After having breakfast with Ars, I said I was going for a walk and would come back later. Since there was no need to wander around with Ars anyway, we decided to do our own thing before the celebration party in my room that evening.
Ars, still hesitating about what to do, said he'd take care of the backlog of guild leader work—tax calculations, activity reports, etc.—while Lisbeth was asleep.
Although it was a mountain of work, he said he'd be back before dinner and headed towards the guild office.
Hmm… being a guild leader means doing all this work.
Watching Ars walk towards the guild office, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: maybe I shouldn't join any other guild and just create my own.
I initially wanted to join a guild to establish a foothold in this other world and make friends. But now, all of that is meaningless to me.
Because my life goal has become delaying the world's destruction and, at the same time, stealing the hero's woman to make my female.
I considered telling people, "The world's destruction is only a few years away!" to gather people, but I couldn't prove it, and the thought of gathering people would only create chaos and draw attention to me made it unappealing.
But what if I created a guild myself, filled it with the females I'd taken from the heroes, and lived the adventurer's life with them?
I didn't intend to save the world anyway; I just needed to postpone its demise for a few hundred years, fill the guild with my females, and enjoy life in another world.
Upon reflection, it seemed like a brilliant idea.
Enjoying life with the women who would become my females, earning a living through guild activities, and incidentally delaying the world's destruction.
Just imagining it was delightful.
While pondering what I needed to create a guild, I set off to explore the surrounding streets.
............ Ladia was indeed vast.
Slightly off the main road, new neighborhoods appeared.
The technological prowess of this other world in building walls across such a vast area is truly astonishing.
Speaking of which… I can't help but wonder how people survive in small villages… I'll find out when I have the chance to visit someday.
But what interests me more right now is observing the purpose of the shops on this street—it seems most of them are shops selling magical items.
The tools I'm seeing for the first time have price tags on them, like "discounted" and "new arrivals." Seeing these items displayed inside the shops gives me the feeling of being in an online shopping mall.
However, when the shopkeepers see me, they either look surprised or try to sell me their products, making their attempts to engage in conversation a bit annoying. I just wanted to browse around… wait? What's that…?
In one shop, there's a small, familiar box-like object. It's the otherworldly camera I saw during the battle against Erebus.
That's right. While it won't be useful for Lisbeth, who's already obsessed with my member, it might come in handy against other females who might appear in the future. It's best to prepare in advance.
I walked straight to the shop that displayed cameras behind the glass window.
"Welcome... Oh my, is this perhaps a divine beast adventurer?"
After a brief greeting to the slightly surprised shopkeeper, I explained I was there to see cameras, and the shopkeeper smiled and began introducing the products.
While listening and agreeing, I noticed that the cameras in this other world all seemed to be instant cameras.
Perfect for implementing my plan?
"Excuse me, do you have anything that can record images?"
"You mean a magic camera? Those things are quite large and expensive, items used only by lords or kingdom institutions. While you can buy them, they're generally not sold to the public..."
When I asked the shopkeeper about the specific dimensions, I learned that the smallest magical artifacts used for recording images are at least as tall as a table.
What kind of technology is used to manufacture them, with such a large size difference from a camera?
It seemed I had to give up on video recording, so I asked about other things.
"Then...do you have anything specifically for recording audio?"
"Yes. However...the only portable ones are toy-sized. Is that acceptable to you?"
"What exactly is it?" Seeing my inquiry, the shopkeeper showed me an object about the size of a tobacco box.
"This size recorder can record about 30 seconds. Pressing this button will record the sound into a magical crystal inside..." The shopkeeper explained the principle in detail. Although I didn't quite understand, it seemed to be recording sound into some kind of magical crystal.
The longer the recording time, the larger the crystal needed.
Even a one-minute recorder is the size of a camera; it seems I can only satisfy this 30-second model.
"Then please recommend a camera model that produces clear images and prints quickly." So the shopkeeper took out two or three cameras and explained their specifications in detail. In the end, I chose a model with very clear images and a print speed of only about one second.
The total price, including recording equipment, a camera, and 100 sheets of photography paper, was 3 gold coins and 20 silver coins.
The price was indeed exorbitant.
After living in this other world, I discovered that food and daily necessities were quite cheap, but the prices of hobby items or high-end goods like these were simply staggering.
Adventurer equipment must be more expensive the better the quality… I'll have to start saving the rest of my money after buying these.
After purchasing the camera and recording equipment, I strolled around the streets and returned to the inn around noon.
Lisbeth should be awake by now, right?
While I was thinking of having lunch together and enjoying some time alone with Lisbeth before Ars arrived, I wasn't sure if she had the stamina.
After putting the items in my room, I knocked on the door next door and called for Lisbeth. A moment later, Lisbeth came out wearing a dress similar to yesterday's pajamas, her hair slightly disheveled.
She seemed to have been woken up.
She seemed to have slept very soundly; even though she had just woken up, she looked quite well.
"Did you sleep well? It's lunchtime now, Lisbeth."
"Mmm. I slept for quite a while... Where's Ars?"
"I saw Lisbeth looked tired, so I let him continue sleeping, but he said he had to deal with some guild master work or something. He said he'd be back around evening?"
Hearing this, Lisbeth muttered softly, "Oh, speaking of which..." and chuckled gently as she let me in.
Lisbeth said she'd wait a moment and went into the shower, so I sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling quite satisfied.
Even though we're not lovers, she left the man in the room to shower by herself.
Could it be because her affection level has indeed surpassed Ars's?
After waiting a short while, Lisbeth appeared, her hair still wet and wrapped in a towel.
Ha...it's practically tempting me to pounce on her immediately.
I feel like the distance between me and Lisbeth has drastically shrunk overnight.
Not only that, Lisbeth's complexion seemed even brighter after her shower.
Lisbeth, who usually looked tired from lack of sleep, seemed to have shed that weariness now.
She seemed even more alluring than before.
I gently hugged Lisbeth from behind as she prepared to change.
"Lizbeth, leaving a man who isn't your lover in the room is too unguarded, isn't it? If this continues until Ars arrives…"
"N-No, that's not it. It's just… I suddenly feel like I'm only saying this now…"
Even so. But even if we agreed to only do it at night, I couldn't resist being seduced by Ellie during the day.
I gently stroked Lisbeth's ample hips.
"Even so, seeing Lisbeth looking so alluring, isn't my lower half going crazy? It's begging to let it out right now."
"…N-Even so, it's not okay. We agreed to only do it at night…during the day…" Lisbeth blushed and turned her head away. Oh well, she's practically already succumbed anyway, and there's plenty of time. Soon she'll overcome her guilt and start clinging to me; I'll take it slow.
"Alright. It's a pity, but like I said before, since Liz doesn't like it, I won't force her."
As I spoke, I sat back down on the bed. Lizbet paused slightly, then started taking out her clothes again.
Her back, revealing her underwear as she removed her bath towel, was breathtaking.
Lizbet's cheeks were flushed crimson; she probably didn't even realize she was enjoying it.
"Oh, right. Liz, Ars said he lives downstairs, right? Last night…"
"What…!? Did…did they hear us!? This room should be soundproof…!?" Lizbet's face turned deathly pale, staring at me in alarm.
She's still afraid her relationship with Ars will break down.
This reaction makes me want to tease her.
"No, not to the point of being able to hear clearly, I just mistook it for the sound of furniture being moved. Although I think I heard the bed creak… but I've already covered it up. He won't suspect anything."
Hearing this, Lisbeth let out a long sigh of relief.
The fact that she was having an affair in front of a man who wasn't her lover, wearing only her underwear and not being discovered by him, actually made her look so relieved—that's really interesting.
"So I was thinking, is there any magic that can reduce noise?"
"I've heard of it… but supposedly it requires expensive magical items. And the space is limited to a small area, only blocking sounds at the level of conversation… The sound of someone climbing over a wall…" Lisbeth looked troubled and began to think. Seeing that she didn't offer an option to stop, it seemed Lisbeth was already unable to extricate herself from me, member.
"Then let's do it in Lisbeth's room from now on? If the bed is quiet enough, it shouldn't reach Arles' room, right?"
"My…my room? But…Arles comes to my room all the time…" I approached Lisbeth, who was deep in thought, and lifted her chin to make her look at me.
"There's no other way. If we keep making noise, Arles will eventually notice, and that would be worse, wouldn't it? There are ways to sneak out at night, but it's more dangerous for the two of us to keep going in and out like this." Lisbeth looked away from me and silently began to think. I should give her another choice.
"Besides, if I come to her every night, even if Lisbeth doesn't want to, I might force her, right? So it's settled."
I smiled and conveyed to Lisbeth a command disguised as a choice, but which was actually impossible to refuse.
"Every night, Lisbeth, you have to come to my room. Then we'll go to Liz's room to deal with our sexual desires. If you don't come to my room one day, the sexual treatment ends for that day. How about that?"
"…Huh? Uh, if you don't go, it ends…?"
Lisbeth's hesitant expression instantly turned into a mixture of confusion and despair.
For Lisbeth, who hadn't been drunk and had actively enjoyed the pleasure I, member, brought her while sober, this choice was undoubtedly cruel—it seems my prediction was completely correct.
"Yes. Although it's true that I can't get out of bed when I'm physically weak…this guy's sex drive is increasing every day, and now even missing a day makes it hard to fall asleep. Once a day is already painful…it's a pity Liz won't help, but if I miss it, I'll have to go to a brothel."
As soon as I finished speaking, Lisbeth's expression became even more resistant. I smiled slightly at her expression and whispered in her ear.
"Think about it carefully every night. I'll be waiting for you." After whispering those words, I gently kissed the back of Lisbeth's neck. The kiss made Lisbeth's body tremble slightly.