Chapter 47
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Aphrodisiac Massage (2)
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Flutter, flutter—
"Phew... The ledger looks decent again."
The mentoring fees I'd just earned and the reward from Roy were all mine now.
Until the mentoring match-up, Sia and I had spent a week gathering herbs together, but that cash went straight to Claude's equipment payments and our living expenses.
Roy's payout was so huge that I dumped every bit of mentoring profit into party funds, food, and gear installments.
Proudly, I gazed at the top of the freshly updated ledger.
Party Funds – 1 gold, 35 silver, 89 bronze
"Kya...!"
Then I flipped open the notebook with our personal tallies.
Personal Funds
Claude – 0
Cain – 2 gold, 56 silver, 80 bronze
Sia – 52 silver
"Grah!!!"
Before Hawk ripped us off, we'd had 3 gold 50 silver in party funds, plus Sia and I scraping by with 50-60 silver each. Once I collected that final 1 gold from old man Hawk via the IOU, we'd not only recover our principal but pocket an extra gold on top.
That said, dumping Roy's 1 gold 90 silver straight into party funds felt off. I occasionally gathered the group to review our money and spending, so slamming gold into the pot would've forced awkward questions about the source.
'Got it from saving a mentoring party member—his life-debt payout.'
Too extravagant for that excuse.
Claude's big mouth might blab it somewhere, or he'd spill over drinks with Hawk. Better I hold it for now.
I handled all the finances anyway, so no real divide. Besides, this was money I'd hustled (sort of), so no complaints.
And no way was I easing Claude's money woes just yet.
Let him sweat a bit longer. Skip the pleasure house less, grovel to us more. No quick release from that leash.
"Tail room, huh... One silver covers a night there, right?"
Pleasure House was one silver including a romp and crash—hand-job spot had to be cheaper.
I slotted the quill into its holder after scribbling away, tidied the desk. A crumpled note from last time fluttered loose.
– Mion Gresha. Gresha Family. Heard the name somewhere. Investigate –
"Hm... Gotta look into this sometime."
I pulled out that book I'd bought for a silver—got scammed on reincarnation intel—blew off the dust, and skimmed it.
Shff—
"Tch... Nothing. Having a family crest means some noble house or accomplished lineage."
This city blurred lines between nobles and commoners, unlike other kingdoms or empires.
From the city's view, as long as you didn't stir major trouble, even foreign nobles got smacked down with no recourse.
Stats ruled here. Get stronger for revenge or bail.
That's why commoners flocked, packing the streets.
Current guild master Karon Martinez hailed from the Martinez family—one of the founding houses that built the city.
Not a root family like that, yet I'd heard the name... Empire side, maybe?
The empire claimed half the continent, but Labyrinth City—slightly north of center—grew tougher explorers the deeper you went. Made it the empire's biggest unification roadblock.
A level 3 explorer could solo a hundred soldiers easy. High commoner ratio meant less imperial sway; even war favored the city's raw power.
South toward the imperial capital, stats mattered less, stalling conquests.
Above all, mana stones fueled artifacts, potions, tech—Labyrinth exclusives. Empire treated the city like an independent nation.
Surrounding small city-states and kingdoms, explorer-influenced, leaned pro-city. One empire vs. the rest.
Minus Labyrinth City and empire, everyone else was small fry. A country bumpkin like me knowing the name screamed imperial.
"Sigh... Asking around just gets 'Why's a commoner like you care? You explored fine—drinks on me~' bullshit. Plus unwanted suspicion. Can't straight-up quiz Mion either."
Wait for her to spill or dig another route.
Afternoon, I swung by Camella's shop, spent a quick moment with her, grabbed moisturizing cream mimicking the aphrodisiac ointment—plus empty jars—and headed back to the inn.
Needed it for Sia's crotch care during depilation, and to fool her during the aphrodisiac rub. Camella wouldn't take my money, though.
"Huh? Put that money away, sweetie. It's pocket change, and Johnson slacks on inventory anyway. Won't notice. Mwah!"
Starved housewife dives into an affair, showers the guy with gifts. Camella fit the bill.
"Instead of cash... fill your babygirl up, and I can give tons... Haaang!!!"
No need for a pussy plug post-bathroom creampie anymore, but till pregnancy confirmed, she insisted on keeping my seed sealed. I topped off her dutiful pussy and returned.
Post-dinner, Sia whined about sore muscles and beat me to her room. Entering mine, Claude approached, eyes gleaming.
"Claude, 90 bronze good?"
"Uh... y-yeah! Totally doable!"
"Wanna check prices together? Be honest."
"Ahem... 70 bronze..."
"Fine. I'll grab food or whatever you crave sometimes, so don't dip into savings stupidly. Play nice."
Jingle—
"Guh... Bronze... sweet, sweet bronze..."
"It's leaving your hands anyway—what's with the waterworks?"
"Haha!"
"Crash there or come back rested. They charge for overnight?"
"Nah, cheaper than brothels. Folks do a quick pull, nap clean, bounce."
"Yeah, unwind good. Long overdue."
"Uh, Sia..."
"I'll cover."
"Thanks."
Guess getting caught visiting spots embarrassed him.
Claude snatched the coins, bolted. I hit the first floor, bought two of Frank's special peach drinks, headed to Sia's room.
Knock knock knock—
–Hngh... Hu... Whooo's thereaa...
Just a brisk 30-minute morning walk, then slow stroll, and she's still groaning. Stamina's pathetic.
"It's me, Cain."
–Waiiit... Hiiik!
Squeak—door creaked open slow.
"Cain... Soo tired... Ah! Juice!"
"Hold on..."
I steadied wobbly Sia clinging to the doorframe, set the drink on her bedside table, scooped her up princess-style.
Whoosh—
"Whoa..."
"I'm strong too, y'know."
"Hehe... So firm."
Post-dinner haze in her tired eyes, she snuggled in, kneading my chest and biceps.
Plop—
"Ow! Hurts!"
"Sorry, wait here. Back quick."
"Mmh..."
"Did it yourself?"
"N-nooo..."
Smack!
"Kyaa! Oww!!"
"Strip."
"Kay!"
Sia squirmed on the bed peeling off tee and shorts. I fetched moisturizer and aphrodisiac jars from my room.
"Showered?"
"Mmh...? N-no, too wiped..."
"Gotta start with that tonight."
"Uungh... Got it..."
Like last time, towel-wrapped across her chest, face-down on bed. She groaned upright.
"Hng... Legs shaaaking..."
"Hold you?"
"Thaaanks..."
Her quivering legs looked dicey. I set jars on the bed, supported her to the bath area.
Squish—
"Nngh..."
"Tomorrow, just slow walks."
"Can I?"
"Ease up if it's too much. Not trying to hurt you—build health."
"Mmh..."
Squelch...
Feeling her soft tits sink into my arm as we shuffled, a faint wet rub echoed from her crotch.
I glanced unconsciously—love juices trickled down her inner thigh.
"Wow! Bad stuff leaking pre-wash. Hehe."
"Body's getting healthier."
"Ahng!"
Innocent Sia bought the cover—her body craved my touch, secreting in anticipation. She nodded happily at her "progress."
"Squat okay?"
"N-nooo...?"
"Hm... Sit first, wash upper body. I'll lift for the rest."
"O-kaaay..."
"Tits? I'll look away outside. Call when top's done."
"Got it..."
"Here... Grabbing more water and towels. Wash slow."
"Yess!!"
Hearing her cautious scrubbing, I crossed to my room.
Claude's leftovers: fresh bucket, towels—all hauled to Sia's.
"Sir, more water and towels okay?"
"Huh? Sure, sure."
"And a sheet..."
"What's all that for?"
"Learning massage lately. Sia's shoulders and back knotted up."
"Go on."
"Others not back?"
"Nah... Floor reassignments pending. Nearby rooms hold out till last second. No word today."
"Roger. Thanks."
"Ten bronze."
"Yessir!"
Inn's surprisingly soundproof, especially our back-corner rooms—empty now.
Confirmed no neighbors, paid Frank, lugged gear up.
Might as well go full service—depilation included.