Chapter 9

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 9

Chapter Title: Johnson's General Store (5)

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Sia was rolling around on the bed chatting with me, and I answered her while reading the books I'd gathered.

We spent time like that until evening. After sending Sia back to her room, I finished the books, but learning this was a completely unfamiliar world unlike any webnovel or game I'd known before left me feeling down.

"The original story was already fucked up just by my existence, and every time someone said 'I'll leave the plot alone and live quietly,' it pissed me off to no end. But now I'm dropped into a world where I know jack shit!"

Fucking hidden pieces or whatever—I'm confident I could hoard them all, clear everything, and fuck it all up. What a waste.

At least I have a status window.

"Status window."

"Kya! That's more like it... Huh?"

Why did Technique go up? It was around 10.8 before...

"What did I do?"

After leveling up, all I did was sneak two items from Camella without her noticing... grope Camella a bit... and give Sia a thigh job... Wait.

Special stats barely increase or are hard to raise. In two years, it only went up by 0.8, but groping two women bumped it by 0.5? And I didn't even fuck them?

"Fuck, that's insane."

I'd thought Technique was tied to handiwork or dexterity, but apparently not.

This is basically shoving me to fuck women left and right.

"I was gonna take it easy, but starting tomorrow, I gotta go all in."

If you can't avoid it, enjoy it. I'd already gone wild after my broken engagement in my past life, so I roughly set the books aside, organized them, and hit the sack early.

"Cain..."

"Yeah, Sia? What's up?"

"Um... me... down there..."

The next morning, after I'd said I'd check her condition but didn't tell her anything, Sia looked at me with tense eyes.

"Don't worry too much. I've got a rough idea how to handle it."

"Really?"

"So rest in your room today too, got it?"

"Yeah!"

Tap-

"Here's 1 silver for snacks, okay?"

"Eh... Isn't that too much?"

I managed Sia's money for her, and even when I gave her pocket money from her savings, 50 bronze was the max.

Sia's eyes went wide at the shiny silver coin.

"You're not feeling well, so eat something tasty and rest up."

"Thanks, Cain!!"

It wasn't my money, but Sia beamed like a kid holding the 1 silver coin.

"Let's eat breakfast quick."

"Mm!"

I watched her happily scarf down breakfast, finally looking relieved.

Should I shave you tonight, Sia?

First, I gotta focus hard on Camella.

Jingle-

"Welcome... Oh! Cain?"

Pat pat!!

I arrived at the shop a bit early, and Camella rushed over with a flushed face.

"You'll trip. Camella, did you miss ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me that much?"

"Eek!"

I grinned slyly, and her cheeks turned red.

"The labyrinth district's quiet with everyone flocking there for rank reassignment. Even the shopping street's dead."

"On days like this, one customer means it's busy... Sigh..."

I met her sighing eyes and smiled.

"Perfect then. Sorting the storeroom with you means we'll be inside for a while."

"...Ah!"

She got it, pulling her hips back slightly, leaning forward, rubbing her thighs together.

Today's outfit: loose t-shirt and a roomy, semi-sheer chiffon long skirt.

Not slutty, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stretchy and easy for my hands to slip into. Two bumps poked near her chest—she was all in.

"Sh-Shall we close up and sort?"

"Eh... Sure?"

"Don't want customers gossiping if they come in and you're gone."

"Ah..."

I approached, stroking her cheek softly, her eyes glazing over.

Fuck, this is alpha male shit. Too harsh to tease her with this face and dick.

"W-Wait a sec!"

Clatter!!

She dashed to the counter, scribbled on paper, posted it outside, and returned.

Click-!

Locked the door, flipped the "Closed" sign, and came back.

"Cl-Closed till afternoon."

"Good girl."

"Hee..."

"Afternoon? Might take longer."

She flinched at my serious face, clinging wide-eyed.

"Pr-Problem?"

"No... Not afternoon."

Squeeze!!!

"Eek!!"

"Might go till midnight. What do you think?"

"...Ah!"

I grabbed one ass cheek clinging to my arm; she let out a sweet moan.

"F-Fine... N-No one's here till... tomorrow!"

"Storeroom then?"

"Y-Yes...!"

Groping and hugging her openly, no real resistance. Makes sense.

Affection, fuck count, surrender level—unclear yet, but when she locked up, Hitomi blessing showed this, so I went for it.

"L-Let's go in, Cain."

"Sure."

Creeak-

She opened the storeroom door for me.

Somehow cleaned spotless overnight. No musty smell even. Hard to believe in one day.

A fist-sized glowstone on one wall made it slightly less dark than two days ago.

Deep inside the aisle, a mattress on the floor.

'Gotta fuck her, huh.'

I'm not strict on virgin/non-virgin, but wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to lose it to one. Hard to pass on this eager milf.

Flip the virgin complex—I'm a late bloomer too, so no big deal?

First ejaculation was thigh job with Sia, counts as valid?

Past life, fucked plenty married women. Board was set; time to feast.

Creeeak- Thud!!!

Flinch!

"C-Cain?"

"S-Scared? Glowstone's on, so I shut the door. Sorting'll be noisy; don't want sounds leaking out."

"Y-Yeah... Right... Gulp!"

Not a lantern; just faintly glowing stone. Doesn't light up the dark storeroom like daylight.

Just outlines and shapes visible.

Shut door, hugged her from behind.

Squish!

"Hnn..."

"How's the body?"

"Fine."

"Good. Can't collapse today."

Swish... Swish.

Stiff pants fabric rustled against her flowy skirt.

Aimed my hard dick at her ass crack, grabbed waist, pulled tight to my crotch.

"Dark, might trip. Go slow?"

"Y-Yes... Eek!"

Shuffling awkwardly deep into storeroom.

She bent forward at my dick's touch, grabbed shelves for balance. I fondled her cute belly fat, stayed glued, waddling to mattress end.

"What first?"

"Th-That..."

Cleaning bit got us here, but her head was full of dick; no good reply.

Her heated body trembled, hesitating for words.

"Mattress first? There's one on the floor."

"Y-Yes! Fl-Floor!!"

Forgot about it grinding ass on dick? Perked up at my words.

"Lemme see..."

Thud!

Narrow aisle custom mattress, narrower than single bed. Pushed her down first, climbed on.

"Haa..."

Ex was virgin or well-trained? My past dick slightly above average, but she wasn't satisfied, so I honed plays, positions, hand skills to compensate.

After breakup, married women. Older or housewives love metaphors.

Sometimes rough in heat, they'd consent then play victim despite affair.

To preempt bullshit, metaphors till last second lower resistance, heighten fun, easier play.

Like now.

Straddled her thick thighs, slipped hand under t-shirt, gripped breast hard.

Squuuish!

"Hnngh!"

"Ooh, soft mattress?"

"Th-Thanks!"

"Huh? Dust?"

Squish!

"Aaaahn!!"

Quit explorer before Lv2, but I was one. No worry hurting her; twisted nipple roughly, whispered.

"Okay, Camella?"

"F-Fine... K-Keep going..."

"Yeah? Then."

Groped breasts, flicked nipples; soon warm wetness seeped from her crotch, soaking my pants.

"Camella, remove cover before deep clean?"

"Y-Yes...? Yes!"

Darkness hid us; stripped her t-shirt/skirt, left panties. Stripped mine, stacked on shelf.

Spread her legs, sat between; she wriggled hips, begging dick.

I leisurely fondled breasts, teasing desperately.

"Hnn..."

"10-year mattress? Super fluffy."

"...Nn! B-Because... unused... long time..."

Squeeze!

"Haaaang!!"

Nice; she played along, time to dig info.

"Yeah? Looks expensive high-end..."

"Hee... Thanks... But he bought it, left in storeroom 8 years..."

Grinned at pricey/high-end metaphor. Mentioned husband naturally.

Forcing comparisons is amateur; reality bites back.

Her bringing him up? Guilt fading—good sign.

Some flip at family thoughts; teased slow. Glad she's into roleplay.

8 years? Seen Dongtan milf legends; she's hotter, body superior, ignored 8 years?

"Poor thing. Needs new owner soon."

"Y-...Haa... Yes... Um..."

Not hard grip like start, missionary pose sans panty removal, just breasts—she was desperate, lips quivering.

"Yes? Camella?"

"Ch-Check here!"

Grabbed my hand to pussy.

Sliiiide!!!

"Hnn!!"

"Oops, mattress wet?"

"S-So... Cain check..."

Panties soaked, mattress damp.

"Trouble. Another cover here."

Slooow- Splosh!

Twitch!

Slowly peeled panties, tossed; sticky sound.

Shocked at her soaked panties, she trembled.

Slap slap!!!

"Eek!!"

Placed hard dick on clit mound; eager moan echoed.

"Check every corner if mattress soaked inside, Camella?"

"Y-Yes... Qu-Quick..."

Sliiiide!

Faint blood scent, period not fully over? Pussy lips twitched.

Blood mid-fuck—still count as virgin?