The Real Mob Appraiser and the Rainbow Pearl
The moment we opened the inn door and stepped outside, another coldly practical obstacle was waiting for us.
A single night's stay—just one night of lodging paid for—had completely emptied my owner's wallet.
"Uh, what do we do… There's really not a single coin left in my pocket…"
Watching him stand there dazed, turning his empty pockets inside out, I couldn't help pressing a hand to my forehead. The bigger problem was that we had no obvious way to earn money in this desperate situation.
My owner wasn't some trainer with a powerful background or special abilities—just a clueless young man who'd stormed out of his house in a fit of temper.
And in this fantasy world crawling with monstrous Real Mobs, ordinary human labor was utterly worthless compared to a Real Mob's physical capabilities.
Ultimately, this world ran on a simple principle: capture Real Mobs and put them to work to make money. When a trainer ran out of funds, actively using their captured Real Mobs to bring in cash was common sense among common sense.
I'd used that system myself without a second thought when I was playing this game from the other side of a monitor.
…Wait. Does that mean I have to go out and earn the money?
My head spun. Winning prize money in trainer battles would have been the cleanest solution, but the world of competitive combat wasn't that forgiving.
Jump in half-prepared and lose, and we wouldn't just walk away empty-handed—we'd get cleaned out of whatever money we still had.
And if battles were off the table, the remaining options were… hard physical labor, or, worst case, selling my body somewhere in the shadows.
No way. I swore I'd become the world's greatest Real Mob. You think I'd stoop to that?
What little human pride I still had left absolutely refused to let me walk that filthy, degrading path. Besides, according to the lore of this Real Mob game world, casually selling your body to someone other than your trainer could shatter the trust between trainer and Real Mob. I knew full well that was something only done to Mobs who'd essentially been abandoned by their owners.
A kind but hopelessly inadequate owner, and a completely empty wallet.
I had to figure something out—somehow work my brain and find a way out of this brutally realistic swamp of poverty.
While we stood in the middle of the street with our heads pressed together, completely out of ideas, a suspicious-looking middle-aged man approached us.
Introducing himself as a Real Mob Appraiser, he made an enticing offer: if we let him appraise me just once, he'd pay us a Rainbow Pearl in return.
Hold on… a Rainbow Pearl?!
My eyes lit up instantly. This was a classic special event that only triggered with an extremely low probability even in the game. A Rainbow Pearl was worth a full 500,000 won on the market—a precious item that was like rain after a drought for cash-strapped newbies.
Considering that a night at an ordinary inn in this world cost only about 10,000 won, 500,000 was an enormous sum for a beginner.
Unlike the queasy prospect of prostitution—taking someone else's essence—an appraisal was basically just a physical exam, checking body condition and specs. One inspection for 500,000 won would completely free us from food, lodging, and item worries for a while.
Desperate, I tugged on my owner's clothes and made crying sounds, urging him to hand me over to the appraiser right away.
"―――!"
But of course my intent didn't get through properly, and my owner still eyed the man who'd appeared out of nowhere offering a fortune with clear suspicion.
"Um… getting an appraisal out of nowhere on the street feels a little shady…"
"Haha, young man, you're quite the skeptic. You think I walk around with the Appraiser title for nothing? Once the body measurements are cleanly done, this Rainbow Pearl is yours."
The man casually pulled a brilliantly glowing pearl from his pocket, and seeing that gleam, I thumped my owner's thigh even harder, signaling with my eyes.
Hey, you clueless idiot! It's a newbie support event, okay? Just accept already!
Whether my relentless prodding had any effect or not, my owner eventually caved to the man's smooth persuasion and hesitantly agreed to hand me over for appraisal.
"Th-then, please take care of it. You're just doing a physical exam, right?"
"Of course!"
The Real Mob Appraiser laughed heartily and led me over to a wooden deck, then pulled out a magnifying glass and measuring tools and began carefully examining my condition.
Out in the open, with the gazes of passersby occasionally landing on us, I was having every inch of my body scrutinized under the appraiser's magnifying glass and instruments.
Shame surged all the way to the top of my head, but this was a village inside a Real Mob field that only adults could enter. Real Mobs had no human rights here—whether I got appraised in a place this chaotic or not, not a single passerby would find it strange or try to stop it.
Every time the cold measuring equipment and the appraiser's hands touched my skin, a strange heat began welling up from deep in my belly. Having fully adapted to this female body after yesterday's Essence Charging, even small stimuli made me react with hypersensitivity. But I clenched my teeth and desperately kept a blank expression, fighting to preserve my last shred of pride and composure as a Real Mob.
Hold on… You have to endure this. This is just business for a 500,000-won Rainbow Pearl…!
The appraiser carefully checked my solid bone structure, skin condition, and overall body balance, letting out continuous exclamations of admiration.
"Ooh… Appearance score is highest grade, and the elasticity of the breasts and potential ability values are incredible. This is a rare premium Real Mob that can excel in all kinds of fields."
One after another, "highest grade" ratings came down for nearly every category from face to body. And finally, his hands moved to the last stage of the appraisal—measuring the condition of the most private and important part for a female.
"Alright, Pulnyangi, was it? I need to check the inside too, so could you spread for me?"
The appraiser said he needed to observe the internal health condition and depth more accurately, and asked me to open myself so the interior of my pussy was visible. My face burned with shame, but I closed my eyes, thought of the 500,000-won fortune, and had no choice but to comply with the instruction.
Ugh… Just this and it's 500,000 won…!
Sliiiide—
But apparently me spreading myself wasn't enough. The appraiser used specialized fingers to spread me further himself, carefully observing the deep internal condition, recovery power, and mana density, recording everything in his notebook.
As the instincts of my heated body and my human reason collided violently, I thought only of the Rainbow Pearl and endured this dizzying physical exam.
By the time the lengthy, meticulous appraisal finally wrapped up, we were densely surrounded by trainers and passersby who'd gathered to watch the outdoor appraisal with rapt interest.
The body measurements had been so thorough and enthusiastic that people were looking at me with curious eyes, drawn by the appraiser's continuous gasps of admiration. My face burned with shame, but I desperately clung to my reason and tried to keep a blank expression.
"Alright, appraisal complete! A truly excellent Real Mob, rare to see. Here's the appraisal report and the Rainbow Pearl I promised!"
"Ah, th-thank you!"
Once the appraisal was finally over, my owner received the brilliantly glowing Rainbow Pearl from the appraiser and, face flushed, gathered me up and hurriedly pushed through the crowd of people.
The first touch of another person's hands since I'd come out from behind the monitor—aside from my owner's. Whatever kind of female Real Mob body this was, throughout the entire appraisal the heat and stimulation welling from deep in my belly made me clench and tingle, and I had to pour cold sweat just to hold back climax.
If it had gone on even a little longer, I might have lost my reason and made an embarrassing sound—it had been that close.
But I wasn't the only one who'd been barely holding on.
The moment my owner stopped by a shop and converted the Rainbow Pearl into a fortune of 500,000 won, he immediately dragged me back to the inn room we'd just left and burst inside.
The instant the inn door clicked shut, my owner threw me onto the bed with ragged breathing. My body, heated from being observed and stimulated by a stranger outdoors, and my owner's excitement at holding 500,000 won—the two collided perfectly.
Without hesitation, my owner pulled me close and began thrusting into me. Along with the rough stimulation packing deep into my pussy, the sensation of hot semen being injected into the depths of my womb again and again spread clearly through me.
That intense pleasure of being filled and stretched without a gap. Before my owner, I completely forgot my pride as a Real Mob, took every bit of him, and cried out in ecstasy.
―――♥
Hyaaang♥ My head feels like it's going crazy♥
Pshuuush—! Pshush! Pshush!!
In my whitening vision, I dazedly realized: in this adult game world with no other entertainment to speak of, nothing could possibly feel better than sex—nothing more stimulating, nothing that shook the instincts harder….