Chapter 75
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Joining Test
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"Wh-what should I do...? Cain...?"
"Well, even if you ask me, it's your life, so who knows?"
"H-Hueeeeng!!"
Loren had seemed to calm down after crying for a while, but my indifferent response set off another wave of tears.
"You raped me...! You fucked me, so take responsibility!!!"
"Why should I?"
"B-Because...!!!"
Near her, now dressed, lay a thick illustrated book that caught my eye.
Is that the one about raping elves or something?
Thud-!
"Aaah!! My precious treasure...!"
Flipping through it, it turned out to be a picture book about raping a noble-blooded elf, then blackmailing and training her until she fell into a pet sex slave.
The female protagonist, a highborn elf, hates humans and reluctantly joins a human party to defeat the demon king and go on an adventure.
One night during camp, the porter follows her when she goes to relieve herself in the woods and secretly rapes her in the forest—that's the first sex scene.
Afterward, the porter threatens to spread rumors across the continent that she, who despises humans so much, had sex with one she loathed, and keeps secretly fucking and slowly conditioning the elf.
Getting fucked by me in the forest was probably the main trigger for her surrender.
Experiencing a situation almost identical to her favorite book's heroine might've made her fall in one shot?
Didn't even know content like this existed in Labyrinth City.
"G-Give it baaack!!!"
Thud-!
"Eek!!"
I twisted away from Loren's grasping hands to keep reading, but she shoulder-checked my solar plexus. It hurt more than expected, so I glared at her.
"Hiiik...! S-S-Sorry...!"
"What's your level and stats?"
"I only renewed my card once at the guild..."
"Anything besides swordsmanship that you train?"
"E-Every dawn, I wake up early for training."
"What kind of training?"
"Well..."
Hearing Loren's routine left me floored.
She wakes before dawn every day, breathes fresh air, and trains for three hours before starting her day—with an intensity several times what Claude does all day in the clearing behind our lodging. Brutal.
She said she's been building stamina for 150 years to become a swordmaster... Insane?
"Ugh... Wh-Why...?"
"Take off your clothes again."
"Hiiiik!! Again...?!"
Her face flushed red, ears twitching with a hint of anticipation, Loren stripped naked once more, covering her pussy and breasts with her hands, head bowed low.
"Head up."
"Y-Yes!!"
"Arms down."
"Hii..."
I positioned her properly and examined her body again.
Squeeze- Squeeeze-
"H-Hiiit! C-Cain...!"
"Hold still."
"Auuu... Like the body inspection on page 105..."
What the hell, you perv.
As I groped her, Loren mumbled nonsense, but love juices started dripping from her pussy again.
Smack!!!
"Kyaaaaak!!!"
"Stay still, damn it. Don't leak like a moron while I check."
"Y-Yes!! M-Master!!"
"What?"
"A-Aaah!! C-Cain...!"
Her thighs kept rubbing together, shaking distractingly, so I smacked her pussy hard with my palm. Now she finally settled down.
Taking my time to feel her body all over, I was dumbfounded.
Loren looked slender and delicate, but her muscle density was no joke.
Thinking back, during our first outdoor romp when I was super hyped and pounded her hard, she never screamed like she was dying.
And this is her base spec with stats at 1?
In my past life, I joked about real compressed muscles, but this is legit—150 years of training condensed into pure power?
"Hmm... Get dressed again."
"Yes..."
"Loren, right?"
"Yesss, Cain!!!"
"I've thought it over... How about a test first?"
"T-Te-Test...?"
"Yeah. Me and my party are explorers aiming for the 3rd stratum. We've been city dwellers for about two years."
"3rd... 3rd stratum?! Amazing!!!"
She might be naive about the world, but not totally clueless—living in the city, she knows the massive gap between her and explorers targeting the 3rd stratum. Her eyes sparkled at me, almost overwhelming.
"Our party's three strong including me. To dive deeper past the 3rd, we've been thinking of recruiting. Wanna test?"
"R-Really? For real...? Hic..."
"Don't get too excited. It's not automatic—you pass the test, then you're in."
"Hueeeeng!!!"
Whoosh-!
Loren's tight hug felt stifling, but considering my stats, I could handle it for a while.
"Test first, then."
"Yes!!"
Her presence detection and dynamic vision were solid too.
"Punch it full force."
"Yah!"
Boom!!!!
Crack-!
A tree about as wide as two grown men's arms stretched out had her fist sink elbow-deep in one hit.
But she still looks more suited for tank than frontliner.
Why does she turn into that with a sword, though?
"Any spirit arts or magic?"
"Hehe, nope!"
"For real? Elves do spirit arts by default, right?"
"Wellll..."
Elves naturally sense spirit energy around age 20 and are treated as adults then.
Parents or relatives teach them spirit arts after.
"Quit at 50!"
"For swordsmanship?"
"Yes! For swordsmanship!"
Isn't she too cheerful about it? An elf who can't use spirit arts?
"You can still feel them, though?"
"Mmm... Yeah, just which type of spirit."
"Magic's out too, huh..."
"Hehe, Grandma was good at it."
"You?"
"Eh?"
"Can't you?"
"Mmm..."
"Forget it. Moving on."
Next, durability test.
"Mind if I hit you?"
"Huh? With a... wh-whip...? Slurp!"
"It's a test, bitch."
Bam!
"Kyak!"
She felt like Mion with her otaku delusions running wild, but darker and more extreme, so I smacked her head in annoyance. Didn't fall—passed durability.
"Hmm..."
"Uh... C-Cain? Not hitting more?"
"Oh, test's over."
"Th-Then...?"
"Tank position: pass. We already have a sword user, so that's your spot if you join."
"P-Pass?! Really? For real?! "
"You listening? Might just be shield."
"Eh? R-Really...?"
Mentioning no sword made her ears droop with her mood.
"What's your blessing?"
"Umm, here's my card. Not sure what blessing means."
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Perfect tank blessing and special stat.
"Hmm... Fits tank perfectly..."
"Th-Then sword...?"
"Your sword skills won't cut it unless you die and revive with a new blessing."
"Hic...!"
"But."
"Sniff...?!"
I quickly added as her face welled up again.
"If you get a blessing later and improve, we can switch to sword flexibly."
"Really?"
"Even without, join the party and I'll check your swordplay ongoing. Worst case, send you to a training hall—cheap at level 1."
"Gasp! T-Training hall too?!"
"Agree to join as tank?"
"Yes! Absolutely!!"
I'd planned to look after Loren somewhat in the city since I took her virginity, but recruiting her wasn't initial intent.
That body and tank talent? Can't pass it up.
"Oh, I say pass, but the other two must agree too. Got it?"
"Yes! Of course... Just you accepting is thrilling!! Your comrades will surely agree!!"
Well... Claude's a yes instantly. Sia... hmm, she's been jealous lately since not fully conquered, but should be fine.
"Back to town, grab skewers, hit guild. I'll book you a room."
"Y-Yes...? Why...?"
"Gotta wash up first. You're grimy."
"Ah...!"
Pointing out her state, she turned away, whistling innocently.
"And sex with me stays secret from the others."
"Huh? Why...?"
This perv elf obsessed enough with that book to come to Labyrinth City seeking a rapist like its elf victim—bet she loves the slow conditioning too. I whispered in her ear.
"If you pass and join... Secretly, like in your book, roleplay getting blackmailed and conditioned by me without the party knowing... Sound fun?"
"Ah... Haaaah!!!"
Drip-
She pondered my words, then suddenly nosebleed gushed.
I pulled her close, shoved fingers into her pussy after hiking pants and panties, reciting the porter's line from that book I'd skimmed.
"Just fingers in, and you're gushing cunt juice, milady. Noble blood defiled by lowly human hands... Hilarious."
"A-Aaaaah!!!"
Splurt!! Spuuurt!!
Sploosh!!
Standing, her back arched, pussy squirting, double nosebleed exploding.
"H-Haha... I'll do it!!"
"Good. To the plaza."
"Y-Yes... Heut!!"
"Hic!... Chomp chomp chomp... Hic!!"
"Oi, cry or eat—one at a time."
"Huu... I did... Sob... Too tasty!!"
After cleanup from nosebleed and squirt, I brought her to the plaza and gave her two special skewers.
Now, tears and snot streaming in感動, munching two chicken skewers at once—cute and hilarious.
"Slow down. Guild after eating."
"Sniff... Nom nom... Just this..."
"Boss, five skewers to go."
"Yep!"
The vendor packed five specials and handed them over.
"One silver total."
"Here."
"Gasp! F-Five...!"
"Dinner at the room I booked. Tomorrow, our lodging. Got it?"
"Th-Thank you!!! Cain!!"
With five skewers and room paid, she nearly stripped naked in the plaza for a dogeza—I barely stopped her.