Ryuji never had much patience for girls who asked to be spoiled, only to turn shy and evasive when it came time to pay up. They'd talk big—but the moment his money came out, they'd suddenly start stammering and blushing.
"Uh, I… I mean, um…"
Rosh's eyes looked glassy. Her pupils had begun to swirl like cartoon spirals, and her face flushed deeper and deeper red. Even her bright red hair was steaming like a kettle. She looked so wholesome, it was almost funny.
But he didn't let up. Instead, he gave a cold chuckle—and pressed the attack.
"If you're willing, I could keep supporting you. Regularly," he said casually. "Five gold per blowjob. And if you're up for more, I'll make it ten each time."
The enormous temptation echoed inside Rosh's already-fried brain like a stuck record. Her consciousness had nearly blue-screened, but the last functioning process in her head automatically converted those gold coins into hot meals—steaming bread, crispy chicken legs, rich stew, savory meat pies, fluffy white rice—one dish after another rotating on a loop in her imagination.
So much food... all for just one use of her mouth!
The logic was simple. The deal was outrageous. And little by little, her rational mind began to slip. Her willpower wavered. Her mouth opened—uncertain if to reject or agree—and in her short-circuited mental state, she could only repeat the same word over and over:
"I, I, I, I…"
Ryuji found her nervous stammering cute. He dangled the pouch of gold beside her ear again, the soft clinking like a siren's whisper.
"Five gold a pop. And if it's just that… well, you're still technically keeping your virginity, aren't you?"
He was, of course, teasing. Rosh claimed she was an adult, sure—but her small frame and childish temperament made that hard to believe. No matter how desperate he got, he had no intention of actually laying a finger on her.
That body type? Zero appeal.
But just as he was about to end the joke and move on—
"If you don't stop, I'll call the guards."
A crisp, authoritative voice cut in.
Ryuji and Rosh turned toward the source and saw a female martial artist standing there, dressed in the same kind of battle outfit worn by Galina and Chobung. Her physique was well-proportioned—athletic, but not bulky—nearly textbook perfect.
Her face carried a calm, noble beauty, but her aura was razor-sharp. Even though she was clearly a woman, her presence made it hard to treat her like one.
"You…" Ryuji pointed at her, then gestured in the direction of Chobung's base.
The woman folded her arms and stood casually, eyes cold but steady. She answered what he had already suspected.
"I'm Sizki. You must be the newbie adventurer Chobung asked me to bring in. Let me be clear—he hired me for 15 gold to guide you. But if it turns out you're just some scumbag, I won't hesitate to leave your ass behind."
…So it was her.
Ryuji sighed and covered his face with one hand. Then, still half-amused, he reached down and ruffled Rosh's hair.
"Don't judge her by her size. She's an adult. And I was just teasing."
He grinned, tousling Rosh's head again.
"I mean, look at that short stature—can't say it does anything for me."
His words snapped Rosh out of her daze in an instant. She slapped his hand away and glared at him, eyes filled with rage.
"You bastard! You know I am short and still keep pushing my head down?! I'm gonna bite you to death!"
And she meant it. Before he could react, Rosh sank her teeth into his arm.
"AH—!"
He screamed in pain. The bite hurt—like flesh being ripped away—and in reflex, he lifted his arm… and to his surprise, Rosh's entire body came up with it.
She was so light!
"Are you part dog or something?!"
Ryuji shouted, reaching up and grabbing her by the hair, trying to pry her off.
"…Huh."
Sizki watched the scene unfold, shaking her head.
They didn't seem like they were in that kind of relationship. Honestly, they just looked ridiculous. Whatever was going on, she figured it was harmless enough.
But letting them go on like this wouldn't get anything done. So after watching the commotion for a bit, Sizki raised a hand.
"Alright, let's go. We've got a caravan to escort."
"Caravan?" Ryuji asked, still holding his arm.
"Yeah. Chobung didn't just ask me to guide you—he wants you to actually understand how adventurers live. You think it's just charging into forests with a sword? That's a quick way to get yourself killed."
Ryuji and Rosh exchanged a glance… and chose to follow this no-nonsense big sister figure.
As they walked toward the main road, Sizki began to explain the reality of being an adventurer.
"Despite the name, most adventurers aren't off chasing glory or saving princesses. They're just broke. Some want to get rich. Others have no home to go back to. So you've got lots of poor adventurers—fighting over scraps, sometimes even over a handful of gold."
She glanced around as they walked, then continued.
"Because of the monster population—especially goblins—villages constantly get raided. Sometimes they're looted. Sometimes slaughtered. So the villages put out quests to clear goblin nests. The pay's low, but the danger's not too high. Worst case, maybe you run into a minotaur. For most adventurers, these are the bread-and-butter gigs."
She went on, voice steady and factual.
"Also, since most trade caravans can't afford trained bodyguards, they hire adventurers. For rookies, escorting caravans is a great way to gain experience and earn some coin."
She pointed ahead to a caravan loaded with supplies.
"That's the one we'll be guarding."
Ryuji raised a brow.
"What about the adventurers who don't do goblin clearing or escort missions?"
Sizki flinched. Just slightly.
A shadow crossed her face, and she sighed.
"They're either dead… or—"
She pointed to the group of adventurers trailing behind the caravan.
They were all women.
And they were barely dressed.
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