Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 61: The Risqué Sir’s Second Mission

Joji, Daisy, and Lena were back on the road by then.

Daisy had gone to sleep with her head resting on Joji’s legs, wholly untroubled, as if the world itself could do no harm while she lay there.

Her plan had been plain enough. When they returned home, she meant to spend the night in his arms, and so she was gathering her strength now while she could.

Lena, meanwhile, drove the donkey along with a low whistle on her lips.

"Lena... you know you got to use magic, or aura, if you’re tryna not get knocked up, right?" Joji said.

At once, Lena flared both aura and mana across her body.

Joji fell silent.

A wicked grin spread across her face.

"Yo," Lena said, sneering sideways at him, "this bitch is getting laid."

Joji could only look at her. And thinking on it, he had the sudden sense that this might be exactly the sort of moment that drew the eye of the Risqué Sir.

Joji took a deep breath and chose to accept a mission from the Risqué Sir.

Sure enough, he came once again.

The mustached man appeared before him with those passionate eyes of his, chest broad and muscular, a rose raised high in one hand and a piece of lacy undergarment dangling from the other like some sacred relic of debauchery.

{The Risqué Sir’s Second Mission}

{Why should joy belong to three alone, when four well-met souls may partake as one?}

{Lena has now shown her truest colors, and in so doing has stirred another nature in Daisy. The first pair are already of one accord. Now a third queen is drawn from the deck and comes to join your hand.}

{Wield your splendor well, and lavish your favor upon these three queens. Let them be bound together by your charm, your wit, and, honestly, what dangled between your legs.}

{Time’s measure: three sunrises and three nights.}

{Penalty: The virile measure of twelve you now boast will be reduced to a pitiful remnant of two. Cast aside all thought of pleasure and prepare yourself for a life of monkhood.}

Joji was no longer surprised when the Risqué Sir appeared.

Even so, one concern rose above all others in his mind, not lust, not novelty, but cleanliness.

In his past life, he had seen co-stars ruined by the trade, some dead from diseases caught in the dark spaces between pleasure and carelessness.

That memory had never left him. What he had now felt different.

Untouched. Clean. His alone. Something that could be shaped to his liking rather than borrowed from a world that had already worn it thin.

What more could a man ask for?

Then his brow furrowed. A third woman.

The words stirred an image he did not want. Duchess Rosalind rose in his mind at once.

The original Joji had been a vigorous man, and somewhere in the marrow of this body, the habit of that desire still lingered.

Rosalind had lived too long in his subconscious, appearing in flashes unbidden, enough that even Joji of Earth had inherited the body’s instinctive reaction to her.

Daisy, resting against him, felt the sudden heat and gave the bulge between his legs a light pinch.

"You were thinking of me, weren’t you?" she murmured, still half-drowsy.

"Yeah. All you. No one else," Joji said quickly.

He forced his mind away from Rosalind and fixed it instead on Daisy, on her softness, on the way she would likely fill out even more with time.

"She’ll definitely grow into that figure after a while," he murmured to himself.

But as they drew nearer to Everhart Estate, the very air began to feel wrong.

The sky had changed.

Joji rose at once, alarm cutting through every other thought. Daisy felt it too.

Whatever drowsiness had been in her vanished in an instant, and she sat straight up beside him.

It was mana. Not a single current, but a violent collision of two forces striking against one another high above the estate.

"Hurry, Lena. Check it out," Joji ordered.

The moment they arrived, the scene before them drove all idle thoughts from the mind.

Every knight in sight was prostrate on the ground.

Only Head Knight Gregorius still held his ground, braced behind his shield, aura surging at full force as emerald winds wrapped his body like armor.

And above them stood Duchess Rosalind.

Six elemental orbs revolved behind her in solemn, terrible splendor.

Fire. Ice. Lightning. Wind. Light. Darkness. Not gentle elements, not scholarly tricks, but forces born for ruin and war.

Around her, magic circles bloomed in the air one after another, bright and intricate, filling the heavens above her like the first signs of calamity.

Opposite her stood a woman in long dark-green robes, white-haired and strange to behold, spectacles perched upon her nose, with a comical lotus leaf and lotus flower above her head as though the swamp itself had crowned her.

She looked at the duchess with open exasperation.

"Listen, young lady, I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m looking for a man this wee big."

The white-haired woman raised her hands high in an exaggerated measure, showing just how tall the man in question was meant to be.

"There are many men of that height across these lands," Duchess Rosalind said coldly. "Do not try to fool me, Bog Witch."

The woman clicked her tongue.

"Young lady, do not test my patience. I know he’s in there. Let me look, and let me in."

Rizz, just as confused as everyone else, had been peering out from his window.

The moment he caught sight of her, he ran outside at once.

"Fairy Bog Mother. Chill, yo. Chill," Rizz said, waving his hooves.

The woman turned, and her face softened.

"Little Rizz. You’ve grown."

There was no mistaking her then. It was the Lady of the Swamp.

"Tell this little girl to calm herself," the lady said, pointing straight at Duchess Rosalind.

"I already told her I was only looking for my man."

Even from that distance, Joji heard enough.

And at once, he knew he was in trouble. A great deal of trouble.

He jumped down from the cart and broke into a run, aura flaring through his legs as he rushed toward them.

"Everyone, calm down, alright? Calm down!" he shouted.

Too late. The Lady of the Swamp moved first.

In a blink, she was at his side, and in the next instant, she had seized him and pulled him into her embrace.

"This is my man," she declared, snuggling against Joji as though she were welcoming home a husband returned from war.

At once, killing intent flashed in the duchess’s eyes.

"Joji," Rosalind said, her voice cold enough to frost steel, "what is the meaning of this?"

Daisy, however, cared nothing for the tension in the air, nor for the danger of standing between such women.

"He’s mine," she snarled, and with sudden strength, she pulled Joji toward her, as though some hidden warrior had awakened inside her.

"Why are you claiming him as yours?"

"Little girl, don’t..."

The Lady of the Swamp paused midsentence, her strange eyes narrowing as she looked Daisy over more carefully.

"You’re hurt. Let me help you."

She laid a hand upon Daisy with no more force than a mother might use to smooth a child’s hair.

The effect was immediate.

Daisy had not been bleeding, but there had been bruising within, a lingering soreness tucked beneath the surface, little aches left behind by strain and indulgence alike.

All of it vanished beneath that single touch. What remained was only the warm thrum of anticipation she had been nursing all along, that private heat she had intended to spend later, now made all the clearer by the thought that Lena might be joining them.

Some of the tension left Daisy’s eyes then. She looked again at the Lady of the Swamp and, for the first time, truly saw her.

Joji and Alaric had both downplayed it.

They had downplayed her badly.

This was no mere witch.

To Daisy, she looked like a goddess made flesh and set down before them in mocking simplicity, beautiful in that inhuman way certain legendary beings were beautiful, enough to make lesser women feel plain just by standing near.

That only aggrieved her further. Was Joji lying when he claimed he was not enamored of such a goddess?

She shot him a sour look, as if all he needed to do now was confess.

The Lady of the Swamp watched the shift in her face with mild interest, then noticed something else as well.

"Little girl, would you like me to take that heat away too?" she asked lightly. "I would not mind."

Daisy’s face shifted from feigned anger to reddened embarrassment at once.

"No, this is my passion and..."

Joji covered her mouth before she could finish.

She was still an heiress of Everhart.

If she started saying foolish things like that out in the open, her dignity would take the blow for it.

The Lady of the Swamp only tilted her head, amused.

Meanwhile, Duchess Rosalind let out a long breath. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The tension in the air eased, if only slightly.

It was plain enough now that this had begun as a misunderstanding, though from Rosalind’s side, the reaction had hardly been unreasonable.

A legendary being had appeared at her gates without warning and asked to be let inside in search of a man.

Few rulers alive would have met that calmly.

"Young lady of the Everhart," the Lady of the Swamp called, her tone cool again, "are you going to keep flaring your mana at my face?"

Duchess Rosalind let her power subside at last.

Then she turned and fixed Joji with the same sour look her daughter had given him earlier, a look full of doubt, plainly questioning whether he was truly the sort of man who could stay loyal to his betrothed.

Mother and daughter, for once, were perfectly united in judgment.

Lena climbed down from the carriage and came to stand near him, staring openly at the Lady of the Swamp with utter disbelief.

"What kind of mother of implants is that?" Lena muttered, both index fingers pointing at the witch’s exaggeratedly large breasts. "Are those tits fucking real?"

"Yeah, they are..." Joji began, then stopped.

He caught the look in Lena’s eyes at once, the sly, assessing gleam of a woman already wondering whether he had gotten involved where he should not have.

"She is not my side chick, Lena," Joji said under his breath. "Look, just go, alright? Serve some refreshments or something."

Lena, ever the scheming woman, went straight for what she wanted.

"Joji, do you think she can get me some kind of boob magic? I want mine bigger. Don’t worry, I just want to look a little prettier," Lena whispered with complete seriousness.

Joji did look at Lena, and sure enough, they were small, just like in her past life.

"Same small, fun tits, right? Still, I want to try out the big jiggles."