Siron's Night Fairy Unveiled
"Hoo!!"
After lightly jogging a few laps around the open training ground, my shirt and panties were soaked through with sweat dripping down, leaving my whole body damp. As the sun rose, adventurers started trickling into the area one by one, eyeing me hungrily and swallowing hard—but that was par for the course. Hell, it'd feel weird if they didn't.
"Oh, Vizelin!"
"Hey~ Long time no see."
I spotted Vizelin waiting in front of my door and hurried over, thrilled to see her.
"Honestly thought you might not show."
"Well~ If you told me not to come, I'd stop, but..."
"Heh heh, you're always welcome."
"Right~?"
Her tiny frame never failed to charm me as she handed over a fresh set of clothes. I dashed into my room, changed quickly, and came back out. Vizelin gathered my sweat-drenched outfit, snapped her fingers lightly, and a crisp breeze enveloped me, whisking away the sticky sweat and grime in an instant.
"Alright, have a good day~"
"Yep!! Take care."
"Oh, and like last time—let me know if you're heading out somewhere."
"Of course."
"Then good luck for real~"
I watched her petite figure trot lightly down the stairs, then slipped quietly back into my room.
◎ Pure Iron: 40.1kg
I'd decomposed the holy artifact to recover materials, but some must've been lost in the shredding process—0.8kg gone, just like that.
"Fuck, 0.9kg more and it'd be 25 silver... such a waste."
Still, waste was waste, but I had 19 silver left as emergency cash. Money was about to start multiplying from here on out—no need to sweat the small stuff.
"Wonder if I can buy my way out of slavery with enough cash. Or... do I even need to?"
Technically a slave, but guild-affiliated too, and with their backing, I was basically a regular citizen anywhere with an Adventurer's Guild branch.
"I'll think on that later. First, gotta make something for Siron."
Without a second thought, I dumped every last bit of iron into the Night Fairy panties I'd make for her. Pure iron, 40.1kg, forged into pantyhose perfection.
"Heh heh, can't wait to see her in these."
Imagining Siron slipping them on, sprawling on the bed with her legs spread wide... my lower half was already throbbing.
"Time to grab breakfast and head to work in a good mood."
"Hey!! If you're gonna fight, take it outside—how many times do I gotta say it?!"
"Labyrinth report bounty? Please hold just a bit longer. We're assembling a new investigation team, so it'll take more time."
"What the—? So subjugation quests are fine, huh? But bitch, you gotta bring a proper team!!"
Classic Adventurer's Guild. You could feel the chaos just watching.
"Hmm."
Problem was, I had jack shit to do. Amelia's salad was great, but as Siron's dedicated receptionist—and since she hadn't picked up any quests and left town yet—no work came my way. Bonus: those Slim A and B pricks who'd been hassling me got hauled off to the capital. No one bugging me now.
In other words, I'd just class-changed to salaried slacker.
Fuck yeah. Salary slacker Smith? Living the dream. Wanna do this forever.
Lost in those idle thoughts, lounging around, when the guild doors burst open with a racket. In strode a familiar face: frilly clothes screaming "not an adventurer," perky little watermelon tits, blonde hair—the same chick from yesterday who'd annoyed me outside the inn, got a brutal noogie from Siron, and dragged off by guards.
"What the hell's this bitch doing here now."
I glanced around, saw her heading straight for my counter, and grimaced. Here for round two over yesterday? If she had the guts after Siron's noogie, I'd salute her balls and hear her out.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Wanna check the quest acceptance status."
"...Understood."
Noogie Girl acted like we'd never met, cool as ice with her business. I nodded casually.
"Quest status is only viewable by the accepting adventurer or the quest issuer. Are you the issuer?"
"Yeah. Marcolin Vincent of the Golden Reed Caravan."
"Golden Reed..."
Ringed a bell.
"Regular quests go to the other counter, though."
"Nah, I came to the right place. It's Siron the silver-rank's designated quest."
Oh, right. Yesterday's board had a Golden Reed quest for Siron. Name seemed off, though. Lingering grudge from yesterday, but she was Siron's client, so I dug out the quest sheet and slapped it on the counter.
"Golden Reed Caravan escort quest... But it's listed under Marco Vincent here."
"Hah... those fucking idiots."
Noogie Girl looked pissed but familiar with screw-ups, composing herself quick.
"My dumbass slave must've fucked up the spelling again. It's Marcolin Vincent, not Marco. Here's my ID."
She handed over a rectangular card like a modern ID. Couldn't tell fake from real myself, but her confidence screamed legit. Plus, walking free post-guards proved her status clean. I fake-checked and handed it back.
"Ah, yes. I'll correct the name."
"Thanks. So, has adventurer Siron seen our quest?"
"Don't get mad—just hear me out. She's been tied up raiding that Black Something kidnapping gang these past few days. Hasn't checked any new quests, including this one."
"Tch..."
Noogie Girl gnawed her left thumbnail.
"Where's adventurer Siron now? Or if I wait here, can I meet her today?"
"Location's private info, but if you wait here today, you should...—"
BAM!!
Some foot slammed a door into the wall, echoing through the guild. No one batted an eye. Neither did I. Only one adventurer dared kick doors here.
"Speak of the devil—she's here."
Siron strode in past the battered door, red hair swaying, heading my way.
"Th-that, th-that, w-woman...?"
Noogie Girl spotted her, body trembling—yeah, she remembered that face. Beating sticks, after all.
As I admired Noogie Girl's shaky backside...
"The fuck's this bitch? Done your business? Get lost."
"Ah, uh... I..."
Up close, Noogie Girl could barely string words together, stammering.
"Kyaa!!"
"I said scram."
Siron shoved the nuisance aside, plopped her fine tits on my counter.
"Who's the dumb bitch?"
"Don't remember?"
"Remember what? Never seen her."
"Fair enough. If you say so."
Perps don't remember victims well—Siron proved it.
"Anyway, Golden Reed Caravan leader. Posted this quest for you, got tired of no contact, came herself."
"Hmm... to Bazelan? That's a fortnight just to get there."
"Fortnight? So a month-plus round trip?"
"Yeah. Hand over the other quests too."
I passed her the remaining two sheets.
"Two subjugations, one escort."
"Hey, Siron."
"What? Spit it out."
Siron glanced up from the sheets, peering at me.
"Uh, maybe skip the caravan escort."
"They pay just to ride in the carriage. Why skip?"
"No, it's... c'mon, step aside a sec."
"Huh? Hey, you bast—!!"
I hopped the counter, grabbed Siron's hand, and bolted out the back door up the stairs. She pouted, unhappy, but didn't shake me off—just trailed along with puffed lips.
Click.
Brought her to my room.
"Wh-what."
"Siron. Take these off real quick."
"T-take wha—?! You, you fucker!!"
"Guhk!!"
Her iron boot flew as I tugged it off—sparked right into my eye, launching me airborne. Face numb as hell.
"I-I told you not to..."
Siron panicked too, rushing over to gently check my face. So damn cute, the sting faded fast.
"S-so... why make me strip outta nowhere? Horny already?"
"If it's you? Every damn day."
"Hmph..."
I savored her blushing nape a moment, then pulled the Night Fairy from my pocket.
"What's that?"
"This is..."
I spilled the short version of my predawn chat with Amelia sis.
"These... panties?"
"Yup."
"...Mentioning gods, probably not bullshit."
Siron eyed the Night Fairy and my face, then reluctantly took it.
"So... how do I put 'em on?"
"Strip to panties first."
"..."
Face beet red, she hesitated, then kicked off boots, unlaced greaves, shucked leather pants. Plain black panties today.
"D-done..."
"Grab here, slide legs in both sides, pull up to waist."
"...Haa."
Grudging as hell, she complied. Black stockings hugged her pale legs, adding filthy allure; open crotch and ass framed her plump bits mouthwateringly.
"Hey, crotch feels weirdly empt—wh-what the fuck?!"
"Figured fairness means I strip too."
Undressing others? Gotta be ready yourself. So I did.
Siron gulped hard at my raging hard-on, staring riveted. Then she turned slyly...
"J-just once... fuck me..."
And spread her ass wide for me.