Chapter 78
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Membership Test (4)
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"Alright, everyone's got their glasses?"
"Cain! I don't want any booze!"
"Just one sip. It's beer, so it'll be fine."
"Hiiing...."
We gathered again in the evening and handed three silvers to Uncle Frank, asking him to bring out some food and drinks for our little celebration.
Roren, who'd been moping around, lit up as the tasty dishes started coming out one by one. Drool was practically dripping from her mouth now, and everyone had a mug full of beer in hand.
Sia was on my right, Roren next to her, and Claude wedged between me and Roren around the round table.
"Claude, the leader's gotta say a few words."
"Ahem. Welcoming our newest comrade, Roren—to a toast!!"
"""Cheers!!"""
Glass mugs were fancy stuff for champagne or pricey liquor. The beer mugs at a place like this inn were all wood.
A rough, woody clunk rang out as we slammed them together, and Claude and I chugged down about half in one go.
"Kuh...! That's the stuff!!! Come on, Roren, dig in."
"Ah.... Comrades... Booze... Ahh..."
Claude flashed what he thought was a charming smile and urged Roren to drink, but she seemed totally zoned out, like she hadn't heard a word.
Maybe it wasn't just the rape fetish—maybe picture books and hanging out like this with comrades was her fantasy too. She stared dreamily at her beer mug.
"Sia, you don't have to finish it, okay?"
"Yeah..... Gulp... Blech..!"
Totally tense-faced, Sia took a tiny sip of beer, grimaced, pretended to gag, and stuck out her tongue.
"Pfft! Look at that face. Let's eat up quick."
"Aye-aye!! Nom!!!"
I speared some stir-fried meat with my fork and held it out to her. She scarfed it right down.
Sia's tolerance was obviously gonna be low since it was her first time drinking... Roren was a wild card on booze. Plan was: get Sia tipsy, tuck her in bed, sneak Claude off to the red-light district, then have fun with Roren.
That was the idea when we kicked off the party.
"Uncleee, one more beer pleeease!!!"
"Ugh...! No... no more, I'm tapped out...!"
Thud!!!
Roren had been depressed over her swordsmanship with no quick fix in sight, but she went absolutely ham on the drinking from the jump. Sia held out longer than expected, and Roren crashed first.
"Hey, Cain, I..."
"Sia's still watching you."
"Hmph..."
Ever since the drinks started flowing, Claude had been staring at Roren like she cast a spell on him. Sia kept glaring daggers with cold eyes.
That shut down any schemes to carry the passed-out Roren to a room. Instead, I hoisted her over my shoulder and headed up to the third floor.
Second floor was packed with long-term guests like us, so third it was. Worked out fine, actually—no chance of running into Sia after banging Roren.
"Siaaaa's amaaazing.... Kuhng...! Raaaaape...."
"Consistent as ever."
"Maaaster Caaaain... Heave!"
Roren's favorite smut books turned out to be just one fancy hardcover. Turns out she was a total degenerate for labyrinth-city doujins.
Heavy on the lewd stuff.
Feeling the faint warmth of her tits against me, I dumped her onto the bed in her room.
Thud-
"Urk!"
"If you're still wasted after the party's over, just crash for the night."
"...... Kerurk!!"
She smacked her head on the headboard from my rough toss but just hacked a bit and passed out hard. Leaving her like that, I headed back downstairs and bumped into Uncle Frank.
Man, he always looked scary as hell. Those brutal muscles looked like they could bench 1,000 reps easy, flexing a welcome at me.
"How's the new elf comrade?"
"Oh, she got totally smashed, so I just tucked her in."
"Yeah? Keep Sia from drinking too much."
"Huh?"
He nodded right at Sia and pointed to our table.
"Claude, you idiot!!!"
Smack!
"Huh? What, Sia? What'd I even do?"
"Dumbass! Mutt!! Bleeeh!! Gulp... Gulrk... Pffft!!"
Smack!
"Sia, maybe ease up on the beer..."
"No waaay! Ah!!! Caaaain!!!"
Smack!
There was Sia, slapping Claude's cheeks nonstop.
Her heavy tits were plopped right on the table. One arm propped on it, chin in hand, she looked downright erotic as she smacked him.
Claude just took it with a grin—probably all the sins he'd racked up against her. I snickered at him and slid into the seat next to Sia.
"What's up, Sia? Why you hitting Claude?"
"Can't I hit him? You smack Claude all the time toooo, hehe."
"Nah, it's fine. Go nuts."
"Yup!"
Smack!!
Not a hard swing, but a solid slap echoed out. I fed her some snacks and praised her while she went at it.
"Sia's got a bit of a mean drunk streak."
"Nah, this type blacks out and remembers zilch tomorrow."
"That so?"
As we chatted while watching Sia's drunken antics, she whipped around, grabbed my cheeks, and yanked my face toward her chest.
Squeeze-!
Squish!!!
"You two always whispering about stuff! Me toooo!!!"
"Huh? Oh, just saying how pretty you are. Right, Claude?"
"Y... yeah!!! Sia's super pretty."
"Hmph! Liar!!! Claude, you always come back from talking to girls..."
Smack!!
"I'll handle her, so back off when you get the chance."
"Thanks."
About 30 minutes of Claude eating slaps later, Sia was drunk enough she could barely sit up. I cleared a path for him to hit the red-light district.
"Uung... Sleepy..."
"Wanna head to bed?"
"Yeah... Caaaain...... ...Gimme."
"Huh?"
I leaned in closer to her mumbling, and she whispered in my ear.
"Kiss meee..."
"I'll do it in the room."
"Heehee!"
Finally, she stopped slapping his cheeks and latched onto me instead. Claude laughed weakly, his cheeks all puffy and red.
"Whew, Sia's got some sting to her hands."
"It's not sting—anyone's cheeks would bruise after an hour of that."
"Phew... Guess I'll head out."
"Tell 'em to wake you early this time. Or else she might puke in the night. Want me to crash with her and come down late tomorrow?"
"Ooh... Yeah, that works better."
"Go."
"Righto."
Claude double-checked Sia was out cold, then headed out. I piggybacked her up to the second floor and waved to Uncle Frank.
"Uncle, great food."
"Sure thing. Hope Sia's hangover ain't bad."
"First time drinking, so probably."
"I'll prep some honey water for tomorrow."
"Thanks."
Frank looked tough but was a softie. As I climbed the stairs, Sia stirred a bit from the booze and started sucking on my neck.
"Hng... Caaaain... Smooch!!"
"Room time, Sia."
"Nooo! Hehe."
She'd just vented on Claude, but no real nastiness, so I let it slide.
Flop-!
"Hehe, Caaaain... Kiss..."
"C'mere."
"Uung! Chuup!! Chup!! Bweh-"
I laid her on the bed, and she demanded kisses right away. I obliged, and she passed out satisfied.
"Snooore...."
"Night."
The party started early evening and wrapped quick, so it wasn't even midnight yet.
With the Sia drunk show and Claude slap-fest eating up time, Roren had probably sobered up and was ready.
Click-!
Knock knock!
"Wh... who is it!"
"It's me, miss."
"R... right, hold on, human."
Sure enough, booze worn off and waiting for me. She locked into roleplay mode right away—voice all composed. I stifled a laugh waiting for her to open up.
Creeak-!
"Ahem... What brings you at this late hour."
Putting on fancy airs, but her whole getup was just that green dress she'd been defiled in under the tree when I "raped" her.
Still, her emotionless or haughty expressions suited her looks pretty well—made it convincing.
"Well, you see..."
Bam!!!
Rough sex, rape play, hard pounding—Roren dug that stuff, sure. But her reactions screamed damsel-in-distress, so roleplay like this fit her kink better. I played along.
I shoved her shoulder hard, barged in, slammed the door, and stared her down.
Startled at first by my vibe, Roren's eyes gradually filled with excitement as she looked at me and spoke.
"H... how rude..."
Grip!!!
"Heeng...."
Just lightly grabbing her throat, and she melted into that dumb, blissful face.
"Hey, roleplay over in one line?"
"S... sorry... Too good... Hngut!!!"
Squish squish!!!
"No spare clothes? Strip quick."
"Y... yes!!!"
Figured she'd be moping over her sword skills, but nope—she was thrilled, stripping fast. What an easy life.
Butt-naked in seconds, she climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wide with eager eyes fixed on me. Her long elf ears twitched like crazy.