Chapter 37
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Roy and Tanya (3)
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"What do you want to do with me?"
"Uh..."
"You're not thinking of killing off Roy too and then shacking up with me, are you?"
Flinch!
These were words he might have brushed off easily when he was scheming with Robin, but having tasted death himself, they'd carry real weight now.
"Th-that... th-th-th-that's..."
"I went to all this trouble saving you, even losing an arm in the process. You're not going to kill me now, right?"
"R-right! C-Cain went through so much... Heh heh..."
She really doesn't think things through.
"Hey, didn't it ever occur to you that Roy's dad from the Pharom Alliance might be out there looking for you?"
"H-huh?"
"From the lodging, gear, and all the money you've been blowing, it's clear you've stolen a fortune. And the eldest son of a family like that? He'd move heaven and earth to find Roy, way beyond just throwing cash at it. Didn't you ever think that far?"
"Ah..."
"Ah, what? You figured you'd tidy up Roy, deal with Robin, and move on to some other guy? With Roy and Robin already dead and you the only one left, what do you think that father would do to you?"
"Wh-what would he do?"
"If I were that father, I'd be racking my brain over the most agonizing way to kill you... and drag you off for it."
"Eek... Eeeek!!"
"Or maybe I'd sever the tendons in your limbs and sell you off to a pleasure house."
"H-huhh... Hnggh!!"
As my explanations turned her face paler by the second, I flicked her hard on the forehead.
Thwack!
"Kyaaang! It... it huuurts..."
"I hit you so it'd hurt, you idiot. And now you wanna cling to me? Get lost."
"Th-then what do I do..."
She'd acted without a thought for the aftermath, so now panicked Tanya was begging me.
Roy... having spent his life getting dragged around by her, probably had no good answers for her either.
"What am I supposed to do about it? Figure it out yourself."
"C-Cain!! Save me!!"
"Quit whining. I saved you in the Labyrinth too—what more do you want?"
"Please... I-I'll give you my whole body!! Whenever you want, just say the word!!"
"Even if you did, you're no virgin, and that doesn't change the fact you're a slut. What am I supposed to do with trash like that? Oh... should I just subdue you now and sell you to a pleasure house myself?"
Flinch!
I had no real intention of selling her off, but ramping up her terror like this made her burst into tears, pleading with me.
"Huh? I'm begging you like this, pleeease...! Y-you said my pussy tastes good, right? Pleeaaase... sob sob..."
Grovelling...
She even dropped to her knees, tears streaming as she grovelled.
"And that's it? Just offering your body? If I tell you how, that's me saving you again."
"No no no!! I'll do whatever you say!! Whatever Cain tells me to do, I'll do it—no questions! I won't do what you say not to, I'll listen perfectly, spread my pussy wide whenever, everything!!"
Guess Roy's dad is someone with some real pull, seeing how terrified she is of him.
"Come here."
"Y-yeah..... Hngh!"
Still feeling the lingering pain down there, she flinched as she crawled into my arms and clung to me.
"You'll really do whatever I say?"
"Sob... hng... Y-yes, really..."
"Good."
Her orange eyes, brimming with tears, made me want to torment her more.
"See? It's all your fault."
"H-huh?"
I locked eyes with her confused gaze and continued.
"Has anything ever gone the way you planned once we entered the Labyrinth?"
"N-no..."
"Then what makes you so confident crawling into the Labyrinth? It's all because of you."
Flinch!!
"Robin dying, Roy's leg getting wrecked—it's all on you."
Flinch... flinch!!
"N-nooo..."
"You should've just played with your pussy, had fun with guys, gotten hitched to someone, and called it a day. What greed made you drag Roy and Robin all the way here?"
"Hnggggh!!! M-my fault... ah..."
"Why not? You planned to kill Roy in the Labyrinth anyway, right?"
Flinch!!!
"A-ah... aaah..."
Back in the Labyrinth, I'd shielded her, insisting it wasn't her fault, but now denying it sent her into what looked like PTSD—her breathing grew ragged, her condition worsening.
"Hngh...! Guh...! Grk!!"
"If the three of you hadn't come to this city, none of you would've died."
"Hngh!! Hah!!"
"No, even more than that—if you hadn't toyed with Roy like that."
"Hngh!!"
"If you hadn't lured Robin to follow you here, he wouldn't have melted so gruesomely in that slime."
"Hngh!!"
"It's your fault."
"Grk!! Guh!!! Hnggggh!!"
I kept whispering words that crushed her self-esteem and stoked her fears, hammering home that it was all her fault with classic gaslighting. Hyperventilating now, her face went sheet-white as she started letting out weird groans.
"It's all your fault, you useless idiot."
"Grrglk!"
Finally, she foamed at the mouth and passed out in my arms. I laid her down beside the bed.
"Phase one complete... Guess I should swing by the lodging first."
I've shattered her mentally for now, so I'll head back, fill in Sia and Claude on the next moves, kill some time, then return. Leave her alone for a few hours, come back gentle, and her dependency will skyrocket.
It'd normally take longer, but she's such a dimwit—she'll be molded to my liking in three days before Roy gets discharged.
"So, you're not entering the Labyrinth at all this month?"
"Yeah, we've made over 60 silver already, and if you wanna get technical, you and I did runs with other parties anyway. Even with Sia, better safe than sorry."
"Hmm... Fair enough. We've never skipped like this except when I've filled in on temp parties occasionally. Layers could get messed up..."
When entering the Labyrinth, if you join with explorers outside your party, you all drop to the lowest layer among those entering.
Like if someone who's cleared to layer 3 temps into a layer 1 party, they drop to layer 1.
That's why vets like Hawk Uncle, with solid levels, layers, and know-how, hop into temp parties as mercs when their own breaks up or they need quick cash.
Low-layer parties supplement weak firepower or uncertainties by offering high mana stone shares to lure high-level explorers for stable clears.
High-level ones get fast cash, sure, but also scout for new parties—naturally blending into promising groups and joining permanently.
Job boards let you list level walls plus guild-verified Labyrinth runs, which is why Claude matches well despite his shit rep.
[Claude]
[Level - 4]
[Wall - Lust]
[Explorations - 92 times (Handler - Mion)]
Like that.
Around late lunch, I returned to the lodging, told Sia and Claude we'd rest up this month, and ate.
Need to properly knock up Camella, and bake Roy and Tanya right—ten days off should do.
Claude nodded he got it. Sia had been quietly scarfing her food and headed to her room first.
"Uncle, I'll pay this month's 20 days plus next month's first ten for lodging and meals upfront."
"...How's your body?"
After settling 30 days' lodging and meals, Frank Uncle asked with a dark look.
"Ah... A bit better."
"Good. Don't stay out overnight too often—Sia's worried."
"Huh?"
What? Did Sia wake up?
"This morning, Sia came to me with a note asking about it. You were out last night, right? I soothed her so she wouldn't worry."
"Ah... Sorry."
"No need to apologize."
He headed coolly to the kitchen.
Even though I'd just stopped by the lodging briefly before heading to Camella's to check on Roy and Tanya, she worried.
Knock knock knock-
-Yeees.
"Sia, it's Cain."
-Hmph!
What's with the attitude?
"I'm coming in."
-N-no!!
Creeeak-
I opened the door to Sia's room. She'd rushed to block it, but my strength sent her sliding back as it swung open.
"Sia?"
"Cain's hurt, why are you wandering around?!"
"I'm fine. Just took a walk to clear my head."
"Still!"
She must've fretted over my arm not looking fully healed.
Her puffed cheeks and smacking my left arm were so cute, I stroked her head as I spoke.
"Then, could you use one more Blessing?"
"Huh..?"
"One more and it'll be perfect."
"Tch... Come in."
She huffed cutely, nose in the air, and perched primly on the bed.
Pat pat-
"Cain! Hurry and strip, lie on the bed."
"Got it."
It was just for healing, but the words sounded like a girlfriend revving up her boyfriend for sex—got me a little hard.
Whoosh-
"B-bandages are new?"
"Yeah, stopped by Camella's shop 'cause the old ones felt gross, got fresh ones."
"Ooh... Untie the bandages and lie down~"
Pat pat!!
She paused puzzled at the fresh wraps, but brushed it off, patting the bed for me to unwrap and lie down.
Swish-
"Ugh... Just hold still a sec, I'll fix it."
Fresh skin covered my arm, smooth and pinkish. Sia grimaced, knelt, grabbed my hand, and closed her eyes.
"Recovery!"
Vmmm-!
A pure milky light filled the room briefly before vanishing.
"Hngh... Hah! C-Cain..?"
"Yeah, I'm good. You didn't overdo it, right Sia?"
"N-no... D-didn't go to the Labyrinth so... rest and I'm fine... Cain needs to heal fast.."
Her Magic stat is 7, but using Recovery Blessing costs more than mana.
It burns her own stamina to explosively accelerate healing.
High mana lets her cast multiple times to start, but healing scales with her stamina spent.
We've had wounds before, but nothing as bad as my arm this time, so she hadn't depleted much till now.
Yesterday's were so severe one cast nearly exhausted her—we stopped midway, then I held weary Sia and drained her bad fluids.
Probably worried I couldn't heal fully, and seeing me out wandering since morning pissed her off.
"Ooh, all better. Sia's the best."
"Hee... Hngh!"
Thud!
"Ow..."
I stroked Sia as she beamed proudly then faceplanted into my chest.
"Sia, maybe start exercising a bit?"
"Hng... Nooo..."
"Stamina too low, no?"
"B-but 2's pretty high..?"
"True."
Her nose buried in my chest, tits squished against my side, she mumbled sprawled out.
"Wanna drain the bad stuff now?"
"Uh..?"
"Gotta head out later."
"Whereee?"
"One of the guys from our Labyrinth run's badly hurt—need to check on him daily for a bit."
"Ughhh... Cain's too niceee..."
"So, now?"
"Y-yeah... Let's..."
"All better now, no more pout?"
"Hee... Wasn't pouting, was worried.."
"Got it. Get ready."
"Mhm.."
Still sprawled, she wriggled out of pants and panties, tossing them aside.
"Towel?"
"Mhm.. Over there.."
"Tired? I'll grab 'em—you rest."
"Thaaanks..."
Lately I'd asked Frank Uncle for extra towels in Sia's room—no surcharge, now four daily.
Enough for draining plus washing, with spares—Sia's towel rich.
I flexed my now-perfect arm and wrist, grabbed three from the towel mountain, spread them on the sheets, sat with legs apart. Sia slinked over, leaning back against me.
No more shyness—she spread her legs wide naturally, thighs already slick and glistening with arousal.
"What’s this, Sia? Bad stuff leaking already?"
"Hehe, yeah? When Cain says he'll do it... it just gushes. Heehee."
Looking up at me with an innocent grin, I started plotting how to grope Sia's tits sober before heading to check on Tanya.