Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: The Man in the Suit and the Bitch in the Mini Dress
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Once the tables had slowed down a bit, I took a moment to join the Joy Hog party's table.
"How's everyone doing? Finished up all your business?"
"Yeah. Checked our blessings too."
"Got our payouts squared away."
Jubel and Joy Hog nodded in turn.
"Joy Hog and I each got [Precise Strike] and [Steel Shield] blessings. They make your attacks more precise and your shield in hand even tougher."
They weren't game-changing blessings by any stretch, but they were the kind you were always better off having.
"Everyone ended up with traits that fit their roles perfectly."
"We got lucky."
"Compared to nearly dying and clawing our way back, these feel a little underwhelming."
"St-still, you got blessings. I'm jealous..."
Hitollis, who had passed out purifying herself after getting the [Curse of Divine Aversion], let out a deep sigh as she eyed the two.
"Hitollis, did you manage to lift that curse okay?"
"Oh, yes. Thanks to Lady Serif's grace, I escaped those evil clutches unscathed. It was a stroke of heaven's luck."
The Status Window showed no trace of the [Curse of Divine Aversion].
Good thing Serif had lifted Hitollis's curse.
Losing our cleric would tank the party's stability hard, so her recovery was a huge relief.
"Tch. Even curses get fixed by the virgin saint. That's badass. Maybe I should've gone paladin."
"Jubel, you seriously think the Wisdom God cult would let you in?"
"Nah, I'm a savage. Can't do this stuff if I'm in there."
Squeeeze—!
Jubel pinched and squeezed his nipple hard, sending breast milk splattering onto Lamel's pants.
"Gaaah! Jubel!!!"
"Kuhuhu!"
The pissed-off harpy mage Lamel grabbed Jubel by the hair and shook him. Jubel's tits flopped around wildly, spraying milk everywhere.
"Ha... fucking..."
The thought of cleaning that mess up already made my head spin.
"Here, take this. Commission payout for the job."
Joy Hog sighed at the pair but placed the money pouch in front of the party members anyway.
I peeked inside: three gold coins, ten silver ones, and two shiny sheets of paper.
I quickly closed it and looked at Joy Hog.
"Three gold coins? That's too much."
My heart pounded as I pocketed more than half my entire savings in one go.
Thrilled, but kinda thrown off.
"Monster extermination bounty split by headcount: ten silver. Hobgoblin shaman staff retrieval: one gold each. Outlaw capture contribution: 5 points. Two gold and 5 points from the temple for damages. Math checks out. Oh, and Balkan—they said the cult will handle your share separately, so drop by the temple soon."
No wonder the payout was fatter than expected. It included the temple's damage compensation.
'Nate Elrin and Serif mentioned compensating for those glutton-possessed paladins stabbing them up.'
"Got it."
I nodded happily. Nothing beat the rush of reward after the grind—you could picture it and smile.
"Those papers in the pouch? Submit 'em to the Union. They'll convert to contribution points."
Ten points total. Just twenty more to mid-tier explorer promotion.
Seemed doable quick.
Unless we got dragged into some bullshit, our skills were solid enough to clear up to floor 7 easy.
We swapped updates for a while.
"Oh, making a magic tool from that soulstone?"
"Damn, jealous! Maybe I should snag an artifact this time too?!"
"You got the cash?"
"Wahhh, broke. Lend me some."
"I-I could lend you some, but don't aim those tits my way. Scary as hell."
Unlike my worries, the soulstone barely came up.
We slid right into the next topic.
"So, heading into the Labyrinth this week too?"
All four party members shook their heads at once.
"Nah. That run was brutal. Gonna take it easy for a bit."
"We do this shit to eat and live. Nearly dying made me wanna chill more."
"Felt my limits hard. Gotta focus on magic training for now."
"I've got temple duties too..."
Different reasons, same verdict. Our party was taking a short break.
'Perfect timing.'
Ellie's academy graduation was right around the corner.
A Labyrinth run this week would've clashed—glad it worked out.
"See you back here in a month, then?"
"Spot on. Even if we rust a little, we need that time to recover mentally and fix up gear."
Joy Hog nodded. Party decision made.
The group, opting for a brief rest, kept drinking late before calling it.
"Urp... damn... milk stink..."
"Hehe... ball sweat..."
"Ugh... st-stop... it's disrespectful to the Wisdom God..."
I shoved the drunken messes out of the inn. Reeked of booze and sour milk.
"Good work, Balkan."
"Ah, thanks."
Diana handed me a cool glass of water.
I chugged it down, and my head cleared with a buzz—fatigue melting away.
A tangy sweetness lingered on the finish.
"Whoa, this is good. Not just plain water, huh?"
"Lemon and sugar boiled, then chilled. Glad you like it."
Diana's cooking was next level, as always.
Who'd have thought lemonade in this world?
As I scanned the cleaned-up inn post-closing, I realized one face was missing.
"Oh yeah, where's Ellie?"
"Said she's off to the royal inner castle in the noble district for about five days. Graduation's close, so she's probably thinking about her future."
Ellie had been scouted for royal mage straight out of academy enrollment—real prodigy.
'Freaked when she got into exploring, but good she's on a better path.'
For the best.
A pure kid like Ellie didn't belong in the Labyrinth's malice-ridden depths.
Safer job meant better portal research too.
"Um, so... about that..."
Diana opened up hesitantly, voice thick with embarrassment.
My gaze drifted down naturally.
Breath quickening, that shamefully trembling, curse-ridden seductive body hit with every lewd affliction.
The woman before me wasn't the Labyrinth city's popular innkeeper Diana.
Nor the high explorer Ordia with her storied feats.
Just... a bitch in agony from the Curse Rejecting Subpar Dicks, desperately craving her virginity broken.
Craving it.
Relief from her lust.
Remembering the dick-arousing pheromones flooding her room last night made my inner beast stir.
"T-tomorrow, together—!"
Squish!
"Eek...!"
I roughly grabbed her tit mid-sentence, and with her sensitivity cranked fivefold, she gasped sharply.
She yanked her quivering waist back, bending over.
My hand followed, claiming that soft, massive breast.
Looking down at her hunched form, I said,
"Daughter's barely gone and you're begging for lust relief? That's cold."
"Th-that's not—?! Hnng...!"
I eased my grip, stroking the tender curve between her tit and armpit. Her waist twitched wildly.
'Wonder if Diana can lactate too.'
Breast milk only from pregnancy. I wanted to suckle hers dry—no baby shares. All mine.
"Nng...!"
As I reached for her thick, erect nipple to milk that healthy, dick-growing mommy juice, Diana jerked back fast.
Too quick to react.
Her face flushed crimson, eyes soft and unfocused despite the gentle glaze.
Still, her lips—firm with resolve—parted after a silent beat.
"I-it's not about lust relief... I-I was gonna ask if you wanted to... go out to the market district... g-get a suit fitted too, hnng... s-so..."
Her voice trembled with shame even as she steadied her heated breath. It hit me like a hammer to the skull.
'Idiot. One night together and you think it's something? Snap out of it. Orphan trash like you getting attached to family types? Don't cross lines. Not the time.'
Cold reason slapped reality into me.
"S-sorry. I lost my head for a—"
Squish.
Before I could apologize, Diana seized my arms with both hands.
Breath caught.
Her trembling fingers, laced with hesitation and taboo thrill, guided my palm to her chest.
Plop—
Her slender fingers wrapped my thick, rough hand over the gray milf dress, pressing it to her massive tit.
"N-no need... to apologize..."
Her face hid behind lowered, cascading hair.
Just her flushed nape and earlobes burned into view.
"If anything... it's me... who's..."
She trailed off bashfully, letting actions speak.
Squeeze.
Her delicate hand pressed my rough one firmer. My grip mashed her soft breast.
Her earlobes and nape deepened to scarlet.
In the silence, I tightened slightly. Her tit overflowed my fingers.
"Haaahn...!"
Diana moaned longingly, slowly stroking my forearm like a tease.
No—this wasn't like a tease.
Unmistakable bitch behavior.
Offering her tits, begging my rough handprints to mark this slutty chest... clear mating signal.
"...Will you?"
My dick throbbed at the received signal.