I'll Wait!
After eating breakfast with Als, I told him I was going for a walk. There wasn't much reason to hang around with him anyway, so we agreed to have free time until we gathered in my room for a celebration party that evening.
Als, who had been mulling over what to do with himself, said that since Lizbet was still sleeping off her fatigue, he'd head to the guild management office to catch up on overdue tax calculations and activity reports—guild master duties, apparently. He mentioned there was a ton piled up, but he'd be back before evening, then headed off.
Hmm... so guild masters have to handle stuff like that too?
Watching Als make his way to the guild management office, it suddenly hit me: why not skip joining someone else's guild and just start my own? I'd only wanted to join one to build a foundation for living in this world and make connections. But that didn't matter to me anymore. My purpose now was to delay the world's destruction while stealing heroes' women and turning them into my bitches.
I toyed with the idea of gathering people by announcing, "Hey, the world's got just a few years left before it ends~," but I had no proof, and once crowds formed, things would get messy with all the attention on me. Not appealing.
But what if I created a guild, filled it with the bitches I'd stolen from heroes, and adventured with them? I had no intention of actually saving the world—just postpone the apocalypse by a few centuries, stock the guild with my harem, and enjoy life in this isekai. Yeah... that actually sounded like a killer idea.
Hanging out with my future bitches, doing light guild activities now and then to cover living expenses, and casually delaying doomsday along the way. Imagining it already had me grinning. What would I need to start a guild? Lost in thought, I set out to scout the streets.
Radia really was massive. Stray a bit off the main path, and you'd stumble into a whole new street. I had no clue about the exact size, but it had to be like one district in Seoul—Gangnam or Songpa-gu level. Wrapping walls around something that huge? Isekai engineering was no joke.
Made me wonder how tiny villages survived... but I'd check that out later when I had the chance. For now, I scanned the shops lining the street ahead. Seemed like a cluster of magic tool vendors. Tools I'd never seen before plastered with posters screaming discounts and "new arrival!" prices, displayed inside the stores. Felt like I'd wandered into an electronics market.
The shop owners spotting me, though? They either freaked out or started hawking their wares. Annoying when I just wanted to browse...
Oh? What's that...?
One shop had a small boxy thing on display behind the glass—shaped just like the isekai camera I'd seen once before. Back when we went to subjugate Erebos. Yeah. Lizbet was already hooked on my horse cock, so no real need for it with her yet. But for the bitches to come? Perfect blackmail material. Better stock up early.
I stepped right into the shop showcasing that camera.
"W-Welcome...! Oh, uh, aigoo. You're that Divine Beast adventurer, aren't you, sir?"
The owner looked a bit startled. I gave a casual nod, said I was there for the camera, and he lit up, launching into product specs. From what I gathered between my half-hearted uh-huhs, all isekai cameras were instant Polaroid types. Perfect for my plans.
"Any that can record video?"
"You mean a magical recording device? Those are huge and insanely expensive—lords or kingdom agencies only. I could source one, but we don't stock 'em for regular sale..."
I asked about size. Apparently, even the small ones were desk-height. What the hell kind of tech made them so bulky compared to cameras? Video was a no-go. I pivoted.
"What about something for audio recording?"
"Yes, we have those... but portable ones are toy-level. That okay?"
"How so?"
He fetched something cigarette-pack sized and showed me.
"This records about 30 seconds. Press this button, and it saves to the mana crystal inside..."
He rambled on about the mechanics—something about mana-infused crystals storing sound. Didn't fully get it, but longer recordings meant bigger crystals. A 1-minute one was already camera-sized, so I'd settle for the 30-second toy.
"Alright, recommend the fastest, cleanest output for that and a camera."
He pulled out two or three cameras, explaining specs. I bought one that snapped sharp shots with 1-second prints. Total with recorder, camera, and 100 sheets of film: 3 gold, 20 silver. Pricey as hell.
Living here, I'd noticed basics like food were dirt cheap, but hobbies or luxury gear? Sky-high. Adventurer equipment probably scaled the same way... Time to start pinching pennies after this splurge.
With camera and recorder in hand, I wandered a bit more before lunch hit. Headed back to the inn. Lizbet should be stirring by now. Eat together, then play until Als returned? Her stamina might crap out, though.
I stashed my buys and knocked on her door. Moments later, she emerged in yesterday's slip-like pajamas, hair tousled. Must've woken to my voice. She looked surprisingly refreshed, cheeks rosy even fresh from sleep.
"Sleep well? It's lunchtime, Liz."
"Yeah... slept a ton. Where's Als?"
"Told him you needed rest, so he went to handle guild stuff. Back by evening."
She murmured, "Oh, right...," with a small smile, inviting me in. "Wait a sec," she said, ducking into the shower.
I plopped on the bed, smug as hell. Showering with a non-boyfriend guy in her room? My affinity had blown past Als's for sure.
She returned, wet hair dripping, body wrapped in a towel. Fuck... begging for it right there.
One night, and the distance between us had shrunk massively. Plus, her post-wash glow? Brighter than before. She'd always had that tired, sleep-deprived look fluctuating, but now? Fatigue gone, face even more alluring.
As she reached for clothes, I hugged her from behind.
"Liz. Way too defenseless, letting a non-lover into your room like this. How about until Als gets back..."
"N-No, it's not like that. Just... feels pointless to make a fuss now."
True enough. But she'd limited it to nights—teasing like this in daylight made holding back torture. I stroked her massive ass lightly.
"Even so, seeing you overflowing with sex appeal like this? My cock down here's going nuts, begging to come out."
"...S-Still no. Promise was nights only... days are..."
She flushed, turning away. She was basically done for, and we had time. Soon guilt wouldn't matter; she'd cling to me. No rush.
"Fine. Disappointing, but I won't force it if you hate it."
I sat back on the bed. She hesitated, then resumed dressing. Dropping the towel for underwear—back view pure bliss. Face beet-red; probably enjoying it without realizing.
"Oh yeah, Liz. Als is downstairs, right? Last night..."
"What!? D-Did he hear!? The soundproofing here's good...!?"
She paled, whipping around. Still scared of wrecking things with Als? Perfect for teasing.
"Nah, not really. Thought it was furniture moving. Bed creaks maybe. Covered for you. No suspicions."
She sighed in relief. Sighing with relief in lingerie in front of her lover's rival, knowing her affair stayed hidden? Delicious.
"So, any magic to muffle noise?"
"Heard of some... needs pricey magic tools. Limited to small spaces, just voices... not vibrations through walls."
She pondered, troubled. Not mentioning quitting? Hooked on my horse cock already.
"Then we'll do it in your room from now on? Bed noise might reach him, but not if it's yours?"
"M-My room? But... Als visits a lot..."
I lifted her chin, forcing eye contact.
"No choice. Noise keeps up, he'll notice eventually. Better than that, right? Sneaking out works once, but twice? Risky."
She looked away, silent. Time for another nudge.
"Plus, me coming every night? Might feel forced if you don't want it. So here's the deal."
I smiled, handing her a "choice" that was pure command.
"Every night, you come to my room. Then we go to yours for release. Miss a night? Done for the day. Deal?"
"...Huh? If I don't come... it's over...?"
Her pondering face twisted into shock and despair. Sober now, not drunk— she'd tasted the pleasure my horse cock gave willingly. This hit hard, just as I'd guessed.
"Yeah. Unless you're too wrecked to move. But my cock's urges build daily—skip a day, and sleep's impossible. Even once a day hurts... if you can't, I'll hit the brothels. Shame."
Her expression soured further. I grinned, whispering in her ear.
"Every night. Think it over. I'll be waiting."
I kissed her nape lightly. She shuddered.