Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Investing Through the Status Window.

Episode 38: Viola (4).

The milk-jug mage studied late into the night. After all, during her stay in the city, what she needed to do was to advance in her magic.

Thinking about playing after work would make her just like everyone else. Just look at Group Leader Allen. From the first day, he hadn’t taken a break and had been working hard continuously.

‘So I too must work hard, even hard…er….’

“- Ah ah ah ah.”

…However, the problem was the loud moaning sounds coming from all directions every night. Whether it was the intense shaking on the bed or the thumping noises, it was complete chaos.

Amidst the chaos that unfolded every night, the milk-jug mage tried to concentrate by even covering her ears and staring intently at her book, but her gaze just couldn’t move on to the next sentence.

Although the moaning sounds had now stopped, her mind was still a mess filled with wanton thoughts.

If she hadn’t known about sex, she might have thought, “Humans are disgusting,” and focused back on her magic book…, but now her body had learned the taste of a man’s penis.

Of course, after that day, as if by some agreement, the two acted as if nothing had happened. Every time she saw him, she felt a warmth in her lower abdomen and a tickling sensation in her nipples, but she never showed it. …Somehow, it felt like she had to act that way.

However, the body was honest. It was still that unforgettable, ecstatic pleasure. She understood why mercenaries sang about sex every day… That tremendous sensation remained in her body like an indelible scar.

…Honestly, it wasn’t that she didn’t feel a bit disappointed. After all, he was the man to whom she gave her precious first time. …Yet, she understood his attitude. He had to maintain his cool as the leader of the mercenary group.

And after that day, her admiration for him grew even more. Sometimes, she would spend the whole night awake, thinking about him. …And his enormous manhood, as well, would come to mind… She wanted to deny it, but as a mage who venerated logic, it was an undeniable fact.

In fact, she even harbored the sly hope that maybe, just maybe, there would be another chance… Though it never came to fruition.

“I’m acting like a fool. Eugh… Why am I like this, really….”

The wise mage, who revered logic and adhered to rules, became emotional only when it came to issues that had to do with the group leader. …It was funny how that didn’t change even though she knew it, really.

She tightly closed her eyes and lightly tapped her forehead over the spellbook.

‘I’m not this kind of woman. I’m not this kind of woman….’

The milk-jug mage got up, closed the spellbook with a thud, and went to lie down on the bed, intending just to fall asleep like that.

But her body was already in heat. Her mind was fuzzy, and her groin itched.

…The milk-jug mage recalled what the muscular woman had said a long time ago.

“- Eugh, it’s so annoying. Do you think anything changes by letting cobwebs form down there?”

“- If you keep it in, it’ll only make you sick. You know?”

“- Instead of groaning about it, it’s a hundred times better to just have a quick fuck and cleanly forget all about it.”

The clever milk-jug mage thought.

‘- After all, no one sees when you do it alone, so there’s no worry about losing face. Rather than suffering each time, it’s more efficient to just do it quickly and go to sleep satisfied. Masturbation is a natural phenomenon.’

She poured out a stream of rational reasons for masturbation. …In fact, more than anything else, she had held back for too long.

……Now, since we’ll be departing in two days…….

The milk-jug mage, while repeatedly telling herself that she was not originally this kind of woman, stripped off her lower garments.

After all, she had already seen and learned how to comfort herself alone several times. How many times had she experienced the muscular woman’s noisy masturbation show?

‘…I’m, really, not this kind of woman….’

She never thought she would masturbate, which she deemed only a vile woman would do. …And to imagine the same object while doing it.

Her pretty, slender fingers brushed over her already sticky pussy.

“Ugh….”

In her mind, a scene from her memories automatically replayed.

The naked Group Leader Allen, with his monstrous penis erect, approached her—.

“…Allen. Allen…!”

The milk-jug mage softly called out the name of the group leader she admired while fingering herself.

It didn’t take long for her to reach the climax. Fluid dripped out. But that was all. It was a shallow climax. Rather, it was so insubstantial it almost evaporated.

At the same time, shame surged in. To desecrate the name of Group Leader Allen in such a filthy manner… It wrapped around her entire body like the guilt of having raped someone.

Still, the urgent fire had been put out. The boiling lust from below had quieted down somewhat. With this, she could hold on for a while longer.

The milk-jug mage wiped her groin with a wet cloth, briskly cleaned herself, and after hastily picking up and putting on her discarded lower garments, she lay down on the bed.

……Turning towards the wall and curling up, she strangely found herself thinking more desperately of Allen, the group leader.

Arriving at the station early in the morning, the attention poured onto Viola and her mercenary group was immense. The gazes, especially directed at Viola, the top ten group leader, were not without awe.

Naturally, various group leaders, positioned at the very top of the mercenary world, fawned over Viola, hoping to catch her eye even once.

“Isn’t that Group Leader Viola—!”

“You must have had a tough time coming all the way here.”

“The honor of being with the group leader has kept me up at night. What can I say?”

Viola responded with a light smile and brief answers, just enough to engage. She knew that a mix of appropriate mystery and interaction was the wisest approach. Hadn’t she already seen several instances where being too aloof led to isolation?

After briefly greeting the other leaders, she scanned the surroundings… because she hadn’t yet met the most important person.

Then, not too far away, she spotted a man hesitating as if debating whether to approach… not by his face, but by the astonishing number reflected in his eyes.

…Indeed, she hadn’t seen it wrong before. It wasn’t a dream, either.

The young man seemed to have made up his mind and walked briskly towards Viola. Of course, she pretended not to notice, continuing to exchange trivialities with those around her.

“…Group Leader Viola. How have you been?”

“Ah, Group Leader Allen. It’s been a while.”

A greeting that felt somehow different from all the others exchanged before. Everyone hushed their voices and watched the two of them… There were even some who gave scrutinizing looks, trying to figure out who this man named Allen was.

“Are you well-prepared? The dungeon isn’t exactly a walk in the park.”

“I’ve prepared in my way.”

“That’s good to hear. I believe you’ve prepared well. It will probably be a good experience.”

“Thank you for saying so.”

“We still have some time before we depart, so please wait.”

“Yes. Then….”

After Allen left, the people around them started inquiring who he was. Viola simply offered a faint smile and, instead of answering, excused herself from the spot.

Following her like a shadow, the temporary captain Alex whispered quietly.

“So, that’s the man. The one from the Allen-Mercenary Group.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know he was such a handsome man.”

“…Is that so? Well, he does look a bit lively.”

She was not quite used to words such as pretty or handsome, so she phrased her response cautiously.

“What does it matter if the mercenary group leader is handsome or not? …What’s important is the skill.”

“Still, if the skills are similar, isn’t it better to be handsome?”

“…It just attracts flies and is rather unimpressive.”

“Don’t you get some benefits, though?”

When Viola glanced at Alex, he smiled smoothly and slightly raised both hands above his shoulders as a sign of surrender.

“I’ll stop.”

The two approached the representative of the city lord and checked the list of the arrived mercenary groups. With the arrival of the final mercenary group, all twelve groups had gathered. It was a large-scale assembly, with the number of people easily exceeding a hundred.

“Everyone, board—!”

Following the signal from the representative, each mercenary group boarded the carriage assigned to them. The city lord’s representative offered Viola to join him in his carriage, but she declined, saying that there were many new members joining her for the first time on this mission, and she felt she should spend some time with them… Hearing this, the city lord’s representative could no longer insist.

As Group Leader Viola boarded the carriage with her members, the chatter abruptly stopped. She lightly smiled as she scanned the faces of the tense members.

“What’s with all the tension? Is this your first time as mercenaries? You’re not greenhorns, so stop being so nervous.”

Most of them were grouped into second or third units, so it was their first expedition with Viola. Naturally, they were bound to be nervous. After all, she was the leader of one of the top ten mercenary groups.

Among them, only the middle-aged Perry, who naturally moved down from the first team to the second team due to his age, had the leisure to laugh out loud. After all, he had been partnered with her for quite some time.

“It’s been a long time, Group Leader.”

“Indeed. I hope your batting hasn’t gotten rusty?”

“Well, honestly, it’s not like the old days, but I can still smash a fool’s skull in one hit.”

“That’s a relief.”

He laughed foolishly and then casually remarked,

“I went to see this Group Leader Allen I had heard recommendations about, and wow, he was incredibly handsome.”

Then, the acting captain, Alex, elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a hint.

“Ah—no.”

Viola found his awkwardly laughing behavior even more irritating.

She wanted to say it was not because of his face but because his number was 522 that she recommended him.

…However, she must endure. Only by enduring could she protect him…

‘Just moderately handsome, that man…!’

Why did he have to look like that? It was causing people to misunderstand.

Viola’s head throbbed just from imagining what damned rumors those mercenaries might spread next.