Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 10: Taking Up Tasks for the Duchy (R-18)

Joji returned to his room, lit the mana stone chandeliers, and began to read.

Between Head Knight Gregorius’s guidance and the original Joji’s father’s notes, the Everhart Tempest Arts finally came into focus.

The style was not stiff the way he had first imagined. It could shift to fit his needs, like a multifunction tool.

That’s how he understood it.

Close quarters. Marksmanship. Even household chores. It did not chain its user to a single weapon path.

Joji had not been a combat master in his past life. He had been a man with a bachelor’s degree in physical therapy.

Later, he pushed through medical school and earned his license in his fifties.

He had spent years using that knowledge to keep his own body working.

Now he turned it into a weapon. He started with what he knew. Bodies were levers and limits.

Tendons held tension. Bones took load. Muscles pulled and released in patterns a man could learn like workouts.

Aura was new to Joji, but it did not feel like a miracle. He followed the book’s tips, then checked them against his own senses.

Control through muscle was the key to using it without burning out.

Quantity alone did not mean higher destructive output. It meant more to lose if you flailed.

The book said it in its blunt way.

Aura answered like another limb. Not a glow in the air, but an untrained arm that could go numb when his focus waned.

Joji practiced with care. Every clench. Every flex. Every small adjustment of shoulder, hip, and wrist, each repetition measured.

"Man, that felt like I just read useful reddit post."

He checked his status window. What he saw there gave him a huge surprise.

{Name: Joji of Sins Crossroad}

{Constitution: Embryonic Storm Bringer}

{Age: 21}

{First Job: Knight}

{Aura: 13.1}

{Mana: 2.2}

{Brawn: 5.4}

{Quickness: 5.1}

{Wisdom: 20.4} (⇧ 1.2)

{Stamina: 16.1}

{Charisma: 17.9}

{Fortune: 27.5}

{Progress of Training and Arts}

{Fundamental Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 65.4%}

{Intermediate Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 12.2%}

{Everhart Tempest Arts Series: 3/10} {Rank: S}

{Lightness of the Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 9.0%} (⇧ 6.6)

{Emerald Blade Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 8.4%} (⇧ 6.5)

{Protectorate Barrier Wind Arts}

{Measure of Proficiency: 7.6%} (⇧ 6.1)

{Titles and Achievements}

{Everyman}

{Can do, learn, and master pretty much any kind of job.}

{A Passive Skill Borne Forward from Your Former Life.}

After a while of smug satisfaction, Joji glanced at the bed and collapsed onto it. He did not notice the sun had already climbed again.

When he woke, he felt refreshed. He wiped himself down with a nearby towel and bucket, then went to the dining hall.

No one was there. The table sat empty.

"Weird... Where everybody at?" he murmured.

A passing maid noticed him staring and stopped.

"Sir Joji. What can I do for you?"

"Why ain’t nobody here for breakfast? Something going on?" he asked.

"There isn’t, sir. It’s already half past three in the afternoon," the maid said, then indicated the water worked clock.

"Ah, damn. My bad," he said, catching himself. "Hey, where’d you put the food at? I’m starving. Lemme get some."

"We’ll see to that for you, sir. If you would wait a moment, please."

The maid curtsied and left. A few minutes later, Joji came back with a heavy cloche in one hand and a pitcher in the other.

He knew the pitchers were washed, so he drank straight from it as he walked.

He headed for Daisy. The instinct of an old ladies’ man stirred, and it told him she was in no mood for games right now.

Joji knocked on her door and stated who he was.

"Yo, Daisy, baby girl, you in there?"

"Come in," said Daisy behind the door.

Daisy looked at Joji, cheeks flushed, mouth set in a small pout.

She was clearly displeased he had not been in her bed last night, as she had already assumed such nights would be their routine.

Joji knew that look. He set the cloche and pitcher on the desk, then leaned in and kissed her, slow and savoring.

His tongue met hers and held, drawing her in, unhurried.

Daisy stiffened at the newness of it, then pressed closer, legs tightening as she leaned into his taste.

When they parted, Joji did not step back. He saw the want in her and answered it without hesitation.

He slid to hand inside her cleavage, groping the huge bosom and pinching its pink sensitive buttons underneath.

"Look at you, acting all graceful and proper," he murmured through her ears.

Daisy shivered, fear and excitement knotted tight in her chest, the tremor in her body impossible to hide.

"You dare pretend like a clean woman with me?" Joji asked, pinching her harder.

Daisy moaned and shook her head, biting her lip in anticipation.

Joji lifted her easily by the legs and spread her against the wall in an indecent pose.

It was not gentle, but it was familiar. It was the very scene she had read in the book, line by line.

"Tell me, what do you call me when it’s just us two?" Joji asked as he slid his knees between her spread legs.

Daisy’s face went hot and red. The air caught in her throat, making it hard to speak, but she obeyed.

"Daddy," she said with difficulty.

"I can’t fucking hear," Joji spoke, as his tongue worked the buttons of her gown one by one.

"These big ass tits are getting way aren’t they?"

Joji drew hard on her nipples. The force of it made her eyes flutter and roll upward, her pleasure plain on her face.

Daisy’s mind was going blank again. Her hands combed through her hair, then went sideways to clutch at her legs, as if she did not know where to put them.

Joji dragged two chairs beside the sofa, arranging the space with care. He placed another by the door.

Then he set Daisy down again, only after he had finished teasing her.

"Strip. Now."

Daisy did as he asked like a slave.

Joji saw her chemise damp near her crotch. Daisy tried to hide it out of shame, but he slapped them out.

"You got the nerve to hide something from me, lil bitch."

Joji stripped her chemise away in one clean motion and pushed her back onto the sofa.

He set Daisy like a flower ornament, her legs spread between the two chairs.

Joji seized one of the hands Daisy used to brace herself against the leather sofa and guided it down to her dripping petals.

He guided her hands, showing her how to pleasure herself. Daisy watched for a moment, then soon she was doing it on her own.

Feeling it wasn’t enough, he grew rougher, slapping her huge peaks.

"C’mon. Suck these cow tits, you filthy little heiress," he demanded, his hands taking a firmer hold on them and dragging her raised pink points to her mouth.

Daisy cupped her breasts with her other hand, following what her daddy wanted to see.

Across from her, on the other couch, Joji lifted the cloche and took the bread.

He watched her with cold eyes as he sliced the ham and ate without hurry.

Daisy remained turned toward him while Joji treated her as his own private show.

Daisy felt even hotter. This was what she wanted. Disregarded. The feeling of abandon. Disrespected.

But only by her man, and only if she felt like it. She remembered how Joji would always tease her.

He dirtied her bed. He laughed at her clothes.

But when the other girls her age bullied her, Joji would slap them and call them worthless, no matter how much prettier they were than her.

As reminiscence turned her on, she shivered. Her toes curled.

Joji saw her crevice pulsing as she bit her lip to keep silent.

She stayed slumped on the sofa, panting hard.

Joji knew one thing about readers of women’s books.

He had known tens, if not hundreds, and they all told him the same thing.

They wanted to live their fantasies, but they were too shy to admit it.

Joji was about to straighten her dress when they both heard a knock.

"Daisy. May I come in?"

Daisy’s eyes widened, and Joji’s with them. Her legs trembled, strained in the wake of release.

Joji caught her elbow and helped her up, then dressed her quickly, his hands moving with practiced speed.

A thought flickered through Daisy’s mind at how easily he did it, how familiar it seemed.

But thinking Joji had been in the estate the whole time, not even going outside, so she forced the suspicion down and shelved it.

Daisy waved a hand. Small fireballs warmed the leather and dried the sofa.

"Don’t. The sofa will stain." Joji hurriedly stopped her.

He took a handkerchief and wiped it down, then opened the closed windows. Letting the wind blow in, scattering the paperworks.

"Daisy. What’s going on? Are you alright?"

"Y. Yes mother. I am quiet alright. A moment."

Joji picked them up and held them like harmless props for their secret escapade.

With a quick glance around the office, he opened the door, his eyes still on the page in his hand.

Duchess Rosalind stepped in. Surprise flickered across her face at the sight of Joji.

She studied him with an investigative gaze, then her eyes shifted to her daughter and narrowed.

Daisy’s forehead was damp, and a fine sheen of sweat clung above her lip.

Rosalind’s gaze lingered. Something had happened here.

Joji saw the scrutiny and remembered Daisy’s one flaw.

She was poor at lying to her mother. Only to her mother, at that.

It was a practice she had grown up with, because the two of them had never kept secrets from each other.

Rosalind’s brow began to lift, the unspoken demand clear.

Before Daisy could speak, Joji bent over the documents, riffling through them, eyes scanning fast until one line caught his attention.

A report of a beast incident. He coughed lightly, drawing both women’s attention.

"Ahem. Me and Daisy were talking about this," Joji said, lifting the page and giving it a little wave.

"Sir Joji, you seem interested in these beasts?" she asked, tone quite gauging the room.

Daisy’s lowered face flushed deeper, certain she had been discovered and named for what she was.

Then she looked up and saw the question was not meant for her. She forced herself calm, folding her hands neatly.

As Daisy steadied herself, Joji tapped the paper and raised his voice, adopting a loud, righteous air. Making the duchess focus on him.

"Why you ain’t sending anybody out here? You’d get way more people on your side if you just fixed this."

"You are correct," Duchess Rosalind said. "However, there are rumors of rebel forces hiding in those lands."

"I will not have my knights meet their end in an ambush."

Joji remembered the laws of this world, especially the ones that wrapped around knights like a noose.

A knight who idled in a castle and never made his name earned no respect, no matter his skill. Some were mocked for doing nothing beyond policing their own duchy.

Beast raids were one of the few clean ways to earn prestige.

"I’ll go," Joji said.

Daisy lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, blaming herself for indulging too far.

"You shouldn’t. Please, Joji," she said, eyes reddening.

Joji eased her back with a steady hand and shook his head.

"Lemme show y’all something."

He pulled out the Everhart Tempest Arts and showed them, letting the proof speak.

Both women stared, surprised. Even Daisy’s sadness was washed away.

Duchess Rosalind pulled Daisy back to her side and gave her a small, firm shake of the head.

"Daisy. He already threw away his pride for you and for me. This time we support him from the side."

Rosalind looked at Joji as if she expected a plan to already be waiting behind his eyes. Joji answered it before she could ask.

"I do have a plan. However, it’s better if only two people go."