106. The elf is lonely...
106. The elf is lonely...
Peaceful Guild interior.
"Haeeeeuw♥ Too much♥ Ha-eung!♥"
In the Guild Master's perfectly soundproofed room, lewd sounds echoed everywhere.
The owner of the voice was too obvious.
"Ryu-o-nim... Ryu-o-nim!!♥"
It was the Adventurer's Guild Master, who had somehow fallen into masturbation addiction.
Silvia soothed her unfulfilled love with nothing but her imagination, turning the fluffy sofa all sticky.
A virgin who hadn't had a single dick inside her throughout all those years, yet holder of the insane record of 2~3 times a day, Silvia.
Now, her masturbation had become a part of her daily routine.
One after waking up horny. One after lunch when feeling languid. One before bed when suddenly getting wet.
But with no real reward ever entering her womb, she was stuck in a constant state of building heat and agony day after day.
"Euheueueuk♥"
Silvia had become like someone slitting open her own belly to drink her blood out of thirst.
Day by day, her increasingly slutty pussy's threshold kept rising.
Now, she was shoving her fingers right up to her unused hymen.
Very deeply.
"Ngeueueuk♥"
Ah... Still, Silvia was pretty popular.
Pretty face, great body, straightforward personality, good job.
For a woman like that to spread her legs like a Southern strip show ace, squirting her female juices everywhere.
"Haa... Haa...♥ I wanna see you...♥"
What kind of existence is Jang Ryu-o, who turned a pure elf like that...?
Silvia slumped limp on the sofa amid the crashing wave of intense post-nut clarity.
More than the exhaustion from fully draining every drop, self-loathing dragged her into the swamp.
She pressed down hard on her sweat-soaked bangs and...
"... Time to work."
She gave up. There was nothing she could change right now.
Hadn't she already made up her mind? To give up.
She haphazardly changed clothes, opened the window to let in the cool breeze, and her head cleared a little.
Cool wind, body all languid—perfect mood for a smoke, for Silvia.
She lit her pipe and took a deep drag.
"Haaa... I'm fucking crazy."
As her aching longing slowly shifted toward regret...
Silvia tossed her outer clothes onto the sofa and replied.
-!!! Whoosh!
"Ahem! Come in~"
-Creak
Meidel, who entered the room hugging the Banshee's Cloak, sniffed around.
"Sniff sniff! Hm? Something feels off."
Silvia, with way too much to hide, exploded in panic.
"What! What is? W-what! It's just cigarette smell!"
"??? I-I didn't say much?"
"You said it smells! What smell! I-I don't smell like anything!!"
"Hm...? Snuuuuuff~!! Amid the fragrant herbal scent, something that just smacks the nose right..."
Silvia strode right up to Meidel, who had suddenly turned into a torrent of words.
"G-give me the cloak!!!"
"Waaang! Master is seriously weird!!"
-Whoosh!
Meidel clutched the cloak tight and gazed at fuming Silvia with worried eyes.
"Master... Got some worries lately?"
Silvia wondered if she'd overreacted too much.
Worrying about her like this...
"Haa... No, Meidel. Lately, my nerves have been a bit..."
"Ryu-o-nim?"
"...... Huh? Huh?"
To flustered Silvia, Meidel helpfully answered again.
"So, Ryu-o-nim won't leave your head. Chest feels all stuffy..."
"Ah, aah... No?"
"But it totally seems like it~?"
Who the hell called Meidel a blockhead?
Right now, Meidel looked like a top-tier assassin stabbing the enemy with a sharp dagger.
"Master... It's all~ showing~"
Scratch that... She looked like a psycho who smiles while killing people.
Silvia, her core ruthlessly gutted, flapped her mouth open and shook her head.
"Ah, aah... I said no... Kaaaaan..."
"... If you can't even talk better than me, it's hopeless, Master..."
Meidel let out a deep sigh at Silvia, whose mouth had clamped shut tight.
"Ehew... Master. Have you confessed?"
Silvia, already stabbed right in her weak spot, just gave up.
"No... Just, implicitly rejected."
"Hm? I confessed once... So just go confess."
"No, Meidel... I already got dumped, I said?"
"Did they reject you with words directly?"
"W-well, no."
"Then just confess~ ... No real loss... Just a little embarrassing, that's it."
Eh... Is that right?
That suddenly simplified method stirred up Silvia's rebellious side.
"Is it that easy... And if someone like me goes even harder at Ryu-o-nim..."
"Hm? You know Elnin downstairs, right?"
Like she'd forget her own employee. Silvia nodded.
"? Yeah. But what's Elnin got to do with it?"
"You seen Elnin's boyfriend? He's seriously hot."
"E-Elnin got a guy? How hot?"
"Like, 0.15 Ryu-o-nim level?"
"W-what the!! That hot?!!"
Elnin was the mood maker at company dinners. Owner of a tremendous face that made every single employee crack up purely on looks alone.
In a word, killer visuals incarnate.
And that Elnin snagged a boyfriend a whopping 0.15 Ryu-o-nim handsome?
Silvia...
"......"
"Master. Drool..."
"Slurp! Uh... C-congratulations to her. But suddenly, Elnin..."
"How'd Elnin land a boyfriend?"
Silvia couldn't even imagine.
The most plausible method she could think of...
"With her humor...?"
"Nope. Just confessed over and over till he accepted."
"Ah..."
"Tree won't fall after 10 hits. She hit it 12 times."
"??? That's straight-up a crime..."
"He got anxious, so she tied his hands with rope and he burst out laughing."
"Ooh..."
"After that, good vibes, became friends... Confessed... Got rejected... One day..."
Meidel made a hole shape a few times with her thumb and index finger on her palm...
"Eyes met, boom! Done!"
Anyone could see it was a sex gesture, and Silvia's jaw dropped wide.
"......"
"So, the point is, make the effort. Be aggressive. Anyway, I'm out~"
-Creak slam...
Silvia watched Meidel's exit—annoying, but kinda cool somehow—and plopped down on the sofa.
Yeah. What the hell have I even been doing all this time.
Helping is one thing, but I'd never once conveyed my true feelings as a woman.
That unrelenting ache had boxed in her thoughts.
Just wallowing in pathetic delusions.
How can he not even spare me a glance when I love him this much?
All that was left was lame entitlement mentality.
Eyes glazed over, Silvia blankly stared at the two Banshee's Cloaks.
"Haa... Haa..."
Silvia's thoughts... were a little... different... from just making a move...
That same time.
Ryu-o, who had set the elf's heart ablaze...
"Hugeueueuk♥!! Ah~! You crazy fuck!"
Was enthusiastically shaking his hips with another woman.
"Haaa♥ Tongue... stick it out♥ Chureureureureup!!♥"
♥♥♥
Before long, month-end was approaching.
Still hadn't gotten the Banshee's Cloak from the Magic Tower.
Wanted to level up my comrades quick... but looks like it'll spill into next month.
"Whew... Too bad."
Cheon Hwa-ryeong tilted her head at the stone embedded in the tree.
"Hm? Not bad. Just make the motions more concise. Don't give the enemy time to dodge."
"O..."
"Like this?"
"Kukuku, exactly. Your talent is..."
I'm currently learning Throwing Technique from Cheon Hwa-ryeong.
Why throwing out of nowhere?
It's tied to the new skill I got, 'Supply'.
"This time..."
I mentally shouted Supply, and a hole popped open in front of my hand.
Threw a stone into the hole...
My stone shot out from a hole about 5 meters ahead.
From what I gauged, max distance is 10 meters. Hole's still pretty small.
Barely big enough for one stone.
Tried tossing Malion, but no dice.
Since my fingers fit through, seems like it's piercing through space...
Level up the skill, and the answer should come.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong eyed my ability and nodded.
"... Gonna be a pain."
"Huh? What."
"An opponent on your level. They'd give me one hell of a headache."
Haven't fought anyone equal yet.
"How long you think it'd take to win?"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong gave me a quick once-over...
"2 seconds at 1 zhang range. Half a second if they're careless."
"Noona... How do you even measure that?"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong smirked and shook her head.
"Not time to learn that yet, so practice Ki Sense like crazy."
Pretending it's nothing, but always dropping hints, Cheon Hwa-ryeong.
"Thanks, noona."
"Know it, then... Hm hm. Lately, you're doing amazing."
Lately, Cheon Hwa-ryeong's edge has dulled way down—she's super chill now.
After that 5-round marathon, and the trip to the duke's estate, she's been total angel mode.
Horns sprout back on the bed, though...
[Euugeeeit! Ja... wrong...! Hwaaaang! You demon!]
The second she gets cocky, crank it to step 4 and back to angel.
Grinned big at Cheon Hwa-ryeong, and suddenly she covered her ass with her hand, face flushing red.
"Kuhk... 1, 1 step... I permit."
"... Who said anything?"
"...... Don't want it?"
"Sounds good."
-Flash!
"Pfft... You incorrigible bastard...♥"
And so, month-end gradually drew near.