I decided to head straight for the settlement – the gathering dusk worked in my favor. If anything went wrong, I could slip away under cover of night. The sizable village was surrounded by a palisade. In front of the gate, under a wooden awning – apparently on guard duty – sat a young guy with a spear in hand. A wooden shield bearing some crest, which also appeared on his clothes, lay at his feet, and a dagger hung from his belt. The crest on his clothes depicted a sword with two fish twining around it. A peculiar emblem, to say the least.
"Hello there, beauty. Where are you coming from?" – his reaction surprised me, considering I was completely naked, by the way.
"Hello. Just wandering through the woods, saw your village, thought I'd stop in for the night."
"Uh-huh, I know your kind of wandering – you're an adventurer, right?"
Of course – I nearly facepalmed. This was a porn-RPG world; how could there not be an adventurers' guild?
"Do you have a guild branch in the village?"
"Sure. Go straight from the main gate, and before you reach the square, you'll see a three-story black stone building on the right. Can't miss it."
"Thanks, handsome. See you around." I winked at the good-natured guy and passed through the gate.
Despite it being evening, people were out on the streets. Some guys stared at me, but mostly no one seemed to give a damn – I even spotted a girl standing naked on her porch from a distance, just like me. Passing by one yard, I saw a guy over forty fucking a girl doggy-style right out in the open, and everyone walking by acted like it was perfectly normal. I don't know about anyone else, but it got me seriously worked up. Arousal spiked to 70. I thought about finding a dark corner to rub one out, then something clicked inside me.
Why limit myself with the moral constraints of my old world? I walked up to a cute young guy, maybe 22-23, and beckoned him with my finger, stepping into an alley between two buildings. He approached with a smile and seemed about to kiss me, but I stopped him by pressing my finger to his lips, while my other hand slid into his pants, stroking his already rising cock. The guy was well-endowed – at least 22 centimeters, no less. I freed his cock from his pants, turned my back to him, braced against the wall, and guided his dick into my slit with my hand.
My pussy was wet, so despite his considerable size, he slid in all the way easily. I savored the feeling of fullness for a second, then rocked forward, pulling him out, and back again. The guy stood almost motionless while I, essentially, fucked him. After three minutes, I came. While I was still blissed out, the guy grabbed my hips, slammed into me a couple times hard, and came inside me. I turned around, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, wiped my crotch – dripping with his cum – with his own handkerchief, and continued on my way.
You received 200 EXP
Dominance +2
Strength +1
Agility +2
Endurance +2
Vaginal Sex +1
Vaginal Elasticity +1
Fertility +2
You have reached 25 in the Agility stat. Choose a perk:
Speed (you move 15% faster)
Enhanced Flexibility
Speed, obviously – speed is power. I reached the guild in five minutes. The building looked more like a fortress – narrow arrow slits for windows, wrought iron fence, and sturdy oak doors. No one stood guard at the entrance; the door was half-open, so I walked into a fairly spacious hall with a counter that looked like a standard reception desk. No one was behind it. From the side came noise – sounded like a party. I headed that way and opened a door.
Behind the door was utter debauchery – looked like a tavern of sorts: massive tables and benches, two rows of six on each side. The hall was packed. At one table, people laughed loudly, pounding massive mugs – presumably beer. At another, some girl was getting double-teamed right out in the open. At a third, a woman with a huge 30-centimeter cock was face-fucking some guy. The others at the table cheered the guy on, laughing, while he clearly enjoyed every second. At the end of the hall was a bar, behind which stood a portly bartender, melancholically wiping mugs. Apparently this was a universal template across all worlds – the perpetually mug-wiping bartender.
I walked through the entire hall toward him; people glanced at me and a couple even invited me to their tables, but I ignored them and reached the bartender.
"Excuse me, this is the adventurers' guild – where can I see your management?" The bartender looked at me in confusion.
"What for, little one? Got some urgent quest? Got enough coin for it?"
"No, I'm here about something else. Or are you not working right now?"
"You want to sign up with us?" The bartender gave me a half-smile.
"And if I do, where do I do it? The reception is empty."
"Of course it's empty – come in the morning like normal people. What are you, an isekai girl or..." He didn't finish, squinting as he examined me. "Alright, let's go to the management. Hey, Kay, watch the place – I'm taking our guest to the Bull and I'll be back."
"By the way, I'm Gabriel. And you're Nika – I can see that. Nice to meet you. Let's go to the management."
I hadn't doubted I'd be spotted immediately – I wasn't trying to hide my origins. We left the tavern and went to the other side of the reception; behind it were rooms like a bank's offices, probably for administrative work, and to the side was a staircase. We went up to the third floor and reached the management door. Gabriel knocked and, hearing "Busy, fuck off," opened it anyway.
Behind the door was a standard office – desk, bookshelves on both sides, chairs for visitors. But management itself was occupied. A guy past fifty was plowing a naked catgirl with cat ears and a tail, right on the table. The man looked in pretty good shape – wiry, clean-shaven, with short spiky hair.
"What the fuck do you want, Gabriel? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Got an isekai girl asking for management – so I brought her."
Management didn't reply, only sped up his rhythm, and a minute later came inside the girl. The girl let out soft mewls of pleasure. After the act, the guy pulled on his pants, kicked the girl out, and waved us over to the table. The room reeked of sex – good thing I'd fucked fifteen minutes ago and my arousal was at zero. Turns out masturbation only drops arousal to 20, but actual sex drops it to zero.
"So where did you come from, such a pretty girl?"
I looked at him, not sure how to answer, until my gaze caught a tattoo on his shoulder – I froze on it for a good thirty seconds. The thing was, on his shoulder was a globe with a bat on it. The insignia of Soviet and later Russian intelligence. Decided to answer with a hint – what if it wasn't a coincidence.
"Where else would I be from? All respectable people come from intelligence."
The man followed my gaze to the tattoo, then it clicked.
"No shit – Russian?"
"Well, definitely not English."
"I'd be happy with an Englishwoman too. So, a fellow countrywoman – let's crack open a good celebratory wine, mark the occasion."
"More like a fellow countryman, actually," I hinted at my former gender.
"Ahhhhh, don't worry about it. Gender swaps happen a lot during transfer, so get used to it – the faster you do, the easier it'll be. And this fucking world will force you to, believe me. So – are you from our service too, or did you just recognize the emblem?"
"28 years in intelligence. For the good of the Russian Federation. How long have you been here?"
"About 70 years, I think." My eyes popped – how old was this guy? "Though I have met a few of ours here, even learned about the collapse and your Russian Federation. I imagine you're surprised by my age, but there's nothing unusual here – with leveling, you can become immortal. People with the system can do anything."
"Wait, not everyone has the system?"
"No, of course not. Only about two or three percent of the population, depending on circumstances."
"Here's what I wanted to ask – does slavery exist here?"
"Weeeell, it's not so straightforward. Some people voluntarily enter slavery for debts, but slavery is heavily frowned upon by society, and soon there won't be any slaves in the empire at all. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I ran into an asshole a few days ago who wanted to sell me into slavery to some steppe nomads – luckily I escaped. Is that normal? And who are these steppe nomads?"
My compatriot's face – nicknamed the Bull – turned crimson and twisted with rage.
"In detail," he growled.
"His name was Turiy. He slapped some mental crap on me right away. Met him about 50-60 kilometers upriver, in a hunter's cabin."
"Turiy, you say. I know him. But there's no way you could have escaped from him. Though coincidences like that don't happen, do they?"
"Why couldn't I escape?"
"The Turiy I know is a master of mental magic, a professor at the Djer Academy, a respected member of society. He's currently vacationing at his hunting lodge. Are you telling me you slipped out of his mental collar?"
"Weeeeell, I kind of overleveled my willpower..."
"How much?"
"50."
"No fucking... how much?"
"Fifty. Is that like, unbelievable or something?"
"Just so you know, the people you saw downstairs average 15 to 20 willpower. That's not 'kind of overleveled' – how the hell did you pull that off? Sat with your cunt on a fire and just endured?"
"Weeeeell, pretty much. So what about Turiy and these nomads?"
"I'm calling the village elder and the garrison commander right now, and you'll give testimony on a truth artifact. As for the nomads – don't worry, the empire is at war with them, and they won't come anywhere near the village. Your safety – don't worry, you'll stay at the guild for a few days on my tab until we catch that bastard."
"Miya, get in here, fast!" – the catgirl returned at his shout – "Run and get Captain Gard and the elder. Tell them it's urgent."
First, fifteen minutes later, an old man with the shifty face of a seasoned con artist entered the office. A minute after him came what looked like the garrison captain – a forty-year-old guy in the same uniform as the guard at the gate, with a sword at his hip.
"What did you call us for, Bull, at this hour? Got nothing better to do? Could've just fucked your Miya, or this girl sitting here – she's quite sturdy-looking, a new recruit?"
The Bull said nothing, only pulled from the safe behind him a milky-white sphere on a stand. The stand was about 10 centimeters high, covered in runes. He placed some amulet next to it, drew a dagger, and dripped blood onto the amulet. The blood absorbed into the amulet, which began glowing, and the Bull began his report.
"I, Sergei Bykov, head of the Adventurers' Guild branch in the village of Zalesye, am taking testimony from adventurer candidate with system name Nika. Present: garrison commander Captain Gard and village elder of Zalesye, Sava."
"Confirmed."
"Confirmed."
"Nika, describe the incident."
Well, reporting was nothing new, so I started concisely and to the point, describing my enslavement.
"I will add to the testimony that a week ago, a professor from the Djer Academy of Magic, Turiy, passed through our settlement. Everything Nika recounted has been confirmed via the Sphere of Truth."
"Confirmed."
"Confirmed."
The Bull put the items back in the safe and turned to Gard.
"Do you have artifacts for countering mental attacks? Can you take this bastard?"
"I do have artifacts, but I can't leave the village defenseless and chase through the forest after them – there are only a couple of protective artifacts. Most likely, a guild quest will be posted tomorrow. One thing I don't understand – how did the girl escape the collar?"
"Let's leave that – every girl has her secrets. Alright, gentlemen, I won't keep you longer."
After they left, I talked with the Bull for another twenty minutes, then Miya escorted me to a room – apparently above the tavern was something like guest rooms for adventurers. I entered the room and passed out immediately.