The next day, I packed my things and hit the road. My primary goal was to reach level 10 – at that point, I'd be able to upgrade my class. I hoped that would also let me change the fake class displayed to others. After all, in a system-based world, while names might repeat, "Nika the Lustful Scout" matched the wanted description too closely. I could level up in two ways: either hunt dangerous beasts or go the other route – you know what I mean. I decided on a mixed approach – I'd kill dangerous beasts along the way and level up that way; if that fell short, there was always the easier option.
I planned to head toward the city of Djer – hiding from the enemy was a losing strategy. First, I needed to learn more about him. I decided not to enter the village of Pririchye – even with my current Stealth stats, I could have slipped past the guards and their detection amulets unnoticed. Honestly, the smart move would have been to meet Dex and catch up on how the hunt for me was going, or whether it had died down altogether. But my intuition wouldn't let me – and I'd always trusted my gut, even in my past life.
After four days of travel, I reached the river, killing a couple of lustful bears of level six and eight along the way. I didn't even count the smaller game – all told, I'd earned about 4,000 experience. I still needed over 13,000 to level up. The smart thing would have been to keep hunting, but that same gut feeling was pushing me to leave these parts.
I didn't overthink it – I took the easiest route. I made cordage from soft bark, felled some trees, and built a raft. I started drifting downriver in the evening to travel under cover of darkness, pulling the raft ashore and hiding in the forest each morning. I traveled this way for three days. On the third day, the river fed into a wide navigable waterway – as I recalled, the city of Djer stood on its banks. I drifted one more night and came ashore. Farther downriver, I'd be too conspicuous – during the day, I'd spotted at least two barges heading toward the city.
By evening, I reached a tiny village of maybe 15-20 houses. It had a palisade, but a low one – no guild branch here, and probably few system-users in such a backwater. I could maintain my cover and enjoy human comforts for a few days.
No one guarded the gates – I had to shout for someone to open them. After five minutes, a teenager's head appeared in the gate tower, asking me to identify myself. I gave the name Vika. A minute later, the gates creaked open, and I stepped inside.
The village had a heavy atmosphere. Two grim-faced men let me in and immediately barred the gate with a massive beam they struggled to lift. One of them, a wiry, bearded guy about my age in simple clothes with an axe on his belt, sized me up. "Well?" he asked. "Who are you, girl, and why are you traveling alone in such dangerous times?"
"I'm a wandering warrior – left my martial arts school not long ago and just now made my way back to civilization. My name's Vika. What's going on? What danger?"
"Stupid woman – who travels in times like these? We're at war. The nomads from beyond the mountains have attacked us – several villages have already been wiped out."
"What about the imperial troops?"
"The emperor's troops have no time to protect scum like us – they're busy in the east, warring with the Kingdom of Ra. Only the Osm Clan cares about us."
It didn't take seven spans of forehead to see the propaganda at work here – and it worked against the emperor. Were they planning a revolt?
"And are they able to protect you?"
"How can they, when the cursed enemy attacks from all sides? The clan guard tries, but they can't be everywhere. If only… eeeeh."
I understood what the man left unsaid: if the clan head were emperor. And the attacks were most likely provoked by the clan itself – no coincidence that the clan head's son had been waiting to meet the nomads and actively cooperating with them.
"Is there anywhere I can eat and rest? Is there an inn?"
"What inn? Tim here will take you to widow Gela's house. If you come to terms with her, she'll put you up and feed you for a few days."
The second man – more a young guy with a beard that aged him – led me to a house by the palisade. It was in poor condition, clearly neglected. "This is the witch's house. I'll go no further – settle it with her yourself."
I knocked. The door was opened by a pretty woman about twenty-five, dressed in a black mourning dress. Above her head glowed:
Lisa, Level 3, Class: Earth Mage
She must have seen I was a system-user too – her mouth opened to speak, but I cut her off. "Hey, I'm Vika. They said I could stay if we agree on terms. You don't mind? May I come in?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Please come in."
The house was clean, but everywhere showed the lack of a man's hand. She was clearly an outcast in the village – evident both from the attitude toward her and the state of the house. Once we sat down, I couldn't hold back. "Can I ask why a system-user, and with such a good class, is stuck in this backwater? Don't tell me you grew up here."
"No, I moved here to live with my late husband. He was from here – though honestly, he didn't like his hometown either, but circumstances forced us to leave the city. Then he died, and I couldn't bring myself to leave."
"But any guild branch, even in a larger village, would take you in. Why live here? I noticed they don't like you."
"You know, my husband and I dreamed of that too, but now… I don't know. They're not bad people – they just can't accept anything different."
I understood perfectly. My enhanced nose had told me from the first second that she smelled not just female – but male as well. Like sweet Lera.
"Let me guess – some young fellow tried to get under your skirt, saw your cock, got scared, and blabbed to the whole village? But this world is full of futanari – they couldn't be that backward not to know about it, or be afraid. Sure, this is a backwater, but there's a river nearby, and Djer isn't far."
"No, that boy was the village elder's son. I was still in mourning and gave him a good thrashing. So they spread the rumor that Gel couldn't have loved someone like me, that I'd bewitched him."
"How long have you been living like this?"
"Four years now."
"You need to leave – I'm sure your late husband wouldn't want you to suffer like this. And you can't go on. Sooner or later, a system-user's libido will make you lose control and you'll snap on someone. Even now, sitting here, you're dripping wet. Come here."
She stood and walked toward me on wooden legs. I pulled her hand, and she fell onto my lap. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She was quite something – a head shorter than me, with fifth-size breasts, wide hips, regular features, dark brown almost black eyes, plump lips, and black hair tied in a tight braid.
I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand underneath. Under the thick black fabric, there was a flood – her pussy was dripping, and pre-cum was beading on the head of her not-small, half-erect cock. I slid a finger into her slit, and a moan escaped her lips. As I played with her dripping cunt, her cock filled with blood and stood up, straining against her clothes. I broke the kiss, sat her down, knelt before her, and took her cock in my mouth. It was a good one – about 26-27 centimeters, fitting in my mouth with difficulty. I teased the head with my tongue and sucked. Within twenty seconds, it began to pulse, spilling thick cum into my mouth. I swallowed half and kept the rest. I stood, leaned over her, and kissed her, sharing what I still held in my mouth. She swallowed it all happily, and her eyes showed she loved it.
I removed my tunic, then her black dress that hid such beauty. Her skin was white and smooth. I sat on her, guiding her cock into me with my hand. What bliss – two years without sex, though for me it hadn't felt that long due to meditation, but my body had been starving. Pleasant languor spread through me; threads of pleasure shot from my vagina through my body. Her head pressed against my womb, and the first orgasm exploded in my head – it lasted twenty seconds, and I moaned loudly, involuntarily squeezing her firm breasts. When it ended, I rose, pulling her cock out, and started descending slowly, rocking on her, savoring every sensation.
At a leisurely pace, I let the threads of lust and pleasure build into a knot inside me. Neither of us held back – we moaned loudly, stirring the sluggish minds of the whole village. At some point, the knot burst, and I drowned in the orgasm. A second later, Lisa joined me, spilling hot cum inside my pussy. I bent down and kissed her again. "Let's go to bed – we're not done yet."
She led me to the next room with a bed. I laid her on her back and mounted her in my favorite cowgirl position. I bounced vigorously this time, and we both came twenty minutes later – she came inside me again. Fortunately, I'd made it a habit to keep Fertility at zero with the debuff. I was a bit tired from riding, so this time I went from the front, doggy style. She understood what I wanted, knelt behind me, and entered me. She fucked me hard, driving her cock into my womb – it hurt a little, but the pain transformed into pleasure, and I was whimpering instead of moaning. Forty minutes of that monotonous pounding, and I came three times before she finally shot a fountain of cum into my womb.
Sated, we lay down; I embraced her and kissed her gently. Her eyes glistened – she seemed happy, likely for the first time in a very long while. "Tomorrow, I'm taking you out of this backward place. You shouldn't wither here under the hateful muttering of dim-witted bastards. Don't even try to argue."
"Alright," she said, closing her eyes and burying her face in my shoulder. I stroked her soft, velvet hair – how they'd ground down this poor girl, who'd also been grieving her beloved's death. Maybe I'd burn this village down before leaving. Not because I'm good, not to punish their sins – just because I want to. I'm angry at them, and that's enough. Moralists can go march themselves to hell. Who said an isekai has to be a just hero?
Alright, let's check the logs.
You received 7300 EXP.
Arousability +3
Oral Sex +1
Vaginal Sex +2
Oral Elasticity +1
Dominance +2
Not bad – one more session like this and I'd level up. It was interesting how I wasn't thinking about pleasure, but experience – like after a workout or a shift. On one hand, weird; on the other, I enjoyed the process, and not romanticizing it meant I wasn't addicted to sex.
My thoughts were interrupted by loud banging on the door – more like someone kicking it. I grabbed my sword and went to open it, naked. Lisa stirred, but I stopped her with a gesture.
Outside stood about ten village men, staring at me with indignant looks. One man stepped forward, his clothes richer than the others – not a rough shirt like the rest. "You slut of a woman – we let you into our home, and you team up with that abomination and..." He couldn't finish – my sword had entered his mouth at an angle from below, piercing his brain. I threw a Dark Arrow at the young man behind him – apparently his son. He died instantly.
"Aren't you taking a lot on yourselves, you scum?" I hissed, and they all stepped back. "You miserable sheep dared to open your mouths, oppressing a mage for years? I'll cut you all down, then bind your souls in chains to suffer forever. Did you think this wouldn't come to light and that girl would have no one to avenge her? Go home, hug your wives and children – by dawn, you'll all be dead. Now get lost." I fired a Dark Arrow toward the crowd, intentionally missing – but it was enough. They scattered in terror.
I went back inside. Lisa stood behind me, mouth agape. "Why did you do that? They're not evil, they're just..."
I put a finger to her lips. "Listen to me – there are no good or evil people. There are those who wish you well, those who are neutral, and those who wish you ill. Tell me – how did your husband die?"
Her eyes filled with tears. "On a hunt – he was killed by a wild beast of high level."
"Were you there?"
"No, I stayed home that day. The other hunters brought me the news."
"How many did that beast kill that day? Did they bring you his body?"
"There was no body – the beast carried him off to eat. He was the only one killed."
"Was the elder's son among those hunters?" Her eyes narrowed; she clenched her fists and hissed. "Yes. And four days later, he came to me and tried to take me by force. I didn't want to use magic, tried to knock him out with my bare hands – but he tore my clothes and saw me naked. Do you really think they killed my husband?"
"It's not certain – but highly likely. What level was your husband?"
"Ninth – he was a warrior."
"Believe me, a beast that could kill a ninth-level warrior would have killed them all. Yet everyone returned except him. Do you still pity these villagers?"
She hugged me and wept. I just stood there, stroking her hair. After ten minutes, she looked up at me. "I know you owe me nothing – but please, punish them. I know you can."
"Get dressed and pack your things."
Twenty minutes later, we'd gathered our belongings. I told her to wait, stepped into the shadows, and went to see what was happening in the village. At the gate, there was some unhealthy commotion – a young man was talking to a squad of soldiers in leather armor, all bearing a crest on their chests and shields: a wolf's maw with a saber and bow beneath it. A handsome crest – and I recognized it. The crest of the Osm Clan. I hadn't expected to run into them in the first settlement I reached – but it seemed fate wanted us to meet on a narrow path.