Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: The Cure for the Itch
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Come on, apply the medicine already.
In the end, we never made it to the village. We got stuck in the most awkward spot possible.
I could've pushed on if I really wanted to, but I didn't.
'Danger's the least of my worries.'
My ass was itching like crazy. The medicine's effects were wearing off faster and faster.
If I kept moving from here, I'd lose my mind and start jumping around. So I decided to camp for the night.
To make and apply more medicine. I'd stocked up plenty of ingredients while the sun was still up.
All I needed now was to set up camp.
"Looks like someone's here."
"An adventurer party. Five of them."
Charlotte was a knight. That didn't mean she couldn't scout, though.
She had sharp basic senses, enough to handle roles from other classes just fine.
'Not on par with a real thief, sure. But we're not in a situation that demands that level of expertise.'
Same went for me.
Ding-a-ling-.
I deliberately triggered a trap. Not a physical restraint type—just a simple alert trap to let them know we were coming.
That we were on our way.
"Ah, no need to be on guard, everyone."
We stepped into view at the adventurers' campsite. Looked like they were just about to have dinner.
'Sorry for interrupting.'
We had our reasons. So they'd understand.
They ought to be grateful we super-strong types were bothering to talk instead of just steamrolling them.
"Just some adventurers passing through."
I slipped a hand into my pocket. Could've whipped out a dagger in an instant, but instead I pulled something else from my subspace inventory and showed it to them.
My adventurer guild ID.
The moment I flashed the ID, their reactions split every which way. I could feel it in their stares.
"I-Is this the real deal?"
An awestruck adventurer. A guy showing outright respect.
A disinterested woman. A man glaring like he couldn't believe it.
'What a messed-up gender ratio.'
One woman to four guys. Having led a hero party that was one guy to three girls, I knew the drill.
Imbalanced ratios like this made life tough for the minority.
'Or maybe not? Being the token girl might be different.'
By my standards, it was no easy journey. If I had a son, I wouldn't recommend it.
"A-A dragon-rank adventurer... why are you out here?"
Once they confirmed it was legit, their wariness eased up. The woman aside, their eyes were full of goodwill.
'She's new to adventuring, by the looks of it.'
I pocketed the ID back in my subspace and spoke up.
"I'm retired. Living in my hometown village now."
"Ahh."
No need for long explanations. That said it all.
A adventurer who'd struck it rich and retired. Rare as hell, but the guild passed down those tales like legends.
"Stepping out after so long must be throwing me off. My senses are rusty. Sun sets fast in these mountains."
"Tell me about it. That's why it's so dangerous. Monsters come out at night."
I took a casual step forward. The party made room for me.
"Come on over here. We made plenty. More than enough to share."
"...You sure I'm not imposing?"
"No bother at all! We get to meet a dragon-rank adventurer. What's a little extra dinner?"
Over-the-top hospitality. But it didn't feel like they were scheming to scam me.
The red-haired guy seemed genuine about adventuring.
"It's an honor. Truly."
My body squirmed like a worm. I was that flustered.
They were welcoming me so hard it was embarrassing.
"Then, if you don't mind, I'll join you."
I'd revealed myself on purpose to blend in. Camping with just me and Charlotte was fine, but a group was easier all around.
'Good people or bad? I'll figure that out as we go.'
I had a skill for it. Alignment Sense.
This world's alignment system meant pure good alignments were rare as hen's teeth.
'Even evil alignment's fine if the number's low.'
Alignment here wasn't personality. More like backstab probability.
Chance of stabbing you with a knife... or their dick. Anything that jumped out screaming high, I'd worry about. Otherwise, no sweat.
'All low.'
Nothing noteworthy. Safe enough.
'...Even if it was sky-high, they wouldn't be a threat to me right now. But better safe.'
The itch had me off my game. Needed to stay sharp.
"Here, have some. I made it myself."
True to form, the adventurer party was lively. We sat around the campfire, chatting over dinner.
Brought back old memories.
'Tina... Celine... Alicia...'
Tina was dead. Olivia Two joining the Cradle of Abundance Inn was proof enough.
Celine was doomed soon. Her husband, Count Pigmon, was neck-deep in treason. No saving her.
'Best I can do is cash in my hero cred to save Charlotte.'
Charlotte should've died too, originally. Rebel bloodline and all.
But she survived. Lived long enough to regress.
I shot a glance at Charlotte, who was picking at her soup. She noticed and turned her head.
Our eyes met.
'Definitely Celine's daughter.'
Deep black night sky, soft campfire glow.
That smirk when she smiled? Pure Celine.
Twitch-.
My dick stirred. I was getting excited without thinking.
Anticipation, maybe.
'All Olivia's fault.'
It started wrong from the jump.
'Hit me with that rush right off the bat— what am I supposed to do?'
Olivia's pussy was steaming hot. Her hymen, the tightness—everything perfect.
I slammed my cock in hard.
Dumped all my pent-up lust into a full-grown virgin.
The day Tina got stolen, when I just watched powerlessly.
Wiped out some of that defeat.
Thanks to the virgin blood from Olivia's pussy—.
'Charlotte's gotta be a virgin too.'
Her tone suggested otherwise. She'd been with Dyke One, so her heart and body weren't virgin anymore.
But I'd felt it clear as day. That hymen touch on my glans? Real deal.
Enough to satisfy me, even without expecting it from the others... .
'No.'
I shook my head hard. Shoved the lewd thoughts away.
'Can't let it pull me in.'
Had to keep control. No rash moves.
'Like this morning.'
Charlotte apologized first. Bowed her head, swallowed her pride.
I was the top dog.
'Stick to that dynamic.'
I tore my eyes from Charlotte and chatted with the adventurers. Talkative bunch.
Were they always like this?
"You hear about today? Nearly died to orcs. Legs still shaking thinking about it."
"Mm."
"Berry saved us. And I was the one who recruited her. So really, I saved us all. Right?"
"Berry?"
Pink hair stood out. Her outfit screamed thief.
"Berry's the name."
"Hmm..."
Berry extended her hand haughtily. Like she wanted a shake.
I took it gently and gave it a light pump.
"Dyke here. Dragon-rank adventurer."
"Dragon-rank? Doesn't ring many bells. I'm new to this adventuring thing."
"Figures. You're the only one not impressed."
The others were going nuts. Berry alone stayed meh.
Couldn't grasp what dragon-rank meant.
The red-haired guy chimed in.
"Berry, dragon-rank's god-tier."
"...Not a god."
"God of adventurers. One of a kind. Only two dragon-ranks registered with the guild right now! Both master-class high-levels."
Level 70 and up: master rank. When you unlock aura blade.
Mention of master got a reaction from Berry. She knew the term.
"Master? That's it?"
"Top adventurer rank there is."
"Top? Like true silver in mercenary terms?"
"Spot on. But merc promotions are lax. They'll bump you up on results over skill sometimes."
Her eyes changed. Admiration now, with a sigh.
Then she eyed Charlotte.
"So what's her deal?"
"Me?"
Charlotte met Berry's gaze. Sparks flew—instinctual stare-down.
"...Ngh."
Charlotte won, naturally. No way a goblin-rank like Berry could match her.
Charlotte pinned Berry with her eyes and continued.
"I'm his daughter."
"...His daughter?"
"Yes. This man's my father."
"?"
Charlotte pointed at me. The adventurers' stares filled with doubt.
We didn't look that far apart in age.
'Basically peers.'
Made sense.
'Still...'
Didn't expect her to drop the father bomb. Thought she'd dodge it.
What excuse now? As I pondered,
Berry gave a knowing look and murmured.
"...Oh ho, that kind of play?"
"Pardon?"
"I get it."
Get what?
"Think you're misunderstanding something."
Dinner wrapped up like that. No room for excuses.
"...Father."
Charlotte's itch was acting up, so we bailed early.
"Let me help with the tent."
"It's fine. Quick setup."
What matters most in an NTR Tsukuru game? Campsites.
Modern hygiene gear, erotic toys for fun times, camping tools for overnighting.
"One-touch four-person tent."
"Whoa, one-touch! From that pricey brand...! As expected of dragon-rank Dyke...!"
"......"
Pull from subspace, toss it out. Boom—six-pyeong studio-sized tent pops up.
I hustled Charlotte inside. The second we were alone, she clung to me.
Face flushed, she said,
"Ah... Father..."
Her thighs twisted together. She looked at her limit.
"C-Can't... hold it."
"Just wait a sec. I'll whip up medicine quick."
Ingredients in subspace. Chew 'em up, extract the juice. Done fast.
"Father, no can do."
Charlotte shoved me down. Forced me flat on the floor.
Then straddled me.
"What the hell?!"
Didn't I say I'd take it slow?
Why go full force all of a sudden?
No matter how bad the itch—.
I squirmed, but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them down.
"...Father, my itchy spots are in two places. One's my ass, like yours. The other's my forearm. Both easy to reach."
She gazed down at me, voice soft and calm.
"It started with my ass. Couldn't bring myself to say it. Even I feel shame, you know."
"......"
"Lucky we got medicine."
"...What does that have to do with this? Get off."
She clamped my arm to her thigh, forcing it straight. Then squeezed her lower body to lock me in.
Clink, clink.
Undid my belt. Started yanking my pants down.
"Father, listen close. Symptoms hit two spots. First: ass. Second: forearm."
"......"
"Not enough medicine like this. Ass alone uses it up—splitting with forearm means begging you again soon."
"Then beg."
"Didn't want to burden you. So the late-bloomer forearm? Handled it solo. Licking my arm's no big deal."
True. My spit on her ass? Gross. Arm? Whatever.
'Wait. What?'
Did she just say—?
"...Licking?"
"Suspected as much. Your medicine and mine look different but work the same. Figured it wasn't the herbs—something else."
"Didn't use the medicine?"
"Did on my ass, the one you made. Forearm that popped up later? Licked it myself. Just spit soothed it a ton."
"......"
Chew herbs, squeeze juice. Key's the chewing.
'...Human saliva was it!'
Thought herbs were base. Nope.
"So what now?"
"Father, lick it."
"What...?"
"Faster and better than making and applying medicine."
She'd ditched her pants already. Underwear only, pinning me down.
Thick thighs crushed my arms and waist. Bronze ass ground into my crotch.
The pleasant pressure made my dick throb. Erect on its own.
"Can't take it. Itching me insane."
"Hey, medicine! I'll make it quick...!"
She lifted her ass. Pressure gone, freedom.
I bolted up to escape.
"Father, where you going?"
She slammed me back. Against her, I was powerless.
Like a kid in front of Charlotte.
"Father."
Top-bottom? Front-back?
Whatever. Switched.
Earlier: her on my lap, woman on top.
Now: 69, her ass hovering over my face, wriggling.
"Come on, apply the medicine."
"Mmph, mmf!"
"Haaah... I feel your breath, Father. Ungh...! Haah!"