Shadows of the Inn: Stealth, Loot, and the Pedo Confession
The system window floating before his eyes announced the awakening of a new trait.
Stealth Lv.1
Assimilates into darkness and blind spots, reduces presence, breathing, scent. Stronger in no light.
Lee Han could feel the alien changes rippling through his body.
Like stepping into thick fog... yeah, that was the sensation.
The faint rustle of fabric from his moving limbs had vanished.
Even his ragged breaths softened to the whisper of a feather alighting.
Whoa...
He felt it anew—this was way too good!
Sensing yourself grow stronger? Pure addiction.
Lee Han crawled through the narrow ventilation shaft without a second thought.
Soon, the sharp tang of herbs wafted through the iron bars ahead.
The inn's underground storeroom. He eased the bars aside and dropped lightly to the floor.
Thud.
The sound of his toes hitting the ground was barely there.
Lee Han scanned the dim basement.
On the surface, it looked like a mundane pantry for ingredients.
Right. On the surface.
Just as I remembered.
This innkeeper wasn't your average barkeep, fat slob or not.
His real gig? Cooking up "special drugs" to sell at a premium to thugs and sleazy nobles.
Think sleeping potions, hallucinogens, aphrodisiacs—the works. Illegal lab, secret recipe room.
Lee Han's gaze shifted to the corner of the basement. He was hunting the treasure chest from the game—the one that fattened early players' wallets or triggered nasty events.
"Found it."
Tucked in a jumble of wooden crates, dusted over but gleaming: a small, ornate silver-trimmed box.
Random drop, right?
Viagra knockoff, heavy sedative, or mind-melting aphrodisiac—random "adult consumable" fit for a 19+ eroge.
Click.
Lee Han unlatched the box and flipped the lid.
Inside: a single elegant glass vial, glowing faintly red.
Aphrodisiac?
Top-tier prize? This stuff was one of the game's premium items.
Gender didn't matter—it turned people into rutting beasts, pouncing on anyone nearby.
I wanted the stamina pill, though.
Pop that, hold back the urges till they faded naturally? Boom, snag the Endurance trait.
Whatever. Pocket it for now. Bound to come in handy somewhere.
Lee Han tucked the vial carefully into his inner pocket.
Time to fetch Seria.
He invoked Stealth again.
Like a cat, he scaled the inn's back wall silently to the second floor.
Then, the rickety window of the end room—Seria's. He nudged it open.
Creeeak—
Eerily quiet, Lee Han slipped inside.
Afternoon sun filtered through thin curtains, casting a hazy twilight over the dusty, cramped space.
And there, on the creaky old bed in the room's center.
"Hah... ungh... hah..."
Ragged, labored breaths echoed. Lee Han's eyes locked on the bed.
Mysterious blue hair shimmering faintly, a frail body slick with cold sweat and trembling.
Her blue eyes, unfocused from fever, drifted blankly into the void.
Seria.
Ariel boasted explosive curves; her little sister was the polar opposite.
Slender to the point of nuoong-like fragility.
Damn... eroge heroines and their taboo hooks, huh.
Hmm. Where to start?
Lee Han pondered as he eyed Seria.
***
Seria struggled to pry open her heavy eyelids amid the delirious haze.
Her vision swam like she was underwater, blurry and wavering.
Sister hadn't returned in days. The herbs were running low.
Maybe... she'd have to move herself.
Drag this sick body through this brutal world.
As the grim thought took hold, her focus sharpened.
At the edge of her hazy sight: a silhouette by the bed.
Who...?
Her vision cleared bit by bit, and the first impression flashed through her mind.
Handsome... and built...
Chiseled, sharp features on a tall, muscular frame.
But that first thought lasted less than a second before horror crashed in.
A man's broken into my room...!
Seria's heart pounded wildly.
Not through the locked door.
The window—had to be!
A man's purpose in a sealed room like this? Obvious as day!
"Eek...! H-help... mmpf!"
As she jolted up to scream, his palm clamped over her mouth.
Shh.
Lee Han pressed a finger to his lips with his free hand, gesturing silence.
Seria froze solid, like she'd plunged into ice water.
Any resistance, and those massive hands would snap her neck.
Tremble tremble.
Tears welling in terror, she nodded slowly—so slowly.
What now?
Lee Han racked his brain for what to say—then.
Special Event Triggered!
Hidden Event CG Unlock Conditions Met!
CG Title: Inn Room Intruder - Virgin Loss & Infinite Orgasm Hell
Proceed with the event? (Y/N)
Oh, right. Forgot about this system.
Lee Han recalled the past as pink text blazed before him.
This game was hardcore eroge at its core. Specific setups—like overpowering heroines in confined spaces—triggered forced H-scene prompts.
He'd always skipped them, of course. Who wouldn't?
Who plays eroge for the H-scenes? Virgin runs all the way.
And the system rewarded skips.
Ditch the CG unlock? Random trait level-up, guaranteed.
Proceed? (Y/N)
Mental No should do it.
No.
With that thought, Lee Han gently removed his hand from her mouth.
"Pwah...! Hic...!"
Seria gasped, yanking the blanket to her chest.
She braced for the pounce—but he backed off. Confusion flooded her eyes.
Lee Han handed the trembling girl a parchment.
"Read it."
Seria flinched, huddling as she took it gingerly.
At the same moment, a radiant golden window burst before Lee Han's eyes.
For your ironclad endurance and abstinence, one trait grows!
Wood Chopping Vigor Lv.2 → Wood Chopping Vigor Lv.3
◈ Axe damage: Slight increase → Increase
◈ Base strength: Permanent +5 → Permanent +10
Muscles densified, bones hardened—he felt it.
Fuu...
This. This was it.
As Lee Han savored the rush, a dumb "Huh...?" leaked from huddled Seria.
Her blue eyes widened impossibly as trembling hands unrolled the parchment.
That handwriting—most familiar in the world.
Her beloved sister Ariel's script.
Seria. Bad news and good news.
Bad: Sister's badly hurt, can't return to the village for a while.
Good: The world's strongest, kindest benefactor saved me from monsters and is nursing me devotedly.
This letter's bearer is that benefactor: Lee Han.
Seria, obey him without question. No rudeness. I'll fetch you soon.
Seria gasped.
Days of agony, waiting for sister. Herbs dwindling.
Was she torn apart by forest beasts? Captured by goblins?
Nights of stifled sobs and prayers.
But sister lived.
This man before her had pulled her from death's jaws.
Not a rapist intruder.
A savior of her and her sister's lives.
"Waaah... hic... sob...!"
Tension shattered; tears gushed from Seria's eyes.
Terror and relief mingled—she wailed like a child.
"Thank you... hic, thank you so much... for saving my sister... sob..."
For a while, the room filled with her heartbroken cries.
As they subsided, tear-streaked Seria looked up.
A burning question bloomed, indelible.
The world was cruel. No kindness without a price.
Yet this man saved her sister, healed her, and delivered the letter.
Gratitude aside—what did he want from unknown sisters with no coin to repay?
Seria squeezed out a timid voice.
"Um... may I ask one thing...?"
"Shoot."
"Why... are you doing so much for us sisters...? We... we have no money to repay you..."
Lee Han paused at her hesitant question.
Trait grinding, obviously.
Couldn't blab about Trait Collector or game systems—that'd sound insane.
So, how to quash suspicion and make her compliant?
Then, a brilliantly twisted idea hit him.
This hardcore 19+ eroge world.
Right. Eroge logic!
Perfect excuse.
Lee Han snapped his fingers.
Snap!
"I'm a pedo."
"...Pardon?"
A stupefied sound escaped Seria.
Her brain rejected the word.
"No choice for you."
"Huh???"
"From now on, Seria, I'm kidnapping you. Complain? Report to the guards."
"Whaaat???"
"Don't forget—your sister's my hostage right now."
"Ehhh????"
What whiplash plot twist? Seria reeled; Lee Han got curious.
How strong am I now?
To test, he gripped the rickety table's edge and squeezed.
Crack crack.
The solid wood splintered; clutter tumbled off.
Holy shit, I'm stacked.
Startled but masking it, Lee Han grinned at Seria.
"You'll behave, right?"
"Yes, Master!"
Seria answered instantly.