Bath Confessions and the God Company Chatroom

"Siron."

"No. Endure it with your chest. Your dick's been pounding my pussy so hard it hurts, you fuck."

"No... not that."

Siron and I spent two days in a sloppy, indulgent rest, and now, with just a little time left before checkout, we're soaking amicably in the tub together. Since she gave permission for the chest, I fiddled with Siron's marshmallow-soft breasts and her stiffly erect nipples.

"About me getting kidnapped. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Was that all planned?"

"Ngh... don't pinch... Yeah. It was all planned."

"I see."

"You pissed off?"

"Nah?"

No bullshit, I wasn't thinking much about it. I just loved how her drug-like tits clung to my hands.

"There've been cases of guys living in the city or slaves vanishing without a trace for a while now. The guards thought that fucker James was suspicious."

"Who's James?"

"...You idiot. That asshole you were beefing with."

"Oh."

Come to think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of it, Dalia, who fed me that suspicious wine, had the coachman send a letter to some guy named James.

"Fuckin' hell. So that asshole's name was James."

"Sigh... This is why you just get screwed over. Idiot."

"That's my charm."

"Bullshit."

Her mouth's as foul as ever, but I know she's saying it out of worry for me. And why not? Siron's a total tsun-dere. Plus, the fact she lets me grope her tits and kiss her neck without complaint is the clearest proof.

"But from what I heard, they were just suspicious, and he hid it damn well. How'd they plan to use me as bait?"

"I don't know the details. I'm silver-rank, so I just overheard it when I got roped in by chance."

"...What? You didn't join to save me?"

"Kuh...! I, I told you not to pinch!! You idiot!! I wouldn't have taken the request if it wasn't for your ass!!"

"Oh, that's how it is?"

"Y-yeah... So don't twist my nipple. I'll really lose it if I cum now."

"Sorry."

To apologize for being a dick, I massaged the undersides of her breasts.

"But those thief bitches didn't seem ordinary."

"Word is, they're one of the kingdom's top ten human trafficking groups."

"Whoa shit. So they were a big deal?"

"Yeah, pretty much. But not against me."

True enough. The skill that smashed the head of the thief bitch who creampied me without permission in one hit doesn't fade.

"I knew you were badass. What about those shiny-armored folks who came with you?"

"...You ignorant fuck. What do you even know."

"I was busy learning letters. When would I have time for more?"

"Hmph, showoff. Idiot."

"So what are they?"

"Knights under Viscount Filoria."

"Filoria? Viscount?"

What the hell? Sounds like knights under some big shot.

"Sigh... He rules seven cities including Molingta and guards the kingdom's western border. That's Viscount Filoria. Got it?"

"So, super strong guys under a big deal, right?"

"Yeah... Think of it that way. Anyway, for nobles with territories, kidnappings in their lands—especially of men—are a huge disgrace."

I got the picture. Those thief bitches kept stupidly repeating "You mad?" "Yeah, mad." "You mad?" until Viscount Filoria snapped. Ruling seven cities means tons of cash and intel. No matter how clean they were, staying too long leaves traces. Probably got caught that way. Looking back, they were fucking morons.

"So, they were tailing me from the start?"

"...You idiot. What's your status right now?"

"Guild receptionist."

"You fuck. You're still a slave. Slave."

"Oh, right. I was a slave."

I'd been getting paid and treated well by the girls around, so I forgot for a sec. Yeah, Smith here's a slave. Suddenly feeling depressed. When I'm down, pinching Siron's chewy nipples is the cure.

Pinch pinch pinch!!

"Eek?! Y-you...!!"

"Heh... Ngh?!"

I was happily tormenting her nipples when Siron gripped my dick like she was gonna burst it, forcing my surrender.

"I told you not to!!"

"...Sorry."

"...You can do it inside later. It really hurts, that's all."

She's the one in the wrong? Nah, I'm the jerk, but her fidgety cuteness chases away my gloom.

"Anyway, you're a slave with the slave mark. The guild master's mark has location tracking. Cost a fortune."

"Gasp...!!"

Me, a human GPS? Kinda creepy.

"That's all you wanna know?"

"Yeah. Done."

Siron gently pushed away my groping hands and stood up. For a split second, her pale ass brushed my nose—pure bliss. It smelled like sweet flowers.

"Stay put here till checkout. Don't go anywhere."

"Huh? Where you going?"

"Bank and buying you some proper clothes, you fuck."

"Clothes? Why clothes all sudden."

"...From now on, only wear what I buy you. Got it?"

"Uh, sure. If you're buying, I'll wear 'em gratefully."

"Anyway, I'll handle my stuff. Stay put till I get back. Got it? Don't follow some bitch just 'cause she lets you grope tits like a moron."

"...Am I a kid?"

"You fuck. Would a kid follow for tit gropes? That's why I'm saying this. H-how... obsessed are you?"

"Ahem."

I awkwardly scratched my head, my half-hard dick peeking out of the water like a turtle head.

"Anyway. Answer?"

"I'll stay put till you return. Go worry-free."

"Hmph..."

Siron haughtily turned and left the bathroom. Alone, I sank deeper into the tub and muttered.

"God Company."

"Whoa..."

My eyes spun from the dizzying text. Now that I think about it again, the company I interviewed at wasn't normal. At first, the name seemed kinda childish, but seeing this virtual text in another world makes "God" look fucking terrifying.

"But no help menu—just a status window or something."

I stared at the floating virtual window, eyes landing on "Group Chat" at the bottom. So, a chat room for people like me, dumped in this world clueless? Might get useful info. I dove in.

"Group Chat Entry."

The status window vanished, replaced by something like a KakaoTalk group chat.

The system notice of my entry barely finished before these unhinged usernames started spamming like brain-dead maniacs. The scroll speed was insane—hard to even read.

The rapid chat halted, then exploded on the new announcement.

The question from the announcer hit me; I dazedly tapped the virtual keyboard.

I named it, but explaining was tricky. Then...

The mad chat rush restarted; my head spun.

...And more lmaos.

The bipolar frenzy calmed. Felt like dealing with actual psychos. Anyway, question time—hit 'em with the big one first.

Boss(?)'s answer explained the crazy energy. Someone said first newbie in 50 years—fuck, these guys have been here at least 50. Brains'd be fried. Felt like glimpsing my future self. No real hopes, I asked about returning to Earth.

"Sex...?"

Fuck, I can go back to Earth? My dick perked up in shock. That happy, huh.