Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Before Leaving
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1.
'Hmmm...'
Yoon Young was the type who valued efficiency over romance.
He wasn't sure how others saw him, but at least that's how he viewed himself.
So he was agonizing over it.
What weapon should he choose to maximize efficiency?
He even ran some simulations in his head.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Swinging a sword and slicing through mushrooms. Visualizing himself using a long spear to slash, thrust, and keep enemies at bay, toying with them.
'The spear... looks pretty good.'
But he couldn't test the weapons first.
There was no one around to give advice.
And he didn't have any real knowledge of combat.
What did he know about fighting, coming from modern Korea where death wasn't a concern? At best, a few schoolyard scraps.
All he could do was imagine.
Trying to pick a weapon based on half-baked knowledge from the internet gave him choice paralysis, his head throbbing.
He was tempted to just grab something random, but this needed careful thought. More agonizing.
'Alright, I've decided!'
Yoon Young made up his mind and bought the weapon.
Lost 51 Plain Coins.
Acquired Scrap Iron Sword.
In the end, he chose the sword.
There were a few reasons for that.
'If there were no game-like elements at all, I'd have gone with the spear...'
First reason: this place didn't feel entirely like reality.
Cooking leveled up his cooking proficiency, using a sword leveled up his sword proficiency.
That meant sticking to one weapon was probably more efficient.
He gave high marks to the sword proficiency he'd already earned through hard work.
'A spear might feel more comfortable now, but training will change that.'
This came from observing novels and games where most people preferred swords over spears.
'Holy swords, demon swords, legendary blades... Rare weapons are mostly swords. I'll steadily level up sword proficiency before learning magic.'
What was his current situation?
A novel or game-like reality.
So, shouldn't he judge with game sense over realism?
That was Yoon Young's thinking.
'And it's not just for combat.'
Life had plenty of uses for a knife.
Carving, crafting.
Or slicing food.
That was the second reason.
'Dirt doesn't matter. Equipment items recover Cleanliness too.'
He'd try a spear later if he got one.
Hoping it was a solid choice, he equipped the Scrap Iron Sword in his weapon slot.
Snap!
The wooden sword in his right hand vanished, instantly replaced by a real blade.
"Whoa..."
It felt hefty the moment it changed.
'How much does a sword weigh? About 1.5 kg? Feels light at that, but... heavier than expected.'
Sensorially, it was like 2 or 3 kg.
Time to inspect it closely.
Scrap Iron Sword
A longsword forged from low-quality iron.
The blade is sharp, but great performance isn't to be expected.
Additional Attack Power +3
Additional Cutting Power +1
The item description was brutal.
He'd emptied his pockets for it, but cheap was cheap for a reason.
'It has Additional Cutting Power?'
Additional Attack Power was on the wooden sword too. Just +1.
Beyond the blade's sharpness, the item effect added +2 attack power.
Of course, he had no idea how much stronger that made him.
'Looks like... a standard longsword.'
Blade around 80-90 cm, leather-wrapped handle, round counterweight at the end.
The kind that pops up on Google for "longsword."
'Looks blunt at a glance, but sharp up close.'
Of course it was—a real blade.
He swung carefully at the air.
Whoosh.
"Ugh."
His body wobbled, the sword veering off course.
Balance felt off.
'Awkward stance? Or too slow?'
Probably both.
He was honestly scared it'd hit him.
'Gonna need plenty of practice for real combat...'
A real sword had a higher barrier than the wooden one.
He craved a master now.
But no such luck.
'Gotta trust the sword proficiency level and swing away.'
No matter what, no self-harm.
Practice plenty.
'That's enough on the new weapon... Since I'm here, gotta enjoy before leaving, right?'
He unequipped it, the sword vanishing from his hand.
Yoon Young's gaze shifted straight to Rento.
"We have lots of great stuff! You won't regret browsing!"
Blissfully unaware of what was coming, her face beamed with energy.
Yoon Young's hands approached Rento's breasts cautiously from the front.
The feel of breasts under leather.
Soft, but pathetically small.
'Definitely small... Ria was decently sized. Guess small frame means small everything?'
Rento was a chipmunk beastkin, small and cute like one.
Yoon Young's taste ran to busty glamour, but this slender build wasn't bad either.
'Not without its touch appeal.'
He undid all the corset-like laces and removed her vest.
Shirt next. Gone.
Only a tiny bra left on top. He slipped his hands underneath, groping bare breasts.
'Ah, warm and squishy.'
Small, but they filled his palm.
"Us Darami have special pheromones, so monsters don't attack us. We can trade freely."
Her mouth wasn't idle either. He claimed those petite lips.
Lifted her chin, stole a kiss.
"Mmm, mmmph."
Timing her speech, he thrust his tongue deep.
Smooch... slurp, slurp... lick...
"Hngh, heee... hee..."
Sucking and swirling her tongue garbled her words—oddly arousing.
Pinching nipples too, he enjoyed thoroughly.
'Alright, now...'
Unbuckled and yanked down pants.
Shoes and all—off, out of the way.
Only white panties left. He squatted, buried his nose in her crotch.
Sniff sniff.
Sniiiiff...
One smell, then a deep inhale.
He'd done this with Ria first time too.
Not something to do to real women lightly.
But NPCs made it possible.
'Hmm... what smell is this?'
Not unpleasant, but faintly animal-like.
'Freshly washed puppy paws?'
Yoon Young had a dog as a kid.
Dog paws smelled like savory corn snacks up close.
Post-bath, puppy shampoo mixed with that musky scent—bizarrely addictive.
Similar vibe.
Sniff sniff.
'Damn, addictive.'
Rento might leave anytime.
Time for caresses and insertion.
Panties down: bald mound, thighs together making a tight slit.
'Whoa, no hair. This illegal?'
Thought flashed, then contradiction hit.
'Wait... fucking without consent is the crime anyway.'
Whatever.
No judge here.
'Worrying about data rights and stopping? Hilarious.'
Who thinks that?
'Only crazies.'
Yoon Young had long sensed wrongness in their tireless repetition, no eating needed.
Puppets, not people.
Talking to them like people? Lonely guy's doll play.
He shelved the thought, focused on the act.
Taste first.
'Wonder if it differs from Ria's...'
Face pressed to crotch, lifted right thigh wide.
Left arm supporting her leg.
Tongue into the slit, licking up to spread the folds.
'Hotter than my tongue? So warm.'
Lick, lick... Tongue gliding over warm mucosa, shape yielding, slicking up.
'Ooh, different taste. Not like Ria's.'
No urine scent, faintly salty-sweet.
Faint—barely detectable without focus.
'Do real women's juices taste like this?'
Mystery to him.
"Haah, ahn... Ah! Ahng... Aahn..."
Licking, sucking, caressing—sweet moans flowed from above.
Despite all this, her eyes stared blankly.
With Ria, he'd grown bored of non-reaction, talked during sex. Rento being fresh made the blankness novel, fun.
'Good, soaked enough... Let's go.'
Yoon Young stood, grabbed the cloth scattered with dot graphic icons, shook it out.
Icons flew everywhere, bouncing away.
His backpack treasures rolled on the floor—no reaction from Rento.
He laid her atop it, spread her legs.
Pants off, staring at the sight—ready to burst.
'Fucking hot.'
Not bestiality, but plump fluffy tail, nude female form, cute animal ears—mystical thrill surged.
Pants down only, he mounted her.
Heart pounding.
Glans aimed at hole, thrust hips.
Slip!
"Hngh."
"Ahn..."
Slid along the slit hard, no entry.
'Tight as hell, won't go in.'
Like first time with Ria.
Slipped repeatedly; third try, guided by hand.
Real woman? Mortifying.
'Ria was virgin, fine... Rento too?'
Blood after would tell.
'Horny as fuck, gotta be careful. Miss twice, might cum without entering.'
This time, sure shot.
Legs spread, aimed precisely, shoved hard.
Squelch...
Felt like tearing wet paper, then slid in.
"Oh, whoa..."
"Aggh...! Take a look around before you go."
Squeeze, squeeze!
—Intruder, intruder!
—Get out or I'll clamp down!
Ridges clung madly, squeezing like they meant it.
'Whoa, squeezing insane! Tighter than Ria's first time!'
Heat melting him, wringing tight.
'Scared to move.'
Stilled 20 seconds inside, then eased hips.
Squelch... squish.
'Ooh...'
Slow still intense pleasure.
Squish...
Hours pent-up; felt imminent.
'Am I this quick?'
First with Ria: five strokes.
Virgin loss excused then; now seasoned with Ria, should last.
'At least ten!'
Thrust... squish.
Squish.
Squish, squelch...
'Fuck... feels amazing...'
Slow, delving deeper.
Then.
Squeeze!
Inner muscles rippled, massaging his whole length.
"What?!"
Amid careful moves, sudden massive pleasure jolted him; tension snapped.
No holding—seed surged.
Splurt! Spurt, spurt...
'Whoa, intense...! Deep inside, keeps coming...!'
Mind blanked, toes curled in ecstasy.
"Haa..."
"Haahk... Great stuff here! Hn, haa... Won't regret browsing?"
Post-climax, lingering sigh escaped.
'Just once and I unloaded huge.'
Women felt different, truly.
Ria's insides embraced perfectly; Rento's milked relentlessly—unbearable.
But he was still hard.
Quick or not, not ending at one.
Might be last chance with Rento.
Before leaving, go all out.