Not long after, the trees began to thin out.
The familiar dirt road leading back to town finally came into view.
"Finally," I muttered.
The forest behind me was still as dangerous as ever, but today's hunt had gone smoother than expected.
Two C-rank bears.
A strange slime with unusual abilities.
And another skill added to my collection.
Not bad for a single day.
By the time I reached the town gates, the guards were already watching the line of adventurers returning from their hunts. Some carried monster parts, others dragged large carcasses behind them.
When I walked past them with the bear materials tied to my pack, one of the guards raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Successful hunt?" he asked casually.
"Something like that," I replied.
He nodded and let me pass without another question.
The streets of the town were busy as usual. Merchants were shouting about their goods, people moved between shops, and the smell of food drifted through the air.
But I didn't stop.
My destination was clear.
The Adventurers' Guild.
When I pushed open the large doors, the familiar noise of the guild hall greeted me immediately. Adventurers were talking loudly, some drinking, others studying the quest board.
Behind the counter, Ms. Cera was busy organizing several documents.
When she looked up and saw me walk in, her eyes lit up slightly.
"Oh, Renji. You're back already."
I walked over to the counter and placed the materials from the bears on the desk.
"The bear hunt is done."
Ms. Cera looked down at the large claws and thick fur in front of her.
Then she looked back at me.
"…You finished it already?"
"Yeah."
She inspected the materials for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Well… I suppose I shouldn't be surprised anymore."
A small smile appeared on her face as she began writing something down.
"Good work. I'll prepare your reward."
Ms. Cera continued examining the bear materials carefully.
Her fingers traced along the thick claws and fur before she nodded to herself.
"These are definitely from C-rank bears," she said while writing something on a sheet of paper. "And judging by the condition… you handled them pretty cleanly."
I leaned casually against the counter.
"They weren't that difficult."
She looked up at me with a slightly amused expression.
"You say that like it's normal to defeat two C-rank bears alone."
I simply shrugged.
Around us, a few nearby adventurers had started listening to the conversation. Some of them glanced at the materials on the counter, whispering quietly among themselves.
Ms. Cera finished writing and placed a small pouch of coins on the counter.
"Here's the reward for the quest."
The pouch landed with a soft clink.
I picked it up and weighed it in my hand.
Not bad.
Then she slid another small paper toward me.
"I also added a bonus," she said. "Two bears instead of one is more than the quest required."
I nodded slightly.
"Thanks."
She folded her arms lightly on the counter and studied me for a moment.
"You came back pretty quickly," she said. "Did anything interesting happen in the forest?"
For a brief moment, I thought about the slime.
The strange abilities it had… and the core I had already absorbed.
But I didn't mention it.
"Just the usual monsters," I replied calmly.
Ms. Cera seemed to accept the answer, though her eyes lingered on me for a second longer as if she was trying to read my thoughts.
"Well," she said eventually, "make sure you get some rest. Even strong adventurers need breaks."
"I'll keep that in mind."
I turned away from the counter and began walking toward the exit.
As I pushed open the guild doors, the noise of the hall faded behind me.
Alright, what should I eat for today? It's still too early and I'm getting hungry again.
I headed back to my room first to change my clothes.
The moment I stepped inside and closed the door, I started stripping—tunic first, then pants, kicking off my boots. The fabric peeled away from my skin with a faint sticky pull; dried cum cracked along my inner thighs, the faint scent still clinging to me. I was down to my underclothes when a sudden warm presence wrapped around me from behind.
Arms—strong, smooth—circled my waist. A hard chest pressed to my back. I froze.
A low, velvety voice murmured against my ear.
"How was your day, Renji?"
He hugged me tighter. His head settled on my shoulder. Warm tongue flicked out—slow, wet—licking the shell of my ear.
I stiffened. A shiver ran down my spine.
Uhh… I almost forgot. It's the other turn now.
That means I have to endure it again… and again.
He finally released me. I turned—and there he was.
Lytheris.
Tall—easily a head taller than me—broad-shouldered but lean, like a dancer carved from marble. Pink hair fell in soft, silky waves past his shoulders, catching the lantern light in rosy gleams. His face was devastatingly handsome—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, full lips curved in a permanent, teasing smile. Crimson eyes glowed faintly, pupils slitted like a cat's. He wore a loose black silk shirt—top three buttons undone, revealing smooth, toned chest—and fitted dark trousers that hugged his thighs and the obvious bulge between them.
Still smiling.
"Lytheris… Lust of the seven sins," he said, voice smooth as velvet, almost purring.
"H-hello," I greeted, voice small.
"Aww, how cute," he cooed. Reached out—thumb and forefinger gently pinched my cheek, rolling it playfully. "So shy."
"What—" I started, shocked.
"So let's get started?" he continued, eyes dropping pointedly. "Since you're already stripped… I guess you're prepared, right?"
"W-wait, I'm hungry," I said quickly. "Can't we just eat first?"
He laughed—soft, musical. "Hmm… we're about to eat now, aren't we?"
"T-that's not what I mean," I stammered.
"It'll not take long, okay?" he said, smile widening. Voice dropped lower. "Promise."
I didn't know what to answer.
But my body was weird. It felt like it wasn't listening to me. Heat pooled low in my belly—traitorous, unwanted. My cock twitched under my underclothes, already half-hard.
He noticed.
Eyes flicked down. Smile turned wicked.
"Oh… you're hard," he laughed softly. "Then why don't we get started?"
He stripped.
Shirt slid off shoulders—smooth, toned chest revealed, muscles flexing under pale skin. Nipples dark pink, already pebbled. Trousers unlaced—shoved down. Shorts last.
His cock sprang free—long, thick, flushed deep rose at the head, already leaking a clear bead of pre. Veins stood out along the shaft—prominent, pulsing. It curved upward slightly, heavy and proud.
Again.
He stepped closer. Pressed his body against mine—skin to skin. Heat radiated from him like a furnace. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach—hot, slick—leaving a wet trail.
One hand wrapped around my cock—firm grip, thumb brushing the head.
I moaned—soft, involuntary.
"Mmm… ahh…"
He stroked—slow, deliberate—hand gliding up and down the length. Pre leaked over his fingers, making the slide slicker.
"Seems like you're enjoying it," he said, voice low, amused—while his hand kept moving.
"M-my body… my body's feels weird," I moaned, voice trembling.
"I guess your body's really adapting," he said softly.
Then he kissed me.
Deep. Hungry. Tongue sliding in—hot, wet—claiming every corner of my mouth. His hand never stopped—stroking faster now—thumb circling the head on every upstroke.
I moaned into the kiss—muffled, desperate.
"Hn… mmph… ahh…"
Between kisses I gasped—voice breaking.
"I'm… cumming—"
He moved faster—tight, slick strokes—hand twisting at the head.
I came—hard—spurting across his stomach in weak, trembling pulses.
"Nghhh… haaah—!"
He groaned—low, satisfied—stroking me through it until I shuddered. Then his own hips jerked—cock rubbing hard against my stomach.
"Mm… coming too…"
Hot ropes splashed across my skin—thick, warm—painting my stomach and chest. He moaned—long, pleased—hips twitching as he emptied.
We both panted—breathing heavy—bodies pressed close, sticky with each other's release.
He kissed my forehead—soft.
"Good boy."
I thought it was done.
Then he scooped me up—effortless—carried me to the bed.
"W-wait, what if someone heard us?" I said, voice small.
He snapped his fingers once—faint shimmer of magic rippled through the air.
"Perfect," he said, smiling. "Now no one will hear us."
He laid me down—on my back. Crawled over me—pink hair falling like silk curtains around us.
His head dipped—mouth hovering over my cock.
"W-wait… are you… s-sucking it?" I asked, voice trembling.
"Yeah," he said softly. "I'll make you feel good too."
Then he took me into his mouth—slow, warm, wet heat enveloping me completely.