Chapter 112: Not done yet

[Moving to the Neutral Zone]

We had cleared the dungeon, but instead of returning to reality, we found ourselves in a colorless, empty space.

"Senior! We did it!"

"You worked hard, Sarika."

"Senior, you were amazing."

It was a bit awkward.

"I’m sorry for underestimating you as a D-class."

"No, it happens."

Isolde was intently staring at her smartphone.

"We’re in trouble."

"Why?"

"Ren saved me, but I’m getting spammed because I didn’t ’service’ him."

"You seem calm despite that."

"I know how to handle perverts. Pink Sol is an NTR fairy, after all."

"..."

What? They really want me to suck and lick?

"Just pretend near my neck. Hold me like this, with your upper body out of the frame. Sarika, please take a photo."

"Uh, huh? Okay."

"..."

As I leaned forward and approached, Isolde wrapped her arms around my neck, pretending to be my lover.

"This happened because you guys didn’t protect me."

Isolde sucked the back of her hand near my neck.

This too seemed a bit erotic.

"Take a look at the senior’s sturdy body and broad shoulders. It’s said that when a woman is embraced by a man like this, it’s simply over, right? You could never achieve that with your protruding bellies."

Oddly enough, there is no abyssal chat.

"Chu. Chu... Senior. I love kissing with you."

"...Am I kissing you?"

Lol, indeed.

You’ve been caught not being into NTR.

– [Laughing] He’s so honest.

"...."

"...."

Isolde stared at me intently.

"...Not this. Shall I embrace you instead? Would that do?"

She had said it would be over if embraced by ’a man like this.’

Unexpectedly, I tightly hugged Isolde.

The soft sensation of her breasts enveloped my body.

"Hu-uh!?"

Isolde leaped up and stood rigidly.

"Why?"

Firmly holding her...

"...Ah... Ah... For real... What happens when we hug?"

The chat window updated at a terrifying speed.

There are now 5,000 viewers.

"...Truly... What if we hug?"

"Isn’t it this?"

This time, I lovingly nuzzled the neck of everyone’s idol, Pink Sol.

"Heavens! It truly feels... No, we shouldn’t!"

What the hell? Where am I touching?

We can’t!

Please leave Sol alone! Ahhhhh!!!

"To think of letting go when it feels so good like this."

Is this a sensation?

I embrace and caress everyone’s idol, Pink Sol.

"I said it’s not right... Ah... Ugh, the scent is unbearable."

Through a heartfelt hug, the counter surged to 800 coins.

"Is this enough now?"

"...."

Isolde, now released, nodded with a flushed face.

But are we really in first place?

In the neutral zone, there was one more person who had arrived before us.

Quintia, the daughter of the Sword Master, was rumored to be worth a whopping 100 million coins as a ransom.

First place had already slipped from our grasp.

I had thought we woke up quite early, but reality proved otherwise.

"Does she always go alone?"

"Ah, yes... She responds only briefly, even when I try to talk to her."

I don’t know just how remarkable the Sword Master’s reputation is.

The fact that she had the same Crimson Eye as me was oddly unsettling.

Would she be thinking the same?

’...Ah. Our eyes met.’

However, Quintia merely showed a faint interest in me before turning her head away.

She didn’t approach us first.

It would be somewhat odd to go and initiate a conversation.

[Entering the next dungeon in 600 seconds]

This isn’t over yet.

Are we proceeding to the next dungeon with the current members?

Isolde and Sarika clung to me as if they were following my lead.

"Would you like a drink?"

I took out a bottle of water from my crossbody bag.

"Thank you, senior."

"I’ll enjoy the drink."

"Did you turn off the broadcast?"

"Yes."

Off-air, Isolde is quite demure.

"I apologize for making things awkward, even though it’s just an act. It’s a talent that requires doing so to be helpful."

"No, I went too far as well. I’m sorry."

"Don’t apologize; I’ll clip it later and upload it to YouTube."

"Make sure to distribute the profits fairly."

NTR streamer Pink Sol.

Where does business end, and where does talent begin?

It’s astonishing that there was another base talent that could rival that of a Fleshlight Collector.

*Gulp, gulp...*

Sol filled her belly with the water I gave her and wiped her mouth.

"Please be the regular alpha male on Pink Sol TV."

"Don’t pretend to hold on to a man like that, even if it’s just an act."

"The NTR streaming talent can’t help but be like this. You know this well, Senior Ren."

It’s a truly detestable talent.

"Are you playing the role of a boyfriend?"

"I prefer seniors who are handsome and trustworthy, if I had a choice."

*Sigh...*

Even if I tell her not to do that,

As a Fleshlight Collector, I’m amassing Fleshlights due to my unique talent, so speaking about it wouldn’t make a difference.

"Have you ever asked someone else to do this for you?"

"No, I only awakened this talent a month ago."

A month ago...

That’s around the time I became possessed by Lustbound.

"I created a virtual boyfriend and entertained viewers while receiving donations, but my collaboration with Senior Ren was a huge success."

"Ah, you mean when you linked arms with your friend’s older brother... that one?"

"Yes. That’s when the direction of my channel became clear."

"Alright. I’ll seize the opportunity and help you."

I decided to become her alpha male.

"Just don’t do this with anyone else."

"So, are you planning to monopolize everyone’s idol, Pink Sol, like this?"

"It doesn’t matter. I’m not a regular streamer; I’m an NTR streamer."

She unabashedly flaunts her boyfriend.

But wouldn’t it be alright for her to be lovey-dovey with me?

Could acting eventually turn into genuine feelings?

"I have something to tell you as well."

I briefly explained the characteristics of the "Fleshlight Collector":

the ability to grant buffs to the women in the party,

the power to capture magical creatures and transform them into Fleshlights.

"I actually managed to turn a yeti into a Fleshlight and collected two of them."

"..."

Sarika was too embarrassed to speak. Instead of showing them in detail, I put them back into the Fleshlight pouch.

"So, don’t be surprised if a magical creature spews out something bizarre and collapses."

"Understood, senior."

"Though I’m a D-class, I managed to bring down B-class yetis effortlessly, transforming them into Fleshlights. Quite impressive, huh?"

"Yeah, it seems I’ve been underestimated a bit."

Now it was Sarika’s turn.

"What’s your talent, Sarika?"

"Pardon?"

"We didn’t have time to discuss it earlier since we were in a hurry."

"Ah, well, I can use the ’Storm of Swordsmanship’..."

"Oh, wow..."

That’s cool.

"It’s a good talent, but embarrassingly, my skills aren’t up to par... I haven’t been able to fully unleash my potential."

"You’re only a first-year student. Your growth potential is boundless."

"Yes...! I want to master the Storm of Swordsmanship during this upcoming competition."

One is a lascivious, decadent streamer.

Isn’t the other a shimmering first-year student, seemingly plucked from a painting?

"Ren, your gaze towards Sarika seems quite different."

"Rather than a quirky streamer who suddenly demands to be with an ’alpha’ male, I find a gentle and adorable girl like Sarika to be more endearing."

"Oh? Is that flirting? Are you trying to seduce an innocent girl with your handsome face and play with her?"

"..."

Considering Sarika’s ears are blushing crimson, this is no joke.

I realize anew that, since my transformation, the threshold for women’s affection the minimum to feel fondness has significantly lowered.

It’s time to forget the memories of my unattractive past, but sometimes they still surge up.

’I wouldn’t have known this feeling had I been born this way.’

The more I contemplate how effortlessly I gain affection now,

the more I can’t help but let out hollow laughter.

"Aren’t you hungry? We’ll be facing the next dungeon soon; what should we eat to quickly fill our stomachs?"

I take out an energy bar, split it in half, and give it to both of them.

I simply grab a new one for myself and eat it.

"Thank you, senior."

"Thank you for the meal."

*Munch, munch.*

The two adorable juniors eat with gusto.

It’s satisfying to provide them with food.

Before entering the next dungeon, the female warrior from the rebel faction who had helped us arrived.

"Whew!"

It’s Hilaria.

A little over 170 cm tall? She appeared impressive even from a distance, truly embodying the essence of a female warrior.

However, upon seeing her face up close, she had more of a youthful, first-year student vibe than I initially thought.

Does she have red hair as well?

It’s not the same washed-out peachy red as Quintia’s, but rather a deep, lush red hue with gray eyes.

Her height was matched by her impressive chest and buttocks.

"Hila!"

Sarika approaches her first and speaks.

"Thank you. I managed to escape safely thanks to you."

"How about our rebel leader, Isolde?"

The first-year students greet each other warmly, smiling and laughing.

As I take a step back, Hilaria glances at me and scratches her head.

"Uh, a D-ranked senior? You’re quite skilled! I saw you in action again."

"When did you see that?"

"I saw it at first. The pounding, pounding, pounding, as it broke through the siege."

I had managed to witness it while fighting with that Deherit.

"I am Ren Asahi, a Grade D senior."

"You’re part of the same rebel group, right? Hehe. Imperial soldiers, let’s make them regret it."

"Yes."

It’s my first time meeting this junior, but somehow it feels like we’re getting along well.

I held hands tightly with Hila.