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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Selena
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Selena Evangelin.
She sat on the inn bed, lost in memories of her past.
The empire's invisible hand. The godfather of the underworld. The Queen of the Black Market.
Flashy, worthless titles like trash.
She hated to admit it, but they represented who Selena was.
For decades, she'd just been struggling to survive.
'I was just trying to live...! You bastards started it first...!'
She'd barely landed a job, and it turned out to be a shady drug factory...
She'd be drinking alone at a pub, and kidnappers would come charging in...
And the number of creeps sneaking into a lone woman's home? Unbelievable.
So Selena unified what humans called the "underworld."
It hadn't been hard.
That's when the grandiose titles started popping up.
- Thud thud thud.
Selena kicked the bed repeatedly with her feet.
The classic blanket kick.
"Even thinking about it now pisses me off..."
The silver-haired elf had become a symbol of fear and evil to humans.
Maybe that's why... she'd never even had a boyfriend.
Everyone around her fixated on her appearance, assigning it all sorts of meanings.
Her titles brought wealth and status, but isolated her from society.
Selena's dream wasn't some cumbersome underworld queen gig.
Meet a good man, have three daughters and five sons, live happily ever after...
That was it. A simple hope.
Nothing difficult.
Her friends already had fifteen kids between them.
By elven standards, it was a modest wish.
Elves lived far longer than other races.
236 years old.
Selena hadn't even experienced her first love.
"...Hah."
"Even up to 100, I never worried about guys..."
Reserved elves usually took their first steps around 100.
She'd lived without a care.
"I thought it'd happen naturally..."
But while she relaxed, the empire's map had changed five times over.
And her hands had gotten too dirty—no one stood on equal footing with her anymore.
In short, no one saw her as dating material.
"Ah... I'm so lonely..."
A sudden wave of loneliness irritated her.
Not the ache of unrequited love—something else.
Like her senses as a woman had been awakened...
Probably because of that man.
"What was his name... Anderson?"
The new gatekeeper in this village.
Selena recalled what happened earlier.
"...Huh? Who...?"
"I'm Anderson, newly assigned as gatekeeper."
Where the slave should have been at the gate, there was a soldier she'd never seen.
'A soldier? Inspector? Did my info leak?'
At first, she wondered where the leak was.
The way he stared and acted—like he knew everything...
A transfer to this remote village made no sense unless he was an inspector.
'He's handsome.'
Handsome soldiers were rare in backwaters like this.
They flocked to the capital.
And he looked so well-groomed.
'A guy like that must've made some noble wives cry.'
Handsome gatekeepers targeted noble ladies first.
Nobles assigned good-looking soldiers to gates near the capital to extract info.
Easy to befriend wives, and those wives spilled secrets to impress even one guard.
Info like that was priceless.
That's why gatekeepers topped the inspector watchlist.
So Selena always swapped out gatekeepers at her haunts first.
Had to get the intel.
'Should I test him?'
"Wasn't... there usually a slave here?"
"I don't know about the previous occupant. And this isn't the place to discuss it."
'Even his curt tone screams capital. Did he screw up or something?'
Selena zoned out, observing Anderson.
'Looking closer... hair styled with water, uniform a bit baggy... Capital guys get custom fits, right?'
A thought struck her.
'Is this... a setup?'
She didn't make mistakes.
She'd come secretly, without telling even her subordinates.
The gatekeeper here had no reason to rotate again anyway.
And occasionally—very rarely—slave gatekeepers colluded with village military police.
That's when...
"I'll conduct a pocket body search. Refusal may result in denied entry."
"..."
'Definitely capital.'
The man called Anderson had said "pocket body search."
Capital soldiers could do quick searches on suspicion of contraband.
"Asking again. Do you have any weapons on you?"
"..."
And this Anderson seemed convinced she had weapons.
Quick searches weren't standard in remote villages.
No terror threats like the capital—no reason.
Especially not on a female elf by a soldier?
Only one possibility.
'This Anderson knows who I am.'
Selena finally understood.
Why he waited before she entered, staring at her face the moment she did.
'Capital inspector for sure.'
Anderson was definitely an inspector—here specifically for her.
Selena glared at him, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
'If he weren't a soldier, I'd snap his neck...'
Impersonating with slave collusion meant summary execution.
But if capital military... she couldn't do a thing right now.
'Bide my time for later.'
She gave up and submitted to the inspection.
But...
"Starting with the lower body search."
"Yes... Huh?"
Snapping to, she realized she'd turned and presented her ass to a total stranger.
Like she was entranced, offering her back.
For some reason, shame mixed with a strange feeling.
"Hmm..."
"Hold still."
- Twitch... twitch...
His hands rubbed her ass, and her body reacted on its own.
Legs trembled, body wouldn't obey.
A chilling thrill.
- Smack!
"Turn around."
"Eek?!"
The slap startled her.
And a cute squeak she'd never made slipped out.
- Chomp.
"Eeeeek?!"
When he grabbed her ear last...
.
.
.
- Spring!
Selena bolted upright on the bed like a roly-poly toy.
"Hah... hah..."
'Did I doze off?'
Selena looked around.
Sunlight through the inn window—it was still daytime.
Her reflection in the window: drenched in sweat.
Then her eyes caught the dusty full-length mirror in the corner.
- Step.
She walked slowly to the mirror.
- Wipe... wipe...
Glancing around, she picked up a stray cloth from the floor and cleaned the mirror.
It gleamed like new.
Selena stood before it.
"Is my ass... a bit big?"
She recalled Anderson's gaze on her hips stuck in the chair.
"Ow..."
His eyes on her trapped lower body flushed her face.
Even standing, she'd pried her flesh from the armrest...
"No wonder it's been sticking lately..."
She turned, inspecting her ass.
Panty line buried in the flesh.
- Tug.
She pulled out the wedged underwear.
"What's that...?"
A red handprint she hadn't noticed.
She tugged her panties down slightly.
Her face burned hotter than before.
"Auuugh..."
Anderson's palm print remained perfectly on her ass.
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📜 HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETED 📜End of 236 Years of Solitude Objective: Suspicion level (0) upon completion of Selena's inspection Reward: Hand of Abstinence
Back in the cabin, I opened my status window right away.
Hidden quest reward: "Hand of Abstinence."
A reward I'd never seen in the game.
First time claiming one—got me excited.
I opened the reward screen.
⚒ REWARD ⚒Hand of Abstinence [Irreversible] Body searches increase favorability and pleasure. [????]
I got the Hand of Abstinence effect and understood it easily enough.
Straightforward and simple.
First, the hidden effect on the second line.
If unlocking works like in the game, there's some ability that pairs with Hand of Abstinence later.
Now I was sure: this world had more hidden quests I didn't know.
I didn't know the triggers, but more would come...
But the real issue was the first line.
Pleasure increase?
"Pleasure? Did this game even have pleasure stats?"
The main content of Gatekeeper Life in a Medieval Fantasy was inspections, but the overall goal was social climbing.
NPC interactions mostly changed stats like favorability and trust.
I'd seen forum trolls claiming pleasure existed, but dismissed it as pervs wanting excuses for lewd searches.
Didn't expect it to be real...
I closed the status window.
Confirmed the ability, knew more hidden quests existed.
Selena's probably napping at the inn by now.
Alright, Kabung—your turn at last.
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