After Igami effortlessly finished off the wyvern with her immense power she turned to me with a calm yet expectant expression. Without a word, she casually lifted the massive wyvern carcass and, with a flick of her wrist, stored it away in her seemingly bottomless pocket dimension—a skill that never ceased to amaze me. The beast's body vanished into the void, leaving no trace behind except for the faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
With the battle concluded, the two of us began our walk toward Aurora City, The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the dirt path as the distant silhouette of the city's towering walls came into view. The rhythmic sound of our footsteps mixed with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Igami glanced at me, her blue eyes gleaming with quiet worship. "Master" she began in her usual composed tone "might I inform the guild ahead of time of our success?"
I turned to her, unable to suppress a wide, mischievous grin. The thought of surprising the guild with our victory—especially with such a formidable beast—filled me with excitement. "Nah" I replied, waving a hand dismissively. "Let's get there together and tell them in person! It'll be way more fun that way."
Igami studied me for a brief second before the faintest hint of amusement tugged at the corner of her lips. "As you wish, Master" she conceded, her voice carrying a subtle warmth.
With that, we continued our journey, the anticipation of the guild's reaction making the walk feel even more enjoyable. The adventure wasn't just about the hunt—it was about the stories we'd share afterward. And this one? It was going to be good.
As the hours passed, the sun gradually dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The dirt path beneath our feet was well-trodden, flanked by tall grasses swaying lazily in the evening breeze. Despite the long journey, my legs carried me effortlessly, my breathing steady and my mind clear—unusual, given the distance we had covered.
Curious, I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch Igami's fingers glowing with a soft, golden light—the telltale shimmer of her [Restore Stamina] spell. The warmth of the magic seeped into my muscles, banishing any hint of fatigue before it could even take root. She met my gaze with her usual calm expression, her blue eyes unreadable yet attentive.
A grin spread across my face. "Oh? You've been taking good care of me this whole time, huh?" I teased, nudging her lightly with my elbow.
Igami didn't react beyond a slight, almost imperceptible nod, as if maintaining my stamina was the most natural thing in the world. She didn't need praise or acknowledgment—her duty was to serve, and she did so flawlessly.
Before I could say anything else, the bustling noise of civilization reached my ears. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread wafted through the air, mingling with the distant chatter of merchants and adventurers. I blinked, and suddenly, there it was—the grand, weathered wooden doors of the Adventurer's Guild, standing proudly at the heart of Aurora City. Torches flickered on either side, casting dancing shadows across the cobblestone street.
We had arrived.
The realization made me chuckle. With Igami silently ensuring my stamina never wavered, the journey had felt like nothing more than a leisurely stroll. Now, standing before the guild, anticipation bubbled up inside me. Whatever awaited us beyond those doors—whether it was shock, admiration, or even disbelief at our latest conquest—it was going to be worth every step.
I turned to Igami, my smirk widening. "Ready to make an entrance?"
She gave another small nod.
Together, we pushed open the doors and stepped inside.
The heavy oak doors of the Adventurer's Guild groaned as we pushed them open, releasing a wave of raucous noise, stale ale, and woodsmoke into the twilight. The moment we stepped inside, the clamor died like a snuffed candle. Dozens of eyes – some battle-hardened, others bright with nosy curiosity – snapped toward us from shadowed booths, crowded tables, and the scarred bar. Sharp whispers cut the sudden quiet:
"Back already?"
"Told you they'd crack..."
"Looks like the rookies finally learned their place."
You could practically feel the veterans' smug satisfaction radiating out; they'd bet good coin we'd bolt from the Wyvern presence. Their certainty, that we'd abandoned the hunt as too much for us, settled over the hall like a damp blanket. Those dismissive smirks stung, but the weight on my shoulder promised payback.
I heaved the huge, scaled head from the burlap sack on my shoulder. It hit the worn countertop with a sickening, solid thud. Blue icey scales, smeared with dried blood and dirt, caught the torchlight. One milky, dead eye stared at the ceiling; the other was just a ruined, black-crusted hole. The stink of venom and rot sliced through the tavern's usual haze.
"Here it is" I said, the confidence in my voice suddenly rock-solid, sweeping over the stunned crowd. "The Wyvern head, We'll take our pay now."
As the wave of shock rippled out, I caught movement just behind me. Igami stood half a step back, seemingly oblivious to the chaos. Her focus was entirely on the hem of her obsidian-black maid outfit, slender fingers carefully smoothing a tiny, invisible wrinkle near her thigh. Her calmness was an island in the roaring sea of the guild's astonishment – a quiet, precise counterpoint to the monstrous trophy bleeding on the counter and the gasping crowd before us.
Margaria's wide, emerald-green eyes flicker between us, her delicate elf ears twitching slightly as she struggles to process what she's seeing. Her fingers tremble as she clutches the guild's evaluation parchment, the ink still fresh. "C-Congratulations on the quest completion..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She swallows hard, her pale cheeks flushing a faint pink. "I-I think that... that raises your ranks from FFF- to at least... S+?" The words sound more like a question than a statement, as if she can't quite believe it herself.
I barely react to the news. Ranks, titles—none of it matters. Not when I've already learned the truth during my long, quiet walks with Igami. This world is nothing more than a tutorial, a temporary stop. And soon, very soon, I'll be leaving it behind.
Margaria clears her throat, her slender fingers nervously adjusting the guild's insignia pinned to her robe. "S-Sir?" she starts, her pointed ears twitching again—this time, the tips tinged a deeper red. "It says here that... the rewards are up for negotiation." She hesitates, biting her lower lip. "Do you... have anything in mind?"
There's something oddly flustered about her demeanor. Is it the adrenaline of our impossible achievement? Or maybe... I smirk to myself. Maybe strength really does something to elves.
I glance at Igami, standing silently beside me. Her blue hair cascades like moonlight over her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes ever watchful. She doesn't speak, but I already know what I want.
Turning back to Margaria, I grin. "Gold" I say simply. "And a hair clip. One with a blue crystal in it."
Margaria blinks, momentarily caught off guard by the request. Then, with a quick nod, she scurries to the back of the guild hall, her robes swishing behind her. Moments later, she returns, carefully balancing a small, ornate chest in her hands. With a click, she opens it, revealing a staggering pile of gleaming gold coins—100 in total. My eyebrows lift. That's an absurd amount for a single quest.
Beside the coins rests a delicate hair clip, its silver frame intricately woven around a shimmering blue crystal. The gem catches the light, casting tiny azure reflections across the wooden counter.
I pick it up, turning it between my fingers before stepping closer to Igami. She tilts her head slightly, curious but silent, as I gently gather a strand of her hair and fasten the clip in place. The crystal glows faintly against her blue locks, as if it were always meant to be there.
For the first time since we entered the guild, Igami's lips curve into a soft, almost imperceptible smile. But then her gaze shifts—sharp, calculating—locking onto Margaria with an intensity that makes the elf stiffen.
I make a mental note to ask her about that later.
The night air was crisp as we stepped out of the guild hall, the weight of the gold pouch heavy at my hip. The streets of the town were bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, their flickering light casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Igami walked beside me, her usual silent grace undisturbed, though there was something different about her tonight—her shoulders were less tense, her breathing steady, as if a hidden weight had been lifted.
When we reached the inn, she reached out before I could, her slender fingers wrapping around the worn wooden handle. With a gentle push, the door swung open, the warm scent of hearthfire and roasted meat spilling out into the night. She stepped aside, allowing me to enter first—uncharacteristically courteous for someone who usually moved with the indifference of a shadow.
As I passed her, I caught the faintest glimmer of something in her blue eyes. Not mischief, not cold calculation, but… contentment?
Once inside, the noise of the inn wrapped around us—laughter from a group of adventurers in the corner, the clatter of tankards, the low hum of conversation. We made our way upstairs, the wooden steps creaking underfoot. The moment our room door closed behind us, sealing us in relative quiet, I turned to her.
"I noticed the way you looked at Margaria" I said, crossing my arms. "What was that?"
Igami didn't flinch. Instead, she locked her piercing blue eyes onto mine, unwavering. The dim candlelight caught the edges of her blue hair, making it glow like the sea under moonlight. For a moment, she simply studied me, as if deciding how much to reveal.
Then, with the same casual tone one might use to comment on the weather, she replied:
"It's obvious, Master. I was evaluating whether she would be a suitable wife for you."
I blinked. "Wife?"
Before I could react, she continued, her voice smooth and matter-of-fact. "The Goddess instructed me to tell you this at the right time—so consider this the right time." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving mine. "If you form a relationship beyond friendship—be it a lover, a fiancée, or a wife—the System will recognize the bond. And just as I am enhanced by your connection, so too will she be, and you will be able to summon her too"
The implications hit me like a physical blow. That's why Igami is so strong. That's why she's different from the others.
She watched me process the information, her expression unreadable. Then, without another word, she turned toward the window, where the first stars of the evening were beginning to pierce the twilight sky.
"Think about it, Master" she murmured. "Or don't. The choice is yours."
(R-18 STARTS HERE)
11 MINUTES LATER
The dim candlelight flickers across the worn wooden beams of the inn's rented room. Igami barely glances up from searching things in her pocket dimension, her plump lips curving in that familiar, indulgent smile whenever my hands get grabby. Her enormous tits spill through the lace of her maid uniform like overripe melons, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal the
nipples already pebbling beneath your rough palms.
The obscene sound of flesh yielding fills the room as I knead those massive udders, my fingers sinking knuckle-deep into ridiculous softness that jiggles obscenely with every motion. A soft "ah~" escapes Igami's throat, more reflex than protest, as she continues methodically searching through her pocket dimension. "Master really is handsy tonight" she murmurs, voice dripping with the a mix of fondness and resignation, those ocean-blue eyes half-lidded as I pinch a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Her exposed midriff flutters with each quiet breath, the skirt of her uniform already riding up to reveal plush thighs marked with the faint red lines of recently removed stockings.The frame creaks ominously as her weight makes the cheap mattress dip, those ridiculous tits wobbling like gelatin as they settle against her chest.
"Ahem" She clears her throat pointedly when my wandering hands hike up her skirt, fingers brushing the soaked through white cotton of her panties. "Shall I prepare your evening tea first, or...?" The question hangs in the air.
"Fuck the tea" I say as my tongue forces past her lips before she can respond, muffling her little noise of surprise as spit-slick muscle tangles with hers in a wet, messy kiss. Igami's fingers clutch at my shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric as her back arches off the mattress, that plush body yielding beneath you like warm dough.
The rip of cotton echoes through the room as you tear her panties clean off, the ruined fabric fluttering to the floor beside the bed. Her beautiful pussy glistens under the candlelight, folds already leaking arousal that slicks up her inner thighs.
"Mmmm...Master is so impatient today~" Igami purrs between sloppy kisses, her plump legs hooking around your waist to pull me closer. Her thick asscheeks jiggle with the motion, making the bedframe shake dangerously.
Her manicured fingers make quick work of my clothing before yanking my pants down just enough to free my aching erection. My cock bounces against her sticky lower lips, glistening with her slick as she grinds up against it. "Ohhh...Master's so big...gonna split Igami open, aren't you?" she whimpers, biting her lips as the fat head catches on her entrance.
No warning - I shove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her tight cunt sucks me in like a glove made of velvet, pulsing around my shaft as she lets out a choked "GYAAAH~!" Her nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood staining my white shirt, those huge tits jiggling wildly as her whole body spasms from the sudden stretch. The smell of sex floods the room.
And they fuck for hours, literally the whole night.
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Me when sex
Bigger chapter cause sex 👍
Mike spent the whole fucking night jackhammering Igami pussy keke