Chapter 31
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Camella (2)
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Roy came to his senses, and after I told him Robin was dead, I had Tanya support him while I gathered the rest of our gear and Robin's body before heading back to the city.
The moment we stepped out of the hall into the city, my status and Tanya's went up.
"Ca... Cain?"
"Blue light? Oh, looks like our status went up."
"R... Really? Hnngggg!!!"
Tanya stared in wonder at my body glowing blue, then suddenly started trembling all over like she was hitting her peak.
"Wh... what's thiiiis!"
"Status ups feel a bit like that."
It's like a dopamine explosion— a sense of omnipotence expanding in your head, coupled with raw pleasure slamming straight into your brain. For women, it's waves of orgasms crashing past the limit. For men... well, like nonstop dry orgasms firing for a full minute?
No wonder some folks can't leave the Labyrinth after getting hooked on that status-up rush.
Status parameters increased!
Hummm—
"Ro... Roy!!"
Roy must've hit some curse— a red aura swirled around him before fading. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling in fear, but after a while, he cautiously opened them.
"Honey?"
"Roy! You okay? Huh? Nothing hurts?"
"My legs..."
"Ow! That was from the Labyrinth, right?"
"Not really sure..."
"Could be a mild curse, like a bad habit."
"...Yeah?"
Even knowing I'd banged Tanya and gotten a blowjob from her, Roy— who'd sacrificed his arm to save my life— was starting to respond to me more than before.
"Anyway, we'll check the curse later. Roy, head to the Aid Station first for treatment."
"Okay..."
I dumped Roy at the Aid Station, reported our exploration return and Robin's death at the Explorer Guild with Tanya, left the rest for tomorrow, and left.
"Left the gear at the Guild, so sis, rest up at the Aid Station."
"Yeah..."
"Must've been tough. Good work. Your wounds aren't bad, so tomorrow let's hit the Guild together."
"Yeah! You better come!!"
Tanya saw me off as I headed back to the lodging.
Squelch—!
"Hnnng... Cain..."
"What? You asked for a massage."
"Mmm... Sorry, you're hurt..."
"Sia's blessing fixed it. No more pain."
"Still..."
Back at the lodging early evening, Sia saw my arm and bawled, spamming blessings until only faint redness remained on my skin.
Whenever Claude or I got hurt, she'd nurse us in her room overnight with blessings— so naturally, it was just us two. I wrapped my slightly taut skin in temporary bandages and was massaging her.
Hm, she's starting to get that prickly feeling again. She'll beg for a trim soon.
"Haaah... Saw Camella today..."
"Oh, yeah?"
"After gathering... hnng... met her on the way back..."
Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaah... Ca... Cain!!"
"It's fine, let it rip."
"Hyeeeeet!!!"
Spiiiish!!!
Dribble dribble... hisss—
Now, even without much drink or water, my massages trigger her squirts with auto-urination.
Just two weeks since her first trim and massage— and only five sessions since— but Sia's lewd body was progressing fast.
It jumped 5% that first trim and massage day, but only 3% in two weeks since. Kinda slow.
"Hic... hek..."
"Good girl."
"Mmm... thanks... But Camella looked really hurt today."
"Yeah?"
She'd retired without hitting level 2 but had high strength and stamina, tanking back in the day. Her being in pain?
"Yeah... Claude asked for potions, went to the shop together. She looked pale, dropped dishes..."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope... Cain said keep it secret, so just said hi. Good girl, right?!"
Sia, nestled in my arms, looked up with a cute grin begging for praise.
"Good girl~"
Clap clap clap clap—
"Haaang!!! W-Wait!!"
Splurt!!!
"Whoa, lots today?"
"R-Really? Cain's the best... hek... hic..."
I hugged panting Sia tight, rubbing her clit base.
Squelch!!
"Heeeek!! Th-That's weird there!!!"
"It's fine, did it last time too?"
"D-Dooon't!!!"
"Gotta rub here good to drain the bad stuff."
Squelch squelch squelch!!!
"Aheeeeek!!!"
Shudder shudder shudder!!!!!
Splurt!!!
After her massive squirt earlier, not much fluid this time— just her back arching, body quaking.
Her clit was starting to peek out past the hood. Smooth progress.
After hearing Sia's take on Camella, I peaked her once more, tucked her in, cleaned up fluids, and slipped out of the lodging.
Sending Claude for explosion potions while letting Camella stew was to test her reaction.
If she'd greeted Claude and Sia calmly without much fuss, I'd have to restart the conquest from scratch next visit. But from Sia's report today, something big had shifted in her heart.
For me, her unstable state now was easier to control than a full reset. So I bolted straight to the shopping district.
Late hour, shops closing one by one— streets emptying. Light still on at her place, luckily.
Peering inside, Camella sat at the counter, clutching a silver coin, lost in thought and sobbing alone.
Ting-a-ling—
"W-Welcome..."
"Uh... Camella? Crying?"
"Cl... Closed... P-Please go..."
Her lifeless eyes lit up spotting me, swirling with emotions.
Anger and despair flickered, but not at me— they faded quick. Then faint hope and expectation as she gazed, yet her words pushed me away.
Click—
Shwaaak!!
Shwaaak!!!
Flinch!!!!
I locked the door, drew the curtains, rushed the counter, and pulled her into my arms.
"Camella, was I too late?"
"Th-This!!"
She tried pulling away but froze, eyes widening at my bandaged half-shirt sleeve and entire right arm.
Could've changed to fresh bandages, but to guilt her into sympathy, I kept the blood- and potion-soaked ones— the faint metallic scent startled her.
"Y-You're hurt?"
"Yeah, so don't struggle too much. Still hurts a bit..."
"You okay?"
Her resistance softened at my feigned pain. She looked up, worried.
Swoosh—
"Hic!"
"Camella, your face looks rough. Something bad happen?"
I wiped her teary eyes gently, hugging her tight.
"Hic... hnn!"
"Hm?"
"You're too laaaate..."
She sobbed into my chest.
Hm... caught her husband with another setup? A bit off from expected, but I held her tight, calming her.
The older sisters from my past life had varied stories.
Ones who couldn't quit pussy play from youth, kept meeting guys pre- and post-marriage. Ones who slipped into affairs by chance, hooked on the thrill and taboo. Ones who learned of hubby's cheating and started revenge flings that turned fun.
Camella fit the neglected wife, self-esteem low as a woman— threw light flirtations my way like office wife fun. But it escalated to full sex against her intent.
Her haggard face and that look when I entered screamed she'd suspected hubby's cheating or side nest, but now had proof and crumbled.
This sets up easy for the third case.
"Come here."
Fl Inch!
I led her to the break room; she trembled.
"N-No... I..."
"Not that. Just talk."
"Okay..."
Coaxing gently without groping, smiling softly— she reluctantly followed.
Then... explained the two weeks away: hunting good-paying jobs, got picked as mentor, entered Labyrinth— not because I didn't wanna see her.
Relief bloomed on her face.
As party treasurer, had to cover Claude's screw-up losses, so busy.
When she grilled if the silver meant I saw her as a whore, I nailed it: so many freebies from her, felt bad leaving nothing after getting close.
She squirmed, embarrassed at her misunderstanding.
Didn't even notice her own expression— for early 30s, that girlish shy smile. Her flirting and romance skills seemed amateur. Maybe Johnson was her first love and lover.
Sitting side-by-side on the break room bed, holding hands, calmly chatting— she stopped crying, smiled, leaned on my shoulder, slowly spilling her situation.
As expected: five days ago, first sex with hubby in eight years— he called another woman's name while cumming. Johnson, you legend.
I listened to all her pent-up stories, soothing her. Eventually, she blushed and apologized.
"Sorry, Cain... Didn't know, just resented and hated you..."
"No, my bad. Should've checked in once despite the busyness."
"Nnh... No. But you're here now..."
From Johnson and Camella's story, no need to meet him— her Hitomi with me was locked low.
Whatever... Roy confirmed 100% takeover gets EXP. Time to conquer Camella quick, snag the bonus, see what Johnson's low % gives.
Tsk... 1% short... Ah, that it?
I turned to the calendar on the break room wall.
Saw it before, but now: marked menstrual cycle and fertile days.
Not as precise as modern calendars, but after eight years neglected, red marks screamed desire for kids beyond fixing hubby ties.
Whether 30 or 40-day cycle, ovulation's fourteen days pre-period... Huh? Tomorrow?
"Camella."
"Yes..?"
I called her seriously; she looked at me.
"Don't you want revenge?"
"Revenge...?"
I smiled at her shy-filled eyes and continued.