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The mercenaries completed their mission overnight, dragging their heavy bodies to find an inn.

Inside the cradle of prosperity, the mercenaries entered the inn. A pretty woman caught their eyes.

Sitting at the counter, she seemed like the innkeeper.

No one would entrust money calculations to others. The person guarding the counter must be the owner.

The mercenaries exchanged glances. They communicated their intentions through eye contact.

Though tired and weary, none of them suggested resting.

“We should loosen up a bit.”

During the mission, they endured. Pent-up desires writhed within them.

Like a snake waking from hibernation, their desires raised their heads stiffly.

Keeping rice cakes in mind, they initiated a conversation. Since the innkeeper could be persuaded with money.

Simultaneously, they subtly hinted at making deals for multiple services.

However, the atmosphere felt odd. The innkeeper of the prosperous inn seemed unwilling to provide such services.

Though she likely understood, she only furrowed her brow in discomfort.

“Is she a novice?”

Unfamiliar with inn culture?

Or lacking experience to understand?

“Not quite.”

A child wiping tables appeared. She closely resembled the innkeeper guarding the counter.

It was evident they were mother and daughter.

“Married? If she had a husband, she wouldn’t be at the counter.”

“She must be a widow.”

The mercenaries were quick to pick up on Denise’s family situation.

“Actually, it’s better this way.”

Married women are different from widows; their flavors vary. Both have their unique appeal.

The mercenaries’ gazes briefly swept over Denise’s chest. Uncomfortable with the intrusive looks, Denise turned away.

“You know how to raise your value.”

Pretending not to like it, pretending not to know, pretending not to offer such services.

The mercenaries mistakenly believed they had the upper hand with Denise.

This wasn’t their first time. Dealing with a light-hearted innkeeper shouldn’t be challenging.

“Compared to street food… cooking is much easier.”

Despite their harsh expressions, showing enough money would quickly lead them to indulge in pleasures.

Thinking this way, the mercenaries ran their dry lips.

“Dyke?”

“What?”

At that moment, the innkeeper called out to a boy. He responded with a blunt face, seemingly annoyed by the situation.

“Could you chase these bastards away? Make sure they don’t dare show their faces here again.”

The mercenaries’ faces contorted.

“Is she crazy?”

Dyke, the boy they referred to, looked back at them. With a vacant expression, he now seemed disinterested.

“Even if she disrespects us, we must maintain our dignity.”

Having recently upgraded to the silver rank, protecting their pride was crucial.

Dyke scanned the mercenaries with his chubby face, observing each one carefully.

Then, he sighed and spoke.

“Why do these kinds of people keep coming back? Cockroaches?”

“Cockroaches? Did you just call us cockroaches?”

In the world of mercenaries, falling behind in dominance meant defeat.

They couldn’t retreat after Dyke’s provocation. Doing so would mean admitting defeat.

In the mercenaries’ minds, scenes of destroying Dyke played on repeat.

“We can’t lose to someone like him!”

Earning the silver rank in the Mercenary Guild wasn’t easy. They had their own struggles to achieve that status.

“Let’s kill that brat and utterly ruin that woman.”

They never considered losing to a boy smaller and weaker than themselves. Just worrying about it was a loss and a disadvantage.

The physical difference between them was significant.

“Do you know who we are?”

“We’re Eun-geup mercenaries, damn it!”

“Where, a country inn employee!”

Of course, there was no chance of the mercenaries winning.

—

NTR Tsukuru Yagem protagonist Dyke. A character existing to steal the heroine.

Not a handsome or charming character.

“If the NTR genre protagonist is an alpha male, that’s weird.”

If appearance had to be rated, he would score close to 6 to 7. Women with such tastes might even give him a second glance.

A pitiful and pathetic boy. Evoking sympathy when portrayed positively?

His frail physique accentuates his beta nature and nerdiness.

In short─.

Looks like a piece of shit. More accurately, looks incredibly weak.

“When our shoulders collide, I never feel like losing.”

Backing down in front of Dyke might feel shameful.

But if he has a girl by his side?

Those bastards who insult and curse without apologizing, even if they’re a dozen, will back off.

“So I understand you.”

I understand why the mercenaries are causing a ruckus at the inn. My dick is shedding tears of empathy.

Dyke’s first impression was clearly trash.

“But what should I do.”

I’m sorry for not being trash.

I’m sorry for looking different.

I kept apologizing to the mercenaries while throwing punches. My straight arm hits the hairy mercenary’s jaw accurately.

“Ow, it tickles.”

At the moment I perform a jaw surgery on him, his hairs brush against my fist wildly. It gives me goosebumps.

“Ugh….”

The spark in the hairy mercenary’s eyes fades away. He’s knocked out from the blow.

His heavy body collapses.

On the shiny floor, a mess of broth and filth, the mercenary’s body lies motionless.

“Damn it….”

Should have fought outside. Every time there’s a fight, chaos erupts inside the inn.

The mercenaries only worry about their friends, ignoring my concerns.

With puzzled faces, they mutter.

“How, how did this happen?”

“Guntha fell from one punch? From that weakling’s fist?!”

The chunky mercenary’s name was Guntha.

“Guntha’s descendants, I’m sorry.”

Apologizing to Guntha’s children, I strike with all my might.

Crack-!

“Screaaaam!”

With a fierce sound, Guntha screamed. It was a thin scream, unthinkable for a man of his size.

“He just peed. Has he turned into a woman already? Kids these days grow up fast.”

“…Is this crazy bastard!”

The mercenaries panic and shout.

“Guntha’s dick! It’s, it’s… disgusting….”

Guntha’s penis exploded. There’s no way he’s okay.

Blood dripped from Guntha’s member.

“Oh.”

Should’ve taken it outside. Why get excited and cause a scene here.

“Let’s go outside and settle this now.”

“……”

The mercenaries roll their eyes. The two exchange glances.

What should we do?

The sound of brains frying can be heard from here. Quite amusing.

“Where did your confidence go earlier?”

Denis sneers. Those guys who couldn’t grasp the situation and blabbered nonsense react too childishly.

“You bitch…!”

“Guntha, Guntha…!”

Continuously mumbling the name of the friend who fainted, they hesitate. If they’ll run, chase them; if they’ll fight, fight back.

I hope they do something.

“Aren’t you coming? Then I’ll go.”

Realized there’s no reason to wait.

Thud, thud-!

“Grrr!”

“Ugh! Damn it…!”

I charged towards the mercenaries, delivering blows to their abdomens one by one. They clutched their bellies as if struck in the womb and doubled over.

“…It hasn’t formed yet. Is it too early for a baby bump?”

The fierce mercenary work took place outside the inn. Thanks to that, I could avoid some cleaning.

—

“As expected, reliable.”

Immediately after driving out the mercenaries, Dennis brought me a cup of tea. He called it tea, but it was actually just water with ice.

“Not just once or twice… what’s all this about.”

“Thanks for handling them frequently. We don’t even have to deal with those trash.”

I drank the iced water Dennis handed me.

“Thanks to Dyke, things have become much easier.”

“Really? Well, that’s fortunate.”

“I don’t lie about these things. Especially not about my feelings.”

When I glanced at Dennis, he smiled back at me. Quite charming.

In a common inn, with a common landlady, among them was an illustrated character.

“It’s not for nothing that the hero party chose this place as their base.”

Blood rushes downstairs.

Unintentionally, I found myself staring at Dennis’s chest. A mature woman’s ample bosom filled my vision.

The size alone was overwhelming.

“Shall we do it tonight?”

I inadvertently revealed my emotions to Dennis. It was always like this.

Dennis would always catch on to my gaze like a ghost. I couldn’t hide my intentions from Dennis.

Considering I wasn’t very experienced, especially with Dennis, I was still quite immature.

“When you get down to it, are Dyke and I really that different?”

I shook my head vigorously. I almost took a hit to my self-esteem.

“No, I’m better.”

I decisively cut it off. Unlike Dyke, who would end up with a bad ending without the player’s help, I fulfilled my mission as a hero, forgetting about the rag heroine.

“How can they be the same? How can it be so similar?”

They were completely different. Dyke and I.

“Don’t feel like doing it today?”

“…No?”

“But why are you shaking your head like that?”

“Oh, it’s not because of that… it’s because of something else.”

I urgently denied it. I wanted to have sex with Dennis, and I quickly made my appeal.

Then Dennis chuckled.

“…Not possible right now, is it?”

“We can’t close the inn. We don’t know when customers might come.”

“…Hmph.”

“Hold on a little longer. Okay?”

Dennis patted my head and returned to the counter. Despite the unpleasantness of Dennis’s touch and scent, I ended up getting an erection.

The little pepper tented vigorously.

Clang, clang-.

“Pfft.”

Someone entered the inn, but I couldn’t get up.

Dennis knew why I was sitting awkwardly. He burst into laughter.

“Welcome!”

Lisa welcomed the guests in my place.

“…Finally…”

People wearing hoodies. There were three of them like the mercenaries earlier.

They ignored Lisa’s greeting and walked past her.

“….”

The three of them looked around the inn, then startled when they saw me sitting at the table.

“There you are.”

As one murmured, the other two’s gazes followed. Their heads turned.

The six eyes were fixed on me.

“Have the mercenaries I sent already turned into women?”

The question didn’t linger long. The women who had been staring at me abruptly turned their heads and headed for the counter.

They handed a leather pouch to Dennis, who was manning the counter. It looked hefty even at a glance.

“Rooms are separate. Pay a month’s rent in advance.”

“Welcome, valued customer.”

Long-term stay guests.

Dennis’s face lit up with a broad smile.

“It seems like I’ve seen it somewhere before.

The faces of women are strangely familiar.”