Siron Finally Calls Me Oppa
Having finished testing the performance, we had no more business with the merchant guild, so we decided to head out quickly. Luckily, the Bonk Girl—who I'd suspected had something loose in her head—regained her senses and awareness of us in a flash.
Thanks to her polite guidance, we made it back down to the entrance we'd come in through.
"Ah, wait outside for a sec first."
"What?"
"Got something to ask her. Just hang out outside for a bit."
"……Hurry up."
Siron shot me a half-lidded glare before heading out with Giena and the soldiers.
The quiet hallway was left with just me and the Bonk Girl. She stared at me, her face tense as hell.
"Hey, uh…"
"Y-yes?"
I lowered my voice, and she scooted closer, quick on the uptake. Not pressing her body against mine or anything—just bringing her ear near.
"You guys handle stuff like aphrodisiacs or whatever?"
"Aphro…disiacs?"
She whipped around to face me, her expression pure panic as she whispered back. I ignored my burning cheeks and nodded.
"Or, y'know, stuff that's good for guys…"
"Ah, w-well… If you're looking to buy, we could probably get it for you, but…"
Her face flushed beet red in an instant. Eyes downcast, she mumbled,
"Y-you don't seem like the type who needs something like that…"
"Huh?"
"N-no, I-I mean, no, forget I said that! Just loose talk…!!"
She flailed her hands wildly, shaking her head like it might snap off. Come to think of it, she'd been kneeling next to Siron when I was giving Kalum her "proper education." No wonder—if she'd seen my impressive package in action without any context, she'd think that.
Though honestly, Siron's petals were even more bewitching than my equipment. Not like I was lacking in stamina or anything. Anyway.
"But… those things are pretty pricey… And to buy, you'd have to sign a verification form yourself. That okay?"
"How much we talking?"
The flush drained from her face as business kicked in, money shoving aside thoughts of my junk.
"Depends on the item… But the cheapest one's made from male goblin genitals—about five gold coins."
Hmm. Maybe skip eating that one. No, snap out of it, Smith, you perv. I nearly gagged at her words but held it down. If it'll fill in my weak spots, whatever—who cares about taste right now? Self-reflection on my gluttony aside, I asked,
"Got it. What's this verification form?"
"Women possessing aphrodisiacs is illegal."
"Aphro…disiacs? Wait, what?"
"……?"
She tilted her head at my question. I was the confused one now. Why the hell are stamina boosters classified as aphrodisiacs? But asking here felt off, so I shut up. I'd grill Siron later.
"Never mind. So?"
"Yes. So to prove the buyer requesting production is male, you sign the verification yourself."
"Gotcha."
Fair enough.
"Alright, noted. If you're still around later, we'll talk then."
"Ah, yes."
She bowed politely, and I waved lazily as I headed out.
"I'll be in my room if you need me."
After wrapping up our city sightseeing, we returned to the castle. Giena said her goodbyes in front of Siron's room and headed to her quarters.
"You really coming in?"
"Obviously."
"……Do what you want."
She pouted at my resolve but eventually opened the door. I followed her in, thinking as I went.
Thanks to the escort soldiers, we avoided any hassle from random women picking fights, letting us stroll peacefully. But their presence—and the stares from others—meant we couldn't roam freely.
Even meals were awkward. With just Siron and Giena, we'd have hit some eatery and chowed down comfortably. But with the guards, I felt self-conscious and just grabbed street stall grub to share.
Hell, whenever we approached a shop, a soldier would go in first, say something to the owner and customers. By the time we entered, the lively buzz went dead silent.
Part of it was women staring daggers at my face until Siron or Giena's pressure made them look away. But mostly, it was the soldiers overdoing it.
So we ditched wandering midway. It's not like today was our only shot—and we'd nailed our main goal: scouting the temple's location. Satisfied with that.
Not sure about every city, but Bazelan—like Molingta—had a dedicated temple district. And yeah, the Rapitera temple of abundance was the grandest. No surprise there, but Bazelan's priestesses were abundantly blessed in the chest department too.
Anyway, that's why we got back to the castle way earlier than planned, and now here I am, chilling in Siron's room.
The reason? Her weird behavior since leaving the city, and discussing our future sex life.
Sounds odd phrased that way, but nothing else fits.
"So…?"
Unlike me on the sofa, Siron perched on the bed's edge, staring me down.
Jump straight in felt abrupt, and I realized I hadn't properly told her about yesterday. So I started there.
"Eh, pretty much what you figured."
She snorted knowingly, crossing her legs.
"Fucking pervert—loses his shit around any big-titted bitch."
"Ow. Calling your oppa a perv?"
"Wh-wh-wh-who the fuck is 'oppa' y-you…!!"
She bolted upright, face crimson. I flinched, half-expecting a nuclear bonk like the one that addled the Bonk Girl. But she just shuddered and sat back down.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat awkwardly. Truth was, my eyes did wander to big chests a lot. But I'm no perv. Just natural guy reaction. Anyway.
"Hey, Siron."
She glared, cheeks still blazing—pissed or embarrassed, who knows.
Careful not to fuck up and get bonked, I filtered my words mentally before speaking.
"Y'know, you've been dodging me sneaky-like since we left the city. Even now, you get close then pull away sometimes."
"……."
Her glaring eyes wavered huge, flush fading fast.
"Mind telling me why?"
"That's…"
She glanced away, lips parting then closing. I didn't push, just waited silently.
"……That damn priestess said you collapsed because of me…"
"The High Priestess?"
Siron nodded faintly at the floor, continuing softly.
"Said humans hooking up with other races… it always ends in ruin."
She looked up. Her ruby eyes—extra red today—locked on mine.
"You knew… I'm not human, right?"
I pondered. What to say? Bluntly, without the system telling me, I'd never have guessed Siron wasn't human till I croaked.
After mulling, I met her gaze steadily.
"Human or not, who gives a shit? To me, you're just Siron."
"……Huh?"
Her brow twitched. I held her stare.
"……."
"……."
She glared long and hard, then sighed in disbelief, shaking her head.
"Moron… You look different from other bitches—stands out like hell—and you didn't notice? Real fucking idiot… Weirdo. Freak…."
"Wh-whoa?"
I jumped up. Her eyes were welling up.
No, Siron—why cry all sudden?
"Built like a damn dude for a girl… No fear at all… Other guys would've shat themselves and flopped over—instead you smile all nice, fucking hell…."
Tears brimmed as she muttered. Sounded like our first meeting. Those two dudes—faces forgotten now—freaking out, rolling on the floor while I trimmed my nails. Back then, clueless, I figured Siron was just scary-ass adventurer. Not knowing her ferocity, I approached smiling to get shit done.
No way she fell for me then? Damn, sinful bastard.
…Wait, no.
"Hey, Siron? My bad, all of it…"
Please don't cry. Breaks my heart.
I approached slowly, her eyes near spilling.
She scrunched her face.
"Don't come closer!! Get near me and you die, idiot?!"
Precisely, too much sex kills—but she didn't know the details.
I inched toward raging Siron, super slow.
"Siron, hear me out first. And don't say that— you planning to ghost me from now on?"
"Th-that…!!"
Hesitation. I pounced, tackling her onto the bed in a hug.
"Eek…?!"
Her girly squeak—rare as hell.
"Y-you…!!"
"There there, good girl."
She could toss me anytime but held back, fearing I'd get hurt—just fidgeting hands. I wiped her eyes gently.
Dried the near-tears, then crushed the flushing, lip-trembling Siron in a tight hug!! Rubbed my cheek on her soft one for good measure.
"Siron."
"……."
Realizing I wasn't letting go, she clamped her mouth and turned away. Pouting cute as fuck. Wanted to bonk past-me for trash-talking this adorable Siron.
Anyway, buried my face in her turned neck.
"Siron, remember when you and Kernax fucked up? I stayed in her office alone waiting for the overseer. Collapsed then too."
"What?!"
She whipped back, eyes wide shocked.
I seized the moment, tilting up for a light lip peck.
"Mmph……."
Her eyes bugged bigger. Pulled back; she worked her lips, staring.
"That collapse? Real deal."
"Wh-why tell me now……."
"Here's the thing."
I patted her back as she scowled, spilling what happened—what I heard.
"……You fucking idiot!!"
"Ow!! Agh!! S-Siron, hurts!! For real!!"
Done listening, she bit my neck savagely—baffled and pissed, weird mix.
Hurt like a bitch.
"Could've died—why?! Fucking moron?!"
"But… felt too good, what to do."
"That's no excuse……!!"
Looking back, yeah—I was reckless dumbass. But hey, Siron's that lovable.
"Means I love you that much—why so mad? Hm?"
"Idiot… Fucking idiot… Pervert…!!"
Tear-glazed eyes cursed me nonstop. I wiped 'em, patted her back till she calmed.
"……."
"Better now?"
"…Dunno, moron."
She'd cussed my ears raw. Seemed calmer; now face-buried in my chest, hiding.
This was cute too. I stroked her soft red locks.
"But Siron, I heard a way to fix it."
"……What?"
She peeked up, shocked again.
"Not guaranteed, but from a reliable source."
"Who."
"This… person. Anyway, fixing it needs your help too."
"……."
She stared blank.
"For real reliable? What if… it goes wrong…."
"It's fine. Worst case, owe the temple another favor."
"Hey!! Don't just—mmph?!"
I sealed her scolding lips with mine.
"Pwah… Y-you mmph…!!"
Sealed, parted, repeat.
"……."
Ripe-apple-faced Siron pouted, dodging my eyes.
If reversed, I'd balk too. But this time, not winging it blind. Well, kinda am…? Anyway, staying sharp, rational—max three rounds, no strain. Less sex means less life drain, so no passing out like when I emptied my balls.
I cupped her dodging cheek softly, turning her to me. Ruby eyes resigned.
Staring into them,
"You'll help, right?"
"…Just once. Collapse again… then……."
"Hey now, decide later—say you'll help first?"
She nodded, reluctant.
Good enough. Deadly serious now,
"Siron."
"Wh-what?"
She stiffened too. I said gravely,
"Call me oppa."
"……."
Her face crumpled fast. I rushed,
"No joke—really need it. For real."
"……Seriously?"
"Dead serious."
Half-scrunched glare piercing me, then she bit her lip. Looked away fully.
I waited patiently. Lip-twitching, she glanced up, whispering tiny,
"……Oppa."