Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 70: Joji’s New Routine at the Everhart Estate

Lena came up behind Joji and slipped her hands over his eyes.

Joji knew at once who it was. He was curious how she had gotten into the room without using the door, but instead of pulling away, he chose to play along.

He held still for a beat too long, and that was enough to make Lena uneasy.

For one brief moment, she feared he had mistaken her for an intruder.

Then Joji turned sharply, caught her by the sides, and began to tickle her without mercy.

"Stop. Joji, stop. Stop. I’m going to pee myself. Stop," Lena cried, half laughing, half pleading.

Joji relented before she truly disgraced herself. When he let her go, he looked her over from head to toe, suspicion and amusement mingling in his face.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

Lena did not hide anything.

She told him about the rewards she had received and showed him everything, the rings, the strange scepter, even the new skill called Put Your Head on My Shoulder.

Then, with a care that surprised even herself, she took the larger ring and slipped it onto the ring finger of Joji’s left hand.

She looked up at him with open anticipation, not noticing how much she had already changed, how far she had drifted from the woman she used to be.

Joji examined the ring, then clicked his tongue in mock offense.

"Is this princess cut? I told you I wanted emerald cut. Princess cut makes my hands look fat."

He said it in the exact tone of a spoiled gold digger, and Lena, who had been having a perfectly sincere moment, could only roll her eyes.

Still, the satisfaction on his face was impossible to miss.

She had seen that look before, back when he bought his first Lambo.

This made Lena feel smug.

"I just did you a favor, baby. Where’s my kiss?" Lena said, trying to bury the feeling under her usual bravado.

But Joji knew her too well for that. He got closer and pulled her into a hug.

"Thanks, Lena. This’ll help me a lot," he said, and this time there was no teasing in him at all.

Lena felt her heart hammer against her ribs. She had spent so much of her life feeling overlooked.

She had accepted mostly sexual relationships because she doubted anyone would truly want her.

She feared no man would take a woman who had opened her legs to almost anyone.

They did not know the truth of it. She simply did not want to be homeless at the end of the day.

To be taken seriously, and by him of all people, struck deeper than she was ready for.

She closed her eyes and hugged him back.

A moment later, Joji handed back the strange weapon, the one that felt like a bat studded with nails.

"Lena, I think you should train properly too," he said. "What you have is seriously overpowered."

Lena let out a weary sigh.

"I want that too. But my pay here is only a hundred gold a month. I have some savings, but altogether it’s only around eight thousand, more or less. That’s basically everything I’ve earned since becoming a proper maid in this life."

There was a quiet melancholy in her voice that lingered after the words left her.

To train as a knight was no simple matter. One had to circulate aura every day without fail.

With at least five hours of daily practice, a person could raise their threshold by a quarter of a point, perhaps as much as two points in a year if they were especially gifted.

That was why people like Joji and Daisy had begun at the age of ten, when energy first began to manifest within the body.

It was also the reason Joji had received no inheritance from Sins Crossroad.

Now Lena stood before that same wall, with talent in her hands and too little coin to make proper use of it.

Lena possessed both aura and mana, but she had no method to cultivate either of them properly.

Two years ago, when Joji had been injured after claiming victory in the academy tournament, she had spent three days and three nights caring for him.

If she had not done that, she doubted she ever would have found the chance to complete that first mission and draw out the true spark between them.

But the dense headed original was gone now. Lena was now with her male best friend. Joji was the only man in that industry she deemed clean.

He was the only one she could truly trust with her future in this new world.

So Lena looked at him with open hope in her eyes.

Joji caught that look and seemed to understand at once.

"Lena, listen," he said. "Walter and I are about to start a business. I’m thinking soap, lotion, perfume, things like that."

"I’ve seen how good you are at knitting those soft little bears, so we can sell those too. But I also want you making underwear for both men and women, a premium line only."

"Something as close to modern comfort as we can manage, then we’ll sell it at a sky high price. You in?"

"Sounds good. Now I kinda understand why did those visits. By any chance aren’t you like a mysterious CEO then? That feels kind of hot," Lena said, patting the crotch between her legs.

"We can do that later," Joji said.

Just as he raised her hands, Lena closed in to her, already feverish already.

"I know you are busy. I will not keep you long," Lena whispered. She made quick work of his belt. "Do not pull. Just put it all deep inside me so we do not have to clean."

A quarter of an hour passed before their voices joined in a final groan.

Lena moved quickly as she reached for her supplies.

She took a small towel and patted Joji’s dick clean. She was mindful of the time he had to spend elsewhere.

Then Lena kissed him and went on her way.

A little later, Joji headed for the guest room.

More precisely, he meant to see the Lady of the Swamp.

He knocked once, and the door opened.

The witch on the bed, lying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling as though lost in some important thought.

"What’s on your mind?" Joji asked.

"Nothing. I just want to be near you, that’s all," the Lady of the Swamp said.

Then she lifted the troll’s heart, still sealed inside its steel box.

"The curse was difficult to erase. To remove it completely would have taken years, so I changed it instead."

"Rather than turning you fully into a troll, it will only make you a little taller and somewhat stronger. That is the best I can do, especially since you seem intent on eating it now."

Joji knew the witch could read his thoughts, but he let the matter rest.

He had already learned that she could not perceive his system.

Even when he called up its window in her presence, whether in quiet moments or otherwise, there always seemed to be some blankness in her understanding, as though that part of him simply did not exist to her senses.

Then the witch looked at him and asked, far more softly than before,

"Joji, how long do I need to wait before you become strong? I want to see little versions of us running around already."

Joji did not answer at once.

Instead, he asked,

"How many people in this world are stronger than you?"

The question caught her off guard. She paused and actually considered it.

"A thousand, perhaps," she said at last. "That includes my master. Why do you ask?"

Joji watched her carefully.

"And how many of them would want to capture you, or claim you for themselves?"

The Lady of the Swamp frowned, then gave a small shrug.

"Most of them, if I am being honest. True witches are rare. Many want to understand how our powers work. That is why Walpurgis exists."

"If one of us is taken, the others come. Behind all of us stands the Mother Witch, and she is not bound to one place. So yes, I would say we are safe enough."

Joji let that sit between them for a moment. He leaned in with a heavy question.

"What if the child is only a half witch?" Joji asked. "Would you feel the pain if they were stolen from you?"

The Lady of the Swamp fell silent as she searched her mind.

This was a part of her soul she had never explored.

She shut her eyes and let an image form.

She saw a little girl with her own face, crying out for her and calling for Joji.

Then the dream turned to blood. She saw the child torn apart and split open before her eyes.

The girl was tossed aside like a discarded rug in the dirt.

Tears spilled from her eyes before she even understood why, and a deep ache took root in her chest as though something inside her had been torn open.

Joji reached for her at once, clasping the Lady of the Swamp’s hand and pulling her back from the horror of her own thoughts.

When she looked up, she saw that the walls of the castle had cracked.

Duchess Rosalind rushed into the guest room, alarm plain on her face.

The witch did not so much as glance at her at first.

She only looked at Joji, her voice small and pleading in a way he had never heard before.

"Why does it hurt right here?" she asked, pressing a hand to her chest, her eyes red with grief and rising fury.

"Because children are a part of you," Joji said simply.

Outside, the whole estate had fallen into chaos.

The ground had turned to bog, and knights were sinking to their knees in mud as they shouted to one another in confusion.

The Lady of the Swamp turned at last toward Rosalind.

She knew the duchess was a mother, and now she looked at her with the same desperate need for understanding.

"Young Rosalind," she said, "how would you feel if Daisy were taken, cut apart, and her body cast aside?"

At once, wrath twisted across the duchess’s face, and her mana flared so fiercely that the air in the room seemed to burn.

Joji moved quickly, catching Rosalind by the arm and explaining in hurried words that the witch was not mocking her.

She was only trying to understand her own feelings.

The duchess calmed herself by force, though the answer she gave came out no less cold for it.

"I would hunt every last one of them to the ends of the world," Rosalind said. "I would not stop until they were dead. I would not care what stood in my way, or who suffered for it."

"If they took the only thing in this world that mattered most to me, then I would answer with everything I had."

The Lady of the Swamp went still.

Until that moment, she had thought such fury would belong to her alone.

Now, at last, she understood what Joji had meant. Understood what he had feared.

She turned to the other side of the bed, ashamed that she had failed to see something so simple.

"Sorry for bringing up the topic," the witch said quietly.

Then she lifted her hand. Above the estate, her lotus blossom rose into the sky, and from it waves of power spread outward.

The damage began to mend at once. Cracked walls sealed themselves.

The drowned earth firmed and lifted. Bent steel drew itself free of mud and straightened cleaner than before.

Even soaked papers dried where they lay. By the time the magic settled, the Everhart Estate had not merely been repaired. It had been improved.

Outside, the knights broke into cheers when they saw their stone arena standing whole again, remade as though the estate itself had been granted a second life.

Duchess Rosalind recognized the magic at once.

It was a mythical art spoken of only in legend, known as Material Restoration.

It did not reverse time, though it came close enough to feel like the same miracle.

The spell sought to return an area to its original state, and once that was done, the surrounding energies, not only mana, would refine the restored object even further. A true Rank-8 spell.

The duchess said nothing and left the two of them to it.

"Well, I suppose we can just make you stronger faster, can’t we?" the Lady of the Swamp said, her face settling back into its usual calm. "Tell me. How I can help?"