I left the brothel around 11 p.m., the night air cool against my skin as I stepped onto the cobblestone streets. I'd visited hoping to gain a skill useful for adventuring, but [Charm (Intermediate)] promised to enrich my life in ways beyond mere combat. The prospect of newfound social influence was exhilarating, far more exciting than another battle-oriented ability.
Is this the start of my popular phase? I wondered, a smirk creeping onto my face.
Still, [Charm] needed testing. How would it affect someone indifferent to me? Or someone who outright disliked me? What about its duration or range? These were questions I'd answer methodically, experimenting to uncover the skill's full potential.
Luckily, I had time. Unlike my old life, chained to a corporate grind, this world offered freedom to explore at my leisure.
"Let's enjoy this otherworldly life to the fullest," I declared, my spirits soaring as I strode through the quiet town, the stars above twinkling with promise.
"I'm back," I called out, stepping into the inn's cozy lobby, the scent of polished wood and faint lavender greeting me.
"Welcome back. It's late," the receptionist said, her tone mildly reproachful as she glanced up from her ledger, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I was waiting to lock up," she added, her plain features set in a faint frown. She was in her early twenties, unremarkable in appearance—neither striking nor unattractive, just average.
"Oops, sorry for keeping you up," I said, offering an apologetic smile.
"Brothel, huh? I can smell it on you. Quite the night," she remarked, her lips curling into a sly smirk, her gaze appraising me with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
I chuckled, about to respond, when I noticed her expression shift. Her eyes locked onto mine, lingering longer than expected, a subtle spark flickering in her gaze.
Wait… is it happening? I thought, my pulse quickening. Could [Charm (Intermediate)] be affecting her too, stirring an interest where none existed moments ago? The possibility sent a surge of excitement through me
"What's with that look? I bet I'm not even on your radar," the receptionist snapped, her eyes glaring at me with a mix of defiance and something else—something heated.
"Huh? What are you talking about—" I started, caught off guard by her sudden intensity.
"You think I'm not as seductive as a courtesan, don't you? Well, I'll have you know, I'm pretty impressive under these clothes!" she huffed, her voice rising, her plain features flushed with indignation.
"No, wait, that's not what I—" I stammered, trying to defuse the situation.
But her demeanor was unmistakably different now, her gaze provocative, almost challenging, as she stared me down. This had to be [Charm (Intermediate)] at work, its passive effect weaving its magic, stirring emotions she might not have otherwise expressed.
"Why don't you find out for yourself? In bed—" she said, her voice dropping to a suggestive murmur.
"Miss Receptionist…?" I said, my eyes widening, my pulse quickening.
"I've actually been aware of you for a while," she confessed, her tone softening, her eyes taking on a dreamy glint. "I had to hold back because you're a guest, but… I've been drawn to you since we first met."
Her sharp attitude melted away, replaced by a vulnerable, almost adoring expression. A tsundere, huh? I thought, a grin tugging at my lips. [Charm (Intermediate)] was likely amplifying her feelings, but the spark of attraction seemed genuine, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at her words.
Is this it? My era has arrived!?
Tempted by her invitation, I found myself in bed with the receptionist, both of us stripped bare, our bodies pressed close in a heated embrace on the inn's soft sheets.
"Nn, chu… muu…" She initiated a deep kiss, her tongue boldly exploring my mouth, teasing my gums and palate with a skill that left me dizzy. Her tongue moved like a living thing, playful and precise, overwhelming my senses and clouding my mind with pleasure.
Her softness, her warmth, the intoxicating scent of her arousal—it all enveloped me, setting my body ablaze. My arousal hardened to an almost painful degree, straining with need.
"Fuu…" She pulled back, sensing my desire, a thin thread of saliva connecting our lips as we parted. Our breaths were heavy, ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with lust, clearly ready for more.
"Let's do something even better…" she whispered, her voice sweet and sultry, her plain exterior giving way to a bold, assertive allure that caught me off guard.
Her hands roamed my body with a confidence that suggested experience, her slender fingers wrapping around my length, stroking with a teasing, deliberate rhythm. She caressed the tip with her palm, gliding up and down the shaft, targeting the sensitive ridge and underside with meticulous care, using my leaking precum as lubricant to intensify the sensation.
"Kuuh… if you keep that up, I'll… come too soon…!" I groaned, the pleasure surging as her skilled handjob pushed me toward the edge.
"Go ahead and let it out…! Give me everything!" she urged, her smile lascivious, her eyes gleaming with delight.
"But this isn't the end," she added, her voice teasing. "I want you to satisfy me too. If you come now, the next one better be inside me, okay?"
Her movements quickened, her fingers dancing over my length, expertly coaxing every ounce of pleasure from me. The way she applied pressure, the rhythm of her strokes—it was masterful, pulling me deeper into a haze of ecstasy.
God, her technique is unreal, I thought, my hips instinctively pulling back before thrusting forward again, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation.
Her slender hand moved rhythmically, stroking with precision, each motion stoking the molten desire pooling within me. "We're just getting started," she teased, her voice playful yet wicked, her eyes studying my reactions as she pushed me further. "Don't finish too quickly, fufu."
A demure beauty with a devilish streak—she was a contradiction that drove me wild, her skilled touch immersing me in blissful torment.
As the pleasure crested, she swiftly gripped the base, her touch firm yet perfectly controlled, while her other hand gently kneaded my balls. Then, with a final, devastating move, she pressed her palm against the tip, twisting with just the right pressure.
The sensation was unbearable. "Kuaah…!" I gasped, the pleasure piercing through me as I crossed the point of no return.
Doku, doku, dopyu! A torrent of release erupted, spilling into her waiting hand, the intensity leaving me breathless.
"Wow, so much… you're young, aren't you? I love how much you gave me," she purred, her smile dripping with satisfaction.
"But we're not done," she added, her voice sultry as she spread herself open, her glistening folds twitching invitingly, beckoning me to dive deeper into this night of indulgence.