Taming the Blood Shark and Shadows in Bazelan
5th floor private room.
"Siron. How long you gonna keep that up?"
"Shut up...!!"
Even as I called out to her, Siron stayed sprawled face-down on my bed, kicking at the covers like a tantrum-throwing kid.
It'd been about two hours since I'd roughly cleaned her up after she passed out from our forceful sex and carried her back to my room. She'd come to around thirty minutes ago.
The moment she regained consciousness, she'd stared at me blankly for a second before her face turned beet red like a boiling kettle, and she'd yanked the blanket over her head.
My guess? Bits of what we'd said and done during sex were hitting her now, and she was writhing in embarrassment. Well, from midway through, she hadn't exactly been in her right mind, but yeah, that tracked.
Honestly, even I thought some of the questions I'd thrown at her were a bit much. And when you factor in her begging me to spank her ass herself... yeah, that'd be pretty mortifying.
I sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted the corner of the blanket she was hiding under.
"Come on out already."
"Ngh..."
Our eyes met for a split second, and Siron's shoulders twitched.
"Hurry up."
"......"
She opened her mouth like she wanted to snap back, but clamped it shut and kicked the blanket off, sitting up.
I patted my thigh without a word.
And slide...
Siron crawled over on her knees, laid her ass across my lap, and snuggled into my arms.
Looks like her promise to submit when it was just us wasn't empty talk. Her body's holding up fine now, too, but it's still too early to be sure, so I'll have to test that out over time.
One thing's for damn sure, though.
"Ngh... ah."
"Haa~ Feels good no matter when I touch 'em."
Siron's gone extremely obedient. Every time I kneaded her perfectly swollen tits, tiny groans slipped from her tightly pursed lips.
I rubbed my cheek against the nape of Siron's neck as she nestled against me, her cheeks flushed.
"Can I bite?"
"Do whatever if you wanna..."
She grumbled, but tilted her head to the side, making it easier for me to reach.
So cute. Instead of biting, I gave it a lick.
Lick.
"...Pervert."
"Yeah. Can't deny it today. But you were just as pent-up as me...!!"
"Sh-sh-sh-shut your trap!!"
Siron frantically squirmed and clapped her hand over my mouth. I never knew her eyes could go that wide.
"Th-that...!! You kept making me... ughhh..."
She started defending herself like she was pissed, but her voice trailed off smaller and smaller until it was just pathetic whimpers, and she finally shut up.
Her hand slowly slid off my mouth, and I leaned in close to her ear.
"Pervert."
"Eek...♥"
Siron's waist shuddered in my arms.
Teasing her more might lead to disaster, so I ended the play by lightly nipping her scorching-hot ear.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As I held Siron—steam practically rising from her head—we heard a knock at my door.
—Smith. You in there?
"Ah, come in!!"
Right after I answered, Kernax stepped in—not in her armor from this morning, but light casual clothes.
She glanced at me and Siron in my lap, tilting her head.
"The vibe's... kinda different."
"H-haa?!"
Siron jolted up in shock from my arms.
I was about to tease her to sit back down, but shut my mouth. Her submission was only when we were alone.
Plus, during sex she'd half-agreed not to spank anymore, but that wasn't exactly sober, so no clue if it'd stick.
Pushing it here? High chance I'd get a brutally painful noogie, promises be damned.
"Came early, huh? Thought you'd swing by around dinner."
Kernax, who'd been watching Siron fume as she stood, turned to me.
"Was scouting terrain, but it's all open plains, so no need to linger."
"Gotcha."
"Ahem... so anyway."
Kernax blushed faintly, glancing at Siron.
Siron, still huffing, let out a "Ha." like it was ridiculous.
"Why not just yell you're in heat all over town."
"Hmph. Guess you can sit this one out then."
"That... I don't want."
Siron snuck a peek at me, then snorted and glared at Kernax provocatively.
Things were heading for a fight, so I hopped off the bed.
"Ahem. Bit early, but how about we grab some dinner and chat?"
They glared at each other a beat, then nodded.
"Huh. Never guessed that backstory."
Over an early dinner in my room, I'd spilled everything to Kernax and Giena, whom I'd called for the meal.
Kernax stared darkly at Siron after hearing it all.
"Why hide it this whole time?"
"...No reason to blab."
"Guess my trust's lacking."
"Th-that's...!! N-not... it."
Kernax nodded quietly as Siron raised her voice briefly, then pouted with her head down.
"Never pegged you for a heteromorph, though."
"...Ha? For real?"
Siron looked up, incredulous.
"Yeah. Your teeth and eyes seemed a tad off compared to others, but..."
Kernax eyed me pointedly.
"Considering you're lovers with Smith, who'd call you a heteromorph?"
"Well... true."
Suddenly, all three women—including Giena—eyed me like I was some freak.
What? I'm normal. It's the guys here scared of non-human women who're weird.
I turned to Giena, whose face had darkened subtly.
"Giena, ever heard anything like this?"
"...Sadly, no."
Figured someone over a century old might know, but nope—she was hearing it for the first time.
"I'll look into it personally."
"Appreciate that."
The horn submission seemed effective so far, but not confirmed, so I thanked her profusely.
Then to all three watching me:
"The fix I heard seems to work, at least. So, good or bad, mind waiting till I'm sure?"
I looked at Kernax.
"This time... I'll yield."
She smiled wryly and nodded.
"But after this, you yield next."
"...Fine."
Siron grumbled but nodded too.
See? They bicker, but they're tight. Always looking out for each other.
As I watched them fondly, Giena stood, face still dark.
"I'll head out then. Send cleanup crew on my way."
"Ah, yeah. Good night."
"Yes... you too, Smith, everyone."
Giena bowed slightly and left.
Kernax, who'd exchanged looks with Siron, stood too.
"Guess I'll call it here."
"Huh? Leaving?"
"That 'fix' looks like a two-person experiment."
"Fair."
I nodded. Way later, maybe, but right now? If I told Siron to call me oppa and spank her ass in front of Kernax, she'd punt me into orbit.
Today's deed was done, so no more dick-teasing, but pleasuring my lovers with the rest of my body? Endless options.
I stood, approached Kernax watching me quietly, and hugged her waist.
"Smith... ngh?"
I slid my hand down to grope her plump ass, and a lewd moan escaped her lips.
I opened my other arm to Siron, who was staring.
She stood slyly, walked over, and wrapped her waist in my hand just like Kernax.
I gripped their overflowing asses hard and pulled them close.
Far from resisting, they rubbed their tits against my chest, gazing up with eager eyes.
To them, I whispered lovingly:
"No sex... but I've got plenty of ways to make you two happy."
I headed to the bathroom with my heating-up duo.
* * *
Bazelan south street. [Merman's Shelter]
"Kahahaha!! Scott!! Two more barley ales here!!"
"Here too!!"
"Deer leg roast extra!!"
"Yesss~ Coming right up~!!"
The tavern was packed—no empty seats—as a handsome young man in an apron dashed around.
Pat pat. Stroke stroke. Slap slap slap.
Drunken women groped his ass or thighs as he passed, but...
"That's five fairy tale coins extra each~"
He grinned cheekily at the tables that touched him.
The women laughed gaily and chugged their drinks.
The noisy tavern door swung open.
"Welcome... huh?"
Scott, beaming to greet the customer, blinked.
A cute boy had wandered in alone to this rough adventurer haunt.
Scott handed off his orders to other waitress girls and approached.
"Lost, kid?"
"No. Got business here."
"Hmm... alright?"
The boy nodded.
Scott hesitated. They didn't turn away customers, but a kid like this? Drunks might cause trouble.
No can do.
As Scott decided to send him off—
"A mermaid sings mournfully at the blue sea's end, parted from her mate."
"...?"
Scott tilted his head at the boy's cryptic line.
Then a waitress hounded by pissy customers—since Scott ditched—rushed over, slapped his shoulder.
"Scott. I'll handle here, deal with those bratty bitches. Ugh, without you, every pain-in-the-ass."
"Uh... should I?"
"Yeah yeah. Go."
"Ah, okay."
Scott glanced at the boy, then vanished into the crowd.
Once he was far, the waitress turned to the boy—her playful gaze on Scott now ice-cold.
The boy pulled a heavy-looking pouch from his pocket.
Waitress Jenny snatched it, tucked it in her apron.
She leaned to his ear.
"Left alley, door on the right. Knock up three, down five. Go straight in. No detours."
She dipped back into the chaos.
The boy exited as told, into the adjacent alley.
Deep in, where no moonlight reached, a rickety wooden door jutted from the wall.
Up three, down five.
Creeeak— It opened with a grimace-worthy groan.
He pushed in, paused. Closing the door now? Pitch black—you couldn't tell direction.
Hesitating, he stepped into the dark.
Click.
Door shut, light vanished—or so he thought. Instead, a faint glow flickered ahead.
He sighed inwardly, followed it.
Up close: a magic lantern softly glowing by a door.
The boy—the boy—carefully pushed the door with the lantern.
"Huh? What the fuck. This hairless little shit."
In the middling room, a woman lounged with feet on the desk, chair tilted back, scowling.
"Don't just stand there like a retard. Here for a job? Shut the door and get in."
She tossed her long brown ponytail back, thumped her desk-foot.
Finally, the boy shut the door and entered.
"Ah, only I sit here, so stand and talk. Piss you off? Door's open."
"......"
Even paying for a commission, he couldn't retort.
"Mute?"
"No..."
"Fuck. Then spit it out. Think I got time to waste?"
He barely swallowed a 'looks like it?' and stated his business.
"In three days, a man coming to watch the territory war broadcast by the merchant guild. Desert-born, tanned skin, huge build like a woman. Black hair. Obvious at a glance."
"We don't take guy-related jobs. Fuck off."
"Not him—next to him, redhead and orange-haired adventurers. Handle those two."
The woman's head cocked oddly, feet still up.
"No need to kill. Stir shit, pick a fight, just separate 'em from him briefly. Till he leaves north street. Advance: 10 gold. Success: 30 more. Deal?"
"Hmm~ And if fail?"
"No penalty refund."
"Oho~ Tempting."
"Then—"
Thwack!!
The boy froze, mouth half-open.
A chill breeze grazed his cheek, then a heavy thunk behind.
He swallowed, turned. A honed dagger embedded in the wall.
"Listened to your bullshit like confetti. Now scram. Or I hack limbs and sell you as pet toy for bigshots?"
"......"
Boy paled.
She waved lazily; door slid open.
"Out."
"......"
He stared, then fled.
Soon after, someone slipped in silently, shut the door. Jenny from the tavern.
"Tail him?"
"Nah."
Jenny nodded.
"But no penalty? Pocket the advance at least. Waste sending him empty-handed."
"Jenny."
"...Why always butcher my name."
"Shut it, Jenny."
"What."
"We ain't gutter trash scraping scraps from slum randos."
"Says you, but 10 gold's hefty."
"Sigh... When'd I raise that bitch to retire. Gotta hurry and fuck our cute Scott happily ever after."
"You fuck him plenty now—"
"Cut your tongue?"
"No."
"Good."
She pulled a paper from desk drawer. Afternoon report.
Detailed the boy's ID, every move today.
They shared intel to avoid duplicate jobs.
"Jenny."
"...What now."
"Why no girls like us under Filoria house lands?"
"...How'd I know. Strict crackdowns?"
"Nope."
She eyed Jenny pitifully.
Jenny sulked.
"Why then."
"Winter nights are longest, darkest."
"...What bullshit. Drunk?"
"Fuck off, go pickpocket Scott-gropers before they cornholed."
"Fuck... tell me straight!! Always cryptic solo bullshit—how am I supposed to know?!"
Jenny sassed back, fled the room.
"When to plop her ass here."
The woman tsked, shook her head.