Chapter 169
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I decided to let Ms. Sakura stay at the mountain peak within the Dungeon. For now, I’d keep her company, and when the time came, she’d teleport me back to town.
Her room wasn’t an option—Martina and her group, or even the hardline faction that might already be here, could notice her presence. So, the teleportation destination was my room.
Sure, my place might draw some attention if I’m seen with her, but I could easily prove we weren’t together. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind a visit from the faction—let them come.
Well, scratch that. Getting tangled up in accusations of kidnapping or murder would be a hassle, so I’d rather they didn’t show up.
”Alright, just make sure no one at the base below spots you,” I said.
”Got it. If I use the light you lent me, I’ll keep it on the dimmest setting,” Ms. Sakura replied.
After going over a few more precautions, she popped a cherry tomato in her mouth and headed back to the Dungeon.
”Phew.”
Thud.
I flopped backward onto my bed, letting it absorb the impact.
…
Now, I just needed to make it clear to everyone that Ms. Sakura and I weren’t together. Acting normal around town should do the trick.
Then it hit me—I hadn’t reported back to Ms. Monoka since returning from Gavrett. Ms. Wendy had filled me in on the orphanage situation, so it wasn’t urgent, but with my immediate tasks settled, it was probably time to check in.
It was late, though. Between keeping Ms. Sakura company and everything else, the day had slipped away.
Creak.
The window swung open, letting in the clamor of the town—torchlight and lamps casting faint, indirect glows.
Alright, time to call it a night.
The past few days had been packed. Sure, there were fun moments, but the mental strain was real. It was earlier than my usual bedtime, but I decided to rest.
* * *
The next morning, I woke to the early dawn and rising warmth. After breakfast and getting ready, I headed out.
Visiting the orphanage now might disrupt their busy morning, so I opted to head to the Dungeon to gather magic stones and materials instead.
The plaza in front of the Dungeon was buzzing with activity, carts rattling along. I scanned the crowd for Seria, my go-to companion for the day. Her “Commercial Recovery” ability was a safety net for emergencies, but I also wanted to dig into any church-related intel she might have.
Martina’s group had been attacked far from town. If hired pursuers caught up to them there, the hardline faction was likely already on the move back then. They might have sent scouts ahead, meaning some could already be in town.
I figured I’d have to search for Seria, but her secrecy about “Commercial Recovery” made it easy—she was right there at the relief tent. Spotting me, she stepped out and approached.
”Good morning, Mr. Koji,” she said brightly.
”Morning. You free today?”
”Yes. Dungeon run?”
”Yeah, I want to stock up.”
”Understood. I’ll handle the arrangements.”
Once she knew it was a Dungeon trip, Seria headed straight to the church. She knew I wasn’t after gold but the magical power from magic stones—power that fueled my own “Commercial Recovery” needs. Sure, she probably felt indebted to me, but the practicality of it motivated her quick response.
After sorting out the Cleric dispatch paperwork, we entered the Dungeon and headed to the 3rd District to grind.
* * *
During a break, Seria glanced over. “Um, the person you were with yesterday…?”
”Hm? Oh, Ms. Sakura? She’s the manager at my apartment.”
”Oh, I see. What brought her to the church?”
”Well…”
I can’t mention Ms. Sakura might be a Saint until it’s confirmed.
Talking about her church visit could lead to questions about the Saint hunt, but asking about that without spilling her secret was tricky. If I wasn’t careful, it’d be like admitting she’s the Saint.
Seria would keep quiet if I asked, but there was still a risk of someone picking up on non-verbal cues. As I mulled over how to respond, she inched closer on all fours, her eyes curious.
Creep… creep…
”Could it be… are you, um, getting married?”
”Huh?”
Her question caught me off guard, and my voice came out flat.
In this world, like my previous one, people with means held ceremonies. Seria must’ve thought I had the resources and that marrying someone like Ms. Sakura wasn’t far-fetched.
”Nah, no plans for that,” I said firmly.
Seria let out a deep sigh. “Haaa… I see.”
”Why’d you think I’d marry Ms. Sakura? Iris or Arisa, maybe, but her?”
”If it was Iris or Arisa, you’d be joining a noble family, right? And you don’t want that.”
”True.”
”So, I thought, if you were going to the church with someone else, maybe…”
”I get it.”
From her perspective, Ms. Sakura, a commoner, seemed a more likely match. As I nodded, Seria leaned closer, her face inches from mine.
Whoosh.
”So… there’s no issue if it’s me, right?”
”Well, some might be jealous, but…”
Her eyes gleamed with desire, making her intentions clear. The 3rd District’s main paths were well-trodden, but this side room was quiet, safe from monsters. Lingering here wouldn’t be a problem.
”Here?” I asked.
Seria took it as agreement, leaning in for a kiss.
”Mmm ♡.”
Smack…
Seria had always been cautious around Iris and Arisa, likely due to their noble status. Thinking I might marry Ms. Sakura probably sparked some anxiety about losing her chance with me.
Her “Commercial Recovery” came with a catch—I had to produce hefty sums as a catalyst, which made her hesitant. But for me, securing that ability was a relief, and, frankly, she was a beautiful girl. Unless I was swamped, her invitations were always welcome.
Pop.
”Phew.”
Roll.
”Eek!?”
I pulled back from the kiss, gently rolling Seria onto her back. Hovering over her, I met her gaze.
”Don’t hold back. Invite me anytime. I’ll say no if I can’t, but otherwise…”
Seria’s eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me, her voice teasing. “If that’s the case, I might want to invite you all the time. Is that okay?”
”That eager, huh?”
”Absolutely♪ Mmm ♡.”
Grab.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me from below, her robe hitching up to reveal her thighs. Pressing herself closer, she rubbed against me with deliberate intent.
Slide, slide…
”Nn ♡ Nn ♡.”
My pants dulled the sensation, but her familiar softness stirred a reaction. If this keeps up, I’ll end up with a stain on my clothes—not a good look if someone notices. I unzipped to avoid the mess.
Rustle…
”♡.”
Pull, squish.
Her arms clung tightly, making it hard to see, but Seria shifted her undergarments aside, parting herself with a peace sign, ready and waiting. The faint sound of her readiness confirmed she was good to go. I adjusted, brushing against her, and she jolted her hips upward.
Slip!
”Ahh ♡!”
”Whoa—”
Her movement pulled me in, and I didn’t resist. I sank into her, welcomed with a warmth that felt like it had been waiting for days, though it had only been a short while.
Squelch, squelch.
”Haa, haa, haa ♡!”
Her heat gripped me tightly, her hips moving on their own, almost devouring me. But it seemed her own efforts weren’t enough. Emboldened by my earlier words, she pleaded without hesitation.
”Haa, haa… Mr. Koji, please, more!”
I responded, letting my movements vibrate as I thrust forward.
Smack!
”Ahn ♡!”
The sound and her voice grew louder, echoing within the soundproof walls of my Magic Armor.
* * *
”Ugh, aaahh!”
Twitch, tremble!
After countless peaks, Seria’s hips bucked wildly. I pressed down to steady her, my vibrations overwhelming her senses. Her arms flailed, then her legs thrashed as she tried to release the intensity.
Vrrrr…
”Eek, ah, nghh!”
Flail, flail!
I restrained her hands to prevent injury, but that only made her legs kick harder. Drool slipped from her lips as she shook her head, hair disheveled, clothes scattered around us. It looked almost like a scene of chaos, but Seria was clearly delighted. As the intensity faded, she caught her breath, clinging to me and nuzzling my cheek.
”Haa, haa, haa… haa ♡.”
Rub, rub…
Her hands stroked my back tenderly, a gesture of affection. Eventually, they stilled, signaling the end of our moment.
* * *
”Hehe…”
Even after we tidied up, Seria’s good mood lingered. She pressed close, unbothered by the lingering intimacy in the air. Her faint scent and slightly messy hair added to her allure, and she noticed my gaze.
”Shall I… take care of it?” she purred, her hand brushing against me with a seductive smile.
Rub, rub.
Tempting as it was, a quick glance at my watch showed it was already dusk. I gently stopped her hand.
”Nah, that’s enough for today. You must be tired too.”
”I won’t say I’m not tired… but if you say so, I’ll save it for next time.”
She let go, but stayed close, her expression soft and lingering in the moment. She seemed thoroughly satisfied, which was great—but I couldn’t forget my real goal. I’d dodged the Ms. Sakura topic, so now was the time to ask about the hardline faction, not the Saint.
Notes:
• Sakura – Orphaned, raised by merchants, later became manager of a women’s apartment house. Met Koji when he sought a room, reluctantly accepted him with Frederica’s backing. Trademark: black-hair kuudere manager (strict outside, shy inside). Revealed by the Ceremony as the Saint of Ten’i (Teleportation Saint), marked by both factions of the Holy Church. Holds memories of a past life in Japan.
• Martina – Cleric of Moktaris’ Holy Church, moderate faction. Met Koji in Dungeon City while posing as “Tina,” an adventurer’s companion to secretly investigate rumors of the new Saint. Trademark: long black-hair majime-chan (serious beauty, stiff even when undercover). Later revealed her Church role at Lord Brandl’s audience, warned of hardliners, and recognized Sakura as the Saint.
• Wendy – The daughter of merchant guild Hooters
• Seria – The first cleric.
• Arisa – Alicia’s (Iris’ sister) fake name.
• Iris – The first collaborator to request a curse-breaking item.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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