Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Real Combat with a Real Sword
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1.
"Agh, ahn, aaang! D-do you know? W-without us D-Darami... ahn! The bundle merchant business... haang! wouldn't even s-survive...!"
The more intensely she moved, the more sensitively her insides responded.
'She's definitely feeling it physically...'
Yet her actions were all the same. It was strange.
'Whatever. Let's just focus on the sex!'
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Since he'd already cum inside once, everything was perfectly lubricated.
Yoon Young shook his hips without restraint, chasing the pleasure.
'Grooo...'
It felt like he was getting full revenge on his body for the failed haggling earlier.
'Alright, let's go with that concept this time.'
He fantasized about punishing a crooked merchant who sold overpriced goods without haggling—teaching her a lesson with his cock-sword.
It might seem pathetic, but this was the most effective way to make sex with a brainless NPC feel somewhat lively.
The fantasy unfolded in Yoon Young's mind.
— This price is a total rip-off! And no haggling? Can't get weapons anywhere else, so you're price-gouging, huh?!
— N-no, that's not it!
"Unh, unh, ahn...!"
— What's not it! The quality sucks too! Time for a rip-off merchant to get punished!
— Eek, I'm not a rip-off merchant!
"Hng... Us Darami—."
Yoon Young clamped his hand over Rento's mouth as she tried to deliver her line.
He didn't want to ruin the mood.
Meanwhile, he kept thrusting his hips.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
— Hurry up and haggle! If you don't, I'll cum inside!
— I-inside!? Nooo! Humans might think I look young, but I'm a fully fertile woman! If you cum inside, I'll get pregnant!
— Not my problem! If you don't wanna be a mom, lower the price!
It might look a bit sleazy, but fantasies like this massively amplified Yoon Young's arousal.
— Admit it, you actually want to be a mom? You're clenching so tight, I'm about to blow already!
— N-nooo! Stop! Please stop!
— Want me to stop? Cut the price!
[Agree to Trade]
Yoon Young selected the keyword amid his fantasy.
"Mmph, mmph! Mmph mmbl mmph?!"
[Purchase Item]
He selected [Purchase Item] on the pork priced at 6 Plain Coins, then the haggle keyword.
[Haggle]
[4]
[Confirm]
The reason he went through all this? He was right on the verge of cumming.
He planned to fuel his fantasy with Not even gonna cut it to that? You're ruthless!
"Mmph... mmph, mmph!"
[Haggle successful.]
"Huh?"
An unexpected result.
'Wait, I'm about to...'
Twitch!
Too late. An intense wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over Yoon Young.
Splurt...!
"Urk...!"
Splurt, splurt, splurt....
— I-inside...! Too much! You said you'd stop if I cut the price!
'The rip-off already happened...'
Splurt....
The second ejaculation ended, and so did the fantasy.
Finally satisfied, he pulled out of Rento's hole.
Having cum twice without pulling out, a massive load of semen mixed with blood gushed out.
'Whoa... blood means she was a virgin after all.'
Brainless NPC or not, the conquest of taking her virginity felt good.
Yoon Young propped Rento up slightly and shoved his dick into her mouth.
'Ah, this feels good too...'
Might as well get one more in her mouth.
Only after thoroughly enjoying himself did Yoon Young release Rento.
"That was great..."
Even after draining his lust completely, a lingering regret remained.
'If only I could keep her locked up somewhere. Ria today, Rento tomorrow...'
But he knew that wouldn't work.
He'd tried locking Ria up at home once before.
Result: Poof. Gone.
Somehow, when the time came, she vanished and respawned outside.
It was the same as when you stole from NPCs—they disappeared.
'Whatever, I had my fun.'
Yoon Young looked down at Rento, semen drooling from both her mouths.
"Hahk, haa... Please look around some more before you go."
"Thanks, Rento. I'll come back."
He gave his thanks and turned away.
The day was already growing dark.
2.
'Anyway... I ended up buying pork too?'
Back home, Yoon Young opened his inventory to check his purchase.
A cartoonish pork icon sat boldly inside.
Clicking it revealed a hunk of meat about the size of two fists smushed together.
'I was holding off on meat, figuring I'd eat it someday.'
Money was tight, but the haggle had gone through anyway.
'What's the criteria for haggle success or failure? Pure luck?'
Whatever the case, he'd lucked out on the pork.
A probability he never would've expected had hit.
Now he could eat meat—good outcome.
'But meat without salt won't taste right...'
He sometimes forgot to sprinkle salt while grilling meat at home.
It always ended up bland and watery.
He'd notice immediately and add salt late.
'I pushed hard today... but what if I grind tomorrow like it's my last day and snag some salt?'
No idea what cut it was, but the thought of meat after so long had his heart racing.
Soon, Yoon Young steeled his resolve.
So what if it was a stretch?
Eat meat, build strength!
With that, he equipped his wooden sword and headed out.
He wasn't using the real sword yet—no confidence in wielding it properly.
"Huh?"
Rento was gone.
Her item icons, bundle, backpack—all vanished.
'Ah... she left.'
His energy drained.
Yoon Young reconsidered the pork.
'Hmm, what to do.'
Eat it without salt?
Or hold off longer?
"Hm..."
After about three minutes of deliberation, he decided.
'Yeah, let's leave it.'
His body was just getting used to veggies.
Rediscovering meat's taste might accelerate dissatisfaction with plants.
'This is a lucky find, not a steady supply yet.'
No spoilage in inventory anyway.
'If things get really tough, I'll eat it... but life's good now.'
Yoon Young had mastered appetite control in this world, if nothing else.
He had to hunt tomorrow too, so rest for today.
3.
"Hah!"
Swish!
Yoon Young's swung sword sliced the air.
Four days since buying the weapon.
He'd reached Level 3.
To test stat compounding, he'd invested in Destructive Power again—bringing its total to Level 3.
His old theory held: Level 1 + Level 1 = Level 2; Level 2 + Level 2 = Level 3.
But raising base stats by one level still seemed effective.
He'd distinctly felt the difference when proficiency pushed Destructive Power from Level 2 to Level 2+1.
Not just a display thing, then.
"Hup...!"
Swish!
Once more, the sword arced diagonally through empty space.
Yoon Young practiced swinging for two hours daily.
No real combat use yet.
"Hoo..."
He stowed the sword via equipment concealment and wiped sweat from his hands.
Self-evaluation time.
'I think I'm starting to get how to swing a sword...'
Day one was disastrous.
A long blade wasn't like a wooden club—you couldn't just full-swing wildly.
Balance was off, and he feared slipping and stabbing his foot or slicing somewhere bad.
Through trial and error, he'd learned grips and swings that let him put more power in, gradually mastering it solo.
Anyone watching might say, "That's not how you do it—bad form."
Couldn't be helped.
First time ever holding a sword; he didn't even know basics.
One day, two, three.
By day four, his form looked decent to him.
Fear of the real blade had faded too.
'Maybe ready for real combat...?'
Tempting, but better to be sure.
No rush—hunt hard, practice, raise Swordsmanship proficiency another level, then debut the real sword.
That took three more days.
[Swordsmanship Proficiency Level Up]
[Stamina Stat +1 Level]
[Agility Stat +1 Level]
"Oh."
The message popped during a break after two hours' practice.
'Proficiency up... and bonuses to Stamina and Agility? Holy shit. All that effort paid off.'
He opened his status window for the first time in ages.
Stamina there was 2 + 1.
'Ha, the status window's great... except it only shows stats.'
Wished for proficiency lists too, but no dice.
'Still solid with just stats.'
Time to challenge mushrooms for real.
But first, feel out Swordsmanship Proficiency Level 3.
Yoon Young headed to the village square, drew his sword.
Gripped the hilt two-handed, focused, slashed the air.
Shwick!
'Oh?'
Different from today's practice.
Sword felt lighter, slightly.
In this stance, he instinctively knew how to apply force.
Not a huge change.
All vague, subtle.
Just enough to think, Not imagination.
Still, Yoon Young was thrilled.
'Progress! Tangible progress!'
Swish!
He kept swinging.
A week's practice.
Higher stats, proficiency.
All made the sword feel familiar in his hands.
That bred confidence.
Confidence he could handle monsters!
"Hoo..."
After thirty more minutes, he stowed the sword and rested properly.
He'd always avoided exercise before—never more than an hour even when starting.
This world was different.
No hunting, no survival.
No training, nothing but sex to do.
The environment turned Yoon Young diligent.
His day now: strict vegan, rigorous training—like a monk.
...Who indulged in women a bit?
Scratch monk.
Point was, he trained hard.
'Real sword debut tomorrow... exciting and nerve-wracking.'
Yoon Young rested and slept.
4.
"Hng...!"
Morning stretch.
Muscle soreness from yesterday's training, but he was used to it now.
Yoon Young stretched out his stiff body.
'Condition's good... Let's go!'
Equipment activate.
Sword in right hand, out of Ria's house.
"Rubean's pretty livable—it's just boring."
"Ria, I'm off!"
Greeted Ria, straight to hunting grounds.
Scouted today's victim.
Soon, a familiar regular: Purple Eggplant wandering about.
'Perfect...!'
Yoon Young gripped the sword two-handed.
'Just like practice, just like practice!'
Thud!
Charged at max speed, braked hard, powered his arms.
"Kueh...!"
Purple Eggplant sensed the attack, tried to intimidate.
Too late—the sword swung.
Clang!
Blade met flesh.
'Ngh...!'
Feedback jolted his hands—unlike air swings.
But manageable.
Push through, and it cuts.
"Hup!"
Shraaa!
Hand freed from resistance as the blade sliced flesh.
"Kueeeee!"
Purple Eggplant screamed wildly.
Yoon Young swung back the other way with force.
Shraa!
First cut down, second was easy.
What? This thing's a pushover.
His body seemed to agree.
"Kuehng..."
Second strike flipped its eyes back—dead.
"Huh?"
Yoon Young blinked in surprise.
'Already dead?'
Just two hits.
The power of a real sword.