I press my hand against Ashelin’s rear from behind, teasing her snatch with my fingers relentlessly. As I churn her honey hole with wet sounds, Ashelin walks down the hallway step by step.
“Ngh… sob… w-what are you trying to do?”
“Walk.”
“If I go out like this…”
“Stand behind the counter, and it won’t show.”
While tormenting her snatch, I lead her out to the reception desk, buzzing with rowdy adventurers.
The counter’s high enough to cover her chest down, so her snatch and lower half aren’t fully exposed, but if anyone comes around back, she’s busted.
Ashelin bites her lip hard.
“I’m punishing you, so endure it. You can do that, right?”
“I-I can’t. Like this… ngh. Your fingers, stop…”
“You were touching your snatch back there thinking no one’d see, weren’t you? But this you can’t handle?”
“…”
Ashelin wipes her tears, stands at the counter, and forces a friendly smile with her chest thrust out, as always.
Her work mode.
I drop my pants. Standing behind her, I pull out my thing. I rub the tip against her snatch’s opening, prepping it.
“How can I assist you?”
“I wanna take the orc subjugation mission. Is it tough?”
“Due to the monster outbreak, orc numbers have spiked drastically.”
I slowly slide my thing into Ashelin’s snatch. Her rear tenses hard, and I feel strong resistance pushing back.
“I’m bronze rank—how many should I party up with?”
“Nghk! T-That… it’s a mission requiring… at least three, recommended…”
“Oh, really?”
The adventurer clearly notices something’s off with the receptionist, who’s got a guy behind her, and gives her a weird look.
Ashelin knows it but keeps up her kind smile, trying to ignore her hidden cave.
Under the counter, though, something wild’s happening.
I push my thing deep into her dripping snatch. Then I thrust like an animal. The sound of smacking her rear and snatch gets drowned out by the adventurers’ loud chatter.
“We’ve got two with combat skills, one with search, and this guy’s a porter. That okay?”
“Y-Yes…! That’s a… model party setup…!”
I stir her snatch hard. With a poker face, I stand behind her, slamming my h!ps like I’m sp@nking her.
The motion ripples up to her upper b0dy, which she’s struggling to steady.
“…Five small soul stones, please.”
The adventurer—maybe suspecting, maybe certain—takes the stones with an unreadable expression and leaves.
Once he’s gone, Ashelin slumps, resting her arms on the counter and dropping her head.
“Nghk, ugh, ngh, ah, ah, sob, hngh~”
Juices from her honey hole drip down her thighs. Even loosened up from her self-play, it’s a naturally wet snatch—insertion feels incredible.
“You’re being punished—don’t enjoy it. Can’t hold back?”
“Nghk! Ugh, ngh! I-It’s too much. It’s so big… it’s like it’s piercing my whole head…!”
That’s…bit of an exaggeration.
I pull over a chair, sit, and lift Ashelin onto my lap with her legs spread, rocking my hips slowly to thrust.
“Nnh! Ngh~ ah, ah.”
The stability’s different. With her weight on me, it’s like she’s pinned, my thing pounding her snatch hard.
“Ngh! Hngh! N-No… please… ugh! Haah. They’re all… staring weird… my chest’s shaking…”
“I’d like to take the herb-gathering mission.”
“Haak…! Y-Yes, how can I assist you?”
A female adventurer approaches, and Ashelin musters her best friendly smile.
I get competitive and hoist her up, thrusting wildly with my strength.
“Ughk! Ngh…! Sob!”
“You okay? Your face is really red…”
“Y-Yes…! I-I’m fine.”
“I’m curious where Kemid herbs grow. North? East?”
“Nghooh~ Haak, s-sorry. I’m… a bit sick…”
“…”
I blatantly rock my hips, churning her snatch back and forth.
“K-Kemid grows… in the north…”
“…Okay.”
The female adventurer shoots a look of contempt and leaves.
“R-Really, no more! I’m at my limit! I’m sorry I messed up.”
“Tch, typical pervert. Head under the counter.”
“Y-Yes…”
Ashelin bends forward, shakily supporting herself.
I pound her snatch hard in that awkward position.
“Nghk! Ohk~ Ngh, nghyaang. My snatch, ohk ~”
Is this the perk of leveling up?
With my boosted physical ability, I feel like I could handle any position effortlessly. I lift her lower half halfway, holding her up and thrusting.
“Nghoook! Haaang, punish my pervert snatch.”
Her snatch clamps tight around my thing.
“Your snatch got what it dreamed of, huh?”
“Ahh, y-yes, yes… My pervert snatch’s wish came true ~”
“Grr!”
I shoot inside, my thing buried in her snatch.
Ashelin wraps her legs around my waist, her lower weight resting on my arms, as I’m squeezed dry. Her snatch keeps gripping without pause.
After a long release, I drop her onto the floor with a thud.
She curls up, snatch still holding my jelly-like load, catching her breath.
I leave her there and step out from behind the counter.
“Decal. All done?”
Isti’s waiting for me.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
That was pretty satisfying. Watching one suggestion break Ashelin down.
After that, we ate, then went to the Eight-Colored Clam Castle from the Water and Grass Inn to mess around with Isti. Bathing together, rolling around in bed. And creampie s9x.
Banging Isti right after tasting Ashelin’s snatch was a great chance to compare the two. Hard to rank one snatch above the other. Is this a level-up perk?
Compared to when I first arrived in this world, my stamina’s unreal. I used to burn through next day’s energy on lust. Now, on this plush fancy bed, I feel like I could go until Isti half-faints—and I did just that.
“Hngh… ngh… ugh…”
I pampered Isti so much that, like last time, she’s sprawled out frog-style, my load endlessly spilling from her snatch.
“Isti? You okay?”
No answer. Oh well, let’s get some sleep.
When I wakes up later, I catch Isti crouched in front of my thing, sucking it.
“Slurp… haum.”
Licking my tip, she asks, “Sleep well, Darling?”
“You alright?”
“The end’s a blur… I think I was m0aning weird and loving it.”
“Yeah. Groaning ‘ohk’ and all…”
Isti grabs my sack, gently kneading it, while her other hand strokes my thing up and down.
“You’re not tired, Decal?”
“Leveling up’s changed my recovery and stamina beyond recognition.”
“You were brought to this world by a goddess, right?”
“Yeah.”
Rubbing my tip with her palm, Isti says, “I heard something once. A goddess’s agent can cross worlds, grow stronger than anyone, and toughen up crazy fast.”
“So this is because of my agent powers?”
“If a seventy-ish level jump made you this lively, I’d be a sleepless elf.”
That hits home. So even at the same level, a blessed goddess’s agent is different?
“Isti, come here.”
She stops and slides onto me.
“Let’s sleep more.”
“Okay.”
I hold Isti and nap a few more hours.
After a dreamy day at the Eight-Colored Clam Castle, we return to the Water and Grass Inn. Barely settled, someone knocks.
“Guest, someone’s looking for you downstairs.”
“Hm?”
Isti and I exchange a glance.
Who?
It’s not time for Karen yet.
Downstairs, Vindel’s sitting, waiting for me.
“Isn’t that Vindel?”
“Sir.”
Vindel stands and bows.
“I’m sorry!”
“What’s up?”
“The spellbook got stolen.”
Oh, right. No reaction.
Honestly, I’d totally forgotten I’d entrusted him with it until now. Doesn’t matter to me anymore.
“I’ll do any chores or whatever by your side, sir! Use me however you want. Until I repay the money…”
“Nah.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not lazy enough to exploit a kid. Plus, how’d you repay anything doing odd jobs under me?”
“But… you trusted me with it…”
Sigh. This situation’s no fun at all.
If Vindel were a hot lady, I’d find an excuse to mess with her. But he’s a guy. And obviously underage to anyone. I handed a pricey item to a kid like that—can’t help it if it’s gone.
How could I hold him accountable?
“How’d it get stolen?”
I decide to hear Vindel out more.
Like he’s been bottling it up, he spills rapid-fire.
“They were watching us! They must’ve seen you give me the spellbook. I got dragged into an alley, beat senseless, and when I came to, it was gone…”
“How’d you know it was thieves?”
“Dry Village’s thieves are based in the slums. They prey on the weak and lone adventurers—total scum.”
The slums… Even a small village like this has one. Never crossed my mind.
“Obvious question, but no mom or dad?”
“…”
Vindel nods.
So that’s why he’s in the slums.
“Got it. I’m forgetting the spellbook thing entirely. Don’t worry about it either—go find your own path.”
“Sir…”
“The money I gave you? Use it to eat well, buy clothes, clean up.”
Mid-sentence, I realize something.
“What about the money I gave you?”
“They took it all.”
Ugh, d*mn b*stards!
Stealing the spellbook’s one thing, but stripping a kid of every coin?
Screw it. I was gonna brush him off, but plans changed.
“Guide me to the thieves’ base.”
“S-Sir! What’re you planning?”
“Planning? Gonna see their faces.”
“Even if you’re a mage, sir, thieves are dangerous. One wrong move, and you could die.”
I know that well. Humans with blades scare me more than bony monsters. I did get stabbed to death once, after all. But this time, I’ve got Isti.
“Ist—”
Oh, right, I agreed not to say her name in front of others. What do I call her?
Isti, standing a step back, tilts her head at me.
“Honey, come here.”
She approaches with a shy look and says, “Darling. Done talking?”
“Gonna deal with some thieves. Wanna ome with?”
“Sure. Best to send scum like that to the guards ASAP.”
She must’ve heard it all.
Vindel looks between me and Isti, hesitating. “You’re really going?”
“Hurry up and lead. I don’t care about the spellbook, but that money was payment for your work for me.
So I’m getting it back.” I push the reluctant Vindel ahead toward the slums.
The slums aren’t as big as I’d imagined—just a dirty street tucked in Dry Village’s corner. The stench of sewage and trash stings my nose. Narrow alleys, no sunlight, dark and dreary even in daytime. A hotbed of crime and filth—first impression nailed it.
Doesn’t suit me, let alone Isti. But there’re unexpected guests already here—unwelcome ones.
“Who’re you?” Guards block our path.
About ten of them.
“Just passing adventurers.”
“Let’s see your license.”
Good timing—I’d just gotten my silver license, so I hand it over.
“Silver-rank adventurer, confirmed. This area’s restricted right now. Find another route.”
“Hm.”
I glance at Vindel, and it seems we’d need this path to reach the thieves’ base.
Hypnosis? Nah…
Across the way, I spot Salina talking to a subordinate.
The young, spirited guard captain who checked me when I first arrived in this village.
“Can I talk to Salina? I might have helpful info.”
“Helpful info, you say?”
“You’re here for law and order, right?”
“Hm…”
Pretty much always is.
“Wait a moment.”
Salina notices me and heads over.