Chapter 41: Debt 41 - Archdemon or Infernal?

The debt collection had turned that punishment into something neither of the two heroines would have ever wanted anyone to witness.

Karol, who had jumped in purely out of possessive instinct, grumbled against Ryan’s lips.

"I don’t care if it’s not the right time. I’m not going to be left out because of some outsiders."

’Though technically we’re the outsiders here.’

Ryan was about to reply, but while Karol kept kissing him with that characteristic determination of hers, he glanced sideways at Alina and Delia, who were still rubbing themselves against his thighs.

He thought that, thanks to Karol’s integration, the situation had stopped feeling like a punishment several minutes ago.

’Now it looks more like some kind of reward...’

He paused mentally.

’Well. For those two, I guess it’s still a punishment.’

He didn’t have much time to reflect on that because Alina and Delia had built up too much tension for their bodies to handle any longer.

Almost at the same time, they let out moans they didn’t even try to hold back, shuddered violently against Ryan’s legs, and collapsed against each other, leaving a considerable wet trail on his pants.

Then the notification sounded.

[Debt Collection Applied x2]

[Debt Bonus: +100 Points]

[Debt Bonus: +90,000 XP]

[Level Increased]

[Level Bonus: +20 Points]

[Attributes Increased: +10 to all stats]

"That was too much..." Ryan muttered.

He looked at them with wide eyes. Even though the debt had ended, they weren’t saying anything, nor did they get up.

The two Rank S heroines had half-lidded eyes and were breathing irregularly. Then, as if in agreement, they pushed Karol aside.

With expressions that made them look out of their minds, they began kissing each other.

Their breasts pressed and rubbed together with every movement, though it seemed neither of them was fully aware of what they were doing.

Ryan watched them in silence for a moment.

’This definitely isn’t because of the debt anymore...’

Karol stood with her mouth slightly open. She looked away, crossed her arms, then looked back again. And this time she didn’t look away.

"I thought about complaining, but seeing them like this... they’re so shameless..."

Ryan carefully pushed them aside and stood up in front of them. They were still kissing and touching each other.

He clapped his hands sharply.

Clap.

No reaction.

Clap. Clap.

Alina opened her eyes. It took her two seconds to process where she was, what she was wearing, and who she was entangled with.

Her face turned completely red.

"Wha—?!"

Delia reacted almost at the same time. The two looked at each other. Then at Ryan. Then back at each other.

"How could you make us do that to each other, you bastard?"

"That wasn’t me," Ryan said calmly. "You did it on your own. You’re a lot lewder than I thought."

"Shut your mouth!" Alina shouted as she searched for her clothes.

Karol let out a loud laugh, grabbed Ryan by the arm and pulled him back a few steps.

"Turns out they were weak little perverts," she commented loud enough for them to hear. "Remember to show proper respect to Ryan from now on."

’She’s exaggerating.’

Ryan stood there for a moment, staring at the massive wet stain they had left on the fabric of his pants.

Alina’s eyes fixed on Ryan’s pants, specifically on what she and Delia had left on his thighs, and she turned even redder.

"How is it possible that all of that came out of me..." she murmured to herself, too quietly for Ryan to hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

She looked down at the floor.

"Stop staring at me. I’m going to change."

"Put your clothes on. It’s a bit late to worry about me seeing you naked."

Delia narrowed her eyes at him while picking up her armor.

"Pig. Bastard." She paused. "Fine, look all you want. I don’t care anymore." Another silence. "But just so you know, I’m reporting you to the guild. I’m filing a complaint."

Ryan smiled.

Both heroines noticed that smile at the same time. Delia frowned.

"What’s so funny? I’m serious."

"Do you really want everyone in the guild..." Ryan paused briefly.

"Actually, the entire kingdom, to know what you just did? The beautiful and proud Rank S heroines who got off so hard they came, and then, not satisfied with that, started making out with each other."

The silence that followed lasted several seconds.

Alina clenched her fists and Delia looked away.

Then Alina changed the subject, her voice controlled.

"Lighter. If he had come back while we were like that, we would be dead."

Karol raised an eyebrow and turned to them with genuine curiosity.

"Right. How did you manage to survive? If I remember correctly, Lighter is one of the Demon King Rohan’s sons. And one of the strongest."

Alina stayed silent for a moment. It was clear that telling this was more humiliating than everything that had happened before.

"He defeated us without any effort," she said finally. "But during the exploration we had defeated several demons, and we took a teleportation stone from one of them. When we saw we had no way out, we activated it against him. We managed to teleport him away, but we don’t know where."

"So those stones can be used against them, huh," Ryan murmured.

Once she finished putting on her armor, Delia added.

"Lighter isn’t a normal archdemon. His power is on another level. I’d say he’s an infernal, or very close to becoming one."

Ryan didn’t answer right away. He processed it in silence.

’Solaris was the fourth son. Lighter is... well, whatever. If all the Demon King’s sons have that level of power, they’re going to be a real problem.’

"Anyway, I’ve already wasted too much time here. We should go," Ryan said. "No need to thank me."

Both heroines opened their mouths at the same time.

"As if I’d thank you after this humiliation..." Alina muttered and turned around. "Let’s go, Delia. We need to find the rest of the adventurers."

"Yeah," Delia murmured.

They left without another word.

Ryan continued downward with Karol. The lower floors had already been cleared, probably by some other group of adventurers.

They reached floor 69.

And in the center of the floor, the first thing Ryan saw was Helen.

Sword drawn, in a combat stance, her clothes so worn and burned that they revealed a large portion of her skin. But she didn’t seem to have any visible wounds.

Across the room, at the other end, stood a young man with that distinctive hairstyle Ryan recognized without needing a closer look.

Solaris.

And in a corner of the room, lying motionless on the ground, was Mirian.