The First Customer (2)

After finishing her shift at the guild, a woman returned to her lodgings.

The room of Elin Heidi, a female receptionist at the Adventurer's Guild, was filled tonight with the somewhat noisy sounds of her excited moans — something that hadn't happened in quite a while.

—Rub, rub.

"Haaaah, Beor… rgh…."

Elin focused on the pleasure, rolling one of her large breasts' nipples between her fingers. Her other hand rubbed her sex through her underwear, teasing the cleft of her lower body, and amid those sensations her body gradually heated up as if catching fire.

—Squelch.

"Hnnngh, nngh, haaang…!"

The first climax arrived around the time sticky fluids began seeping through the thin fabric covering her lower body.

If this had been the usual Elin, she might have been satisfied enough to end her masturbation with this single climax. But for various reasons her body had become so heated that even after reaching orgasm once, she still couldn't quell the desire that refused to cool.

When Beor massaged my shoulders earlier, it felt a little more…

It had felt a little better, somehow.

She didn't understand why she'd felt that way. Beor hadn't touched any strange part of her body — he'd simply kneaded her stiff shoulders to loosen them up.

Yet his hands, working free the shoulders that had hardened over long years, had felt better than she could have imagined, and Elin couldn't deny ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that she'd even gotten a little aroused. The proof was that she was still absorbed in masturbating even after returning to her lodgings, unable to forget the heat of that moment.

Even though she'd just climaxed once, she still felt something lacking, and she wanted to experience again the pleasure she'd felt when Beor had kneaded her shoulders that afternoon.

"Maybe I should have just asked him to do my back and waist too…."

Come to think of it, while not as bad as her shoulders, her back and waist were also areas where muscle tension built up considerably. It wasn't only her shoulders that strained to support Elin's large breasts.

But at the time, Elin had no choice but to refuse Beor's offer to loosen her back and waist as well.

If she'd let Beor touch her back and waist after that… she felt she truly wouldn't have been able to hold back an orgasm right in front of him.

There were limits to how shameful a woman could be — climaxing just from having a man touch her back and waist. She was already so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and hide after realizing she'd been moaning the entire time she received the shoulder massage.

Even so, that excitement had remained strongly in her mind, so Elin kept rubbing her fingers over her underwear while replaying the memory of that moment.

—Rub, rub.

"If I ask him to knead my shoulders again next time… would he do it…?"

Imagining such things, Elin diligently rubbed between her thighs, throwing herself into another round of masturbation in an attempt to somehow cool the heat that had risen in her.

She was the first customer of Beor's Unique Ability, Vitality Massage.

One way or another, my first day at the Adventurer's Guild — full of all sorts of incidents — finally came to an end.

Proving to the Guildmaster that what Elin had received from me was nothing more than an innocent shoulder massage, and ignoring the strange looks the adventurers kept shooting at the two of us, had been a bit of a struggle. Still, neither of us had done anything seriously wrong.

Fortunately, the Guildmaster had been watching from the middle of it all and managed to accept the explanation, so the matter of Elin's moans passed without major trouble. …I did feel a little bad that Elin got a warning from the Guildmaster not to make weird noises on the job, though.

If you traced the cause, I was the bigger problem for having her take a shoulder massage just because I wanted to test the effects of Vitality Massage — yet Guildmaster Aisia didn't particularly treat my actions as an issue.

Maybe that, too, was an effect of how differently this world viewed men and women. At least Elin didn't seem to be holding a grudge over the whole thing.

Asking if I can massage her again next time is going to be a little hard now.

To figure out what kind of ability Vitality Massage really was, I needed to ask Elin for a few more sessions — but after everything that had happened, that was going to be difficult.

I filed it away as something to be careful about if another opportunity came up, and set off toward the address written on the résumé Guildmaster Aisia had lent me.

…Of course, since I wasn't originally from this world, just looking at an address wasn't enough for me to find the place, so I needed a little help along the way.

"Here we are, Beor."

"Huh?"

"If the address on your résumé is correct, this is your lodging. You were living somewhere pretty nice."

"……."

Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as Guildmaster Aisia said after escorting me all the way to my place after work, even to my eyes it looked like a rather fine lodging.

It wasn't the noisy inn you typically pictured in a medieval fantasy — tavern on the first floor, rooms on the second. This brick house was elegant enough to stand out against the surrounding buildings, and it was supposedly mine.

"…Is this really the right place, Guildmaster? You didn't take a wrong turn?"

"Is there another brick house with a sky-blue roof around here?"

"…No, I haven't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seen one."

"It might feel a little strange since your memories haven't returned. Still, once you step inside, something might come back to you, no?"

"I don't know. Even now it doesn't feel like memories are surfacing so much as I'm just memorizing new information as I go."

"If you decide later that this doesn't feel like your house, you can always come back to the guild. I'll be handling leftover work at the guild tonight, so if you want, I can put you up in my overnight room."

"…Thank you for looking out for me in so many ways."

"Sure."

With one last unhesitating, cool farewell, Guildmaster Aisia headed back toward the Adventurer's Guild.

Watching her escort a memory-loss case all the way home after work even though she still had overtime waiting — she seemed like someone I could trust and follow for a good while. Since I wanted to keep working at the Adventurer's Guild where Elin was for as long as possible, I naturally hoped the Guildmaster would turn out to be a good person too.

Anyway… what now?

According to the family section of the résumé, I lived alone with no parents or siblings. On the other hand, the house the Guildmaster had brought me to looked a bit large for one person no matter how you sliced it.

Well, turning around and going back to the guild after she'd made time in her busy schedule to walk me here would be rude, so I figured I should at least go inside. Conveniently, there was a key in my pocket that seemed to be a house key.

—Click.

The moment I fitted the key into the single lock on the door and turned it, the door opened easily — so the odds that this was my house were already over ninety percent.

Stepping inside with that thought, I found a fairly spacious and empty first-floor area. At the very least, it wasn't hard to tell that no one else was living here. If the original owner of this body had a roommate, the first floor wouldn't have been this bare. There would at least have been a table where two people could sit and eat or talk.

Looking around the toilet (surprisingly, it was flush) and the bathroom (surprisingly, hot water came out) made me briefly doubt whether this was really a world based on medieval fantasy — but at least the convenient parts weren't inconvenient, which was a relief. Since I was the one who had to live in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this body, I hadn't particularly wanted thorough historical accuracy on that front even if it was a medieval fantasy world.

"But… where am I supposed to sleep?"

Wondering if I'd have to sleep on the floor if there was no bed, I checked the second floor and found, fortunately, that this was the bedroom wing — one room among the five had a bed in it.

…No matter how I looked at it, this house was ridiculously big for one person. And if you weren't even going to put furniture in it, why have a place this large?

Well, the questions that had just popped up could be solved slowly. First there was something more important I needed to check: the functions of my Unique Ability, Vitality Massage, which I'd used a little while ago.

The contents of that translucent window that had briefly appeared and then vanished after I finished massaging Elin had been nagging at me.

A message had appeared before my eyes saying Elin had been registered as a customer of my Unique Ability or something along those lines — but how was I supposed to check that?

The moment I thought that, the same translucent window that had appeared when I massaged her earlier settled in front of my eyes again, this time with new contents.

…I still had no idea what this Unique Ability called Vitality Massage really was.

Was this kind of concept normal in this world? Or was it just because I was a possessed outsider rather than a native of this world?

Holding that small question in my head, I carefully shifted my gaze to Elin's name — and a new window immediately opened, displaying a full-body image of her along with what looked like a profile card.

The earlier entries — name and Unique Ability — matched what I'd heard from Elin, so nothing strange there. The fact that she was twenty-two was a little unexpected, though.

I'd gotten used to calling her "Elin" as a senior without thinking, but looking at it now, she was younger than I'd been in my previous life.

Well, she only felt younger when compared to my previous life — from "Beor's" perspective, she might even be an older sister figure.

Come to think of it, how old is this "Beor," anyway?

My Unique Ability didn't list any information about me, and the résumé the Guildmaster had given me didn't have a photo that would show what I looked like either.

While I was wondering how I might estimate my age, a tabletop mirror sitting on the bedroom desk caught my eye. Figuring that was convenient, I held my face up to it — and the moment I saw the face reflected in the glass, I couldn't hide my shock.

"……Huh?"

Black hair, black eyes, and an utterly ordinary appearance.

For some reason, the man called "Beor" looking back at me from the mirror was the spitting image of myself at twenty years old.