Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Roy and Tanya (6)
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"You'll come tomorrow too, right...?"
"Yeah, I've saved up enough urgent cash from mentoring, so I'm planning to take it easy until next month and prepare for the third floor."
"Hehe... We've still got ten days left..."
"I'll drop by if nothing comes up, got it?"
"Yessir..."
Camella's pussy had molded perfectly to my size, and she'd gotten used enough to our sex that she didn't pass out this time.
Well, I held back a bit too, but since I'd grown fond of her, I didn't want to make her black out from exhaustion. I kept it to a mating press but moved my hips gently, filling her up with cum over three hours.
She plugged herself tight like a good girl, got dressed, and saw me off. Then I headed to Tanya's place.
Screeech—
"Cain!!! You're here?"
"Yeah, how was the aid station?"
"Good! I took Roy some clothes and underwear."
"Nice. How's he doing?"
"He looked a bit worn out, but when I comforted him, he was over the moon—even teared up."
"Good job."
"Hehe."
Just as I'd instructed, she'd met Roy that morning and spent some quality time with him like a loving girlfriend for the first time in ages.
"What about the house?"
"Oh! I checked out a few places and narrowed it down so we can look together once he gets discharged."
"Well done."
The money pouch Tanya got from Roy at the aid station was surprisingly light, making me think he was broke. But it was all gold coins.
12 gold.
Considering we'd outfitted three people and spent like water, what the hell had he brought from home? Stolen diamonds or something?
I hadn't given Tanya much to do.
Even after Robin died and Roy ended up crippled, she was to keep up the devoted girlfriend act.
That way, if we went to see him right away, even his father would be more likely to let Tanya live. And if we showed up late with a kid in tow?
Plus, I planned to use Roy's fetish to open his eyes to a whole new world.
Actually, he probably already had.
"You checked it out like I told you?"
"Yeah! The places matching what you described were super cheap!"
"What about Roy? Did he hesitate?"
"Nope... He said yes right away when he thought about living just the two of us."
From Roy's perspective, he had a rough idea of Tanya's behavior but couldn't break up because he was too spineless. So when she suggested living together like common-law spouses with that sweet attitude, he must've latched onto the hope that nearly dying had changed her—and agreed on the spot.
But people don't change that easily, Roy.
"Alright, hang in there for the last two days. You've been good, so time for a reward."
"Ah... Yeah!!"
Tanya, who'd been watching my mood, stripped quick and crawled over on all fours.
"That's my girl. Suck it."
"Mhm! Slurp!!"
Tanya would visit when Roy got discharged in two days... And I needed to swing by the guild to book a meal with Mion.
I came once in her mouth and once in her pussy, then left her place right away.
Vroooom!!!
"Oh my, Cain... You're not hurt anymore...?"
"Thanks to Sia, I healed up fast."
"Ahem! So, what brings you here today?"
Mion checked that I was back in shape and fumbled her chance to act mad, ending up with an awkward smile instead.
"Came to ask you on a date."
"Pfft!!"
Mion, mid-sip to wet her throat, spat out her tea at my words.
Oh... Bonus?
"Eek!! Sorry, Cain!!! Oh no!!"
She freaked out so bad she let out a voice I'd never heard from her before, pulling a handkerchief from her bosom to dab my face.
"Shouldn't you expect that when I show up alone?"
"Ugh... I'm really sorry..."
"Nah, it's fine. I dressed light anyway, and it's not booze—doesn't even stick."
"Ugh... Keep the handkerchief. Just wipe up for now."
Seeing Mion—the ever-relaxed big-sis type who always greeted us with poise—make that sour face was refreshing.
"So. Your answer?"
"Huh?"
"To the date invite. Haven't heard it yet."
"Uh..."
She froze up again at my follow-up.
Her mouth twisted grotesquely to avoid screeching like that pterodactyl noise from last time right in my face.
"Hngh!! Gulp!!!"
"You okay, Mion?"
"Ahahaha... Yeah."
Click—
"You're worrying me..."
"Heeek!! Wh... Why's it so hot today?"
Flap flap—
I pressed my hand to her forehead with an innocent look and leaned in close. She panicked even more.
The guild's constant-temperature magic circle kept the air perfect, but she blamed the weather. Bigger impact than I thought.
"When are you free?"
"Hmm... Kinda busy... But end of month is settlement, even busier... How about evening of the 24th or 25th?"
"Our party's not hitting the labyrinth this month, so that works."
"Really? Awesome!!! Ahem! But skipping the labyrinth? Not like you, Cain."
"Well, injury aside—I figured out how to use my blessing right. Claude's training after his screw-up too, so we're taking a long reset to aim for the third floor."
"Ah, got it!"
"25th evening, then?"
"Yeah!"
"I'll swing by at closing."
"Sounds good."
Her face lit up like making the plan was the best thing ever.
I leaned in close and whispered.
"Oh yeah. Just curious."
"Huh? Wh... Why whisper?"
"That receptionist, Mayu... When'd she get married?"
"Huh? Mayu sis? Recently."
"Oh?"
"Why ask?"
Her face soured a bit, probably 'cause I brought up another woman.
"Nah... Thought she married young, but it's recent?"
"Oh... We knew she had a boyfriend before, but she broke up recently."
"Yeah?"
"Never told us who the ex was. But her current hubby? Met less than a month ago, got pregnant right away, boom—married."
Johnson was the issue, huh.
"Asked what I wanted. Heading out now, Mion."
"Y-Yes!! S... See you then."
Whispering about the receptionist Mayu kept our faces close; her flushed cheeks sent me off.
Jealousy aside, my face right there short-circuited her brain.
Mion. She gave Claude advice back when he got dumped left and right after arriving in the city. But her reaction now? Not reassuring.
What if her pussy's lame?
I left the fumbling, creaky Mion behind, exited the guild, and headed to a dim alley between the slums and the smithing district.
Remembering Hawk's warning about a super dangerous spot if you got lost in the city, I found shabby buildings and folks in hoods or hats.
"Whoa... Black market... But damn, it's filthy."
The black market felt like a bazaar for shady dealers handling dirty jobs like brothels or errand services, and folks from the shadows.
"Fuck, why are there monster corpses?"
I spotted butchered monster bodies hanging in a butcher-like shop and hurried on.
"Hmm... No signs anywhere... Oh? That one?"
I wandered past suspicious stalls hawking weird crap, drunks causing fights, and scrawny half-naked girls offering themselves for 30 bronze. Deeper in, a tiny hole-in-the-wall with a crudely drawn potion bottle sign appeared.
Screech—
"Cough!! Ugh, fuck. Ventilate or something."
"Siiiigh... What're you on about."
"Eek!!"
The alley was dim even daytime, and this shop extra tiny, so I grumbled. A voice from behind the door I'd opened made me yelp.
"Siiiigh... A guy's whining like a bitch. Sluuuurp...!"
Swish~ swish~
I figured the heavy smoker was the owner from the smoke blasting out, but the girl's voice startled me. A tail swished outside the door.
"Hm?"
"Siiiigh... Move aside. Shop's too cramped to get out—can't you see? Sluuuurp!!!"
"Ah, sorry."
The slurping on something thick and endless smoke from behind the open door had me floored. I stepped in; door shut.
Click—
"Uh...?"
"Siiiigh... First time seeing a beastkin?"
"No, not that..."
"Then why stand there like a retard. What do you want? Sluuuurp!!"
Door fully closed, and there she was: a girl barely up to my solar plexus.
Dazzling golden blonde down to her waist, cat ears on her head, swishing tail behind, bright yellow eyes, and a pipe clamped in her mouth, puffing nonstop. Felt wrong somehow.
"Uh... Kid, you sell aphrodisiacs here?"
"Siiiigh... Aphrodisiacs my ass... Why talk like such a dickhead? You think I look like a kid too?"
I'd gone soft thinking she looked young, but hit a nerve.
Her face turned feral, like a hissing cat.
"Ah... How old?"
"26."
"Sorry. Heard beastkin ages are hard to gauge. My mistake, sis."
"Hmph!"
Calling her sis softened her glare a tad. She turned and waddled inside, tail swishing, steps thumping cutely. My lips twitched.
"Sluuuurp!! Stay there. Don't touch shit."
"Got it."
Damn, not even a vape—smoke pouring like crazy.