Barberian

Chapter 89: The dildo I was pampering smelled like another woman's scent (4)

I was half dead and half alive on my last trip to the Labyrinth.

Gluttony in front of me was clearly not meant to be on the fifth floor, and it was incredibly strong.

'Still, it's worth it.'

This time, there were no Temple Investigators and no party members to protect.

Without the distractions, I could rampage more freely against the creature.

'Blessing of Radiance is the best thing since sliced bread.'

With the Blessing of Radiance on my axe, I'd be able to put up a good fight if I was prepared to fight to the death.

I immediately wrapped the blessing around my axe and swung it.

Kiiii-i

With a cold crackling sound, the Blessing of Radiance wrapped around the axe and immediately disappeared.

'What?'

A misfire? It's never happened before.

The gluttonous creature was almost upon me, and I immediately tested my newfound blessing.

[Blessing of the Time of Judgment]

The world, which had gradually slowed down under my intense concentration, immediately returned to its original speed.

'Holy shit.'

Wham!

***

'I'm back already?'

I woke up to find myself on Idelbert's firm thighs again.

'I died and came out of the dream world.'

It was a stupid battle. I'd barely managed to catch it with my blessing.

Fighting Gluttony without the Blessing of Radiance was as foolish as standing in front of a final boss as a commoner.

"How was the battle with Gluttony?"

"It sucked."

"Are you talking back to your heavenly master?"

'Hmph.'

I asked her, sweating profusely inside my helmet.

"Master. I have a question."

"Come on, ask me anything, apprentice."

"Is it true that within that dreamlike world, I cannot use my blessings properly?"

"Yes. It is a kind of dream world."

Idelbert said, pulling out a hypnosis coin.

"It's an artifact that forcibly draws out the unconsciousness of the opponent. It's also an artifact that contains Professor Arpo's unique illusionary magic."

"Uh-huh."

"The artifact can be used to create plausible illusions by combining the remnants of your opponent's memories, which can be used for training or various other experiences."

I listened to Idelbert's explanation, dumbfounded.

'Doesn't that mean you're effectively creating a small virtual reality world?'

"It's not all-purpose, though. Even if I can tap into the unconscious, I can only use it if I have a strong impression of the opponent or the moment. That's why I asked you to name the strongest person you've ever fought."

So the weaker the impression of the person or place, the more likely it is that the hypnosis will fail.

'But it's still awesome.'

The combination of an artifact and a professor-level wizard made for an incredible item.

Even if I can't use my blessings, I can still gain a lot of experience with that tool.

I could tell because I've been through a revenge match against a monstrosity in the Illusionary World myself.

'If I use it to replay battles, I can gain combat experience at an incomparably faster rate.'

My mouth watered.

"How much does that thing cost?"

"Disciple, it's a 24th floor artifact with the unique magic of a Royal Academy professor-level mage. There are only two of them left in the Labyrinth City. You'll never get it."

When I showed signs of coveting the artifact, Idelbert flicked the coin with her thumb.

She caught the coin as it spun in the air, caught the thread, and shook it again before my eyes.

"You should be grateful to have found a master who is so generous with such a precious object for the betterment of his pupil."

As I stared at the coin waving in front of my eyes, my vision immediately blurred.

"You'll have to struggle a few more times."

***

Day 1.

I realize that I can't use the blessing, but the stat bonuses from the blessing still apply.

Now that I've realized that even if I fall, I'll wake up to reality, there's no need to protect myself.

I leapt into the oncoming creature's mouth with my jaws wide open, axe raised, and shouted.

'Giant.'

-Tsk!

The impact from inside the mouth was more effective than hitting it from outside, but without the blessing of radiance, the effect was mild.

-Kwaddup!

I was eaten.

***

"Hmph."

Idelbert coughed in disbelief.

"Go again."

-Zhiying

I immediately lost consciousness.

For some reason, my jaw felt stiff, but it must have been my imagination.

***

Day 4.

I stopped thinking about a short game.

I realized that I had to bite the bullet and make it a long game to have any chance of winning.

-Boom!

I narrowly dodge the charge and bring my axe down in close.

The wound was barely noticeable, just a faint scratch.

It was disheartening to see my full-powered axe strike fail to do any real damage, but I put a positive spin on the situation.

'If it doesn't scratch, I'll just keep hitting it until it does.'

-Bam! Bam!

I swung my axe like a maniac, focusing on dodging the creature's tail attack, which was a free pass to the Jordan River if I got hit once.

I clung to the gluttonous creature's flank like a leech, steadfastly hitting only one spot.

-Zzzzzzzzzz!

The axe sank in like never before.

Not a slashing sound, but a tearing and splitting sound.

I don't know how many times I've swung the axe so far, but it must have been more than twenty.

The result: an axe mark barely the size of my fist.

'Fuck. How the fuck did I beat this asshole?'

I laughed, a hollow laugh, but I could see the light.

Even without the Blessing of Radiance, I could still wound him.

Boom!

***

Day 11.

-Whoosh!

I twist my body slightly to the left, dodging the tail attack that comes with a gust of wind.

I jump on the recovering tail and cling to it tightly.

[Kie-e-e-e!]

A resounding roar was heard as the creature lunged at me with its muzzle open, then paused.

It hesitated.

If it tries to eat me now, it will eat its tail as well.

-Bung-bung-bung!

His tail wagged this way and that to shake me off.

I centered myself and used the recoil to leap onto its body.

-Bam! Bam!

And like a rock climber, I slammed my twin axes into its body and climbed to the top of its head.

[KEEEEK!]

I clung to the head of the screaming, struggling Gluttony. If I fell now, I would be crushed.

-Kwaddup!

I prescribed an axe to calm him down.

As with most patients, he didn't listen, so I repeatedly hit him with the axe until he calmed down.

-Zzzzzzzz!

The sensation of the axe going deep. Okay, that's it.

I inserted the axe into the skull of the leering creature.

-Kwaaang!

The rapidly bulking axe slammed into the creature's head, which had been raised high in the air.

"Didn't I get him!!!?"

I even blocked the magical resurrection spell, just in case. It should be really dead now.

[Keh-ek-!]

He's not really dead.

It wriggled doggedly, even though I'd nearly cut its head in half.

'The firepower is slightly lacking.'

I wounded it, but not enough to kill it outright, even with my current strongest attack, Giant Axe.

'That was the most perfect battle I've ever had.'

I'm not even slightly wounded, and the abomination is crawling on the ground, begging, with a giant axe lodged in its skull.

'Still, I came close to killing it without the aid of the Blessing of Radiance.'

I nodded in satisfaction, and then my head burned with heat.

The visions of Gluttony and Labyrinth faded in a flurry, and I opened my eyes again on Idelbert's thigh.

"...?"

My body felt strangely warm and my cock was twitching strangely.

I felt an immediate erection and quickly raised my upper body to hide it.

Idelbert stared at me, then opened her mouth.

"You've overdone it. Your brain and body have been overwhelmed by too much use in one day. You'll have to moderate your use for the time being."

"...That's too bad. A little more and I could have killed it."

"It's ridiculous that you pushed yourself that far in the first place. Even if it was weakened by the seal, it's not something a novice explorer can defeat. You should be proud of yourself."

Idelbert patted my helm with a rare smirk.

It had certainly paid off.

'Now I won't freak out at the sight of any large beast.'

After all, a man grows the most in life-and-death battles.

The feeling of gaining overwhelming combat experience was amazing.

There's a distinct difference between the present me and the person I was a few hours ago.

I wonder how many low-level explorers in the world can experience something like this. Maybe I'm the only one.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, Idelbert spoke up with a nonchalant face.

"Now that you've exhausted your mind, let's try something that doesn't require you to use your brain."

"...Yes?"

What are you talking about, Master?

"Don't be silly. You just took a stamina-restoring potion."

With that, Idelbert took out an object she was hiding behind her back.

Gravity Control Artifacts and even three of them.

One is already on his arm, for reference, so four in total.

Even at the lowest power, that's eight times the force of gravity.

Idelbert pointed to the running track.

"I don't want you to run, so try a slow walk."

"Haha..."

The disciple was overwhelmed by his master's grace and tears welled up in his eyes.

***

"Ugh..."

Idelbert looked at Balkan, who was walking like a corpse across the running track.

'That's some mental strength.'

Sweat is pouring down his face, his legs are shaking and he looks like he's going to collapse, but he never does.

The endurance to endure physical pain is incredible, but there is something else that amazes Idelbert even more.

– Ah! I can actually win this fight!

Idelbert thought back to Balkan, who had been killed by the demon of gluttony in the illusionary world and was begging to be reborn.

'He's not afraid of death.'

No matter how much we recognize that it's an illusion, death stirs our instinctive fear.

There would be blood, flesh torn, bones broken, screams.

The primal terror of death, which even the most brilliant of beings must feel, he bravely overcame.

Idelbert looked at Balkan, who casually demanded the next battle, and realized that he was already mentally broken in some way.

"I like him more and more."

Common sense people don't climb to great heights.

You had to be crazy and insane to reach the heights of the mighty.

Balkan had already fulfilled that condition.

All that remains is to create a place for the madness to go.

"Heh!"

Idelbert handed the healing potion to Balkan, who collapsed to the ground, after he completed twenty laps of the track.

"You worked hard. Balkan."

"Ahhhhh, thank you..."

Balkan quickly snatched the bottle of healing potion and raised it to his lips. The crack in the lower part of his helm made it possible.

Idelbert, staring at his throat, which gurgled with each gulp of liquid, spoke with a nonchalant expression.

"Balkan."

His eyes, still sipping the potion, turned to Idelbert.

"Would you like to go to the 25th floor of the Labyrinth, by any chance?"

-Poohhhhhhhh!!!

Startled by the sudden suggestion, Balkan gulped down the potion in his throat and spewed it right into Idelbert's face.

"Keehek, kolok! Kehek!"

He coughed for a long time, unable to calm down.

"...a..."

He looked up at Idelbert, pale and drenched in his own saliva.

Idelbert's eyes were tightly shut.

The liquid he'd splashed dripped down her sleek, sharp jawline.

The droplets trickled down her leotard and into her ample cleavage.

"..."

"..."

After a minute of terrifying, creepy silence, that seemed like an hour, Idelbert spoke.

"...How dare you splatter saliva on your heavenly master?"

Balkan felt a shiver run down his spine at Idelbert's words.

That exhilarating sensation he'd felt when he'd been gaze-raped.

"Ah, no. That, Master. This is such a mistake-"

Idelbert's tightly closed eyes slowly opened and wet with moisture, they glared at Balkan.

"I guess you could say this is a request to commit a crime."

Idelbert ran her hand over the liquid running down her jawline and smeared it on her lips.

The red lips were moistened with the liquid.

Chapter 90: The dildo I was pampering smelled like another woman's scent (5)

Idelbert was still in reality when Balkan gained battle experience in the Illusion World.

While his consciousness is in the Illusion World, his physical body falls into a state of sleep.

In a sense, his consciousness is gone, and he can't recover from mental exhaustion.

The lying body gets plenty of rest, such as metabolizing and repairing itself, just like when a person sleeps.

So Idelbert overlooked it.

-Sometimes, men have erections when they go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning.

It was a rumor that sounds like an urban legend.

Lying on his stomach with her thighs as pillows, the front of Balkan's pants bulged.

Idelbert, a virgin, stopped thinking just by looking at the scene.

Something thick was extending from his hipbone and down to his mid-thigh, straining to break through his pants.

"Hmph."

Idelbert looked around, feigning nonchalance but no one was there.

-Gulp.

Her mouth watered for some reason.

'Still not tempted? A massive, pioneering opportunity to explore an uncharted cave?!'

'If I go for it now, I get a hot, inexperienced disciple for free! Commanding, forceful submission from my position as a master! Ah, I can't do it, can I? Pfft!'

The angel and demon in Idelbert's wrestled in her head.

She doesn't know who the angel is and who the devil is.

Idelbert, a chaste maiden who had once served in the temple, thought for a moment and shook her head horizontally.

The cat's tail wagged in disapproval.

'Three years. I've put up with it for decades, and I can't do that?'

Krrr. I can't take it. It's a little too much to bear.

Her womb was already tightening and she was beginning to ovulate.

As Idelbert was desperately thinking, Balkan opened her eyes.

"!!!"

The cat's tail twitched, reflecting her surprise. Fortunately, her face remained impassive.

"Ah, it's worse than I thought because I can't use this blessing. Master. Just one more chance-"

Before Balkan could finish, Idelbert waved a coin, silencing him.

It poked him in the left cheek, exposed through his broken helmet.

"...Sleep."

Phew. I let out an unnecessary sigh.

A quick glance showed that his erection was dead.

Idelbert swallowed hard and looked back at Balkan.

"Speaking of which, why does he wear a helmet?"

She often wondered, but she never deliberately mentioned it.

As the head of the Labyrinth City Explorers' Alliance, a group that valued ability over humanity, Idelbert also valued ability over appearance.

'All men's faces are the same.'

I didn't really care, I just figured there had to be a story behind it.

But then Idelbert remembered the recent news from Balkan.

Information about his relationship with a priest, his involvement with the Academy and the capture of the Minotaur, an unusual creature imbued with Magi.

Successfully joining a party and entering the 8th floor less than half a year after registering as an explorer.

As he rapidly accumulated his accomplishments, the number of people interested in him was gradually increasing.

'Of course, being my apprentice is the biggest reason.'

Not many people would know all this information unless they were paying close attention, but few people knew.

"He could get in trouble."

But that was part of the road to the high ground, and it would be a disappointment if he couldn't get past that.

'At least they'll all get cut off at Diana's inn.'

Idelbert remembered the old innkeeper, the one who'd thrown ice picks at her when they met and who'd been a bit of a wild woman.

It was a relief to have a dildo keeper.

Idelbert's vision lowered slightly.

The dildo-no, his cock twitched again but it was hard to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Ugh. Failed again-"

Crappy Balkan. The speed at which he exited the illusion world was faster than I expected, given how dangerously acrobatic he was.

She wakes up while I'm thinking, and when I try to approach it.

After the seventh attempt, the time it took to get out of the illusion world got longer and longer. Perhaps he was being persistent.

As a teacher, I had to dismiss the thought that the disciple was trying so hard.

'You're the worst kind of teacher, trying to catch your student when he's sleeping. Stop it.'

Contrary to Idelbert's resolve, her black feline tail trailed down Balkan's hard body, gradually making its way to the waistband of his pants.

"..."

Flick. Flick.

The tip of her blunt, furry tail flicked against his massive cock, which was clinging to the side of his thigh.

'...It's softer than I imagined.'

I ran my tail over the Balkan's hard cock against the side of my thigh and measured its length.

'...How long?'

Idelbert marveled in stunned silence.

She measured the length of his tail with his hand, then moved it to his cunt and under his navel.

'It's this far in, huh?'

"Kkkkkk!"

Idelbert immediately swallowed a moan. Her uterus was already loosening, ready for implantation.

"What a cock. The cock I crave. How will you ever be responsible for making your heavenly master so hot?"

-Tsk! Tsk!

With a little more force, Idelbert flicked the Balkan's cock with her tail.

No matter how confident, strong, and sex-driven Idelbert was, there was an inexperienced, shy virgin inside her.

She couldn't bring herself to pull down the Balkan's pants and mercilessly exploit his cum with a tail job.

The hardened warrior Idelbert was not here now.

There was only a female gazing in wonder at a cock she had never seen before.

Balkan woke up a few times afterward, but he didn't notice Idelbert's erotic antics.

Her tail control was too precise and her timing too good.

And so time passed, and now.

Idelbert looked up to see Balkan staring at her, pale.

Her face and even her bangs were drenched in the liquid that Balkan had sprayed from his mouth.

As she inhaled, her sensitive nostrils caught the scent of Balkan's saliva.

The overwhelmingly masculine scent made Idelbert's head spin for a moment.

At the same time, it was mixed with a scent that made her frown.

'Diana's scent, Serif's scent… You even took a bath with that Serif bitch. For a priestess…What a cheeky bastard.'

She wiped a hand across the liquid that ran down her chin and onto her sternum and brought it to her lips, her tail twitching and sending shivers down her spine.

"I guess you could say this is a request to commit a crime."

She removed her finger from her lips with a hiss.

"..."

Idelbert watched as Balkan's cock responded with a twitch.

"You're a very demanding male, testing the Master's patience, apprentice."

'I'm kidding. Don't look so serious.'

Idelbert wished she hadn't.

What she was thinking and what she was about to say were mixed up.

"...Hmm. I'm kidding," Idelbert stammered awkwardly and Balkan let out an awkward chuckle.

His eyes traveled down Idelbert's red lips to her sternum, as if mesmerized by something.

It was an instinctive gesture, not of a male of this world, but of Earth.

Balkan squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to shake off the temptation.

"...Haha. Master. You really don't seem to have a talent for jokes."

"Disciple, if you keep doing that, it might not be a joke."

"...Haha."

"...Hoo-hoo."

"...hahahahaha!"

Balkan and Idelbert's awkward laughter echoed through the training room.

That day the master and pupil recognized each other's femininity and masculinity more strongly than ever.

*** *** *** ******

"So, what do you mean by the 25th floor?"

Balkan asked as an afterthought as he finished his training for the day and prepared to go to Zirnier.

'This is definitely not the place for me to be right now.'

The 25th floor of the Labyrinth, was a multiplier of 5, and clearly an area for advanced explorers.

"I didn't mean to enter the Labyrinth yourself. I meant to use this."

Idelbert waved the brainwashing coin that showed an illusionary world.

"This can be used by two people, so I was hoping to give you a taste of the 25th floor in my memory."

Idelbert swallowed and thought for a moment.

"That opportunity will have to wait. I'll show you later, when the time is right."

"I see."

Balkan nodded at Idelbert's words without comment.

Gaining experience through the illusory world on the 25th floor, would give him a tremendous amount of experience that would be incomparable to what he had so far.

"Come back tomorrow. Oh, and wash up a bit. You're stinking up the place with your semen and sweat."

"...Yes. I'll be careful."

Balkan bowed his head to Idelbert and stepped into the elevator reserved for the Union Chief.

Idelbert stood by the window and watched him leave the building, then left the training room and headed for her office.

'Should I jerk off or work first?'

The image of Balkan inflating his erect cock flashed through her mind for a moment, but Idelbert deliberated and chose the latter.

As she sat in her overstuffed desk chair and waved the coin in front of her eyes, fragments of an unforgettable memory stuck in her mind.

There, beneath the 25th floor of the Labyrinth, stood a woman.

She didn't look much different than when they had met in the real world not long ago.

It wasn't a body that had become muscular after retirement, but rather a sleeker and sharper body.

Clinging to her back was a lustful demon with a heart-shaped tail and bat-like wings.

The demon of lust, in the form of a seductive woman, gently rubbed her lower belly with both hands.

Then a tattoo of a womb emitting pink light appeared on the woman's lower belly.

[Ugh…, huhuhu…]

Idelbert quietly muttered to the woman with her face twisted in pain.

"You're dripping wet with semen today too, Diana. But don't worry too much about not being able to lose your virginity. Yours will be taken soon. I'm working hard for you."

Idelbert looked at the demon of lust with a puzzled face this time.

"What are you looking at? Take good care of your womb. If you don't want to be impaled by a divine dildo."

***

"Sniff, man, you smell divine!"

I was just about to exit the building, getting off the elevator reserved for the President of the Union, when someone shouted out of nowhere.

I turned around, but no one was standing behind me, just a group of other explorers staring blankly in my direction.

"It's her, the Elemental Archer!"

"That one. Is she alive?!"

"According to her, she was helping to clean up a disturbance in the 15th floor safe zone, but strangely, none of the party saw her at the time. It's a bit shady."

"Enough with the ridiculous slander. There's no evidence, and she isn't a rehabilitated explorer. And there's no reason for a sincere spirit to lie."

The other explorers were talking, looking at the floor in front of me.

"Where are you looking? Look this way, man!"

I looked down, and suddenly a small creature came into view.

Butterfly-like wings on its back and a quiver the size of a toothpick.

It was a cute and cuddly creature, slightly larger than my fist.

[Prickly One of Wind Valley, LV.34]

"Yes! You! You join our party right now!"

A little fairy has offered me to join her party.

Chapter 91: Aspiring Master's Foot Scrubber and Sandbag

"Oh..."

I was entranced as I lifted the small, cute creature named "Prickly One of Wind Valley."

Shiny blond golden eyes, ears slightly shorter than Ellie's, but longer than a human's.

She was lightly dressed in a loincloth and a bow of light fluttered from her waist.

General assessment: cute.

"Uhhh. Sorry."

I grabbed her wings and lifted her up, and she made a loud noise.

I obediently followed her instructions.

It was soothing to watch the cute creature's antics.

I gently lifted it in my palm, and the Prickly One nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmph. Hmph!"

The Prickly One nodded again, tapping the palm print on my palm with her tiny paw.

"Hands as thick and hard as the stony rocks deep in the Wind Valley, a body that no man can easily possess, just as that wicked woman said!"

I shook my head in silence.

I felt taken aback by the sudden compliment.

'Besides, what do you mean, a vicious woman?'

"Who told you that about me?"

"That's not the point, Ji, that's not what's important right now, your name, Balkan, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then you should join our party right now!"

The spirit shouted with a smug look on her face. Her wings fluttered with such pride that they flapped.

I was taken aback by the suddenness of the offer, but I knew what to say.

"I'm sorry, but I must decline. I have a party at the moment."

A party consisting of Joy Hog, Jubeel, Hitolis and Lammel.

I don't know how long it'll last, but they're in the top 1% of explorers in terms of personality, and they're a pretty likable bunch.

"Well, what the hell!"

I declined the offer and the spirit collapsed into the palm of my hand with a shocked face.

"Well, then I can't help it... the party is precious... hee hee... I'm going back...!"

-Papapapap!

The Prickly One of Wind Valley flapped its wings eagerly and flew off somewhere in the distance.

Her shoulders were slumped, and the dead eyes were clearly visible even from here.

"...What the hell was that?"

I asked, dumbfounded at the sudden party invitation, and then at the instantaneous flight when I turned her down.

"You have a good heart, my child."

A low, muffled voice said.

I turned around to see a wiry old woman with a wooden cane looking at me with a big smile on her face.

Judging by the pouch of money at her waist, she was a client of the Explorers' Alliance.

"Do you know about that fairy?"

"She is not a fairy, but a spirit. They have the beauty of elves, the dexterity of dwarves, and hearts purer than those of men."

The old woman chuckled.

"Far better beings than those fools who fall prey to envy, jealousy, greed, and impulse. You'd do well to follow them."

The old woman laughed in a deep voice and headed for the window.

I glanced at the mysterious old woman, then back at the place where Prickly One of Wind Valley flew away.

"Hmph."

My personal interest was piqued.

'Apparently, Denshi was blessed with an increased affinity with the wind spirits.'

[Bonded Slaves: Denshi LV.29]

The last time I checked, she had leveled up quite a bit.

A party, a mean woman, a bumbling girl who asks people to join the party but then ignores everyone around her.

"No way?"

The odds are slim, but it's worth pursuing.

I glanced at Diana's watch on my wrist for a moment and I had a little time before I had to get to Zirnier.

***

"Holy shit. That was fucking fast."

She was flapping her wings, but her speed wasn't normal.

My training with Idelbert had drained me of stamina and strength so I couldn't get up to speed.

In the end, it was a waste.

I looked around and saw a familiar scene.

Explorers searching for armaments, dignitaries inspecting fancy weaponry for display in their mansions, and guards patrolling the streets.

In my frantic chase, I've already come this far.

I looked at my watch again. It was already getting late and it was almost night.

"I should get going."

I gave up trying to find the Wind Valley's Prickly One.

She seemed to be an explorer, and since she found me first, I figured there would be another chance to meet her in the Union someday.

"Ah. You're here, please wait a moment. I'll contact Ms. Zirnier."

I pushed open the door to Zirnier's Weapons Shop and was greeted politely by a staff member who recognized me.

She then used a courtesy finger communication artifact to alert Zernier to my arrival.

"...Maid. What's with that man, he doesn't even wait to see Zirnier as soon as he arrives, even I, a noble, am in the queue. Why is he treated so well?"

"Well, I don't know about that, but I'm guessing he must have some sort of relationship with Zirnier to be able to meet her so quickly."

A blonde bun-haired noblewoman in dress armor glared at me in exasperation, but it was no big deal.

"Number One should be here any minute."

-Puhhhhhh!

At the same time as the employee said that, the door to the underground workshop opened with a tremendous burst of heat and steam.

-Ding, ding, ding!

The sound of a mechanical arm jumping back and forth and climbing up the stairs could be heard. He's so cute, too.

Soon, No. 1 emerged from the stairs and revealed itself, accompanied by a very, very plain-faced woman.

'Fuck. What the fuck?'

I instinctively reached for the axe in my waistband, but stopped myself.

Feeling strangely uncomfortable, I instinctively furrowed my brow and scanned the woman.

I didn't hear any footsteps. It was too quiet, even for me, even if I hadn't activated my perception.

Furthermore, the aura around her, in contrast to her plain face, was very creepy.

[Inte■t LV. 6■]

[Blessings currently possessed by Inte■t: ■■: ■]

The status was censored which means she's a level 60 great powerhouse.

Even the details of blessings and curses were hidden.

"Hmm."

I looked at her through the status window, and she smirked at me.

"You've got an axe, huh?"

I interpreted it as a death threat. "How dare you hold an axe in front of me?" I thought.

Grabbing the weapon first in front of an unknown opponent is like conceding the point, an obvious mistake.

"What a nice guy. You'll be great. That guy should have been taken care of, but why on earth did it take that many years…Tsk."

But there was an unexpected reaction.

The plain-looking woman clicked her tongue and walked past me.

"Don't draw your weapon until you've seen your opponent, sometimes it's better to shake hands first."

I glanced back and the woman's figure had vanished like a mirage.

"She looks like a commoner, and she's in good form! Could she be an explorer?!"

"She's obviously skilled, as she has access to Ms. Zirnier's workshop, but hmm... at least I've never seen her before. She might not be an explorer."

"Gosh, you're really catchy."

The mannered bun-headed dressed armored lady and the maid chatted. I chimed in from the side.

'...What the hell is going on today?'

First was Wind Valley's Prickly One and now an old woman with a strange atmosphere.

I feel like I've been meeting strange people one after another.

-Bam! Bam!

When I woke up, No. 1 was flicking my hand, drawing my attention.

[Follow me].

Scribbling on the floor, No. 1 skillfully led me to an underground workshop.

I followed him down the stairs, my mind replaying the sequence of events.

The enormous furnace was visible from a distance and the wind blowing in from the furnace instantly heats me up.

Even the summer of 2055 in the future will be as cool as an air conditioner in Zirnier's workshop.

-Gulp. Gulp.

"Phew!"

As I walk along the first street, I see Zirnier in the distance, lying on an anvil, cracking open a bottle of wine.

It was quite a distance, but I could already smell the alcohol.

There were about twenty bottles lying around with not a drop of alcohol left in them.

"No. How much have you been drinking?"

"Heh. Ugh! Balkan, are you home?! Hehe."

Zirnier, obviously drunk, looked back at me, her face flushed from the heat of the workshop.

She's bouncy blonde with tanned skin and a slightly different tone than Idelbert's healthy pale brown skin.

Sweat beaded on her flat abs and she wore a blacksmith's trademark chest bandage.

Her face was flushed with alcohol and her eyes were slightly open.

It was hard to keep my eyes on any one of them so I sat down on a nearby anvil and asked.

"What the hell happened to you? What did you drink?"

"Ha ha. That bitch. Hmph."

Zernier drunkenly grinds her teeth.

"You mean the one who just left?"

"Yeah! That bitch! She's a dying bitch, with all her limbs, and she doesn't even realize how lucky she is to be alive-! Heh."

I can't believe Zirnier reacted so passionately.

'No, now that I think about it, she was always a bit of a fighter.'

At least she didn't use such harsh words in front of me but now, Zirnier was lying on the anvil, waving a bottle of wine in the air.

Given the woman's plain face and cheap air, I could only think that something must have happened.

Just as I was thinking about it, Zirnier burst, drunk as hell.

"That bitch! How dare she ask me to make her a crossbow and a dagger! Hmph!"

Zirnier hiccupped drunkenly, hugging the bottle tightly between her thighs.

"A crossbow? Not even a bow…My pride absolutely cannot tolerate that…"

"Huh."

As I feared, it wasn't for the wrong reasons.

Greatsword, axe, heavy armor—romantic artisan Zernier despised making mere spoon weapons.

***

Intert walked into an ordinary inn near the weapons shops.

Intert's face gradually changed back to its original state as he opened the door to the inn that had been soundproofed.

From a plain-looking woman, she became a tired-looking beauty with dark circles under her eyes.

Two more arms sprouted from her wing bones, revealing a total of four mechanical arms.

"Ma, I invited him to a party, like you said."

"Really?"

"Yes, I am! I can promise you on the honor of the Wind Spirit!"

"What did he say?"

"Yi, he said that he's already in a party!"

"…! Really?! Hehe. As expected of you, Master. You still remember our memories together."

Two more voices could be heard in the inn room besides Intert's.

"You're already trying to get personal."

Inert said to the woman who was poking and prodding the spirit in her hand.

The woman smirked, as if she were imagining something pleasant.

"No, a little later. First, we need to get our revenge in the outlaw district. Those Blues Clan bastards."

"Don't make too much of a fuss. Do everything in moderation."

"Oh. And you said you'd give me a month off if I cleared the 10th floor of the labyrinth. Why? Didn't you expect me to achieve it so soon? Hehe."

The woman smirked.

"I'm afraid of my unique talent too. How blessed is my master to have my body and mind on a leash with such talent?"

-Boom!

The woman pulled the leash taut around her neck.

Intert raised her eyebrows as she watched the woman tug on the leash, then lie down on the bed and reach between her thighs.

"You're crazy. Crazy bitch."

"Hmph. Think what you will..."

"Heeeeek! Let me go and tell me! Where are you taking me!!!"

"Aha."

Inside the tumultuous inn room, tugging at her leash, the woman, Denshi, remembering her master's large, strong hands, muttered quietly.

"A member of the original party will be with you soon, please wait a little longer, master…hehehe."

Just recalling the nostalgic face of the master, she hadn't seen in a long time, she was able to lightly climax.

Chapter 92: Balkan Unit 2 Production and Supply Plan (1)

"Ouch, my head..."

Zirnier, a half-dwarf, grunted and covered her head with her hands.

"I'm surprised you've gone through dozens of bottles of dwarven brew and ended up with just a slight headache. Here, have some water."

"Uhhhh, thanks... ughhhhh."

I handed Zirnier the cup of cold water that No. 3 had brought.

The heat of the furnace had turned it lukewarm in that brief moment, but Zirnier gulped it down as if it were life-giving.

Her lips were hidden by the invisibility mask from the 22nd-floor artifact, but she seemed more relaxed.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Thanks. Ugh."

Nos. 1, 2, and 3 rushed over and lifted Zirnier's upper body.

Sitting on the anvil, Zirnier looked up at me and opened her mouth.

"Woohoo. So, you did well in the labyrinth this time-you, you!"

Zirnier's eyes widened when she saw my face. Well, not my face, exactly, but my helmet.

-Boom!

As if her hangover had been blown away in one fell swoop, Zirnier jumped up from the anvil and grabbed my helmet by the ears with both arms.

Her fierce gaze traveled to the lower portion of the shattered helm.

Zirnier's uncharacteristic mask filled my eyes so I didn't see her roll her eyes.

I instinctively felt her eyes lingering on the skin of my left cheek, my lips, and my brow.

"Hmmm. Hmmm."

Zirnier held my head tightly for a moment, observing, then pulled away with an awkward cough.

"...Tough luck, you must have been dealing with a pretty tough one."

Instead of being angry at me for smashing her creation, Zirnier sounded concerned for me.

Still, the way she bobbed and weaved, it was clear that she was upset that her first creation had been smashed after rotting away in a fly shop for so long.

"Give me the helm. I'll have to reinforce it with some relic alloy or something so it won't break-"

I hastily interrupted Zirnier.

"I have a lot of equipment to repair right now. I don't have enough money for fancy materials like relic alloy."

My leather armor and axe needed work, too.

The money I have on hand now is two gold coins, about fifty silver coins, a Hobgoblin Soulstone worth one and a half gold coins and one gold coin for the commission, which has yet to be paid.

My total wealth is about 5 gold coins.

I've been saving up from my work at Diana's tavern and the money I get for every time I enter the Labyrinth.

'Even relics start at a minimum of gold. Relic alloys, no way.'

The helm was an important piece of armor, but I couldn't invest my entire fortune to repair a few tears.

"Forget it, I'm not going to take money for something with my name on it that's been smashed, I have craftsman's pride, and while I'll take money for other crappy weapons, this helmet is purely for my own satisfaction, so you don't have to pay me."

Zirnier pounded her fist against her chest, her voice full of confidence.

The bandaged nipple, which could fit in the palm of one hand, bounced and jiggled.

'As expected, her mindset is different.'

Is this the kind of craftsmanship I've only heard about? In this respect, I am purely in awe.

It was something that I needed to emulate if I wanted to live like a human being in the heartless, overcrowded Labyrinth City.

"Thank you!"

"Hmph. There's no such thing as gratitude. If you're so grateful, why don't you take me out for a drink later?"

-Sshhhhhhhhh.

Zirnier made an awkward gesture of flicking something thick, elongated, and hard out of thin air.

-Thrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And at the end, she gripped the underside of the long, hard thing tightly, tickling the bumpy head with five fingers.

"...Your hand movements..."

"...Ouch. Is this by human standards?"

Zirnier promptly dusted off her hands and made a gesture of tilting her glass.

Phew. What the hell.

The gesture was so slow and sluggish that I almost mistook it for a flirtatious hand gesture that said, "Would you like to quench your cravings with a cool drink?"

'Sure. Zirnier's a bit of a drunk.'

I could see how that could be misinterpreted.

'And the difference in drinking culture between dwarves and humans.'

I was a little confused, but I decided to assume that the last gesture was the uncorking of a bottle of soju.

"Since you're going out of your way to take care of me, I can do that for you anytime, as long as you come before the bar closes."

"Zee, are you serious, you promised me, you can't be mooching, you know?!"

Zirnier urged, her voice rising in excitement.

"Yes. Can you take a look at my other armor?"

"Sure. Let's see-"

-Boom!

-Boom! Boom!

The backpack opened, revealing a half-snapped axe and tattered leather armor.

Zirnier replied with a grimace, as if she were looking at a pile of food waste.

"It's all fucked up. Throw them away. They won't live."

The armor was condemned to death by a master craftsman but I begged her not to throw it away.

I silently bemoaned the thought of a wallet that would be thinner and lighter with more gear but I wasn't done yet.

"This one's a little tattered, too."

I gently placed Zirnier artifact axe on top of my armor. The handle was slightly cracked.

Zirnier's mood hardened slightly at the sight of the axe's condition.

"This one's broken, too? You shouldn't have made it past the tenth floor, and this one's broken?"

In disbelief, she asked me twice how it was broken.

"Oh. I was going to ask you something about that."

I dug through my backpack again. And then, clutching it tightly in my hand, I pulled out the Abomination Soulstone. No, the Soulstone of [Gluttony].

[...!!!]

I wondered what this thing was, and why it was howling as if it were alive.

'I thought Zirnier would know...'

"Crazy..."

Cursing, Zirnier lowered her hand in a daze.

The reaction was much faster and more violent than I expected.

Ting! Ting!

The relic alloy axe clattered to the floor, making a loud noise as the fluttering hand came closer and closer.

Then, Zirnier's face fell toward the soulstone.

"Holy, fucking shit, how did you get this!"

It was a thick double entendre.

Her voice was filled with glee, like a treasure hunter who has found a treasure.

***

Zirnier's mask faded, revealing a vague silhouette of a face.

The rest of her was unclear, but her glittering eyes were unmistakable.

"Some of the finest of the Labyrinth's beings," she said, "are not easy to find."

Within the blue jewel-like wall, the image of Gluttony soulstone was reflected.

"There's a small chance you'll die with your 'identity' contained in a soulstone, but that doesn't happen until the mid-twentieth floor."

Zirnier stared at the Gluttony Soulstone in front of her with dazed eyes.

Soulstones that monsters rarely drop when they die are rare but an even rarer one that contained something called an 'identity' was right in front of her.

"A soulstone with an identity?"

Zirnier was so excited that she even rubbed the soulstone against her cheek.

[–!!]

The Gluttony Soulstone trembled in fright.

For reference, Zirnier had been staring at the Gluttony Soulstone in a daze for half an hour.

"I wonder what kind of creature I'll get if I reforge this thing? Look at it. It's even wriggling. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yes. It's amazing, so stop rubbing it and give it to me now."

"..."

Zirnier glanced at me, then averted her eyes.

"...No."

"Wait. I have something to say."

Zirnier smiled awkwardly behind her blurred mask.

"Make a deal with me. I'll give you a fair price. Five hundred gold coins?"

"What?"

I was momentarily stunned by the vagueness of the number.

"Five hundred gold coins?" I thought to myself.

Suddenly, I realized the world was different.

Was that the economic sense of an artisan, one of the few in the Labyrinth City?

Or does it mean that the Gluttony Soulstone is worth the investment?

"It'll take me a while to raise the cash, all I can give you up front is three hundred gold coins, and more later-"

"No, no, wait, let's calm down and talk."

Even though I said this, I couldn't calm down easily.

"Is this really that expensive?"

"Yes. In my entire blacksmithing career, I've only seen material worth more than this six times, and that was when I was an apprentice and didn't even get a chance to hammer. Ah. Now that I think about it, I'm pissed again."

Zirnier gritted her teeth.

Her face was filled with desire to reforge this soulstone as an artisan.

"A soulstone with an identity hasn't been available for nearly a decade, and I don't know when I'll be able to get one again."

Zirnier swallowed nervously.

"So. Sell it to me."

I pondered his offer.

With that kind of money, why would I hesitate, I thought.

First, a fact check.

'I am the owner of the Gluttony Soulstone.'

I didn't steal it from Joy Hog's party.

We'd talked about the settlement on the way out of the Labyrinth.

They all acknowledged my revolutionary work in eradicating gluttony, and since neither they nor I knew the Soulstone's true value at the time, they nodded readily.

"But," I said, "how would the story change if it were 500 gold coins?"

The units of money being traded were different.

I trust their party to a certain extent, but only for transactions of 20 gold coins or less.

No matter how friendly they are, they are explorers entering a dangerous labyrinth for riches.

The brief memories of a few months of life and death are naturally clouded by the prospect of having enough money to spend the rest of my life debauching and eating like a true noble.

Even if I don't go around bragging about the deal, those who smell money will hear about it somewhere and come looking.

I was fucking hesitant. I wondered if I was making the right decision. My heart fluttered in the face of the staggering amount of money.

'Okay. Let's think of it as money that never existed and think about it calmly.'

I imagine the ideal situation.

I win, Zirnier is satisfied, and the rest of the party can nod in agreement.

Zirnier has been honest with me about the value of the Gluttony Soulstone and has offered me a fair trade.

'She could have cheated me enough, but she didn't.'

It was a sign that she didn't intend to end the relationship with a single transaction.

Dealing with her, the best craftsman in the Labyrinth City, had to be viewed in the long term.

'As long as you're an explorer, there will come a time when you'll need better armor.'

Even Zirnier coveted such a material. It's practically an end-of-the-line item.

If I rush to sell it now, it's likely to fetch more than 500 gold coins, with a premium for having been crafted by Zirnier.

'I'll change it someday, but doing it now is much cheaper and will improve my specs.'

Goodbye. 500 gold coins.

Farewell. Life like an aristocrat.

What I give up now, will be the springboard for my inexorable growth.

"Ms. Zernier."

Beyond the blurry mask, a blue wall of light turned to me.

"You wish to reforge this soulstone, don't you?"

"Uh. If you let me wield the hammer on that soulstone, I promise to give you my full support."

Hearing her sincere words, I made a judgment.

"I won't sell the soul stone."

"...!!!"

Zirnier's eyes widened in horror but the corners of her eyes twitched at the next words.

"Instead..."

Sigh.

I grabbed her calloused hand, made of countless hammers, and shed a brilliant light on the Gluttony Soulstone she clutched in her hand.

[-!! -!!!!]

Her eyes flicked to the Gluttony Soulstone struggling wildly in her grasp, then locked with mine again.

"With this, I want you to make something for me."

"..."

Zirnier closed her mouth for a moment.

The corners of her mouth quivering, trying to swallow the cheer that threatened to burst forth but only for a moment.

"...What kind?"

The look of fear was transmitted all the way here, as if they were saying, "Please, not a crossbow, please, not an inefficient, chewy weapon."

I smirked at Zernier.

"As you wish, Ms. Zernier."

When a top chef has the best ingredients at his disposal and creates his favorite dish, the finished product will taste dozens of times better than the average dish.

'And her tough tastes and mine are very similar.'

The dish she prepares with all her heart will most likely be the weapon I desire.

"Balkan, you bastard, you romantic!!! Thank you so much!!!"

Zirnier was excited and hugged me tightly as she jumped up and down.

Before I could even feel the bandage against my chest, she spoke.

"I'm going to give you the best baby of my life!"

"Ew."

I was stunned by the sudden declaration of pregnancy.

"You mean you're going to make me a weapon... right...?"

Zirnier heard my trembling voice.

"Hmph!"

But she just chuckled.

Chapter 93: Balkan Unit 2 Production and Supply Plan (2)

"Hmph. Alright, we're going to have to prepare a lot if we want to reforge this."

Nos. 1, 2, and 3 grabbed each other by the fingertips and arm tips, and wrapped their arms around the soulstone.

The soulstone quivered like a beleaguered prisoner.

"The base is, of course, a relic alloy, and it will either strengthen its appearance as a weapon or highlight its identity's abilities… Hehe!"

Zirnier smirked and looked at the soulstone that contained Gluttony identity.

She seemed to be contemplating how to reforge the weapon.

"I don't know much about it, so I'll trust you to do a good job."

"You're in good hands. I'll make it into a very tough kid. Oh, right."

Zirnier opened her mouth with a nonchalant expression.

"Before you go, I need your saliva."

"What?"

My mind went blank for a moment.

What kind of crazy thing is this?

Tadadak!

No. 1 pulled a clear beaker out of nowhere.

"You seem to be working with some kind of unusual holy power. That's a good blessing. That kind of holy power should be useful for controlling this guy."

At Zirnier's words, the Gluttony Soulstone held by Nos. 2 and 3 twitched.

"What does that have to do with my saliva?"

"With that much divine power, your bodily fluids must have some divine power in them as well, so if I inject a little bit of your saliva with divine power while refining this beast, I can turn it into a weapon of your choosing."

[—–]

Gluttony's soulstone shuddered at the news of his dire future.

Against his will, his body is manipulated to my liking, making him unable to live without obeying my commands.

"That's really nice, isn't it?"

"Isn't it? Hmph."

I couldn't help but laugh at Zirnier's brilliant idea.

We looked at each other and giggled like evil Mad Scientists.

[–!!!!]

The Gluttony Soulstone looked at us and shuddered.

It looked like it was about to burst into tears at any moment.

'Why did you do that to me.'

If only you had behaved yourself, you wouldn't be like this.

'It is your destiny. Serve me as much as you have tormented me.'

I took the beaker that No. 1 handed me.

"Can I spit in here?"

"Uh. As much as you can. Oh, and here's some liquor...no, I'll give you some water."

No. 2 reached for the beaker of dwarven liquor and handed me a bottle of water.

I downed the water in one gulp and collected the saliva from my mouth.

-Uh-oh.

Zirnier was glaring in my direction.

'It's embarrassing if you stare at me like that.'

I felt pretty embarrassed to do this to her face, so I turned around and spat into the beaker.

"Now hand it over to number three."

"Okay."

He took the beaker with the slightly warmed bottom, rushed over and handed it to Zirnier.

"Hmm..."

Zirnier looked at the beaker with a puzzled expression, then grabbed the beaker by the tip and shook it gently.

"Oh."

Clink-clink-clink.

"Wah..."

The sticky fluid sloshed around in the beaker like a fine spirit.

"Well, don't shake it too much while admiring it, it's gross."

"Oops. Mmm, sorry. Hmm. I didn't realize..."

Zirnier blushed momentarily in embarrassment, but quickly covered her face with her mask.

The blue walls that were vaguely visible were once again hidden behind a flat mask.

'Come to think of it, Zirnier also covers her face.'

I wonder what her story is.

On reflection, it was not something I would say to someone who wore a helmet, so I dismissed the thought.

"Nr. #1 and #2. Get me a suitable helmet and leather armor from that corner."

The mechanical arms snapped to life at Zirnier's words.

Zirnier inspected the armor they brought, then handed it to me.

"I made this armor a long time ago, and you won't find anything like it on the market. It should be good enough for at least the 12th floor."

I took the armor dumbfounded and examined it.

An armored helm for maximum defense., leather armor that was light, yet sturdy, and shaped to wrap around my shoulders.

It was not made of relic alloy, judging by the lack of glow, but the workmanship and detailing was superb.

'Five gold coins, my entire fortune, and I can't buy this armor.'

It was an armor of such high quality that even explorers at the top of the lower ranks, or even at the beginning of the middle ranks, could not easily afford it.

"I can't buy this. I don't have much money."

"Just use it. You've already paid."

Zirnier smirked and gently stroked Gluttony soulstone.

The soulstone whimpered in terror.

"You've paid enough, just by giving me the chance to reforge this thing."

It was not a favor without reason but a price for the opportunity I offered.

It would be rude not to accept since it was also a much-needed piece of armor, which made me feel all the more relieved to receive it.

"Thank you. I'll put it to good use."

"Yes. Swap your helm for it, and leave the broken one behind. It'll be a while before I can repair it, and my hands are itching to get this thing forged."

Zirnier showed me her artisan hands, forged by quenching and hammering.

Her hands, covered in burns and calluses, trembled with excitement.

"So when can I expect it to be done?"

"Umm… a month if it's done quickly, maybe longer if he resists too much."

[–!!]

The Gluttony Soulstone growled.

Zirnier dipped her index finger into my saliva in the beaker and poked the soulstone.

[Vrrrrrr]

The gluttony soulstone dropped to the floor with a shudder, as if it had lost its strength.

"Hmm. Judging by the effect, a month should be enough."

For a moment, Zirnier's eyes seemed to stare at her spit-stained index finger, but she quickly looked away and grabbed the soulstone.

"Whatever. By the way..."

A hesitant-looking Zirnier glanced at my helmet and said.

"In order to repair the helm, I'm going to need to get some more facial samples... Oh, no, it's not like I have some kind of secret desire to touch a man's face or something, huh? It's for the helm repair, you know what I mean!"

I nodded, smiling bitterly at her desperation.

'Well, she already touched me twice, so I guess it doesn't matter.'

"Yeah. Please touch it quickly."

"...!"

It's better to get this over with quickly.

I casually sat down on the chair No. 1 handed me, turned around, and removed my helmet.

Behind me, I could hear Zirnier's excited breathing.

"...Well, then...Haah...I'll start now..."

I nodded slightly without looking at her face, and Zirnier, noticing the movement behind me, immediately raised her hand to my face.

"Mmph-"

And then it was mercifully squeezed.

***

As I was coming up from the underground workshop, I felt the heat of Zirnier's face that had turned red from being rubbed so much, and the coolness of the helmet covering that face at the same time.

"I'm sorry, but as of this time, Zirnier's Weapons Shop is closed for a month, please understand!"

I heard the urgent voice of a staff member.

'She already told them.'

Zirnier had said that she was closing for a month to focus on forging the gluttony soulstone.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've been waiting for months to ask Zirnier to make me a weapon!"

"Mmmm!!! Isn't this too much, even for a master craftsman?!"

"That, Master. But if you go somewhere else, the level is the same. In the end, if you want to receive the best weapon, you have to be here..."

"Mmph, I can't help it!!! I'll leave this time!"

"That's weird by the way, there was definitely a guy in here earlier... hmmm... maybe?"

Balkan sat on the steps for a moment, waiting.

The atmosphere was not conducive to walking out into the crowd of grumbling, complaining, and suspicion.

After the crowd had mostly dissipated, he exited the Zirnier Weapons Shop.

I walked through the streets as the sun began to set and arrived at Diana's inn.

"Balkan, are you here?"

He opened the door and was greeted by Diana, who was preparing to close for the evening.

Balkan felt a warm glow in his heart at the sight of her smile.

"You changed your helmet?"

"Yep. It's a little late, isn't it? I'll be ready for dinner in a minute."

"Hoo-hoo. Take your time. I've cleaned your room, you can use it now."

Balkan listened to Diana and went upstairs to his room.

He went up to his room to change his sweat-soaked clothes from the fight with Idelbert and opened the door without much thought.

Huh?

"...?!"

Immediately, the damp, humid female pheromone penetrated his nasal passages and spread to his brain in a hazy manner.

-Throbbing.

His cock reacted to the sudden onslaught of pheromones.

The seductive pheromones he'd been inhaling incessantly for the past two days, the complex female odor that could only come from a virgin.

The ventilation was obviously done, and the entire room was filled with her scent.

'Diana's brief stay in the room to clean it had much destructive power...?'

Balkan couldn't help but think so, unaware that Diana had been masturbating in his room all day during the few days he'd been away in the Labyrinth.

He had no way of knowing that Diana had been sweating feverishly to remove the markings of her female pheromones from his room, and in doing so, had once again left the room with a rich female scent.

Short of ripping out all the wood in the room, there was no way to completely remove Diana's scent from this room now.

"...Whoops."

Balkan held his breath and entered the room. He opened the window for ventilation and hurried out of the room.

Changing clothes in there? Impossible.

Any more than twenty seconds of exposure in there would surely make his cock unbearable, possessed by Diana's female pheromones.

'I'm afraid to be exposed to these pheromones....'

Even entering the room took as much patience and determination as probing the core of Chernobyl.

I shook my head and went back down to the bar.

"What? You haven't changed?"

I chuckled at the innocent look on Diana's face as she shook her head.

'I didn't change because of someone.'

"Yeah. I don't have anything else to wear, so this is the best I have."

The casual remark caused Diana to carefully examine Balkan from head to toe.

"Well, Ellie's graduation is coming up soon, so it might be a good idea to get a suit."

"A suit for graduation?"

"Uh-huh. Graduations at the Academy are a bit fancy."

Diana laughed softly, as if reminiscing.

Apparently, the Academy had many students of noble status.

'The dress code is also different from a normal graduation.'

After chatting with Diana for a while, I prepared for the evening's business.

It was time to return to the inn work.

The inn was quickly filled with customers.

"Hehehe! Five more beers here!"

"Sister Dracie. How can you run like that already?"

"Life sucks, I can't sleep when I don't drink!"

From the drunken human guests.

"There seems to be a strange smell coming from somewhere in the inn...?"

"I was just sensing it myself. Somewhere in this inn right now, there's a woman who's been marinated in tons of semen, and a man who's been pumped full of specialty semen. The cum has been aging for so long that the odor doesn't dissipate easily."

"Oh my god. How can there be a man who cums this much?"

"Oh, there are so many people, I can't identify the smell! I want to smell the semen!"

As soon as they entered the inn, it was bustling with guests sniffing the air.

Balkan nonchalantly took their orders, served them beer, and carried Diana's delicious dishes.

"Sniff. What?"

"I'm not sure!"

"That one. Isn't he the disciple of the Union Leader? Why is he serving in a place like this?"

As he approached, the beastwoman patrons scratched their heads, but none of them could come up with a convincing answer.

Explorers new to Diana's tavern would scratch their heads as they watched Balkan skillfully work the bar.

"Balkan, we're here!"

Just then, members of Joy Hog's party entered the inn.

"Uh-oh! You guys are here! Wait!"

Balkan greeted them and ushered them in to pay their bill and join him for a drink.

He seated them at the only available table and was about to take their orders.

"What?! This, this unclean smell!"

Priest Hitolis, a cat who had been cursed on this trip to the Labyrinth, snorted in alarm.

"What, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't smell anything."

Dwarven warrior Joy Hog and harpy mage Lammel could only shake their heads.

The rest of the party was confused.

"Sniff. Holy shit."

Jubeel, the cowgirl, recognized the smell immediately.

-Sniff!

Thick breast milk gushed out of Jubeel udder, drenching the table and splattering the party members' clothes.

Jubeel, who had been listening to Joy Hog and Lammel, looked at Balkan and gave him a thumbs up.

"Mmmm. Smell is good."

Balkan muttered blankly, forgetting to respond to the sex joke.

"...Crazy, crazy bitch..."

"Hahaha! Thank you for the compliment! I haven't even had a drink yet, but I feel tipsy! Here, a beer!!!"

The night was drawing to a close in the bustling Labyrinth City.