A Cozy Awakening and the Guild's Suspicious Deal
“Mmm... mm... mmm...”
It's warm.
And so soft.
My mind slowly surfaces, savoring a sensation I haven't felt in quite a while.
“Where...?”
A warm campfire crackles in the cozy room.
A thick rug covers the floor, and small sculptures and paintings adorn the walls. It's a snug little home, perfect for two people.
As I sit up, a beige blanket slides off me.
“Why... was I sleeping here?”
I definitely escaped the goblin village... and since I had no resistance to sleeping drugs, I passed out on the roadside... and then?
“Did someone rescue me?”
Lifting the blanket reveals pink pajamas clinging to my body.
Someone's washed me from head to toe—my purple hair carries the sweet scent of flowers.
My skin is spotless and smooth, not a single goblin footprint or drop of goblin cum in sight.
“Looks like a kind soul picked me up. But where am I?”
Peering out the window, I see plaster buildings three stories tall, paved roads, and bustling crowds.
The streets hum with lively noise and energy.
“Beastkin, humans... elves... even dwarves, which are rare on the surface? This must be a pretty big city. Phew. I got lucky.”
If the goblins had caught me back there...
I can't even imagine what they'd do to an onahole bold enough to try escaping.
A whole week—or longer—of endless torture to break my spirit completely, ensuring I'd never run again.
Beaten like a dog, or nailed to the cave wall, or maybe even have my limbs chopped off to turn me into a limbless pussy dragon.
And then, trapped in that cramped cave, popping out goblin brats until I died...
“...Hngh♡”
Imagining that horrific, filthy future makes my pervert pussy drip♡
“Ah, no♡ Hold it together♡ Even if I'm a hopeless chewable maso pervert pussy, I can't touch my pussy in the bed of the person who saved me♡”
That'd make me less than human♡
I pinch my hand desperately to fight it off.
'Hngh♡ It hurts so good♡'
-Creak
At that moment, the door opens, and someone steps into the room.
“You're awake? Glad you look fine. Most women who've been gang-raped by goblins and given birth end up so addicted to the pleasure they escape just to get knocked up again.”
The newcomer is a young woman with long, wavy brown hair.
Her black eyes, peeking through her locks, hold the calm depth of dust in an ancient cathedral.
She's wearing a gray dress that hugs her curves, with a deep neckline revealing two hefty mounds of flesh. Not as big as mine, but impressively stacked.
“Where am I?”
“This is Erize, one of the cities in the Arega Kingdom. You're in the adventurer's guild building here. I'm Aris, guild staff. An adventurer found you collapsed on the street and brought you in.”
Erize in the Arega Kingdom... hmm.
Never heard of it.
'Did a new place pop up while I was holed up? Or did I get teleported so far from my lair that it's just unfamiliar?'
The first option's unlikely.
I haven't left my cave in decades, sure.
But decades is way too short for a whole new city name to emerge.
The Trial Grimoire teleported me crazy far from my lair—that's gotta be it.
Aris speaks up as I ponder.
“Oh, don't worry. I was the one who washed you and changed your clothes. You're safe.”
“Thank you.”
“You've only just woken up, so you must be disoriented. Take it easy for a bit.”
With that, Aris leaves the room.
“Adventurer's guild, huh...”
Adventurers.
The classic kind we all know.
Monster slayers, explorers of uncharted lands, delvers into shady ruins.
They handle jobs too dangerous for civilians, too small for the army—and make a living off it.
“Guess I'll become one? Could be fun.”
Right now, I've got a few problems.
No way to prove who I am.
All my proof—medals, documents, ID saying I'm Maltaris—is back in my lair.
Even if I had it, a flightless dragon like me flashing a dragon ID would just get accused of theft.
Adventurer status is guild-backed, so that's a plus.
Plus, as an adventurer, finding Lilith gets easier.
The succubus who made the Trial Grimoire—the one I have to meet to end this trial.
But I don't know where she lives, what she looks like, if her ass is fat or flat—or even if she's really female.
'Succubus, so obviously a woman? The world's got futanari, you know.'
Adventurers roam freely, have guaranteed status, and gather all kinds of info. Perfect for tracking Lilith.
And one more thing.
This world crawls with monsters optimized for tormenting females.
A beauty like me becoming an adventurer? I'd get jumped by monsters and humans nonstop.
'Oh yeah, that sounds hot.'
Newbie female adventurers lose their virginity in an average of one month.
Half get taken by guys they like anyway.
The other half? Goblins, slimes, tentacle beasts, orcs, centaurs, you name it.
As an adventurer, I'd hunt for Lilith while sampling every pleasure out there.
-Zing♡
“Hngh...”
It's like electricity shooting through my lower belly—scorching hot.
“Eek. Just a dirty thought, and my baby room's already reacting. My head's always been full of filth, but my body never responded this instantly before. Must be the Trial Grimoire's curses...”
My sleek, toned abdomen—zero flab.
Hard to believe it carried goblin spawn or got enema'd with dick juice and piss.
A light stroke, and my bulging, well-used secondhand goblin baby room quivers.
“Alright. Adventurer it is.”
That evening.
Aris comes in with a steaming bowl of porridge.
Real food, no goblin cum—it's been ages. I devour it.
Once I'm done, Aris speaks.
“I hate prying into sensitive stuff, but as guild staff, I need to know about threats near the city. What happened?”
“.........”
What happened.
Just recalling that cave makes my crotch damp.
Those brutish goblin hands groping me. Their sadistic plaything treatment.
And cocks the size of my forearm, defying their small frames.
If I hadn't escaped then, my life really would've ended.
Pumping out mutant goblin hordes, maybe even toppling kingdoms with my womb.
Too far-fetched??
“If it's hard to talk about, you can tell me later. I'm a woman too—I get it. I pity you.”
“No, it's fine. I'll tell you everything.”
I spill it all to Aris: the goblin village ordeal.
My unclear identity.
Needing to be an adventurer to find someone.
Of course, I hide my true nature and goals—but she buys it.
“A dragon cursed by a succubus named Lilith, most powers sealed, got goblin-fucked? And you wanna adventure to find her?”
“Yes. Know her?”
Aris taps her chin, thinking.
“Hmm... sorry, no clue. Sounds like a strong one. Anyway, adventurer for whatever reason? I welcome it. Guild doesn't turn away comers or hold back leavers. Welcome, Maltaris. Pro tip: if you don't want trouble, hide the dragon thing.”
Eh? That easy?
“Th-thank you.”
As I bow, Aris extends her hand.
“But Maltaris. Can you pay the guild enrollment fee?”
“Enrollment fee? You need money to be an adventurer?”
That's not how I remember it.
Usually it's free, with startup funds—cliché style?
“Huh? Startup funds? Haha, what? We're not a charity. No fee and cash? Every bum would flood us.”
“Fair point...”
“Plus, we're vouching for a total unknown with the guild's name. Gotta draw a line.”
Aris holds up a finger.
“Exactly 10,000 gold.”
“10,000 gold?”
10,000 gold.
Expensive? Cheap?
Been cooped in my lair so long, my sense of money's shot.
“Yeah, 10,000. Steep, right? But understand our side—it's the break-even point.”
“Um... I don't have cash right now. Any installments or payment plans?”
Aris grins.
A normal smile, surely.
She's no villain.
But it feels off.
“Ah, of course. We don't usually, but... guild can't meddle in private deals. You're a dragon, right?”
“Yes. So?”
“I'm a guild mage too. Always been into dragons... hehe. No biggie. Just indulge my hobby for a bit.”
Her hand on my skin, eyes locked intense.
Ah, there.
That unease from before.
I know what it is now.
Dragon Maltaris's super-perv maso sensor going off♡
My instinctual slut-maso baby room siren, screaming I'd feel that goblin-nest ecstasy again if I follow her♡
“Just for my hobby,” she says.
Sane people wouldn't take a vague, no-deadline loan deal for 10k gold.
But... that's what makes it hot♡
“Yes! Looking forward to it!”
I grab her hand without hesitation.
And think.
--Ahh. My life's gonna totally ruin itself someday.