Volume 4 Chapter 87 Infiltration Mission ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We’ve finally acquired an organization—a clan—that we can use freely.
And backing it? The Shellmerchant Guild, one of the most powerful entities in this free city. That kind of backing opens doors.
Thanks to that, the troublesome goods we brought back—the dungeon materials from the deep floors, the high-quality loot from treasure chests, and the… unique items from the Love Hotel—can now be turned into cash without suspicion. Before, we hesitated to sell them due to questionable origins. Now? The Shellmerchant Guild can handle the logistics cleanly.
On top of that, we can now tap into valuable intel: dungeon layouts, monster behavior, and even larger world affairs—like the ongoing war between the Kingdom of Nakuos and the Demon Race.
We’ve leveled up. And with information and money in hand, we can plan our next moves more freely.
”So, Sir Quatro—” I began.
”Yes, what is it?” he responded, straightening his posture with almost military stiffness.
Quatro. A young guild contact. Polite. Sharp. And probably a bit too observant for his own good.
To access real information, though, we need money. Even with Guild backing, the Shell merchant isn’t a charity. If we want a lasting partnership, we have to keep things balanced—a clean, equal exchange where both sides profit. That’s the foundation of good business.
Which is why I didn’t waste any more time.
”Without further ado, can you buy these items?” I asked, reaching into my magic bag and placing a selection of goods on the desk.
A magical tool taken from a dungeon chest. Rare herbs I’d harvested. A monster’s core stone.
Quatro’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in.
”Wow! As expected of Mr. Taro,” he exclaimed. “These all look incredibly valuable!”
Then, the mood shifted.
”…What is this?” he asked, his voice faltering.
I glanced over. The final item I’d placed on the table was a cosplay costume set—accessories and all. One of the more… noteworthy souvenirs from the Love Hotel.
Quatro fell silent. His wide eyes stared at the ensemble. A few seconds passed before he drew in a breath and murmured,
”Mr. Taro… as I thought, you are…”
Bingo. He recognized them. Probably matched the quality to the set he himself had received during his stay at the hotel.
I raised a single finger to my lips and whispered lightly,
”All of these were ‘obtained from dungeon treasure chests.’”
Quatro blinked, then gave a solemn nod.
”…Understood.”
He’s a clever one. The kind of boy who senses when not to dig too deep. Though clearly troubled by the implications, he chose not to question further. A rare talent: knowing when to shut up.
After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke again with a professional tone.
”Then, I’ll send these to the appraisal department to determine a fair price. However… regarding the costumes,” he added delicately, “it may be better to submit them to a themed competition. You’ll likely earn more that way than selling them through regular channels.”
”Ah. I leave it to you,” I replied.
”Yes. I’ll take care of it. The results should be available in a few days.”
With that, the preparations are complete.
In this city, we do more than fight.
We buy, sell, and build influence.
And today marks the first real step forward.
A strong start.
* * *
A shadow moved silently down the wooden corridor bathed in pale moonlight. It slipped along the wall, darting like a breeze.
Finally, the shadow halted before a shoji screen at the corridor’s end. With a gentle hand, it pushed open the paper door. Inside, a simple room awaited, its tatami mats neatly laid. At the center, a small wooden box sat alone on the floor.
Slipping quietly inside, the shadow crouched before the box and scanned the surroundings. Beyond the shoji, the ceiling beams stretched overhead; beneath the floor, no unusual presence stirred. Everything seemed as it should.
Carefully, the shadow placed a hand on the box’s lid, held its breath, and slowly lifted it open.
The box was empty.
A faint sigh escaped the shadow as it quietly closed the lid. Then—
A small snap sounded beneath its feet.
”What—?” the shadow started, but before the word could fully form, a thin rope shot out and snaked around its body.
”No! Wait~meow!” it tried to shout, but the rope tightened swiftly, binding the figure completely and hoisting it toward the ceiling. Struggling proved useless; the bindings held firm, leaving the shadow dangling helplessly.
Light filled the room as a candle’s glow illuminated the suspended figure.
”Hehe… looks like we caught a little intruder,” I said, stepping inside with arms crossed and a smug smile.
”I’m not an intruder~meow!” the bound figure protested.
Ignoring the remark, I reached forward and pulled off the mask. Beneath it was a girl, her brown skin framed by cat ears, and a fluffy tail swayed gently behind her.
”How rude, little kitty,” I said with a sly grin. “Now, let’s get some answers.”
Locking eyes with the cat-eared girl, I asked firmly, “What’s your name? Where are you from? Who sent you?”
She sneered, ears twitching. “Do you really think a ninja would reveal their identity so easily~meow?”
”Very well,” I nodded. “Then it’s time for interrogation.”
”W-what are you planning~meow?” she asked, her tail flicking anxiously.
”Come here,” I snapped my fingers.
Four shadows slid smoothly from behind the shoji. Women dressed in kunoichi attire knelt silently.
One, with chestnut hair, looked up. “Sir Taro, it would be wise to perform a possession check first.”
”Agreed. I leave it to you,” I said, watching as she approached the suspended ninja.
Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into the bound girl’s clothing.
”W-wait, where are you touching~meow?” the girl protested.
The kunoichi’s hand moved along the pockets, sleeves, and back of the obi. Each time, small weapons clattered to the floor—shuriken, kunai, and a chakram.
”So many weapons… you really came prepared,” the kunoichi muttered coldly.
Another kunoichi with fiery red hair stepped forward.
”I’ll check here too,” she said, sliding a hand over the girl’s chest, which was ample enough to hide something.
”No, stop~meow!” the girl exclaimed.
”I must check all sides,” the redhead replied calmly.
Suddenly, a black-haired kunoichi reached out and grabbed the fluffy cat tail.
”You can’t hide anything there!” she said, kneading it gently.
The girl blushed deeply, struggling in vain. “No, please… that tickles~meow…”
Her cheeks flushed as she twisted, trying to resist, but the ropes held her fast.
”We still need to examine this place,” the blonde kunoichi announced, lifting the girl’s fundoshi.
Underneath was a traditional belt, and revealing it showed smooth skin.
”Girls always have their own hiding spots,” she commented lightly, spreading the fabric to inspect.
The girl’s face flushed with embarrassment, eyes moist. “I… I don’t have anything hidden~meow…”
A slender finger was carefully inserted to check further.
”Please, no~meow!” she pleaded softly.
Despite her protests, the girl’s body reacted involuntarily, subtle movements betraying her true feelings.
”Did you find anything?” I asked.
”No,” the chestnut-haired kunoichi answered. “Fingers can’t reach the depths. We need something longer.”
”Longer, you say?” I mused aloud.
All eyes turned toward me.
”Very well then,” I said, lowering my pants to reveal my readiness.
The cat-eared girl’s eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.
I moved behind her, gently lifting her legs into a reverse M-shape.
”No, not like this~meow!” she whispered, clearly flustered.
Ignoring her protests, I slowly pressed forward.
”No!” she gasped softly, but quiet gasps escaped her lips despite the words.
The tip reached inside, probing carefully.
”Seems there’s nothing hidden inside,” I murmured.
”Of course not~meow!” she responded, though her voice trembled slightly.
I began slow, measured movements, watching her reactions closely.
”Let’s continue,” I said calmly.
The girl’s quiet protests turned into soft sounds, her body responding involuntarily.
”Tell me why you came here,” I urged. “Who sent you?”
”I don’t know…” she whispered.
Her back arched as the stimulation continued, muscles tightening involuntarily.
”You’re being stubborn,” I said to the kunoichi. “Bring the brush.”
”Yes!” they replied eagerly.
”What brush?” I asked.
A kunoichi produced a writing brush.
”We’ll make her honest,” she said with a mischievous smile.
The brush traced delicate lines over the girl’s body — the nape of her neck, the armpits, the waist, and the lower back.
Each touch caused a small involuntary reaction, her body shivering lightly.
The brushes moved to more sensitive areas — the sides of her chest, just above the stomach, then the thighs and finally near her lower abdomen.
”I can’t take it anymore~meow,” she whispered, voice trembling.
Her body moved rhythmically, protesting yet unable to resist.
”Why are you doing this?” she asked, seeming almost pleading.
The stimulation was gentle but relentless — teasing without release.
Her face softened, eyes losing their defiance, replaced with longing.
”I see she’s not ready to talk yet,” I said.
”Continue,” I ordered.
The brush continued its careful work.
”Please… don’t tease me anymore,” she begged softly.
Soon, her defenses broke down.
”I’ll tell you everything,” she said hurriedly. “Just please… don’t stop.”
”Good,” I nodded.
The kunoichi changed tactics, using their mouths now.
They gently kissed and nibbled the girl’s ears, neck, and even her tail.
”Please, stop… I can’t…” she pleaded quietly.
Overwhelmed by sensation, she finally surrendered.
”I can’t hold back anymore~meowww,” she whispered, trembling.
Her body shuddered as she reached her release, muscles contracting reflexively.
Simultaneously, I released my own tension.
”Ahh,” I breathed.
The sensation inside her was intense, pushing her toward another climax.
”You’re… with me now,” I said softly.
* * *
”This is so weird~meow!” Korukona, the brown-haired cat-eared girl, pouted in frustration after the play ended.
Apparently, the group’s teasing had hit a nerve with her. Since she’d been invaluable in the operation, we owed her a lot—and wanted to reward her.
To show our thanks, we prepared a Japanese-style playroom to entertain her. But dressed in her ninja attire, she looked a bit uncomfortable with the whole setup.
”Isn’t this kind of thing supposed to be just for lovers?” she muttered, glancing around nervously.
”Didn’t you like it?” I asked.
She shifted, cheeks flushing as she glanced at Lifia and the others watching nearby. “It’s not that… it’s just—with everyone watching~meow…”
”But… it felt good, didn’t it?” I pressed.
Korukona hesitated, looking down, fidgeting. “Well… I can’t really deny that. But…”
She seemed genuinely shy about the situation. Since she’d become mine, I’d never shared her with anyone else before—so this time, we involved everyone.
”Don’t you love everyone here, too?” I asked gently.
”I do… but…” Her voice trailed off.
”I want all of us to grow closer. To have fun together.”
I wanted them all to be like sisters bound by this bond.
”Everyone likes you, Korukona. So please, help me out here.”
She sighed softly, still shy but willing. “Unn… alright.”
Notes:
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Quatro – Male. A young boy, the son of a council member of Latipak. His appearance is androgynous and delicate, wearing butler-style clothes. He was rescued by Ore and now spreads the ‘Room of Love’ teachings, believing Ore to be a divine figure. He is charismatic and speaks with regal dignity.
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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