LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 35
Chapter 35 – The White Mage (4)
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Now I understood why motel rentals were typically three to four hours.
Even if the sex itself only lasted 30 minutes, getting undressed, washing up, washing up *again*, and getting dressed took a surprising amount of time.
“It’s already 10 AM,” Francesca said, lying in the bath and eating fruit. Since it was included in the price, we decided to eat it. We hadn’t eaten anything since waking up.
“We need to factor in travel time to the meeting point. We should get ready soon,” I said, lying in the bath and drinking wine. I had stopped Francesca from drinking more and was on my second glass.
Compared to the insane proof of the Abkadi we had last night, this cheap wine tasted like water. They said hard work made even soju taste sweet, but I had worked hard enough *and* the wine was sweet enough that I didn’t feel like eating fruit.
So I drank, admiring Francesca’s backside as she splashed around in the water. Drinking wine in a bathhouse while watching a naked woman… it was a uniquely decadent experience. I finally understood why Hollywood stars had swimming pools in their homes.
“I’ll fix your robe and mask when we get back from the request today… I also have requests for tomorrow and the day after, so maybe two or three days?”
Francesca counted on her fingers, calculating the time it would take to fulfill my request.
“You have work scheduled for the next two days? How many days in a row have you been working?”
“Hmm…? I haven’t taken a day off since I arrived here.”
Francesca tilted her head. Wasn’t that a problem? I felt my expression harden as I asked,
“…Just curious, how long has it been since you arrived in Sargardis?”
“About a month and… four days?”
I almost spat out my wine.
“You’ve been working for a month without a break?! As an adventurer?!”
Francesca, surprised by my reaction, asked,
“W-why? Is that strange?”
“N-no, it’s not strange, but…”
Being an adventurer was no easy job. The work of a newbie adventurer usually consisted of chores and labor that others didn’t want to do themselves but couldn’t ask anyone else to do.
To work for over a month without a break… there was such a thing as *too* diligent.
Meeting Francesca on two consecutive requests wasn’t a coincidence at all. In the small world of newbie adventurers at the Audhumla Guild, working every day without rest meant we were bound to run into each other.
‘…But I guess it can’t be helped if an Iron-class adventurer has to work every day to survive.’
“Judging by your reaction, you don’t go out on requests very often?”
Francesca asked curiously, noticing my expression as I forgot even the sweetness of the wine, faced with the harsh reality.
“I… receive a salary as a master’s degree holder. As long as I submit my papers on time and avoid expulsion, I don’t have any problems with living expenses.”
I just had to regularly report on any discovered ruins. Again, no one expected high-quality papers from someone with only a master’s degree.
Field archaeologists below the doctoral level were like early-game scout zerglings in StarCraft.
‘Cheap to deploy and used to gather information about ruins all over the world.’
Master’s-level zerglings like me were everywhere.
Deployed like fishing traps, occasionally sending back artifacts, or at least information about the location and contents of discovered ruins, which automatically flowed to the university.
The university would review the papers as they came in and select only the promising ones for further research. It was a sweet deal.
If you discovered a good ruin and submitted a paper on it, it counted as an achievement for the field archaeologist. The highest achievement was donating artifacts to the university.
Back on Earth, you couldn’t even write a personal paper without a doctorate, so this was a relatively advantageous environment for me. The terms “master” and “doctor” in this world were translated that way, but their actual meaning and nuance were slightly different.
Francesca, stopping her splashing, tilted her head.
“You live off your master’s salary? How much do you get?”
“2 silvers a month.”
“2 silvers?!”
It was Francesca’s turn to be surprised.
“You get 2, 2 silvers every month, regularly?”
“Yes. That’s why I aimed for a field position from the start. So I could work as an adventurer without worrying about money.”
“Oh, but no one besides you knows that I’m an archaeologist, right? So please don’t tell anyone.”
“Huh? Nord, you’ve been hiding your degree? Why?”
“To avoid trouble.”
I explained to Francesca the inner workings of the Adventurer’s Guild and the implications of my language skills. I told her how I would be treated like a free translation machine and exploited.
“I-is that so? Hee hee…”
For some reason, Francesca fidgeted after hearing my explanation, unable to meet my gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Well, it’s just… I feel silly for bragging to you about my job when you could become a guild staff member anytime.”
“…Aha. You mean our conversation in the bath yesterday?”
“Yes. I was actually a little proud of myself back then…”
I remembered her conversation from last night. When she talked about becoming a receptionist after reaching Silver class, her voice had been full of pride.
“What’s wrong with that? Honestly, if I had worked non-stop for a month to build up my experience, I would be proud of myself too, no matter what it was.”
Back in my truly slave days, I felt pride even in successfully drying laundry. Compared to that, working as an adventurer for 30 days straight without a break was definitely something to brag about.
Francesca, slightly less embarrassed after my reassurance, rolled a grape between her palms and suddenly asked,
【So you can speak all the languages of the world?】
It was the language of Germania, the land of the Vikings.
【Not all of them, but most. I’m more surprised that you can speak Germanic.】
【Of course I can. It’s the language of my homeland. But wow! You’re really good! Your pronunciation is even better than mine!】
【Hahaha. You’re making me blush.】
I wasn’t particularly proud of my translation ability. I hadn’t earned it through effort.
‘But I’ll definitely use it.’
The logic that you shouldn’t use abilities gained without effort was bullshit. If that were the case, everyone in the world, born from the lucky union of a sperm and an egg, would be innocent of murder.
Francesca, after a moment of admiration, switched back to Britannian.
“But then you can’t reveal your identity at the Mage’s Guild either, right? It would be a big problem if your identity was discovered while wearing the robe.”
“That’s fine. The archaeologist’s identification card has a special structure. I can use it without revealing my specific identity.”
I gave her a brief explanation, and Francesca, as if realizing something, clapped her hands.
“Now that I think about it, Nord! You could read those characters we found in the ruins, right? Were those strange marks on the stele some kind of writing?”
“Ah… right. You’re sharp.”
Francesca’s words made me realize I had forgotten to mention something very important.
“Um… Francesca? While we’re on the subject, there’s also a slight problem with the magic I obtained in the ruins.”
“What is it?”
“The magic is called ‘Beast Regression’… and it made my dick incredibly big.”
“Y-your…?!”
Francesca hesitated, then asked,
“So it wasn’t originally that… scary big?”
“That’s right. It’s more than double its original size.”
Francesca laughed awkwardly as I confirmed.
“Ah, I see… I thought it was unbelievably big. Honestly, I was quite shocked.”
“…And yet you still went ahead and licked it?”
I couldn’t help but ask. I was curious about the reason behind Francesca’s enthusiastic blowjob.
Francesca’s lips parted, then she lowered her head, her ears bright red.
“B-but… I learned that when a man is that big, you have to… wet it with saliva first…”
“Who taught you that?”
“…A slightly naughty book.”
“Hee hee. So a book about a woman licking and sucking a man’s dick is only ‘slightly’ naughty for you, Francesca?”
“…Shut up…”
—*Gurgle.*
Francesca dunked her head underwater to avoid my amused gaze. That was a novel way to avoid eye contact.
Anyway, this was a good trend for me. A virgin girlfriend who was inexperienced but enthusiastic about sex? It was like something out of an adult webtoon.
If I needlessly criticized her now and she became averse to blowjobs, I would be the one losing out. Better to keep my mouth shut.
“*Phew…*”
*Splash!*
Francesca, who had been submerged like an ostrich with its head in the sand, finally came up for air. I decided to attribute the intense redness of her face to the heat of the bath. I was so considerate.
Francesca cleared her throat and brought the conversation back on track.
“Ahem. Anyway, Nord, do you want your… your…”
“Just say dick. Why are you hesitating?”
“…Do you want your dick to shrink?”
She finally said it. My girlfriend was so cute. I looked at my fully erect dick-aconda and replied,
“I don’t necessarily want it to shrink, but I need to know the cause. There might be other problems in the future.”
If I turned into a she-male master’s degree holder of this world, my only option would be a snail lesbian beam marriage. I didn’t want that kind of horrifying future.
“I’d rather have it become like Ruyi Jingu Bang.”
A transforming dick. Like a police baton, extending up to 1 meter and shrinking down to 3cm at will. The love of retractable freedom. Adjustable girth, from ankle to pinky finger thickness, would be perfect.
“Ruyi Jingu Bang?”
“Ah, it’s a… a staff that can extend and shrink.”
“Extend and shrink? Sounds a bit scary…”
“Really?”
It was true that having a dick that turned into a tentacle monster while the rest of my body remained normal would be a bit alien-like.
“…Or should I learn transformation magic? Partial transformation to change its size only during sex?”
“No! I’ll try my best!”
“You’ll break your uterus.”
This wasn’t some crude sexual harassment or dirty joke, but a serious concern. If her baby-making room got wrecked, it would be difficult to get treatment in this world. Women on Earth were afraid of being mistaken for pregnant women and avoided going to the OB-GYN, but in this world, OB-GYNs didn’t even exist.
“While women generally prefer bigger, there’s a limit. It’s pointless if the size causes problems during sex.”
Some virgins believed that a 15cm dick was necessary to be functional, but if those people ever encountered a true 6-inch black dick punch, they would lose their pussy, fallopian tubes, and rectum in a triple score and end up in the emergency room, sirens blaring.
It was like men talking about how much they liked big breasts but never actually having the chance to touch natural D or F cups.
‘Sexual fantasies and reality should be kept separate.’
Some people might be satisfied with just a big dick, but to make your beloved girlfriend endure painful sex for the sake of hypothetical encounters with random sluts? That was something only an idiot would do.
Francesca said in a slightly dejected tone,
“Is that how other women are? Well… if you say so, it must be true.”
“…Huh?”
“…Huh?”
We both made sounds of confusion, sensing something amiss in each other’s words. Francesca asked, her expression devoid of suspicion,
“Didn’t the people you slept with tell you that? That it was difficult because it was too big.”
“…You’re my first.”
“………………………Huh?”
Francesca froze, like an ancient person realizing the Earth revolved around the Sun for the first time.
“Huh? Huh? B-but Nord, you were so… so good! Like *bam, bam, bam*!”
Francesca awkwardly wiggled her index and middle fingers. The fact that it wasn’t her ring and middle fingers revealed her virginity once again, but I was too busy sweating profusely to care.
“That’s…”
“I thought you were so experienced because you were so good and took the lead and everything!”
Francesca rambled on, genuinely surprised—the most surprised she had been all day.
‘S-shit.’
As for me, I was so flustered that I forgot to manage my expression. I could feel my facial muscles contorting grotesquely, like mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
…Let’s be honest.
…All my (apparent) technique was learned from studying.
‘*Sob…*’
It was all true.
Not just the sex techniques, but all the related knowledge too!
Because, dammit, I didn’t want to be treated like a virgin by my ex-girlfriend!
What was I supposed to do if, after fumbling around like an idiot and finally managing to penetrate her, my ex-girlfriend sighed and said, “Pull out”?!
I was sure I would go limp and suffer from erectile dysfunction on the spot!!!
That’s why I spent money on books and subscribed to Sim Ik-hyun’s YouTube channel and studied hard!!!!
Even though I broke up with my ex-girlfriend without even kissing her!!!!!
“…I had a girlfriend. We didn’t have sex, but I did have a girlfriend.”
“S-so you really were a virgin with me?”
“…Yes.”
“…Even the kiss? Was that your first kiss too?”
“…Yes.”
I confessed my virginity with the same feeling as a serial killer confessing to his crimes.
—I have lived a shameful life.
I didn’t know what a socially active life was like. I went through all-boys middle and high schools, then veterinary school, and only saw a real pussy after coming to this world. Except for cows, dammit.
A senior showed me a close-up picture of a cow’s pussy before I even started my internship. Fuck, I wasn’t interested at all, you fossil…
“I-I was Nord’s first… Nord’s… with Nord…”
Francesca cupped her cheeks in her hands, ecstatic. I felt my face flush as I said,
“Hey, what’s the big deal?!”
Was she happy that I was a virgin?
Was this the influence of those Germanic Vikings?
Vikings were a hybrid of pirates and navy. They were a military class belonging to a nation, but also pirates who plundered other countries.
Like all invading nations, Germania brainwashed its citizens into believing their soldiers were awesome, so even non-Vikings began to value chastity. Of course, those who weren’t *actually* Vikings didn’t value it more than sex.
But that was Germania. Nidavellir, the dwarven nation, was Germania’s neighbor, not a colony. I hadn’t expected this much cultural overlap.
Those fucking virgin Warlords were affecting my life. Why did you spread your Valhalla culture to my girlfriend through Nidavellir, you bastards!!
“In Britannia or my homeland, male virginity isn’t important at all! It’s considered embarrassing!”
“Hee hee… but I’m happy, so what can I do!”
I couldn’t relate to Francesca’s excitement about our mutual virginity exchange.
“This is so embarrassing! I want to die!!”
In the end, I followed Francesca’s lead and dunked my head underwater.
—*Gurgle.*
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