Chapter 41
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Roy and Tanya (5)
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The next day after returning to the lodging from a late dinner with Tanya via room service, I brought up the idea of sparring with Claude while eating breakfast.
"Sparring?"
"Yeah."
"You feeling okay?"
"Of course. Sia used her blessing on me one more time yesterday, so I'm all healed up."
"You look it, but..."
"Mmm!!"
"Sia, eat slower and then talk."
"Gulp! Don't spar too dangerously!"
"Aw, Sia, I can control my strength now. I won't go at him like I did to Cain back then..."
Pfft!
"Gah! My eye!!"
"Your training's lacking."
"Who trains their eyeballs, you psycho!!"
"So, you doing it or not?"
"But why sparring all of a sudden?"
"Ah, my stats went up in the Labyrinth this time, and I've made some progress figuring out how to use my blessings. I wanna test it out in something like real combat."
"Tch... Fine, right after breakfast then?"
"Sounds good."
With our schedule packed for the time being, we finished eating after deciding on a morning spar.
After the peaceful breakfast, we geared up and headed to the open lot behind the lodging.
"Hey, you're going full gear?"
"Yep, like real combat."
"Isn't that kinda dangerous?"
"Wouldn't it hurt less than getting hit with wooden swords or daggers?"
"Hmm... True."
"Eek!! Cain!! Claude!! Wasn't it supposed to be wooden swords?!"
Sia freaked out when she saw us armed and entering the lot.
"Sia, this is actually safer."
"Nooo!!"
She was reacting sensitively because of my serious injury from the Labyrinth.
"Hehe, he says it's fine. Right, old man?"
"Hm..."
"If you're free for a bit, could you watch us and step in if it gets dangerous?"
"Sure."
Frank readily agreed after coming out to the lot hearing Sia's squeals.
"See? If it looks like someone's gonna get hurt, the old man's got our backs, Sia."
"Hng... Got it..."
Sia plopped down in the shade under a tree by the well with her lips pursed, watching us as Claude and I faced off and took some distance.
"This far enough?"
"Yeah, about there."
About 15 meters apart, staring each other down, Claude grinned mockingly and started taunting.
"Hey, after I beat the crap out of you last time, you never once suggested sparring again. What's with the sudden change?"
"Shut up and draw your sword."
"Hmmmm..."
That smug bastard's face was seriously pissing me off.
Shing-
Claude drew his longsword from its sheath and pointed it at me.
Clack-
Claude doesn't use mana much either, so comparing raw strength, agility, stamina: mine 3, 5, 6; his 6, 6, 3.
Brutal and fast, but with lower stamina than me, I needed to drag it into a long fight.
"Frank, mind giving the signal?"
"Three, two, one... Go!"
Boom!!!
Damn, that brute force is insane every time, you bastard.
With a vicious sound and a cloud of dust, Claude closed in right to my face and swung his sword.
Claude's style had shifted from wild flailing on physical prowess alone to something more refined thanks to Hawk's advice, but his swordsmanship wasn't particularly sharp or flawless.
Different from the spinning longsword techniques I'd seen in my past life, and with the reach difference from daggers and shortswords, he seemed intent on overpowering me with force right off the bat.
'I can see it!'
In an instant, as Claude charged and swung, I could predict the sword's trajectory—something I hadn't seen before—and how the power was distributed through his body.
What the hell, that Roy bastard had this awesome blessing and chose to wield a shield?
I sidestepped with a short step, dodging the blade, then slammed my dagger hard into the flat of his descending sword on the same trajectory.
Clanggg!
"Gahhh!!!"
Thud!
I pressed my dagger to Claude's throat as he fell, grinning just like he had earlier.
"Dead."
"Wha...? Re-do!"
"Sure."
I'd heard blessings related to martial arts were top-tier, but I didn't expect this level.
Just like that, we kept sparring for about an hour, with Claude stubbornly yelling "One more time!"
It seemed to give corrections when learning swordsmanship or fighting with swords.
Weird that it applied even without me using a sword, but damn, it was incredible.
"Huff... huff! Crazy... couldn't land a single hit..."
"Just bad matchup."
"Whoa!! Cain, you're amazing!!"
Sia, who'd been watching from afar with pursed lips, had crept closer at some point, eyes sparkling as I toyed with Claude.
"Frank, what do you think?"
"Hm... Looks like a whole new person overnight."
"Hahaha!!"
"Don't get too cocky, Cain. Claude's bad habits of brute-forcing with sloppy swordplay and his dropping stamina are why. Your dagger skills aren't great either."
"Yeah, fair."
"When you pick up more companions later, look for an explorer who can handle a sword decently."
"Noted."
Great, so around layer 4, when adding party members, snag a bikini-armor babe with a killer bod...
"Cain, whatcha writing?"
"Huh? Oh, just jotting down Frank's advice."
"Aha, drink some water! Claude, here too!"
"Thanks."
Close call.
"Whoa... Cain, you're nuts. At this rate, we can blast through layer 3 easy, right?"
"Combat's up, sure, but scouting's separate."
"Hm... Still! You're the man, Cain!"
Claude was covered in dirt from rolling on the ground, but he seemed thrilled at my combat boost.
"Claude, wanna learn some swordplay now?"
"Nah, Hawk said my current style's too ingrained. Fixing it would cost a fortune and take forever."
"Hmm... That's tricky."
"Right?"
Apparently, dojos don't just rake in cash—they tailor training to be practical, but charge extra for bad-habit cases starting from posture correction.
"Let's tough it out 'til layer 4 at least."
"Yeah! Our levels shot up fast, so time-wise it's a win, but money's the real issue."
"You know that and still..."
"Sorry!! Teacher!!"
Thud!
I lightly scolded Claude as he bowed deeply like a formal apology, then tidied the lot, showered back at the room, and headed to Camella's shop.
Ting-a-ling-
"Oh! Ca... Cain!"
Whoosh!
Camella, who'd been glaring holes at the shop entrance, bolted over and hugged me the second I walked in.
"Camella, it's broad daylight—sure about hugging a random guy like this?"
"You're not random; you're my baby's daddy? Mwah!"
She grinned cutely, pecked my cheek, and locked the shop door right away.
"Huh? What, closing up already?"
"Hehe, just a sec~"
Grabbing my hand, she dragged me to the break room and shoved me onto the bed.
Thud-
"Haa... honey... look at this..."
Flop-
"Oh."
"Geez, don't react like that; it's embarrassing."
"Too hot to handle."
"For real..."
Her face flushed as she hiked her skirt to her waist. Peering at her crotch, I saw her panties bulging out front.
"Stuffed something in?"
"Mhm... Didn't want baby's daddy leaking out..."
Slide-
She slipped off her panties to show me. No clue where she got it, but something like an anal bead handle was plugged into her pussy.
No semen leaking, just her juices beading on the handle and dripping—fucking hot.
"Sorry I can't stay long today. Wanna refill with fresh baby batter first?"
"Yesss..."
I stripped quick and pulled her in for a kiss as she clung to me.
"Where'd this come from?"
"Mmph... smooch... Bought it a while back... yesterday off, so I..."
"Found it while looking for a pussy plug?"
"Yeah..."
"No need to be shy. Lie back straight."
"Okay..."
Camella used to tease me with half-formal, sly talk while I kept distance with polite speech. Now with our roles reversed and her submissive gestures, my dick throbbed painfully hard.
"Suck it first."
"Mhm... slurp... so thick... sniff... sniff!"
"Showered after sparring Claude this morning—smells that strong?"
"Nooo... love it... your scent gets me so horny..."
After some light fellatio from Camella, as climax built...
"Hold up, Camella—no more mouth."
"Slurrrp!! Pwah... Wh-why? My mouth no good?"
"Nah, gotta fill downstairs."
"Ah!"
I switched to mating press to prevent semen spill when pulling the plug, gripped the handle blocking her pussy, and yanked.
Pop-!
"Heek!"
"Oh... barely leaked?"
A slightly large bead popped out with it. Setting the plug aside, her twitching pussy still had semen inside.
"Th... thought it'd slip out, so I... wore panties to bed..."
"Good girl."
"Hehe..."
"Tight on time with afternoon plans, but I'll stuff you full as I can."
Spluuurt!
"Haaaang!!!"
I'd joked after our night together to rest a day so semen wouldn't leak, but with prep like this, a man had to reward her properly.
Afternoon was Tanya time anyway—might as well fill her to the brim.