The More You Hang Out With Women, The Stronger You Get

The path of a Weapon Master is not an easy one. Its floor is low, and its ceiling is high—and the climb toward that ceiling demands a truly staggering amount of money.

In the end, most players who change jobs to Weapon Master swallow their tears, delete the character, and raise a new one under a different job. A foul reputation piled up as a matter of course, until the class became the very byword for a job people filtered out of party play.

And yet, why do people still change jobs to Weapon Master? Why, even at the job-change training hall of this beginner village, were there more hopefuls for Weapon Master than for any other job? And why, in my past life, did I keep raising a Weapon Master all the way to the end, even after regretting it so bitterly?

The answer is simple.

It's cool.

The style, at least, is genuinely out of this world. For people like me—drawn more to weapons than to magic—there is no job as romantic as Weapon Master. And the skill that carries the heart of that coolness is this one.

The moment I activated the skill, the weapons lying on the ground rose gently into the air—a sparring sword, a spear, and a shield. They drifted around my body as if standing guard over me. On the eastern continent of this world, the technique is also called the art of the flying sword.

Yeah. This is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it.

A high-level Weapon Master can keep dozens of weapons suspended in the air. The sight is a true spectacle, and a great many people choose the job after getting drunk on that image alone. I had set my own path after seeing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it, and every time I grew sick to death of being a Weapon Master… floating a few weapons in the air and simply looking at them would put me in a good mood all over again.

Of course, it isn't a skill that's merely cool. It is the very core of the Weapon Master job itself.

"Gawella. I'm ready."

The yard had by now been completely converted into a training ground. Gawella, standing across from me, gave a nod—and she, too, lifted the weapons scattered at her feet. A training sword, a spear, and a shield, the same as mine.

"Here I come."

The instant she took a single step toward me, the spear floating around her body shot straight at me. In the same breath, she hurled the dagger in her hand.

I moved the training shield hovering in the air. I wasn't gripping it with my hands. Once Weapon Control is active, a weapon can be piloted by will and mind alone.

KWA-GAK!

Gawella's thrown dagger buried itself in my shield. I drove the spear and the sword through the air at the same time, one aimed at her head and the other at her legs—and in that very instant, thrust the dagger in my hand toward her abdomen.

She reacted and started to twist away. In that moment—

I triggered Cancel and killed the motion dead. Then, without a break, I unfolded a new skill.

The spear stretching through the air toward Gawella's head, and the dagger gripped in my hand—the two weapons traded places. Spear in both hands, I chased her down, but—

THOOM!

Gawella halted her own dodge with Cancel, then caught her shield through Switch and blocked my spear. She even shoved that shield into my face to cut off my vision, and drove a sword toward my abdomen.

I thrust my shield out and stopped the blade. At the same time, the dagger and sword floating beside me aimed for her back—only for the spear hovering at her side to knock both of them away.

I fell back to open the distance, laid my shield flat, and hurled it at her. She slipped aside with ease, but I bent my will and my focus and crooked the shield's path in midair.

The real target, though, was something else. The dagger I had blocked earlier was still lodged in the shield. I steered it toward her throat, but—

"Kh!"

With overwhelming force, she ripped control of that dagger away from me and shot it straight back. Then she charged at the same speed as the blade and thrust her spear.

The entire exchange had unfolded in a mere five seconds.

This is how a Weapon Master fights. Bringing every kind of weapon to bear as the moment demands looks magnificent, and the mind game—choices branching without end—is just as seductive. No wonder it knocks everybody flat.

The drawbacks, though, are just as plain. For me, right now, even more so.

"Ngh…"

Somewhere around the thirty-minute mark of the spar, a vicious headache hit me, as if it meant to split my skull. Piloting weapons through Weapon Control is a miserably headache-inducing business. It demands fierce concentration, and you have to keep calculating your way through an endless contest of wits.

And I'm worse off than most.

My synchronization is already complete. The advantages that come of it far outweigh the rest, but there are drawbacks, and the greatest is that I feel pain in full. A headache like this is no exception.

"Sion. Are you all right?"

"Yes. I'm all right now. Still, thirty minutes is about as far as I can go."

I only held out this long because Belle brought me an Essence of Desire every single day and my Mental stat had climbed. It still felt like a shame—but Gawella looked as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"'Only'? Enduring even that much strays far beyond common sense!"

Her face was thoroughly flushed. She looked genuinely proud of me.

"And every time I watch you, I am astonished! What in the world is that proficiency? On proficiency alone, you surpass even me!"

Well. Given my level right now, it had to sound absurd. The duration of Weapon Control is influenced by the Mental stat, but the skill's performance itself isn't affected by any stat at all. What matters most is talent, and after that, experience—and I have the talent, on top of the mountain of experience I already stacked up in my past life. Forget the Weapon Masters currently sitting in the upper ranks; even most instructor NPCs probably couldn't reach my level.

Which is exactly why Gawella's existence was something to be all the more grateful for. She possessed an understanding close to my own.

Thanks to that, I was gaining a tremendous amount of proficiency every single day.

"Heheh… Truly, the more I look, the more remarkable you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are."

Was she happy to see me grow? Gawella smiled as she looked at me.

"Just as expected of the man I yearn for."

There was no need to read her thoughts. She doesn't lie, and her eyes alone let me feel how fierce her affection for me is.

"Come here."

I drew her into my arms. She is a woman far stronger than I am, and yet the way she nestles meekly against me and rests her head on my chest is genuinely lovely.

"Mm… Sion… chu…♡"

When she swings a weapon beside me, she is a valiant warrior woman. Even when she takes my cock into her rear hole, she is utterly unreserved. But the way she suddenly turns into a girl the moment we kiss is cute in its own right.

Our pressed lips parted, and we began to seek out each other's tongues. Hers explored all the way along my gums, and I sucked on it. Our breaths grew hotter by degrees. I lifted her in my arms and headed for the bedroom.

She stripped my clothes; I stripped hers. Looking at her naked body, I used Weak Point Detection.

The first time I confirmed her weak points, I had been genuinely shocked. Every bit of her sexual sensitivity was concentrated in her rear hole, and that fact hasn't changed—her asshole truly is her weak point. But unlike at the start, her nipples, her clitoris, and the inside of her pussy have now taken on a fair shade of red as well.

"You've developed quite a lot."

"It is thanks to your guidance and training, Sion."

As she said, a large share of the credit is mine. But her own role is hardly small. Her rear is truly weak; set her beside anyone else, and Gawella is the only person whose weak point is this fatal. Thanks to that, every time I rammed my cock into her ass, the proficiency of Weak Point Detection climbed and climbed.

Thanks to that, Weak Point Detection had reached a whopping level 19—the highest of any skill I currently possessed. As the level rose, new effects had been added, and one of them was precisely the weakening of weak points. Through that function, I had steadily developed her erogenous zones.

She was the one who had raised the skill's level, so her role was large as well. And while I lead the development, she takes part in it too.

"Did you train by yourself again yesterday?"

"I did. Following your guidance, Sion… I trained diligently."

"Then—would you show me how you trained?"

"A-all right."

Gawella, always proud and without a shred of shame, couldn't hide her embarrassment now. Face gone red, she hesitated a moment—then struck her own lower belly with her palm.

Smack! Smack!

The blows were quite hard. A thick, meaty sound rang out, and the struck flesh swelled red at once.

"Like this… if I think of you, Sion, and smack my lower belly… I can feel the inside of my pussy ringing, growing a little more sensitive…♡"

From the very beginning, stimulating her lower belly had made the inside of her pussy grow sensitive. Even now, those inner walls were turning a deeper red, little by little.

"And if I press my clit down hard like this and rub it… the shivery feeling grows stronger. Of course… it only works if I press while thinking of you, Sion♡"

Gawella pressed her clitoris firmly with her left index finger and rubbed it hard. Her nipples swelled a little further, and fluid began to seep from her pussy. When she finally lifted her finger away, the clit, too, had swollen an even deeper red.

Next she set both hands on her breasts and, flicking her fingers quickly, swept them over her swollen nipples.

"And the nipples as well—if I scratch them with my fingers, the way one scratches an itch… if I touch them while imagining your thick fingers, Sion… it tingles♡"

She hadn't so much as laid a hand on her ass yet, but the blanket beneath her was already growing wet. She had come a remarkably long way. This was a moment when the labor of developing her truly paid off.

"I never thought you'd devote yourself so fiercely to developing your sensitivity, Gawella."

"But of course."

I had said it to tease her, wanting to see more of that embarrassed look—but she answered with an unexpected seriousness.

"Did you not promise that, once the sensitivity of my pussy grew keener, you would grant me true intercourse?"

"Th-that's right."

I could put it in even now, if I wanted to. Gawella would allow it. But I would be the only one feeling good. She would feel nothing but pain, or at best a modest pleasure, and that would be the whole of it.

That sort of thing is a little…

Gawella is yearning for me. I have no intention of living with my eyes fixed on only one person, but I like her all the same, and I don't want to be the only one taking pleasure from a woman like that. So I had put off her first time until her sensitivity was developed enough. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I obviously can't make her pussy as sensitive as her ass, but I still want to raise it to an ordinary level.

"Sion. Until not long ago, I lived resenting the fact that I was born a woman."

"You don't mean…"

"I do. I thought that, had I been born a man, I might have set my sights on an even higher realm."

In physical ability alone, men surpass women, and the Yaka are no exception. For a moment, gloom surfaced in the eyes of Gawella as she looked upward, and in her feelings—then her gaze, turning back to me, cleared.

"But after I met you, my thoughts changed. Now I am grateful, instead, to have been born a woman capable of receiving your love."

She smiled and rubbed her lower belly. It was an unconscious gesture.

"With each day that passes, I wish to become more feminine. That is why… I want to take you in with a woman's sex."

To think I would hear something this earnest out of nowhere. And in the expression, the voice, and the feelings of the Gawella looking at me now, the affection directed at me came through with fierce intensity.

"Even so… please do not neglect this hole too much…♡"

At the same time, a burning desire reached me. Gawella thrust her hips toward me and spread her asshole with her own hands, tempting me. My cock swelled as if it might burst.

"Don't worry. I won't neglect a single one."

I lifted her so that her back rested against my chest, supporting the insides of her thighs with both arms and cradling the back of her head in my palms. Then I lowered her body and pushed my glans into her anus.

"Nnh, hh…♡ Sion… so strong…♡ This position… I cannot resist♡ I can feel your strength properly…♡"

She truly couldn't move an inch. She possesses overwhelming stats, far stronger than I am—and yet the sight of her frozen helpless the moment my cock is buried in that pathetically weak rear hole is seriously hot.

I held her body fixed and drove my hips up hard from below.

Squelch— smack!

"Gheh…♡ Sion's strong cock…♡ has pierced me through…♡"

From that alone her eyes unfocused, and drool began to spill from the tip of the tongue that had slipped past her lips. But I had said it plainly. I would neglect neither of them. The development, of course, had to continue as well.

I drew three dildos from my inventory, every one of them enhanced to +15. The moment I used Weapon Control, the three of them rose gently into the air.

I rocked my hips hard while controlling all three.

Smack! Smack!

The first dildo struck her lower belly.

"Hh…♡ Inside♡ it's whimpering… harder, you may strike me harder♡"

I had timed the blow to the instant I lifted my hips and rammed all the way into her ass, so the pleasure she felt grew far greater.

Press—

The second dildo ground down on her clitoris, pressing and rubbing, while the third writhed as if it were alive, glancing across both nipples as though it were striking them.

"Nnh… I—I feel it♡ my nipples are shivering…♡"

A mirror stood before us now. Gawella's face had melted completely.

"Gawella. Look in the mirror. You're already plenty feminine, and beautiful."

The valiant, overwhelming figure she had shown in the spar was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was one woman held in a man's arms, and watching her have her sensitivity developed in that state excited me all the more.

Gawella was no less aroused.

"Nngh… hh♡ Sion, I am glad…♡ My face—make me even more… a woman… a bitch…♡ Haah! Hnnn♡"

I slammed my hips in. And slammed them in again.