"Ugh, what a drag," Haruto thought, feeling the grass prickle his back. "I died in such a dumb way, I can hardly believe it."
He slowly opened his eyes, the bright sunlight hitting his face, forcing him to squint again. He was lying in the middle of a field; the tall, green grass swayed in the wind.
Haruto sighed deeply and sat up, checking his body. His clothes were different some loose pants and a simple shirt, nothing like the ripped hoodie he wore before being run over by a truck he barely saw (because he had his headphones on and was eating Doritos, which was pretty typical of him).
The memory of his death (a blur of metal and stupid pain) was clear, confirming it
"At least my body is... okay," he muttered, stretching his arms, feeling muscles he'd never had before. "Stronger, quicker... the standard Isekai package, huh?"
Haruto expected to get some overpowered ability, like controlling reality or being immune to everything, but he only felt a very weak energy inside him, like a nearly empty battery. "What the hell," he sighed, slumping back down. "I'm gonna try to nap. Maybe the Demon King will defeat himself, I don't know."
"STOP! STOP THIS LAZINESS!"
The hysterical scream made Haruto jump, annoyed. He looked to the side and saw the loudest, most attention-grabbing figure he had ever seen.
She was a beautiful girl, but she was crying dramatically, tears streaming down her face, her blue eyes wide with drama. She had light blue hair that shone in the sun and wore a priestly outfit that looked more like a silk bikini with transparent veils, exposing a lot of her skin, which made Haruto blink twice and feel a flush of heat.
"You! You are Haruto Saitō, the human chosen to help me!" she shrieked, pointing an angry finger at him. "How dare you lie down and take a nap on the impure soil of this world before paying me homage!"
Haruto slowly got up, brushing the grass off his pants. "Pay homage? Who are you and why are you dressed for the beach in a fantasy world?" he asked, his voice dry and bored.
She put her hands on her hips, making her chest (which was large, Haruto automatically noted) bounce. "I am Nozomi Amane, a descendant of the Supreme Goddess! I am the creator of pure waters, heavenly spas, and I am the only one who can guide you against the forces of evil!"
Haruto scratched his head, letting out a long sigh. "Okay, the 'Goddess' is crying and screaming, looking like a kid who lost her lollipop. That doesn't inspire much confidence, you know."
Nozomi gasped, shocked by the lack of respect. "HOW DARE YOU! I AM EXTREMELY USEFUL! I can perform miracles! Watch!"
She closed her eyes tightly, raised her staff, and yelled a word in a strange language.
Haruto expected a beam of light or a meteor shower, but what happened was her staff shot out a weak jet of holy water that hit her dead on, causing her to slip on the wet grass.
Nozomi fell on her butt, her legs flying up and her body twisting ridiculously, exposing her blue silk panties, which Haruto saw for an instant before she screamed again, in anger and shame. "That water was too COLD! It's the fault of this disgusting world!"
Haruto just watched, shaking his head, trying to hold back a laugh. "Useless," he muttered, not even bothering to chuckle. He held out his hand to her, not out of chivalry, but because he needed someone who knew the way to civilization.
Nozomi reluctantly took his hand, her face red with humiliation. "I am not useless, you insolent man! I am just disoriented!"
"Right, disoriented," Haruto said, letting go of her hand as soon as she stood up. "Now, 'disoriented Goddess,' where is the adventurers' guild? I need money, and you'll be my ticket in."
They walked for a long time, with Nozomi complaining about everything: the gravel hurting her feet, the sun possibly burning her divine skin, the lack of servants to carry her. Haruto just ignored her, focusing on the road. He noticed his intellect was faster, and he easily assimilated the rules of this new world: the currency, the common dangers, the city's location everything seemed to click in his mind.
"That's it, Haruto," he thought. "I'll use this useless girl as a distraction and support, and I'll retire by thirty with a fortune."
Upon arriving at the city, Haruto quickly registered at the guild, dragging Nozomi along. The receptionist (a friendly elf, whom Nozomi tried to humiliate without success) handed them the quest list. Haruto ignored the high-risk quests, focusing on the safest and best paid one:
"Collecting Medicinal Herbs in the Dark Forest," Haruto read. "Easy, fast, zero risk of death."
"What? Collecting herbs?" Nozomi yelled, drawing everyone's attention in the guild. "I'm a Goddess! I should be eliminating epic monsters and being glorified, not picking weeds!"
Haruto took the quest paper and shoved it into his bag. "Shut up, Nozomi. You're useless in combat, and I'm too lazy to fight. So let's start easy."
In the Dark Forest, Haruto's boredom was broken by a common Slime, the size of a basketball, rolling towards them.
"Oh, a Slime," Haruto yawned. "Nozomi, your moment of glory. Use your supreme power and finish off this jelly."
Nozomi went pale, trembling from head to toe. "I-I can't! My Mana is low! I can only heal scratches right now!" she stammered, fear making her shrink.
The Slime, slow but persistent, kept advancing. Haruto rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? A Slime?"
He didn't use magic or a sword. He grabbed a handful of dirt and moss from the ground and threw it at the creature, hitting the Slime's gelatinous eye. The Slime stopped, confused and half-blind. Haruto took advantage of the distraction, grabbed the necessary herbs from a nearby bush, and kicked the creature, more to push it away than to hurt it.
"Come on, Nozomi," Haruto said, pulling her by the arm. "Mission complete."
Nozomi, still scared, gripped his arm tightly, her chest pressing against his elbow, which made Haruto feel an unexpected warmth.
"You... you used brute force and dirt," Nozomi mumbled, her voice a scared whisper. "No real hero does that."
"Real heroes die early," Haruto replied dryly. "I'm a pragmatic hero."
Back at the guild, the smiling elf gave Haruto his reward. The money was little, but enough for a few nights in a decent inn.
"Congratulations, Haruto-sama," the elf said, handing him not only the money but also a shimmering card. "For completing your first mission, you have received a Skill Selection Card."
Haruto took the card, his heart racing for the first time since he reincarnated. His cheat skill was here!
He sat down at an isolated table with Nozomi, who was trying to dry her hair with a napkin. Haruto ignored the Goddess and focused on the card.
The options appeared in his mind, like a video game menu:
Option A: Medium Rank Fire Magic (High Damage)
Option B: Enhanced Magical Defense (Resistance)
Option C: Selective Invisibility (1Minute)
Haruto smiled, a genuinely perverted smile.
"A, Haruto, A! We need firepower for the Demon King!" Nozomi pleaded, her voice low and anxious.
"Nah," Haruto replied, shaking his head.
"Then B, for protection! I'm very fragile!"
"Not that either," Haruto muttered, his eyes fixed on option C.
He thought of the receptionist elf, Nozomi's barely-there outfit, and all the opportunities he could have to get privileged information about the Demon King's next targets (or about the guild's women's locker room).
"I choose C," he said aloud.
The card glowed, and the skill was transferred to him.
"Selective Invisibility, 1 Minute," Haruto repeated, feeling the power flow through his fingers. "Perfect."
Nozomi looked at him, confused. "Invisibility? That's a thief's skill! Why did you choose that?"
"Because I'm a pragmatic hero, Nozomi," Haruto said, winking at her. "And because I like to spy."
At that moment, the guild door burst open with a crash, and the murmuring stopped.
A woman entered. She was tall, wearing polished silver armor that looked like it cost a fortune. Her posture was perfect, worthy of a princess, and her face was serious and beautiful, radiating the aura of an elite warrior. She was accompanied by two servants who followed her with their heads bowed.
It was Kirika Shirogane.
"That's Kirika-sama," Nozomi whispered, her voice full of fear and envy. "One of the strongest nobles in the capital, famous for her discipline and combat power."
Kirika ignored the crowd and walked directly to their table, stopping in front of Nozomi with a look of calculated disdain.
"You must be Nozomi Amane, the so-called 'divine descendant' who is profaning this place," Kirika spoke, her voice clear and cold, like breaking ice. "Your clothing is vulgar, your presence is offensive, and your earlier scandal proves you are merely a low-class adventurer, not a real Goddess."
Nozomi turned white, tears welling up again, but this time from humiliation and anger. "I... I'm not! You can't talk to me like that!" she stammered, almost crying.
Haruto watched the conflict, bored. The fight was annoying, but he recognized a golden opportunity: Kirika was strong and rich.
Haruto stood up, putting his hand on Nozomi's shoulder. "Hey, shut up, Nozomi. You're loud and useless, but at least you have the decency not to be a snob," he said, forcing Nozomi to sit.
Then Haruto turned to Kirika, his cynicism reaching its peak.
"And you, noble in shiny armor, stop yelling at my... at our 'Goddess,'" Haruto said, speaking slowly and with contempt. "You're just as ridiculous as she is, only instead of being useless, you're stuck-up. Your armor looks like it's made of expensive tinfoil, and you must be weak to need servants for everything. You're just a spoiled cat who came to show off in the guild."
Kirika, who was about to launch a devastating verbal attack, suddenly froze. The flush of anger on her face spread, but it wasn't anger anymore. Her eyes widened, and her breathing quickened, making her chest rise and fall rapidly, which made the armor creak.
The look of contempt vanished, replaced by an expression of barely disguised ecstasy.
"Oh... oh, Master!" Kirika whispered, her voice low, husky, and full of desire; her body was trembling. "Call... call me trash! Say my efforts are insignificant! That I deserve to be defiled by goblins!"
Haruto blinked, confused. Nozomi gasped and hid her face in her hands. The entire guild was in absolute silence, shocked by the noblewoman's transformation.
"Are you serious? You're an... extreme masochist?" Haruto asked, his cynicism breaking through his surprise. "Her RPG system broke."
"YES! YES, MASTER!" Kirika shouted, her voice loud, her desire too much for her body to contain. "Use me! I will fight in the hardest missions! I will be your combat slave, as long as you abuse me and humiliate me verbally and... and physically! I'll pay double!"
Haruto instantly realized the opportunity: elite warrior, extra money, zero personal effort.
"Fine," Haruto said, with a fake smile. "But you have to call me 'Master.' And if you fail a mission, the punishment will be letting me sleep all day in your castle. Now let's go."
Kirika knelt right there, in the middle of the guild. "Thank you, Master! My body and my honor are yours!"
Haruto extended the Skill Selection Card, which was still glowing slightly, and pointed at Kirika.
"Your first punishment," Haruto whispered, lowering his voice so only she could hear, his warm breath on her ear, making Kirika tremble even more. "If you fail to complete the swamp mission, I will use my new Selective Invisibility skill and... and I will spy on you while you bathe, without you knowing.
Kirika's face went bright red; her eyes widened with unbearable ecstasy. Her breathing quickened so much it seemed like she was about to faint right there.
"OH, MASTER! THAT IS SO CRUEL! I WANT TO FAIL!" Kirika cried, her voice a husky, desperate whisper of uncontrollable desire, her hand squeezing her thigh hard, feeling a good pain; her body was begging for the humiliation.
Haruto pulled her by the arm, feeling the warmth of her body. "Shut up and get up, you perverted noble," Haruto said, dragging her and Nozomi (who was crying from jealousy and confusion) out of the guild. "The mission is the Undead Swamp. Let's see if your 'tinfoil' armor is really zombie-proof."
Kirika followed him, her walk submissive, her eyes shining with perverted adoration.
"Master, make... make me fail!" Kirika pleaded, her voice a whisper full of desire and excitement, her hand trembling as she touched the armor on his arm.
Haruto stopped, looking at her, his cynicism returning, but now mixed with the desire to exploit this crazy situation.
"You're more annoying than the Goddess," Haruto said, his voice dry, but his touch on her arm was firm and warm. "And if you don't stop begging me, I'm going to have to... punish you right here."
Kirika gasped, her body trembling violently in anticipation; her breathing was uncontrolled, her eyes full of an absolute desire. She leaned into him, wanting more.
"What will it be, Master? What are you going to do?" Kirika whispered, her hand sliding to Haruto's waist; her body was begging for more; she wanted the punishment, her submission was everything.
Haruto felt the warmth of her body, her breath on his neck, her scent was sweet and strong; his own desire rose, mixing with the surprise of the situation; his cynicism was turning into something else.
"I'm going... I'm going to give you the chance to fail the mission," Haruto whispered, his voice husky, his warm breath on her ear, making Kirika shiver; her body was on fire under the armor.
Kirika squeezed his body; her desire was total; she gave in, her body a mass of desire; she wanted the punishment; she wanted to be used.
Nozomi, who was shocked and embarrassed, saw the scene, her face red with jealousy and confusion. She tried to pull Haruto away, but his body was glued to Kirika's.
"STOP IT, YOU TWO! THIS IS VULGAR! I AM A GODDESS!" Nozomi yelled, her voice hysterical, her body panicking.
Haruto ignored her, his eyes fixed on Kirika's, his hand tightening around her waist. His desire was uncontrollable.
"I... I'm going to punish you for being so submissive," Haruto whispered, his voice low and full of promises; his body was trembling; his breathing was heavy and fast.
Kirika moaned; her body begged for more; her submission was his pleasure.
Haruto was at his limit; his desire was uncontrollable; his hand moved down slightly, feeling the fabric of her body under the armor; his breathing was ragged; his body was on fire.
"I'm going to give you the punishment you deserve," Haruto said, his voice husky and full of promises; his body was pressed against hers; his desire was uncontrollable. He was going to use the invisibility on her, and she was going to beg for more.