with all my might, aiming for his shoulder.
"Ouch. Rough."
It was my best shot, but Richard blocked the strike without changing his expression.
No matter. I immediately followed up with a horizontal slash.
"Hm, too predictable."
But this time too, Richard calmly parried my sword.
The moment I tried to press on with a third strike, undeterred,
his fierce blow was swung with enough force to split my skull.
"Kkeut...!"
I barely managed to block it, but the downward force was overwhelmingly heavy.
Given his extraordinary muscles, his raw strength seemed greater than mine.
I'd lose in a contest of strength.
I tried to disengage before my sword broke, but Richard didn't let me go so easily.
Like a snake coiling around its prey, he subdued my sword and threw a punch.
"Aghuk!"
The massive impact driven into my stomach made my legs go weak, and my stance collapsed.
Aimed at my now defenseless neck was Richard's practice sword.
It was my complete defeat.
"You alright?"
"...Again, please."
Six times after that.
After the first defeat, we sparred six more times, but the outcomes were decided in an instant.
I was utterly defeated from a position of overwhelming inferiority, failing to land a single meaningful blow.p>
The gap was on a level that made me feel powerless, just like when I sparred with Asheke.
In physical ability, sword technique, combat experience—everything was Richard's superiority.
"Well, Mister Rene. I think it'd be best to stop here for today."
"...Thank you for your precious time. I'll be sure to repay you later."
Richard's main job was managing the knights of the Grace of the Rose.
Keeping him here for long would just be me being selfish.
After exchanging farewells, I reviewed the spar with him.
Swordsmanship was one thing, but the biggest problem right now was the difference in physical specs.
To overcome this, I needed to raise my stats first through Pain's equivalent exchange.
The time was around noon. There was still plenty of time to take on a request.
I headed straight to the guild, where Daygan greeted me as usual.
"Oh, it's you. There happens to be a good job. Care to hear it?"
That was welcome news.
I nodded readily, and he continued his explanation.
"Undead have been spawning near the southern Barony of Dunas. So the church and the Baron are sparing no expense recruiting an extermination squad. For a Silver Badge mercenary like you, it's a chance to make big money."
"Undead..."
It was somewhat tempting, but more important than the reward were the Pain points.
Undead are already dead bodies, so they probably don't feel pain, right?
If so, earning points would be impossible.
"Any other jobs? Undead don't really appeal to me."
"Hmm. How about slimes then. Acidic slimes are proliferating en masse in the western wetlands. The council has posted a standing extermination request."
Slimes. Slimes are classified as living creatures.
Meaning there's a possibility they feel pain.
This was definitely better than undead.
"Slimes sound good. Can you draw me a map to the wetlands?"
"Sure thing. Bring back the slime's core as proof. They're paying 25 Grange per piece."
25 Grange was a higher reward than for wolves or goblins.
Given the ominous name 'Acidic Slime,' they must be dangerous monsters.
Mentioning that, I asked, and Daygan gave a clear answer.
"The reason the reward is high? Simple. Slime cores are used as magic materials or alchemical reagents. The 25 Grange set by the guild includes both the extermination reward and the core purchase cost."
"So the slimes themselves aren't that strong, I take it."
If it's 25 Grange even after including the purchase cost, it essentially means the danger level is lower than goblins.
Daygan, who was drawing the map, nodded in agreement with my assumption.
"Should be nothing for a Silver Badge mercenary like you. They vary by individual, but slimes are basically classified as the lowest-grade monsters."
"Like goblins or kobolds?"
"That's right. But don't underestimate them too much. They're slow as molasses, but the acid itself is deadly."
I nodded at his warning.
Even if they are the lowest grade, monsters are monsters.
Given the chance, they could easily melt a person.
Daygan handed me the map and offered one last piece of advice.
"You're an aura user, so you'll have resistance to acid, but I'd still recommend wearing the thickest clothes you have. Just to avoid any... embarrassing accidents."
He was worried my clothes might melt, leaving me to return naked.
Fortunately, that wasn't a problem for me. I had underwear, gloves, and boots made from dire wolf leather.
There was no way an acidic slime could melt through that.
"Thanks for the advice. I'll be going now."
"Good luck."
After exchanging farewells with him, I immediately left the city through the western wall.
After goblins, wolves, and kobolds, it was now time to exterminate slimes.
If I succeed in this extermination, I should be able to unlock Greed and also achieve the stalled stat growth.
Then beating Richard wouldn't be an impossibility either.
I ran at full speed along the road, checking the map.
After about half a day, a place with particularly dense vegetation came into view.
A dark, somewhat ominous-feeling wetland.
The air was unpleasantly humid, fitting for a monster habitat.
It seemed I had found my destination correctly.
Keeping my guard up, I entered the wetland.
As Daygan said, complacency was dangerous. I didn't know when or where the acidic slimes might swarm.
An anomaly occurred after I had advanced for about thirty minutes.
It wasn't a slime attack. Rather, I sensed a presence up ahead.
Soon after, three men emerged, pushing through the bushes.
Startled upon seeing me, they pointed their weapons at me.
I also raised my sword.
Their shabby appearance and unkempt beards left no doubt—they were bandits.
To think there were such scum even in a monster den like this.
They must be planning to ambush and rob novice mercenaries who came to hunt slimes.
Anyway, it was fortunate I ran into them.
The moment I was about to cut all three down in one stroke, one of the younger-looking men urgently shouted.
"W-wait! That black hair and black eyes...! A-are you by any chance Mister Rene?"