Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Goblin Subjugation (With Erogame Buffs) (2)
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Why do they even put monsters in H-games? If you consider the whole point of the game and what players are after.
—Kyaaak! A wild goblin...♡
—Ah, no, I've been tamed by the orc...♡
—I've become a body that can't live without slime...♡
In nine cases out of ten, it's to satisfy sexual urges.
I'd never seen gods like that in the game's CGs, but they got mentioned in the dialogue. My guess that the worldview wouldn't be all that peaceful, thanks to status ailments and such, had been spot on.
Truth be told, Konakan's party wasn't so low-ranked that they had to be hunting goblins.
But they weren't exactly living the high life either, backed by nobles as their personal mercenaries or anything.
To make money, they had to take whatever requests came their way.
"Where's the goblin cave?"
"Outskirts of Ruzanburg."
"Still, that's a full day there and a full day back."
In an era with no real transport besides horses, that kind of walking distance wasn't exactly short.
They'd probably hike all day, set up camp, grab some rough sleep, trek the rest of the way to wipe out the goblins, then head back.
At least the inventory function meant they didn't have to lug camping gear on their backs like some ROK Army grunt.
Just wanna get there fast, come back, chug some dark beer, and crash in bed.
I let out a massive yawn, making it painfully obvious how annoying this all was.
"Um, Kiriche... no. Kiriche."
Konakan sidled up to me, his face full of worry, and whispered.
"What now?"
Already annoyed as hell, I crossed my arms and shot him a glare, basically daring him to waste my time.
"We have to have sex at least once on the way there."
What the fuck did he just say?
My heart dropped, and my brain snapped wide awake.
*
On the road to Ruzanburg.
The path wound between a brilliant blue sky and endless green hills, like something straight out of the Windows XP wallpaper—bright, beautiful, idyllic.
It was the kind of fairy-tale scenery that made you wonder if Earth even had spots this gorgeous, but I wasn't in the mood to admire it.
So I hung back a bit, lagging behind to brood alone. Needed some space.
"Weather's amazing."
"Totally feels like a date!"
Rebecca and Lucia, with Konakan sandwiched between them, hooked arms and growled at each other.
"Bet Konakan thinks he's on a date with me."
"Nah, you're delusional as hell, Rebecca."
"He only comes looking for you when he needs to scratch that breeding itch."
"Ah, so that's why you've never taken Konakan's dick even once."
"Better than being a second-string cumdump who never got any real love."
"Second-string? You done?"
Konakan just sighed heavily between the two of them, looking exhausted as ever.
They tilted their heads, puzzled, then shot me a dirty look in unison.
"Why's he so wiped out?"
"Last night seemed pretty steamy, though."
"How would you know?"
"I swung by the inn this morning! Konakan was sprawled under the bed, looking totally fucked."
Konakan tried explaining, "No, I slept on the floor on purpose, nothing happened," but it fell on deaf ears.
I had zero interest in clearing it up myself.
Who knew? Maybe I'd get a front-row seat to that "steamy night" of theirs tonight.
[19:47:21]
'Fuck...'
Should've just done it last night over drinks.
A day there, a day back—that's at least 48 hours of travel time. But the contract meant Konakan and I had to fuck within 48 hours, so no matter what, we'd need to squeeze in at least two rounds on this trip.
Outdoors!
Everyone's heard of public pissing, but public fucking? What kind of depraved bullshit was this?
And unfortunately, since I'd gotten "raped" pretty early last night, the timer floating over Konakan's head right now read...
Tonight's camp meant we had to do it!
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped me. They were strolling along leisurely, no forced march in sight, so we might end up even later than expected.
If luck was really shit, we'd be fucking three times.
I could already imagine the fishy stench of semen assaulting my nose. Made me wanna puke.
Seriously, where? What time? How to make it discreet? How to clean up the cum?
Every little detail felt like it could lead straight to a bad end.
"Konakan! What're we having for dinner?"
"I want meat!"
"I asked Konakan, so shouldn't you back off, Lucia?"
"Only thing you'd take from me is Konakan's dick?"
"Perverted bitch."
"Better than someone who wants to be perverted but can't."
"Hey!!"
As the two of them started their usual spat with Konakan in the middle, he snuck a glance back at me, his face etched with worry.
His eyes said it all: his brain was throbbing too, trying to figure out how to sneak in a secret, heroic fuck amid this ironclad vigilance.
This is insane.
While I stewed, the sun dipped low, and we found a campsite before it got too dark. Lit a fire.
Luckily, there was a small rock cave. Decent-sized entrance but not too deep—perfect shelter from rain without needing setups, and our backs wouldn't be exposed to enemies.
Plenty of other adventurers had passed through; traces of a recent fire still scarred the floor.
"Whoa! Konakan, check this out!"
Lucia pointed at the wall and yelled. We all looked where her finger aimed, Konakan included.
"What... is this?"
Rebecca, the purest of us sexually, let out a puzzled grunt at the drawing. I clicked my tongue in disbelief and explained nicely.
"Dumbass, can't you tell? It's a 4P."
"What's a 4P?"
"Three guys railing one girl."
"What?! No way. You mean that's..."
A guy lay on the floor, girl riding him cowgirl-style on top. Another dude pistoning her ass from behind. Her mouth pressed right into a standing guy's crotch.
"Perfect triangle formation. Must've drawn it from personal experience."
"H-how do you even know this crap?! You slut. Bet you lured tons of guys with that ass before Konakan?!"
"Sorry, but the back door's still unused."
Personally, I still had a strong aversion to anal.
Hard to believe, but I was a guy just the other day. Shoving a dick in a nonexistent pussy was less gross than using the asshole I'd always had—or my mouth, for that matter.
"But hey, we're four people too."
Lucia, who'd been eyeing the drawing, suddenly piped up.
"Got a perfect reference. Wanna try it all together?"
She licked her lips with those slutty eyes, looking utterly depraved. Guess the hyper-detailed cave porn had her all hot and bothered.
"What about Rebecca and Kiriche?"
This bastard, playing the mood like a pro. Loli big-tits covers all bases?
To save Konakan from the death curse of fucking anyone but me, I stepped in to shut her down.
"Drawing's three guys, but we've got three girls."
"Konakan can't handle that?"
"Even if he can, it'll drain his stamina huge. Not good."
"For some goblins? Gotta baby his stamina?"
"We need watches while sleeping too. Factor that in, wasting energy's dumb. We're already beat from all the walking."
My stubborn refusal must've started rubbing Rebecca the wrong way too.
"Why does every word sound like an excuse?"
"You just don't wanna share."
"Rolling stone."
"The more I see, the less I like it."
Why'd you two suddenly get so buddy-buddy? Kinda scary.
Konakan finally stepped in as I squirmed.
"Kiriche's right. Lots left to do, so no pointless stamina drain."
"You two sure get along."
"You're both talking nonsense. And I hate group stuff with multiple girls, period."
"...Tch."
Lucia turned away with a pout, looking miffed.
"Annoying."
Her glare made my heart shrink to a pebble.
Normally, I wouldn't give a shit.
'But how the hell do I sneak a fuck with her sharpening her knife like that...?'
That was the worry gnawing at me.
*
After a simple dinner from our supplies, we paired up for watches.
"Kiriche, don't pair with Konakan."
"Why?"
"Alone? You'll pull that 'hot night' crap and get us all killed."
Shit. I'd planned to fuck on watch. Last chance gone—now I was really panicking.
I checked the timer over Konakan's head.
Nine hours left.
Sun up, it'd be under two. Tonight was our final shot to fuck and extend my life.
Konakan's face was grim too.
What to do?
Pairs: Konakan and Rebecca first watch, me and Lucia second.
Couldn't sleep a wink during theirs, mind racing.
'Have I ever been this desperate for sex in my life...?!'
Self-loathing hit hard. Fuck.
Rebecca woke us soon after. As we took over, they crashed.
'This is driving me nuts...'
Even the beautiful grass waves in the breeze pissed me off.
The crackle of splitting logs in the fire grated on my raw nerves.
No choice.
A few hours to death?
Fuck or die!
Any way out?
Some... way...
"Kiriche."
Then.
Konakan, who'd seemed dead asleep, sat up and approached us.
"Gonna take a piss."
Calling just me out of the two? Had to be a reason.
I knew this was it—our last shot. Jumped up like I'd been waiting.
"I'll go with."
Life extension dream!
Field fuck!
Screw outdoor sex, ticks, whatever. Better than dying!
But.
"...He's pissing. Why're you going?"
Lucia, you sharp-eyed bitch...
Just when I thought luck was turning, mortal peril crashed right back in.