Living for Myself (4) [+100 RP] [Lure and Get Fucked by Two C-Rank or Higher Adventurers 1/2]
With a cheap, retro game-like sound effect—beep bwoop~!—the quest alert popped up. Just one more to go. All I had to do was get raped by that woman.
"Ugh, hngh, ungh...!"
"I'm heading out now, sis."
I shoved her aside—she was still sprawled on top of me, riding out her crashing orgasm—and stood up. Schlurp— As I pulled my dick out of her pussy, there was a sucking pop, and thick white cum gushed from her gaping hole.
"Haaah... haaah..."
She's still out of it. Kariel took back-to-back pounding like a champ, but this one gasps after just one go. What a premature pussy. Tsk.
My guess was her fights with her boyfriend or husband were probably over sex too. I could picture her selfishly cumming and passing out... With a quickdraw cunt like that, she'd probably lose her man to Geum Taeyeon soon enough and have nothing to say about it.
"W-wait... where are you going?"
"Home."
"What? Aren't we dating now?"
Did she really think one fuck made us boyfriend-girlfriend? What kind of loser bitch was this? She should just guard what she's got.
"No idea what you're misunderstanding, but... it's not like that."
"I let you fuck me for free! You like me too, right? That's why you went at it so hard!"
"Don't you know what a one-night stand is...? One fuck and done. That's not 'us'."
As I muttered that and fumbled my pants back on, she grabbed my shoulder, still clinging like she had regrets.
"Hey... we had a good time earlier, right? Huh? Why—"
"Sorry, but I hate clingy women."
Of course, I loved clingy pussies. I lightly smacked her hand off my shoulder and headed out of the alley.
"You were panting like you loved it too!"
"We'll meet again if fate allows. Don't be so pathetic, Ellis Habern."
"What? How do you know my na— Hey!!! Wait up!!!"
You fucking slut!!! Something like that echoed from the alley, but it was none of my business anymore. We'd both gotten what we wanted from the start, right? She got my body and cum. I got her stats and skills.
Ah, I'm beat. Time to crash at an inn.
The post-fuck fatigue was hitting hard. Who knew sex was such grueling labor? I rolled my stiff shoulders and trudged into an inn near the Adventurer's Guild.
"Give me your quietest room. No breakfast—I'll handle that myself."
I tossed some coins at the innkeeper, grabbed the key, and headed upstairs. The creaky old door squealed as I shoved it open and flopped straight onto the pristine white bed.
So much happened today... Drugged sex... Got raped... Wait, all I did today was fuck, shit.
Recapping the day brought on a wave of drowsiness, and I passed out.
***
Chirp chirp. Another damn bird. Those little shits are loud this morning. Fine, at least they woke me up early.
...I'm turning antisocial. Snapping at birds? Side effect of the drugs?
I strapped on my leather armor, buckled my shortsword to my waist, and stepped out of the inn. It was right by the guild, so I got there in no time.
Should I wait inside?
I'd skipped breakfast to avoid being late, but damn, I was way early. Might as well grab something at the guild cafeteria.
"Huh?"
As I pushed open the guild doors, a familiar face was at a table, chugging beer like it was water. Han Seyoung. Empty mugs littered the area around her in total disarray. How much had she drunk? Normal people would be dead.
That much water would be lethal too.
I didn't really want to deal with a boozehound like her, but... Sigh. Business was business.
"Uh... how long have you been drinking?"
"Oh, you're here already? Got nothing better to do, so I've been hanging since yesterday dawn. Only place open 24/7."
She answered without a hint of slur—impossible.
"We're... working together soon, and if you drink like that..."
"Relax. I can't get drunk. I'm fine."
Did A-rank adventurers have booze immunity? No point getting her wasted then. And ugh, she reeked like any other drunk.
"Urp..."
"Oops, sorry about the smell. Clean."
She muttered an apology and incantation. A gust of air swirled around her. Whoosh— Fresh wind enveloped her body, sucking away the foul booze stench.
Damn, with that, she could skip baths forever. If I copied it before she raped me, that'd be great.
"Anyway, straight to the point: my rates are high."
"How much?"
"1 gold per job."
1 gold was 100 silvers—a fortune! Who paid that much for dungeon runs?!
Can I pay with my body...? Nah, she'd probably smash my head in.
As I agonized, she ordered another beer. Seriously, more?
"Hm... looks like you're short on cash. Take your time thinking."
"Uh..."
As I racked my brain for payment options, a brilliant idea hit. Right, that!
"What if... not cash, but...?"
"No bodies."
"No! Do you take goods?"
"Goods? Depends on the item. Gems? I'll pay top coin."
My plan: pay with points. Not sure if the KP shop worked that way, but 1 point seemed worth 1 silver. 100 points = 1 gold. New pussy = up to 100-175 points. Theoretically, infinite payments with enough women!
"Okay, cool. I'll bring a gem necklace to cover it!"
"Necklace? What're you on about?"
"Ah... don't have it right now..."
"The hell? 'Don't have it'?"
"Well, uh... it's..."
Shit. Major shit! She saw through my inability to pay upfront. Her eyes were icing over.
Ugh... was my slow-seduction-during-adventures plan fucked?
"Hah. Fine. Pay 'later' when you get it."
"Y-yes?"
"Ugh... some poor sucker's gonna marry a slut like you after you clean up. Whoever it is... my condolences."
Her attitude flipped. What? What insane bullshit fantasy made her react like that?
"You reeled in a sucker, huh?"
"Huh?"
"You're planning to snag a rich mark, take his gift necklace, and pay me with it. Wow, male adventurers really are sluts."
"Ah... th-that's..."
Not wrong, technically... Fucking for points, buying goods, or getting gifts—same diff. Wanted to snap back at "slut," but no comeback, so I dropped it.
"Fine, I'll bus you to C-rank. B+ is tough even for me. Marriage is your goal anyway, right? Prime C-rank guys are rare as hell."
"Yeah, up to C-rank then."
"Sign here."
I didn't care much about ranks, so I skimmed the contract she shoved over.
What the fuck, so much fine print... Screw it, just sign.
Headache from the dense text. Skimmed clauses, signed my name.
"Already? You read it?"
"Too much text. You won't screw me over, right? A-rank and all."
"Yeah, true."
Mercs lived on rep—no scandals. Low chance she'd fuck me over. ...Probably. No way she'd backstab a fellow Korean, right? Gotta trust that blood.
"Alright, per the contract. Breach means 10-gold penalty, got it?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Cool. Grab the toughest quest by lunch."
"Huh? Can't you come pick it?"
"What, hang with an A-rank? Suspicious much?"
True. Overt busing might hinder my rank-ups. Pro merc—thorough.
"Gear up. Hard quests mean fast ranks, but that crap equip? Red flags."
"Got it...!"
"Like I said, lunch."
She bolted like she had shit to do. Her mug tower toppled as she stood. Crash! Noisy mess.
Took forever to clean. And how much beer did she spill? Chair's soaked like it pissed itself.
Sloppier than she looked—was she actually buzzed? I smirked inwardly and headed to the smithy for gear.
Save points, snag stats—body-trade the blacksmith for equipment.