Beast's Paradise! (3)
"No more! Let's head out today!"
I'd been watching Lizbet and Klea dry each other's hair after their showers when I suddenly shot to my feet and declared it to them both.
The crisp autumn morning sunlight danced through the window... Not that I was hiding it. This was the 10th morning sunlight since my return.
The day after I got back, I'd sworn to myself I'd scout out a house, fill in my knowledge gaps at the library or somewhere, then dive back into adventurer life—leveling up, building my strength...
But before I knew it, ten days had flown by with zero progress. I'd just been holed up in this cramped room, fucking my bitches nonstop.
Klea had gone out during the day for church duties the first week, but even that wrapped up quick. Now she only went in once a week, leaving us three stuck in the room day in, day out—only stepping out for meals nearby. Days blurred into a haze of nonstop sex, the room thick with the musky fog of our rutting until it clung to everything.
Fuck... how the hell did it come to this?
"Just a little more," I'd told myself, and somehow it snowballed into this...
Where was that fired-up guy who'd returned to Radia, vowing to hustle starting tomorrow? Where the fuck was he?!
"Sure. What first?"
"We should start with checking out houses, right? It'll be tough to scout while we're out adventuring..."
After ten days of thorough breeding, they looked utterly satisfied, casually agreeing like it was no big deal and chatting about priorities.
...Their nonchalance made me feel like shit, like they'd been indulging my laziness all this time. Ugh... Fine. No more rolling around in bed! Time to live like a proper person starting today!
"And from now on, no fucking during the day unless it's urgent. Our routine's all over the place—we're just chasing urges. Can't keep this up."
They turned to me with sly, knowing smiles.
"Hmmm~ Well, we're fine either way~"
"If it's too hard, Master, just say the word? Our bitch holes are always ready to satisfy you♡"
Those tempting smiles hit like a tease, my cock twitching as heat surged through me again.
Gahhh! Why wouldn't this endless lust quit?! This damn horse body! No! Self-control starts today!
Stifling the urge, I finally stepped out for a proper outing after ten long days.
"This is a clean new build, less than five years old. Three bedrooms, fully equipped kitchen and bath..."
"The walls seem too thin. No soundproofing at all."
"This place is a steal for the location—the owner's eager to sell quick..."
"Oh? Looks like water damage on the ceiling? Cracks right there."
"How about this one? Owner just renovated top to bottom..."
"Wait, did someone die here? Bloodstains soaked into the floor..."
I hit up a real estate agent, told him money was no object—just show us spots with good size and location. But Klea shot down every place he showed, picking out flaws like a pro.
The agent had grinned ear-to-ear when this Divine Beast said cash wasn't an issue, but now he was sweating bullets, face paling with every veto from Klea.
Damn... I'd only had my Demon Eye a few days, and she'd never house-hunted before. How was she this sharp?
"Haa... That agent's no good. Treating us like suckers. Even beyond what I pointed out, those places were falling apart in spots."
After touring a few and ditching the guy, Klea sighed it out.
"Klea... First time house-hunting, right? How do you know all this?"
"Heehee. Thanks to you, Master. These eyes you gave me—they see so much."
"...Like what?"
"Hmm... Things look normal at first glance, but... Let's sum it up."
She scanned around slowly, like she was testing her Demon Eye.
"Walls nearby? I can peer inside or beyond them... Human emotions hit clearer than before. Esser flows are visible too... Like my senses sharpened and merged with my sight."
She described her absurdly OP eye in detail. Even closed, it saw everything—not normal at all.
Her detection fused with the Demon Eye? I couldn't see emotions or through walls... Kinda jealous now; mine felt basic by comparison.
Two days of house-hunting yielded zilch satisfying, so we hit the library for a break. I needed to bone up on Essentia basics before diving back in.
Klea was still getting the hang of reading with her eyes, so it doubled as practice. The three of us lost ourselves in books.
Not fixating on Divine Beast stuff this time—just grabbing a mix and devouring randomly.
'...Esser isn't just life energy—it's what makes up Essentia itself. Infinite potential; meditation hones it best...'
'...Skills are just techniques to control and release internal Esser. Talent dictates fit, but no skill's truly unusable...'
'...Talented folks can invent their own skills. No guarantee of efficiency, though—and if it mimics a patented kingdom skill, infringement issues...'
'...Warriors brag about skills, but bullshit! Raw techniques without formulas? Lame! Magic converts Esser to mana, adds formulas—that's true versatility...'
Hmm. A few books in, skills and magic were clicking.
Felt less fantasy, more martial arts. Awaken Esser via meditation, control its flow per skill pattern to trigger effects.
Once it registers on your adventurer card, it's muscle memory—activate with thought. Goal: Get skills on my card.
Magic? Raw Esser limits you; convert to mana for complex formulas, unlock variety. Explains contraception spells. Probably wilder than I think.
Next book... Huh?
'The Hero's Grand Adventure'... Novel? Kid's book vibe, but whatever. Brain break.
Long ago, when the goddess created the world...
...Evil plagued the world... Then the hero... Hero slays the Demon King to...
...Demon King?
"Liz. Liz."
"Yeah? What, Master?"
The word sparked interest; I whispered to Lizbet buried in a dense magic tome.
"Real Demon King exist? You mentioned demons— their king?"
Fantasy world? Heart raced at the possibility.
But Lizbet—and Klea, frowning over text—turned with...
"......Heehee♡"
"Hehe......♡"
Weirdest smiles I'd seen—weird, lewd hunger in their eyes, piercing me like predators eyeing prey. Succubi hunting a male mark. Chilling.
...Wait. Back to normal smiles now.
...Hallucination?
"...Heehee. Hero novel? No real Demon King. Demons run a republic—no king. Old tales didn't call 'em that either."
"Demon King's fictional—pure evil for stories and fairy tales. Old trope, so Essentians know the term."
They whispered back casually, normal grins. Guess I imagined the creepy ones.
Hmm... Bummer. Real Demon King would've been hype. Fantasy isekai without one? Like kimbap minus radish—off.
...Oh well. Next book...
Library binge led to dinner, then homeward stroll. Hooked on reading, we detoured to a bookstore for a few buys.
Arm-in-arm, Lizbet tugged me suddenly.
"Master. Grab condoms on the way."
"Condoms?"
"Yeah. Last ones—we used 'em all during Klea's penance prayer."
"True, but... Need 'em now?"
"Fun for variety sometimes. And for new bitches later? Stock up♡"
Zero resistance to me adding harem. Hell, she seemed eager...
My bitches wanting more girls? Trippy vibe.
With Klea too, flanking me felt plenty—but rare commodity here. Stocking up's smart.
"Alright. Adult shop detour? That way, I think..."
Recalling the spot, we headed to Radia's southwest red-light district. Flashy bars at the entrance faded into slums deeper in...
Big building, then the bunny sign. Nailed it.
But... what the fuck at the entrance?
"Kyaa! It, it hurts!"
A bunny girl clerk—same one from before—dragged by her hair by some guy.
"Can't pay? Pay with your body! Shut up and come!"
"Kyaa! S-someone, help...!"
"This crazy bitch won't shut it!? What're you staring at, assholes!?"
She thrashed as he hauled her. Other clerks peeked terrified from the door.
Yelling scattered onlookers.
"Fuck! Come quiet or else!?"
"Kyaa!"
Slap!
Dragged by her hair across the dirt, then his backhand cracked her cheek.
That instant—snake tattoo on his hand flashed.
Familiar mark. No time to think—my body launched.
"You fucking prick, let go of that hand!!?"
Soccer kick for that motherfucker locked and loaded.