A Familiar Ceiling
It's an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Nah, it's just my room's ceiling."
I brushed off Kernax, who was gazing at me with eyes like an abandoned puppy, and finally crashed in my own bed after nearly five straight days away.
"Ugh, damn, I can never sleep in this bed again."
No joke—it reeked worse than the A-tent from my training camp days. This thing used to give me Simmons-level comfort without a hint of envy. Guess I've turned into the kind of guy who can't sleep without a fancy king-size now.
"That bastard. Even after a day off, he bounces right up."
I propped myself up on my elbows and gave a fond glance to my morning wood, proudly announcing its vitality after so long. Then I hopped out of bed.
"Sex counts as exercise, but I still need some core work. Time to sweat it out properly for once."
Even one Kernax wears me out, but with Siron back and joining in, I'll end up like a dried squid every damn day. No more commuting to work, so I headed to the open lot for a real workout.
"Phew~ Nothing beats a good sweat for that fresh feeling."
After a solid run, the random thoughts cleared out, and my head felt sharper. Plus, I ran way longer than usual, but I still had gas left in the tank. So sex really builds stamina, huh? Guess I've bulked up a bit naturally.
"Damn, that means Kernax and Siron have even more stamina now."
I grabbed my hair in frustration. Kernax trains daily with her guards, and Siron never slacks on self-training for those magic beast, monster, or escort gigs. Bottom line: before pride even enters the picture, I need to train harder and more efficiently to satisfy my women. And once I've got cash, stock up on stamina boosters.
"Ugh, speaking of which, I forgot to hit up Vizelin."
Stupid Smith. You're done for, seriously. After two years of free daily laundry from my benefactor, I space it out? I yanked my hair harder and trudged back to my room.
"Heyy~ Haven't seen your face around lately~?"
"Gah!! Vizelin!!"
No clue why she was there, but spotting her at my door, I bolted full speed—still clutching my hair—and dropped to my knees using the momentum.
"I'm sorry!! I should've told you I'd be away!!"
Couldn't exactly say I got lost in sex, so I went full grovel, forehead to the floor.
"Pfft~ Everyone forgets sometimes. Come on, up you go."
"Sniff sniff, thank you so much, Vizelin."
She looks like a girl on the outside, but wiser and more mature than any woman in this city. I was genuinely touched, tears streaming down.
"Heehee, you're such a fun guy. Anyway, I'm busy, so let's get to it."
"Yes, ma'am."
I grabbed my usual simple clothes from her, changed into fresh ones in my room, and stepped out. She took my sweat-soaked old stuff and cleaned me up spotless with magic—crisp and dry.
"Oh, and take this."
"What's this?"
She handed me a rolled-up parchment with an unusual texture.
"See the diagonal lines slashed across it?"
"Yep. Lots of long strokes."
"Tear along those lines once each, and it'll trigger a cleaning spell. Should last about thirty uses."
"Whoa...!! A m-magic scroll?!"
I cradled it carefully with both hands like fragile treasure.
"Heh heh heh. It's not that pricey—just use it. No need to freak out."
"Got it. But why the sudden gift?"
"Gonna be away for a bit. Use that while I'm gone. If it runs out, ask Shiorin for a new one."
"Wherever you're headed, stay safe."
"Sure sure~ Don't worry about me—keep yourself healthy~ Take care."
"Safe travels!!"
I bowed at ninety degrees until she vanished down the stairs.
"Whoa, I got to touch a magic scroll."
Rubbing the soft parchment on my palm felt oddly addictive. But no more—I didn't want to damage it. I stashed it safely under my bed.
"Alright, breakfast then tidy up sis's room again."
I'd half-assed it yesterday, but cleaning sparked some weird motivation to make it spotless. Not that I quit midway from laziness or anything.
"Anyway, sis's cooking for breakfast after ages."
Light steps to the kitchen, stomach rumbling.
"Freeloading bum, no free rides. Pay up or finish cleaning your mess first."
So for the first time in years, I bought my own meal. Devoured a hearty sandwich—thin-sliced ham, fresh veggies—with milk. With time to kill, I headed upstairs to sis's room.
"Oi, slacker. All done? Huh, not bad—you actually tried."
"Ow... Already lunchtime?"
I'd gone all-in on cleaning, finished faster than expected, flopped on her bed for a quick nap, and boom—lunchtime.
"You clean up nice, then drool all over my bed."
"Heh heh, your bed's insanely comfy."
My trash heap kept me tossing; this was pure bliss. That subtle bittersweet scent calmed me too.
"So, sis, what's next?"
"Wipe your drool."
I smeared my mouth with my hand and sat up, pulling a chair beside her.
"Not hard, so listen up."
"All ears."
"You know we got a few prepping for silver rank, right?"
"Course."
Not that it'd matter soon—they'd be under my management. I'd memorized names and faces. Issue was, two years and no one's applied for the exam.
"I called 'em in. Probably waiting downstairs now. I'll bring 'em up one by one. You get 'em to drop trou, fondle their legs and asses, then scribble something here..."
She plopped paper and a quill on the table.
"Whatever. Done."
"...So, just roughly massage legs or whatever, then send 'em off?"
"Ass too for bonus points."
"Damn."
"What, slacker?"
"Nah, damn good idea."
Back on Earth, studies showed hot staff alone draws crowds. Add flirty attention? Even better. And I'm this city's pretty boy. Sis's plan was genius.
"Knew you'd bite. Desert boy through and through—not like those wimpy capital dudes. Kahaha!!"
"Ow! Ahh!! S-Sis, that hurts!!"
"Toughen up."
Tears welled from my burning back—like mom's whacks as a kid.
"Anyway, I'll fetch 'em. Handle the rest. Oh, I'll stand by the door—if any tries shit, yell. I'll smash her skull for fertilizer."
She left. Soon, a knock.
"Come in."
The door oiled smooth, a familiar face entered: pale blonde to her shoulders, fair skin, round innocent eyes unfit for an adventurer, cherubic face—but F-cup (guessing) tits bigger than my head.
"Doria, right?"
"Ahem, you know my name?"
"Gotta. You'll be requesting me for silver-rank quests soon."
"Hee hee... R-Really?"
She beamed, scratching her cheek—her hefty chest jiggled dynamically against her elbow. No bra, judging by the bounce. Wait, focus.
"Heard anything special before coming up?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Smith makes special gear, so cooperate fully. How can I help?"
"Well..."
Sis, at least mention pants off. I scratched my head.
"Need measurements for a leg-perfect fit."
"Legs? Like greaves or boots?"
"Uh, yeah... It's new, hard to explain. Anyway, measurements—pants off quick?"
"Pants? Oh... sure."
Doria shucked her shorts casually. Cute pink panties emerged, along with bouncy thighs waving hello.
"Gotta touch—cool?"
"Huh? T-Touch? Uh... y-yeah, fine."
"Spread legs a bit, hold still."
"...Okay."
She parted appropriately. I approached, squatted, and gently stroked, kneaded her thighs and calves.
"Nngh... mm..."
Glancing up, her face was beet red—unlike entry. Thought no shame from stripping, but seeing undies vs. touching? Different.
"S-S-Smith?"
"Yeah?"
"Your... face is super close..."
Fist-width away, nose-to-panties. My breath hits easy.
"Best distance for details."
"I-If so... c-can't... h-help... it."
"Exactly. Unavoidable."
I grinned, stroking her inner groin along the panty edge.
"Eek... hee!"
She clamped her mouth to stifle moans, but down below? Soaked. Pink darkening confirmed. I circled behind, face-near-ass, hands roaming. Knead knead. Squish squish. Sticky rice cake grip—perfect. Finally, slipped fingers under panty line, pinched inner cheek softly.
"Haaah!!"
Her knees quivered. I stood, sat, scribbled on sis's paper—in Korean.
-Doria Glutinous rice cake ass.
"All done. You're good to go."
"Ah... uh... y-yes..."
Dazed stare, then flushed headshake. She yanked on shorts and fled.
Before door shut, sis entered.
"What'd you do? She's wrecked."
"Just our tribe's secret massage."
"Massage? Feels good?"
"Pretty much. Want one?"
"Hm... Later. Ankles been aching—perfect."
"Heh, anytime."
"Remember that. I'll hold you to it. Sending the rest—do good."
"Yes, ma'am."
She left; next adventurer in. Same deal: thigh/ass knead, panty dampen, exit. After several rice-cake sessions, doubt crept in...
Does this even work? Funny after groping everything.
"Ugh, screw the gear—hope I don't get jumped and railed later."
Shoved worries aside, pocketed my ass reviews, left.
Two days after toying with adventurers' lower halves, my needless worry proved baseless.