Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Vengeful Ghost and Beastification
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"Slept well."
I opened my eyes on the bed.
Last night, I'd checked out skills and achievements that seemed efficient for me before drifting off.
It had been a pretty productive time, I thought.
And fun, too.
I'd let my imagination run wild, picturing how to counter with this skill or that.
But some doubts lingered.
The title I'd earned from the achievement: [Avenger].
Something about this title felt off.
A sense of dissonance compared to the other skills and titles.
Everything so far had felt like it came from the system—from the 'gods,' basically.
But the Avenger skill gave off a vibe from some other faction, not the gods.
Just a hunch, but my instincts are usually spot on.
It felt like I shouldn't touch it carelessly, so I'll leave the Avenger alone for now.
Still, after diving into something fun and constructive like skills for the first time in ages, my mind felt clear and healthy.
I stretched with satisfaction.
What time is it now?
I suddenly realized I hadn't properly checked the time since coming to this world.
Blan, that muscle daddy, had answered every time I asked, so clocks must exist.
Maybe the status window shows the time?
I stroked my sword to pull up the status window.
I'd hoped, but no time display.
For a game-like system, it's weirdly stingy on stuff like this.
Fine. Today, I'll just wander the village leisurely.
These past few days, I'd been on edge like a sharpened blade.
I need a break.
And once today's rest ends, back to grinding my teeth for revenge.
Feels kinda like those New Year's resolutions to hit the gym, only to quit after a day...
I got out of bed, dressed, and headed out.
My head felt fuzzy, so I need to wash my hair first.
Good thing this world has something like shampoo.
I flung the door open.
Right then, my eyes met those of someone passing in the hallway.
He was...
"..Huh?! What the hell? Why are you here?"
The inn's young elf husband.
His flustered upward gaze was adorably cute.
How is this dude so damn cute? Elves are straight-up OP.
...Anyway. Sorry about this...
After what happened in my room last night, guilt hit me.
While he was busting his ass working, his wife was sucking my dick like it was candy...
.....
Thinking about it like that... gets me hard.
What a trash thought.
Control yourself.
If I were in shotacon-elf's shoes, I'd smash both our heads in right now.
I opened my mouth to apologize, guilt and all.
But he beat me to it.
"D-Did you break in illegally?! You bastard, I'm turning you over to the guards!"
Fuck.
Whatever tiny guilt I had vanished.
"I paid properly to stay here, though?"
"What? What are you..."
"I took care of that."
The innkeeper wife had appeared out of nowhere.
...She means for the room, right? No double meaning?
If there is... hot...
"What?!"
The wife glanced at the shocked shotacon elf, then at me sidelong.
Her face flushed slightly as she bowed her head.
What? That innocent maiden reaction.
Not that I've ever seen one, but still.
"Are you insane, Nila? If the Hart Clan finds out!"
Her voice dripped with dismay, but she just sighed.
"They've gone back to their main house in the capital Sers. You know how far that is from here? Even the Hart Clan can't know everything."
"You looking down on the Hart Clan?! One of the top ten houses, with insane wealth and influence! Underestimate their info network, and if this gets out, our inn is done for?!"
The innkeeper, Nila, tapped her chin with slender fingers, humming in thought.
Maybe because we did naughty stuff, but...
Every move feels erotic...
"Well, the Hart Clan hasn't persecuted regular folk like us so far."
"That depends on the situation! Their heir's daughter Gold almost died because of this guy here?! You think they'll let it slide?! Especially since it's business—they've got the merchant world in a chokehold..."
"Ahh... seriously."
Nila's eyes sharpened, and the shotacon elf flinched.
"This man paid several times the room fee yesterday. We're already in financial trouble—what do you want me to do?"
"Uh, no..."
"What caused our financial trouble again?"
"Ah, damn it! Why bring that up?!"
Oof.
This shotacon elf looks pure and kind, but inside he's a rough old man.
I'd sensed it when he bitched at me before, but yeah—this world's not what it seems on the surface.
"Fine! But if anything happens, you're taking responsibility! Got it?!"
"Sigh. I know, so go man the counter already. Stop hanging around."
"Who's hanging around? Jeez..."
I stared at the grumbling shotacon elf's back as he walked away.
Man, I just wanna smack the back of his head hard.
Next time he bitches or snarks, I'll lay him out.
"Haa... He used to be so full of pure passion, not complaints..."
The wife sighed like her head hurt, then met my eyes and flinched, blushing again as she slyly looked away.
Why's a married woman reacting so innocently?
It's turning me on...
"Th-Thank you so much for yesterday."
"...No problem."
"Ah. Aah... So that was just an act after all?"
Act? What act?
"Or... was that your true instinct... Ung!"
Why cross your legs like you're excited...?
She gazed at me and the room alternately with moist eyes.
For real? In broad daylight? Her husband was just here?
I swallowed hard without thinking.
"Um... I might have an hour free... What do you say?"
What do I say? My inner self was already panting like a dog.
But... as tempting as it is, this has to end here.
I'd said I'd hold her again today, but I wasn't in my right mind then.
Stealing another man's wife is peak trash behavior.
If we go further, forget what he said—I'll lose all self-control.
100% adultery incoming.
I need to hold back.
But rejecting her now might get me kicked out, so I'll dodge vaguely.
Right then.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Beastification (Weak Activation) ...What?
"Right now? What do you say?"
"Huh?"
My voice dropped low, startling her.
I slowly approached, and the married woman backed away step by step.
But the wall blocked her.
I slammed my palm next to her face with a thud.
Her cute squeak made me smile.
Thump. Thump.
I could hear her heartbeat in my ears.
Her flushed cheeks were right there.
"Hmmm... You sure that's okay?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Once I start, I don't stop till the end of the day. An hour? Not even close."
"Not even close... Ah."
Idioms from my old world work here?
As that dumb thought crossed my mind, I grinned and shoved my hand up her skirt.
"Hyun?! H-Hyaahhh~~♡"
Squirt.
Warm wetness on my hand.
She came just from that.
"Plus, if I tease you for an hour straight, you won't last till night. You won't even work properly."
"Hah... Hah..."
I brought my mouth to her ear as she looked up at me expectantly.
"Wait till night. I'll fuck you senseless."
"Y-Yes... Eeeh?!"
I nipped her earlobe and sucked lightly; her legs gave out, and she crumpled trembling.
She looked up and gasped at the sight of my massive bulge, obvious even through my clothes.
"Haa... Haa...♡"
"You gonna behave?"
"I-I..."
"Answer me, bitch."
"O-Of course...!♡"
"Good girl. Nila."
"♡♡♡♡♡"
Hearts seemed to form in her eyes—an illusion.
Squirt... Her skirt soaked through.
"Go wash up. Clean this mess. I have questions."
"Yesss...♡"
Leaving her shivering, I changed and washed my hair.
And then...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Skill: Beastification has been released. What the fuuuuuck?!
What the hell did I just do?
My hands and feet shook in horror.
What? What am I? Do I have split personality?
Is that my true nature?
Come to think of it, I heard something about Beastification weakly activating?
Fuck, this skill is way crazier than I thought.
What's the trigger? Totally random?
If it only kicks in when I sense sexy times with a woman... that's manageable.
But if it's just contact or arousal?
In serious combat, if Beastification hits...
...Actually, thinking it over, maybe it's fine.
The base is still me during activation. Combat sense and judgment stay the same.
If my life's in danger, I won't try to fuck in that situation.
But it's still creepy and unsettling...
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ NTR, Netori, Plunder Love Slight EXP gained!
"Ack."
It levels from this crap too?
Feels like a small win.
A bit pumped, I finished washing my hair and asked the innkeeper wife—now too embarrassed to look at me properly—a few questions before heading out.
My rep in the village was trash, so I'd considered buying a robe, but just walking around didn't draw glares.
Though some shops gave me scared looks.
They weren't scared of me.
The Hart Clan had spooked them.
I'd asked the innkeeper about my future enemies.
As she said, the shopping district was under Hart Clan pressure, terrified of associating with the guy who almost killed their heir.
Worse, they probably think I'm dead.
Even assuming I'm dead, they're scaring small business owners just in case.
Yulis.
Bitch doesn't deserve "ungrateful"—she's a total cunt.
Wanna rip her apart right now.
But I need to hold off till I'm strong enough.
My enemies are a bigger group than I thought.
Yulis alone will be tough.
She got wrecked by Yuna, and I barely beat Yuna thanks to matchup advantage.
If we'd kept fighting, I'd be dead by now.
Her sword... that insane massive AoE ice from her item—unsure if current me can dodge.
Her most annoying part? Her backing.
Hart Clan.
One of the great houses. Now I remember—saw it in the lore.
Descendants of a hero who stopped some demon god or true something-or-other.
Powerful among the top ten houses.
More wealth than influence, actually.
Dominates commerce here and abroad—crushing one village shop is nothing.
That's why inn and stable owners shunned me so hard.
Made sense—even paying multiples of the fee, they kicked me out over guild stuff and personal grudges.
Unlike other nobles, Hart Clan doesn't bully, so great rep with commoners.
Their word is gospel in merchant circles thanks to influence and conduct.
I'm public enemy number one.
That scheming bitch hid her true nature well for an heir's direct sub.
Anyway, money attracts talent—lots of strongbies in Hart Clan.
Killing just Yulis? Maybe doable now.
But this is reality.
Kill her, then die? Ultimate dog death.
I need power first.
And a position no one touches.
Whatever it takes.
Sex I'd dreaded this morning? I'll give as much as wanted. As much as...
'I-I'll give it! As much as you want, so please...!'
.....
Fuck, shitty memory flashback outta nowhere.
Not letting it ruin my mood-refreshing walk.
Deep breath. Keep walking.
Maybe gather intel.
My feet took me to the guild.
It was quiet midday.
Few staff at the counter, no middle-aged woman I usually talked to.
A young woman with a drowsy face sat there, openly startled at me before composing herself.
Not trustworthy, but whatever.
I approached; her face stiffened.
"Hey. Don't scare the young lady."
"...?"
Familiar voice.
"......"
"...Say something."
Who was it...?
Oh, that guy. The... what's-his-name warrior always picking fights.
Like that time on the sofa, muscle daddy-style—he saw me, sat up, face full of hostility.
Heard I took down the Red Rat, but attitude unchanged.
Consistent—respect.
At least not weak bully.
"Just questions."
"Hmph. Ask and get lost."
"Don't you work?"
"Day off! You're not working either!"
Yep. Knew it'd piss him off—bullseye.
"Made bank."
"Asshole..."
I smirked inwardly at his grinding teeth.
He lay back, silent, then spoke up quick.
"...You're that strong—why do that crap?"
"......"
"Strong enough for Red Rat? If you'd just survived and fled the subjugation... Yeah, blame, but understandable. Why..."
"Think what you want."
Tried to leave, but he kept bitching.
He jumped up, pointing at me.
"Blan was a great guy, you scum!"
"I know."
Muscle daddy tried saving others first even then.
Was a great guy...
"He dead?"
"Why kill a healthy man?"
"......"
Why past tense, you dumb fuck.
"Good to hear."
Slipped out sincere.
"......"
Warrior seemed surprised, then growled.
"Fuck... Too late for regrets now, scum."
"......"
Who you calling scum.
Wanna bash his head.
Creeeak.
Door opened. People even now?
...Why's the warrior's face like that?
Like he saw a ghost...
...Ah.
I turned and froze too.
There stood a one-armed muscle hunk, majestic as ever.
Hand on hip, exhaling, looking triumphant like he'd returned.
"B-Bl-Blan!"
Warrior jumped up; muscle daddy raised his left arm high.
"Ooh! Bentler! Missed me?"
"Don't even say it!"
Warrior—Bentler, huh. Fighter buddy called him Ben as a nickname.
Bentler lit up, then face froze ice-cold, glancing between me and Blan.
I looked away from them then.
Yeah, I'll admit it.
Hurts Blan too much if I mouth off.
Despite everything, muscle daddy cared for me whole subjugation.
And here I am, the backstabbing dog who sold him out to survive.
...Fuck.
"Huh? Who's skulking?"
Muscle daddy strode over fast as his huge feet allowed.
Fine, fuck it. Better take the hit first.
I turned squarely.
...Tried to. My crotch trembled.
Fuck. Didn't shake like this vs. Yuna.
"Uh..."
Blan stared blankly at me. One sec... two, three—his face twisted demon-like.
"You!!"
Expected that.
Bentler jumped between us.
"W-Wait, Blan! Talk first! He doesn't look winnable in your state!"
Not worried about me, obviously.
But Blan shoved him rough, closing in.
Gonna swing...? Right then—
Grab!
He hugged me.
"You're safe! Thank god!!"
"...Huh?"
Bentler and I both blurted dumbfounded.
"N-No, Blan, I was the one who..."
"Sold you out to save my skin, right?"
"......"
"You think I'd buy that?!"
Blan said it, hugging tighter.
...No idea what he's basing this on, but one thing's clear.
I'm seriously touched in this bizarre situation.
...Oh no.
Gonna cry.