Deluna (5) - I Can Handle Up to Three at Once
Deluna (5) - I can handle up to three people at once
"...Now, you're offering yourself here?"
A dazed voice escaped Balmon, the guild staff member who had been leaning askew.
His gaze fixed on Rose's ample cleavage, which was pressed against the counter, creating a dizzying valley.
[Gulp.]
Someone nearby, who had overheard the conversation, swallowed dryly.
Even the Mercenaries, who had been chuckling just moments before, froze with their mouths agape as if on cue.
In their minds, they were already having dark fantasies of pinning Rose down on a wooden table, panting like beasts as they violated her.
"The payment is 30 Silver Coins. It's a pretty good deal for a chance to freely enjoy a body like this in front of everyone, wouldn't you say?"
Of course it is, you fucking bitch! -
Just as Balmon, nodding as if possessed, frantically reached for his pocket.
"However."
Rose straightened her upper body and looked Balmon straight in the eye with her red pupils.
"If you fight me and win."
"......??"
Suddenly, the air inside the guild paused strangely.
What? Did I just mishear?
If he wins against her, she'll give him her body?
Balmon rolled his eyes in disbelief, scanning Rose up and down.
Her slender limbs, thin silk tunic, and a toy-like Shortsword hanging from her narrow waist.
No matter how he looked at her, she was a frail woman who would collapse with a single punch.
Soon, Balmon, a greedy smile on his lips,
"Kuhuhu... Miss. It seems you thought I was an easy pushover just because I'm pushing pens behind a counter...."
He sprang to his feet and shouted towards the hall in a booming voice.
"Everyone heard that clearly, right! This woman was the first to propose a bet with her body on the line! Whether this bitch screams or sobs while she's pinned beneath me, it's absolutely not coercion or rape, you're all my witnesses!"
"Ooooooh!!"
"Balmon! If you lose, I'll cut off your balls!"
"Hurry up and strip her! Let us watch!!"
Thump, thump, thump-!
As the Mercenaries roared like beasts and stomped the ground,
the guild instantly transformed into an arena hungry for blood and lust.
"Let's go to the Training Ground inside."
Following Balmon, they arrived at a spacious dirt courtyard connected to the building's interior.
Old weapons lay scattered everywhere, and dark red bloodstains were pressed into the ground.
In that place, where Mercenaries usually engaged in rough sparring, Rose and Balmon stood facing each other.
"Payment first."
"Hmph, of course."
Balmon snorted and tossed his jingling pouch onto the ground.
Rose, after confirming the 30 Silver Coins inside, nudged it away with her toe.
"What are the rules?"
"Kuhuhu. We can't scar such delicate skin, so bladed weapons are forbidden. Everything else is allowed. If you faint or cry surrender, you lose."
Balmon picked up a thick wooden club that was rolling in the corner and cracked his neck.
Rose also unfastened the Shortsword from her waist, placed it on the ground, and picked up a wooden stick of appropriate length.
"It'd be better if you surrendered quietly and quickly. If you stubbornly resist and lose consciousness... who knows what nasty things might happen to you while you're unconscious? To make it worth 30 Luna, just gently poking your front hole isn't quite enough, you know."
"Enough with the chatter, let's just start."
"Kuhuhu, let's see if you can still hold your head up so stiffly even with my thing shoved up your ass."
Balmon raised his club and strode towards Rose.
His movements, seemingly unguarded yet without a single flaw, matched his overflowing confidence.
In contrast, Rose's stance as she faced him, holding her stick, was utterly clumsy.
The Mercenaries watching wore expressions of eager anticipation, wondering where Balmon would strike the woman and what kind of moans she would let out from the attack.
However.
[Whoosh-!]
The club, swung to target her waist, futilely cut through the air.
"...Huh...?!"
In the fleeting moment Balmon's body swayed and lost balance from the recoil of his missed swing.
[Thwack-!]
As Rose's stick struck him on the back of the head,
Balmon collapsed to the ground like a deflated paper doll, unable to even scream.
"......"
Silence descended among the Mercenaries who had been showering cheers and jeers.
'I shouldn't kill him, did I put too much Mana into it...?'
Fortunately, Rose confirmed that Balmon's fingers, sprawled on the ground, twitched subtly. She then swept her gaze across the men, whose faces were filled with shock.
"Well... then."
She smiled.
Bewitchingly, to the point of taking one's breath away.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
That single sentence was enough to pour oil onto the frozen pride and lust of the men.
"Get out of the way! I'll do it!"
Roughly pushing through the murmuring crowd, a giant of a man, easily over 2 meters tall, walked out holding a wooden sword.
But the result was....
[Taat! Thwack! Crash!]
Rose lightly dodged the attack as if dancing,
then kicked the opponent's hamstrings, making him kneel, and struck the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious instantly.
"Perhaps there's a next one?"
"This bitch, without any fear...!"
The third Mercenary to step forward, a sharp-featured man holding short sticks in both hands.
[Thwack! Thud.]
He showcased dazzling footwork, then got hit in the jaw and fainted.
"Get out of the way! That bitch is mine now!"
The fourth was a muscular martial artist type, who stepped forward, cracking his bare knuckles as if weapons were unnecessary.
"Kehek...!"
The man, who had charged like a beast to close the distance even if it meant taking a few hits, was stabbed in the solar plexus with the same momentum he had rushed in with, collapsing forward and vomiting stomach acid.
As the four men lay sprawled on the ground,
a strange silence finally descended upon the Training Ground.
Without cheers, without jeers.
"Haa... haa...."
Rose leaned on her stick and panted lightly.
She had tried to use only the minimum Mana to avoid killing her opponents.
However, her control wasn't precise enough yet, so dealing with men one after another made her quite sweaty.
And her ragged breathing and beads of sweat further paralyzed the men's reason.
Her flushed red cheeks and hair clinging to her forehead, soaked with sweat.
Her chest rising and falling dramatically with every rapid breath.
Her thin silk tunic, drenched in sweat, clung tightly to her skin,
revealing the curves of her bursting breasts and the shape of her erect nipples in stark detail.
"......"
The Mercenaries surrounding the Training Ground felt complex emotions at the incongruity between her seductive appearance and overwhelming power.
- What the hell is that woman? She defeated four people in an instant, didn't she?
- Is that important right now? Look at that body, goddammit....
- Of course it's important, you idiot. What good is a body if you can't win and fuck her?
- She looks tired, should we wait a bit longer? Will no one else challenge her?
Whispers could be heard here and there.
Even with four people, the money she had earned so far was 120 Luna.
If they get scared off by just this much, it'll be a shame for me-,
Rose decided to raise the stakes more boldly.
"Huu... at this rate."
As she flapped the collar of her tunic as if to cool off, the deep curve of her upper chest was fleetingly visible through the gap.
"I could probably handle up to three people at once?"
Three people at once would be 90 Luna, an amount almost equivalent to one Gold Coin.
Thinking that buying the Transformation Cloak from that arrogant Dwarf was not far off, she looked around.
[Gulp-]
"......??"
The sound of dry swallowing could be heard from here and there.
Along with it, dozens of pairs of eyes gleamed, as if consumed by madness.
"Thre... three people at once...?"
"Is that possible??"
"You idiot, just stick it in from the front and back, and use her mouth too!"
"Fuck! I'm going! Two of you, come with me!!"
The silence from moments ago vanished without a trace, and a frenzied heat filled the Training Ground.
A chaotic scene unfolded as they picked up weapons, pushed, and fought, each wanting to go first.
'......Handling three people... that's not what I meant...??'
Rose, flustered, was about to explain but then closed her mouth.
Because no matter what they misunderstood, the result of beating up three guys and earning money would be the same.
Anyway, since there was no one she knew here, what did it matter if they misunderstood her as a lewd slut-,
she thought, when.
"Ro... Rose-yang...? Ah, no... Guardian-nim...?"
A familiar voice came from behind her.
Near the entrance of the Training Ground, Carlton stood, startled, hesitating.
The Mercenaries who looked that way all fell silent.
More precisely, because of 'one person' standing next to Carlton.
"Gu... Guild Leader-nim...!"
A woman with long, jet-black hair tied back tightly,
wearing dark brown leather armor tailored to fit her body perfectly.
She wore a plain longsword at her waist, devoid of ornamentation,
and her cold, expressionless face exuded an overwhelming aura that could choke the breath out of anyone who saw it.
'That woman... the Guardian of Deluna...'
Looking around, all the Mercenaries who had been consumed by lust and seemed about to explode just moments ago were now frozen, heads bowed.
Not a single one dared to meet her gaze.
The black-haired Guild Leader swept her cold gaze across the Training Ground.
The strangely excited Mercenaries,
the four men sprawled on the ground,
and the red-haired woman at the center of this commotion.
"What is all this commotion?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was heavy, pressing down on the entire Training Ground.
"G-Guild Leader-nim! We absolutely weren't harassing or trying to forcibly rape that woman! Th-that woman proposed a bet with her body on the line first!"
"That's right! We absolutely didn't initiate it!"
At those words, the Guild Leader, frowning, looked at Carlton standing beside her.
"Is that woman the Guardian you reported?"
"...Yes, Guild Leader-nim. That's correct."
At that moment, the mouths of the Mercenaries in the Training Ground fell open.
"A G-Guardian...?"
"That woman is a Guardian?!"
She said she'd spread her legs in front of everyone for 30 Silver Coins. (Though Rose didn't think she would lose to them)
And that she could handle up to three people at once. (Though Rose meant it in a different way)
"That lewd woman was a Guardian?"
"......"
Just as Rose's expression was about to stiffen at the words blurted out by an oblivious Mercenary.
The Guild Leader slowly approached.
She alternately scanned Rose's sweat-soaked body and the men sprawled on the ground.
"I am Risolde. And you?"
"I'm Rose......"
Rose, like a rose flower, she murmured softly.
[Clack-]
Risolde, the Guardian of the Deluna Lord, kicked up the wooden club that had fallen near Balmon with her toe and caught it in one hand.
"Guardian Rose. It seems you were having quite an interesting game. May I be your next opponent?"
"...Ah."
Rose hesitated.
She didn't have the ability to discern an opponent's Mana or see through their strength.
Only that she was quite exhausted from dealing with four men consecutively, and.
'The Mercenaries said that Guardian was very strong.'
She couldn't help but instinctively flinch with caution.
There was no need to specifically fight that person-
What stopped her as she was about to refuse was.
[Clink-]
"!!"
"The payment is upfront, right?"
The Gold Coin Risolde flicked into the air.
Three of them, no less.
Calculated in Silver Coins, that's 300 Luna.
An amount that would require her to fight ten Mercenaries under the same conditions as before.
'Alright, I'm not going to die, am I?'
Rose, having made up her mind, regulated her breathing,
and raised the stick she was holding once more.
Seeing her, Risolde also lightly swung the club she held.
"But I'm not interested in women, you see."
"......Huh?"
"If I win, you'll spend a night with someone else I designate. How about it?"
At the sudden condition, the Training Ground stirred once again.
Indeed, they had never heard that the Guild Leader was interested in her own gender-. (Though they hadn't heard she was interested in the opposite gender either)
Among them, some harbored fantasies that perhaps the Guild Leader was bestowing a wonderful gift upon them, or upon the subordinates gathered in the Training Ground.
Rose pondered for a moment, then nodded.
She didn't know who Risolde had in mind, but the condition wouldn't be any different for her.
"Alright. Shall we begin?"
"Then... let's begin."
No sooner had she finished speaking.
[Taaat-!]
This time, Rose launched the first attack.
Exploding Mana from her toes.
Rose, having instantly closed the distance, swung her stick towards the opponent's temple.
With the thought that if they were both Guardians, even giving her all wouldn't kill her opponent.
With all her might.
[Clang-!]
But the black-haired Guild Leader, standing still, subtly moved one arm and lightly deflected the attack.
"Hmph!"
Her arm throbbed, but,
Rose immediately spun her body, continuing with a series of attacks.
Wielding Mana around the arm swinging the weapon,
the stick flew, targeting the shoulder, waist, and knee.
[Clang! Thwack! Thwack!]
However, the Guild Leader's defense was like an impenetrable iron wall.
Rose's stick, swung with all her might, was repeatedly deflected powerlessly by Risolde's club, which she held out with an indifferent expression.
[Tat-tat-]
"Haa... haa...."
Watching Rose, who had briefly widened the distance, panting heavily.
Risolde opened her mouth, her face expressionless, her breathing undisturbed.
"For a Guardian, you're quite unique. Moving your body by channeling Mana to your toes, shoulders, and wrists as needed, not just through your weapon, honestly surprised me."
Your expression doesn't show any surprise at all-,
Rose was too out of breath to actually say those words aloud.
"But if you're going to fight like that, how are you any different from an ordinary Aura Swordsman? That's not a Guardian's true power, is it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Risolde's left hand, which wasn't holding a weapon, moved towards Rose.
[Kwoooosh-!]
Compressed wind shot out from her fingertips like a cannonball.
"...!!"
Rose barely managed to evade the attack by channeling Mana into her legs.
[Crack!]
"Ah!"
This time, the dirt ground rose up and entangled her ankle.
Rose, her movements restricted, gritted her teeth and drew up Mana.
'I can use magic too!'
[Wooong-!]
A silver orb created from Rose's fingertips flew towards her opponent, but.
Risolde created a blue fireball twice its size and collided with it head-on.
[Kwoooosh-!!]
"Ugh-!"
In the brief moment Rose turned her head from the impact of the explosion.
"It's over."
Risolde's club, having somehow closed the distance, stopped right in front of Rose's chest.
"I... I surrender."
Rose dropped her stick and raised both hands.
But Risolde did not withdraw her club.
[Squish-]
Instead, she pressed the tip of it firmly onto Rose's sweat-soaked tunic, slowly tracing down between her cleavage.
"Ugh...."
As the hard wooden sensation brushed past her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric,
a faint moan escaped Rose's lips.
Risolde stared intently at the flushed Rose with an expressionless face and said in a low voice.
"Then, follow me."
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