110. Senior doing doggy style
110. Senior doing doggy style
The peaceful central capital of the empire.
The street that could be called the center of all luxury and wealth.
On that glittering street, a woman struts around in shabby clothes.
"Huaaam~ Chup! Ugh... My stomach..."
Her mouth gaping wide open without any dignity, scratching her belly like crazy—she's clearly a hungover virgin at first glance.
It's a sight that would make the snooty nobles furrow their brows, but no one dared say a word.
They just turned their heads so as not to catch her eye.
The woman trudged along, and when she got bored, she started humming a tune.
"Today's all like~ Anything fun happening~?"
At the words "fun happening" from her mouth, the nobles with guilty consciences quickened their pace to put distance between them.
Thanks to that, she quickly arrived at a huge, flashy building.
The massive signboard boldly read Luperi Newspaper.
Damn, using three letters from the empire's own name—talk about arrogance.
Yet it's still standing, so there must be some shady deal or deep connections with the imperial family.
She flung open the front door of her workplace...
-Clunk~
Even the employees sitting in the lobby and those rushing around with newspapers bowed politely to her.
"Ah, you're here, Section Chief?"
"You've arri..."
She waved her hand casually.
"Yeah~ Everyone doing good~ Just keep at it. Huaaam... Oh! To my room, one Killer Bee Honey Water~"
"Got it, strong brew?"
"Super strong~"
Scratching her belly, she headed to the fourth floor and flopped onto the sofa in the 'Editing Section Chief' room.
"Huaaam! Whew... Should I go on a field trip?"
"Matilda Fredenna."
".........?"
Suddenly hearing her full name called, chills ran up Editing Section Chief Matilda's back.
She's long since ditched the 'Fredenna' part, and her superiors don't even know her family name.
That means an intruder, and one who broke through every magical security measure from the front door to the stairs.
Matilda sensed she was fucked.
Was the intruder's power level too high, even in the blink of an eye?
No... she couldn't gauge what grudge the client might hold.
Someone who could breach all this would flatten her like smashing a kobold's cock.
She froze stiff, her mind racing nonstop.
'Viscount Horna...? That black magic suspicion was real...? Count Malcolm? The gay thing...? No way... Marquis Festin, the Labyrinth City sex expedition knight-ified...? But how'd they hold back... Fuck... Should've held back on that...'
Her useless thoughts were cut off by a low, gloomy woman's voice.
"Stop."
"...Nyehe... Gulpgulp! Ahem... S-sorry. Hangover... Haha~"
"Take this."
-Whoosh~!
"??? Um... Where the hell did you even throw this from..."
"Shh."
"Yes..."
At least it didn't feel like a torture vibe. Matilda relaxed her body and checked the bundle of papers first.
'Whew... Almost shat myself. What is this...? Let's see... Imperial Crown...'
"???"
Matilda forgot her hangover, shot up from her seat, and looked around.
-Whoosh whoosh
"Um, excuse me! Look, my family's... Well... Chup. Yeah, it turned out that way, but there are still some clan bastards alive somewhere. But showing up with this outta nowhere..."
"Matilda Fredenna, receive this command as a subject of the throne."
Matilda made a shit-eating face like the inevitable had arrived, then knelt on the spot.
"Ha... I shall obey the command."
A voice echoing from somewhere dragged her hangover back out.
"Write it down exactly as dictated, without missing a word. Over."
Matilda couldn't even grasp how urgent this shit was.
She bowed her head like she was smashing it into the floor and replied in a deflated voice.
"I shall obey..."
"......"
"G-gone?"
-Knock knock~ Section Chief, coming in.
-Creeeak...
Matilda hid the document stamped with the crown princess's seal and gave the male employee a bitter smile.
"Haha..."
"? Should I leave it?"
"Yeah... And, one drink... No, two bottles more. The strong stuff."
"Yesss??"
"Haha~ Can't focus on work~ Sneak it past the director~ Just two!"
The male employee chuckled and headed out.
"'Just two' it is, Section Chief! The usual!"
"Aw yeah~ Normally it's one each~"
"Ha, jeez..."
-Clunk...
Matilda, who had been grinning slyly, collapsed onto the sofa with a pukey face.
Then she slowly examined the document...
"...?!? No way, slandering the imperial family themselves? People will talk, what's she thinking...?"
Mulling it over alone, she slowly started smirking.
"Ha... Really shouldn't, but... There's gotta be more to it, right? Let's see..."
That's when someone grabbed Matilda's mouth.
-Smack!
"?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!"
"Shh..."
'G-gone my ass?'
Seeing the woman with her face fully exposed, Matilda trembled finely.
Under her deep purple hair, ink-black eyes looked down at her.
Showing her face means...
"Don't have useless thoughts."
"......"
"Our liege favors those who hold many things close to their chest."
"Gulp..."
"Because such people bend their backs while protecting what's in their grasp."
'F-fuck... Am I d-dead?'
As a highlight reel flashed through Matilda's mind...
"Don't dare look up at the heavens."
-Nod nod...
The hand over Matilda's mouth slid up to her eye corner...
-Swish...
"Huhup! For real, not a ghost?"
Eyes open, Matilda clutched her chest, soothing her heart for a good while.
"Kooo... Ryu-o-nim... I... can't feel a thing anymore...♥ Uhehehe..."
-Scrub scrub scrub...
"Whew! Sleep tight."
After Master passed out, I finished cleaning the room.
It, uh, came out so much... Was a pain in the ass.
"Hehe♥ Eunggh♥ Me, for real... Uhe! Uhehehe!♥"
Tried to say bye and go, but she was sleeping so contentedly, I left her be.
"Be back soon, Silvia."
"Kooo..."
The moment I opened the door...
-Splat~
The floor soaked in the aftermath of passion made my head spin.
"...? D-did it splatter all the way here?"
No way, right...?
[Hwikiiiiiik!!♥ Ahuk♥ It's gone♥ It's gone gone gone again... Againnnn♥ Kkuuung♥♥♥]
Could happen. Yeah...
Or maybe when I was carrying Silvia, she dripped it.
I gladly mopped the floor clean and finished tidying up.
"Whew... Really heading out now, Silvia."
"Hehe♥ Ah chaam♥"
A puppy-like face dreaming of snacks.
After a moment of heartwarming sight, I carefully headed out.
All sorts of thoughts hit me on the way down the stairs.
Tried to hold back a bit, but ended up taking a concubine after just a week.
'Isn't the drug's effect wearing off yet?'
Honestly, Silvia's body was pretty violent.
Even so, the amount I shot... was excessively a lot.
Lately, it feels like my load's increasing steadily?
Does training stamina make it stronger? Stats' influence?
Feels great in the moment, but if I'm stuck in the Labyrinth long-term...
"Tch, headache..."
"Hm? Hup!?! Ah, Ah, Arin..."
"?"
Looking down the stairs, an adventurer gawking at me.
Face rings a bell... Who was it?
But who's this casually half-tut-ing my master?
"Do you know Masternim... No, are you acquaintances?"
"...No."
"Then who might you be, to casually use Master's name like..."
"Wh-what!?! You... You bastard! You don't know me?!? Don't you remember me?!!?"
I shuddered at the familiar cry of entitled assholes.
The classic part-time line: 'Do you know who I am?'
PTSD kicking in, I scowled, ignored the woman, and tried to pass by.
The moment I went down the stairs...
-Thud!
"W-wait! I said, don't you remember me!"
Fuck if I know what she wants.
"Yeah, no clue. Who might you be?"
"Uh... Uuugh..."
Her face drained pale, she clutched her neck.
Yet her other hand gripped her sword hilt.
Matching her, I glared and gripped mine.
As I watched to see if she'd draw or not, passing by...
"Yang Hae-yeon..."
"?"
"That's my name! You... You... Forgetful junior punk!"
"Ah, yes. Yang Hae-yeon-ssi. Then, if you'll excuse me..."
"Huh? Huh... Huhaha... What the..."
Really no memory. But a vague sense of familiarity.
Bitter... Hearing the name, some weird inner closeness...
"Ah!!!"
"Wh-what!"
I raised my sword, staring at Yang Hae-yeon.
"By any chance, Yang Hae-yeon of the Ironworks Guild?"
The sullen woman's face lit up in an instant.
"Yeah! No way you'd forget me! Remember now, junior Ryu-o?!?!"
"And just recently, you even half-tut-ed at Masternim..."
"Kuhum! Kek! Krghhh!! Cough!"
"..."
Fuck if I know why Labyrinth City folks brush shit off like this.
Anyway...
"Man... This sword, it's the one Yang Hae-yeon-ssi used, right? Fits my hand great, using it well."
True fact. It's my everyday carry instead of Malion.
Yang Hae-yeon, full of pride, shrugged and puffed up.
"Ahem! Yeah, junior Ryu-o. And I'm not Ironworks Guild anymore. Dungeon Raid Team 146th batch."
Ooh... Thought she was just a drunk asshole, but a distant senior.
"Haha, my bad for not recognizing you. Nice to meet you, sunbae!"
Hearing "sunbae," one of Yang Hae-yeon's eyes twitched.
-Tremble tremble...
"Ow... Chup..."
"??? Sunbae?"
"Kya... Ahem! Ahem! Krhehem! Yeah, nice to meet you too. Was gonna say 'Arin-nim,' but it slipped out weird, huh?"
"Hm...? Is that so?"
Felt off, but whatever.
Yang Hae-yeon cleared her throat fake, glancing at me.
"Hm... If nothing after this, wanna grab a drink?"
"Yes? Suddenly?"
Yang Hae-yeon's eyes widened, she shook her head.
"W-wait! Not like that! Whew... Don't misunderstand... Was gonna introduce you to fellow Dungeon Raid Team members."
Peeking where she pointed, adventurers were group-drinking happily.
Drinking, huh... Come to think, never drank with anyone but the wives.
Fellow raiders, high fame—nothing to worry about?
"Sure, a bit's fine."
Yang Hae-yeon's face bloomed, flushing red.
"Y-yeah! Wait just a sec! Gotta see the master real quick..."
Hold up... What?
I grabbed the wrist of Yang Hae-yeon rushing up.
-Thud!
"Hic, hiik! Huh?"
Not there...
I pulled Yang Hae-yeon slightly in front of me.
"Sunbae-nim..."
"............ Slurp......"
"Junior has one request."
"Huh..."
"Sunbae-nim?"
Yang Hae-yeon twisted her grabbed wrist gently, speaking.
-Slide... Slide...
"M-ma... Ma-master... Sp-speak..."
Calling her makes excuses vanish...
Scratched my head and just went for it.
I bowed deeply to Yang Hae-yeon...
"Please take me as your disciple!!!"
The booming shout echoed through the Guild.
-Murmur murmur...
-What? Fuck, sounds so good?
-Who's that? Oiled up?
-Wow... Waking up from the booze?
People gathered toward the voice...
"Eh? Knew it... Sob..."
"Sunbae-nim?"
Yang Hae-yeon, like a tragic heroine, stared at the ceiling...
"Come with me..."
She said with total reluctance to spar.
That much hate?
She charged at Master before...