Affinity Farming (2)
Affinity Farming (2)
How long had I been spacing out?
The limp, exhausted club suddenly disappears.
"Ah...."
Behind the regret of it vanishing like magic, shame followed belatedly.
I've gone insane.
This is all because of having a cock shoved down my throat (forcibly), causing oxygen deprivation.
My concentration dropped, my consciousness blurred, so I mistook the act of occasionally moving to let in a measly handful of air for love.
Only then did my mind clear up.
"No, really, that's it. It's over. Get out."
"Uh, uh...."
"See you tomorrow. Thanks for booking the room. Bye."
I fumbled to dress Hwaran and hurriedly pushed her to get her moving.
Still lost in the afterglow of ejaculation, Hwaran was stunned by my storm-like actions and couldn't even put up any resistance before she was suddenly tak, out the door.
"Haa...."
I checked that the door was locked and threw my body onto the bed.
I didn't even do much, but I felt incredibly exhausted.
My limbs were languidly stretched out, and the breeze blowing through my torn stockings was only briefly embarrassing; I was alone anyway, so what did it matter?
If anything, it didn't feel bad, as it felt like the sticky moisture was drying up.
I kept thinking I should rest for a bit and then wash up, but my consciousness just tuk flickered out.
†
"Yaaawn...."
The Director appears in the office with a long, drawn-out yawn.
Seora, who had left late and arrived early, glared at the Director as he half-crawled in from behind her large glasses.
The dark circles hanging off the ends of his cheekbones revealed the hardships of last night, and her sharp-angled eyes represented Seora's current mood.
Seora's eyes quickly scanned the state of the Director, who was hovering by the door, reading the room.
It's the same clothes as yesterday.
It's not actually that special, since the Director always appears in the same clothes, like someone who only owns one type of outfit.
However, unlike when he always took out fresh clothes, the difference today was that they were heavily wrinkled.
On top of that, there are no black stockings!
Unless there was a change of heart, there's no way the Director, who always wore the same outfit, would bother to skip the stockings.
His hair was still damp and glistening, as if he hadn't washed it long ago, and there was the smell of cheap shampoo and conditioner, different from what he usually used, plus the scent of an old man's skin lotion that you'd only find in a public bathhouse.
Seora's eyes, which had already been venomous, narrowed even further, reaching the peak of her spite.
"...You must have had fun yesterday?"
"Hmm? With Hwaran-ssi? Nothing happened. Nothing at all."
Even though she hadn't specifically brought up Hwaran, the Director, feeling guilty, repeated it like an excuse.
Something definitely happened. It was a statement that gave Seora certainty.
"You didn't even go home. Did you play all night?"
"How did you know I didn't go home?"
The Director's face, looking at Seora with wide, surprised eyes as if a ddiyong sound effect had just attached itself to him, is truly transparent.
This was practically the same as a confession.
"I can just tell by looking. The smell and the cosmetics you use are very different."
At Seora's words, the Director buried his nose in his clothes and sniffed, then tilted his head.
"Hmm... I can't really tell...."
"You smell like the skin lotion only old men would use."
"Ah... old man...."
"And on top of that, you're not even wearing stockings today."
"Ah...."
The Director's cheeks turned red as he looked down at his smooth calves.
"Some of us worked overtime all night and had a hard time getting home."
"Th-that's. It's because Seora-ssi is good at her job, and I thought I'd be in the way if I was there...."
"Sigh."
I didn't think you were like that, Director-nim, but you're really into women.
The Director's status within Seora was downgraded by one, no, two levels.
From a Director who sometimes looks lazy and says weird things but still gets the job done, to a person who is lazy, says weird things, and is even into women.
If the Director had heard this, it would have been an unfair story. I'm not into women, women are into me! he would have said.
Of course, since Seora's inner thoughts couldn't be heard outside, that didn't happen.
The Director, drooping as if he were a sinner, returned to his seat and sat down fumbling, then hesitated for a moment before calling Seora.
"What is it?"
"Today is the day of the operation, is the preparation finished?"
As if she had been waiting for that question, Seora straightened her shoulders, pressing the bridge of her round glasses with a short index finger.
It seemed she wanted to express confidence or triumph, but only a specific body part on her chest stood out, completely stealing the Director's gaze.
"Of course! We can leave as soon as the two of them arrive."
"Hmm, thank you."
Seora made a happy humming sound, hmm-hmm, and focused back on her monitor.
A puff of air escaped the Director's lips as he found the sight cute, and the office was met with a brief silence.
†
Regardless of size, a Hunter Office can only be established with government permission.
They check whether the owner (Director) who is opening the office has the qualifications, whether they can afford to run personnel, and so on.
In fact, even without that, unauthorized hunter offices that operate on their own often exist, but there's no reason to operate that way since they lose out in many areas.
One of them is the Navigator.
One day, the cracks that suddenly appeared, cutting through the air, leak not only bizarre-looking monsters but also other things.
Things called Contamination.
It erodes the surroundings, twisting the shapes of living things and causing animals to lose their sense of direction, so starting from the point where the crack opened, a wide area turns into land where people cannot live.
Since the use of general devices is impossible here, one usually has to use equipment officially supported by the government (which is written as 'supported' but actually has to be purchased for a lot of money).
Navigation systems equipped with general GPS functions also become useless regardless of the degree of contamination, so without the support of a Navigator, you get lost quickly.
If it's a proper, official office, a Navigator naturally exists.
However, you can't drive a car in a contaminated area, and it's not cheap equipment that you can give to each operation member individually.
Then the answer is....
"Hmm... This is the Director-nim?"
[That's about it. I've connected about half of my consciousness to it.]
"Wow, looking at it like this, it's really cute."
The view that had been looking up at Hwaran from below her knees floated up while being held, and soon it was looking down from above.
The image of me seen through Hwaran's clear eyes... was no longer in human form.
A small robot with a fluffy, round body that looked like it could get up quickly even if it fell anywhere, with only short, stubby limbs flailing. The Navigator was being reflected.
Since I'm not an ability user and can't resist contamination, an Android that can connect consciousness and exchange information in real-time is the typical Navigator used by most offices.
Sometimes they take the form of a sturdy man to give off an intimidating presence, but that's too expensive.
Or, former ability users with excellent contamination resistance sometimes take the Navigator themselves and run operations, but well, I'll have to be satisfied with this for now.
"Don't get too excited, rookie."
"Rookie? That's too much."
Hwaran pouts in dissatisfaction at Dolorence, who is acting all tough just because she's been on more operations.
Hmm... So you've gotten stronger, huh?
I'll see how strong you are later.
[300m straight ahead, that's today's operation location. Watch your surroundings carefully and don't get hurt.]
"300 meters? That's nothing. I'll be there in a flash!"
"Ah, wait a minute. Dolorence-ssi! We have to go together!"
Hwaran chases after Dolorence, who grins and runs off confidently, while holding onto me, the Navigator.
Caught in the insane speed, my vision shakes dizzily.
[Ugh, bleeegh....]
...I should at least turn off the shared vision for a moment, my eyes are going to spin.
Suddenly, a kwang! sound is heard.
[...What was that sound?]
"Contact with operation target. Starting combat."
Along with Seora's words, who was watching the view I was seeing on the screen while waiting at the office, the atmosphere changed completely.
A child's height, about the size of Hwaran's belly button. Protruding eyes, a terrifyingly upturned nose, and a piece of cloth barely covering its legs below a belly that stood out as if a starving person had eaten anything they could find.
Except for the purple skin, there were about a dozen monsters gathered that looked very similar to the goblins we often saw.
They are creatures called Boblin in the setting.
Their characteristics are the same as goblins.
They move in groups, and each one has combat power that isn't threatening. However, they are creatures that are sufficiently threatening to ordinary people who are not ability users.
"Kieeeek!"
The Boblin rushes toward Dolorence, who has already finished preparing for battle, shrieking.
Dolorence's arm stretches out nonchalantly, and the giant spear that was in her hand at some point is firmly embedded in the face of the rushing Boblin.
The full-scale battle had begun.