004: The Priestess's ♡♡ Addiction
"How'd it go?"
After hearing Daesik's explanation, Hanbyeol had gone around the city contacting the guards. She returned safely, and her answer to Daesik's impatient question was, fortunately, positive.
"Looks like they've been lobbying this organization regularly. When we showed some goodwill this time, they were like, 'Why give us all this?' and said they wouldn't interfere with back-alley fights."
"Good. First, we'll consolidate the underworld like that, then take on these hot topics making noise lately. In this world, it's common for crime bosses and the mayor to be in cahoots. I found records of it in the ledgers. That'll make talks easier. Once we expand our scale and pretend we're the ones capturing and selling otherworlders as slaves, they'll accept us. It's a hassle off their plate, and we can recruit other users on our end."
Daesik's fluent explanation left me a bit skeptical, so I cautiously raised a counterpoint.
"But isn't that too optimistic? We don't know the power gap. We don't even know how strong your subordinates are, or the enemy's forces."
"We're max level, aren't we? And objectively, these guys are weak. No training or anything. They just gather thugs who can throw punches and roll them out. Same everywhere."
"...But why couldn't Hanbyeol and I resist when we were kidnapped?"
"You two didn't invest a single point in strength or stamina stats. Hanbyeol even had her mana sealed."
I had nothing to say. It meant we were weaker than those guys. I couldn't even guess what the original characters had been doing to get kidnapped by people Daesik called weak.
Hanbyeol, thinking it sounded promising unlike me, tossed a different question at Daesik.
"Daesik oppa, say we gather other users. No guarantee only good ones will show up. What if we save some and they PK us? It's not like a game here—lives seem singular. We might not respawn if we die."
"I've memorized the blacklist, so it's fine. They won't get a chance to harm anyone right away anyway—they'll be too busy surviving. Plus, only a few would troll in reality after the game turned real. Unless they go wild with fireballs from their hands and get themselves killed."
"How do you memorize all that? This game's years old..."
"You memorize it running a guild. Tons of sneaky types join pretending to be legit just to raid the warehouse."
Was that the bare minimum for a guild master? I nodded inwardly, impressed.
In reality, Daesik, Hanbyeol, and their underlings would handle the brains and action. I'd just sit here healing the injured. When I asked to confirm, Daesik nodded.
"Yes, that's the plan—to boost Ivy's standing. The excuse works for Hanbyeol holding you hostage to use you, but everyone knows you're... well, a toy right now. I've hinted that it's a waste to use a healer just as a plaything, so this is our chance to make them revere you as big sis. Once that's set, no one can complain if you get some freedom. That's one of the goals."
He'd thought that far ahead. I'd assumed I'd be tied up like this until we escaped. Even when Daesik was out—his underlings knocking, then barging in if no answer, smirking openly at me once confirming he was gone—it chilled me. With only undead-effective heals and pathetic kicks for offense, I had to endure their stares without complaint. At least they hadn't touched me. Upgrading from boss's plaything to big sis meant maybe ditching these damn ropes and this lewd outfit.
"Then we'll start right away, so take care. Hanbyeol, you scout for user-looking folks and make subtle contact."
"Got it. Unni, hang in there just a bit! We'll make it work!"
"You two be careful too. I'll be cheering for you."
"Cheering noted!"
Hanbyeol hugged me tight, burying her face in my chest and inhaling deeply. I felt embarrassed—did I smell sweaty? No laundry setup, so I kept clean with Purify, but it only cleared sweat and waste, not detergent or softener scents. Worried about lingering body odor, but asking outright seemed rude, so I stayed quiet.
"See ya!"
With Daesik and Hanbyeol gone, the room fell silent again. No phone, no books—boring, sure, but after years of nonstop work post-graduation, it felt like a long vacation. I'd poured into housing savings, skimped on rent and living to hoard cash, leaving no time for even a week's recharge no matter how grueling the job. This was the longest break since school. So, enjoy the vacation.
Evenings would just be efficient heals or mana management for the injured—no burden. Years as a priest? Child's play.
I leaned over and flopped onto the bed. How long till they rallied forces? Today's fights alone wouldn't wrap in an hour or two. I'd skimmed noir stuff, but knew brawls weren't daytime affairs—underground deals till dusk, then secluded scraps or base raids. Whatever. Rolling in bed, lazing away? Always welcome.
Bed so plush, bound arms didn't pinch even squished. Just the priestess robes hugging lewdly.
Suddenly, my eyes caught the stone Daesik had tossed casually on the bedside table. Instinctively, I glanced at his desk. Who knew its purpose? Or if that's why he gave it... Tension and excitement built; I swallowed, twisting my hips to drop legs off the bed.
When was the last time I was truly alone? This weird urge was natural. Couldn't deny curiosity about this body post-swap. Privacy had been nil. High schooler Hanbyeol groping everywhere left me moaning, suppressing desperately. If given time to explore properly, I'd seize it.
Arms bound, I rummaged the desk drawer with my feet. Barefoot in slippers—no shoes—sorry to Daesik, but we bathed together daily, and I'd just Purified apologetically hunting the switch. Robe hems brushed thighs, ropes tugged torso as fabric swayed—body heating up. Nipples stiffened visibly, rubbing fabric, demanding attention.
"Found it..."
Calf cramping, I spotted the switch jammed in the second drawer. Scooped it awkwardly sitting, returned to bed.
Heart pounding with anticipation. Tossed pink stone on bed, spread knees outward in a kneel, M-posed. No experience in this body, but knew women's spots well—leaned forward, ass back, slowly parting thighs to press the gap against it.
"...Ah."
A bit cold. But it'd warm soon. Flicked the switch.
Vibration hit harder than any massager, slamming my clit, rippling to core. Too intense—dropped the switch.
"Hnnngghhh..."
Nasal whine escaped; back arched. Legs buckled M-wide, but no urge to pull away. Mind blanking, I twisted instinctively. Ropes on breasts and arms felt good; angry nipples scraping fabric—bliss. Craved more, writhing, moaning softly.
"Haa, hnn, unngh, haaah, aaah..."
Realized I was moaning—shivered in surprise. But didn't clamp shut. My voice still alien: a lust-drunk stranger woman's sweet, panting gasps. That thought ignited me more. Mouth agape, relentless. Soaked sheets? Purify later—who cared. Just beast lost in ecstasy and my sounds.
Thighs quivering, body rejecting the alien intensity—but I pressed ass down harder, grinding vulva firm.
Whole body trembled.
"Ah, aaah, aaaah...!"
Uncontrollable moans crescendoed. Back snapped, head thrown ceilingward—vision blurred. Fireworks in skull, quakes everywhere. Then—slack. Collapsed forward.
This was female climax. Still-vibrating stone needed shutting off, but exhaustion pinned me. Panting faintly—knock. Door opened.
"Boss sent me for something quick."
The guy who'd handed me to pre-Daesik boss strode in, grabbed a paper from the desk. Pitied me briefly, asked:
"Boss's orders?"
No energy to speak—nodded weakly. Among them, Daesik was the cruel boss; lied to bury shame. Tears welled inexplicably.
"...Thanks to you enduring, boss softened up. No random killings. Appreciate it. Don't know your pain, but..."
Just go. Buried face in sheets, no response. He shut up, closed door quietly.
Regret crashed. Should've stayed still. Drained, hollow—no cleanup will. Drown in the sink?