Giena's Wild Obsession with the New Bow
"Is Giena in her room, I wonder."
I left Amelia's room and headed down the back stairs to the first floor. Before I even opened the door to the counter area, a racket poured through it straight into my ears.
I crouched low and crept toward the counter, sidling up to the receptionist who'd introduced me to Giena before.
"Excuse me."
"Argh, fuck, you scared the shit outta— Oh! Smith!"
"Yeah, sorry to bother you when you're busy, but I got a couple questions about Giena."
"Ah, sure thing. What do you wanna know?"
Luckily, the receptionist greeted me super friendly. Probably.
"Did Giena take a quest and head out?"
"Nah, she's probably in her room. Haven't seen her leave lately."
"Gotcha. Mind telling me her room number, then?"
"Lemme check... Ah, room 311."
"Thanks. Keep up the good work."
"No, no—we owe you big time. Those bitchy thieves are totally deflated now, and work's been a breeze~"
"...?"
"Anyway, take care~"
I bowed my head to the receptionist's farewell, pondering what the hell did I even do? as I slipped quietly out from the counter.
Back up on the third floor, I walked the hall looking for Giena's room. She'd said it was right across from mine before, and she wasn't kidding. Sure enough, smack opposite my door—whose door was still blasted off—was room 311.
I cleared my throat and knocked.
"Giena? You in the—"
Crash bang clatter!!
A massive noise erupted, and the door flew open in an instant.
"A n-new bow...!!"
"Oh shit."
Giena burst through the wide-open door, and I had no clue where to look. She was rocking just a loose gray t-shirt and plain gray panties, her face flushed with excitement as she scanned around me.
"...No bow?"
She quickly clocked that there was no bow in my hands or nearby, and her expression drooped instantly.
What the... She's kinda cute like that.
I cleared my throat again.
"The bow's all done."
"The new bow!!"
"Guhk?!"
Giena grabbed my collar and started shaking me.
"New! Bow!! Where!! Where is it?!!"
"Th-this, hey, lemme—gack gack!!"
They say medieval archers had way more muscle than swordsmen, and damn if that ain't true. I was legit about to pass out, flailing my arms on pure survival instinct.
Whack—!!
"Kuh...!!"
"Kuak...!!"
My hand smacked something firm yet squishy, and Giena let out a pained groan, releasing my collar and collapsing to the floor.
"Cough cough...!!"
"Ughhhhh...."
As I gulped down precious oxygen, I looked down at Giena clutching her chest and crouching.
Looked like in my flailing, I'd clocked her massive tits. And judging by how she—the woman who'd just hoisted me up by the collar and shaken me like a ragdoll—was writhing in agony from a mere smack from my guy-hand, those temple punishments with tit-slaps weren't messing around.
"Uh... Giena? Y-you okay?"
"...Y-yeah, I'm fine. And sorry...."
Giena rubbed her huge boobs gingerly as she stood, her orange eyes a bit misty.
It must've hurt bad enough to bring tears.
"I... sometimes lose it when it comes to bows or arrows... Really, really sorry."
"Ahem...."
I couldn't even muster a polite "it's fine" as she bowed at a perfect ninety degrees. No joke—I'd nearly died for real.
Trip to death's door taught me even a beauty can't get a free pass on everything.
"Uh... apology accepted, anyway. But I was this close to dying, seriously?"
"I'm sorry... So sorry...."
Every time she bowed, those enormous tits swung into view through her sagging t-shirt, putting on a hell of a show.
No no, Smith, you dumb fuck. I snapped out of it quick.
Siron had warned me before not to follow some random chick offering tit-sucks. Back then I thought she was underestimating me, but now? She knew me better than anyone.
"Anyway... I'll grab the finished bow. Wait here in your room, yeah?"
"Understood...."
Giena kept bowing toward me until I vanished down the hall.
"Th-this is the fusion of supple wood and Smith-san's secret techniques... the new bow!!"
When I returned with the bow, Giena sat calmly in her chair. But the second I shut the door behind me, her eyes flashed, and she lunged straight for it.
Literally flew at it.
"Haa... haaah...!! A new bow!! Ch-check out this shape—never seen anything like it!!"
Like she was high on drugs, her face went all dreamy and slack as she clutched the bow, rubbing her cheeks on it, sniffing it, even licking it.
Well.... I'd used it and cleaned it with a hygiene scroll, so no biggie.
Still, if sis found out, she'd be grossed out—better make a new one for her as a gift.
"R-right now! Let's test it right now!!"
"How about calming down first...?"
"I am calm right now!!"
"Bullshit, your eyes are fucking spinning—whoever sees you would say the same."
"The booooow!!"
"Whoa, crazy?! At least put some pants on before heading out?!"
Giena snatched her quiver of arrows and bolted out the door in nothing but panties.
"Man, it's been ages since my head spun like this...."
I rummaged her closet real quick, grabbed some adventurer-standard short pants—"Isekai Dolphin Pants," or IseDol for short—and chased after her.
"Aaaagh!! My eyes!! My eyeeeees!!"
"What the fuck is that psycho bitch doing?!"
"Uwaaaagh... Ruining my eyes with that slut's panties first thing in the morning...."
"Guuuards!!"
The first floor was way more chaotic than I'd imagined. Fair enough—if a ripped dude strutted around in just triangle panties, I'd curse and stare too.
"Smith-san! Don't go that way!!"
"Yeah!!"
"More importantly, you okay, Smith-san?!"
The receptionists swarmed out from the counter, surrounding me. The one who'd given me Giena's info was there too, face pale as a ghost.
"Please say nothing happened!! If anything happens to you, forget Siron or the guard captain—I might die to Amelia first!!"
"C-calm down!! Everyone, calm the fuck down!!"
Damn, these desk-jockey girls—who just shuffle papers—packing this much strength? I was shocked their skinny arms outmuscled my built ones, even if just a tad.
Riiip—
An ominous tear came from my ratty shirt I'd just been wearing casually.
"Stop!! Stop yanking already?!"
Riiiip—!!
My crappy shirt couldn't withstand their merciless tugging and shredded to pieces.
"Kyaaah?!"
"Gasp—!!"
"O-ohhh...."
As the shirt ripped, my chiseled, muscle-packed torso hit the open air. The receptionists grabbing me screamed and recoiled, while the rowdy adventurers around started gulping and shutting up one by one.
"Ah, uh, th-this is...."
"We're dead...."
"I-I didn't see anything!!"
The receptionists clutched shreds of my shirt, reacting all different ways. One common thread? They'd finally backed the hell off me.
Opposite of Giena's situation, mine was like a busty bombshell flashing her tits—great body, perky rack and all.
Of course, as an outworlder, I felt zilch.
Anyway, with everyone stunned, I figured now was prime time to move.
"Uh, wha...."
"No way...."
"Eek...."
As I headed for the door to the open yard, the adventurers freaked and scattered. Made it easy to slip past the counter and out.
"Does she really only care about bows...?"
The guild was in total uproar because of her, yet the culprit stood there nocking an arrow with sparkling, Christmas-morn eyes.
I checked the yard—no other adventurers—and decided to wait till she fired.
Everyone who'd wanna see had already seen; no diff if I grabbed clothes now or after one shot.
"Fuuuuh...."
Giena's innocent-kid vibe sharpened in a heartbeat. Her big round eyes narrowed like a predator spotting prey. Veins and muscles bulged on her slim white arms, thickening from twigs to logs in seconds.
"Huuuuh...!!"
She inhaled deep, yanking the string back with her swollen arms—all the way past her head.
The bow limbs didn't bend a millimeter, holding perfect form.
Gulp—
Watching absentmindedly, I swallowed hard.
To not miss the arrow's release, I kept my eyes glued—even blinking hurt—as I focused on her bow.
Rock-solid stance. String taut as hell.
Twang—
Air hummed, and I instinctively whipped my head to track the arrow.
BOOOOM—!!
The string's snap hit my eardrums like a bomb—way louder than expected. I winced and turned to where she'd shot.
And freaked.
"Holy shit...."
A chunk of the yard's surrounding wall was pulverized clean off.
I was baffled. Was it my bow? Or her skill all along?
But my confusion didn't last.
—What the fuck is with all this noise?!
Amelia's pissed-off roar—anyone could hear the rage—shook the whole guild.
"Oh shit."
I knew it deep in my gut.
I was fucked.