Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Otherworld Cheat Harem.

Episode 73: Treasure (1)

The sun rose. The birds woke up in response to the morning sun. It sounded like the harmony of angels.

‘…Am I alive?’

He struggled to open his eyes and looked out the window. Warm sunlight spilled over the window and flooded the room.

Despite having just woken from sleep, he managed to steady his trembling legs and got up, gathering his underwear and pants from the floor.

Seoyoon, who had been sleeping beside him, seemed to wake up at the rustling sounds and began to murmur.

“Mm… Where are you going?”

“You’re awake? Sleep a bit more.”

“Yaaaaawn. No, I want to get up too.”

As she got up, she immediately clung to Dojin like a snake. The moment her soft touch reached him, Dojin felt a slight fear.

‘Ah… I should have just left right away…’

He had been careful to avoid this, but he shivered as he felt her hand slipping into his pants.

Perhaps thinking it was a signal of pleasure, Seoyoon promptly pulled down his pants and underwear.

Exposing his limp member and testicles that had been thoroughly used, Seoyoon began to fondle them as if telling him to get it up quickly.

“What are you doing?”

“Well… I’m tired.”

“I’m tired too.”

Despite having ejaculated continuously just three hours ago, his member seemed to have recovered in that short time, slowly swelling at Seoyoon’s touch.

Seeing it grow, Seoyoon firmly grabbed the dangling sack below and began to gently knead it.

Feeling the cold touch, his baby factory started to overheat, producing even more semen.

Realizing it was an unavoidable disaster, Dojin attempted to negotiate.

“…Once.”

“Three times.”

“…Twice.”

“Four times.”

“Why does it keep increasing?”

Dojin was startled as he watched Seoyoon continuously increase the count. After being squeezed out so much last night… At this rate, he was bound to faint from malnutrition.

Seoyoon lightly took his length into her mouth, intending to extract semen as a quick substitute for breakfast. Having done this countless times, her oral skills had improved to an absurd degree—by now, she was practically a semen-extracting machine.

In the end, Dojin was only released after producing five fresh loads of semen.

“Leader? Are you okay?”

“No, it’s hard.”

Orion asked upon seeing my trembling legs. I briefly tightened my thighs to steady them and stop the shaking.

“Whew… Still, I can’t show weakness in front of someone I’m meeting for the first time today.”

“Don’t worry about that. They’re my friends. They’ll handle it well.”

“Really?”

“Oh, here it is.”

Orion said, pointing to a shop. From the outside, it didn’t look like a forge at all.

There was no signboard, nor was anything displayed.

A shop that seemed destined to fail. Orion, upon entering, immediately called out to summon the shop owner.

“Ahem, dwarf! Are you there?”

“Oh, pointy ears. You managed not to die?”

A voice came from inside the shop. It was a woman’s voice, growing closer. However, the owner’s face was not yet visible.

“Ugh.”

Then, from below the shop’s display counter, a woman with red hair suddenly jumped up. She was wearing overalls that came up to her chest, but aside from the overalls, she wore nothing underneath.

Her breasts, large enough to rival Orion’s despite her small stature, jiggled.

‘Wow… what on earth?’

Exaggerating a bit, it seemed like half of her body was her chest. Did she notice my intense gaze? She looked at me with displeasure.

“What are you looking at? Never seen a dwarf before?”

“…Dwarf?”

“Please don’t bother our leader too much.”

“Leader? Is he an elf? He looks human no matter how you see it.”

“Didn’t I mention it? I switched to being an adventurer.”

“How could I know that when I don’t even know if you’re dead or alive?”

She said that and crossed her arms. Usually, one would cross their arms under their chest, but her breasts were so large that her arms rested on top of them.

“So? Why are you here?”

“What do you think one comes to a blacksmith for?”

“As you know, I only take regular customers.”

“I’ll clear an old debt, so please do me a favor.”

“…Friend or not, I don’t sell my weapons to those without qualifications.”

Seeing her snort, I was hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia. The elderly with beards I saw as a child often took on such appearances.

Of course, as I grew older, those people gradually disappeared.

In an era of science where even the most skilled individuals couldn’t match mass-produced goods from factories, artisans had no choice but to set aside their pride.

Having frequently encountered the few artisans from a young age, I knew very well how to turn their hearts. Especially if it was a swordsmith.

“Test me.”

“What?”

“That qualification… test me. No, rather, I’m curious. Whether your sword suits my level.”

“What did you say?”

“Le-Leader?”

The atmosphere changed. Craftsmen usually had considerable pride in their skills. Even though the world had changed, such things had not.

I encouraged her a little more.

“Here… I happen to have money to buy equipment.”

Thud. I placed a pouch full of gold coins on the table. It was an amount similar to what I spent buying a mansion.

Her eyes slightly trembled at the sight of the money, but she wasn’t someone who would be swayed by money alone. That’s a relief. If such people were pretending to be craftsmen, I would have refused on my side.

“If you pass the test, I’ll make you a sword. If you fail, I take everything.”

“Don’t regret it.”

With a nod, she immediately took my pouch of gold coins.

No, take it if you win the match…

Before I could argue, she went inside and spoke to me.

“Follow me.”

Rustina’s workshop.

A forge operated by three generations, at least the most traditional in this city.

Naturally, being the best in the city, Rustina’s pride as an artisan was also the highest in the city.

“Leader, maybe you should apologize now…”

“Why?”

“Well, you don’t know what she’ll use as a test.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Dojin waved his hand dismissively and looked at Rustina. Among the old, proud craftsmen, some just wanted to make impossible tasks to mess with others, but she didn’t seem to be that kind.

It would be something close to impossible, but not impossible. It was obvious she would present such a task.

And Dojin achieved several feats that no one else in this world had accomplished. If he were to be scared of something like this now, how could he have overcome the adversities he faced until now?

“Here, take this.”

Rustina, who came inside, handed Dojin an old straight sword. The blade wasn’t damaged, but the worn handle indicated that the sword was quite old.

After confirming that Dojin held the sword, Rustina appeared from inside with a large round steel shield. She then covered her body with the shield and spoke.

“Cut the shield.”

“…What?”

“Didn’t you hear? I said, cut the shield.”

Rustina scolded Dojin as if questioning why he wasn’t cutting it already. Dojin, holding the sword, stared blankly at the shield and replied incredulously.

“It’ll get damaged.”

“Hmph, are you planning to harm the craftsman who will make your sword?”

“And to begin with, how am I supposed to cut such a shield with this sword?”

“Then it means you aren’t worthy of wielding my sword.”

“…Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be?”

Dojin understood her intent. She was testing his skills.

Whether he was an expert who didn’t rely on equipment, able to cut through a shield even with a cheap sword, and at the same time, whether he was a swordsman who could cut only what he wanted to.

If he applied too much force and cut both her and the shield, he wouldn’t receive the equipment. Because the person making it would be dead. But if he swung with too little force, he wouldn’t be able to cut the shield.

Watching this from the side, Orion intervened as if questioning their sanity.

“No, Leader. Are you really planning to do this?”

“Of course.”

“Rustina! Stop playing such pranks, and…”

“Prank? Say one more word and we’re done. Pointy ears.”

Orion was greatly shocked by their antics. It was a battle of pride between two masters.

Dojin, who achieved greatness with the sword, and Rustina, who spread her fame as a dojo master, were in a prideful duel.

A duel between two masters, so overwhelming that it could pierce even the lofty sky, was bound to end only when one of them broke.

“I’m doing it. Don’t move.”

“Hmph. Don’t worry and strike down.”

“Wait, Leader?!”

Even Orion, who learned skills specialized in killing, never learned how to cut through a steel shield. She only learned techniques to target exposed ankles.

So, within her common sense, cutting through a shield cleanly with a sword like that was impossible.

Dojin raised his sword. The preparation of his body and mind was already complete before he lifted the sword. He lightly exhaled and brought the sword down in a slash.

Sling. Dojin lightly sheathed his sword. Moments later, the shield split in two.

“…Impressive.”

Rustina, who had been pressed tightly against her shield, marveled at Dojin’s swordsmanship as he cut through the shield without leaving so much as a scratch on her.

It was just a few millimeters. Even a master who trained with the sword for a lifetime would find measuring that gap extremely difficult.

‘Is he a genius…?’

She looked at Dojin. A human, barely in his twenties, reaching such a level at such a young age.

“…Hey, pointy ears.”

“R-Rustina! Are you okay?”

“Shut up, that thing. Where did you pick it up?”

“Pick it up, what do you mean…?”

A sword realizes its value by meeting an excellent swordsman.

A dojo realizes the value of life only after meeting such a swordsman.

“That… can’t you give it to me?”

“No.”

Orion narrowed her eyes. Just where did she think she was about to smear her spit?1

Dojin and Rustina went up to Rustina’s private room on the second floor to discuss the details of the sword they desired.

“So, the length is…”

“Hmm, then the thickness should be about this much…”

“Can’t you make it shorter?”

“It will get heavier.”

“Then change the material…”

It was the first time she had invited someone to her room. Even when other guests came, she would exchange a few words at the counter on the first floor and then promptly kick them out…

‘That thieving cat…’

Orion looked into Rustina’s eyes. Her gaze was not just that of someone looking at a customer. It was the gaze of a hungry predator, long isolated and yearning.

Dojin seemed oblivious, but from a third-party perspective, Orion could clearly see it.

“Leader? If you’ve ordered everything, shall we go now?”

“It’s not over yet.”

“…What?”

“If this workshop is good at making swords, can you also make armor or gauntlets well?”

“Hmm, making those is also my specialty.”

“Really? Then I’d like to order those too…”

“Aha, then I’ll need to take measurements.”

Rustina looked at Dojin with sparkling eyes. Now, Orion seemed to be out of her consideration.

“Inside…”

“Rustina?”

“…What is it, elf?”

“Can I get measured too? I happen to need light armor.”

“Hmph, I don’t make armor for elves. Why don’t you try the leather workshop next door?”

“…Ah, is that so? Then can I measure the Leader?”

“No. As a craftsman, I must measure him myself.”

The moment the expert’s authority was asserted, there was nothing she could do. Even Dojin was nodding at her words.

At this rate, she would be outpaced by that little beast. Though she and Rustina were close enough to share a bean, they weren’t close enough to share everything else.

“Shall we measure here then?”

It was her last stand. She couldn’t yield this. It seemed Rustina knew this well, as she didn’t attempt to cross this line.

“Alright, just wait a moment. I’ll get the tape measure.”

While Rustina disappeared, Orion gave Dojin a warning.

“Uh, Leader?”

“What?”

“…Be careful. Got it?”

“What should I be careful about?”

Dojin met Orion’s eyes, sparkling with curiosity. Perhaps he could be persuaded. Orion quickly conveyed the danger she posed to Dojin.

“You see, that dwarf… Once she sets her sights on something, she never lets go. She’s so fickle that she might just stab you if you accept her advances too easily.”

“…That’s it?”

“Huh? No, there’s more, but…”

Dojin, who had been gazing at her intently, tilted his head as if something was amiss, then assured her he understood and would be cautious.

Whether he truly understood her warning was uncertain, but it was certainly better than doing nothing.

A moment later, Rustina returned with the tape measure, stood before Dojin, and murmured with a hum.

“You’re tall, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t that Dojin was particularly tall; it was that she was small. But he didn’t bother to voice that. As it stood, extending her hand would only result in measuring his hip size.

Realizing this, Rustina promptly seated Dojin in a chair, and not stopping there, climbed onto his lap.

“Ugh?”

“Stay still. It’ll get messed up if you move.”

Dojin was at a loss for words, enveloped by the large breasts that pressed against his face—breasts as ample as Orion’s.

A quintessentially fantastical sight, the excessively large breasts on her small frame, despite her petite stature, elicited a reaction from Dojin.

And observing this scene, Orion watched intently.

TL/N: A Korean idiom meaning “trying to claim something as yours” or “staking a claim.” ↩️