I headed straight north and arrived at a deep forest.
The horse was nice and walked quietly. Rocking along on its back, I couldn’t get Shequraso’s singing out of my head, and I cried the whole time.
It was still raining. So my tears didn’t stop, either.
I plodded along the trail of magic lights, until, “Halt!” A soldier stopped me.
“Huh...? What are you doing all the way out here?” he asked.
It was the one who used to have the fluffy hair. Now his head was shaved, and he gave me and my horse a dubious look.
Then he smirked. “You’re hilarious! Didn’t get enough, ’ey? Look at you, riding a horse even though you’re a chick.”
It’s thanks to your skill, Equestrian Ability +80.
Back when your hair was still soft and you were boasting about how good you are on horseback while we had sex, I had a little bit of a thing for you.
“What’s that?”
I got off the horse, drew the sword at his hip, and, before he could even react, stuck it into his chest.
The unpleasant sensation remained in my hand, but I shut down the discomfort in my mind.
Deactivate Level Bind.
I unleashed my true combat level and skills that I had been controlling with the skill the chokey dude had.
The sword slipped easily through the Ex-Fluffy Hair’s back.
“Ahhhhhhgh!”
His life evaporated as a fountain of blood spurted out of his back.
When I pulled the blade out, blood flowed out of his chest, too, and Fluffy Hair sunk face-first into a puddle.
It was the first time I had killed someone. But I shut down that awful feeling, too.
“What’s going on...? What the hell are you doing?”
Some other soldiers noticed me.
I adjusted my grip on the sword and learned its heft. I picked out which motions I could use and visualized them.
First I need to see how they approach me. Chiba said that’s how the high-level guys fight.
I parried the sword of the man who came to slash me and then split his armpit open.
The man fell with a shriek, and as I looked down at him, I used the skill Status List so I could view them all.
The skills and levels of the soldiers—men I had slept with—were displayed as tags stuck to them.
Sword Fighting +10 is a skill that loads of guys have. I have Sword Fighting +150. One glance at what the soldiers were doing and I could mimic them.
I remembered the adventurers I’d met at work. We’d get them drunk and they’d tell us stories of their exploits, brag about their moves—someone getting up to show off wasn’t rare either. Between those images, the feel of actually holding a sword in my hand, and what I was picking up from the soldiers, I could fight freely.
Clashing steel and shrieks. Shouts of the men mixed with the sound of the rain echoing through the forest.
I could hear Shequraso singing, too.
“What’s with this chick...?”
When I stood before them spattered with blood, their eyes flashed.
They started to look like soldiers.
“Attack!”
They rushed me one after the other. But no one’s blade could touch me.
When my sword got heavy from all the blood clinging to it, I traded it out for one of the fallen men’s. I acclimated to it immediately, and it became mine. Stab, steal, slash. No matter how many came, the things I did were the same.
“I wondered who it was... The younger prostitute, right? Seems like you’ve got some skills.”
“Dekasquad Commander Subaya!”
The man with the goatee shoved younger soldiers aside to come forward.
He’s a lolicon and has a foot fetish, totally gross.
“But will they be enough to read my sword?”
Lolicon licked his lips with a smile.
He was focused on my feet, which were wet from the rain.
“Here it comes! Commander Subaya’s Godspeed Draw and Slash!”
He ran at me as the others spoiled his move.
This guy has Speed +80.
Incidentally, I have Speed +140, Accuracy +100, Dynamic Visual Acuity: Divine, and Reaction Speed: Light.
I easily dodged his blade and wounded his thigh for good measure.
He turned around, about to come at me again, when he was surprised to find his movements had slowed.
Skill Killer.
It was a rare one, possessed by Nechinative, the president of the Kickin’ the Can Association, who had a reputation for nipping young talents in the bud.
It put a stop to your opponent’s special moves with zero ado. I cut down the man, who couldn’t even keep track of my movements anymore.
“...She’s a monster,” someone said in a trembling voice. I could tell the soldiers were scared.
“Get the units in the rear together and form up! This is a monster. She’s not human!”
You’re the ones who aren’t human.
We were just taking our work seriously.
We were just doing our job.
But you...
My first customer at the brothel was God.
“Are you surprised! It’s me?! Me!”
The hell is this scumbag here for?
I thought to punch him, so I did, but God just laughed and laughed.
“Ahh, I’ve been so curious about you. Back then you seemed to be in a bad mood, so you didn’t say anything to me, but I wanted to be your friend. I was thinking we should have LINE in this world, too.”
God paid up and as he was fucking me, he said, “I thought, I should—ahhn—give you a—mm—a skill, but—hahh—to be frank, skills are like gacha, so I never know what people will get, but for you—ooh—for you, I think I can come up with something awesome—hahh. I’ll bust out, a special super rare gacha, and give you, a really, good skill. Ahh, it’s so good. Err, that was about your body. Amazing, JKs are great. Oooh...”
I wondered if it was very God-like to ejaculate prematurely, but along with the jizz, he gave me a skill—a super weird one.
“There you go. It’s a totally unique skill: Creation Pregnancy. When a man cums in you, you’ll receive his experience points and skills. Maybe you think the name doesn’t go with the ability, or maybe you think the name is lame, but I don’t think there’s a more useful skill for the job you’ve decided to do. Sleep with many men. Nourish yourself with their experience. Be the mother of our hope.”
I told him I’d rather he sent me back to my own world.
God just said, “The world is what you make of it...”
He kept coming around for a while, and I wondered if he had transported me to this world just because he wanted to do me, but after a while he stopped showing up. I thought, God is dead, and forgot about him.
And the skills, I mean, I knew that no matter how high of a level I reached, I wouldn’t be able to become an adventurer as a woman, so they were meaningless. And the only useful ones were the Sisters’ healing skills, but since only women had them, I had no options.
Some of them I used a ton, though. Beautiful Skin and Gorgeous Ass, for instance, were extremely handy, and it cracked me up that the guild master’s son had Cooking, which I could use. Still, most skills were combat-related, so they weren’t very practical for a sex worker.
I couldn’t go monster hunting, and if I resisted a horrible customer and hurt him, it would cause trouble for the shop.
This world hates tomboys, so I thought I would never have the chance to use these violent cheat skills.
Plus, if I get stronger the more I fuck, what is that, like Fist of the Cum Drinker or something?
“Back up! Don’t rush her one at a time!”
But I was strong.
I was so strong, it made me shiver, and I knew no one could beat me.
“Ugh, guh, ahhgh...ngh!”
I got used to cutting people, which meant I got more efficient.
It was like my technique had caught up to my level. The sword felt light, and I could manipulate it freely. My body moved better than I expected, too. My visualizations and reality synced up beautifully.
“G-Gotcha!”
I had knocked a short-haired soldier’s sword out of his hands, but he grabbed me from behind.
It was the confident grappling of a man with Martial Arts +50.
I jammed my thumbs into his sides, sent him flipping with a sweep of my leg, and when he fell to the ground, I slit his throat.
Because my Martial Arts skill is +120. Of course, I’ve always been good at laying people out.