"Hey there, receptionist!" I called out, flashing a grin at the hot MILF sitting behind the desk, a glass of liquor in her hand.
She was dressed in the usual green and white receptionist uniform, her sharp eyes scanning me before she let out a sigh.
"Hey, kiddo," she greeted. "It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around."
I smirked. "I’ve just been busy. You know, doing this and that."
Something felt off. I turned my gaze around the guild room. Usually, the place was packed with female hunters drinking, laughing, being loud. But now, it was eerily empty. The only person in sight was a male janitor sweeping the floor.
"Geez, this place is dead! Where the hell are those loudmouths bitches who practically live here?" I asked, stopping before Clara’s desk.
She narrowed her eyes. "You’ve gotten a little cocky ever since you took down that reaper monster, haven’t you?" She took a sip from her drink.
I hopped onto her desk, crossing my leg on top of the other and flashing her my most charming smile. "Oh? Have I?"
"Tch! Get off my desk!" she snapped, glaring at me.
I tilted my head, my eyes dropping to her cleavage. "Just getting a closer look at those."
Her face twisted in irritation. "Urgh, don’t you have any morals, kid? It’s rude to—"
I cut her off mid-sentence by lightly poking the tip of her nipple through her uniform.
She gasped. A sharp, unexpected sound.
I hummed in amusement. "Yeah... sensitive. Really sensitive. Exactly my type."
Her cheeks burned red, her eyes wide in absolute shock. "W-what did you just do!?" she blurted out. "Do you know I outrank you!?"
I grinned. "Really now? Judging by the way you gasped, I’d say you didn’t mind. Should l do it again?."
"NO!" she shrieked.
I laughed, slipping off her desk. The janitor had stopped sweeping, staring at us, completely dumbfounded. I ignored him and leaned on the desk, my eyes locking onto Clara’s. "I came for reassessment."
She scoffed. "You’re wasting my time. It would take you a whole year to reach C-rank. You can’t just rank up after becoming a hunter not long ago."
I sighed. "You know, your face is so red that it’s making it hard for me to focus. Before I do anything stupid, can we just get this over with?"
Still flustered, she turned and pulled out a magic crystal from the cupboard. "You know the drill, kid. Place your hand—"
Before she could finish, my hand was already on it.
A burst of blinding purple light exploded from the crystal. It was different—completely different—from the faint yellow glow I got last time.
Clara’s eyes widened to their limits. But even her reaction was nothing compared to the janitor’s.
I heard the broom hit the floor. The poor guy had fallen to his knees, mouth hanging open.
"N-No way! A boy like you is an A-rank!?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.
Clara scrambled for another crystal. "This has to be a mistake! Touch this one too!"
I shrugged and placed my hand on the second crystal. The same dazzling purple glow flared up.
Clara’s breath hitched. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair as if all strength had left her.
"H-How...? You jumped from D to A-rank!?" she stammered. "You’re the third man in all of Eldoria to ever reach that rank! The Guildmaster has to hear about this—!"
Oh, great. The last thing I needed was to be dragged to that bitch of a Guildmaster. I had better things to do—like mastering geomancy.
I leaned in close, voice low. "Wait... what’s your name again?"
She swallowed hard. "Clara."
"Okay, Clara. Can you keep my rank a secret? For now, at least."
"No, I—"
"Please," I interrupted. "At least issue me a C-rank adventurer card. It’ll put my mom at ease."
She hesitated. "I’m sorry, but this must be reported to—"
I grabbed her chin gently, tilting her face toward me. Then, I activated my charm skill.
"Please, Clara. Keep it a secret. Just for now."
Her pupils dilated, her breathing shaky. I saw the hunger in her eyes as my skill took effect. "B-But there’s someone else who saw—"
"Oh, right." I turned to the janitor and tossed him fifty gold coins. "Mind keeping this a secret, buddy?"
He hesitated only for a second before nodding. Of course, he would. Guild janitors barely made ten gold a month. Meanwhile, I had gold to spare—thanks to the money my fans threw at me back in Felmora after fucking their queen.
He scooped up the gold, but I wasn’t done. I held up my hand, conjuring a flickering fireball. "You know what happens if you talk, right?"
The poor man paled and nodded furiously. Only then did I let the fire vanish.
With the witness handled, I turned back to Clara. "So? What do you say?"
Clara sat back, cheeks still flushed, and quickly created my C-rank adventurer card. She signed the necessary documents, avoiding my gaze.
I smirked, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
"I’ll check up on you some other time, Clara," I whispered. "Thanks a lot. I’m a little busy these days, but I’ll make time for you."
She gasped, her lips parting slightly like she wanted to say something—but she swallowed her words.
With that taken care of, I teleported straight to Kumba Village, appearing in their gardens.
I strolled up to the main house and knocked on the door.
Inside, the Grandmaster sat with his family, enjoying a meal of rice and fish.
"Sorry to disturb, but I’m here for training," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
The Grandmaster gestured. "Come in." He turned to his daughter. "Biju, dish him some food."
I chuckled. "Argh, no, I’m good."
But then Kira’s sister stood up, as sexy as ever, and filled a plate for me.
And to my shock, she sat right next to me on the animal hide.
I gulped.
Then she grabbed my arm, pressing it between her soft, ample breasts, her sultry smile locking onto me like a predator.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Kira’s mother left her seat beside the Grandmaster and approached. She sat beside me as well, leaning in.
"Want me to feed you, Asher?" she murmured, biting her lower lip.
I gulped hard, my heart racing. Then l felt a hand slide up my thigh.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
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