Normally, she wouldn't have put much of a thought to him not-so-accidentally brushing fingers with her tits.

But with [Lust Fingers] active at the time, the effect left a much stronger and addicting effect than it usually would.

He also made sure to plant thoughts that sound draw her mind back to that little detail before leaving the shop.

Nonetheless, he actually hadn't expected that little plan of his to be so effective, helping push her corruption percentage all the way up to fifteen within minutes!

'If I were to guess…' he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. 'She's definitely masturbating right now, thinking about me.'

That was the only thing that explained the rapid increase in her corruption percentage.

'Don't worry Sophie… your humble employee would make sure to give your pussy the pounding it wants.' he thought, a dark glint flashing across his eyes.

It was only a matter of time, and Sophie, as well as Claire and Nora would all be fully conquered by him.

They would be turned into nothing but sluts who wouldn't be able to live without his dick.

However, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind for now.

His next plan now was to head to the adventurer's guild outside the village, and sell the remaining items in his inventory.

He couldn't sell the fangs and fur he skinned off the rabbits to Sophie, since she was only a butcher, and wouldn't even be able to afford all of them.

There was also the wild boar's corpse, an E-rank beast, which value far exceeded what a village butcher like Sophie could afford also.

It was better he sold those off at the adventurer's guild, where he could sell them for their money's worth.

***

Damien soon arrived at the adventurer's guild, a fairly large building that stood on the outskirts of the village.

Its structure was made entirely of sturdy wood, the kind that gave off a rustic but solid appearance.

The walls were thick and darkly varnished, the planks fitted tightly together without a single gap visible. The roof slanted sharply on both sides, with edges that extended outward to form a shaded awning above the entrance.

Iron hinges and rivets reinforced the wide double doors, and right above them hung a wooden sign engraved with the symbol of a crossed sword and staff — the insignia of the guild.

Even from a distance, Damien could see that the place was bustling.

Adventurers of varying builds and appearances walked in and out, some clad in worn leather armor, others in light cloth garments, and a few in heavier metal plates that clanked faintly with each step.

Their voices mingled together — loud chatter, laughter, and the occasional curse echoing across the courtyard.

As Damien got closer, he could smell faint traces of ale and sweat mixed with the earthy scent of wood and dust.

He was about to make his way toward the guild entrance when a muscular man with a thick beard and a broad grin stepped into his path.

The man looked to be in his late thirties, his arms bare and covered in faint scars, and his chest protected by a battered leather vest that had clearly seen better days.

His build was large and sturdy, and there was a certain rough energy about him—the type of man who thrived on constant brawls and hunts.

"Hey there, kid," the man called out, his tone casual yet slightly condescending.

"You lookin' to make some quick coin? My team's headin' out to the forest to hunt some fanged rabbits. Could use an extra hand."

Damien paused, his expression neutral as his eyes met the man's.

There was a brief silence between them, long enough for the man's grin to widen as if expecting a favorable answer.

But Damien merely gave him a short glance before replying flatly, "No."

His tone carried no hesitation, no hint of interest or politeness. Just a cold, curt refusal.

He then shifted his gaze forward again and continued walking, stepping past the man without another word.

For a moment, the man stood frozen, clearly not expecting such an abrupt rejection.

His expression twisted, the friendly grin faltering as a flash of irritation passed across his face. His companions, who had been standing a few feet away, turned to watch with smirks, sensing his annoyance.

"Tch," the man clicked his tongue, folding his arms across his chest.

"Clearly another newbie thinkin' he's some hot shit!" he shouted loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "We know your kind! You'll come back beggin' anyway!"

A few of the nearby adventurers chuckled, some glancing briefly at Damien as he walked away.

But Damien didn't even turn his head. He ignored the man's outburst completely, his steps steady and unhurried as he approached the guild's doors.

As Damien pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside, the sound of lively chatter washed over him immediately.

The interior of the guild hall was vast — far larger than he'd expected.

Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, supporting the structure with sturdy pillars that lined both sides of the room.

Long tables were scattered throughout the hall, filled with adventurers eating, drinking, or boasting about their latest hunts.

The air was thick with the aroma of ale, roasted meat, and rusting papers.

What immediately drew Damien's eyes, however, was the massive wooden board hung near the front of the hall.

It was easily twice his height and several meters wide, with countless papers and notices pinned across its surface.

Adventurers were gathered around it, scanning the sheets for missions that caught their interest.

Above the board, carved neatly into the wall, was a marking that read in bold letters: Quest Board.

Damien's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the scene, his expression unreadable.

The adventurer's guild sure looked very different than it did in the game.

Back then, it had merely been a dull background image—an unimportant setting used to deliver dialogue boxes and quest descriptions.

But now… it was alive before him.

He let his eyes wander once more, thinking to himself: 'The guild sure looks very different than it did in that trashy eroge. It looks… lively.'

There had been a scene in the game where the hero and his party came to this very guild for a mission.

However, the scene was only filled with coupled of static images, and annoying dialogue box.

The only reason he could still remember it clearly was because it was the only thing he did that actually made him feel he wasn't in a torturous loop.

Soon enough, a woman approached him from the side, with a warm smile plastered on her face.

"Hello there, I'm one of the receptionist of the guild." she spoke softly, the inviting smile remaining on her face.

She looked to be in her early thirties, donnee in a neat yellow and black dress.

Her face was fairly beautiful, her features white mature and gentle.

Her boobs were quite big, but couldn't be compared to the likes of Sophie and Claire when it came to size.

Her ass wasn't overly large also, and was merely fit-to-hand size.

Nonetheless, she still looked quite stunning.

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