Goodbye, Indigo

Status window.

Killing Hwaryongwang had bumped me up a level — thirty-one to thirty-two — and my Potential had ticked up two points as well, from forty-five to forty-seven.

The real prize, though, was the fifteen hundred gems sitting in my account. Another fifteen hundred and I'd have the three thousand I owed for the tribute.

Temptation.

I dumped every last gold bar into my inventory and fired the skill. The effect I wanted was the third one.

Convert twenty-five million gold into twenty-five hundred gems.

The moment I locked in the amount, gold drained out of my inventory and the gem count on my status window climbed to match.

Four thousand gems, just like that. I laughed. I couldn't help it. Even after I handed over the three thousand for tribute, I'd still have a thousand left — and a thousand gems was the price of a spare life. If I died, I could burn them and come back.

And the thing that made me even happier: I'd just spent twenty-five million, and I still had over 1.9 billion gold sitting there. Converted, that was a full hundred and ninety thousand gems.

I wouldn't have to worry about tribute gems for a good long while.

Not that I was stupid enough to convert the whole pile. I still needed gold — better weapons, better armor, food, a roof. Burning it all for gems would be idiotic. I wasn't desperate for gems right this second anyway. I could convert at my leisure.

"Let's clean the place out and get moving."

"Yes, Master."

Gold bars weren't the only thing we took. We cherry-picked everything small, light, and expensive — jewels, mostly — and slipped out of the warehouse.

I stopped short the moment we stepped outside. A knot of people had gathered around Hwaryongwang's corpse. For the record, the instant his life went out he'd snapped back to his original form.

"That man is Prince Bison Trilly," Aquaril said, reading them in a glance. "He's brought every fairy and every private soldier he has."

Bison Trilly, huh.

I looked him over with a strange, measuring eye.

Hwaryongwang had been the master of Indigo. He'd locked down the dungeons and cut off every path I had to grow. Princess Prisia Lily had tried to raise me as a weapon for the fight against him, and that had blown up in her face. Of the original Indigo trio, only Prince Bison Trilly had done absolutely nothing — never touched me, never gotten tangled up with me at all.

And that was exactly why, besides me, he was the one walking away with the biggest prize.

I was leaving Indigo. Hwaryongwang was dead. Princess Prisia Lily had lost both of her fairies. The only one whose forces were still intact was Prince Trilly. Who would step into Hwaryongwang's place as Indigo's ruler was so obvious it barely needed saying.

That bastard… should I kill him now?

If I killed him and Princess Prisia Lily too, the beginner quest clear reward would throw in another three hundred gems.

Hmm…

"Eh. I can always kill him later."

"Pardon? What did you say, Master?"

"Nothing. Let's just go get some rest. Getting mixed up with that lot right now would only make us more tired than we already are. We'll go around."

"Yes, Master. This way, then."

I followed Aquaril out of the palace without crossing paths with Trilly's people. Taking her as my fairy had been the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right call. No question.

Aquaril and I went looking for an inn at first light. We needed rest.

"Wow… money really is the best, isn't it?"

The room made the inn I'd been using look like a closet. Clean, spacious, actually good. Three million gold for three nights, and it earned every coin. Calling it an inn was generous — it was a hotel, and it wouldn't have been embarrassed next to one from the modern world.

"Want to wash together?"

"Together… you mean?"

"Yeah. What, you don't want to? We can wash separately if you'd rather."

"N-no! I'd love that, Master! I very much want to wash with you!"

The suggestion startled her so badly she all but glowed, those burning eyes making her case for her. I shrugged, stripped, and followed her into the shower.

"I-I'll wash you, Master."

"Yeah? Go ahead, then."

She said it like a prayer, eyes shining with something close to desperation. A woman who looked like Aquaril offering to bathe you — there wasn't a man alive who'd turn that down.

"Hahh… then I'll begin."

It was a shower. I had no idea why she was treating it like a duel. She drew a long breath and set her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face with the same grim resolve she'd worn against Hwaryongwang.

Slowly, she came toward me.

Holy shit. I'm going to lose my mind.

Just looking at her — not a thread on her — was enough. I was already thickening. Heavy teardrop breasts, the Uroboros tattoo coiled like a Möbius strip across her lower belly, legs that went on forever. A beauty I wouldn't have dared speak to in my last life was about to wash me.

She turned the shower on and ran the water over both of us, then worked the puff into a thick lather and started spreading it over herself. That dizzying body vanished under a slide of white foam.

"Master, this way…"

She'd soaped her chest with particular care. Then she sat me down on the stool, stepped behind me, and used those generous breasts the way another woman would use a sponge, dragging the lather across my back.

Oh, fuck.

I flinched at the softness. I didn't know her exact size, but those had to be Ds, maybe Es — and she was rubbing them over me. I'd already been hard from the sight of her. Now my cock ached, stiff enough to hurt, and I was leaking precum like an idiot.

When she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠worked my back over with thorough, devoted care, her hands slid around to the front. Hands too fine to belong to a woman who lived by the sword closed around a cock that had gone thick and hard as a club.

"Ah…"

"Ah…"

We made the same sound for different reasons. I was reacting to that delicate grip. She was reacting to the heat and the iron of what she'd just taken hold of.

She kept rubbing her breasts against my back and, at the same time, started stroking — a slow, even slide, up and down. The pleasure was sharp enough to make me shake.

"Heh."

She felt the tremor and let out a small, pleased little laugh. Then, like she was teasing me on purpose, she took her hand away. Hey — why? It was just getting good!

She came around and stood in front of me. Most of the foam on her chest had slid off, leaving the shape of her breasts and the pink nipples clinging, almost pitifully, at their tips.

Huh. That's something. I sucked on those things plenty and they haven't darkened at all. That's real strawberry-milk pink.

"Mmph—!"

She pulled me into her. My face sank into her chest. Softness so complete it didn't feel real.

She held my head there and rubbed herself against me, then slowly sank, the foam on her body transferring onto mine as she went.

"Haa… now I'll do your arms as well."

Her breath was already hot. She settled onto my right thigh, tucked my right arm into the valley of her breasts, and started to move.

"Nnh… haa… haaung… nnh~!"

The sounds coming out of her were not innocent. She'd sat down with her legs open, and every shift of her hips dragged my thigh against her pussy. I couldn't have told you whether the wetness on my leg was water or her.

"Haa… Master… am I doing well?"

She asked it between unsteady breaths. Those eyes — wet, shining — told me she was further gone than I was.

The last thread of reason I'd been clinging to, barely, finally snapped.

Ah… I really can't hold back anymore.

Honestly, lasting this long had been a miracle.

"Nnh… haah?!"

I hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her clean off the stool. I lined myself up and dropped her.

She was so wet the slide was effortless — I sank to the root in a single motion, glans kissing the mouth of her womb, and crushed her against me. The soap made her slick. Soft. Everywhere.

I wrapped my left arm around her back, grabbed a handful of that taut ass with my right, and started to move — hard, no patience left in it. Aquaril's voice broke open for real.

"Nnh! M-Master…! Hyaaaang~!"

Her pussy clamped down like it had a mind of its own. God, what a filthy, greedy little thing it was.

"Kh— I'm gonna come, Aquaril!"

"Yes, Master! Give me all of your seed!"

I'd been wound too tight for too long. The climax piled up fast — and her pussy being that good didn't help. I drove in to the hilt and emptied everything I'd been holding back into her.

"Hyaaaaang~!"

She came with me, shaking apart, spilling around me in a rush of heat.

"Haa… haa…"

The orgasm took the strength out of her. She sagged against my chest, gone limp. This was a woman who had never once looked tired in a fight, and a single round of sex had done this to her.

"Let's rinse the soap off first. Then we continue in the room."

"Yeees… Master… nnh…"

I kissed her — slow, wet, lingering. Her tongue was as soft as the rest of her.

We washed the foam away and took the fight to the bed. Aquaril went down on all fours like a dog, and I took her by the shoulders and snapped my hips into her from behind, hard enough that the whole frame answered.

Whoever runs this hotel knows their clientele.

A huge mirror faced the bed. I got to watch her face while I fucked her — mouth open, eyes unfocused, coming apart on my cock.

With me she was endlessly soft, endlessly gentle. With anyone else she was ice. Frost down to the bone. I had never once seen her smile in front of other people.

That woman was completely disarmed now. A face drowned in pleasure. Those heavy breasts swaying every time I drove in. Sounds no one else would ever hear out of her.

I was the only one who got to see Aquaril like this — undone, filthy, mine — and that fact alone wound me tighter.

I picked up the pace. Her ass rippled every time it met my hips. I held the climax as long as I could, then spent myself inside her a second time.

"Kyaaaaunn~!"

One of the nicer perks of sleeping with a fairy: no contraception. Fairies look exactly like humans, but they aren't. A master and a fairy can go at it as much as they want. She will never get pregnant. So I poured into her without a second thought.

"Haa… haa…"

"Kh… Aquaril, your pussy is the best…"

"Nnh!"

The afterglow hit and I draped myself over her back, taking the pause while I had it. My hands slid forward and found her breasts, kneading, watching them change shape under my fingers.

"Suck."

"Yes, Master… nnh…"

I pulled out and put myself in front of her face. She took me into her mouth like she'd been waiting for the order — my cum on me, her own juices on me, and not a flicker of hesitation. If anything she looked happy. Devoted. She sucked me with the same earnest care she brought to everything else, and a cock that had started to soften after coming went hard all over again.

I laid her on her back and pushed back in.

"Haaunn?!"

The first time I had her, I'd come three times. I wondered what the number looked like now.

Today seemed like a good day to find out.

I fucked her without a pause and let myself enjoy every sound she made.

"Haaang! Nnh! Haaunn~!"

We rested at the hotel for three days. Then we checked out and left Indigo.

Until now, the sewers had been the only way in or out. With Hwaryongwang dead, that was no longer necessary. Aquaril and I walked out through the gates like we owned them.

When Indigo had fallen far enough behind us, I looked back.

And I shouted at it.