The Revenge of the Soul Eater

It was seven days after I returned to the city of Ishka, seven days after I was attacked by the Lord of the Flies.

Since it took me a little over four days to get through the forest, I thought it would be five to six days later, but apparently I had been trapped in the nest for longer than I thought.

.........Well, it's impossible to remember exactly how long it took to be slowly eaten by the maggots, so it can't be helped.

Anyway, when I returned to the city, I immediately went to the guild--I didn't.

I thought that even if I went to the guild with my wispy hair, tattered clothes and body covered in grime, I would be kicked out.

I myself wanted to relax for at least one night in order to fight those guys. To be honest, I had a lot of things on my plate.

There's a public bathhouse in Ishka that the average person can use for a low fee. So, after mingling with the workers and getting my sweat and grime off, I bought some suitable clothes and then headed to the entertainment district.

The sun was setting, and I walked quickly down the main street.

I had been struggling with poverty for the past few years, and I hadn't set foot in the entertainment district as a matter of course. The last time I remember going there was five years ago.

A senior adventurer took me there with Lars, and I was thrilled to be on my way - although Lars seemed to be thrilled in a different way, wondering what to do if the ladies found us.

Anyway, that's how long it's been since we've been there.

No problem with the funds. The reason for this is that we received the remains of the adventurers killed in the Lord of the Flies' lair.

The dead don't need money. I will make full use of them.

In exchange, I'll make sure the recognition slips are delivered to the guild, so please rest in peace.

I'm sure the other equipment I've left in there will be worth quite a bit of money if I sell it, so I'll be back to get it when the time comes. Hmmm.

--I'm not sure if I'm a particularly bad person, but I'm not.

The guild's rules clearly state that you should deliver the recognition slip and the leftover items to the guild as much as possible, but that's an unspoken understanding, so they don't ask you to go into it.

To the person to whom you delivered the recognition slips, "Did you find any leftovers? He asks, "What did you do? The person asked replies, "No. That's the end of the story.

If this was the case, there were many people who would take the remains of the adventurers, leaving their identification slips in the dust. For the guild, and for the families left behind, it's important to verify the life and death of a missing adventurer.

Of course, there are those who submit their belongings according to the protocol. You can't blame them, but I have no obligation or duty to follow the guild's rules, having been expelled from the guild in the first place.

In spite of that, I collected everyone's recognition slips properly, so my actions are not to be blamed, even if they are praised!

After finishing the self-justification, it was time to go to the brothel.

You enter the shop your seniors took you to in the past, and you pick out a partner who you would not normally be able to talk to and show him/her to your room.

When you push him down with a snort and munch on his lips.

--The "it" has come.

With a thud, my heart jumped up and down. An urge not unlike a s*xual urge runs through your body.

The person I was held by force let out a small scream and looked at me accusingly.

It's the same age as me, but there's no doubt that she's a high-ranking prostitute, even for the price of a night.

She must have figured out long ago that I'm not used to this kind of situation.

A poor man who happened to have gotten a lot of money is being served without knowing how to caress, and the moment he is looked at with such contempt, the earlier impulse is multiplied in his head.

Forcing the person who dislikes me to hold the other person in my arms, I just put my lips to the other person's lips - 'I ate it'.

The important soul (thing) in the other person.

At that moment, the body of the woman bounced greatly in my arms.

I don't know what kind of sensation arose on the other side. However, I am sure it is something I have never felt before, and she is clearly confused and trying to move away from me.

But I ignored their actions. Or rather, I hadn't even seen it in the first place.

It was because I was drunk with tremendous pleasure.

That pleasure I felt when I first cut the first maggot in the Lord of the Flies' nest. That is what I felt as long as I sucked my lips.

And that's not all. My mouth was filled with a meltingly sweet taste.

Girls' lips are not sweet, or any other ratio, but really sweet. The sweetness, which seemed to be concentrated many times over from the island's sweet wine, was not my cup of tea, but at this moment it was the equivalent of heavenly nectar.

I would drink, drink, drink it to my heart's content.

How many times did I repeat this?

In my arms, the woman was blushing and her whole body was convulsing with a dumbfounded look on her face.

And yet I continue to do the act, and continue, and continue.....

When I came to my senses, my level had gone up to '6'.