Volume 9 Chapter 3 The Unattainable Flower
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
’Aya’: A serious Transferee girl. An Alchemist. Flat-chested.
’Regina’: A voluptuous, seductive prostitute. A bit self-conscious about her age.
’Grete’: A Human Adventurer. A cheerful mood-maker.
’Nora’: A gentle-type prostitute. Contrary to her appearance, her technical skills are elite.
’Rita’: A competitive prostitute. Undefeated by anyone except Daisuke.
’Clarissa’: A librarian. A candidate for Daisuke’s lover.
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On my way from Aya’s shop to the brothel “Daydream (BSS)” where Regina-san was waiting, Grete called out to me.
”It’s been a while, Daisuke-san! ♪”
”Long time no see,” I replied. “You had something you wanted to talk about, right? Sorry for being so scarce lately.”
”It’s fine! I wasn’t in a rush! ♪” Grete said, her voice bright.
Grete is a D-rank Adventurer from the party “Wyvern Slayers,” known for being a flighty mood-maker. We’d met back when I saved her from a swarm of Ant-types on the Fifth Floor.
Her distinctive, bright orange short hair swayed with a silky shimmer. She’d mentioned having something to discuss before the Designated Request¹, but our timing had been off, and we hadn’t crossed paths for some time.
”Daisuke-san, you were away on that Designated Request, weren’t you?”
”That’s right.”
”I heard you worked really hard on the monster subjugation. Great job! ♪”
”Thanks,” I said.
That “virgin disposition” etched into my very soul is hard to shake; whenever a girl talks to me with such a beaming smile, I can’t help but think she has feelings for me. (What a little devil…)
”Are you busy today?” she asked.
”Yeah… actually, I have an appointment to meet someone now.”
”Oh, I see. That’s a shame.”
I was headed to a brothel, but the “appointment” with Regina-san was technically the truth. Grete looked incredibly cute as she kept her smile while turning the corners of her eyes down dejectedly. Since her age is roughly equivalent to a middle or high schooler, she feels a bit like a niece to me. Or physically, maybe a cousin or a childhood friend? (If I had a childhood friend like this, I’d absolutely fall for her. I’m certain of it.)
”So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked.
”Hmm, it’s a bit hard to say here.”
”I get it. In that case, I’ll make proper time for you soon.”
”Thanks! ♪”
Grete, whose expressions shift like a kaleidoscope, gave me a delighted, toothy grin. We coordinated our schedules and decided to go out for a meal next week.
Initially, she had treated me as a thank-you for saving her, but since I hit C-Rank, our earnings are in completely different leagues. I intend to pick up the check this time.
(If I get to eat with a beautiful girl, I’ll gladly pay for the privilege. Wait… is this just “sugar dating”…?)
* * *
Regina-san and I enjoyed ourselves as much as ever. Her fluffy, soft breasts are a delight whether you’re kneading them or sucking on them. Of course, her actual sexual techniques are also superb, so I was thoroughly squeezed dry.
It seems the Rejuvenation Potion² have started appearing here and there on the market—or rather, the “Auction”—so I should be able to hand one over by next week. I’m looking forward to Regina-san’s reaction. If this doesn’t work, I’m officially out of options, so I really need this to go well.
On my way out, I ran into Nora, so I made a promise to spend tomorrow with her before heading home. Nora, who got into a high-spirited, clingy mood because of the reservation, was just as cute as ever.
She kissed me even though Regina-san was standing right there; Regina-san just laughed with a half-exasperated look. Since Sense Malice³ almost never reacts to Nora, she’s a natural man-slayer. As expected of the shop’s Number Two.
Apparently, there are some months where she overtakes Rita for the Number One spot. During the following month, the competitive, match-loving Rita supposedly gets incredibly fired up, which makes things quite intense. Rita and Nora are close friends, though, so it’s not like they actually fight.
* * *
The next day was Yellow Day—a rest day at our house. I spent the morning until lunch on a date with Gale’s Trio, and the afternoon was reserved for Clarissa-san. This was my third date with Clarissa-san, and the first half of our itinerary was leveling her up in the Dungeon. We planned to hit the eleventh floor, just like I did with Dietlinde-san.
”Sorry to keep you waiting,” Clarissa said.
”Not at all. You look lovely today as well, Clarissa-san.”
”Thank you. ♡”
Clarissa-san’s outfit was functional, yet it didn’t sacrifice cuteness. (Then again, anything Clarissa-san wears would look cute on her.)
”Well, shall we head out?”
”Yes, please,” she replied.
I had Clarissa-san throw on a robe as well. She likely doesn’t have many acquaintances among Adventurers, but it was a “just in case” precaution. Like with Dietlinde-san, we’d start with warm-up exercises on the first floor. But first, a quick check of her Skills and Level.
”Clarissa-san, if you don’t mind, could you tell me your Level and combat Skills?”
”Yes, of course. I’m Level 2, and for combat, I can use Fire Magic and Water Magic.”
I’d assumed she either had no combat skills or just Water Magic like Dietlinde-san, but surprisingly, she had also learned Fire Magic. It depends on Class aptitude, but at Level 1, you can usually only learn one thing with Skill points, so she likely picked one up while using magic items. Her family is apparently a reasonably wealthy merchant house.
”Is your Skill Level around 4?”
”Yes. It’s Level 4, but since my MP is low, I can’t use it very often,” Clarissa said.
”Understood.”
The plan didn’t need much tweaking, but let’s start with Goblins to see how she fares. Ignoring the non-aggressive Crawlers, we proceeded to the second floor, where I bound a suitable Goblin.
”Clarissa-san, you don’t need to kill it, but try attacking it.”
”Okay… Mini Fire⁴!” she shouted.
A tiny fireball struck the Goblin, but as expected, it wasn’t enough to take it down. (That was more than enough for my purposes, though.)
”I’m sorry… as I thought, I’m just not strong enough…”
”No, no, there’s no problem at all,” I said. “You’ll be fine once your level goes up, and that’s what today is all about.”
”…Yes. Thank you very much,” she replied.
Now that I’d confirmed she could handle humanoid targets without hesitation, it was time for the main event. Since I’ve (probably) become closer with Clarissa-san than I am with Dietlinde-san, I decided to propose a Princess Carry. Even if she said no, I’d just give her a piggyback ride, so it was a win-win for me either way.
”Clarissa-san, we’re moving to the actual training spot. Is it all right if I carry you?”
”Um… yes. I’ll leave it to you, Daisuke-san.”
(Jackpot!) I felt a slight twinge of guilt, as if I were half-tricking her, but I figured the specific “way” I carried her fell within the scope of “leaving it to me.”
”Then, excuse me for a moment.”
”Eek! Um, this is—”
”If you dislike it, I’ll put you down,” I said. “Is this no good?”
”…It’s a bit embarrassing at my age, but I don’t dislike it,” she whispered.
”Then please, hold on tight.”
”Okay… ♡”
Clarissa-san seemed embarrassed, but she was fine with the Princess Carry itself. This was the result of all the Favorability I’d built up. As she wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me, I caught the scent of roses. It was likely the perfume I’d gifted her before.
”Then, off to the eleventh floor.”
”Yes. ♡ …Wait, what?” Clarissa stammered.
Clarissa-san isn’t well-versed in the world of Adventurers, but it seemed she knew enough to recognize that floor number. She was surprised, but our destination wasn’t changing regardless.
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”I’m sorry. I might have gone a bit too fast for you,” I said.
”No… I’m… fine…”
When I’d increased my speed, Clarissa-san had clung to me even tighter; she was so cute that I’d ended up pushing faster than planned. I got to enjoy her softness, and her being all tuckered out was cute too, but I definitely felt like I’d done something mean.
”Now then, as I said before, this is the eleventh floor. As long as you stay near me, you’ll be fine, but please don’t let your guard down.”
”Y-yes.”
I doubted Clarissa-san would do anything reckless, but we were in a Dungeon; a certain level of tension was required. Especially since Orcs are the sworn enemies of women; if anything happened, it would be irreversible.
”I’ll bind the Orcs, so please attack them just like you did before.”
”Understood,” she replied.
I’d had Dietlinde-san use a spear, but I decided to have Clarissa-san focus on magic. Thinking about it, spear skills wouldn’t be very useful for her life in the city anyway. As for her MP, I could just have her recover with potions. (From next time on, I think I’ll have her use a dagger. Even for a woman who isn’t an Adventurer, that should have some practical use.)
* * *
”Great work today, Clarissa-san,” I said.
”Thank you so much, Daisuke-san.”
We’d finished the planned number of subjugations and returned to the city. Her Level had risen to 8, just like Dietlinde-san’s. From now on, she should be able to handle a bit of manual labor without any trouble.
”Let’s get changed and go grab some dinner.”
”Yes!”
I walked Clarissa-san home and then sprinted back to my own place. I wanted to grab a quick shower. Clarissa-san would probably be fixing her makeup, so if I hurried, I could avoid making her wait. I greeted everyone lounging at home with hugs and kisses, then went back into a full sprint. Using Concealment⁵, I dashed across the rooftops of houses to avoid the crowded streets.
”Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said.
”Not at all. Though, I must say, that outfit looks even more wonderful on you.”
”Thank you. ♡ It suits you very well too, Daisuke-san! ♡” she replied.
After waiting for a few minutes in front of her house, Clarissa-san stepped out, dressed perfectly for a date.
(By the way, remember when I said “anything Clarissa-san wears would look cute”? I lied.) She was wearing a puff-sleeve blouse and a sexy trumpet skirt that accentuated her body lines.
Clarissa-san, looking every bit the “Beautiful Older Sister,” seemed to shimmer; her beauty was on a completely different level than it had been earlier.
”Let’s go. Here, take my hand.”
”Thank you. ♡ What a lovely carriage,” Clarissa said.
Just like that date with the Gale trio a while back, I’d booked a reasonably high-end restaurant. It wasn’t overly stiff, but there was a dress code, and Clarissa-san’s outfit made it a bit difficult to walk. The carriage was for her sake.
The food at the restaurant was as delicious as the price tag suggested. We were seated on the third floor in a couple’s seat with a view of the night sky. The calm, luxurious atmosphere of the shop suited the glamorous Clarissa-san perfectly. She was being humble, but she was more than beautiful enough to belong there.
Our conversation centered mostly on the leveling up in the Dungeon.
She mentioned she’d almost never left the Royal Capital, and this was her first time subjugating monsters stronger than Goblins.
Even so, she’d been able to kill them without any aversion; the women of this world are truly resilient.
She was delighted that, with her increased Level, she’d be able to use Fire and Water Magic more frequently in her daily life.
(For an ordinary commoner who can’t use magic, drawing water from a well and lighting firewood with flint is the norm, so her burden would be significantly lightened. Up until now, she’d always lacked the MP to rely entirely on magic.)
The topic of the Rejuvenation Potion had apparently made the rounds in Clarissa-san’s social circles as well; she didn’t say it out loud, but she looked envious.
(I haven’t reached the point where I can give one to Regina-san yet, so maybe I’ll give Clarissa-san one after her. But then again, if I “find” too many of those things, it’s going to look suspicious…)
”Daisuke-san, thank you for everything today.”
”No, I’m just happy you enjoyed yourself, Clarissa-san,” I replied.
As the meal wound down, the atmosphere became calm and intimate. (Alright. This is it. Time to ask Clarissa-san to officially go out with me. But first, I’ll start with a “jab”—a present.)
”Clarissa-san, I wanted to give you something to remember today by. Would you accept it?”
”Oh? What is it?”
”This,” I said, holding out the gift.
”Is this… a brooch?”
”That’s right. Just touch it here and let your mana flow into it.”
”Like this?” Clarissa-san asked.
”Perfect. Here, let me put it on for you,” I replied.
I focused all my willpower on my hands, moving carefully to pin the brooch without brushing against the soft curve of Clarissa-san’s chest.
I knew that one clumsy move—anything that felt like I was overstepping—would shatter the mood instantly. It was a brooch-style magic tool, a practical choice.
Since Clarissa-san wasn’t an adventurer, she didn’t need a clunky pendant. I had designed it based on a sketch from Nanami, a delicate rose.
It suited her perfectly; after all, roses were the only flower that truly matched her elegance.
The brooch was a powerhouse: user-restricted with Danger Sense⁶, long-range communication, and MP Recovery Speed Increase⁷.
I had even synced the danger sensor to my own device. If she ever tripped an alarm, I’d know instantly. It was far superior to the primitive tools the Hero’s Party knights used, which were limited by their low skill levels. When I explained the specs, Clarissa-san looked overwhelmed.
”I can’t accept this. It’s far too valuable,” she said, her voice wavering.
”Don’t give it a second thought. It’s just something I turned up in a dungeon; I find stuff like this all the time. Besides, it’s already keyed to you. If you don’t take it, it’s just a paperweight,” I said.
”Oh, Daisuke-san. You’re terrible, tricking me into accepting it like that.”
”I’m sorry. Is it really that much of a bother?”
”No… I’m actually very happy,” she whispered.
”I’m glad. It looks beautiful on you,” I said.
Clarissa-san gave me a sultry smile that sent a spark through the air. It baffled me that in this world, a woman like her was considered a ‘leftover.’ It was a harsh reality. Back in my previous life, I had always been a bit skeptical of the whole ‘mature beauty’ obsession, but looking at her now, I realized I finally got the appeal.
But I had to stay focused. It was time to get serious.
”Clarissa-san, do you remember when I told you that you were a wonderful woman?”
”Of course. It was more than I deserved, but I understood that you meant it.”
”And when I told you that I liked you?”
”That too… yes. It meant a lot to me,” Clarissa-san replied.
The air in the room shifted, growing heavy with expectation. Clarissa-san’s expression turned solemn. I felt the tension, but things had been going so well lately that I figured I had a seventy-percent shot.
”My feelings haven’t changed since then. If anything, I’ve only fallen harder for you every time we meet. Clarissa-san, will you be mine?”
Clarissa-san fell silent.
(Wait, is this a ‘no’?)
I wondered, my stomach dropping. I had braced myself for hesitation or a conflicted look, but the total silence was deafening. The warmth we had shared just moments ago vanished, replaced by an agonizing weight. I had no choice but to wait for her to speak.
Then, a muffled sob broke the quiet. “I’m sorry… hic…”
(Dammit. This is bad.)
The familiar sting of rejection from my previous life came flooding back—the trauma of being told there was someone else. I supposed Clarissa-san really was out of my league.
No matter how much I leveled up or how many years passed, getting dumped still felt like a punch to the gut. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink back the disappointment.
I refused to be the kind of guy who took a rejection poorly, though. That was for kids. I’d be a gentleman until the very end. I offered her my handkerchief, my voice soft.
”I’m sorry for putting you on the spot. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
”No, that’s not it! It’s not a bother at all!” Clarissa-san cried.
”It’s not?”
”No. I’m just… I’m so happy… and I feel so guilty,” she replied.
I was floored. It was confusing, but it didn’t sound like a rejection. I understood the ‘happy’ part, but why the guilt?
”I’ve wanted to say it myself for so long… but I convinced myself I wasn’t good enough for you,” she sobbed.
”You? Not good enough for me? I think you’ve got that backwards,” I said.
”No. You’re a B-Rank adventurer with a brilliant future. Everyone says you’ll hit S-Rank. At that point, you’ll basically be nobility.”
Clarissa-san wasn’t wrong. A-Rankers were practically nobles, and S-Rankers were granted the same rights as the upper class—residency in the elite districts, tax exemptions, the works. A high-rank adventurer was a national treasure.
”But I’m just a commoner. I’m from a merchant family, but I have no inheritance, no money of my own. I have no status, I’m ‘too old,’ and then there’s my jinx—the Widow’s Touch⁸. Anyone I get close to is ruined. I’m not a match for you at all.”
In my previous life, she would have been a queen, but here, her insecurities ran deep. I had never realized how much she was hurting under that perfect smile.
”I could feel how you felt, but I was so scared. I thought maybe we were just friends, or that you’d run away the moment you heard about my curse,” she said.
”That’s crazy. There’s no way,” I replied.
(You don’t kiss ‘just friends,’ after all. Though ‘friends with benefits’ is a whole different conversation.)
”I didn’t realize you were carrying all that. I’m sorry,” I said.
”Don’t apologize. It was my own fear.”
”So… does that mean the answer is ‘yes’?”
”No… it doesn’t,” Clarissa-san replied.
”Wait, what!?”
”I want to be the one to say it. I’ve loved you for so long. Daisuke-san, please… let me be yours.”
”Of course,” I said, my relief washing over me.
I had really thought it was over when she started crying. In my old life, I would have walked away, convinced she was out of my league. I had let my own hesitation make her wait far too long.
”Then, let’s make it official with a kiss,” I whispered.
”Yes… please.”
I pulled her close. As she leaned in, her face was a beautiful blur of tears and joy. It was the most passionate kiss we had ever shared, and in that moment, she was absolutely breathtaking.
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Summary:
Daisuke encounters the adventurer Grete and arranges a future meeting before fulfilling a professional obligation with Regina and Nora. He later takes the librarian Clarissa to the eleventh floor of the dungeon for rapid leveling. The day concludes with an upscale dinner where Clarissa’s newfound combat efficiency becomes a point of joy
Daisuke gifts Clarissa an enchanted rose brooch while grappling with his feelings. Clarissa breaks down into tears, confessing her deep-seated insecurities regarding her age and a perceived curse of ruin. Their mutual confession culminates in a passionate kiss as they navigate their differing social standings
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Trivia:
- The acronym BSS in Daydream likely references a specific trope or district status
- Daisuke uses Concealment specifically to traverse rooftops and avoid public detection
- Commoners in this world rely heavily on flint and manual water collection due to low MP
- Nanami provided the rose sketch mentioned
- Daisuke compares Clarissa’s social standing to that of elementary schoolers in his frustration
- Reference to Knights of the Hero Party having inferior communication gear
- Daisuke considers Clarissa a ‘mature beauty’ equivalent to his previous life’s preference
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Character Insight:
Clarissa demonstrates a high level of trust and developing romantic interest by accepting a Princess Carry and wearing a gift of rose perfume.
Clarissa shifts from a friendly, composed merchant daughter to a vulnerable woman admitting she felt unworthy of Daisuke due to her ‘jinx.’ Daisuke moves past his past-life romantic trauma to finally bridge the gap between them.
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TL Notes:
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Aya – A slender, long‑haired, flat‑chested woman in simple, armor‑free attire, she is a serious alchemist apprentice training under a gnome master in a quiet back‑alley shop. Former pharmacist and Working Women/Leemans Party member who handles store‑location data, she appears in the protagonist’s delusions as his lover.
• Regina – Late‑twenties Onee‑san with blue‑purple hair, green eyes, marine‑blue thigh‑split dress, thigh‑high socks, and a large‑breasted, top‑tier figure. She runs Daydream (BSS), mentors Nora and Rita, is a respected senior Beastman and elite courtesan famed for her Masterpiece body. Insecure about her age, she’s targeted by the protagonist’s revenge and hopes to retire with Daisuke, offering a gentle, maternal smile.
• Grete – A D‑rank adventurer of the Wyvern Slayers, this cheerful human spearwoman sports bright orange short hair. As the party’s mood‑maker, she bonds with Daisuke after he rescued her on the Fifth Floor.
• Nora – Petite beast‑girl with long curled grey hair, drooping ears and a tail, known as “Number Two” at Tagtraum and Daydream. She works as a gentle‑type prostitute, offering deep‑throat oral services, arm‑in‑arm with Daisuke, playful yet serious, sharing beds and fights with the protagonist, luring clients with cute erotic charm that bypasses malice detection and drains them dry.
• Daisuke – Mid‑40s Japanese reincarnate with a youthful green‑god‑blessed face, short hair, lean build under 170 cm, in modest armor wielding a one‑handed sword and buckler. Gale Party leader, B‑Rank adventurer, high DEX, Sense Malice, Onanist class, alchemy & healing magic; hides dragon‑slaying feats. Mentors a polyamorous harem (Ines, Regina, Dietlinde, Cassandra, Rin, Meta, Camilla, Clarissa) while balancing dungeon quests, power‑leveling and tender post‑mission care.
• Rita – 175 cm tall, wolf‑type Beastman girl with dark brown hair, fluffy tail, pointed ears, athletic build, toned abs, massive stamina, long tongue and confident grin. Known as “Number One” of Daydream, she’s a competitive prostitute who dominates the brothel’s rankings and shares a close, competitive bond with Nora.
• Clarissa – Clarissa, a curvy, gentle librarian in the Royal Capital, has soft features, shoulder-length blonde hair, plump lips, and a sweet rose scent, standing ten centimeters shorter than Daisuke. Once a merchant’s daughter, she now offers quiet emotional comfort with bashful, girl-like smiles and “anytime hugs,” masking deep insecurities about her faded glamour and past drunken missteps. Her pillowy build and graceful presence make her a cherished, tender presence in Daisuke’s life—a candidate for his affection, skilled in geography, and yearning to be seen as more than just a relic of beauty.
• Dietlinde – Slender sheep-beastwoman with fluffy white curls, tiny spiraling horns, and subtle ears, wears crisp Adventurer’s Guild receptionist uniform and low heels in Maultasche Royal Capital. Cool-headed and professionally competent, she wields Water Magic and hides a surprising sweet tooth—recently charmed by Daisuke’s Fatigue Recovery Set and sweets, her stoic demeanor softens into quiet care, drawn to his recovery magic, calming scents, and gentle gestures, nurturing secret affection and dreams of cosmetics.
• Nanami – 165 cm slender high-school girl with short hair and modest chest armor, nicknamed “Mermaid” for her underwater prowess; reincarnated after a train terrorist attack, former swim-club member, now a stealth-class transferee in the all-female JK Party and member of ‘Yamato Nadeshiko.’ Playful, flirtatious, and highly inquisitive, she teases Hina, befriends peers for intel, and proudly analyzes Daisuke’s behavior—famously kissing him on the cheek. Rewards herself with sweets, slips into school life with cunning charm, and enjoys flaunting her own assets with mischievous confidence.
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