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Another day, another visit to Weller's Tavern. With two swords crossed over an overflowing tankard of ale as its sign, everyone in town knows it to be the favored hangout of sellswords, huntsman, and adventurers of all sorts. Only the cheapest swill flows from the taps behind the counter, where the worst brewer in Dwarven history runs the bar. He's got a friendly face behind his beard. More importantly to the men who call the tavern their haunt, he's never heard of a brew with an alcohol content under 20%. Strong drink turns the mercenary sort into a rowdy crew, held in check only by their respect for Weller Redbeard, the brewmaster. But as long as they don't damage the furniture, the old dwarf lets them do their thing. They'll sing off key, they'll throw their fists at people who piss them off, and if a girl's not careful they'll prove themselves to be enemies of women. Unfortunately for you, none of them want to be your "enemy". They know better. One look at your public attributes scares even the bravest of men off, and for good reason. There are none amongst men or monster who are your equal in battle. Even when you <span class="mu-i">try</span> to lose, you always win. No one even comes close: <span class="mu-s">Name:</span> Marion Valls, the "Twin Fang Princess" <span class="mu-s">Age:</span> 32 <span class="mu-s">Class:</span> Ever Victorious Princess Knight <span class="mu-s">Power Ranking:</span> 999,999,999 <span class="mu-s">Defense Ranking:</span> 999,999,999 <span class="mu-s">Adventurer Rating:</span> Triple S+ (Flee On Sight) <span class="mu-s">Successful Quests:</span> 27,928 Yet for your immense strength, your private attributes tell a very different story. If you are an absolute winner in the field of battle, you are an absolute loser in the field of romance. <span class="mu-s">Hands Held:</span> 0 (Parents Don't Count) <span class="mu-s">Love Confessions:</span> 0 (Imagination Doesn't Count) <span class="mu-s">S M O O C H E S:</span> 0 (Pets Don't Count) <span class="mu-s">Sexual Partners:</span> 0 (Toys Don't Count) A menacing aura floats off you as you see a seedy looking swordsman pat some flat chested witch girl on her butt. Sure see gets flustered for a little bit, but then the two of them are laughing it off and getting disgustingly close. Happy couples like that make you sick. Normies should leave your sight and explode. Seriously, what's she got that you don't, huh? You've got big boobs, a nice butt, and a cute face! Ruffians should be falling over themselves to cop a feel! "I wanna be sexually assaulted..." you grumble into your cup, barely audible beneath the loud music and the yammering on about this job or that monster that the sellswords have gotten up to. This is your twelfth drink of the afternoon, and not a <span class="mu-i">single</span> person has tried taking advantage of you. "'Snot fair... I wanna..." "Lookin' a bit dour there, Mari," Weller spots you, and slides you a plate of chicken wings. "Wha's wrong, lass?" X [Explain your sorrows] X [Pull your top down and demand to know what's wrong with your boobs] X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] X [Ask if there's any jobs involving orcs (that can...)]
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>>5732027 >X [Pull your top down and demand to know what's wrong with your boobs] Have we ever tried going out in civillian attire? Could work
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>>5732027 >X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] Anonymous
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>>5732027 >X [Pull your top down and demand to know what's wrong with your boobs] >X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] Do both for double effectiveness
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>>5732027 >[Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] >32 years old Hag detected
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>>5732027 >X [Pull your top down and demand to know what's wrong with your boobs] >X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] Anonymous
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>>5732027 so this is a hag love quest, also kinda reminds me of a doujin I read months ago (although in that case the knight wasn't looking for something and ended up being assaulted)
>X [Pull your top down and demand to know what's wrong with your boobs] >>5732064 >Hag detected We like older women
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>>5732027 X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him
We love hags
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>>5732027 Change the settings of the status screen, at least hide your age. Also ask where have all of the legendary swordsmen gone
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>>5732027 >X [Stand up, stumble over to the cutest guy you see, and plant a kiss on him] We are gonna get S M O O C H E S +1 by force if necessary!
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>>5732027 >X [Explain your sorrows] are you a tourist from questionable questing QM?
erotic roleplay can get you banned in here
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"Nod enuff courage, Welly..." you slur your answer to the dwarf, fumbling around in your item box for a little something to help fortify the ale. Weller just arches his eyebrow when you retrieve a glowing bottle of golden whiskey. The fabled water of life fills your half-empty tankard until it runs over. Then you chug it down until your head feels light and bubbly. "Puuuuuuuuuah! Tha's bedder... ALRIGHT! <span class="mu-i">I'm gonna do it.</span>" You stand up with such a violent slam that you accidentally knock over the stool you've been sitting upon. Every gaze turns towards you, but sadly not a single one of them is lustful. That sad truth almost steals your courage away, but you have more alcohol than sense in you right now. The old dwarf snorts with a laugh. "What are ya gon' do, lass?" "<span class="mu-i">It</span>, Welly," you look Weller dead in his pale blue eyes. Your own golden eyes narrow in excitement. "I'm gonna do <span class="mu-i">it</span>." With a mask of grim determination on your face, you stumble across the bar in search of a cute guy. It's really not that hard to find one. Why do guys all gotta be so <span class="mu-i">cute</span>, with their broad shoulders and their thick arms and their hairy chests that just look so delightful to nuzzle up against? You can't just choose <span class="mu-i">any</span> guy for this, you're the legendary Twin Fang Princess! You deserve the <span class="mu-i">cutest</span> guy in the entire bar. There's just one problem. Your vision is so blurry from chugging down half a pint of the Water of Life that you can't really tell what any of the men <span class="mu-i">look like</span>. "Hey... <span class="mu-i">you</span>!" You drawl at the nearest person, figuring that anyone is better than no one. There's enough liquid courage running through you right now that all consequences can be damned straight to hell. Hooking your fingers into the neckline of your wool top, you pull it down so far that a pair of cream-filled milk jugs come bouncing out with heavy sag. "Wassa madda with... why d'y'all... disrespectful, you hear...? Best sight you ever... mem'rize id..." Unfortunately, you have too much liquid courage flowing through your veins to formulate your thoughts into proper sentences. Your passionate gaze also leaves the wrong impression entirely. "D-Don't look!" one man says. "Kyaaaaa!" another shouts, ducking behind his table. "Nobody saw ANYTHING!" shouts a third. "Jaime, just back off slowly..." Another man scoots in to pull away your prize. How unfair! You don't even have him in your clutches, and his friends are already stealing him away. "Whatever you do, <span class="mu-i">don't touch her bazongas,</span> understand? I heard the last guy who so much as pat her rump got thrown so high he's <span class="mu-i">still</span> fallin' down!" Hey, that's not true! You've never gotten pat on your rump before... you want someone to grab you butt... "But they look so soft..." a boyish voice says, as his friend drags him away. "Yeah, they're still..." you hiccup through your words. <span class="mu-i">Soft and perky as they were when you were 17</span>. "So c'mon! Why not give 'em a squeeze..?"
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"They're still falling..." the man dragging your cute-sounding target away sounds horrified, but of what? Who's still falling? If someone's falling, from like the clocktower in the center of town, someone needs to catch them. Otherwise they'll go <span class="mu-i">splat</span>. "Lord be praise, she threw the poor sod all the way into orbit. As expected of the Twin Fang Princess, her strength is beyond our ken." "Tha's <span class="mu-i">right</span>, I'm the bes'!" You perk up at the man's praise of your strength, jutting out your boobs so that they look even bigger than their already quite respectable size. Closing one eye, you look for the man you... what did you want him for? "An' my <span class="mu-i">boobs</span> are the bes', too!" "As you say, Princess!" one man shouts. "Indeed, if you say it, it's the truth!" declares another. "They are so splendid that we <span class="mu-i">humble brothers</span> of the Guild of Hunt and Venture are wholly <span class="mu-i">unworthy</span> of beholding their majesty!" A third lays it on pretty thick, going so far as to cover his eyes as if your tits shone with a light ever as bright as the sun. Why are all the other people doing that too, though? Has this become some sort of trend? Well, you got praised by the menfolk, which leaves you all bubbly inside. It's not your boobs that are the problem! Which is very good. You stumble to a comfy looking chair and slump into it, giving the enthusiastic man a thumbs up. "Darn right they are." For a bit, you sink into the soft cushion of the chair, your boobs hanging out and your head light from all that liquid courage. You are left to ponder: if your boobs are that good, then why does no one ever try to grab them? "You look like you've calmed down a bit, Miss Valls." A very cute sounding voice, very light and tenor, interrupts your train of thoughts. It's your prey from before... though you forgot why you were hunting him. You know you wanted <span class="mu-i">something</span> from him. "Though you're... uh... do you need any help putting that back up? I know it can be a bit tricky putting that sort of thing on when you're into-" "I REMEMBER!" you kip up out of your chair and lean right into your target's boyish face. Wow his eyes are pretty and big. But he'd look even cuter if he grew a beard... no matter! Now is the time where you get to learn what a man's lips taste like. "I 'member what I wanted~! Chuuuuuuu~!" Before you can actually kiss him, though, the alcohol ruins it in the worst possible way. "Blegh..." Oh Lord you want to die, you just threw up on him. But why does he sound like he's laughing? "Tha's not... bleh..." You black out. You would like to think that you passed out with your plump butt in the air and your face on the ground, in the perfect position where drunken and lustful men would take advantage of your defenselessness and help you graduate from your virginity. Maybe the cute boy would take revenge on you for throwing up on him, shouting about how he's going to make you get pregnant while going plap-plap-plap, like in your bodice rippers.
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You have your doubts, though. This would not be the first time you blacked out in Weller's Tavern. Everyone - man or woman - understands that if you black out and aren't taken home by a friend, you're fair game for fun, it's just one of the unspoken rules of that kind of place which everyone accepts. But no one has <span class="mu-i">ever</span> taken you back to their room with you, let alone started running a train on you in the middle of the beer hall. That you would be so <span class="mu-i">lucky</span> to- "Ow, too bright..." you complain at the sun peaking through a window that you don't recognize. That shouldn't be there, your bedroom doesn't have any windows facing east for a <span class="mu-i">reason</span>, so why... <span class="mu-i">wait a minute</span>. Could this be the fabled [waking up in a bedroom you don't recognize after having black-out drunken sex]? You need to play it cool. "<span class="mu-i">Oh no, where am I~? What ever did I do last night~?</span>" "Vomited all over my robes, for one!" The boyish voice from the night before can be heard from beyond a closed door, alongside the sound of sizzling bacon and frying eggs. "Get abandoned by whoever you were drinking with, for the other. Probably when you pulled your top down. Ladies should not be so defenseless when they find themselves in a pool of pirhanas. If I hadn't brought you back to my place, those clowns would have done something regrettable." More like their <span class="mu-i">failure</span> to do anything was regrettable. As you ponder his words, a disappointing thought crosses your mind, "Wait, you didn't do anything to me...? Once you brought me home?" A boyish face with a head full of hair that is such a deep blue that it's almost black pokes in through the door, giving you your first clear look at the young man. Red-rimmed glasses frame his eyes, and a cute frown crosses his face. Then he says something that nearly kills you. "What could I have done?" he asks, nonchalantly. "We're both girls." Oh no. Oh no no no. The color drains from your face. <span class="mu-i">He</span> was actually <span class="mu-i">she</span> the entire time, and you made a big scene last night shoving your boobs in her face. Then you tried to kiss her...! Oh no, now all the men of the town are going to think you're a <span class="mu-i">lesbian</span> who likes <span class="mu-i">girls</span>, and then they'll show even less interest in you because they'll think you're not intereste- "Though you know, Miss Valls..." the bluenette - you think you caught the name Jaime last night - cuts off your train of thought by wrapping her arm around your shoulder. Isn't she getting awful close? Why isn't she wearing anything beneath her apron, won't she get cold? Her eyes are kinda pretty though. "If you're interested in the sapphic pleasures, I'd be happy to show you~" "Ababababababa-" your mouth can't form any words as her face closes in, and you prepare yourself to learn the taste of another woman's lips. But she doesn't go for your lips. She goes past your lips, and instead gently nibbles upon your ear. A tingle, a shock of electricity runs down your back and makes you-
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"<span class="mu-i">KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!</span>" You let out a noise that rings throughout the entire village, the sort of sound that only a pure-hearted maiden can make when her precious places are violated by predatory men and women. At 32, you really should not be capable of such a sound, but that's besides the point. "I'M SORRY, I'M NOT READY FOR THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!" You don't think. You can't think. You just throw all of your power into shoving her away. There's no lethal intent behind it, and indeed because you do not want to hurt her, your attack is incapable of harming her. Such is the power of the Ever Victorious Princess Knight class that you've honed in countless dungeons. You are completely harmless when it's just a shock and burst of overflowing emotion. Understanding that there is harmless, and then there is "harmless" - and you are very much in the latter camp. Your shove deals no damage to Jaime, whose eyes widen in shock when she feels how much force you throw behind it. Nor does she <span class="mu-i">take</span> damage when it sends her body crashing through the wall of the inn, or when she blows straight through that bird, or when... There's a hole in one of the puff clouds now. Jaime won't die, but she probably won't be coming down for a bit. Outside you can hear a gruff voice say: "Shite. She touched the bazongas didn' she? Ne'er touch the Princess' bazongas or her badonkadonk, less ya wanna end up like poor old Jaime." That's not... if she had been a guy, and maybe gone a little slower...! You release a sigh. You quickly write a note for the landlord apologizing for the damages done, and providing some coin to cover the repairs. Then you head out to the Guild of Hunt and Venture to find some work. Not that you need coin - you've coin to spare - but mostly to put your troubles behind you, and <span class="mu-i">maybe</span> get lucky and lose to an orc or a goblin. X [Job: Save the farmers who got kidnapped by goblins!] X [Job: The Cult of Tentacthul has been summoning monsters that require destruction!] X [Job: Rescue Lord Morbian's Daughter from the orcs!] X [Job: Provide Bodyguard services to the lecherous Lord Corpulon] X [Job: The Demon Lord has built another castle! Defeat him and his Four Heavenly Kings!] X [Job: A Registered Adventurer was recently shoved into orbit, please Conquer the Moon Dungeon and retrieve them!]
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>>5732279 >X [Job: Save the farmers who got kidnapped by goblins!] a classic, maybe they're too dumb to fear us
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>>5732279 >X [Job: A Registered Adventurer was recently shoved into orbit, please Conquer the Moon Dungeon and retrieve them!] We have to take responsibility for our mistakes, and its not like any other adventurer can get to the moon
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is the art ai generated, qm? What engine did you use? Looks cool.
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>>5732279 >X [Job: The Demon Lord has built another castle! Defeat him and his Four Heavenly Kings!] Another? Sigh... looks like we need to deal with the chores again first of all...
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>>5732279 >X [Job: Provide Bodyguard services to the lecherous Lord Corpulon Anonymous
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>>5732279 >X [Job: The Cult of Tentacthul has been summoning monsters that require destruction!] lets go
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> X [Job: The Cult of Tentacthul has been summoning monsters that require destruction!] We can let the Demon Lord stew a little, he's the most likely to get more powerful later on. Can't wait to have the princess hear about what happened to the lord's daughter because she didn't come to save her and get jealous.
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>>5732279 >X [Job: Provide Bodyguard services to the lecherous Lord Corpulon] Anonymous
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>>5732279 X [Job: A Registered Adventurer was recently shoved into orbit, please Conquer the Moon Dungeon and retrieve them!]
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>>5732279 >X [Job: Save the farmers who got kidnapped by goblins!] >>5732456 Bad hands, nonsensical clothes, and melty textures. It's definitely AI.
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>>5732621 I almost thought it was legit till i noticed those melty fingers
Still, its better than most ive seen
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>>5732279 >[Job: Provide Bodyguard services to the lecherous Lord Corpulon] Kukoro QM !qbrL48.XRE
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>>5732456 >>5732621 >>5732626 Yes it is! I used Stable Diffusion with Abyss Orange Mix 3 and two LORAs trained on comic and manga styles.
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The job board is filled with boring jobs today. It's rare for anything interesting to come up, but today's selection seems especially dry, at least at first glance. What you wouldn't give for a bit of danger, a chance to fight a monster that could defeat you, pin you down, and have it's way with you! Alas, goblins are <span class="mu-i">nothing</span> like they are in the bodice rippers. None of them have the balls to slap your ass or tug on your boobs and defeat you in a way only a woman with your proclivities could lose. Those "I've maxed out my level, but lost (sexually) to a bunch of lowly goblins" stories are complete bullshit. You've tried to get that sort of situation to work, but the little fellows are just too cowardly. Even making a show of your strength failing you, not a single one of them would even come around to step on you. That was a disappointing run. Those farmers can have some lowbie who's more appropriate for that quest save them. Maybe if it's a girl, or an all-girl party, they might get lucky and have some fun with the little guys before squeezing out a victory. You sorely wish you got to experience that sort of scenario before you became so powerful. Next up is... oh, Stella Morbian ran off with some orcs again and her father wants her retrieved. No use in taking that quest, with her appetites all of the orcs will be well and truly spent by the time you arrive. Another disappointment the first few times you took it. You had been so excited when she played up how they had been ravaging her, but after the third rescue you caught on to what was really going on. "At least leave some for the rest of us," you grumble, passing that quest over. Another catches your eye. "Oh, hey, Tentacthul has been summoning monsters again." You've wanted to join that cult for ages. Their holy texts have provided great comfort to you across several lonely nights, particularly the passages about the divine maidens who offer themselves up as seedbeds to the summoned beasts. When they first came around, you eagerly tried to join, but... Well, your Holy alignment proved too much. You kept dispelling their summoners the moment they touched you, before even a single tentacle could give your body a squeeze, which was absolutely <span class="mu-i">not fair</span>. Then, when they discovered who you were, they assumed you were there to disrupt their operations and issued a flee on sight order for you. You never got a chance to clear things up with them, and now you never will. "Please call something strong enough for me this time," you mutter to yourself. A few adventurers nearby catch it, and soon enough a new rumor begins to circulate about how the Twin Fang Princess hopes the Cult can give her a strong fight. A rumor that eventually causes the Cult to flee from this town, for the time being. But that's neither here nor there. A pang of hope fills your heart when you see a Triple S Threat Quest get placed on the board by one of the guild's staff members. Could it finally be...?
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The poster is highly detailed, the likeness of a grand castle painted upon it. In bright, bold letters, it warns that "THE DEMON LORD HAS RETURNED!" and that he has been constructing a new castle in the blasted fire mountains just outside of Human territory. The King has already put a call out for heroes to clear the castle and take his head, as well as the heads of the Four Heavenly Kings. Even for a woman as strong as you, defeating the Demon Lord would be no mean feet, for he stands at the pinnacle of Monsterkind. There's just one problem, one thing that your experience says will ruin this quest for you... The Demon Lord is way too much of a gentleman. Worse, he's a total normie! === <span class="mu-i">The Demon Lord's throne room stands in tatters. The force of your attacks striking one another has caused the roof to collapse exposing a black and red sky filled with the crescent of a bloody crimson moon. Your holy blades have struck down all five members of the Four Heavenly Kings, and now it is just you and the Demon Lord. At opposite ends of the room, your chests both heavy with deep, heavy breaths, sweat coating your body from sheer exertion. Your heart sings with excitement that you haven't felt since your youth. For the first time in years, you've taken damage... "Magnificent," the midnight haired demon king declares. His red eyes shine with admiration. "To think the Humans had such a hero among their number... I shall treasure the memory of our battle, Twin Fang Princess. But it ends now-" You sense a great power building in his staff, and on reflex you cross your swords with a declaration of "[Aegis of Never Ending Light]." "Witness!" the demon king roars. "The ever-black primordial flames whose ashes birthed all creation! Consume everything and return to the origin... [Black Sun Atem]!" The black fire collides with your aegis of light, and for the first time in forever you find yourself being pushed back. Tiles crack beneath the insane pressure your shield is withstanding, stone around you begins to melt. The shield itself begins to flake away, shadowy flame eroding the light. Your heart pounding in your ears, you say the line that your bodice rippers assure you no Demon Lord can resist, "I won't lose to this attack!" "Such a noble soul... but it's already over, Twin Fang Princess!" He's right, of course. The moment he says that, your Aegis of Light shatters, and the black flames envelop you. Even with your defense score maxed out at 999,999,999, the Black Fire wipes out 70% of your HP in one go. Had you not thrown up your Aegis, you would have turned into a coffin and been teleported back to the nearest church for revival! As it stands, all your cosmetic equipment got hit with the Destroyed status from the AOE, leaving you in nothing but your birthday suit. "Magnificent," the Demon Lord declares. "To think the Humans would possess a hero who could face the primordial black flame and survive with her beauty untarnished. Magnificent!"</span>
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<span class="mu-i">"You cunning rogue... you destroyed my armor with that fire..." You're speaking on autopilot now, scouring your memories for lines from your bodice rippers to fill in for your lack of experience in these matters. Hearing him talk about your beauty after stripping you bare with his black flames has left you light in the head, your thoughts swirling. He's interested in you, right? He's DEFINITELY interested in you, right? A shy arm covers your bosom, crossed legs shielding your most precious place. Your maiden's heart can barely take it... "Just what is it that you're planning to do with me, Demon Lord...?" Your mind races and color rushes to your face as you imagine the sort of things that a Demon Lord might do to a heroine in his clutches. He might... do </span>that<span class="mu-i">! Or maybe tie you up and do </span>that<span class="mu-i">! Or even... he might parade you in front of the kingdom as a trophy of his victory over mankind, before doing </span>that<span class="mu-i">! You don't mind it! You definitely don't mind it! Please go ahead and rava- The Demon Lord coughs, breaking you from your train of thought. What's with that look of intense admiration smoldering in his eyes? That sort of thing is way too much for a virgin like you! It would be easier if he looked at you like a hunk of meat, or maybe if he had a cruel smirk of victory on his face. That considerate gaze doesn't belong on a Demon Lord! It's not bad, it's just too much for you. He should have a greedy, lustful look in his eyes! Otherwise, it's way too big of a gap, you're gonna overflow from how cute he looks... "That was not my intention, Twin Fang Princess," the Demon Lord says, only increasing the gap-moe that's been way too stimulating for you. He takes off his cape, and shrouds your naked body with it, returning some of the modesty his flames stole. His face is way, way, way too close when he offers you a hand up. Why is he so pretty!? "Our battle should be conducted with honor. Anything less would be unbefitting of an opponent with such a beautiful will..." "Awawawawawawawa-" this is too much for a virgin like you. Then he takes your hand in his to help you up, and your emotions overflow. "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!" You let out the cry of your maidenly heart, a noise only an untouched blushing virgin who knows nothing of the hearts of men would ever make. With all your unbridled strength, you twirl around and throw him through the hole in the roof. "I'M SORRY, THAT'S JUST WAY TOO MUCH FOR ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You swear, you saw a smile on that way-too-pretty face of his as you sent him flying to the moon.</span> === "We'll leave that one for later..." you say, passing over it with red ears. It's under the C-Rank section of the board that you find something that actually might suit the mood you're in right now. A simple job that can fetch you some long term income and get you well enough out of town and away from your reputation. For a lord whose reputation piques your interest.
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The guild receptionist should be open now, but the green curtains emblazoned with the compass and crossed swords are currently closed shut. From what you can hear, the receptionist - a young woman named Hilda - is there, but she's taking care of some sensitive matters before she gets to work. Unfortunately for her, she's about five minutes behind schedule. Fortunately for you, she's not the sort of normie who cares about being pulled away to multitask while she's dealing with sensitive matters. So, you ring the bell. "Oh, shit!" you hear her light voice say. "It's... I need to get to work, can you...?" "I guess I'll be on my way then..." a somewhat despondent man says. "Hey, hey, I didn't say <span class="mu-i">stop</span>," Hilda mutters. You can hear some furniture being slid around. "Let me just... the stool, there we go!" A young woman with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair pokes through the curtains to greet you. She does not throw them open, and indeed some fasteners seem to be holding it closed to hide whatever secrets lay behind it. From her posture - leaning forward in such a way that her ample chest hangs down like a cow's udders - and the way her chest is rocking back and forth, you have your suspicions on what she's getting up to. You can't help but twitch your eye in annoyance, to which she offers a shrugging gesture. "You continue to be popular," you grumble. "And you continue to scare all the men off," Hilda chuckles. She might be popular, but at least she's not a disgusting, lovey-dovey normal like that couple from last night. "So, what brings the Twin Fang Princess to my desk this early in the morning? Usually people don't show up for another hour, I was hoping to get a bit more time to <span class="mu-i">slack off</span>." "I need a quest to take my mind off of last night," you say. You pass the request you took from the board to Hilda, who snorts in amusement when she sees who you'll be protecting. "This looks like just the thing." "You know, I'd advise most girls <span class="mu-i">against</span> taking this quest..." she says. You give her a flat look. "I want this quest." "Yeah, I bet you do..." Hilda admits. She takes a rubber stamp, signing off on it as witness to your acceptance of the quest. "Well, his estate is out by the Capital, about a fortnight's ride from here. With any luck, maybe you'll scare the fat bastard straight, and he'll stop mistaking adventurer gals for call-girls..." You certainly hope not. Before you leave, you return to your apartment to set out your equipment for your quest... X [Your usual armor. Why change?] X [Traditional Female Heroine Garb (Bikini Armor)] X [Breastplate and skirt, an "innocent" look] X [Traditional plate armor expected of a lady knight] X [A battle ballgown/armored dress] ...and figure out how you'll get there. X [Go on foot, alone] X [Catch a caravan there] X [Charter a carriage through the guild] X [Rent a horse to ride] X [Go by riverboat] X [You've got a flying mount somewhere, probably...]
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>>5732844 X [Your usual armor. Why change?]
>X [You've got a flying mount somewhere, probably...] The Demon Lord seems cool
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>>5732844 >X [A battle ballgown/armored dress] >X [Go on foot, alone] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >[Whore's outfit] >[Rent a horse to ride] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >X [Your usual armor. Why change?] >X [You've got a flying mount somewhere, probably...] If he has used adventurers as call girls, surely us wearing our normal armor will entice him!
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>>5732844 >X [Traditional Female Heroine Garb (Bikini Armor)] >X [Go on foot, alone] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >[Your usual armor. Why change?] >[You've got a flying mount somewhere, probably...] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >X[Traditional Female Heroine Garb (Bikini Armor)] >X [Go on foot, alone] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >X [Breastplate and skirt, an "innocent" look] >X [You've got a flying mount somewhere, probably...] Anonymous
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>>5732844 >X[Traditional Female Heroine Garb (Bikini Armor)] >X [Go on foot, alone]