Upon returning to her apartment (a furnished rental complex), Irene sat down on the bed. As soon as she sat down, the exhaustion from her drunkenness suddenly overwhelmed her.
As I stare at the completely black ceiling, I suddenly wonder what Eugene is doing at this moment.
Every night, at the guild inn, Eugene is assigned a private room. Everyone in the guild knows this. It is part of a plan orchestrated by Deabolica, a way to let off steam in the heated battle for Eugene's possession. It is also a way to reveal the prize for winning. Eugenie's naked body is now the masturbation material shared by the guild.
Irene had never spied on him before. She deeply despised the older women who looked at Euguene with such lewd eyes, and just thinking about Euguene being exposed to the lewd gazes of women every night filled her with rage and made her feel like she was going to explode.
In truth, she even wants to kidnap Euguene without asking her permission and flee to another provincial city.
But if she did that now, would Euguene come with her?
(Well... if I confess, he'll probably give up, but I don't think the guild master will approve.)
(That's right. It would be a disgrace to Deabolica. In the worst case, it could be eliminated).
(It's out of your reach, Irene. Just be content with looking at him.)
My friends' advice comes to mind.
Deabolica, the guild master, is the third daughter of the head of the family that rules this city. The family wields so much power in the city that they could be considered kings, and although the eldest daughter is the next head of the family, Deabolica also wields great political power. Otherwise, she would not have been able to dominate the adventurers' guild, full of rough and rebellious characters, at the age of 18. She is a very ambitious woman, and it is rumored that she is interested in ascending to the central council.
Using Eugene to antagonize the members of the adventurers' guild is probably part of her efforts to consolidate her position and build a track record within the local upper class and aristocracy.
If I thwarted her plan and took Eugene away, she would never forgive me. No matter how far we went, she would pursue us relentlessly and would surely cause harm to get Eugene back.
After all, I was more than just a beggar from the slums, with no possible escape.
Irene lay down on the bed and stretched her right hand toward the ceiling. Her vision quickly clouded over, and the outline of her right hand became blurred.
"Ah, I wish I could..."
Fortunately, Irene had advanced in her social standing and was even able to obtain citizenship and rent an apartment. For someone from the slums, this was an unexpected success. Now she could live a life where morning would come without having to lie on the cold floor, always hearing someone coughing, fighting over dirty, lice-infested blankets, and praying for dawn while exhaling cold, smoky breath.
But while Irene spends her nights like this, Eugene, the man who helped her get where she is today, spends his days being watched by naughty women who lick his entire naked body. Oh, just thinking about it makes me angry.
"Euge..."
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I remember meeting him.
That was six months ago, when Irene was still a girl from the slums.
There was a strange young man who, despite being a man, went out every day to the countryside to hunt horned rabbits alone.
The children from the slums, who had been taught that men's work was to stay at home, sew, and take care of children, were curious to see a young man up close for the first time in their lives. The only men they knew were the emaciated old men at the orphanage.
The children called out to the young man, who had been struggling for several dozen minutes to finally bring down a rabbit with large horns that even they could not hunt, saying, "You're already an adult, but you can't even defeat a rabbit?" and "You should stop being an adventurer and get married soon, big brother."
He certainly meant to mock him, but the emotion that overwhelmed him was concern for him.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem cut out to be an adventurer. He shows no magical power, and his spear handling is amateurish.
Even a slum kid could tell that if he had received training in spear use somewhere, he wouldn't be fighting so pathetically. I'm sure he'll make a mistake against the horned rabbit and its horn will pierce him.
Furthermore, his black hair was shiny and very beautiful to children accustomed to seeing reddish and golden hair. It would be terrible if something so beautiful died at the hands of a mere horned rabbit and was never seen again.
That's why I wanted him to stop being an adventurer as soon as possible, get married, and be happy.
But she stubbornly refused to listen and continued to challenge the Horned Rabbit alone, claiming that she would be promoted to adventurer. No matter how many monsters she hunted, even a child from the slums could hunt them, there was no way she would be promoted.
Why couldn't he understand the logic that even a child like them could understand?
One day, something like that happened.
The children from the slums went out to hunt horned rabbits as usual.
Irene was in the lead. She was the only one with adequate knowledge of magic and the leader of the children, as she was the closest to the oldest.
It had rained during the night, which muddied the ground. The horned rabbits, which have multiplied on Brishav Island, have eaten every last blade of grass, leaving the ground bare. When it rains, the ground quickly becomes covered in mud.
So, the morning after a rainy night, we had to walk very carefully.
I should have known.
Everyone was on guard.
The big-horned rabbit that day was very large, and I thought it would be delicious, so I started the hunt with my lips smacking as I thought about the stew for dinner.
As usual, they surrounded the horned rabbit, and while Irene, wielding a magically reinforced wooden shield, provoked it, they blocked its charge by stabbing it with spears from all sides, knocking it down. It was the routine of an organized hunt.
But that day, as Irene blocked the horned rabbit's charge, she slipped. The muddy ground couldn't withstand the impact of the huge horned rabbit, and she lost her balance, dropping her wooden shield.
The next moment, Irene looked up and saw red eyes glowing with murderous intent and a huge horn about to pierce her face.
"Ah. They're going to kill me."
There was a sharp hiss, and red liquid splattered her face.
...It was only after she closed her eyes that she realized she felt no pain. Or rather, perhaps only she experienced it, and in reality it was only for an instant.
Irene thought she might already be dead and opened her eyes in fear.
In front of me stood a large back.
Ouch, that hurts! It can even penetrate leather armor. Is there no point in wearing armor?
"Big brother...?"
Just as Irene was about to be stabbed, a young man intervened.
His stomach had been pierced by the large horns, with the tips reaching his back, but the young man was holding the rabbit by the neck while struggling to remove the horns, and he was pressing his veiny arms against his stomach as hard as he could.
"Brother, your wound...!"
It's okay. I can endure the pain. Besides, I read in a manga that if you remove the horn carelessly in a situation like this, it will cause a lot of bleeding and become dangerous.
The young man spoke calmly, as if he felt no pain.
He possessed incredible mental strength. Even an adult woman would scream if she were stabbed in the stomach, but he endured the pain and even clung to the horn to prevent it from being torn out.
"Why..."
"No matter what, if a child is being attacked, you would help them, right?"
The young man clenched his jaw and exerted force while smiling wryly.
And most importantly, could they finish him off quickly? I don't have much time left before I die.
The children regained consciousness and quickly stabbed the spears they had taken into the Horned Rabbit's back. He screamed and writhed, but the young man remained strong until the end and managed to protect Irene, who had given up and couldn't move.
"Oh no, there's a hole in my armor. I guess I used the Tiger's potion too."
"Ah, irritating," the young man muttered as he poured the potion into the wound. Irene would later discover that while administering the potion directly to the wound was certainly effective, it was strictly forbidden without anesthesia. The tremendous pain of regeneration was unbearable, even for an adult, so it was supposed to be taken orally. It wasn't something that could be dismissed with an "Ah, how irritating."
The wound began to bubble and heal. Seeing Irene staring at it, he chuckled and waved.
"Oh, don't worry. I borrowed the armor and potions from the guild's warehouse. I'm not going to charge you for them."
"...Didn't it hurt?"
"No, it hurts. It hurts a lot. It's driving me crazy."
But anyway, the young man scratched his black hair.
"Right now, it would hurt more to let a child die than to be impaled."
Oh, this guy is going to die.
That's what Irene thought.
Are there really such naive people in this world?
Why would someone who risks his life for poor children, whom even the guards abandon, aspire to be an adventurer?
This person definitely won't live long. He'll repeat the same thing over and over again, and sooner or later he'll die alone, with no one knowing.
Such a noble spirit, the ideal of the Great Vrishabhanians, such a beautiful black-haired person, would he rot in the fields, with no one caring about him?
No, I can never tolerate that.
"Oh, I forgot to ask. Are you hurt?"
I will protect this person.
The girl made a decision as she grabbed the cold hand reaching out to her.
Now, with determination in her heart, Irene moved quickly.
I begged the elders who had left the orphanage, promising to pay them back, and got the guild registration fee, then went straight to register with the guild.
Thanks to the young man's good advice, Irene was able to audition, and she savored the warm feeling that gradually spread through her heart, thinking that he was really watching her.
But.
What she then faces is the reality that the young man... Euge... is the target of a fierce battle to become another woman's husband, and what's more, his naked body is seen in a peep show room every night...
"Brother, I've become an adventurer! Come on, let's form a group! From now on, I'll be your sister..."
"...Excuse me, who are you?"
For Eugene, the cruel truth was that he was just "one of those kids you see everywhere."
Irene, who had left the street children behind and become an adventurer, couldn't connect with the children in Eugene's mind.
Unable to bear this fact, the girl left without a word and joined another group that was looking for a vanguard.
After that, she began to insult him every time they met, which was probably an inevitable defense mechanism in her mind.
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"Smell..."
Irene grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly. If she didn't use it to hold back her tears, she would drown in the tears falling from her eyes.
"Euge..."
Irene remained motionless in that position for a while, then began to move in the darkness.
(You have to do it... You'll find that masturbating with that sadness is incredibly effective...)
"..."
The advice from the adult in the group. The words he spoke echoed in my head.
"...That's not possible."
That's not how I feel. What I feel for you is much purer.
But anyway...
Thinking about my crush makes me feel really uncomfortable...
I can't sleep like this...
Just a little, just a little. Just to try it out.
Sip...
"Ah~oh~ Ah Big brother..."
I made the most incredible progress in the history of my life.
My brain had already been destroyed.
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I thought I heard a jingle in my pocket, so I fumbled around in front of the vending machine.
And there it was...
"Cheat coin!"
It was the familiar coin I had seen in the mysterious space six months ago.
Five! The same as half a set of Fire Dragons!
Wow, seriously, I'm so happy.
But why now?
"Ah, I see... so now your rabbit hunting skills are appreciated?"
It was a testament to the hard work and dedication I had put into rabbit hunting up until that point.
Although I had doubts about whether it was necessary to fight in a world where there was no leveling up, I believed that since there was a job called adventurer, I could get coins by defeating monsters, and my efforts in fighting were recognized.
Ahhh, my eyes are filling with tears... I didn't even cry when the rabbit pierced my stomach.
There is still no announcement.
Suddenly, God descended
"I have been watching your struggles for a long time."
"You really did a great job, didn't you?"
"Finally, patience pays off and you gain immense wealth."
If someone said that to me, I'd punch them in the face.
As I thought about this while looking at the coin, the long-awaited announcement came.
Congratulations!
You have achieved the [Become the Masturbation Bitch 10,000 Times] achievement.
We will give you 5 cheat coins as a gift.≫
Come down right now, God, and I'll punch you in the face.