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Chapter 50: Porter With a Suspicious
"Ugh...♥ Aahhh..."
As I said, I kept Cecil close and had sex with her until the date changed.
I counted at first, but I gave up halfway through.
Only the countless condoms scattered around Cecil could tell the story of how intense the sex was.
Even after I pulled out, Cecil kept her legs spread wide, as if she were still being thrust into. She caught her breath, excited.
"It's about time to go."
I felt the dawn air filling the room with the thick scent of sex.
Covered in sweat, I drank water and turned to Cecil.
"Cecil, I'm going out for a bit."
"Okay..."
She still looks like she's wandering in a blissful dream.
While I'm away...
Cecil will have to protect the workshop alone.
I hope she never cries again, thinking she's useless.
I want her to greet me with a smile when I return.
That's why, even though we had so much sex, I never ejaculated inside her.
"I irresponsibly cum inside other women's vaginas all the time...."
I have a strong desire to cherish Cecil.
It might not be the right thing to say after going through dozens of condoms in one night, but....
Anyway, I hope she won't be lonely anymore.
"I'll be back before nightfall tomorrow."
I leave the workshop.
Before sunrise, I bathe at the bathhouse and head to the meeting place.
Cren is already waiting in front of the guild.
"Taeyang."
"Hey."
Cren smiles faintly and turns his head.
He must be feeling complicated, thinking about what we have to do today.
He trusts the twin sisters as much as he trusts anyone.
"Is Cecil doing well?"
My dick reacts at the mention of Cecil's name.
I was just thrusting into Cecil's pussy and enjoying her cuteness.
I feel sorry for Cren, who's a step too late.
"I put her to sleep. Don't worry."
"Is she healthy?"
He's being annoying.
"She's healthy enough to beg for more..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"She's healthy enough to beg for food."
"Is... is that so?"
Cren's facial muscles twitch.
Did he imagine something bad?
He wants to show Cren how much Cecil loves his dick, but...
"Not yet."
Cecil's training isn't finished.
Also, no one knows if my relationship with Cren will remain amicable after today's events.
"Taeyang, as promised, when it's over, Cecil..."
"Yeah, I'll send her back."
I say something I don't mean.
"Cecil herself wants to go back. Cren, it's probably because of you."
"... Cecil."
"I believe you now. At least you are innocent."
"It's not just me. There must be some misunderstanding. Let's get to the bottom of it today, Taeyang."
"Sure."
Misunderstanding my ass?
I'll make them confess everything with repentant dick thrusts.
Sona, who hates it when people are late, shows up to the meeting place last.
"Ah, this is annoying. I got mud on my new shoes."
She's fuming as if she had stepped in a puddle on the way there.
"What are you doing? Let's go, Cren."
"Okay."
I thought the leader would say something, but he just lets it go.
It would be awkward for me to point it out now.
"She's a malicious, spoiled brat."
How much of her life has she lived as she pleased, relying on her pretty face?
At least her sister seems apologetic, but Sona is too self-absorbed.
"Here, this is my luggage."
I take the backpacks that Sona and Lena hand me.
They're quite heavy.
"Why did you both bring so much stuff?"
Cren asks.
"Huh? They're just big; they're not that heavy. It's gloomy today, so I packed some extra clothes."
"That's right..."
"Extra clothes?"
"I packed a lot of underwear, too, so don't open it."
"Ah, I won't!"
Is this it for clothes?
One backpack feels like it weighs about one Elizabeth.
Sona smiles at me.
"You can carry this much, right?"
"Well, yeah."
This weight is nothing to me.
I just find it strange that small, slender female adventurers carry backpacks this heavy.
Or maybe....
"Has it started?"
Shameless bitches.
I'll make you regret being pretty.
I'm leaving Isil with Cren's party.
It's been a while since I've come this far searching for slaves to sell quickly.
The endless grassland makes me feel like I'm drifting on a green ocean.
I see something wandering on the grassland.
"As expected, there are many in the early morning. Shells. Prepare for battle."
"Shells?"
Sona and Lena stand in front of me and say.
"Porter, step back. You might get hurt."
I naturally took a step back.
I had taken on the role of porter so that I wouldn't get involved in the fight and cause trouble.
I had absolutely no idea what I was doing in this world.
Now it's become clear.
"Let's go!"
The things they called "shells" were mindless orcs.
At first, I thought they were people standing blankly in the grassland, but knowing their true identity makes them even creepier.
Their skin is as white as if bleached, their eyes are vacant, and they stand there with their mouths open, groaning like zombies.
I can't sense any free will in them.
Cren called them shells.
The shells became aggressive as soon as we approached.
Cren drew his two-handed sword and effortlessly cut the charging orc in half.
"Sir Cren! You're so cool!"
Lena exclaimed, jumping up and down at the sight.
"Lena, focus! They're coming from the side, too!"
"I'll protect Sis!"
As expected of a group that has worked together for a long time, the three of them quickly and accurately divide their roles.
Cren steps forward to confront the enemies. Sona starts concentrating, seemingly to cast magic, while Lena protects the defenseless Sona.
Wielding a needle-like sword that suits her physique, Lena moves nimbly and stabs the shells' vital points.
"Master said he was the last orc of the Empire."
These shells don't seem to be alive.
But they attack living people, so they can't be considered dead either.
Looking at the other adventurer parties nearby, I realize that cleaning up these "shells" is the main task of adventurers.
They all look familiar with it, tired and fed up.
"Hey! Hat!"
Meanwhile, Cren's prowess stands out.
His strength and stamina are incredible.
He cuts down the shells as if they were vegetables and collects the fragments that come out of their bodies as spoils of war.
After the battle, I, the porter, am handed those spoils.
"Taeyang, hold onto this."
"Don't lose them. They're our livelihood."
"I collected eight, too."
They're not heavy, but they're unsettling.
Is it because I'm thinking of Master?
Even though they're different from living orcs, it feels strange to see what used to be orcs being swept away as if they were being cleaned up.
But that feeling only lasts for a moment.
Just as zombies can't be considered the same as living people, these shells only resemble orcs in appearance; their actions are no different from those of zombies.
We hunt for a while, and around sunrise, we set up camp and eat.
"How did we do?"
Sona asks.
"You were amazing. There was no room for me to step in."
"Of course. We've been working together for so long, haven't we, Cren?"
"That's right...."
Lena glances at me and says,
"But today, I think we fought more comfortably than usual, thanks to Mr. Taeyang. It's not heavy to walk anymore."
"That's right."
Cren is out of it.
If he's so obvious, how am I supposed to carry out my plan?
Still, it's convenient having a reliable porter. It's better than when Cecilia was here."
"Cecilia?"
"She was here before Mr. Taeyang."
"Really? What was she like?"
"Well, she fought decently, but I guess we didn't click. She left, after all."
"She left?"
Lena nods.
"Yes, after we crossed the gate… while Sir Cren was looking away for a moment, she disappeared somewhere."
"Our money disappeared with her at the time, so we thought she might have run away with it."
"There's no way Cecil would do that."
This time, Cren intervenes.
"I'm not saying she did. I'm saying she might have."
"That's…."
Cren shuts his mouth.
A comrade who suddenly disappeared without a word, missing money….
Sona and Lena's suspicions seem reasonable at first glance.
If you don't know the truth….
"But…."
I open my mouth.
"Still, she's a former comrade, isn't it a bit much to suspect her right away?"
"…."
"…."
Sona and Lena don't argue back.
They know that if they do, the atmosphere will become awkward.
But just look at the expression on their faces.
I'm sure I touched a nerve.
Sona, who had been praising me earlier, becomes noticeably cold after our conversation.
"Why aren't you packing the luggage?"
"I'm doing it right now."
"You should have finished before we packed up the tent. Don't you know it's dangerous if we can't move quickly?"
"Really?"
Sona crosses her arms and complains. Then....
When Cren approaches, her expression changes.
"Ha. I'll help you."
"... "
I make eye contact with Cren.
Is he confused by Sona and Lena's strange behavior now that he's aware of it?
It's clear to me, at least, as the person involved.
The sisters' attitude says, "Get lost; you're in the way."
Since this afternoon, I've been a literal invisible man.
Sona and Lena pretend not to hear me when I call to them and only respond after I call them two or three times.
They do it so naturally, as if they planned it beforehand.
They must have a lot of experience doing this.
As an undercover inspector, I'm already annoyed. How hard must it have been for Cecil?
By nightfall, I had amassed a mountain of circumstantial evidence.
There just hasn't been a decisive moment to reveal my identity.
"Are they being careful because it's the first day?"
I don't think they've figured out my plan yet, but they seem cautious in case Cren finds out.
I'm confident that if I give it time and wait patiently, they'll slip up.
The further we get from the city, focusing on hunting shells, the more I can see the cityscape I didn't know before.
'It's like a border.'
Is that the Dragon District next to the Beast District?
It's separated from other districts by a tall wall.
The districts extending from the Magnetar Center are lined with tall buildings, each with its own unique characteristics.
The Beast District has the Chartreuse castle.
Each of the other districts also has a building that could be called a "Castle."
Is Ariella somewhere in that castle….
"You're so relaxed, you even have time to space out?"
Thump.
Sona bumps my arm as she walks past and turns around sharply.
"We're going to start preparing for the night, so hurry up and help."
"…."
In the evening, we find a relatively safe place to set up camp and prepare for sleep.
For dinner, we heat up preserved food in empty lunch boxes.
I'm slightly impressed when I see Sona using magic to light a bonfire.
'A magician is a magician.'
I feel a simple sense of wonder at the fact that magic actually exists.
I've already seen her shoot colorless light bullets to defeat shells during battle, but I find it amazing how she casually creates fire in everyday life.
The delicious smell….
Perhaps because I've been carrying heavy luggage and walking around for a long time, I'm very hungry.
Cren, who has just finished checking the tent, smiles brightly.
"Shall we eat now?"
"Mr. Taeyang, here you go."
What's this?
Suddenly, Sona and Lena approach me kindly.
I thought they would stick close to Cren and openly ignore me, but instead, I'm in a twin harem?
"I was a bit harsh during the day, wasn't I? I'm sorry."
"Sona…."
"I tend to get prickly when we're fighting. It's not because I dislike you."
I really don't understand why they're acting like this.
Cren is watching us with a pleased smile.
"Taeyang, it must have been hard carrying all that luggage. We're not planning on moving anymore today, so you can eat your fill and rest comfortably."
"Cren…"
It's unsettling, but it feels good to be acknowledged for my hard work.
I take the lunch box Lena hands me.
"Lena and I prepared this with care. Please enjoy it."
Prepared with care....
Can you call heating up instant food in a microwave "care"?
I might if it were ramen.
"Don't you like it?"
"No way. Thank you."
I can't resist being offered food.
I'll let it slide for today. With that in mind, I scoop up the thick soup and put it in my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel nauseous.
The taste is strange.
Did they put some kind of drug in it?
Sona calmly observes the change in my expression.
"How is it? Delicious?"
Should I spit it out?
Sona and Lena cling to my arms and smile sweetly.
I realize what the thing in my mouth is.
"Ptui."
I spit it into my hand, and there's a half-eaten bug frantically waving its legs as if trying to escape death.
"...Pfft!"
"Mr. Taeyang, are you surprised?"
"What is this?"
The sisters laugh.
This doesn't seem like a laughing matter, does it?
Seeing my murderous expression, Sona hurriedly stops laughing and says with a giggle,
"It's a prank. A prank….
We did it because we wanted to get closer."
"You did it because you wanted to get closer?"
"Yes, it's a prank to become friends. Don't be so serious."
"…."
I look at Cren.
He seems clueless about what's going on.
I suddenly spit something out after eating.
"Taeyang? What's wrong?"
"Cren, it's nothing. We just played a prank and changed the taste of the lunch box."
This is a trap.
If I get angry, they'll play the victim and try to kick me out.
Blood is thicker than water, after all.
This is clearly not a prank. It's bullying.
The same thing must have happened to Cecil.
Did the same thing happen to him?
I remember the day Cecil made breakfast for me for the first time.
"Now Oppa and I are friends!"
"It was a prank to become closer..."
Could that wasabi bomb have been it?
Did Cecil really believe their claim?
That this kind of thing is a prank to become friends?
They tried to play the same prank on me.
No, it's not "the same."
Cecil didn't put a bug in it.
At least she put something edible in it. Cecil isn't the type to do something she hates to others.
These sisters conspired to make Cecil look foolish.
It's as if they're saying, "It's a ritual to become friends. Can't you understand that?"
Because of this mental abuse, Cecil came to believe that she was wrong and the sisters were right.
I clench my fists.
"I'm sorry. Did we go too far?"
Sona puts on a moderately apologetic act.
"We didn't mean to upset you. You know that, right?"
"Of course I know."
I put the leftover bug in my mouth.
Sona bursts into laughter at the sight.
I spat the roughly chewed bug remnants all over Sona's face.
"Ptui!"
"Kyaaak!!"