Chapter 352 The Guild Receptionist ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Um, if you have luggage, you can put it over there. You aren’t… too tired from work, are you?” I asked.
”Hehe, you’ve always talked to me with such formal concern, Kento. Even though I’m fairly certain I’m actually the younger one here,” Marm replied with a giggle.
”I don’t know about that. Haven’t you always been this way too, Marm?”
”Well, that’s because you were just so adorable back then,” she said.
It was the night of the day I’d visited the Adventurers Guild. I had invited the receptionist, Marm, to undergo the “Third Exam¹.” It was officially known as the “Field Practicum,” but if you wanted to be blunt, it was a “Pillow Exam.” Actually, that sounds a bit too scandalous even for me.
”As a man, hearing it put that way doesn’t exactly make me swell with pride,” I muttered.
”Mmm, I meant it as a compliment, you know? You’re just so… refreshing. You’re nothing like those jaded, cynical veterans or those aggressive rookies. It’s a nice change of pace,” Marm said.
As she spoke, she reached up to undo her hair tie, letting her vibrant red locks cascade down her back. She began to shed her professional defenses – the dainty necklace, the bracelet on her wrist – removing them one by one until she looked light and unburdened. The sight of her exposed, sun-kissed neck was a quiet provocation.
Seeing Marm out of her guild uniform was a first, but seeing her this vulnerable made my pulse race. Then again, she’d been just as defenseless when she tried to seduce me back when Project Harvest first kicked off.
”Also… you remind me a little of my father. Not in terms of skill, of course – you’re on a completely different level,” Marm added.
”Your father was…”
”Oh, I’m sure I mentioned it in the paperwork you saw.”
”Right, I remember now,” I said.
Parents: deceased. Former adventurer. I recalled the notes now. I hadn’t felt it was my place to pry during the formal interview, so the details remained a mystery to me.
”A lot of guild staff are either retired adventurers or their families. I was the same – the guild took me in when I had nowhere else to go,” she explained.
She spoke of it as if it were a common, everyday tale, sitting down on the edge of the bed. When I took a seat beside her, she slid closer, her warmth pressing against me.
”So, what is it I’m supposed to do? Take some medicine? An experiment on my magic circuits? Or…?”
She tilted her head, looking up at me through her lashes with a playful, coquettish air. It was a new side of her. She was radiating a raw, womanly charm. It wasn’t that the others lacked it – it was just that Her Majesty and Sera had always felt so maidenly. But then again…
”Your ears are turning bright red, you know,” she teased.
”Isn’t it common courtesy to stay quiet about things like that?” I replied.
Marm pouted, covering her ears with her hands. It was a futile gesture; her entire face was flushed crimson by now. I reached out, cupping her cheek and gently pinching the ear hidden beneath her fingers. She let her hands fall, resigning herself to my touch. When I kneaded the soft lobe, her shoulders gave a tiny, involuntary shiver.
”Um… the bath…” Marm whispered.
”You already took one, didn’t you?”
”Can you tell?”
”No, I just had a feeling,” I said.
She knit her brows and glared at me with moist, lingering eyes. When those plump, glistening lips are practically being offered to you, there’s only one thing a man can do.
I stole a quiet kiss, then pressed my lips to hers again. She tried to maintain her “annoyed” facade, but the moment I took her by the shoulders, she melted into me, surrendering completely. I pulled her into my arms, feeling how perfectly her body fit against mine as I stroked her back. As I went to slide my tongue past her lips, hers met mine halfway – a tentative, searching greeting.
We shared a soft laugh and a playful exchange of shallow licks. But before I could make the next move, she took the initiative, her tongue entwining with mine with sudden intensity. I welcomed her in, my hands tracing the curves of her back. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she looped her arms around my neck, her fingers running through the hair at the back of my head. It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated passion.
”So… do you think I’ve earned a passing grade?” Marm asked.
She gave her lips a final, lingering lick. Her face was flushed, and she was clearly trying to maintain a sultry, composed expression. For a second, I almost asked what she was talking about, but I caught on just in time.
”While this is technically the ‘Third Exam,’ honestly, you passed the moment you agreed to come here,” I said.
”Really?”
”I mean, if I did all this and still failed you, what kind of scumbag would that make me?”
”True… I’ve heard plenty of stories about girls being ‘taken in’ by you, but I’ve never heard of one being ‘thrown out,’” she said.
”I’m more worried about you, Marm – worried you’ll get snatched up by some actually bad man.” I ignored the blatant hypocrisy of my own words and kissed her forehead. She glared at me again with those watery eyes, muttering that I was the real problem, but I couldn’t really argue. I decided to change the subject.
”I should probably explain the actual work, but Marm… you mentioned you’ve used our products before, right?”
”I have,” she admitted.
Accepting the change of pace, she stood up and walked over to the bag she’d brought with her. She reached inside and pulled out our shop’s bestseller – the legendary “Tremble-Ddo-Buddy².”
”That’s…”
”The one you gave me a while back,” she said.
I vaguely recalled the occasion. She sat back down beside me and held the device out. Somehow, this particular unit had the worn, dignified aura of a veteran warrior.
”This is ‘Kento-kun’,” she whispered.
”Eh?”
”My ‘Kento-kun’.”
I remembered now. There was a trend among our younger female customers to give their devices names. I hadn’t heard much about it lately, but clearly, the culture was alive and well. If I remembered correctly, I’d given her that device about a year and a half ago. If she’d been using it under my name all this time…
”May I ask about the… frequency of use?”
”After I first got it, I think I spent about a week just staring at it, agonizing over what to do,” she said.
”I see.”
”But throwing it away felt wrong, and giving it back was too embarrassing…”
”So you used it… no, you’re still using it?”
Marm went quiet, refusing to meet my eyes as she gave a tiny, slow nod. Well now. I was going to need the full details. Purely from a professional standpoint, of course – getting feedback from a customer who had used a product this thoroughly was a rare opportunity.
”I see… and how many times a week do we use it?” I asked.
”Eh? Um… maybe two or three?”
”And the truth?”
”Ugh… five times,” she confessed.
”Hmm?”
”It’s the truth! I swear! On work days, sometimes I’m too tired! But on my days off, I might go a few rounds, so if you average it out…”
I began “interrogating” her, clicking the power switch of the device on and off. Compared to a factory-new unit, the stopper felt a little loose. I confirmed the vibrations were still strong, then pressed the tip against her thigh.
”Then, what’s the record? The most you’ve done in a day?”
”Nn! Um… when I do it every day, it’s… probably seven or more,” she moaned.
”Specifically?”
”Ten! Ugh, that’s enough! Stop teasing me!”
I traced the device from her thigh to her shoulder, down the curve of her collarbone, and through the valley of her cleavage to her stomach. When I pressed it against her lower abdomen, she snatched the device away and hugged it tightly to her chest.
Honestly, there was no need to be ashamed of ten times. My previous surveys had shown much higher outliers. Regardless, the sight of her protectively clutching the thing to her chest was incredibly interesting.
”Thank you for the invaluable data. It’s rare to hear exactly how my creations are being utilized,” I said.
”Well, as long as I could be of help,” she replied.
”On that note, if you’re willing…” I reached for a bottle of aphrodisiac I’d prepared on the nightstand. She flinched – did she recognize the bottle?
”Would you mind letting me observe the… actual method of use?”
Marm spent a long moment hugging the vibrating device to her chest, her body trembling slightly. Finally, she gave me a small, shy nod.
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Summary:
Kento invites the guild receptionist, Marm, to his room for what he euphemistically calls a ‘Third Exam.’ After a passionate intimate encounter, Kento discovers that Marm has been using a toy he gave her over a year ago, which she has sentimentalized by naming it ‘Kento-kun.’ The chapter ends with Kento asking her to demonstrate her usage of the device using an aphrodisiac.
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Trivia:
- Marm’s backstory involving the guild taking her in after her adventurer father died.
- The term ‘Project Harvest’ refers to a previous event in the story.
- Naming adult toys after the protagonist is a recurring subculture theme in this world’s female demographic.
- Marm has been keeping and using the specific toy Kento gave her for a year and a half.
- Marm is actually younger than Kento despite her mature ‘receptionist’ vibe
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Character Insight:
Marm reveals a deeply sentimental and slightly obsessive side by naming her toy after Kento and using it almost daily. Kento displays his ‘mad scientist’ or ‘craftsman’ persona by viewing her intimate habits as ‘valuable data.’
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Behind the Scenes:
The naming of toys is a trope often found in ‘TL’ (Teen’s Love) or adult-oriented web novels to emphasize the heroine’s devotion.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Kento – The owner of the magic tool shop ‘Harvest,’ which discretely sells adult goods. He’s a former overworked, ordinary salaryman from modern Japan who was suddenly transported (isekai’d) to this fantasy world. He has dark hair and an unremarkable appearance, typically wearing a plain, slightly suspicious-looking shop owner’s clothes looks like Kazuma Satou from certain series. He has a minimal amount of magic power, enough to craft his specialty items.
• Marm – The attractive, red-haired, tanned receptionist at the Adventurer’s Guild. She wears a uniform that emphasizes her ‘nice body.’ She is kind and acts like a supportive ‘big sister’ figure to Kento. Looks like Mirajane Strauss from certain series.
• Sera – A young, earnest salesperson from the Tasogare Merchant Guild, Kento’s supplier. She is characterized by her braided brown hair, large round glasses, and freckles. She’s serious about her job and easily flustered, especially by Kento’s adult goods business. Looks like Onodera from certain series.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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