Chapter 67: 67. The Silver-Haired, Big-Breasted Elf Grows Ever More Creepy
An unknown space, a floating sensation, a life-threatening situation, and so on.
The moment Ryu-o’s hefty thing touched her, every factor that had been consuming Sylvia with fear vanished.
The thing sprang up beneath his cloak in an instant.
It was so powerful that it pushed aside the thick flesh over Sylvia’s womb and pressed hard against her navel.
Men were supposed to go limp if you placed just one or two gold coins on it...
Squeeze♥ Thrust~
"Hkyaaaah!"
Sylvia’s womb had already been left soft and loose from all the masturbation she had been doing lately.
When the luscious dark-red glans twitched, Sylvia reached a weak climax.
Jolt!!!! Drip...
"Haaah...♥"
Seeing the thing as thick as Ryu-o’s forearm, Sylvia lost her mind.
As her tangled emotions drained away, her body relaxed—and lust filled it completely.
That thing she had diligently used as a side dish every night was right in front of her...
A dick... A-a dick... Wow... Huh? In this situation? A man?
Her eyes glazed over as Sylvia looked up at Ryu-o.
"..."
"..."
The two held each other’s gaze for several seconds.
Sylvia’s heart fluttered at the thought that the man she had only ever dreamed of might feel favorably toward her.
"Ryu-o... How could this... Ahem!"
Sylvia’s tongue twisted as she subtly tried to test the waters.
Feeling embarrassed, Sylvia tried to speak again.
"Ryu-o... My body..."
Then, suddenly...
"I’m sorry, Master! I-I actually drank too much troll blood!"
"Pardon?"
Ryu-o sat her down on dry ground and pulled her cloak closed around her.
But his protruding dick was still twitching.
T-That... then it wasn’t because of me...
Troll blood. An expensive ingredient that increased blood flow and was good for muscle recovery.
And when a man consumed it, it was said to cause those sorts of effects...
Ah, I think I touched there by mistake earlier... Ah... So that was why.
A pang of disappointment chilled Sylvia’s chest.
That coldness in her chest gradually began to bring her reason back.
Once she regained her senses, she began to remember the pathetic sights a woman should never show, along with the mistakes she had made with Ryu-o’s body.
The lust-filled man and woman each felt embarrassed and shriveled up like burnt squid.
A suffocating silence fell between them...
"Come to think of it, Master. There’s something I’d like to ask of you."
"Yes!? Yes! P-Please, tell me!"
Reading Ryu-o’s question as meaning, Can we pretend that never happened?, Sylvia nodded vigorously.
At the word ask, she briefly imagined something lewd... But there was no way.
"I’d like to purchase as many Mimic corpses as possible. Would that be all right?"
"Ah... I’ll try to get as many as I can."
"Thank you, Master."
The awkward silence began again.
Only now did Sylvia begin to take in her surroundings.
A forest above and below...? Are we inside the labyrinth?
To break the silence, Sylvia spoke.
"U-Um, come to think of it, Ryu-o. Where are we?"
"Ah, um... This is the middle level of the dungeon."
She had wondered, but it really was.
Sylvia had never even heard of an ability like this in her life.
Her curiosity swelled at this safe zone within the labyrinth, where safe zones were practically nonexistent.
"I-I knew it! How did you get here??! The fact that you brought me with you means..."
"Well... It’s a little difficult to explain the exact method..."
Ah...
Ryu-o could not explain it because there was no suitable way to do so, but Sylvia had no way of knowing that.
Feeling a little more disappointed, Sylvia nodded.
"I understand..."
"I’m sorry, Master."
"N-No, it’s fine. I’m the one who showed you such an unbecoming sight..."
"It happens. I don’t mind, Master."
Watching Ryu-o act like the very model of a man, Sylvia’s heart ached even more.
Even after a woman had shown him such a pathetic, messy side of herself, he spoke to her so gently.
There could not be a woman who would not fall for him.
But what was the point of loving him alone? Their feelings had to be mutual...
Right... Let’s not expect anything...
Sylvia decided to take it easy.
She would love him in secret and hide those feelings forever.
"Um, Ryu-o. When do you think we’ll be leaving...?"
Since he had brought them in, Sylvia assumed he knew how to get back out as well.
Ryu-o smiled and nodded.
"By now, everyone should have entered the labyrinth. If someone comes to investigate, we’ll come back in here, so don’t be alarmed, all right?"
"Yes, I’ll leave it to you."
Just as they were both about to stand, the strength suddenly drained from Sylvia’s legs.
Tremble... Thud.
"Ah!"
As her cloak slipped slightly and exposed her breasts...
Spring!
Ryu-o’s thing pushed aside the folds of his cloak and revealed its majesty once again.
"........."
"I-I’m sorry!"
It had gotten hard even though they had not touched.
It seemed the sight was burned so deeply into his eyes that he could never forget it.
Sylvia found hope again.
**
Fortunately, no investigation party came from outside.
Once the labyrinth opened and the trail vanished without a trace, everyone seemed to have returned to their regular business.
Having changed into clean clothes, the man and woman sat facing each other at the guild.
This was Sylvia’s room.
"Then, I’ll leave the Mimics to you."
"Y-Yes... Please be careful on your way in."
Watching Ryu-o hurry out, Sylvia let her mouth hang open.
He definitely... got hard looking at me.
It was not because of some external stimulus. He had definitely gotten hard looking at her breasts.
Along with her fluttering heart, Sylvia’s body began to heat up.
"Hah...♥ Hah...♥"
Grinning, Sylvia buried her nose in the cloak Ryu-o had worn over himself.
"Sniff... So it’s not just me... is that it?"
Sylvia’s creepiness reached its peak as she began taking off her clothes.
Imagining the sexy man getting hard at the sight of her body, Sylvia vigorously pleasured herself.
Squelch!♥ Squelch!♥ Squelch!♥ Squelch!♥ Squelch!♥ Squelch!♥
"Sniff, sniff! Ryu-o... Huaaah♥ I-I like it too, so much♥"
Only thirty minutes had passed since she had decided to give up.
Praying for next month to come, Sylvia lost herself in her fantasies.
More and more...
Slurp, slurp, slurp~♥
**
Why did something like this happen every time the beginning of the month came around...?
Of course, it was a disaster I had brought upon myself, but I still felt as though the world was unfair.
"Sheesh, this isn’t the time to be standing around. I need to get in there quickly."
This time, I intended to enter the labyrinth once more.
Through the proper procedures, without anything that could be held against me.
If I went from a spot on the first floor of the labyrinth where no one was watching to Floor 13, there would be no problem.
It was currently 9:30. No matter how skilled an adventurer was, they could not reach Floor 13 in an hour and a half.
Calmly making my plans, I ran toward the labyrinth.
**
The center of Labyrinth City Velanis, near the labyrinth entrance.
More than a dozen rough-looking thugs were staring intently at the entrance to the labyrinth.
People gave the thugs, who radiated a vicious air, a wide berth.
The thugs stood around in small groups without entering the labyrinth.
It was an extremely insolent-looking bunch, but in Labyrinth City Velanis, that was nothing unusual.
After all, rough-looking people were everywhere, and perhaps they were just resting before entering the labyrinth.
Maybe they had some other reason... Who cared? It was just annoying that they were blocking the way.
"What are they doing?"
"Looks like they’re waiting to make a serious push through the labyrinth?"
"Oh... I wonder how far they plan to go?"
"By the way, did you hear? A few days ago, the duke’s house made someone an honorary knight..."
The people simply took it in stride and quickly lost interest.
In a few days—or rather, a few hours—the adventurers would come pouring back out, and they needed to sell them goods.
The peddlers setting up their stalls chatted among themselves.
Since it would take time for the adventurers to emerge, they were taking it easy and talking.
Then one merchant who had been animatedly talking shouted loudly.
"What? You’re saying it was true? Come now! Don’t lie to me!"
"Ah, I’m telling you, it’s true! The duke’s house announced that he killed an Orc Hero! I heard all the details of what happened!"
The reason they shouted loudly enough for everyone to hear was...
"Would you happen to know what happened inside the banquet hall as well?"
When there was an interesting topic like this, bards came along and paid for the information.
They would buy information at a reasonable price, then retell it in some square or tavern with all the proper flair to make money.
The basics of business! Buy goods wholesale, then sell those goods!
And even among bards, there were different levels...
"Gasp! Aren’t you the [Singer of the Wind]?"
"Ha ha, you know me?"
"Of course I do... Anyone around here who doesn’t know you has the head of a troll."
High-end taverns even invited bards directly.
So the noble lords would not be bored, and so they would order more expensive liquor.
The man who went from one such high-end tavern to another was Labyrinth City Velanis’s finest bard, the [Singer of the Wind].
Apparently, his voice was gentle without being frivolous, befitting the dignity of noble lords and all that...
In any case! The bard nodded and opened his mouth.
"Where did this information come from?"
"My cousin is the coachman for Viscount Hars’s House over there..."
After confirming the source, the bard took out no fewer than five silver coins from his pocket.
The merchant who accepted the coins handed one silver coin to the merchant beside him, who had helped him stage the little act.
"Then I’ll begin."
"Mm."
And so the story began...
"So, you see, he had hair black as pitch-dark obsidian..."
"I know, I know... What I’m curious about is what happened inside the banquet hall!"
Murmur, murmur.
"I’m telling you, he just—bam! Huh!?—smacked Baron Consort Hottes across the face!"
"How would a coachman know that?"
"Good grief... Do you know how loud drunken noble lords get inside their carriages!"
"I know... Mm-hm..."
A shadow fell over those exchanging information.
It belonged to the thugs? Adventurers? who had been staring at the entrance instead of entering the labyrinth this whole time.
It did not matter to them.
They merely shrank their shoulders in fear at the ominous atmosphere.
Looking at the thugs surrounding them, the merchant timidly spoke.
"W-What is it...?"
Among the thugs, a woman with a deeply sunken right cheek spoke in a trembling voice.
"T-Tell that story again. An... honorary what?"
"Um... A-Are you interested in the details too?"
The woman gritted her teeth and glared at the merchant.
Grit!
"Eek!"
"No! Is it true that a man named Jang Ryu-o became an honorary knight of the duke’s house or not!!!"
"O-Oh! Yes! It’s true! The announcement was made, um, yesterday or two days ago..."
"Fuck!!!"
The woman suddenly began chewing her nails, and her face turned pale.
"What do we do... Ah, fuck... This is fucked..."
The merchant, too, began growing uneasy at the woman’s deranged behavior.
Then...
"W-What’s wrong... Huh? O-Over there! It’s the honorary knight!"
"Where? Good lord! You couldn’t possibly fail to recognize him!"
"Damn... Look at that?"
"That’s fucking incredible..."
In contrast to the people’s admiration, the woman spoke through gritted teeth.
"Guys... One of you go make a report... The rest of us are going in."
"S-Sub-boss...! Didn’t you hear?"
"Keep your voice down, you stupid bastard. Hoo... We die either way..."
The gang of thugs headed for the labyrinth entrance after saying nothing but incomprehensible things.
With the tension gone, the merchants and bard left out deep sighs.
"Whew... What was that? Were they just lunatics?"
"Tell me about it... I thought we were about to get stabbed..."
The surroundings returned to normal, as though no one had time to worry about it.
Labyrinth City Velanis was simply too cutthroat for anyone to concern themselves with other people.
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