Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Netori or Die
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Netori or die—pick one. Get going lol.
As I mentioned earlier, it had been ages since I'd even jerked off, let alone had sex.
Seeing a message like that in the midst of all this sent a thrill through my chest, laced with taboo excitement, only for a wave of self-loathing and disgust to surge up right after.
It was Mr. Blan.
The only one who believed in me and helped me when no one else would.
The stable owner had been kind, but even he hadn't truly believed me.
Mr. Blan was the sole person who had trusted and supported me.
Just harboring thoughts like this about his wife made me want to castrate myself.
...On second thought, castration might be going too far.
Anyway, the fuck-fuck simulation was just laying out possibilities, nothing more.
There was no way a beautiful, wholesome-looking housewife like her would tempt someone like me.
Look at her husband, Mr. Blan.
Muscles bulging everywhere. If we compared him to my world, he'd remind you of one of those ripped black guys from manga.
With a husband like that, would she ever be starved for it? Absolutely not. Never.
......That said, I'm pretty well-endowed myself. A little exaggeration, and I'd say I'm bigger than the black guys in porn.
Calling bullshit?
It was a bit of bravado. Still, I'd say we're in the same league.
If you're asking for measurements, the last time I checked was in high school, and I didn't measure after it grew more...
Bottom line: as long as I keep my head straight, that fleeting impure thought will never become reality.
But the simulation results felt a little off.
I've only seen this simulation a couple times, but unlike before, there were question marks and typos...
The system can make mistakes too, I guess.
I have no idea what that "predicament" for Mrs. Claire means that the fuck-fuck sim mentioned, but I'll casually tip off Mr. Blan later.
After a few seconds of inner conflict, Mrs. Claire spoke up again.
"Ufufufu. My husband brags about you a lot, Mr. Dre."
"Oh. Is that so."
"Hey, Claire. Don't say stuff like that."
He sounded deliberately gruff, but it was obvious he was just hiding his embarrassment.
Even as he spoke, that massive pot-lid hand of his gently stroked his daughter's head, doting on her.
Honestly, I couldn't believe that cute face belonged to Mr. Blan's kid at first, but seeing Mrs. Claire made it click.
Excuse me for saying so, but thank goodness the daughter took after her mother's genes completely.
When Mr. Blan mentioned he had a wife and daughter, I'd vaguely pictured some hulking woman or at least a rough mercenary type. Reality was fantastic.
Right then, his daughter came toddling over to me and thud—clung to my leg.
She's surprisingly tall.
Not quite Mr. Blan level, but I'm pretty tall myself, and her face was right at chest height, just barely.
With her twintails and innocent vibe, I'd pegged her for elementary school age, but she seemed more like middle school.
"Ehehehe."
The girl looked up with a bright smile.
...Cute. And pretty.
She had both charms blended together, plus a white dress that amplified her innocence.
This kid's future is terrifying.
The dress had a deep neckline, showing off her collarbone, underarms, and such.
.....
Where the hell are you looking...?
I shot another wave of disgust at myself right then.
Ding.
No, no no no, fuck. Cut it out already.
Doesn't this thing have an on/off switch?
⚔ STATUS ⚔ Elter Blostin 🧬 Race: Human(?) ❤️ Favorability: 68+? (No rational affection, but max adoration) 'Cool! Those dead eyes! Amazing! Seems fun! Ehehehe!' Innocent. She's not purely innocent, but fundamentally a pure girl. Her current feelings toward you are split between curiosity and goodwill. However, her inexplicably strong goodwill toward you—a total stranger—means there's a high chance it'll turn into romantic affection depending on your actions. Hey, you. Don't you want some in-laws? I don't.
I'm a non-marriage advocate.
[How disappointing.]
.....
That wasn't the system voice.
Another hallucination.
There's definitely some pervert eavesdropping on me.
"Big bro. Do you hate me clinging to you?"
My face must've soured.
A dejected voice pulled me back; I hurriedly fixed my expression.
After hesitating, I reached out and patted her head—then realized my mistake.
This was a skill only for smooth-talking, handsome social butterflies!
Now this innocent, pretty girl would look at me with disgust. My heart ached at the thought.
"Ehehehe!"
But Elter nuzzled into my hand like a cat, rubbing her head against it herself.
.....
.....
Wanna be my daughter?
She's so cute!!
A fresh, bubbly cuteness different from Lena's!
I nearly hugged her on instinct as she kept nuzzling like a cat, but barely held back. I just stroked her head a couple times and pulled my hand away.
I wanted to scoop her onto my lap, hug her tight, and keep petting her, but if I did, Mr. Blan—who was already glaring like "How dare you claim my daughter!"—would beat me to death.
Before that, Elter might get bored of the cat act, slap my hand away, and huff off—which I could already picture.
If that happened, fragile-hearted me would lose all will to live.
As I withdrew my hand from her head, Elter latched onto my arm instead.
"Hahaha! My girl usually plays hard to get, but she's warming up to you fast? Makes me happy. C'mon, dote on her more, bro!"
Mr. Blan really is a good guy, but damn, his looks are intimidating.
His voice sounded pleased, but his eyes screamed, "I'll kill you."
"Elter."
Mrs. Claire put on a stern tone, and Elter flinched before da-da-da running to Mr. Blan and hugging him. She loves people's warmth.
Someone's gonna have to watch her carefully so she doesn't get duped by some creep later.
That aside, it was a heartbreaking sight.
Mr. Blan's right arm was still missing, after all.
He wanted to hug his daughter with both arms but couldn't, so he held her with one.
He'd said he'd get a prosthetic, but could a cold metal arm really hug her satisfyingly...?
"Whoa? Why the serious face? C'mon, sit sit. Claire! Special course, please!"
"Yessir~"
Special course, huh.
After all the gourmet meals at the hotel lately, I wasn't expecting much.
While Mrs. Claire headed to the kitchen, they suggested the living room sofa, so I went there.
There was a huge square glass-like thing in front of the sofa, and some mage-dressed guy was yapping nonstop on it.
"Outsiders called that 'news.' Unlike their magic tools that show all sorts of stuff from their lands, ours just has that footage."
Magic tool, huh.
Neat.
But it couldn't match TV; more like radio level.
My home world dominates in this cultural stuff.
Just then, Elter clung to my leg again.
No Mrs. Claire around, and she latches right on... What a temptress.
"Big brooo. Play a game with me."
"A game? What kind?"
"Huh? You're older than me, big bro. Why polite speech? Weird!"
Her giggling purified my soul.
"That big bro's so nice he only uses polite speech."
Mr. Blan's gentle voice.
Sorry. Not manners—I'm doing it to mock annoying polite pretenders.
Back during a quest, the guy who pissed me off most was one fake-polite asshole.
I hunted him down and killed him.
Come to think of it, a friend of mine was the same type.
...Wonder if that guy's awake by now.
Thinking of acquaintances stirred up all sorts of memories.
Things I need to do if I return to my original world.
The scent of blood rising in my mind. The metallic tang.
And...
Grip.
"?"
Someone tugged my hand.
Looking down, Elter had grabbed it and was leading me.
Lost in sentiment, I blankly followed where she pulled.
"Ta-da! It's Witch's Castle!"
"Oh? A board game...?"
I froze mid-sentence.
Why? Elter's board game had no physical pieces.
Just holograms scurrying across the board.
Graphics that rivaled top-tier stuff.
My jaw dropped.
Each figure moved so vividly.
Skimming the manual, I saw you could do all sorts of actions with them.
A few minutes later.
I shredded my emo mood and dove into the game with Elter.
This is a full-on strategy sim! Fucking fun! Masterpiece!
"Big bro's a newbie but so good!"
"I like games."
"Yeah! You're so good it makes me happy. You happy too, big bro?"
"Yeah. Feels great."
"Hehehe. Wanna keep going?"
"Sure, of cour..."
"...Didn't expect you to love games this much, bro."
Mr. Blan's surprised voice finally snapped me back... Nah, I stayed glued to the game.
Too fun!
Mr. Blan's face looked kinda puzzled for some reason.
Grown-ass man into this stuff? Cringe?
Can't help loving fun things.
Witch's Castle alone is satisfying, and there are tons more.
Gold!
Why no games at the hotel!
Mid-game frenzy, a delicious smell hit my nose, snapping me out.
The table was laden with gourmet dishes and fancy liquor bottles.
Mrs. Claire approached us still glued to the game like kids.
Maybe worried I'd snap if she called me for food, she called her daughter instead.
"Elter. Time to eat."
"Yess~"
"Ah, sorry."
I finally stood and sat at the table as Mr. Blan directed.
Directly across: Mrs. Claire.
Side: Elter.
Elter's front: Mr. Blan.
......?
Isn't this Dre and Blan seats swapped?
"Hehe. Nothing fancy, but dig in."
"Whoa..."
I couldn't help but gasp.
Thinking hotel food killed my appetite was a delusion.
Everything looked mouthwatering.
Brainstorming from gaming worked up a huge hunger.
I wanted to inhale it, but manners at Mr. Blan's house— I mimicked noble etiquette.
"Whoa bro. You eat like a beast normally—what's with the dainty nibbles? Not good?"
"Really? Is it bad, Mr. Dre?"
"......"
Couldn't stay quiet.
Showed 70% of my real appetite; Mrs. Claire went "Ooh!"
She seemed thrilled just watching me eat, piling on more food.
Elter poked my side, picked up bites, and went "Ahh~," so I ate happily.
...Wow.
This might be the happiest I've been since coming to this world.
Is this why people marry?
Fox-like wife, bunny-like kid, they say. Feels like this.
...That person never knew this feeling.
"Haha! Drink! Drink!"
Mr. Blan chugged the strong liquor like water.
He offered me some, but unlike usual, poured into a glass instead of handing the bottle.
Warm consideration—not to get wasted at someone else's home.
Better than moping; I matched his vibe and downed every pour.
Buzz kicked in, mood soared.
Mr. Blan said marriage brings happiness, right?
Starting to get it.
If I find a good woman... After handling stuff in my world...
.....
Still, marriage and kids feel iffy for me...
How much time passed?
"Zzz..."
Mrs. Claire took Elter to bed; Mr. Blan was passed out face-down on the table.
Elter's not that young, but babyish behavior felt natural—must be her innocence.
"Whew..."
I patted my full belly contentedly when Mrs. Claire returned.
She stretched with a "Haaah~" and a oddly sexy sigh, then sat right in front of me.
Why in front of me?
Beauty in my face—eyes had nowhere to go.
Tense, I spoke first.
"Ah... uh, how much for this meal?"
"Oh? No charge."
Mrs. Claire beamed.
"You saved my husband's life. I feel bad for not treating you better."
"N-no. Mr. Blan's been so good to me... This is too much."
Atmosphere loosened; words flowed easy.
Snapped to, we were chatting everyday stuff.
"Oh? Really? Ufufu... Husband always looks happy talking about you..."
"But... at the guild..."
"Ah, last time..."
"Always looking out for me... Haha, Mr. Blan brags about his family a lot."
"Ahaha. I see~ But like he says, you seem so cool, Mr. Dre..."
Conversation got fun.
For an outcast like me.
She's easy to talk to too. Relieved.
Just casual chit-chat flowed.
It went on a bit, seemed ending.
Then.
Feet touched.
.....
Just that? Probably accident. But texture was weird.
Not cloth-on-cloth or sock-on-sock—something moist... skin-like.
Pretty sure she had socks on...
Looking up, Mrs. Claire still smiled kindly, tilting her head at my gaze.
Sure, must be my imagination.
No reason to ditch socks with a stranger here.
Relieved, I went to pat my belly...
Squeeze.
Pant leg tugged.
Playful pull, but definite.
Mrs. Claire had taken off her socks.
And toed my pant leg...
...Well, her house, socks off fine. Yeah.
Toes... buzzed maybe. Playful personality.
But her expression changed.
Half-lidded eyes cracked open, revealing irises; mischievous smile.
Utterly seductive face.
".....!"
Instant raging hard-on.
Hunched legs to hide further growth.
What the hell's this? Huh?
Space itself felt... shifting.
No, head fogging up for real...
"Ah, I should head out now."
Something's gonna happen like this. Can't say what exactly.
"Oh... Already?"
Genuinely disappointed voice as she stood too.
"Honey. Wake up. Mr. Dre's leaving~"
"Mm..."
Sloshed Mr. Blan couldn't rise.
"Sheesh."
Puffing cheeks, Mrs. Claire shoved her head under Mr. Blan's arm, straining to lift him.
Seeing it, my suspicions felt like delusions. Embarrassed.
"Ah. I'll help."
"Oh? Really? Then to the bedroom..."
"....."
Bedroom?
"No. Can we move him to the sofa?"
"Ah. Sure, anytime."
Whew. Good.
Would've made excuse to bolt if bedroom.
"Hup."
Grabbed Mr. Blan's waist, hoisted him.
Thought princess carry, but might humiliate him—draped arm over shoulder instead.
"My~ Arms didn't look that thick... but such strength."
"Y-yeah... Uh...!"
Fingers.
Brushed my arm whoosh.
Electric jolt.
Heat flushed my body.
Quietly laid Mr. Blan on sofa.
Exhale.
Good. Home time.
Presence hit—slender, soft hand on my abs.
"......"
"Wow. Arms soft, but this is rock-hard?"
"N-no, that's."
"Amazing abs."
Ah, abs.
"Abs... You can feel 'em, but not visible."
"This at your age is impressive! I'm getting a belly now, ufufu."
"Ah... Yeah..."
Why no pull away.
Forced a spin. Said farewell, see you next time.
"Oh my..."
Flushed voice. Hand on cheek, staring at my crotch.
It was tenting hard, about to rip pants.
"...N-no, this is. Uh."
Mrs. Claire eyed my already-hard bulge.
Couldn't help it. Ages since jerking?
But her, pretty and slutty like this...
She narrowed eyes, blushed cheeks, hand still on face, fixated on my dick.
Her gaze alone nearly made me cum.
"Impressive... This size, this heat... First time... You're amazing, Mr. Dre."
Blatantly lewd tone.
Eyes wanting something. Heat.
Big trouble.
Gonna pounce.
"I! Gotta go no...!"
Whoosh.
Mature woman's scent pierced nose; Mrs. Claire pressed against me, whispering in ear.
"Mr. Dre."
"......Yes?"
"If you're okay... That thing."
"That thing...?"
"You know. Fufufu."
"......"
Disaster.
Wanna hug her.
Hug and suck those tits wild...!
Thump thump thump.
Noise somewhere. Construction?
Soon realized: my heart, and hers.
Silence short.
Seductive smile, Mrs. Claire said:
"If you're okay... Let me, suck i..."
"Mommy?"
We both jolted, looked back.
Elter stood there, rubbing eyes.
"Oh why? Can't sleep?"
"Mmm. Huh? Big bro leaving?"
"Yes. Uh, I'll come again. Thanks for the meal."
"Aw, too bad... Really disappointing."
She petted Elter but alternated stares at my crotch and face.
"You will come back, right?"
"Yes, definitely."
And I stumbled outside.
Don't even remember boarding the carriage.
Just fought to calm my pounding heart amid boiling heat and taboo guilt.
Whew in. Whew out. Whew in. Whew out.
Heart finally settled.
Ding!
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ NTR, Netori, Plunder Love Massive EXP awarded!
Level Up!
What?
No, why? What did I even do?
......Because of that earlier?
If I had to say what happened, something did, but was that enough to trigger this skill?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Bonus points for high expectations. Looking forward to more. .....
Why?
Couldn't even tell it to shut up.
No. I know.
Because I'm expecting it too.
Couldn't even muster self-disgust now.
Just tried to quell the smoldering fever in my chest.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Eek. Not here today either?"
"Yes. Sorry..."
Leaving Irene's apologetic face behind, Asita returned to her lodging.
Where the hell does this guy wander off to?
...No way, a woman?
'Nooo... He's not ugly—pretty handsome even—but those fierce eyes mean probably not...'
Why?
She had a boyfriend, yet imagining Dre with another woman made her chest burn.
And so Asita struck out again today.