Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 68: Everyone Receives Rewards from Emotional to Material
Joji, Daisy, Lena, and the witch exchanged fluids so much that they grew fond of each other.
The over thirty strap-ons were used up. Over a hundred stone dildos scattered all over the floor.
Joji and Lena lasted in the adult industry because of this. Hygiene.
Daisy was still on top of Joji. This time, she could control herself.
Her face was still twitching, but she started enjoying the sex more than just melting down.
"Let us come together, Joji," Daisy invited.
Joji moaned one last time and felt like he had reached a new height.
He came a total of one hundred and twenty-seven times in three days.
He was not sure if that was a world record on Earth, but he was sure he was the only one who could do that.
The witch then kissed him from the right and cuddled. Her curse was lifted.
The body of the witch had become more normal. Still, her breasts were still large.
"Joji, what do you think these massive knockers are at?" Lena said, fondling the witch’s boobs casually.
"Forty-two DD," Joji guessed, naming her bra size.
"I want to bet on it, but hell, I guessed the same," Lena shrugged.
The witch then squinted at Joji. She was not born a human. She was a bog spirit, a true witch one would say.
Basically, she would exist forever as long as the Lost Boy’s Marsh existed.
Still, to think she could make a life with Joji was beyond her. She then kissed him and asked gently.
"Joji, you know I’m not human. I am a spirit," the witch of the swamp said. Joji only smiled.
"Yeah? What of it?" he asked.
"My nature is of the swamp and I do not want to make a child with a swamp monster. Still, why could I make a child with you?" the witch asked in confusion.
One reason her master had been so angry was that, despite being more than a thousand years older, the Lady of the Swamp had never conceived, while her master and the husband she had then were trying for a child. For a mortal man, twenty years was already a very long time.
But after her very first impregnation, the Lady of the Swamp knew she could do it.
As a spirit, she held near-perfect mastery over her own body, though the pleasures of a man had remained foreign to her until now.
A thought came to her so suddenly it almost made her laugh.
If her master ever found Joji, she would never share him. She would sooner parade a hundred children before that woman’s face and savor every heartbeat of envy.
The image rose easily in her mind, little versions of herself and Joji crowding around that rude master of hers, snorting at her, tugging at her hair, and turning her pride to ash.
At the thought, a pleasant ache stirred in her chest, warm and deep and wholly unfamiliar. She did not yet know its name.
"Joji, would you like to build this life with me?" the Lady of the Swamp asked with a smile.
"Look, Lady of the Swamp. I do not mind having a child with you but not right now. I want Daisy to have my firstborn. Is that fine?" Joji said.
To be honest, Joji was not all about family, but in this day and age, a family was needed as the Duchy needed to live on.
Now in this new life, he could try with peace of mind once he got strong.
"I understand. Since you said so, then I will disperse your seeds for now. Do they know you are not human?"
Lena and Daisy both turned to Joji at once, looking at him as though something about him had shifted in plain sight.
The Lady of the Swamp had spoken too freely again.
"Lady of the Swamp," he said, with patient certainty, "I am human. Believe me."
She understood the warning beneath the words and nodded at once.
"Apologies, love," she murmured, then kissed him in a way that was almost conspicuously innocent, as though copying the soft affection Daisy so often showed him.
Joji rose and began cleaning the room.
There was no food left. Only the pitcher remained, and even that had long since been drained.
It was already the twentieth refill, and now it too was empty.
The room had the spent stillness of a place cut off from the rest of the world for too long.
Daisy moved first. She crossed to the window and pushed it open, letting fresh air spill inside.
At once she felt lighter, as though some last weight had finally slipped from her chest.
Joji had assured her again and again that seeing her happy was reward enough for him.
She had wanted to believe it. Now, at last, she did.
Then she looked down.
Knights were already rushing across the courtyard below with ladders in tow. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
The witch had gone too far after all. In trying to seal away their cries and keep their passion hidden, she had not merely muffled the room.
She had cut it off entirely from the outside world. No answer had come from within for three days.
The duchess had been half sick with worry over both Daisy and Joji.
For one grim stretch of time, she had even begun thinking that if the worst had happened, she might need to remarry and produce another heir for the duchy.
The moment the knights saw Daisy at the window, relief swept through them so strongly it was almost visible.
"What’s going on?" Daisy shouted down, already snatching up a length of black curtain to cover herself.
Beside her, the Lady of the Swamp leaned out with only her hands drawn across her chest, entirely too unconcerned with appearances.
The knights below, being men of ordinary appetites, did not exactly avert their eyes.
Lena reacted first and yanked the witch back by the arm, her blonde hair flashing in the window before she vanished from view.
No one below was a child.
Between the blankets, curtains, and hurried scrambling inside that tower room, there was little left to guess.
Everyone knew that corner chamber belonged to Joji.
Everyone also knew that three women had not spent three days in there discussing philosophy.
Before long, many of the knights were looking up at Joji with open admiration.
Yet something real had changed.
After those three days, Daisy was no longer the same woman she had been before.
It was Joji’s casual dismissal of the Lady of the Swamp that changed everything for her.
That was no small thing in her eyes.
The witch was the sort of existence no ordinary nation could hope to match unless it marched by the hundreds of thousands.
With a word, she have offered Joji a life drowned in devotion and pleasure, hidden away in the endless reaches of the Lost Boy’s Marsh.
Any man with weaker resolve might have vanished gladly into that kind of affection and never looked back.
But Joji had not. What Daisy heard instead was simple.
He wanted to stay. He wanted her to bear his firstborn.
He had turned away from an easy, undemanding future for Daisy’s sake.
If that was not love, then Daisy no longer knew what love was supposed to be.
The truth, however, was less noble and more human than the meaning Daisy gave it.
Joji liked Daisy because she was exactly his type.
She was virtuous, pleasing to the eye, and so deeply opposed to the thought of any other man that even the idea seemed to offend her nature.
Around others, she could be guarded. Around him, she bent. There was something in that soft contradiction that appealed to him more than he cared to admit.
Her gentleness toward him, and toward him alone, stirred a selfish satisfaction he suspected many men would understand, even if few would speak of it plainly.
More than that, Daisy wanted nothing grand from him. She only wanted to stay by his side.
The witch was different. Joji knew that an existence like hers could change her mind as suddenly as the weather over a marsh.
If that day ever came, he would be the one left with nowhere to go and no one to grieve to but himself.
Lena, meanwhile, had already returned to her own room, rubbing her hands together as she waited for the promised reward like an adventurer on the verge of opening treasure.
{Saintess of Immovable Loyalty and Risqué Trysts}
{WHOLESOME TASKS}
[✓] [Hold hands with the man you have chosen, with the feelings that befit him.]
[Requirements: Sincerity regarding one particular matter.]
[Reward: Wield both the aura of a knight and the mana of a magician.]
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[✓] [Share a kiss with the man you have chosen in this life.]
[Requirements: Genuine feelings for one another.]
[Reward: A Girl’s Magic Bag]
[Note: You may choose the design once the mission has been completed.]
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[✓] [Cuddled close in bed, while speaking earnestly of the future you will share.]
[Requirements: Talk about the genuine plans you want to pursue in your lives.]
[Reward: Scepter of Fidelity]
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[ ] [(NEW) Let the two of you stroll the city from morning to dusk, steps light, minds unburdened, and hearts turned gently toward one another.]
[Requirements: Enjoy each other’s company as though you were the last two souls left in the world.]
[Reward: Round Shield of Loyalty]
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{TASKS OF TRYSTS AND PASSION}
[Currently Available: 0]
[The First Tryst with My Lover]
[Set aside your maiden’s restraint, and give yourself to him willingly, so he may know the joy of being chosen as your partner.]
[Reward Rating: SSS]
[Open now?]
Lena had not designed the bag herself, mostly because she had no idea how.
After wrestling with it for a while, she finally gave up and asked the system instead.
"Can you just make me something that fits my situation now and will still be useful in the future? I really have no idea."
Her thinking was simple. If she insisted on designing it herself and ended up crippling its potential, then all she would prove was that she was an idiot.
A moment later, something cool and solid dropped into her palm.
Not a bag. A ring.
[Channel your mana, aura, or any form of energy into the ring. A small portal will appear.]
’I fucking knew it. Getting too excited only ever earns me the smaller prize,’ she thought.
She did as the system instructed, channeling her energy into the ring.
At once, a large holographic frame appeared before her. The space within it looked to be about six cubic meters, suspended in midair.
Lena tested it at once. She tossed stuffed toys into it first, then dragged over her double mattress and shoved that in as well.
Both vanished cleanly. When she focused again, the mattress appeared inside the floating space like an object suspended in virtual reality.
With a thought and a pull, she drew it back out, and it materialized in front of her as though it had never left.
Her grin widened.
Not satisfied, she opened the window and snatched a fat caterpillar from the tree outside.
The moment she tried to store it, the thing simply dropped to the floor.
Living creatures, then, were out. She tested fruit next, and those went in without trouble.
"Isn’t this absurdly overpowered?" Lena said, unable to hide the delight in her voice.
Then something hard bumped lightly against her backside.
She turned and found another ring.
This one was larger, set with a heavy red stone that looked far more extravagant than the first.
"Damn, don’t tell me this is for Joji."
For the moment, she tucked it away and picked up the scepter instead.
It looked almost exactly like the sort of thing royalty on Earth would carry, except for the head.
Where a crowned rod ought to have borne a sphere, this one held sixteen spikes arranged around an empty center, as though something important had once been set there and later removed.
She gave it an experimental swing like a bat. The balance felt surprisingly good.
That, too, went into the ring.
Then she clicked the Open Now prompt on the mission titled The First Tryst with My Lover.
She had saved it for last because it was the only mystery among the rewards.
Better to face any disappointment after the others had already put her in a good mood.
But Lena’s expression shifted. In that instant, she understood the others had only been the beginning.
This one carried real weight. The kind that promised to change her life.
