Meeting the Orange-Eyed Archer
Siron woke from the afterglow of her climax sooner than I'd expected. Right after I used the cleaning magic scroll from Vizelin to freshen up the bed, her panties, and her body, making everything nice and dry.
"Ha... I almost... screamed..."
"Sorry, sorry. But it felt good, right?"
"...Yeah."
The newly awakened Siron yanked on her pants right away and snuggled into my arms with a pouty face, whining softly.
"Seriously... if those other bitches saw me like that, I'd die of shame... got it?"
"Tsk!! I told you not to talk like that, didn't I?"
"But it's embarrassing..."
"Even if someone saw, no girl would think you're weird. They'd just be jealous. Right?"
"...Fucking annoying."
"So you hate it?"
"I fucking love it, you moron."
Siron tilted her head just a bit and planted a light kiss on my lips. No bullshit—my dick, barely held back by my panties, nearly ripped through and sprang up.
This little temptress. Kissing me while subtly grinding her ass against my cock like that.
"Siron. No sex. If you want sex, let's figure out a house first."
"Tch."
Siron clicked her tongue and stopped teasing my dick with her ass.
Can't drop my guard around her for a second.
"So? What were you poking into someone else's pussy?"
"I'll show you when the product's ready. Anyway, Siron—I'm planning to make a bow. Know any good wood nearby?"
"A bow? You can make bows too?"
"I know more crafting than you might think."
"Hmm~ A bow, huh..."
Siron leaned against my chest, swinging her legs off the bed as she pondered.
"I don't really use weapons myself, so no clue. Ask Amelia unnie, or hit up the smithy—that'd be quickest, right?"
"Yeah, figures."
"But unnie's all about swords anyway. Probably faster to grab an archer downstairs and ask."
"Ah. I saw a ranger practicing at dawn anyway. Gotta go ask her—AAACK!!"
"...You little shit. Checking out another bitch while I slept?"
"N-No! Just opened the window for some air, and it's been ages since I saw an archer, so I glanced—really, just a glance!!"
"...Hmph."
"Ow ow ow..."
I rubbed my thigh where Siron had pinched it.
"Y-You didn't pinch that hard. Why make such a fuss..."
"No, Siron. It really hurts."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. Really."
"...Sorry."
"Nah, why look so down about it."
I'm the one who got pinched, but here I am consoling her. Cute enough to let it slide.
I grinned inwardly at Siron stroking my sore thigh in return, then tightened my arms around her waist and pulled her in harder. Her heartbeat thumped pleasantly through her back against my chest.
This cozy feeling's addictive.
"...Might as well just lie back down if you're gonna cling like this."
"Whoops. Got too comfy."
"...Moron."
She snorted, but I chuckled to myself at her flushed ears and neck.
Anyway, I released our hug, got out of bed, and we headed quietly down to the first floor together.
As usual, the place was rowdy. But the second Siron and I appeared, it went dead silent—like a barracks when the division commander drops by. Awkward.
Siron—who'd been panting and grumbling in my arms just moments ago—furrowed her signature fierce brows and shot a glare at the staring adventurers.
That alone had them dropping their sneaky glances, heads bowed to the floor.
Bit much? I figured women have their own ways and headed to the empty counter.
A female receptionist whose face rang a bell, but not her name. The staff knew me well enough not to freak out, but she eyed the growling Siron beside me and asked cautiously.
"Smith. Long time. What's up?"
"Ah, nothing big. Any new archer adventurers registered lately?"
"Archer? Oh, yeah. Moved here to Molingta from another city last week."
"Oh..."
A full move, huh. Adventurers flit between cities plenty, but uprooting your base? Rare. Skill brings rep, which brings named quests—higher quality than randoms, so top gear's non-negotiable. Most blow earnings on upgrades right away. Lodging's cheap inns or guild dorms once you've got contribution points.
Bottom line: Moving to Molingta means house funds. Cheapest rentals run 20 silver a month, so that ranger I saw must pull serious coin.
"By any chance... silver-rank?"
"Silver?"
Siron perked at the word and sidled closer. The receptionist gulped.
"Ah, not yet. But three more guild quests and she'll promote..."
"An archer bitch? Must be decent."
"Y-Yeah... Killer rep at her old branch."
"So why ditch it suddenly?"
"Well..."
The receptionist flicked a glance at me. Siron got it instantly and scowled, brows in a V.
"Hah—not even silver, just a wannabe? Where's this bitch at?"
"Man-eating bears nearby. Took the quest this morning..."
"Where?"
"Uh, well..."
I'd manned counters too—not for free. You don't spill deets on assigned quests or the adventurer who took 'em.
"Siron. Enough."
"Huh? What'd I do?"
"You're putting her in a spot."
"Hey. Tough question? Just asked where."
Trying to help only pissed Siron off more. She leaned in harder, and the receptionist just flapped her lips silently.
Felt like my mess, so I went for the best fix.
"Siron."
"You stay quie—" Mwah.
A soft peck on her cheek. Siron froze mid-pressure.
"Siron."
"...What."
"Wanna head up and wait? Not super urgent."
"..."
She shot me a quick glare, then looked away.
"Do what you want, asshole..."
Siron spun and stomped up the stairs. I ducked quick to the receptionist.
"When the archer gets back, mind calling her to my room—or me?"
"Huh? Oh, y-yes!! Said she'd be back before sunset at latest. I'll pass it on."
"Cool. Thanks for the trouble."
"Y-Yeah..."
Not just her—all the adventurers stared at me all hazy-eyed. I bolted up after Siron.
"Kernax must be swamped."
"Week of playing? Gotta be. Not busy? Total thief bitch."
"Hem... yeah."
Calling prison time "playing"? I rested my head on Siron's shoulder in our hug, gazing at the sunset sky.
"Hey. Someone's coming."
"Yeah?"
Didn't hear shit, but if Siron says.
I unwrapped her waist and stood from the bed. Siron pouted, glaring at the door's cracks.
Moments later, the ranger from dawn peeked through the busted door.
"...No need to knock, I see."
"Ah, yeah. Come on in."
"Then... pardon the intrusion."
Door swung open, revealing the full orange bob-cut ranger. Her stern gaze matched her fiery orange pupils—super unique. Seen all hair colors, but eyes? Mostly blue or light brown. Orange irises? Kinda like Siron—maybe a heteromorph mimicking human?
But holy shit, those tits. Roughly 1.3 Sirons. For reference, Kernax is 1.7.
"Um..."
Shit, zoned out on her rack. I snapped to as she awkwardly crossed her arms under her bust.
"Ah, come in first."
"I'm already in..."
"I mean, have a seat. Haha, yeah."
"Alright..."
She perched on my desk chair, sneaking peeks at pouty Siron slouched sideways on the bed.
I shut the pointless door and sat by Siron.
"Um..."
"Hey. How the fuck do you draw a bow with udders like that?"
Siron jumped in rude as I opened my mouth.
"Better form than most. But I'd rather hear this man's business."
Ranger brushed off the blatant jab clean and locked eyes with me. Siron had the sense to drop it, so I sighed inwardly in relief.
"Nothing major. Trying to craft a bow—wanted advice on good wood. Sorry to drag you here for something so minor."
I bowed lightly. Fair reason to be pissed, honestly.
But she didn't look mad—just surprised?
"Interest in... bows?"
"Yeah. Kinda happened."
"Kinda... So you were watching me this morning for that?"
"Uh... you noticed?"
"I'm sensitive to stares."
Ranger instincts, huh.
"Yeah, so—making a bow. Good wood suggestions? Or know a specialist artisan for an intro? Name's...?"
"Giena."
"Ah, Smith."
Giena extended her hand, so I shook naturally.
"My bow's handmade. I can recommend materials and explain fully."
"Ooh..."
"Even teach the crafting process in detail."
"Nah, that's fine. Using my tribe's method."
"Ah, you're from the desert. Got it. Can't argue with tradition."
Giena nodded, a touch disappointed but accepting.
"But Smith."
"Yes."
"Helping's no issue, but mind if I ask one thing first?"
"Go ahead."
Least I could do.
"What... do you think of bows?"
"Bows, huh?"
"Yes."
I racked my brain. Her orange eyes were dead serious—like my answer decided if she'd help. But I'd never pondered bows, and my vocab sucked for bullshit. Honesty it was.
"No clue."
"No... clue?"
"Yup. Only got interested today. Can't spitball deep thoughts on the spot."
"Hmm."
"But crafting one should give me my own take on what it is."
"...Indeed. Fair enough."
Giena nodded gravely and offered her hand again.
I eyed it a sec, then shook.
"Perfect. I'll teach you everything I know."
"For real?"
"Yes. In detail. But I need to prep—tomorrow work?"
"Ah, sure. Where? I'll come to you as the student."
"No need. Mine got wrecked—staying opposite now."
"Ah..."
"...What."
"Nothing."
Yeah. Giena was another victim of Siron and Kernax. Felt bad.
"Then, I'll visit tomorrow morning. That okay?"
"Yup. Not a heavy sleeper."
"Great. See you then."
"Ah, yeah."
Giena stood, bowed politely to Siron and me, and slipped out quietly.
Way quieter than expected—I pulled Siron sitting beside me into a hug.
"Thanks."
"For?"
"Must've been pissed, but you stayed chill for me?"
"Nah?"
"Huh?"
Her stare screamed "What bullshit, moron," leaving me blank.
"Thought she was some horny slut at first, but nope~"
"...The fuck? Speak English."
"Ah, moron. It's that woman-sense thing guys don't get. Anyway, she's cool. Or... maybe bad in another way?"
Siron smirked at me.
Whatever it was, she seemed fine with Giena—unlike other girls.
"But seriously, what's the deal?"
"You'll see tomorrow. Probably. Hehe."
"..."
"What're you gonna do about that look?"
"Punish you."
"You?"
"Yup. Me."
"Punish wha—hey, hey?!"
"Yup. Naughty Siron gets her ass spanked."
That night, I patted her pussy and ass till she passed out. Once again, all good things for Siron.