Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Women's Bath
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Stepping inside revealed a spacious hall bathed in the warm glow of lamps scattered here and there.
Hairy-chested uncle NPCs sat at tables, knocking back drinks.
The place doubled as an inn and tavern, with a generous hall and a bar counter where you could just order booze.
'Mostly dudes.'
A quick scan showed a few pretty female adventurer NPCs mixed in, but they were few and far between.
'Half and half would've been nice.'
If adventuring was too rough for women, explaining the low numbers, fine—but after skimping on plot consistency everywhere else, don't get realistic here.
"Heard the talk? Word is a massive mutant showed up deep in the slime zone..."
"That rumor about the witch in the western forest—is it for real?"
"Monsters popping up more lately, got the knights in a bind. Subjugation quests all over the board."
The adventurers' chatter felt contrived but packed some intriguing hooks.
The massive mutant had to be the boss in the slime forest.
A witch in the western forest... They wouldn't phrase it like that if there was no NPC there. Gotta be a looker, right?
Subjugation quests would pop up as levels and adventurer ranks climbed.
'Alright. Treat it like I bought a single-player game. Push the story to the end, something's gotta give.'
Something's gotta give.
Vague hope, but it was all he had.
Ending probably involved slaying the demon lord or something...
'Demon lord in a game like this? Gotta be a girl. And hot.'
Lost in baseless fantasies, a fresh-cooked aroma suddenly pierced his nose.
The server NPC carried out a whole roast chicken, golden-brown and steaming hot.
'Damn, that looks fire.'
His mouth watered on reflex. Never seen Rubean villagers eat much, but here they chowed down.
Yoon Young's eyes locked on the fresh bird. The server shuttled it table to table.
Watching intently, something felt off.
The guys at the tables just pounded drinks, ignoring the food entirely.
Waiting to see if they'd dig in, but nope—zero bites.
A chill of unease hit him.
'No way...'
Gut screaming, he scanned around. Spot on.
Not a single table shows signs of anyone eating.
Couldn't be...
'So the food just vanishes after a while?'
What a waste!
Whether it actually consumed resources was debatable, but as a Korean, no way he'd stand for it.
'If it's gone by morning, I'll polish it off myself.'
Decision made, Yoon Young shot up and snatched a drumstick.
The juicy leg slipped right out of his hand the moment he tore it free.
Poof—the chicken restored itself good as new.
"Uh..."
Message clear: no freeloading, order your own...
'Made bank today. Worked hard, deserve a bird.'
He flagged down the bustling server NPC.
[Talk to]
"Yes, welcome to Deep Valley Inn!"
The server was plain but cute enough.
Sometimes, on days you're not chasing bombshells, a simple girl hits different.
[Order]
New keyword. Probably only triggers in inns or eateries.
"What dish can I get for you?"
Whoosh.
A menu of orderable dishes popped up before his eyes.
Bread, soup, assorted sandwiches, roast pork, whole roast chicken, meatball spaghetti...
Dot-graphic images came with descriptions—mouthwatering stuff everywhere.
'Ooh, meatball spaghetti. Bet that slaps.'
But pricey.
Two tasty dishes would wipe out today's earnings.
'Food's definitely a luxury... List alone screams indulgence.'
Yoon Young kneaded the server's ample chest while pondering.
Just chicken? Just spaghetti?
Squish squish.
'Tough call.'
Final verdict: flex.
Order both.
Money's renewable; first day in the city, craving that greasy goodness.
Ria's mushroom hotpot wasn't bad, but healthy fare.
Dripping oil, cholesterol bombs! Coat his guts in artery-clogging bliss.
"Order up! Won't be long."
The cute plain pair bounced away.
Palms missed the soft warmth instantly.
Not even horny—just groping tits soothed the soul.
'Huh, been mindless groping every NPC I meet.'
If he returned to reality, better shape up.
Might absentmindedly cop a feel...
These woke times? This world let him grope freely, no issue.
Real life? Cuffs waiting.
'If I even can go back.'
Yoon Young sat with Amael, chatting nonsense while waiting.
[Present]
"A slime core. Proof you beat slimes."
[Gift]
"Giving it to me? Yay...! Submitting this to the church proves I hunted slimes!"
[Amael's favorability has slightly increased.]
"Handy, glad for it."
He replied anyway, knowing she couldn't understand.
Just slime cores got her this happy.
Trash loot anyway—daily gift fodder.
"Food's here!"
"Oh."
Quicker than expected. Pre-made and reheated? System made even that dubious.
Whatever—eat up, fill the tank.
The grub glistened with oil, steam rising high. Prime eats.
Thump thump!
Heart racing over chow? Wild.
Fork from the spaghetti, stab the chicken, flake off a hunk, pop in mouth.
"Hah, hot... huff huff."
Burning tongue relayed flavor just fine.
Umami meat bomb! Perfect salty kick!
Chicken juices tangled with fat, ravaging his mouth.
Tender—no chews needed, straight down. Esophagus slicked with bird grease, mood skyrocketed.
"Fuck yeah, this is sex!"
No exaggeration. First "luxury" meal here—assault on his taste buds was brutal.
Inhaled from there. Drumsticks torn hot or not, spaghetti slurped like soup.
Tasted different from store-bought back home, still slayed. Devoured fast, plate cleared.
[Meal finished.]
[A warm energy swirls in your belly.]
[Ate Special Roast Chicken, Meatball Spaghetti.]
[Vitality recovers slowly over 30 minutes.]
[Stamina stat +1 level for 30 minutes]
[Stamina regen speed +2 levels for 30 minutes]
"Nice."
Buffs on the grub.
Vaguely better than Ria's hotpot.
'Ah, belly's toasty, energy surging...'
Bath, crash, sex with Amael—bliss.
Glanced over. Amael stared blankly.
"Ah..."
Forgot her. Leftover chicken—want some?
Scraped scraps to her lips.
She just stared, no bite.
"Hmm..."
Grabbed her jaw, pried mouth, shoved chicken in.
No chewing. Still staring.
He massaged jaw and cheeks to chew mechanically.
Tilted for swallow. Glurk! Felt it go down—mouth empty.
"Does it if I do everything?"
Made sense. Swallows cum if shot in.
'Soulless, but no need to babysit NPCs...'
They thrived sans food anyway.
Didn't touch their orders either.
'Time to head up.'
Yoon Young stood. Tavern-inn, but rooms upstairs for sure.
Could crash anywhere.
But RPG world—inn sleep had perks.
Test that; pay for a room tonight.
"Adventurer, staying the night?"
Innkeeper: jacked-arms uncle.
Hoped for sexy madam...
[Yes]
"Two options. First: sleep only. Second: open-air bath included. Which?"
Open-air bath?!
Yoon Young's eyes bugged.
'Open-air bath. Fuck yeah, wanna go.'
With Amael, slippery soak fun...
Gonna slap.
'Pricey!'
Bath option 2.5x sleep-only.
Would drain his wallet dry.
'City life's luxe...'
Daily feasts and stays? No gear funds.
Scary!
'Eh, first night. Full content dive.'
Paid up.
"Got it. Bath's out back."
Stung the wallet, but hot soak incoming—hyped.
Arm around Amael's waist, to the bath.
'Portal.'
Building rear: one portal waiting.
Step in—two entrances screaming "onsen."
'Gender split...?'
Medieval style?
Whatever—irrelevant.
Fantasy world, not real medieval.
Wooden design vaguely Japanese onsen-ish, ignore.
"Heh."
Brain off, consistency tossed—degenerate thoughts flooded.
Why men's? Women's all day!
Female adventurers bathing there. Had to be. For the harassment!
Yoon Young strode to the women's bath, chest puffed with anticipation.