Chapter 4. The Frustrated, Masturbation-Addicted Housewife Egelina (24) [3]

I wiped down Egelina's body for her. Once I'd tidied up her disheveled hair and helped her into a robe, she handed me some clothes.

"S-sorry... I squirted so messily..."

When I'd stripped earlier, I was supposed to store my clothes in my inventory, but I was too worked up and just tossed them on the floor. Thanks to Egelina squirting over and over in that state, my clothes ended up soaked through too. I'd stashed them in my inventory for now, but they were in no condition to wear.

"These are your husband's clothes—is that okay?"

"Yes. They're the ones I bought for him last time... He tried them on once and said he didn't like them... He won't even notice they're gone."

"In that case, I'll gladly wear them."

I slipped into the clothes, and Egelina looked at me with satisfaction.

"They suit you perfectly. You look so handsome. You'd look good in anything."

"Thanks. But ma'am... no, Egelina, you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so beautiful yourself that even a robe looks stunning on you."

"R-really?"

"Yes. You're truly beautiful."

It was time to go. But first, the finishing touch.

"That was the best. I'll never forget it."

Along with her satisfied review came the rewards.

The experience and Luck Ticket came from the system. Then,

"H-here, it's not much, but please take it. For the clothes."

What she handed me was money. 100,000 ron in cash.

"I already got the clothes though?"

"S-still... please accept it."

"Alright then. Thanks."

"No, thank you... for giving me a memory I'll never forget."

Her eyes grew tender. At that almost farewell-like attitude, I grinned and stepped closer.

"Why talk like it's over?"

"H-huh?"

I grabbed her breasts. The full, plush sensation through the robe was utterly satisfying.

"Your husband's sins are too grave for this to forgive them all."

She must realize it now. All that nonsense about being friends with the lord was a blatant lie. But it didn't matter. I just needed an excuse to cross the line that first time anyway.

"I'll be sticking around the village for a while, so I'll drop by often."

"...When my husband's away, I'll hang a red string outside the window."

Egelina hung a red cord from the window frame. An easy signal to spot from outside.

"Got it. See you next time."

"Y-yes. Next time..."

I climbed back out the window, waved to her, and slipped away down the alley.

What real luck.

I'd vented my pent-up lust, claimed the quest rewards, leveled up massively thanks to the huge EXP, and even scored some cash.

And the moment I left the alley...

A new quest had appeared.

After Baek Sion left, Egelina stared out the window for a long while before finally closing it and standing before the mirror.

Until yesterday, I'd look in this mirror and just lament my fate...

Egelina's life had been rough. Her mother had died of illness when she was young. And her father was a gambling addict. He'd rack up debts hitting the tables every day. Then one day, when he could borrow no more...

Her father did something insane. He bet his own daughter, Egelina, as stakes in a game. The winner was Habak.

Just like that, Egelina was married off like merchandise, and her father—who still couldn't pay his debts—fled and abandoned her.

But Habak only slept with her that first night. After that, he never came looking again.

Egelina had always wondered why her husband ignored her for whores. His answers were:

"Your hair color's tacky."

"Lose some weight. What kind of body is that for a woman?"

"Your tits are so huge it's gross."

"You're ugly—no fun in it."

"I hate your voice."

She'd believed him. Convinced her looks were the problem, she'd spent her days in quiet depression. Her only solace was fantasizing about being loved by another man.

So when her eyes met Baek Sion's and she saw him get hard just looking at her, she couldn't refuse. The thrill of someone desiring her so intensely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was overwhelming.

Her fantasies had finally become real. But she was scared. If her husband's words were true, if she was so flawed, wouldn't this man be disappointed too?

But Baek Sion was different. He said the opposite of everything her husband had.

"Even your messy hair is beautiful."

"Your body's so hot, I'm hard again."

"Tits like these? I could grope them all day."

"What a pretty face."

"Your moans alone could make me cum again."

She didn't need to think hard to know whose words were true. The woman in the mirror now...

...is beautiful.

Bathed in one man's love, she looked stunning even to herself. Even the red marks from his fierce sucking on her lips felt like beautiful adornments.

It was always his problem.

Through Baek Sion, she'd learned the truth. That first time with her husband... it was nothing. Not even as good as Baek Sion's foreplay.

That's why he avoided me.

Habak was extremely authoritarian. A hardcore misogynist who prized his dignity above all. He'd dodged her because he knew he couldn't satisfy her. But he couldn't admit his own inadequacy as a man.

...Pathetic.

She'd never loved him from the start. She'd tried to make the best of it, but it meant nothing.

But she couldn't leave. She was bought property. He wouldn't let her go.

So she'd resigned herself, day by day.

...Isn't there a way?

Now, she wanted to find one. The brief time with Baek Sion had been so sweet that all her wasted years felt agonizingly lost. She didn't want to squander another moment on that man Habak.

Rather than thinking about him, I'd rather think of Sion.

All the time she wasted on her husband now... no, even more, she wanted to devote to Baek Sion.

She didn't even hope to be with him. He was a hero candidate, destined for great deeds and epic journeys. And she was a married woman, already wed once. She didn't want to drag him down from her lowly position.

Just... once in a while, even...

No. Even if she never saw him again, just thinking of him and longing would make her happier than now. She was sure of it.

...Is there nothing I can do for him?

Still, she wanted to be meaningful to Baek Sion. Was there something she could do to become that?

Cook for him—would he like that? He seemed to love her breasts; was there a way to make him feel even better with them? Or maybe some secret sexual fetish he craved?

...Ah. That map Mother left behind?

She remembered the heirloom her mother had hidden before dying. Worried about her husband's gambling, she'd made Egelina promise not to tell her father.

Maybe that could help Sion...

It was amazing. Just the thought of doing something for him warmed her heart.

Suddenly, it hit Egelina:

Maybe meeting him was a once-in-a-lifetime stroke of luck for me?

By now, night had fully fallen. Walking the dark streets, I opened my status window.

Hunting? Just that one rock spider earlier. But with sex and quests alone, I was already Lv.19. I'd dumped every level-up point into Body.

Job change was open now. Technically from Lv.10, but I couldn't do it right away. Needed to hit the training hall, meet the job NPC, and pass the test—and they weren't around at night.

Job change first thing tomorrow.

My path was set from the start. I was still mulling a bit, but I'd probably repeat my past life's job.

Weapon Master.

In my past life, picking it was a huge mistake. The defining trait? Mastering tons of weapons. Strong weapons make a strong Weapon Master. Weak ones? You're weak too. Classic high ceiling, low floor job.

That's what made it so frustrating.

Good weapons cost money. Enhancing them costs more. Fail an enhancement and lose the weapon? Buy another!

Wealth and luck—that's what a Weapon Master needs. Back then, I was broke and unlucky.

But this life? Luck's on my side. With this power, enhancements would be a breeze.

Time to hit that high ceiling for real.

I'd become a true hero scraping the middle. Reach the peak? Demon God or whatever—I'd slice 'em all.

Won't even take years.

Money? I'd make it. That's why I was here.

Beginner villages are huge. So the entertainment industry's booming. This street was it—the red-light district with a gambling den.

"Welcome! First time here, sir?"

This was the gambling den. The bald brute at the door grinned obsequiously.

"Hate being treated like a mark."

His face changed at my words. He couldn't hide his surprise but bowed politely.

"My apologies. Didn't expect to see ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a VIP here."

This dive looked like a hole-in-the-wall, but it was backed by a massive syndicate with branches across the continent. They shared intel.

"Mole" was their slang for a sucker. "Squirrel" meant VIP. Knowing their lingo marked me as one, so he assumed I was.

Strictly speaking, not wrong.

Past life, I was their VIP. Even hit headquarters often.

"I'll inform the boss."

More bowing, but I scowled.

"Probing feels shitty too."

Another test. No way he'd report to a "boss"—he was the boss here.

"Forgive me. Never dreamed I'd meet a VIP in a place like this."

His attitude flipped. No fawning, just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proper respect.

"No games anyway. Just here to play a bit. Don't mind me, do your thing."

"Yes, sir. Enjoy your time."

Perfect. He bought me as a VIP now... I could fleece them worry-free.?