44. Picking up the big-breasted silver-haired blue-eyed elf...
44. Picking up the big-breasted silver-haired blue-eyed elf...
Dawn, as the sun began to rise.
"Groooaaarrr..."
"Uwoooo..."
"Grrrglgl..."
Undead groans were echoing in a place that wasn't even the Labyrinth's 40th floor.
"Meidel... what time is it now?"
"Uuuu... uweu..."
"..."
"It's 7 o'clock..."
The guild staff, who had been pulling all-nighters for days, were groaning like they'd been cursed by a lich.
Silvia, of course, saw right through that it was just a form of protest, not actual undeath.
Silvia sighed, clutching her head and shaking it.
"Just a little more effort..."
-Beep beep beep
At that moment, a rescue signal came from Silvia's Adventurer's Badge.
It was the one directly connected to Ryu-o.
Silvia snapped to attention and whipped her head around to look at Meidel.
"Meidel!!"
"Eek! W-why, what's wrong!"
"Today... what day is today!"
"Huh? It's the 1st, Master..."
Meidel clutched her throbbing head.
No matter how busy they'd been, forgetting 'that promise'?
Silvia yelled at the staff.
"Everyone, go sleep in the on-call room for a bit..."
"Yes, Master!"
-Rumble rumble
The ones who'd just been making undead noises had vanished—who knows where—and the receptionists were scampering off at top speed.
With her expression brightening, Silvia grabbed the back of Meidel's neck as she headed off to sleep.
"Kek! Masteeer! Whyyy!!"
"Bring two Banshee's Cloaks, and the entry/exit logs... don't log it. I need it for a bit."
Meidel, who kept sneaking glances at the on-call room, swallowed her curiosity.
To buy even a little more sleep time.
With her lips pouting hugely, Meidel soon brought one cloak.
Veins bulging on her forehead, Silvia glared at Meidel.
"Hey! I said two! Sigh... do you know how much mana the vault barrier takes..."
"Ah, I know! The rest were reclaimed by the Magic Tower saying they'd recharge them!!"
"...What? Huh?"
Silvia's eyes darted around as she grabbed Meidel and patted her down friskily.
"Why! When did you use them to let them reclaim it! What am I supposed to do now!!!"
"Kyaaah! Masteeer! The 10th floor! The mages used them to investigate the 10th floor!!"
Talk about getting screwed over.
The 'Banshee's Cloak'—simply put, it's a ghost cloak.
A cloak that erases the user's presence and makes them transparent.
But the production cost is insane, and it guzzles mana.
It causes users to hit mana exhaustion in seconds, so they switched it to rechargeable.
Another issue: it doesn't activate on the user's clothes.
But get naked, and boom—invisibility. One hell of an item.
The Magic Tower sold a few before, but after the Labyrinth City turned into a crime den for a bit, the guild took over recovery and management.
And wouldn't you know it—right after that incident, they got sent to the Magic Tower for recharging.
Silvia's lips quivered at the ridiculous coincidence.
"No, nooo... if Ryu-o-nim gets found out... Arin-nim will slice me in half... the guild in half too... ah, aaaah..."
Her exhausted brain and fatigued body dragged Silvia into delusions.
Wondering why Meidel was acting up again, she glared at Silvia, then slipped toward the on-call room after dropping the cloak...
"Meidel! What time is it now!"
"Gah! 7:10..."
"We're late!!!"
Seeing Silvia suddenly stripping off her clothes willy-nilly, Meidel squinted.
"Ugh..."
"Huh?"
"Sigh, at least go to the changing room to undress..."
For one woman seeing another's naked body, Meidel was being pretty decent.
Still, that reaction hurt Silvia—like she'd seen something gross.
Silvia had already been losing confidence in her body lately.
Her flesh was plumping up, her breasts growing so clothes wouldn't fit, her once-toned thighs going soft...
Never even dated once, and now her body was getting this sloppy—her worries were endless.
At this rate, all men would run away...
"Master... I don't know what's up, but isn't it urgent?"
"Huff! M-me leaving is a secret! Don't log it as fieldwork!!"
Watching Silvia hurriedly wrap the cloak and dash out, Meidel smiled brightly.
"Come back safeee..."
Silvia bolted out desperately, tears welling in her eyes.
'Haa... if I get stabbed for sexual harassment... just accept it.'
No choice.
The reason she was going this far? Because a guild staffer had snuck into the Labyrinth at dawn on the 1st.
Ever since, an unwritten rule: no guild staffers loiter around on the 1st of every month.
'If they find out the Master herself is giving special treatment...'
It'd be beyond hanging—straight to the guillotine...
'Q-quick, hurry! We're late!'
Silvia gritted her teeth and headed for the portal.
"Ryu-o-nim! Q-quick, you have to strip! P-people!!! If we get caught, our lives!!!"
Seeing Ryu-o spacing out, Silvia yelled in a small but urgent voice.
"Hurry! Explanations later! The Labyrinth opens soon!"
"Ah, okay!"
Was it Silvia's urgency? Ryu-o, clueless, shoved his clothes into his Inventory.
Then, Ryu-o's naked body emerged, packed solid with muscle...
'.........'
-Gulp!
Silvia's mind blanked for a second.
Thick, rugged muscles crammed with dense, solid ones.
His pecs were sharply angled in perfect shape, and below, abs like god-forged armor, all rugged and bumpy.
Lower still, between his split thigh muscles, a massive... arm? Huh?
"..."
"Master!"
"..."
"Master??!"
At Ryu-o's hands grabbing her shoulders, Silvia arched her back, trembling finely.
"Uuu... s-sorry!"
Her womb clenched tight! Silvia slapped her own cheek.
-Smack!
"Q-quick, get in!"
"Huh? Ah, okay!"
Silvia spread the large cloak wide, standing on tiptoes, but...
"Hey, your head! Hurry!"
Ryu-o had to duck for the cloak to cover them.
Silvia trembled as she tightly hugged Ryu-o's waist.
Then, footsteps approached.
-Thud thud
-Opening in 10 minutes! For once, send one party at a time!
-Shut up, you block the outside!
-No, sunbae-nim... last time that mess...
"Happened!"
-Ah, got it!
The guards, who'd been yelling back and forth with the outside, snapped to position in front of the portal.
Silvia shivered at the guards arriving 5 minutes early.
-Squeeze...! Tremble tremble...
Her breasts pressed firm against Ryu-o, something wedged between her thighs unnoticed, as Silvia hugged him fiercely.
Then, Ryu-o's hand touched her slender back.
-Pat pat...
'Ah...'
His broad frame and large hand on her back started calming Silvia's heart.
How could a person be this kind... a woman pressing her naked body against him, and he comforts her like this.
The ideal man, one who understands and embraces women.
Looking up, she saw Ryu-o's flushed face, lips pursed tight.
No displeasure, just embarrassment.
Her calming heart revved up again.
-Thump thump thump!
A sturdy woman getting aroused by this sight? Inevitable.
Unconsciously, Silvia rubbed her now-sticky thighs together.
In that instant...
-Spring! Squish!
Ryu-o's thing roughly shoved between her thighs.
'!!!!?!?!!?!!?'
It lifted her mound firmly, the tip poking out between her butt cheeks.
Feeling the hot heat and bulging veins directly, Silvia...
"Hyau...♥"
Let out a pathetic sound no woman should make.
The guards tilted their heads, glancing at each other.
"Did you hear..."
"Yeah, was it just me?"
Seeing the guards gripping spears and scanning around, the two held their breath.
Ryu-o squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed Silvia's ankles, and lifted her up.
'????!?!??!'
Ryu-o shook his head, signaling with his eyes.
Silvia clamped her mouth shut.
Lifting Silvia, Ryu-o cautiously stepped out.
Luckily barefoot, no footsteps echoed.
But...
-Slide... slide... squelch...♥
The rubbing was unavoidable.
Silvia gritted her teeth, tears streaming.
Her sensitive parts grinding against the hot rod.
A burning sensation stiffened her toes.
The sounds grew lewder.
-Squelch♥ squelch♥ slurp♥
Silvia felt so wronged.
Rubbing naked against a guy with this face and body—no woman could endure.
Especially a handsome guy getting aroused by her pathetic body?
That's fantasy novel stuff, a dream man.
Silvia twitched, staring blankly at her dream man.
-Drip...♥
Unaware of the thin trail of fluid running down.
"Hey..."
'!!!!'
At Ryu-o's sudden voice, Silvia startled and looked around.
They were in a deserted alley.
Silvia, losing track of time, spoke up.
"S-sorry..."
"Sorry, Master, you're not uncomfortable, right??"
"Huh? Huh?"
At the unexpected reply, Silvia...
-Squelch♥ squeeze...!!
"Ugh, my back..."
"S-sorry!"
She'd unconsciously wrapped her legs tight around Ryu-o.
In the deserted alley, the guild master's flushed-red face floated as she bowed to me.
"I'll... I'll make sure this never happens again."
"No... I get the situation."
Master forgot her clothes, apparently.
Hence wrapping herself in that Banshee's Cloak.
... Awkward. No clue what to say.
At least we're not mentioning it.
Seems we're tacitly glossing over.
I pushed through the awkwardness.
"... Shall we head to the guild? I have a bunch of items I want appraised."
Master nodded, then paused.
"Yes, let's go... Ah, sorry. It's Sunday, so the appraisers aren't in."
Labyrinth City... treats workers pretty well, huh.
Yeah, appraisers are people too—they need rest.
"What about the church...?"
"If it's essences not for healing, they're not operating..."
No biggie. Just a bit annoying.
Then Master perked up, nodding eagerly.
"Leave it to me, I'll appraise them by tomorrow! Just come pick them up."
"There are a lot of items—sure it's okay?"
"Haha, my Subspace only has pipes and herbs anyway. Plenty of room! And as apology, I'll cover the appraisal fees!"
The guild master looked oddly pleased—free service? I'll take it.
I handed items to Master one by one.
-Flutter flutter
The cloak parted slightly, flashing skin, but I saw nothing.
Driving me nuts... why so defenseless... and those breasts why so...
Lately too healthy, gonna lose it. Mago's fault?
"Um... Ryu-o-nim... there..."
The wet trail between her thighs peeking out was embarrassing as hell.
Elves are subculture fantasy, right... and this elf...
Doing it on purpose? But I'm taken...
"Ryu-o-nim... it, it won't fit anymore..."
Her lewd, teary voice startled me.
"Huh??? What won't."
Master, arms full of items, looked troubled.
"My Subspace... is full..."
"Ah..."
You said plenty of room! Damn it!