Subjugation Frenzy – No Quests Left!
—No, all the subjugation requests are already taken—there are no more left!
—Don't tell me there aren't any, you fucking bitch!!
—Ah, if it's that annoying, just catch 'em and donate the byproducts or something.
—Fuck yooouuuu!! Scratch scratch.
What the hell kind of wind blew through these past two days? Did some monster bastards finally learn human language and start asking adventurers about their parents' well-being? And now the pissed-off adventurers are trying to wipe out every last monster spawn?
I'd thought the world had changed drastically while I was holed up in my room pretending to craft stuff on Amelia-noonim's orders. I'd gotten so cabin-feverish missing Kernax's luscious tits that I stepped out for a bit, only to find the adventurers streaming through the first floor looking ready to murder. No joke—the vibe was so vicious that even a casual shoulder bump from someone passing by would have them glaring daggers, primed for a heated physical debate.
Well, that doesn't mean I'm giving up on Kernax's cock-teasing mamatong. I turned right back up the stairs, slipped out the back exit, and left the guild behind.
"Ah, isn't this Smith-nim? Here to see the captain?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
As I neared the east gate, I ran into some soldiers returning from patrol. One of them—a grizzled-looking guard who clearly had some years under his belt—approached me all friendly-like, speaking in full polite form. I was genuinely fucking flustered.
"She should be finishing up paperwork by now, so follow me."
"Thanks."
"Heh heh, no need to thank me for this. Just... take good care of the captain, yeah?"
I had no clue what he meant by "take good care," but I nodded and blended into the guards, strolling right into their barracks. Thanks to the guy who'd hailed me, I reached Kernax's office without a single challenge.
Knock knock knock.
—Come in.
It'd been a while since I'd heard Kernax's voice. "She's telling you to come in. Have a good time."
"Uh, yep."
The soldier flashed a sleazy grin like some ex-con high school girl and scampered off. I opened the door and stepped inside.
In the dimly atmospheric room, Kernax sat at her desk, diligently scratching away at paperwork with her quill.
"Some special incident to report?"
Focused on her docs, she must've mistaken me for one of her soldiers. I wanted to surprise her, but I'd get caught midway anyway, so I strode confidently toward the desk.
"...?"
As expected, after a few steps, she looked up. Our eyes met. For a long moment, her pretty blue eyes stared blankly at me before she suddenly rubbed them vigorously with the back of her hand.
"...It's only been two days. And I'm seeing things like this? Guess I need to stretch and clear my head."
Thinking I was a hallucination, she actually stood up and started limbering up. I watched for a sec, then timed it perfectly as she turned her back and stretched her arms high overhead. I slipped my hands under her armpits and grabbed those outrageously plump tits hard.
"Eek—?!"
A girlish shriek burst from Kernax's mouth. With her arms still stretched skyward, she froze solid. Ignoring it, I kneaded those overflowing mamatong with gusto. Aaah, this feel. This texture. No matter how much I groped, it never got old—this supreme sensation. Not satisfied with feeling them through her shirt, I slid my hands down, yanked up the hem tucked into her pants, and shoved them inside. Flipping up her bra, I finally filled my palms with the soft, bare glory of Kernax's tits. Of course, I didn't forget to pinch those perky, impudent nipples while massaging.
"Ngh...!"
A lewd moan leaked from her stiff lips. At the same time, her rigid body stirred. Her raised arms slowly lowered, naturally wrapping around my neck. She rested her head lightly on my shoulder, tilted her face up to mine...
Blush staining her cheeks. Lips slightly parted. Without a word, our mouths crashed together. Tongues tangled as if it were the most natural thing, and soon the office filled with sloppy, obscene sounds.
"Haa... Smith... n-not here..."
"Says the one grinding her ass on my dick to tease it? Strip. Now."
No way was I letting her reject the main event after rubbing my cock up and down with that ass during our heavy makeout. I'd already hit full mast—I was dumping at least one load. "F-for real... here?"
"For real. Right here."
"The subordinates might come..."
"Exactly. If you wanna finish before they do, get those pants off and hop on the desk. Or you wanna do it in front of the window?"
"N-no, never mind..."
Surrendering at last, Kernax unwrapped her arms from my neck, cleared the paperwork, climbed on, and shucked her pants.
"Didn't you say white panties stain too easy and you hate 'em?"
"You wanted me to wear 'em, Smith..."
White panties peeking through black stockings. Dead men would rise for this. I stroked her legs—spread wide in an inviting M for me—while nudging aside the panties darkening to gray. Kernax's crimson slit was already drooling wet, no foreplay needed. I dropped my pants and underwear in one go, gripped my rock-hard cock, and pressed the tip to her sloppy entrance.
"Can't get caught. Gonna go hard, so hold in those moans... here we go!!"
"Ahhn♥"
—Hah! Haah!
—Put more hip into it, you bitches!!
The soldiers' training shouts drifted in through the open window, masking the thick sex-stink lingering in the office. I groped Kernax's tits freely as she sat on my lap, processing the remaining paperwork. No real reason—just impulse from the sudden horniness. We'd both cum twice satisfyingly and called it clean.
I was touching her chest now because leaving like this felt a tad unsatisfying. Kernax looked half-dead from it, though. With her heavy maso streak, every hard squeeze or nipple tweak made her cross her legs or twitch her ass on her thighs. Her panties were probably a flooded mess of my cum and her pussy juice by now. Yet she just blushed and indulged my not-quite-spoiled whims—too fucking hot and cute.
"So, Kernax."
"...Yeah?"
"You always have this much paperwork?"
"No way... aaahn♥"
She panted every time I tormented her tits mid-sentence, killing the convo flow, so I paused the groping. A sigh of faint regret escaped her lips, but she answered my earlier question anyway.
"Exactly two days ago. Some weird rumor started circulating among the adventurers, and subjugation requests for monsters and beasts spiked hard. Naturally, a bunch of idiots bit off more than they could chew and died."
The paperwork she'd been handling was all about settling dead adventurers' estates and damage reports from external facilities wrecked during hunts. I wasn't an idiot—I knew the "weird rumor" stemmed from me.
"Subordinates say even total newbies—ones who hadn't even gotten their apprentice tags or registered properly—went apeshit like rabid dogs, charging monster dens and getting shredded."
Kernax clicked her tongue, quill scratching away at the rest.
"You can guess what the rumor was, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda surreal, though."
It'd rippled out differently than I'd expected—my head was spinning. I'd done the service for pre-silver-rank adventurers, so why'd the junkies hit the wrong crowd? And what the hell was the rumor that turned everyone into subjugation maniacs overnight? Seeing that bloodthirsty guild scene in the morning—and knowing I caused it—had me genuinely sorry for my old receptionist sisters. I'd have to drop by and massage their shoulders when I had time.
"So you being swamped is kinda my fault, huh."
"Hm... I'm just sitting here sorting papers, but my subordinates are way busier hauling all the sudden corpses."
Adventurers might be mostly scum, but they at least had the decency to recover the dead. Some guards were teaming up with west-side temples to cremate bodies, working their asses off.
"When I deliver these later, I'll make 'em top quality and cheap as possible."
"Mm. Tell 'em th...at?"
I stroked her waist lightly; she tilted her head and glanced back.
"Nah, thinking I'll head out soon."
"Kinda sad, but you're a busy guy now. Wouldn't look good for a woman like me to cling. Wait a sec."
Kernax slid off my thigh, went to the wide-open window, and bellowed.
"Rina—!! Get up to my office!!"
She turned back to me. "Not ideal, but word from the troops is the adventurers are in a fever pitch. Don't wander alone, just in case."
"Yeah... sure."
Doubt much would happen, but her warning made casual strolling feel iffy.
"Oh, and the official doc went out today. Someone from the lord's castle will inspect performance by month's end at latest. Prep ahead."
"Amelia-noonim said the same. Don't worry—I'll be thorough."
"..."
Kernax narrowed her eyes oddly, staring.
"W-what?"
"...Never thought I'd say this, but I hope Siron the adventurer gets back soon."
"Siron? Why bring her up now...?"
"...Never mind. We'll talk when she returns. Smith, please act a bit more manly. Though... that's part of your charm. Still, as your lover, it's damn anxiety-inducing."
I didn't fully get her worry and was about to ask when someone knocked. Probably Rina.
"Your escort's here. Come in."
The door opened, revealing a bright-looking girl with light brown bobbed hair. She snapped to attention by the door like a fresh transfer private.
"Rina. Escort this guy—Smith—to the adventurer's guild."
"Yes ma'am!!"
Her voice boomed, rattling the room. How'd that tiny frame belt out such volume? Wild.
"Alright, Smith. Swing by tonight if you're free. Safe travels. Rina."
"Yes ma'am!! Smith-nim!! I'll escort you!! Let's go!!"
"Uh, yep. See ya, Kernax. Thanks for the hard work."
I waved lightly and followed Rina out.
"Um... Smith-nim?"
"Yeah?"
She spun to face me right after closing the door, eyes gleaming like a horny high school boy's at puberty's peak.
"Th-that thing... you gave our captain."
"Thing? Oh, the Night Fairy?"
"Yes!! That!! I heard all us soldiers are getting issued some too..."
"If the higher-ups budget it, yeah."
"S-so... like with the adventurers, you'll measure our leg sizes too?"
"Measure?"
"Yes...!!"
Rina—barely shedding her girlhood—stared intensely, face flushed, whispering fiercely. Touching's fun for me too, but 1-2 at a time max. I wasn't massaging dozens of women's legs nonstop. It's surprisingly laborious.
"We only measure for special custom jobs. Standard ones'll be one-size-fits-most, no measuring."
"Aww..."
Shadow fell over her face, but only briefly. Her eyes sparkled again.
"Th-then how for the special ones...? Pay extra?"
"Uh... secret for now. You'll find out on release."
"...Can I get a special one? If I meet the conditions?"
I paused, then nodded. Custom order, bump the price—why not?
"R-right...!! Ah!! Sorry!! I'll get you to the guild quick!!"
"Uh, yep."
I scratched my head, eyeing her suddenly chipper back as she led the way.
"Not a lie or anything."
With adventurers already going nuts, no way bigger trouble brewed. I strolled casually.
"Ugh~ Man, sandwiches are fucking delicious, no cap."
Stuffed on Amelia-noonim's special sando, I lounged on bed, patting my nicely bloated gut.
Knock knock knock.
I sat up at the knock. Only Amelia-noonim or Kernax visited at this hour, so I headed to the door and flung it open.
My guess was spot-on: post-work Kernax. Issue was the major guest she'd brought.
"Little bro. Good to see you again."
Ardella-nim smiled faintly in greeting.