67. The silver-haired big-breasted elf becoming increasingly lewd
67. The silver-haired big-breasted elf becoming increasingly lewd
Mysterious space, floating sensation, life-threatening situation, etc.
All the elements that had Silvia gripped by terror flew away the instant Ryu-o's sturdy cock touched her.
The thing that sprang up in an instant from inside the cloak.
Its force was so tremendous, it shoved aside Silvia's plump uterine folds and pressed hard against her navel.
Men definitely sag when you stack one or two gold coins on them, they'd said...
-kuguk♥ puk~
"Hyiiiik!"
Her womb, already soft and gooey from all the recent masturbation.
As the plump, dark-red glans throbbed, Silvia hit a light climax.
-twitch!!!! Drool...
"Hauuu...♥"
Silvia lost her mind at the sight of Ryu-o's forearm-thick cock.
Complex emotions draining away, her tension-melted body filled to the brim with lust.
That 'thing' she'd vigorously used every night as a side dish was right in front of her...
'Cock... c-cock... it's here... huh? In this situation? A guy's?'
Eyes rolling back, Silvia looked up at Ryu-o.
"..."
"..."
The two locked eyes for a few seconds.
Silvia's heart fluttered at the thought that the man of her dreams actually had feelings for her.
"Ryu-o-nim... how in the world... ahem!"
Silvia's tongue twisted as she sneakily tried to check the angle.
Feeling embarrassed, she opened her mouth again.
"Ryu-o-nim... my body..."
In that instant...
"Sorry, Master! Th-the truth is, I accidentally took too much Troll's Blood!"
"Huh?"
Ryu-o sat her down on the dry ground and wrapped the cloak around her.
But the jutting cock was still throbbing.
'Th-that... so it wasn't because of me...'
Troll's Blood. An expensive ingredient that boosts blood flow and aids muscle recovery.
And for men, it causes... that kind of reaction...
'Ah, I must've accidentally brushed against it earlier... ah... so that's what it was.'
A twinge of disappointment made Silvia's chest ache.
The chill wind on her chest started bringing her reason back bit by bit.
With reason returning, pathetic sights no woman should show a man—and her blunders on Ryu-o's body—started flashing in her mind.
The two, brimming with nothing but lust, each felt mortified and shriveled up like grilled squid over a fire.
That suffocating silence flowed between them...
"You know, Master, there's something I'd like to ask of you."
"Y-Yes!? Yes! Wh-what is it, sir!"
Silvia nodded vigorously at Ryu-o's question, which carried the implication of 'let's pretend this never happened.'
She'd imagined something naughty at the word 'request,' but no way.
"I'd like to buy as many Mimic corpses as possible. Would that be okay?"
"Ah... I'll get as many as I can."
"Thank you, Master."
Awkward silence resumed.
Silvia finally started taking in her surroundings.
'Forest above and below...? Inside the Labyrinth?'
To break the silence, Silvia spoke up.
"B-by the way, Ryu-o-nim. Where exactly is this?"
"Ah, well... an intermediate floor of the dungeon."
She'd half-suspected, but it was true.
Silvia had never heard of such an ability in her life.
Curiosity sprouted wildly at this near-nonexistent safe zone in the Labyrinth.
"J-just as I thought! How did you get here?! Does that mean you came with me..."
"Uh... the details are kinda hard to explain..."
'Ah...'
He couldn't explain because there was no easy way to, but Silvia wouldn't know that.
Feeling even more disappointed, she nodded.
"Got it..."
"Sorry, Master."
"N-no, I should be the one apologizing. For showing you such an unseemly sight..."
"That can happen. Don't worry about it, Master."
Seeing Ryu-o act like the perfect gentleman, Silvia's heart ached even more.
Even after she'd shown him her pathetic, filthy side, he spoke to her so kindly.
Any woman would fall for that.
But what good was swooning alone? Their hearts had to connect...
'Yeah... no expectations...'
Silvia decided to lighten her heart.
She'd secretly pine for him and hide her feelings forever.
"U-um, Ryu-o-nim. Do you know about when you'll be heading out...?"
She figured since he'd gotten in, he'd know the way out too.
Ryu-o smiled and nodded.
"They've probably all entered the Labyrinth by now. If someone comes investigating, they'll come back here, so don't be startled, okay?"
"Yes, take care."
Just as both were about to stand...
Her legs gave out completely.
-shake... flop
"Hyaat!"
The cloak slipped a bit, exposing her breasts...
-throb!
Ryu-o's cock flipped the cloak aside and revealed its majesty once more.
"........."
"S-sorry!"
Not even touched, yet so rigid.
Burned into her eyes, an unforgettable shape.
Silvia rediscovered hope.
Fortunately, no investigation team came outside or anything.
Once the Labyrinth opened and the trail went completely cold, they all seemed to head back to their real jobs.
The two, now in fresh clothes, faced each other in the Guild.
This was Silvia's room.
"Then, the Mimics are in your hands."
"Yeees... take care going in."
Watching Ryu-o hurry out, Silvia gaped.
'Definitely... he got hard looking at me.'
Not from external stimulus—it was definitely her breasts that made him hard.
Her excited heart matched her body heating up.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥"
Silvia grinned and buried her nose in the cloak Ryu-o had wrapped around her.
"Sniff... not just me... it's this smell, right?"
As she started stripping, Silvia's lewdness reached its peak.
Imagining a naughty man getting hard from her body, she pleasured herself furiously.
-jjeok!♥ jjeok!♥ jjeok!♥ jjeok!♥ jjeok!♥ jjeok!♥
"Sniff sniff! Lick! Ryu-o-nim... hyaaang♥ I... I love it too♥"
It had been mere 30 minutes since she'd resolved to give up.
Silvia prayed for next month to come soon as she sank into delusion.
More and more...
-chubop chubop chubop~♥
How do these things always happen right at the start of the month...
Of course, it was a disaster I'd brought on myself, but the world felt cruel anyway.
"Whew, no time for this. Gotta head in quick."
This time, planning to enter the Labyrinth once more.
Through proper procedures, without a hitch.
From Labyrinth 1st floor, unseen spot, straight to the 13th—no problem.
Current time: 9:30. Even top adventurers couldn't reach the 13th in 1 hour 30 minutes.
I calmly plotted my plan and dashed toward the Labyrinth.
Labyrinth City center. Near the Labyrinth entrance.
A dozen or so rough-looking thugs glared piercingly at the Labyrinth entrance.
People sidestepped the menacing punks oozing hostility.
Clustered in groups of twos and threes, punks not even entering the Labyrinth.
They looked awfully insolent, but not in Labyrinth City.
Plenty of fierce-faced folks around, maybe just resting before heading in?
Could be other reasons... who cares? Kinda annoying blocking the way.
-What're they doing?
-Looks like they're waiting to properly breach it?
-Hoo... how far they gonna go?
-Hey, heard about that? Few days ago, the Duchy announced an Honorary Knight...
People shrugged it off and lost interest quick.
Gotta sell to the adventurers pouring out in days—or hours.
Peddlers dodging their stalls gossiped idly.
Adventurers would take time to emerge, so might as well chat.
One merchant suddenly yelled amid the chatter.
"What? No way that's true? Hey! Don't lie!"
"It is! The Duchy announced they took down an Orc Hero! I heard the details from my guy!"
Reason they shouted for all to hear...
"Know anything about what went down inside the banquet hall?"
Bards come buy juicy info like this for cash.
They snag it cheap, then spin it tasty in squares or taverns for profit.
Merchant basics! Buy low, sell high!
But bards have ranks too...
"Gasp! Singer of the Wind?!"
"Haha, you know me?"
"'Course... around here, not knowing you means you're troll food."
Fancy taverns invite bards direct.
To keep noble sirs entertained, get 'em ordering pricier booze.
The guy hopping those upscale spots was Labyrinth City's top bard, 'Singer of the Wind.'
Sophisticated, no sleaze, voice fitting noble dignity and such...
Anyway! The bard nodded and spoke.
"Source of the info?"
"My cousin's the coachman for House Hars..."
Verified, the bard pulled five silver coins from his pocket.
Merchant took 'em, passed one to his WWE-helping buddy merchant.
"Then let's begin."
"Mm."
And so the tale began...
"So get this, hair black as obsidian..."
"I know, I know... what I wanna hear's the banquet hall inside!"
Murmur murmur
"So then, right on the baron's husband's cheek! Wham!? Pow!"
"How's the coachman know that?"
"Sigh... drunk nobles make such a racket in the carriage!"
"I get it... mm-hmm..."
A shadow fell over the info-swapping group.
The identity: those punks who'd been eyeing the entrance without entering? Adventurers?
Didn't matter to them.
Just shrank shoulders at the shady vibe.
Merchant eyed the encircling thugs timidly.
"Wh-why...?"
One thug, right cheek deeply sunken woman, tremblingly said.
"Th-that story... say it again. H-Honorary what?"
"Uh... w-well, you wanna hear the details too?"
Woman ground her teeth, glaring at the merchant.
-grind!
"Eek!"
"No! Is it true some Jang Ryu-o became the Duchy's Honorary Knight!!!?"
"Wh-whew! Yes! True! Announced yesterday or two days ago..."
"Fuck!!! "
Suddenly, the woman gnawing her nails turned pale.
"What do I do... f-fuck... shit..."
Her deranged behavior started unnerving the merchant too.
Then...
"Wh-why are y—huh? O-over there! Honorary Knight!"
-Where? Whoa! Can't miss him!
-Damn... look at that?
-Killer... fucker...
Opposite the admirers, woman ground her teeth.
"Guys... one report back... rest, we go in."
"D-deputy boss...! Didn't you hear?"
"Shut your trap, you dumb fuck. Sigh, die here or there..."
The thug pack muttered cryptic shit and headed for the Labyrinth entrance.
Left-behind merchants and bard relaxed, sighing deeply.
"Phew... what the hell? Just crazies?"
"Yeah... thought we'd get stabbed..."
Things returned to normal around them. No time to care.
Labyrinth City was too cutthroat to worry about others.