Chapter 15

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 15

Chapter Title: Mentoring Program

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The next morning, Sia woke up mortified upon realizing she'd fallen asleep in my arms without even putting on her panties.

"Let's see... You might get nicks while shaving, so I need to check it out."

"Ugh..."

Using the excuse that her skin down there was delicate and I needed to verify the shave job, I spent the morning admiring Sia's pussy and giving it a light rub.

My technique was so good that her skin felt as smooth as if she'd never grown ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hair there to begin with. As I stroked it, I even reached up to her clenched little clit and gave it a gentle touch.

I ran my fingers all over it like I was checking for tiny cuts from the shave, but Sia just let out a shy Heee!—no pain, just embarrassment. That was check complete.

"Your skin's so sensitive, it's a bit red."

"Th-that's not...!"

"Got it. I'll pick up some cream later and rub it in for you, Sia."

"Mmm..."

Before heading out in the morning to take on a gathering quest, I returned to my room to prepare and opened my status window.

"Looks like fucking all day doesn't boost Technique by a ton."

Yesterday, I'd spent half the day pounding Camella and even shaved and massaged Sia's pussy, but Technique only went up by about 0.8.

Last time, sumata and skinship alone gave me 0.8, so I figured adding full sex this time would explode the gains. Nope, less than expected.

"Or maybe the exp bar's gotten bigger."

Special stats hitting 10 was already insane to begin with. Even with behavioral corrections outside of sex, two years of labyrinth delving had paid off nicely, so bumping it by 2 was a huge leap.

"This'll make delving smoother."

Back when my past life memories first surfaced, I'd briefly considered escaping the labyrinth. Now? Why bother leaving?

My options were keep delving or head back to my hometown. Farming? Me, who grew up in the city with zero rural roots? Pass.

Better to train Claude right, ride his bus, level up, and fuck chicks.

I wanted to hit the general store and pound Camella again today, but showing up before she sorts her feelings might sour things. Gonna lay low for a bit.

Next time, hope I run into Johnson.

"Stealing junk gives exp, so wonder how much I'll get snatching his beloved wife."

Swiping a tiny item from the store nets bonus exp. So if I steal Camella, who means something to him...?

They've been married eight years with no divorce, so feelings aren't totally dead. Should top the flint set theft easy.

"Cool off with Camella... Claude coming back tomorrow maybe?"

Sometimes we need quick cash, or Sia's cramps hit hard and vary, making party runs iffy. Then Claude fills in on temp parties—usually 4-5 days based on party status.

I stick to gathering quests thanks to Technique.

Knock knock knock—

"C-Cain! L-Lunch time..."

"Yeah, coming right out."

Sia's voice trembled from outside the door.

Click—

"Eep!"

"Ready to go?"

"Y-yeah!"

She was trying to play it cool, but embarrassment's hard to shake.

Makes sense. Yesterday she spread her pussy, got shaved, and pissed herself. Acting fine would be weirder.

"You haven't ordered breakfast yet, right?"

"Huh? N-no!"

"Steak set then?"

"For real? For breakfast??"

"Yeah, you were wiped out yesterday, Sia."

"Eeee!"

Teasing her like that, we splurged on steak with extra and headed to the guild.

Slash! Slash! Swish!

Twitch!! Twitch!!!

"What's up?"

"N-nothing..."

Today we took a herb-gathering quest for potion-making, so Sia and I were out in the outskirts picking herbs. Every time my dagger sliced one, Sia—squatting in her thick robe that hid her figure—flinched and glanced at me.

Shaving must've been that traumatic.

"Hehe, Cain!! Look at this!"

I left her twitching and finished gathering alone. Now she was sitting on the ground, not picking herbs like she should, but handing me a flower crown instead. She beamed proudly.

Smack!

"Kyaa! It hurts!!"

"Not gathering like you're supposed to—what're you doing?"

"Tch... I made it for you, Cain..."

"Lemme see."

"Ehehe~."

Sia had made these for me or Claude since we were kids. Whenever she felt gratitude she couldn't voice—'cause no allowance—she'd craft one.

Ten years in, and they're still crooked, sloppy messes. Point it out, and she screeches that heart matters. Ridiculous.

After yesterday's humiliation, she's thanking me with a handmade sloppy crown? Too cute—I plopped it on my head roughly, and her face lit up.

"Don't laugh, it's endearing."

"Whyy~?"

"If you're gonna make one, do it right."

Swish!

"O-oh wowww!!!"

I made her a proper one and plopped it on her head. We rested a bit, then wrapped up gathering.

"Hitomi."

"Huh? What'd you say, Cain?"

Hmm... Sharing that intimate secret bonded us deeper? Up from last time.

Higher than that loose park girl, but her eyes on me scream trust and faith only.

"Grasp relationship" must factor more than arousal or conquest—it's complex.

Ah, or test on someone who sees lots of guys and gals.

"Mion?"

"Huh? Why the receptionist sis?"

"Nah, nothing."

Mion popped into my head—not as overt as Camella, but with sly smiles, teasing vibes, and that mature allure she flaunted.

Time to check.

Back at the guild after gathering, another party's leader was at Mion's desk, so we waited.

Bzzz—!

"Cain! Our turn!"

"Yeah, let's go."

We sat in the waiting area a bit, then her mana stone lit and buzzed. We approached.

"Cain, Sia~ Good work. Put the herbs here~"

We loaded the basket she held. She weighed it on the scale by her chair, jotted notes.

"Hmm~ As always, Cain's herbs are top-notch, right? Here's your pay!"

Took the 55 bronze, pocketed it, stared at Mion.

"Hm? What? Asking me out?"

"Should I?"

"Eek?!"

My uncharacteristic reply cracked her smirk—mouth agape like Heh—.

Her tongue peeking out was etched with dense magic-circle tattoos.

"Yeah... Must hurt every time you see it. That on your tongue."

"Beh— this? Hehe, doesn't hurt. All receptionists do it."

She flashed a seductive grin, sticking her tongue out lewdly. The full view: intricate circular magic tattoos covering it.

"Not tattoos, right?"

"Slurp! Nah, if it scarred like body ink, I wouldn't work here! It's fixed with reagents and potions!"

"Yeah, wouldn't do permanent ink either."

"Right? But guys into receptionist fetishes love it~?"

"Hm..."

Pre-awakening, it creeped me out. Now? Hot as hell. Like tongue piercings.

Imagine dumping cum in that mouth, magic circles going white... Could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠milk four or five loads easy.

Receptionist fetish makes sense—I nodded unconsciously.

Long ago, guild staff formed cliques, favoring parties, selling explorer data.

It got so corrupt, explorers revolted—bloodshed between guild and delvers.

Even city brass got scorched. Fix: New receptionists get non-disclosure contract magic etched on tongues mandatorily.

"Ah..... Hitomi.."

"Huh? What'd you say, Cain?"

"Kuh! N-no... one sec!"

Hitomi addiction from recent use—I triggered it again, then realized the crowd.

Stifling eyeball-stab pain, I looked up at Mion.

Eh?

Karon's the guild master. And married.

Couldn't be... I glanced at other counters.

Not just female receptionists—glanced elsewhere, male staff all showed guild master at 100% too.

"...Hm.."

"Cain? Caa~in?"

Pinch!

"Ow! What, Mion?"

Arm stung—I turned to her glaring poutily.

"Focus on me! Zoning out mid-chat, looking around? Switching receptionists?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Got a question."

"What?"

"That receptionist next to you, and the one opposite—are they married?"

"Hmmm~ Cain, eyeing girls lately?"

"Haha."

"But not married ones! Big sis here's right here, side-eyeing others!"

"C-Cain!!! No way!!"

No, Mion aside—Sia stared with sparkling suspicion too. Driving me nuts.

"Not like that! Sia, quiet down!"

Hm... Mion's commoner stock, I thought. Holy mark? Gresha... Rings a bell.

"Hm..."

Mion narrowed her eyes at me. Why?

Sia peeked nervously between us, head down. I stood up.

"Oh, leaving already?"

"Yeah, better pace gathering than grind too hard—condition management."

"Hmmm... Fine. No other business?"

"Nope, thanks. Later, Mion. C'mon, Sia."

"Y-yeah, take care, sis!"

Left pouty Mion behind, headed to inn.

Guild's fishy too.

Non-disclosure contracts hitting 100% on bonds? Even guys and wives? Nah.

Others all 100% guild master, but Mion has me wedged in... Guild's sus, but Mion more so.

Ponder this later slowly.