Chapter 106: Chapter 106
"Is he serious? you’re not joking, are you?"
"If we win, you’ll spend the night with us? Anything goes?"
The one who said that was a seductive older woman.
She licked her lips at Kiriya, then threw him a wink that could make a man’s bones go weak.
Kiriya nodded and gave her an ambiguous smile.
"That’s right. Anything goes."
"Ohhh, now I’m fired up!"
"Defeat Kiriya, become tonight’s bride!"
"Tonight, I’m taking the chastity of the fastest-leveling man in history!"
For a moment, the crowd’s excitement boiled over.
Countless combat courtesans stared at Kiriya with blazing flames in their eyes.
Those eyes clearly said they wanted to devour him.
"This guy... really has guts."
A male adventurer sighed.
"This is the Ishtar Familia’s territory, you know. There are some seriously dangerous people here."
"Exactly. He’s acting tough now, but he’d better be careful not to get drained dry later."
Another adventurer, his face covered in pockmarks, spoke with obvious bitterness, the sourness in his tone practically reaching the sky.
Damn it.
They were all adventurers, so why was this guy so popular?
He was clearly humorous, honest, reliable, experienced, and skilled... so why did he lose to some young brat who had not even tasted meat yet?
"What’s wrong with getting drained dry?"
A young man looked at the rows of fiery Amazons with longing on his face.
"Isn’t that the highest pleasure in life?"
"I could die without regrets!"
The moment he said that, his companions around him froze.
The expressions on their faces shifted again and again, longing mixed with fear, pleasure tangled with pain.
In the end, a middle-aged adventurer with graying temples patted the young man on the shoulder.
"Ah, young people really are.... young. You still don’t understand these things. When you’re young, you think you want everything. When you get older, you realize your body can’t take it."
"What? Jim, you can’t do it anymore?"
A scruffy young man leaned in from the side, cupped both hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly.
"..."
In an instant, everything within a dozen meters of them fell silent.
Jim, whose temples were already gray, turned bright red, veins bulging on his forehead.
"I’m busy! Too busy, understand? How can you call that being unable? It’s a career issue... Career matters don’t count!"
Then came a string of excuses about hard work, dedication, and passing by home three times without entering.
The people around them burst into laughter, and the whole area filled with cheerful energy.
Inside a nearby shop, two figures, one large and one small, one male and one female, sat facing each other, each slowly sipping tea.
They were Hermes and Hestia.
The little goddess had been worried about Kiriya, so no matter what, she insisted on coming along. Kiriya had originally wanted to say, "I won’t be able to look after you," but he had not expected Hestia to go straight to Hermes and ask this regular guest of the Pleasure Quarter to help her find a safe and quiet viewing spot.
Hermes looked through the curtain at the street below, then glanced at Hestia with some surprise.
"Are you sure he’ll be fine doing this? This street has plenty of hidden monsters. One careless step and those women will eat him so cleanly there won’t even be bones left."
As he spoke, he even showed an expression of lingering fear.
"It’s fine."
Hestia patted her chest.
"Kiriya already promised me, so there definitely won’t be a problem."
"You’re surprisingly calm."
Hermes raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"To think Hestia, who used to reject the opposite sex so firmly, can now be this close to a human boy. That really is surprising."
"Hmph, hmph. That’s because it’s Kiriya!"
Hestia placed her hands on her hips.
"Kiriya is special."
"Don’t be too confident, Hestia."
Hermes raised one finger and pointed toward the left.
"If this commotion gets too big, that Goddess of Beauty might personally step in."
"Hmph. That’s exactly who I’m waiting for."
Hestia let out a cold laugh.
"She actually dared to make a move on my Kiriya. I’m settling that debt with her tonight."
"Uh..."
Hermes pressed a hand to his forehead.
How had he never realized before that Hestia was this hot-blooded?
"Fine, as long as you’re happy. But let me say this first. If you lose later, don’t cry."
"Of course. Who do you think I am? My Kiriya won’t lose!"
Hestia once again made a declaration full of confidence.
"Is that so?"
The corner of Hermes’s mouth curved upward, revealing an intrigued smile.
"Then I’ll be looking forward to it."
The seeds he had scattered earlier were finally reaching harvest time.
’I wonder what kind of surprise this boy will bring me.’
...
Once the condition was confirmed, the combat courtesans could no longer wait to taste Kiriya for themselves.
They all surged forward, each trying to be first.
In the end, the seductive older woman who had winked at Kiriya earlier seized the initiative and was the first to step into the arena Kiriya had marked out.
"Little boy, I’m very sensitive to pain, so you must go easy on me."
She was tall and stunning, with a mature hourglass figure wrapped in a thin layer of purple gauze.
As she moved, her honey-colored skin appeared and vanished beneath the fabric, drawing the eye with every gesture.
Kiriya naturally had no reason to refuse such a free view. He narrowed his eyes and admired her openly, but his words remained polite.
"Of course, of course. Anyone who knows me knows I’m very gentle with beautiful women."
"Hehe, good."
Before her words had fully faded, she stomped hard against the ground and shot toward Kiriya like an arrow released from the bowstring.
In an instant, she crossed the distance of more than ten meters.
"So fast! That woman... she’s Level 3."
The men and male gods watching the show were all surprised.
Almost at the same time, a scene appeared in their minds of Kiriya being defeated and then thoroughly bullied by that older beauty.
Tears of envy immediately flowed from the corners of their mouths.
"Damn it, let go of that pretty boy! Come at me instead!"
But that imagined scene had only just begun to form when a dull impact rang in their ears, followed immediately by a series of sharp gasps.
When the men and male gods looked up, they saw the hourglass-shaped beauty hanging from Kiriya’s fist, her eyes bulging as if they might fly out at any moment.
’What happened to being gentle with beautiful women?’
Her mind was filled with question marks.
Naturally, she knew about Kiriya’s strength.
After all, the news that Kiriya had defeated the Floor Boss Goliath alone had spread far and wide.
But in her view, even if that story was true, there was probably some hidden reason behind it.
For example, perhaps Kiriya possessed a powerful magic sword, or perhaps he had some powerful charging skill.
To her, none of that was a problem.
She was fast.
As long as she defeated Kiriya before he could use that skill or magic sword, victory would be hers.
The ideal was full and beautiful but reality was thin and cruel!
In just one exchange, she had been knocked out without even the slightest chance to struggle.
’What a terrifying guy. Is he really only Level 2?’
With that thought, the older beauty fainted.
Seeing her body twitching slightly, the onlookers could roughly imagine the intense pain she was enduring, and a strange sense of disbelief rose in their hearts.
How could you be so cruel to a flower?
Kiriya withdrew his fist, pressed a hand to the woman’s face, and gently laid her down properly.
Then he explained to everyone around him.
"You might not believe me, but just now, I only stretched out my fist by reflex and she ran straight into it. I didn’t even have time to dodge."
Everyone: "..."
Did they look like an idiots to him?
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