Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: 8. Adventurer (1)
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Fortunately, she was released from the guards without any major issues.
When she mentioned losing around 60 gold, they even comforted her.
They took her report, but said cases like this were impossible to catch anyway.
And so Charlotte trudged back to the inn, utterly drained, and collapsed onto the bed in her second-floor room.
'Ha... What now? Should I sneak back into that hole one more time?'
She'd apparently taken quite a liking to the sex disposal zone.
The mana she'd gathered was impressively plentiful too. Having absorbed loads from thousands of men, it had to be nearing Sword Master levels, right?
'Eh, screw it! I'll just sleep.'
......
-Next morning
"Food! Gimme food! Food! Food! Food!"
"Argh, that damn glutton from morning till night!! Quit stuffing your face already!!!"
A psycho who woke up in the morning just to gorge herself had invaded our inn.
"Wahhh, I'm hungry."
She'd already scarfed down more than five meals, but showed no signs of stopping. She had to be a monster in human skin!
"Huh? Where you going, ma'am?"
"To report you to the guards! You're a monster glutton!"
"Hey... Can't you read this?"
Charlotte pointed at the long-term contract she'd signed.
A quick glance at the contract confirmed it: unlimited free meals whenever Charlotte wanted.
Long-term deals between inns and adventurers always favored the inn. Adventuring was basically a death sentence profession—once you died, any remaining contract time vanished, and if your buddies kicked it too, the inn claimed your stored coin and gear.
Charlotte had locked in a full year for a measly 10 gold.
It was a top-notch inn with soundproofing, locking, and anti-theft spells on every room, but the real draw was unlimited room and board. The lady couldn't resist that.
Of course, she'd figured Charlotte wouldn't last a month before dying, so the inn came out ahead.
But this girl? She'd bleed them dry even in a month. Who could've guessed someone would exploit unlimited meals literally without end?
A total pig. Did all that food just go straight to her chest?
"Ah~ What's with the racket this early?"
At that moment, a man staying at the same inn yawned as he descended the stairs.
'Whoa... Is that a Golden Sun?'
Golden hair, lightly tanned skin, toned muscles peeking from his shorts and sleeveless shirt!
Towering at nearly 180 cm, and that massive serpent outlined in his thin shorts!
'Oops... Wasn't trying to stare...'
"Huh? Who's this cutie? You're gorgeous."
True to a Golden Sun, he couldn't resist a beauty and pounced right in.
"Hi~ I'm Charlotte, just checked in yesterday~"
That huge serpent made her think they could be great friends.
"Nice to meet you. Name's Lark. I have a feeling we'll be real good friends. Right?"
Lark grinned lecherously as he replied.
Charlotte got chills for a second.
This bastard had imagined exactly what she'd pictured.
They locked eyes and shook hands. Their gazes burned hot for some reason.
She could tell: he didn't like her—he liked her body.
And that made it even better.
So many fake Golden Suns these days, but this one was the real deal.
"Ma'am~ No breakfast today?"
The Golden Sun—no, Lark—asked.
"Nope! That pig girl devoured every last bit of what I'd prepped!! It was five servings!"
"Hahaha! You should've saved mine~ You know I always eat breakfast first thing."
"Sigh... Hang on, I'll go grab ingredients and whip something up."
The inn proprietress grumbled as she headed out for supplies.
Now the two were alone at the table, staring each other down.
A moment passed.
-Clatter!
Chairs and table flipped aside.
Without a word, they stripped and groped each other wildly.
Charlotte's dainty hand naturally wrapped around his massive cock, stroking it, while Lark's mouth and one hand devoured her huge tits, his other hand teasing her already soaked pussy.
"Haa... No kissing or head from me."
"Huu... Fine by me. Can I cum inside?"
"Obviously."
-Squelch!
His enormous dick plunged deep into Charlotte's drooling pussy.
......
"Kyaaack!"
The proprietress returned with ingredients and screamed in horror.
Charlotte and Lark were locked in mating position, unable to stop, slick sounds of squirt! squirt! filling the air.
"Ahh..." "Khmm..."
Traces of intense fucking everywhere—not in a room, but right there on the first floor of the inn.
-Smack, smack
They both got walloped across the back in perfect sync.
"Ow!!!" "Guh..."
"What the hell do you think you're doing down here first thing in the morning!!!!"
Still, they ate before getting kicked out.
......
Luckily, Lark was an adventurer.
A silver-rank one, at that.
"Adventurer ranks go like this: wood tag, iron tag, bronze, silver, gold. Honestly, gold's the end of actual adventurers.
Platinum or mithril? Nobody's got those.
Ever seen a Sword Master slumming it as an adventurer?
Normally newbies start at wood, but mana users like you jump straight to iron."
"Let's get along as fellow adventurers~"
With Lark along, everything sailed smoothly.
In a flash, an iron adventurer tag hung around Charlotte's neck.
What the hell had she been doing all this time? Odd jobs here and there, getting chewed out, gangbanged for days in the sex zone, beaten at the smithy, dragged to the guards...
Fuck... What had she even accomplished?
Lark handled in one go what she'd failed at despite everything.
"Hey, let's grab gear too. I'll spot you the cash—easy payback with your skills."
'Whoa... Big dick and big spender?'
"But why not keep that outfit? Makes me wanna yank it down and pound you whenever."
'Ah... Never mind. Just a pussy-obsessed maniac.'
Still, she kept the clothes.
Turns out Guard Captain Balua was a rich rapist—boots of troll leather, no less.
What a psycho.
Tough as hell, with auto-repair and auto-clean spells built in.
That sticky cum leak had bugged her, but poof—gone at some point.
In the end, they only bought a sword, gloves, and boots before heading out.
And that wrapped up the day. Why?
This horny perv dragged her into every alley they passed for a quick fuck.
His pants had a zipper—cock sprang right out. Every alley: "Huh? Quickie here might not get us caught?" And in they went.
She resisted at first, but the thrill hooked her. Soon Charlotte was unzipping him herself.
A few passersby spotted them, but Lark's build deterred any trouble.
Felt like discovering a wild new hobby...
Even more fun: running into Lark's girls.
They'd just finished a massive creampie in an alley when a girl who knew him appeared.
"Oppa!!! What're you doing here?"
She ran up beaming, then froze at the sight of Charlotte.
"O... Oppa... Who's she?"
Red hair, white robe—classic "I'm a mage" getup. She eyed Charlotte warily, glaring at her chest and ass with disgust.
"Mm... A friend."
"...A friend?"
Woman's intuition? Didn't need it. Obvious: this chick crushed on Lark hard.
He was handsome enough, silver-rank adventurer with a killer build—popular with girls, sure.
Too bad her womb was already bloated with his cum. Kuhuhu...
'Is this the thrill of NTR? Wanna flash her the gooey creampie...'
Charlotte was awakening to all sorts of new tastes today.
"For real? Nothing going on?"
"Yeah, Lumi. Ended up at the same inn by chance, just helped her pick a weapon at the smithy."
"Promise? I trust you, oppa! Don't forget our date next week!!"
She shot Charlotte one last glare and left.
After little mage Lumi departed, Charlotte burst out laughing, barely holding it in before.
"Kekeke... Hey! Lark, you're popular!"
"Sigh... Party member. Mages are rare adventurers... Spoiled her a bit, now she clings too much."
What a trashy guy.
They ran into two or three more after that, but they all wilted at Charlotte's looks and body, nagging only Lark.
'This superiority over other women? Feels damn good.'
They cowered at her face, her tits, her hips.
The last one lost it, straight-up called Charlotte a whore to her face, got chewed out by Lark, and ran off crying.
'I am a whore... Kinda feel bad now.'
Thanks to that, even just registering and buying a sword took till sunset. Back to the inn.
What else do a guy and girl do returning to an inn at night?
Eat, fuck, sleep.
Lost money yesterday, scored a great fuckbuddy today.
......
-Next morning
Wake up, morning sex, eat, sex again.
Lunch too: eat and...
"Uwaaaah!! Stop!! What the hell are you!!"
"What?"
Lark smirked innocently.
Golden Sun bastard—no, Lark—his dick was suspicious.
"You're a Lust Demon, aren't you?"
'Him too? Can there be two?'
"Haha... Scary joke..."
"Then what? Why's your dick always hard?"
"You're the suspicious one. Take all that and not faint once? And your pussy grips like a vice?"
"Don't change the subject!!"
"Haa... Fine, this might get heavy..."
"Oh? Then don't bother!"
Charlotte had zero interest in a guy whining.
"What?"
"Didn't you say goblin hunt today? Let's go kill some."
"W-Wait, hear me out..."
"Come ooon~ Let's head out!"
"You... little..."
"Eeeek! Catch me~"
The proprietress prepping lunch shot them death glares.
Eventually dragged to Lark's room, pinned for five creampie missionary presses, then Charlotte listened quietly.
"But can you even hear me now?"
"Heeeuuu... Kinda slurry..."
"Jeez... Short version, then."
What kind of kids flocked to Dyke territory?
Innocent dreamers like Charlotte aiming to be adventurers, or fugitives like Lark.
Yeah, Lark was a criminal.
"Knew it. Rapist vibes."
"Shut up and listen!"
Born far south in the desert, Fallen Kingdom.
Mom: kingdom ruler and Sword Master. Dad: handsome normie.
Dad couldn't handle mom's pussy, so extreme measure: elixir for near-infinite virility. Kid Lark ate it unknowingly.
Fine so far.
Problem at 15: puberty hit, sex drive exploded.
Mom, a Sword Master since young, looked like a sexy 20-something with bronze skin and black hair.
Lark couldn't hold back, pounced. Mom, a bit off mentally, loved it.
"Whoa, insane..."
Charlotte nearly quipped "mom-fucker."
"Yeah, she was nuts. Craved what dad couldn't give, from me.
Anyway, got caught, fled. Dad tried to kill me. Can't betray blood over mom's madness."
"Ooh... Prince, huh? Secret to stamina: that elixir?"
"Yep. Not that potent normally, but puberty fuck-up changed my body."
"Aw, tragic. So, goblin hunt when?"
Honestly, Charlotte cared more about adventuring than sob stories.
No incest mention, she'd have dozed off.
"Hoo... Lunchtime, so let's go. Quick rundown first... Nah, on the way."
......
"Kyaaahoo!!"
Outside the gates, Charlotte felt on top of the world!!
Even the grass and trees seemed to bless her.
'Finally... Finally, proper game fantasy...'
Thinking of past hardships brought tears.
'Huh? This a death flag? Joyful tears then get wrecked?'
"Haha! Don't worry, I'll watch safely and teach you."
"Ooh~ My sun's so reliable~"
"Sun?"
"Just a nickname. Hair and eyes like the sun~"
"Hm... Not bad. See 'em ahead?"
"Yeah... Three goblins."
Not far from town, goblins already.
"Go fight first."
"Huh? My first time?"
"Your level? You could win one-handed sloppily. Quick kill, next."
"Tch... No romance for my debut..."
"Trash mobs like that? No practice value. Wipe 'em, move on."
"Fiiine~"
Charlotte approached slowly, sword drawn.
Hers: mid-short/long sword size. Wanted two-hand long sword, but tits got in way.
Side stance, one-hand it was.
'Here goes... Kill... I can do it, right?'
Never killed with a blade, even in past life or this world.
Trembling hard.
Worried she'd drop sword from nerves.
Distance closing, tension spiking.
Noise faded; only her breath and heartbeat.
20m to goblins.
Almost in detection range.
Charge first, then.
"Haat!!!"
-Dash
Goblins heard, grabbed rusty daggers to counter—
-Stab! Stab! Stab!
"Eh?"
Three hearts pierced in one second.
"Fuckin' anticlimax..."
Embarrassed she'd tensed up over goblins.