60. Applying for Revenge Against the Class Instructor

After mulling it over for a while, I made my call: put it off for now. Honestly, there was no need to spend skill points this very second. It wasn't like anything was urgent. I'd get some hunting done first, then invest in whatever proved useful. Equipment came first.

Hmm. Did the streets change a little? They look about the same, but the details seem off somehow. After the recovery patch, the village ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠roads had a subtly different feel to them, though not enough that I'd actually get lost. Yoonyoung headed for the shopping district and stopped by the blacksmith first.

"If you're not buying, don't touch."

The old dwarf delivered his line with total indifference, utterly unaware that the world had been turned on its head mere moments ago.

"What can I do for you?"

The moment I held out the Equipment Exchange Voucher with the Present command, the gruff blacksmith NPC flinched, visibly startled.

"Well, I'll be... Now that's a surprise. Never thought I'd see the imperial crest in here. I see, I see. I'll fetch you gear that suits an adventurer like you perfectly."

The blacksmith disappeared into the back for a moment before returning. While I waited, my mind wandered. The Imperial Palace, huh... If the NPCs kept mentioning it, a map like that had to exist. What kind of NPCs would be waiting there? An imperial princess, noble daughters of aristocrats... Plenty of beautiful NPCs with all sorts of tragic backstories...!

God, I want to go see it already. In a world like this, you had to live on little expectations like that.

"Here you are. I hope they're to your liking."

I'd been about to wonder why he'd come back empty-handed, when my inventory window slid smoothly open.

Oh ho. So they hand it over as a selection ticket? When ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I used it, I was given a choice of armor material—heavy plate, cloth, leather, and more. Yoonyoung liked his movements reasonably light, so he went with the leather set. The weapon options were just as varied—daggers, one-handed swords, greatswords—but he picked the longsword, the blade his hands already knew best.

The other pieces read more or less the same. Chest and legs carried the highest defense, the gloves added a touch of attack power, the hat gave HP, and the shoes boosted movement speed—that sort of arrangement. But what stood out most was the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠set bonus: equip the hat, chest, legs, gloves, shoes, and weapon all together, and you got All Skill Levels +1. A genuinely useful effect. I checked my skill window just in case, but it seemed not to apply to skills I hadn't learned at all.

I equipped the whole set on the spot, then opened my status window, curious how my specs had changed.

Oh. Holy shit, I got strong. And this was without spending a single stat point—they were all still sitting there untouched. Of course, I had no way of knowing yet how these numbers would hold up in actual combat. For now, watching the figures climb was satisfaction enough. Once I finished my class change and headed out to hunt, I'd feel for myself just how much stronger I'd become.

Next, Yoonyoung made for the alchemy workshop. The moment he opened the door and stepped inside, a cute girl with light-green hair greeted him in the most adorable of voices.

"Hello! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Welcome to Eri's Alchemy Workshop!"

Hm. The recovery patch had changed her lines a little too.

"Take your time looking around~"

A strange sense of wrongness crept over me. It felt like the details here and there had all shifted. Had a perfect restoration simply been impossible? It was one of those moments that made me wonder, all over again, what this world was actually built on.

Well, a little variety never hurt. I do hope the dialogue keeps changing often. You could call it a fresh flavor of its own. That said, the little alchemist seemed to have gotten even cuter, somehow.

I walked right up to her and flipped her skirt up with a flick. Adorable panties, their blue stripes crisp and vivid.

Kyaah. Striped panties. A woman of real learning, as befits an alchemist. I loved how the design was different every single time it peeked out.

Next, I stuck my head straight under the skirt, buried my nose between her legs, and savored the scent.

"Snnff... haaah."

Mm. Nice and dry. Meticulously maintained. All that reached me was the warm scent of a girl's skin and something clean and fresh, like sun-dried laundry. The Cleanliness Recovery Mod truly was legendary. Without it, Yoonyoung might well have died of infection long ago.

"So cute."

Since I was here anyway, I'd thought about starting with a gift—then remembered I had no junk items on me to give. Business first, then. Quickly.

"How can I help you? Potions, magic tools—we have it all!"

When Yoonyoung handed over the imperial enhancement scroll exchange voucher, Eri flinched in surprise just like the blacksmith had.

"Ah! This is the imperial... p-please wait just one moment!!"

Once Eri had hurried off to the back room and returned, a new selection window floated up.

Browsing down the list, I found all manner of scrolls on offer. Ones with a low success rate but a massive boost to performance. Ones with a middling success rate and a middling boost. Ones with a high success rate and a massive boost—if they failed, though, the item blew up. And ones that could never fail, but gave the smallest gain of all.

The exploding ones are a little scary... Thinking exactly that, Yoonyoung nonetheless ended up selecting a nice, even five of every type of longsword upgrade scroll. They'd all find a use somewhere, surely.

Now for the final destination: the Class Change Center. The instant I pushed open its door, a fresh, thick wave of booze hit me in the face.

The knight class instructor NPC, Claire—no, wait, was it warrior class instructor now?—was giggling hee-hee-hee, her face flushed scarlet with drink. Either way, she was hard at work sucking down liquor today, same as ever.

Miss, you always look so happy. It's a joy to watch. Of course, the same went for those wide, luscious hips and those enormous tits of hers.

"Eheheh... moooore booze, pleaseee~"

Far from giving her another drink, Yoonyoung snatched the bottle right out of her hand and set it up on the table. Then he got her up on her feet, took the chair for himself, and settled her back down onto his lap. In position terms: the face-to-face seat. A posture of pressing close together while looking into each other's eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in tight, and buried his face in the nape of her neck. Her springy, plump breasts squished hard against his chest, mashed flat.

Snnnnfff. Smells like booze. The way plenty of people say a man's drool is filthy but a pretty girl's drool is a prize—if this had been the booze-soaked reek of some middle-aged man, it would've been revolting, but because it was a pretty girl, his brain simply reframed it as something good.

"Whaaat is iiiit? You need somethin' fwoo me?"

Claire, who'd been gazing blankly off at nothing, whipped her head around and met Yoonyoung's eyes. By his definition, a true beauty was someone who held up even at zero distance without a single flaw to pick at. Hmm. A face flushed rosy with tipsy heat, the gently upturned corners of her eyes, lips that gleamed with a languid allure. Not a single fault to be found. Did they build named NPCs by selecting only beauties that radiated this kind of special aura? Yeah, I know how that sounds. Anyway, staring at her like this, I got turned on.

I came here to run errands, not to nail her.

Anyone watching might have raised the objection: no, if you didn't come here to do lewd things, why are you naturally carrying on like this the second you walk in? And if there were an answer to that, it would be extremely simple. Because I want to. That's all. Because it feels good to lay a grown woman—one built like her—across your thigh like a baby being cooed at, and to drink in that obscene body from inches away.

Same story with burying my nose in Eri's crotch. I looked at it, and I wanted to shove my face in it. That's it. Like a beast with nothing left but instinct...!

In modern society, living out your desires like this would be a crime. Here, it was different.

Sitting in the chair, Yoonyoung clumsily shrugged out of his own clothes, then set about undressing Claire too. The moment he seized the white cloth covering those breasts and dragged it roughly down—

BOI-OI-OING!

Two plump, massive mounds of flesh, as though liberated from a long and deep seal, bounced against each other and swayed in wild celebration.

"Haa... shit."

The awe came boiling up from somewhere deep in his gut. To exaggerate a little, his brain never even received the signal reading admire now! Pure spinal reflex. The same way you feel an inexplicable sense of reverence at the sight of something harmonious and beautiful—that fleeting instant when a pair of huge tits springs free is violent enough that it's honestly hard to put into words.

Squish!

To think I can seize these huge tits and knead them exactly as I please, and not a soul says a word. Granted, the lack of people around was the sadder truth in a way—but there were plenty of things that were easier with no one watching, too.

Cradling those breasts as they spilled out past his fingers, Yoonyoung steeled his resolve.

Last time, I couldn't put up the slightest fight. I just got wrung dry.

This world had a strange, absurd rule baked into it: when the gap in level was too wide, proper sex became impossible. It wasn't as though her vaginal muscles trained themselves into steel as her mastery deepened—you'd think, what kind of ridiculous setting is that...? But what can you do about something you've experienced firsthand?

Explaining it as someone who's been through it: it feels something like this. You know how, when you get circumcised young, the freshly bared glans is so tender that even a breeze on it feels cold and unpleasant, and touching it doesn't exactly hurt but makes your whole body shudder? That's what happens when a glans that's spent its whole life sealed under the foreskin, still soft as mucous membrane, turns hypersensitive—and inside Claire, my cock felt exactly like that.

In that state, with her wringing me out like a dry rag being twisted, I'd blow my load like a two-stroke chump. It felt good, but it was punishing and exhausting, and my legs gave out no matter what. Even the finish, which at first seemed to shoot out strong and far, immediately collapsed into a ruined orgasm that just trickled out in a thin stream—and it felt like my soul was being dragged out along with it.

Anyway, last time I'd lost it practically the moment I got inside, so honestly, I figured the wise move was to keep things to everything-but until I got stronger... But my brain, already hard and pickled in lust and testosterone, kept itching to make the reckless attempt anyway, insisting it would somehow work out.

Today, it's revenge.

A brand-new set of gear, fully acquired. Level 15, reached. I'd rush through my class change, dump every remaining stat point and skill point right here, pump my specs to the absolute ceiling, and take my shot...!