Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: 15. Jerking Off. (1)
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The necromancers who had already turned into liches refused to retreat right up to the bitter end. Deprived of their reason, the creatures burned through even their own bodies just to wipe out anything living. ...Well, if they'd had any wits left, they never would've dared attack a major city in the first place.
Once the marquis's mercenary corps threw themselves into the fray, the tide turned in Behimruod's favor in an instant. A Death Knight had appeared on the opposite wall where the Allen Mercenary Corps was fighting too, but the marquis's corps captain took care of it.
...And then, the dawn sky began to brighten bit by bit.
The firmly sealed gates swung open, and a swarm of mercenaries poured out—to mop up the last remnants.
Drained of black mana, the liches could barely put up a fight as the mercenaries beat, stabbed, and sliced them into dust.
And with that, the brutal battle that had raged all night finally drew to a close.
Allen emerged from the gates late, basking in the cheers of victory, and surveyed his battered crew sprawled across the ground. Only three of them—the ones who'd gone after the lich—were unscathed.
One dead, four injured.
The dead man was the tattooed brute Arnold. He'd let his focus slip for just a split second and paid for it with a ghoul's claws.
Captain Aiden's side was torn open so badly his guts were spilling out,
bald one-eyed Billy had lost his left arm clean off,
newbie stroker Christopher's right shoulder was chewed down to the bone,
and blind saintess Odd-Eyes had her right arm smashed to bits.
The redhead mage's mana exhaustion faint was practically cute by comparison.
"Everyone..., good work...."
Allen's hoarse mutter was barely audible. He was on the verge of passing out himself. He flopped down beside his panting, sprawled-out crew and joined them.
The black clouds scattered like smoke, prettily tinged ruby red. The cool air chilled their feverish bodies.
Lying on the sand, the northern warrior Znischa thrust her sword skyward toward the slowly brightening crimson dawn and bellowed like a demon.
"I am..., the north's warrior..., ZNIIISCHAAAAA—!!!"
To the east, where the desert stretched to the horizon,
the sun slowly rose.
Allen spent the whole next day in bed. Truth be told, after one solid nap he felt fine enough to move, but the blankets wrapping so softly around his limbs felt too damn good to leave. He lounged for half the day longer.
The morning after that, fresh from a bath, Allen headed to the dining hall and found his crew huddled together.
"Ooh, Captaiin."
Bald one-eyed Billy proudly flashed his reattached left arm as he greeted his leader good morning.
Allen smiled easily and went to them, patting each shoulder in turn while asking how their wounds were healing.
As the captain sat and started filling bowls with food, Billy sidled up, gasping in awe and making a huge fuss.
"I still can't believe it, man. That horde of ghouls charging at us all at once..., whoa.... You had to be there to get it—real talk!"
"Go home and brag your ass off. What else you gonna brag about?"
"Lifetime supply of booze money earned, that's what. Heh heh."
Honestly, Allen still felt like it was all a dream.
But they had survived. That's why they could even joke about it. From what he could tell, plenty of other mercenary outfits had taken heavy losses. Losing just one man made the Allen Mercenary Corps a standout.
"Odd-Eyes, how's the arm?"
"All good now. Good as new."
"Knew our saintess was tough, but damn, didn't know she was that badass. Smashing that armored fucker—with her fists, no less!"
Billy threw wild punches at the air, and Znischa, sitting beside him, smacked the back of his head. "Shut up and eat."
"You all busted your asses, so bonuses will be fat. Job's done—rest up, party hard. ...Though the funeral vibes are kinda killing it."
"Hell yeah!"
They cheered at the words they'd been waiting for. What mercenary hates money? Otherwise they'd be jerking off for a living.
As the crew finished eating and filed out, there was Rudra the mercenary leader waiting in the dining hall corridor again. ...No prizes for guessing who she was there for.
Bald one-eyed Billy grinned slyly and whispered in Allen's ear.
"Don't worry 'bout us, boss. Go have your fun."
"...Fun, my ass."
The crew scampered off, leaving Allen face-to-face with Rudra. An unstoppable smile bloomed on her lips.
"Allen, mercenary leader. ...How's the body holding up?"
"Slept a full day—good as new. ...Well, I didn't do much fighting. Ha ha."
"Glad to hear it."
"You aren't hurt anywhere...?"
"I'm fine too."
She brushed her bangs behind her ear, eyes darting around, then carefully spoke up.
"Um..., thanks. For saving my life."
Saving her?
Allen's mind blanked for a second before the scene flashed back: blind saintess Odd-Eyes versus the Death Knight. She'd nearly been bisected by its blade if Odd-Eyes hadn't swooped in at the last moment!
"Oh, uh, yeah.... Colleague in peril? Gotta save 'em. I'd have ordered it no matter who was there."
...So humble too!
"Still, I wanted to say thanks properly."
"Anyway, really glad you're safe. Losing talent like you would be humanity's loss. And you'll only get greater from here."
She looked ready to melt from the praise. ...At this rate, she'd hit enlightenment where compliments alone made her cum.
"......You'll be a great man too, Allen. I guarantee it."
They spent the moment gilding each other's faces.
"Any, uh..., plans for today?"
"Nah. Nothing special. Planning to crash in my room. Enjoy some downtime for once...."
"Ah, got it....... Rest well then."
Rudra's mouth opened like she had more to say, but she just bid farewell.
"Yeah, you too."
The two nodded politely and went their separate ways.
Back in his room, Allen flopped onto the plush bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
......It's over......
Four long months since leaving the mercenary city of Vermandua. Top-10 leader Viola had probably forgotten his name by now.
Allen was mulling what fancy gear to buy with his payout when someone knocked. Knock knock.
"Yeah, come in."
The door opened, revealing none other than the redhead mage.
Ah—.
The sight of Elena brought back that thick, sticky garden kiss from before. She was already flushed beet red—clearly here with intent.
Nothing stood between them now. Mission clean, alone in a sealed room.
Allen bolted from the bed, lunged at the redhead mage, and devoured her mouth like a madman. She wrapped her arms around his neck like she'd been waiting.
No words needed. Clothes flew off naturally until they were both buck naked in seconds.
Hah... hah...
Allen shoved the redhead mage onto the bed and mounted her. Her plump tits gave off a sweet scent and taste. Like a starving babe, he slurped and suckled her perky nipples.
He hoisted her legs up to her chest, gave her mound a few ass-spanking slaps like pre-injection prep, and was just about to thrust in when...
—Knock knock knock.
Their heads snapped toward the door in unison.
Allen whispered to the redhead mage if she hadn't locked it; she nodded frantically.
Might be a maid tidying up, so he called out to check. No answer meant they'd just barge in.
"Who's there?"
—It's Rudra.
Fuuuck...!
Total curveball. Allen hustled the naked redhead mage into the wardrobe, stuffed her scattered clothes under the covers, yanked on his shirt and pants, smoothed his messy hair a few times, and cracked the door.
Rudra the mercenary leader stood outside, looking a touch embarrassed.
"...I had some unfinished words from earlier. ...Mind if I come in?"
No. Hell no.
"Uh, now's, kinda... not great."
"Just a moment, really."
"...No, it's not that."
Rudra looked dead set on not backing down. Allen had zero intention of letting her in, either.
His dick still throbbed hard, brain total blank. ...But to shoo her off, he had to say something.
"Truth is, I'm, uh, in the middle of some happy time right now...!"
"...Happy, time?"
"J-jerking off—no, masturbating. Self-comfort, y'know.... Ha ha...."
He regretted the words the second they left his mouth, but damn if it didn't work.
Rudra stared at Allen's face like she'd misheard, then snapped back at his awkward grin.
"...Ah, got it. Yeah..., self..., uh, enjoy your happy time...."
She turned stiffly and marched down the hall. Allen sighed in relief, shut the door, and locked it tight.
......He had become a morning jerk-off man.