Guardian: Derek Walker 8
The house I was introduced to belonged to a kindly elderly couple. It was quite spacious, marking them as one of the village's wealthier families. Thanks to that, Luna, Kelly, and I each had our own rooms. Of course, Luna and I would be sharing one.
I was itching to fuck Kelly soon, but the Earth Spirit King Kreit was always by her side. So for now, we were just feeling each other out.
Kreit surprisingly seemed pretty open-minded about sex. Back at the Lord's Castle, he'd caught me in an orgy with the maids, but he'd brushed it off without a fuss. Being a spirit, his views on such things must differ from humans'. In the natural world, it was only natural for the strong to monopolize the beauties.
"I'd love to host you myself, but the youth squad keeps me busy, and my place is too cramped. So please, let us serve you here."
Drobin bowed politely as he spoke. The guy never took his eyes off me for even a second when we were together. He seemed like the type who'd excel at social climbing.
Honestly, I'd prefer those beautiful sisters wait on me. But I didn't let it show. My current persona was the sweet guy—managing my reputation and infamy. Throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat wouldn't fit the sweet image at all.
"We'll make sure you lack for nothing."
As if Drobin had tipped them off beforehand, the couple bowed deeply to us. They were the kind of ordinary folk who'd fit right into game NPC illustrations.
Luna and I entered our room together.
"Still no clue exactly where Moonshadow is?"
"I'm sorry. I definitely feel a sense of familiarity in this village, but pinpointing the direction... I just can't."
Luna's face was filled with genuine remorse. It was rare to see her show such expression—she was usually so stoic. It wasn't her fault, so she didn't need to look that sorry, but her sudden vulnerability sparked a mischievous urge in me.
"Hmm. Failing your master's expectations? Disqualified as a maid."
"Please punish this naughty maid. I'll take it gladly."
True to form as the woman who'd spent the most time by my side, Luna was incredibly perceptive.
"On your knees. Stick that ass out toward me."
Without hesitation, Luna obeyed precisely. There wasn't a shred of delay in her movements. Training Luna was probably my greatest achievement in the Solari World. With her, even hell would feel like paradise.
I flipped up Luna's maid skirt. Inside, her perfect peach of an ass was wrapped in a skimpy black thong.
The thong was from the real world. Monster byproducts here made fabric that wouldn't tear even if Tarzan wore it for a millennium. The slutty outfits I made the maids wear were mostly imported from reality, though I occasionally crafted some here.
I placed my hand on Luna's ass. The plump flesh was silky smooth like satin and soft like a sponge, yielding perfectly to my grip—firm yet bouncy, a flawless natural beauty with zero implants.
"Those sisters look fuckable enough."
Smack!
A red handprint bloomed on Luna's pale cheek. Marking her pristine skin with my shape felt as profane as pissing on fresh snow. Luna let out a moan that wasn't even that painful, playing it up for me.
Smack!
"Hnngh!"
"While we're staying here, I'm gonna fuck those two."
"I'll help you, Master."
There wasn't a trace of jealousy in her tone. Between my skill Harem Mind and Luna's unwavering devotion, envy had been uprooted entirely.
That said, even Luna occasionally showed jealousy—usually when talk turned to my kids.
'I wonder what she'd do if she knew I already have a child in another world?'
The thought popped into my head. An intriguing what-if. She might even awaken as a yandere Luna.
'Too risky. Better not gamble on that.'
A yandere Luna would slip my control for sure. No need to create a disaster at the source.
This time, I slipped my hand between her thighs. Her taut labia caressed my fingers pleasurably. Physically, Luna's body was near perfection—a living Venus statue, a breathing work of art.
"Those sisters would look perfect as ornaments by your side."
I whispered softly into her ear.
"All my other women are just supporting roles for you."
Honest truth? Total bullshit. Every woman of mine had her own value—no one's a sidekick to another. Of course, I meant the ones I'd personally enslaved.
"Is that so?"
Luna's voice melted like honey. Lie or not, if it made her this happy, who cared? Love was full of hypocrisy and fibs anyway. Didn't that famous con artist say love was just a scam?
Luna nestled into my arms, like my own little doll. At just over 160cm, she wasn't petite, but not tall either.
Today, though, she felt even smaller—probably because she was pressing so tightly against me.
Our eyes met. Her night-brown irises, matching her hair, gazed up at me. Suddenly, I pictured her under moonlight.
The Moon Demon King's blood in Luna transformed her under lunar light: hair shimmering silver like stardust, eyes glowing sapphire—clearer and more vivid than that village girl's.
Suddenly, I craved to ravage moonlight-mode Luna. I jotted a note in my mental sex planner.
"Master..."
Luna leaned in with a tender voice. I met her halfway. Our lips brushed—slower than usual.
Mwah!
Our kisses were usually deep and lewd, tongues scouring each other's mouths like a thorough cleaning. This one was more French—light and teasing.
No words needed; we synced perfectly. I could read her thoughts clearly, and she mine.
The soft kiss slowly warmed us up. Not bad at all. Even caramel macchiato lovers crave black coffee sometimes. Today was that day for me.
I reached out, slowly peeling off her top. She did the same, her touch half her usual strength.
Nude, we gazed longingly, hands exploring leisurely.
It was languid, indulgent foreplay—agonizingly slow by normal standards, building arousal without rush. No words, but we conversed through touch—deeper, more detailed than speech sometimes.
"You're wet."
Her arousal was lighter than usual, but not from lack of excitement. We'd prepped thoroughly, just slower.
"This isn't bad. Slow isn't always worse. It's like seeing something new."
Luna murmured softly. I agreed.
"I'm sliding in now."
She parted her legs slightly. Missionary suited the mood—no other position would do.
Luna looked up; I braced on my elbows, gazing down. My cock entered her at a glacial pace.
"Ngh!"
Odd—she usually didn't flinch even from surprise insertions. Like a pro missing an easy shot, she startled at this textbook sex. Embarrassed, she clamped her mouth shut.
"Here I go."
I rocked my hips slowly. This fuck would last longer than usual.
"Alright, see you later."
That benefactor was staying at Grandma Junaid's. Her place was big and often hosted village guests.
In most rural spots, the village head handled that, but Chief Gibbs oddly hated guests—like he had something to hide.
"Rita, you sure?"
"Sure or not, it's just delivering flowers and saying thanks. He saved the village and gave precious potions—how could I not? Hope these nameless wildflowers suffice."
Rita's logic was ironclad. Still, Drobin wanted to stop her. His hunter instincts screamed warning. They'd roped in Walker to protect the village, but maybe they'd invited a lion to chase off wolves.
"I already thanked him. You don't need to."
"That'd be rude. My fiancé surely knew manners."
Drobin gave a wry smile at her sharp retort. He couldn't win arguments with her.
"Fine. It's just a greeting—no big deal. Be careful."
"Sorry to others—they're all busy working."
"Nah, you've been the busiest nursing wounded at the hall. They're the ones feeling bad for you."
Drobin and Rita were promised to each other—childhood friends, the village's golden couple.
Though opinions leaned toward Rita slumming it, Drobin was still the only one deemed worthy.
"It's fine. You holding up with youth squad duties?"
"Gotta be done, even if tough."
He sounded resolute—never weak in front of her.
"When will orcs attack again?"
"No clue, but they're not backing off. More casualties coming. Sigh. Problem is, even if we defend, losing good youths makes it all pointless."
"Can't buy potions? We have village funds. Chief might understand."
"Uh, well... I'll ask."
Rita caught his awkward face instantly. After all their years, she'd lose "childhood friend" cred otherwise.
"Something's up."
"Sigh. You know I can trust your discretion, so only you: Chief Gibbs embezzled village funds."
"Embezzled!?"
Rita gasped, then clamped her mouth, glancing around. No one nearby. Drobin sighed and continued.
"Even planned to flee mid-battle. Good I caught him early."
"That money we save yearly for weapons?"
"Yeah, probably. About 10 gold."
"......"
Rita fell silent. She'd never suspected the chief.
"Gave it to Walker to protect us."
"Smart move. It was for village defense anyway—right use."
Drobin bashfully looked away at her praise.
"So we've officially hired him."
"Yeah. But if we act rashly, he might bail. City folk value honor over gold sometimes. Tell everyone not to disrespect him."
"Got it. I'll be careful too."
Rita checked her outfit—plain village cloth, but stunning on her. Clothes give wings to people, as people do to clothes.
"See you. Drobin... honey~"
She spun and dashed to Grandma Junaid's. Drobin's smile lingered.