I Became a Porter for a Women-Only Party. 136

Chapter 136 – 136 – Day 2, a Night With Sparkling Scales

When you live as a porter, you often end up homeless. Dirt and dirt from all over the place must also be buried in the body.

This is true for all adventurers in the party, but strangely enough, there is a prejudice that porters have a smell compared to heroes or other aptitudes. It’s probably because the porters take care of all the perishable items like food and monster meat.

Even because of that prejudice, I tend to be quite neat. The more wandering your job is, the more you need to take care of hygiene and health in advance. At least if I get a chance to lie down under a roof, I always shower before going to sleep.

So, it is unfamiliar to lie down in bed with sweat washed off like this time. Even though I was a guest of a mansion with bathhouses everywhere, I fell asleep with all sorts of embarrassing bodily fluids on my body. While I was giggling and doing pillow talk, my eyes closed without realizing it.

I slept so well that I didn’t even dream. No, I had a very happy dream. Looking into the twinkling, shining eyes of two women.

But there was one thing that shone brighter than Isilun and Morgan’s sorrowful eyes. The sunlight that is currently stinging my eyelids mercilessly.

Even if there is no chance of getting hit, wouldn’t it be too rude to pick someone back? I raised my body, screaming inwardly that my two knuckles were coming in.

When focus returns, both good and bad news come into view. First of all, good news. I love the private sailors and warriors who sleep peacefully like angels.

But the new hole in the paper-covered door is not so adorable. Somehow, the fucking sunlight hit my face with a straight ball, and it was because of that.

It doesn’t seem to be a hole made by old age or wind. Because the pierced shape looks unnatural. It was as if someone with a strong desire to steal it had stabbed it with force.

Was the item torn like that in the first place? Why are they making doors out of tearable materials here? Whether it’s a paper door or a wooden door, it’s easy for the Tigris to break, so does it feel like it’s there?

That sounds plausible. These people are crazy about fighting, so there are so many people kicking and breaking doors while shouting that they should fight when they are bored. The cost of replacing it with a new one is probably cheaper with paper…

While only meaningless noises echoed in my panicked brain, someone quietly peeked through the crack in the door.

I didn’t want to make a fuss, but I dropped it. When I jumped up in shock, Morgan and Isilun woke up in shock.

“Awww, it’s morning.”

“Tan Bantai, you crazy sea serpent. It won’t let go for hours. It feels like your body is going to explode. What are you surprised by? If it’s nothing, then-“

Morgan, who had been complaining as she tickled my chest with her fingernails, saw her eyes through the crack in the door and rolled off the bed in horror. Isilun also quickly looked around to find where she had left her sword.

“It’s no big deal. Did everyone sleep well?”

The playful voice belonged to Sister Monica. When we were relieved to have relaxed, the sister opened the door, giggling.

“I’m scared. The healer drilled the hole in the door, right?

“No?”

My vision turns completely white.

“···Is there even a male Tigris who came in hiding…?”

“I know who the spy is. I came across it yesterday to see if everyone was having a good time, and I ran into it right away. No one out of the blue saw it. Don’t worry.”

…It must be Eshen. Or maybe Nidroga. The blocked breath is cleared, and the world regains its original color.

Unlike the unconventional outfits they wore last night, the clothes that Morgan and Isilun brought were ordinary everyday clothes.

Morgan, who was embarrassed by the festive attire, loved it, but I was depressed.

“I didn’t like it, it was a bitch…”

“···What’s wrong with you? Then you’re going to walk around wearing that? Do you want me to go around showing my skin so openly in front of strangers?”

“I hated that even more…!”

“Healer Monica, could you please check to see if Tan went crazy last night?”

“I wish I was so happy because of Morgan yesterday. Isn’t he cute when he’s being pampered?”

Her sister said with a smile, causing Morgan to shake her head. Regardless, I leaned closely on Morgan and Isilun’s shoulders.

Then she held both breasts, one in each hand, kneaded them and whimpered.

“Please let me stay like this for a moment. My fingers are so full and happy…!”

“I really think she hit the headboard while she was sleeping… What is she doing? Why is she still wearing it?”

“That’s because Tan said it was cute.”

Isilun, who was adjusting her cat-eared headband, shyly avoided her gaze. Morgan fluttered her eyelids.

“Sister Isilun, please check her head too.”

“It’s not unfamiliar to see children indulging in something like that. People who have a lot of responsibility and haven’t been pampered often end up showing such blatant and childish behavior to someone. It’s a shame, but that’s me.”

Isil Rune snatched my hand, which was enjoying the feel of it as if playing with her clothes, and led it into her clothes.

Isilun looked straight into my deeply moved eyes and smiled friendly.

“I don’t hate that kind of person.”

“Sister···.”

“I would like to ask you a favor. From now on, will you often call me cute or adorable? That’s… I liked it better than I thought.”

It seems like you wouldn’t care about such a cute thing, but it’s actually cute to see it come out like that. Even after saying everything I wanted to say, I only hesitate at the end.

Now I can see that the things on top of Isil Rune’s hair are not her cat ears. These are the ears of a large golden dog, erected excitedly.

Reflexively, her mouth almost popped out to disturb Morgan, but before that happened, her sister gently pulled me away from them and lifted both of her cheeks.

And she slowly overlapped her mouth. Monica’s tongue penetrating is a bit bold for a good morning kiss. And the feeling of being absorbed is also quite stimulating. At some point, I felt as if my soul was being sucked, and my legs gave out.

“The taste is rich. It looks like you had a happy and rewarding time. Thanks to these two people, the treatment went without a hitch from the first day.”

Sister Monica smiled slightly as she looked down at me shaking. Isilun and Morgan looked at Monica with eyes filled with astonishment and respect.

“Now one day has passed. There are six days left.”

————

“Where are you going to get rehab? Run!”

“Can’t I at least eat it raw for lunch…?”

Eshen turned around and jumped in place, sneered and held out his middle finger to me. I groaned and took steps again after Eshen.

Damn, I thought all I had to do was lock myself in a room and have sex. And damn it, I was confident in my ability to walk and run, but what the heck.

Of course, your condition cannot suddenly become better just because you have been a skewer of meat on a spear for a few days. It’s strange to hope that the thighs that satisfied the two women until dawn today are still intact.

However, once I lose the stamina I worked so hard to gain, I feel scared, as if I suddenly became an old person. It seems that the price of being foolish was much heavier than I thought.

There are countless adventurers in the world who have suffered serious injuries and broken hearts. This is true even if you meet a good healer and the wound heals well without any side effects. I’ve been hurt before, but looking back, I’ve never been as weak as I am now. Maybe that’s why I was able to be braver.

Of course, even if I went back in time, I would have thrown myself at Isilun, whether he was paralyzed or a corpse.

I felt like I couldn’t come to my senses even though I was literally on the verge of death, but the unexpected reward I got from it was quite happy.

Anyway, just be happy. I flinched without realizing it. Thinking about the way I touched my forehead with Isilun last night and our breaths touched each other mournfully.

And when Eshen turned back once more, he quickly wiped his smile.

“What are you thinking about that makes you feel so upset?”

“···Lunch sounded delicious.”

“Are Morgan and Isilun coming out for lunch? Huh?”

You can feel the life in Eshen’s laughter. I obediently followed next to him.

Eshen pulled me in with a solemn expression, placed me in a headlock, and growled softly as he rubbed my temples with his palms.

“You damn bastard whose number of women increases with every breath you take, your face is so shiny! Do you really like Ada that much?”

“Aaaaah, my head feels like it’s going to explode! Stop…!”

Instead of mournful breathing, shouts and harsh cries collide. As I was running with my head held by Eshen, I felt his gaze on me. I forced myself to turn my head.

Someone was looking down at us from the observatory on the mountain path where Eshen’s running course ends. Eshen must have noticed this too as he released me and frowned.

“It smells like him.”

“I don’t have a nose like yours, but I think I know who it is.”

“It must be hard not to know. I’ve been watching you for years. Damn you, are you waiting there on purpose?”

Just a few seconds after we had regained our pace and were running side by side, Eshen bared his teeth as he was well ahead of me.

“Don’t worry. I will take the lead.”

“I’ve never had to worry about getting hit while walking around with you. It would be reassuring if you didn’t strangle me.”

“You’re noisy. You playboy.”

I have similar feelings to when I woke up a few hours ago. Just looking at the panoramic view of the observatory, where you can see the mountains at a glance, makes you happy as your heart is soaked by the forest breeze.

However, I don’t really want to see the guy sitting on the railing of the observatory looking at the village from afar.

Eshen arrived first, fluttering his black and red robe majestically. I climbed up to the observatory right after him and tried to pretend it wasn’t difficult.

It might be childish to start an emotional fight now, but I don’t want to show weakness to that damn Adamantone bastard.

“Hey, trash hero. Did you come up in advance and wait for me to pick a fight with Tan?”

“No. I’ve been here at least five hours ago.”

“Do you believe that? What have you been doing here for five hours?”

“It was alive.”

Adamantone answered blankly. Bobbing his feet under the railing.

Yeah, feet. Not long ago, it looked like some kind of caterpillar monster, but now its two legs are still attached.

Not only that, but it has almost regained its former appearance. Even though some of the monster’s flesh was still attached to the body occasionally, it can only be said to be a miracle considering how it was covered in the skin of the hideous creature.

It seems like heavenly luck smiled on him thanks to his reformation. Of course, rather than luck, it was thanks to Hyonghwagok’s professional healers and Haeju experts.

“Oh, are you alive?”

“Yes. Since you decided to keep me alive, you could have killed me.”

Adamantone, who was scratching his blond hair, got down from the railing and looked at us with a serious expression.

···Suddenly I feel disturbed. First of all, after all the arrogance was gone from that hateful face, I felt like I was more similar to Isilun than I thought.

And secondly, it doesn’t look like Mancellarion Sunstorm at all. I had never thought about it that way before.

The hero, who had a truly eerie appearance in common with the Demon King, muttered leisurely as if he were alive and had no regrets.

“If the position were the other way around, if I were you, you would probably kill me.”

“If you think of us as trash like you who kills everyone, then-“

“Not just because you’re angry at me. Not just because revenge is justified. Not just because that terrible Dragon Lord still has a grudge against me.”

“I hope you like it because there are more than one reason to search, you damn bastard.”

“But there is one reason that transcends all the problems. As I said last time, I am the seed of evil.”

The hypothesis that Adamantone is a descendant of the Demon King Edin originally came from Adamantone, not anyone else. And the guy seemed very distressed by that.

I was the type to complain about any kind of Adamantone as long as it suffered. But I didn’t feel very relieved right now.

Eshen frowned and shook his head.

“Who knows? Have you held hands with the Demon King, stopped by a temple, and taken a paternity test? Have you asked your mother?”

“Well, how should I ask? How have you been, mother? Have you ever slept with Gunther Waldenhardt, the vicar of Mithras, or a man who looks like him?”

Eshen was speechless. I stood in front of Eshen, patting his shoulder comfortingly.

“You should ask. If it seems like something you need, you should ask. Is there anything you can do?”

“Is it?”

“But you can only ask that after you return home alive and healthy. So stop making an expression that looks like you’re researching where to leave without screaming.”

“Maybe it would be better for me to die. If I went back to my mother and father now, it would only remind me that I was a failed warrior. Perhaps they would not want Adamantone Sunstorm to survive just as much as you and I do. “I don’t know.”

“No. He was like a hero.”

“···What?”

“You were worthy of a hero. At a moment when you were pushed to the limit both mentally and physically, you somehow changed the game with your power and saved this land.”

“What did I do?”

“Don’t you remember the antidote you brought by tricking the demon lord’s fragments right in front of me and hiding them in your stomach? I guess you’ve been through something big and the taste has worn off. Normally, you would have walked around with your head held high, bragging that you did it.”

“…Do you still have the shame to do that now? It’s not a medicine I made, nor was it something I obtained by fighting with the power of a hero.”

“Nevertheless, in all the years I’ve been watching that bastard named Adamantone Sunstorm, you’ve been the most heroic. Just a few days ago, you did something that could be considered a heroic story, something you shouted so loudly when you were younger. “Can you hear people laughing and talking down there?”

“I heard it all night. Even moaning.”

“···Yes, even the moaning. Thanks to you, many children will be born. About nine to ten months before my birthday, a certain hero brought from the demon world the key that would save Hwalyeon Taiga, the master of the Compassionate Grain, from the curse of demonization. “Thanks to you for what you’ve done. Even if the whole world curses you, they’ll be grateful to you for the compatible song. So just don’t pay attention here.”

Adamantone’s previously tired complexion turned slightly red. I added it without realizing it because I felt sorry for it.

“Not paying attention to what others think is what you do best.”

“It did.”

Adamantone smiled bitterly.

Only that expression resembled Uncle Mancellarion’s. At least it was far from Edin’s creepy laugh.

Is Adamantone really the son of the Devil? That might be true. It wouldn’t be impossible that Edin was once human anyway.

But then, is his twisted nature entirely due to his bloodline from the Demon King?

Looking back, the rough, dynamic, and sometimes life-threatening environment of the warrior party was not a good environment for a child with an angular personality to grow into a desirable adult. Daily life without parents or even peers is definitely an extreme test for a child at that age.

Perhaps the fact that his other brothers and sisters had already courageously overcome such adversity may have been more fatal to him than anything else.

It would be better if she was sent to the academy like my sister. Instead of struggling and collapsing pitifully while trying to do something, as I have seen, if I had grown up surrounded by healthy human relationships, step by step accomplishing tasks within my abilities…

Of course, these are all pointless thoughts. None of this has happened, and it has already become irreversible.

But clearly there is still something that can be done.

“You may not be able to correct your mistakes, but you can at least try to be less pathetic in the future.”

“That’s the attitude.”

“So, instead of pathetically hesitating, I should tell you right away. Do you have a close enough relationship with my sister that she should be in your bedroom?”

···Chew···.

“Who says that?”

“I didn’t hear it from anyone, but I heard something like this was flying in the wind.”

Adamantone took out a rolled up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

There was a very meaningful story written in the document. I tried not to gasp.

“Eshen.”

Eshen tried to distract himself to no avail. I whispered, waving the paper in front of Eshen’s nose.

“Is that you in gray letters?”

“···It’s not?”

“I’m going crazy. What if I go around spilling something like this-“

This is not the time to get scolded. I quickly turned around and gave Adamantone a fake smile.

Adamantone shrugged his shoulders with a pale face.

“No matter how much I rack my brain all night, I can’t understand what’s going on just by looking at the paper. First of all, I’m talking on the premise that something happened between you and sister Lee Silun, so be nice to her. Don’t make her cry. Honestly, my sister is a waste of whoever she is dealing with. We “He is an idol who is admired and envied by everyone in his family.”

“I don’t know what you’re misunderstanding, but you’re right. Isilun did come into my bedroom yesterday.”

Adamanton’s face turned as black as his corpse.

I don’t know about the family as a whole, but this child definitely seems to admire and envy Isilun. I added quickly.

“But nothing much happened. I simply received care. When the sun goes down, I can’t move because of the aftereffects of my injury, so I just need someone to help me with things like lying down in bed or drinking water.” Either.”

“Then what does it say about sleeping together?”

“Well, I guess someone misunderstood when they said men and women stay up all night. You corrected it by crossing it out, right? It’s not unusual for the extermination party members to take care of me with utmost care. How much money was written in the contract when hiring me, and the labor costs should be recovered? It’s not true.”

“Then what do you mean by asking if this is your first time?”

“Even when I defeated the succubus in the port city of Visserk, I was sick after work and had to be taken care of. It’s fortunate that there was a healer with amazing skills in the party. I almost would have gotten rid of the body a long time ago.”

“···Is that so?”

“Of course it is. What could have happened? Me, who wanted to have a girlfriend for 24 years but couldn’t? With your noble sister, who has lived her entire 25 years away from romantic relationships?”

“Is that so?”

The color in Adamantone’s face returned to health.

I decided not to bother telling the truth. Maybe it would be better for both of us to kill each other than to tell.

———–

“Isilun has been laughing all day.”

Too bad for Adamantone.

“She’s not going to say she can’t do it because she’s tired, right?”

Nidrogar, who was standing next to me in the yard, looking down at the pond, openly pretended to be jealous and stabbed me in the side.

And when I pretended to struggle and fall out, he was scared and helped me up. Rod came over giggling when he saw me being held like a princess.

“Nidroga looked a little depressed after hearing that he stayed up all night, as if he had forgotten that he was a patient. He said he might not have a chance for a while.”

“Why?”

“All that is needed for the ritual is sexual intercourse with a woman he has never experienced. If he says he has no energy and cannot go along with it, the child who respects his lover’s wishes has no choice but to watch.”

“Maybe. But the Lord came too, right? I don’t think he came just to look around.”

Rod’s smile grew. I, lying upside down in her daughter’s arms, smiled at her as I greeted her.

“Healing and Nitro first.”

“Do you have any thoughts on what happens next?”

“···Well, first of all, there were more applicants than expected, so we had no choice but to hold a lottery.”

After clearing his throat for a moment, Rod smiled slightly and gestured toward the back of the corner.

“Come out.”

The sound of footsteps did not belong to one person. I blinked.