Chapter 73
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Commission (3)
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Loren was a young elf from the Sarshil clan, one of the six clans that served the World Tree.
She came from a prestigious family that had held important positions in the kingdom—such as priests or council elders—for generations.
"Mother! Look at this! Hiyah! Hiyah!!!"
"Loren... what are you doing instead of learning spirit arts again?!"
Now two hundred years old, she had clung to her swordsmanship—which showed no improvement after a hundred and fifty years—and her mother, one of the six elders, had spent over a century sighing in exasperation.
"Haa..."
Snap!
Whoooosh!!!
"Ah... M-Mother!!"
Her mother let out a sigh at Loren's pathetic sword skills, honed for over a hundred years with no progress, then flicked her finger. A fierce gust of wind whipped through the area, sending Loren's wooden sword flying far away.
"How did a child like you come from our clan, one of the deepest roots of the tribe..."
"But!!!"
"Haa... Even after all that practice, there's no improvement with the sword, is there? Don't you think a hundred and fifty years is enough, dear?"
Having grown up idolizing tales of heroes and legends of great warriors since childhood, Loren had disastrously little talent for swordsmanship.
Tears welled up in her eyes at her mother's criticism.
"I-It's... just a little more practice and it'll be fine!! Sniff... I hate you, Mother!!!"
"Hey!! Loren! LOREN!!"
Pat pat pat!!
"Haa..."
Her mother let out a long sigh as she watched her daughter run off, tears scattering behind her.
Crouched on a small hill on the outskirts of the palace—where the World Tree was visible but few others ventured—Loren sniffled and mumbled to herself.
"Haa... I want to learn swordsmanship too..."
She knew her mother disapproved of her pursuits.
But was it right to nag her like that when she was only two hundred, still full of dreams and things she wanted to do? As Loren sighed again, she heard footsteps approaching.
"Loren!!!"
"Huh? Juri!!!!!!"
"It's been so long!!!"
Heavy, thudding footsteps approached—like someone carrying a massive load—and when Loren turned, she saw a young elf shouldering a backpack several times her own size.
It was Loren's old childhood friend, Juri.
Juri came from a typical elf family, far more lenient than Loren's, and thirty years ago, she'd run off to the Labyrinth City she adored, leaving only a note about going independent. At last, her best friend had returned.
"Hehe! I just got back~"
"Really? Do you know how much I missed you after you just sent that letter?"
"Haa... Don't even ask. Seriously..."
Besides swordsmanship, Loren's one joy had been Juri's letters, which arrived mixed in with supplies whenever the Labyrinth City traded with the elf kingdom.
The heroes had vanished generations ago—even from her grandmother's time—but next to that, Loren had vicariously thrilled to explorer life in the Labyrinth City through Juri's letters.
"Oh yeah! Juri!! That... that thing!!"
"Huh? Haha, you were waiting for it more than me, huh, girl?"
As if struck by a sudden thought, Loren clung to Juri with desperate eyes. Juri laughed and opened her backpack, dumping out its contents.
Clatter clatter!!!
Items Loren had only ever received in letters or books piled up into mountains before her eyes. Staring in wonder, she spotted the book she'd been seeking.
"L-Limited edition... hardcover!!! Gasp!!"
"Heh... You're so weird. I've seen all sorts of bizarre stuff on the city walls myself, but you hold your own."
Juri shook her head as Loren dove into the books like a swimmer into water.
The title of the book Loren pounced on was Raping the Noble Elf Lady.
"Loren! Loren!! I've made up my mind!! I'm going to the Labyrinth City!!"
Three months after Juri's return, Juri scowled at Loren, who clutched the erotic book Juri had splurged on as a gift and spouted nonsense.
Rape fetish? Her precious childhood friend—who'd never even met a man, let alone had sex—had such extreme tastes that Juri still felt dizzy.
"After I get a blessing that makes me good at swordsmanship! And sex!! I want to get raped and become a loyal sex slave serving my master... But there are no tough-minded girls around here who could do it, right? So I'm going to the city to find a master!!!"
"Your main goal isn't swordsmanship, it's becoming a sex slave, you crazy bitch!!"
Thwack!!
Unable to hold back her frustration, Juri punched Loren on the head.
Loren's crown dented slightly for a moment before popping back, tears spinning in her eyes.
"Kyaa...! Wh-Why?! How are you so strong? The Labyrinth City is so far away..."
"Hey... I've seen all kinds of shit there for nearly thirty years and barely made it back. You want to go again?"
"But... you said you had lots of sex with explorers... That it felt amazing, right? I want to experience it all too... Why won't you help?"
"You crazy bitch!! Good is good, but I only explored for about twenty years. After that, I lived doing other work in the city. I hate the idea of going back, even if it kills me. And if your mom finds out, you're dead meat... No way."
"What's the big deal? You've still got centuries before inheriting her elder position, right? Come with me~"
"No, you go alone, crazy bitch."
"That's not fair, Juri!!! Waaah!!"
"Hey! Loren... Loren!!!"
And so, the naive elf Loren—with her rape fetish and no grasp of the world—ran away alone that very night.
But her entry into the city was fraught with hardship from the start.
"Pardon? Ex... exchange?"
"Yes, we'll exchange any gems or gold you have for currency usable in the city. We don't do much bartering here—most things run on money."
Her mother and Juri had given her unfading flower crowns, dried tea leaves that calmed the mind when brewed, and her prized possession number one: the hardcover book. Loren had packed only such trifles, so the concept of city currency was foreign to her.
"Uh... ba... bartering..."
"Hmm... That won't work. City prices are high, so no gems or gold bars, right?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Then try asking at the guild for help."
"Thank you..."
Thoroughly intimidated at the city gates, she entered and asked directions from passersby until she reached the guild.
"Elf... oh..."
"Just looking at her, she's super fuckable."
"Isn't that a high-class elf lady?"
"But that expression is hot too."
Twitch!
She overheard two male explorers whispering as she walked by.
Her superior elven hearing caught every word, and Loren's crotch twitched.
"Don't touch her. Elves hold grudges forever, remember that one?"
"Ah, Juri?"
"Yeah. And even if she looks that fuckable, thinking she's two or three hundred years old kinda kills it, right?"
"Still... isn't it great? No kids even if you do it with a human. Once you seduce her good, you can fuck that safe pussy every day."
Squish...!
Hearing the man who eyed her with lust say he wanted to fuck her made Loren's pussy instantly wet.
"Tch... a woman on my great-great-grandma's level? Kinda gross..."
Fume!
"Juri... what the hell did that girl do in the city for thirty years?!"
"Look at her getting pissed off alone. She's not right in the head, no matter how you slice it."
"Yeah. That Juri had some rumors too, and seeing this one... Elves must have some mental issues? Let's just go."
"Hiiing..."
And so Loren's impoverished life in the Labyrinth City dragged on for about a month.
"Um, Miss Receptionist... why can't I get matched with a party...?"
"Haha... Miss Loren. Well..."
"I'll gather herbs..."
Grrrumble!!!
After completing the guild's basic explorer training and linking to the mentoring program for party matching, Loren was repeatedly left out—every time she arrived at the matching table, pairs formed without her. She scraped by daily on herb gathering commissions.
Herb gathering was easy for her, but as an individual rather than a party, the quotas were smaller. Staying in a cheap inn with breakfast meant sleeping rough the next day.
A month into roughing it near the gathering zones, living off wild honey and sleeping in the forest.
"Hing... I've eaten too much honey from the hives near the forest edge. Time to impose on the deeper ones."
As her gathering area expanded and honey and herbs grew scarce at the entrance, Loren ventured deeper, heading toward the large tree where she camped.
"Alright! Gathering's done enough—time for today's training!"
When she'd finished guild training and received beginner gear from them, Loren had been overjoyed. She lovingly stroked the hilt of her first real sword—a standard-issue iron blade—then stripped off all her clothes and underwear to begin her sword practice.
Just a week ago, an explorer she'd gotten friendly with through frequent herb deliveries had sidled up and chatted with her.
"Hey, elf girl. You practicing swordsmanship or something?"
"Y-Yes?! W-Well, yeah!"
"Huh. An elf using a sword... super rare, so I had to ask. If you're lacking, want me to share some real top-tier secrets?"
"R-Really?!"
For Loren—who always shrank under the prickly stares due to what Juri must have done over thirty years in the city, keeping her eyes glued to the ground—this friendly approach promising swordsmanship tips was heaven!!
"Haa... but this is super valuable info, so not for free..."
"I-I'm short on money, but I'll pay whatever!!"
Having grasped money's importance in the harsh city life, Loren pulled a single silver from her grimy coin pouch and handed it over with trembling hands.
"Tha... don't drop the silver from your hand, okay?"
"S-Sorry!!"
"Ahem! Alright, listen up—I'm gonna tell you an amazing secret. Ear over here..."
"Eek! My... ears are sensitive. You can whisper, it's fine."
"Oh? Tch... fine..."
The secret the man shared was that training swordsmanship naked was incredibly effective.
"Naked?! Th-That's indecent!"
"Psh, what do you know, elf girl? Moving naked lets you visually check your muscle flow, right?"
"I-I guess...?"
"You figure out which muscles to use for training, see what moves in each stance—your skills shoot up naturally."
"Gasp!!"
To Loren, the man's words rang true—profoundly so.
"Thank you!!!"
"No prob. I'm out."
Loren bowed repeatedly until he vanished from sight, then began naked sword training in the forest.
And today marked a week of it.
Crunch-!
"KyaAAAAH!"
"Shut up."
Squirt!
"Hnnng... A-Aaaaah!!!!"
Spiiiishhh!!!!
Off guard, Loren's pussy was mercilessly invaded by a ruthless cock, while the sharp edge of her own beloved sword nicked her throat. She shamefully squirted in explosive orgasm.