Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 8: Claiming the Prizes on Completion

Joji woke late, closer to noon. Daisy was beside him, still sound asleep.

He felt a little bad. He had not been able to do it. She had been too tight.

Shaking the thought off, he searched her room for anything that could complete the Risqué Mission.

Joji then stumbled to her small workstation.

Shelves lined the walls, stacked with magic grimoires, alchemical memoirs, and studies of geometry and mathematics.

He skimmed them, not reading for pleasure, only hunting for a photo, a booklet, a letter, a diary. Nothing.

After an hour without finding anything that could help him, Joji moved on.

He sighed. Daisy’s room was too large, the size of a penthouse he once owned.

He opened a door. Inside were hundreds of gowns and sets of pajamas, packed together.

Joji rummaged through the fabrics carefully, checking hems and seams for anything hidden. Still nothing.

He checked behind the curtains, the window frames, and even knocked on the tiles themselves.

Then his eyes found the obvious, and he slapped his forehead.

"How’d I not think of that earlier?"

He lifted the mattress and felt along the frame.

A small cache sat there, tucked into the make of the bed.

"Bingo."

The problem came right after. He did not have the key.

Daisy was nude, so she clearly did not have it on her.

He searched anyway, and Daisy roused.

Joji froze, watching her eyes stay closed, her lips murmuring.

"Joji... let me rest..." Daisy mumbled in her sleep, the words blurring together.

"Don’t scare me like that," Joji murmured.

On the bedboard, the pajamas still hung. A small glint of light flashed to Joji’s eyes, too easy to miss.

There it was. A small golden key.

Joji slowly took it and inserted it in the cache. It opened with a quiet click. Inside were four books.

The one on top was a diary, bound shut with metal. He could have forced it, but he did not.

The other three books told their own story by title alone.

Princess at Day, A Rugged Knight’s Plaything at Night.

The Overbearing Prince Binds the Slum Princess.

Defiling the Dignity of the Goddess with His Monster.

Joji swallowed and muttered.

"Damn."

He noticed the author name. Lena Reid. It struck him as familiar, too familiar, and he shook his head, taking it for coincidence.

He opened Princess at Day, A Rugged Knight’s Plaything at Night. He read a few lines, telling himself it was for investigation purposes.

"The princess wailed for the knight to stop. Her legs were spread by force, then it was lifted into the air. There was no play. He plunged it in dry."

"The knight rammed her more than a church bell would toll in its lifetime. When the sky slightly lit up. The knight groaned. White flowed, her inside womb descended and gulped every drop."

"The princess cried and told him she hated him. But the gushing fountain between her legs and her ecstatic smile made her the worst liar in the kingdom."

The writing was graphic enough that he closed it again and shut his eyes for a moment.

He had acted scenes like that before. Still, it was different reading them here, under this roof, in this bed.

"Well, if that makes her happy, then who am I to judge," he murmured.

He put everything back as neatly as he found it. By then Daisy was shifting, so Joji slid under the blanket in his underpants and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

The sudden warmth woke her properly. She hugged back. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," Daisy answered, hoarse.

Her hand found his arm and held on. With clarity came embarrassment, then guilt.

Daisy was a woman, yet she felt she had given him nothing last night.

She had insisted she could take it, but she had been too tight, too unready.

In her head, not pleasing her man meant failure.

Joji knew what she was thinking. He did not dress it up with lies.

He also did not let it derail him. He had a mission to finish, and he did not trust the world to wait.

"Daisy... if you’re feeling guilty about last night, don’t. You promised you’d keep it real with me, right?"

She nodded, fingers tightening around his.

"I saw the same books you were looking at. I’m not gonna lie to you. Curiosity just got me," he said.

Color rushed up her face, right to the tips of her ears.

"If you wanna ease that guilt, then answer me this." He kept his voice steady, gentle, but practical too. "You want me to do those things to you?"

She nodded again, her heart speeding up as her mind slipped back to last night, to the way she had begged and how Joji never stopped.

In her imagination he did it with a cold kind of passion, as if drilling her into place, giving her the roughness she wanted, holding her under control.

Heat rolled through her. Joji could tell she wanted it, but he kept to the order of things. Mission first.

"Which parts you into?" he asked. "Daisy, I need you to keep it real with me. What do you actually want? What’s your heart say?"

Daisy did not feel shy with Joji. She had known this talk would come sooner or later, and she thought it better to be honest with the man she wanted.

She got dressed, took the key from Joji’s hand, then pulled one book from the cache.

It was Princess at Day, A Rugged Knight’s Plaything at Night.

Then she sat close and pointed to the passages she meant, her fingers steady.

Joji read as she guided him. With each marked line he felt himself pulled back toward the adult filming industry, old work stirring in his mind.

He nodded through it, not judging, only taking inventory.

The System chimed after the third book. His mission was complete.

This time they washed like a couple, wiping each other’s back before they had to attend dinner.

Together they walked into the large dining hall.

As soon as Joji sat at the table, he felt a strong pressure pressing in from somewhere nearby.

Duchess Rosalind.

Joji did not flinch. His conscience was clear.

Instead of running from whatever fate came hunting, he embraced what had been handed to him.

"Good evening, Duchess," Joji greeted casually.

Duchess Rosalind did not reply. She looked at Daisy instead, eyes weighing her daughter as if she had never seen her before.

The rounded shoulders were gone. The upper back that used to curve forward had straightened.

Even Daisy’s sleepy glaze had burned away. Her eyes were sharp now, awake in a way they rarely were.

Her skin looked radiant under the lamps, blushing like blooming peonies.

In the Duchess’s eyes, Daisy seemed a different person at the table.

Rosalind welcomed the improvement. Still, she was a woman with years under her belt, and she knew that kind of afterglow too well to mistake it for a miracle.

For now, she said nothing. The dining hall filled with chewing and silence.

Joji finished quickly.

He leaned in and kissed Duchess Rosalind on the cheek, then kissed Daisy the same.

After that he went back to Daisy’s room and opened the System interface.

Two missions sat there, completed.

{The Risqué Sir’s First Mission.}

{A true gentleman draws out a lady’s hidden truth with gentle patience, not by force.}

{Your betrothed, Daisy Everhart, has been unwell. Something within her has swollen and grown hot, and shame has bound her tongue.}

{Learn what she truly wants, what she truly needs. Make her feel safe enough to speak plainly, not wrapped in polite lies, nor concealed behind easy shrugs.}

{The deed is done: The mission stands complete.}

{Marks of thy Undertaking: SSS}

{Will you claim your reward this very moment?}

Joji was satisfied. He turned it over in his mind and knew Daisy’s transparency had really helped with the marks the system had given him.

He did not claim the reward right away. He looked at the other interface, the one titled honorable.

{The Honorable Sir’s First Mission.}

{The estate’s knights are worn to the quick by your quarrel with Duchess Rosalind Everhart.}

{Go to the yard. Spar with a hundred of them, and by your spirit and example, lift their hearts, knit their fellowship anew, and draw them back into camaraderie with you.}

{The deed is done: The mission stands complete.}

{Marks of thy Undertaking: A+}

{Will you claim your reward this very moment?}

Joji had played enough games to know when a system was being generous.

For now, he wanted to see what his time had been made worth. He chose to claim the Risqué Sir’s reward first.

Before he could, a prompt appeared, finally telling him what he was about to receive.

{Take heed: This is an alteration of the flesh, and it shall grant you command over many auras.}

{Are you certain to continue?}

{Proceed?} {Withdraw?}

Joji searched the interface for any hint of what the reward would be.

There was nothing. No description, no warning, no fine print he could pick apart.

His caution sharpened. Joji did not trust the system much before. Now he trusted it even less.

"Sir Engine, will anything about my body change? Could you at least give me a list?" he asked, quietly frustrated.

{Calm yourself. This change shall not hinder thy daily life.}

{What to Expect: You will now require more food for sustenance.}

He thought it through. If it meant a few less meals, that was no problem.

He had lived in gyms, counted portions, cut, bulked, done the boring discipline until it became habit.

Whatever the System asked, he told himself he could handle it.

Joji made the decision and chose to proceed.

Smoke spilled out of nowhere, darker than any black he had ever seen, swallowing the room like ink poured into water.

"Yo. Yo. I ain’t coming for all this," he said, and his own voice sounded far away.

Lightning flickered inside the moving smoke. He could not see his hands. Panic climbed his throat.

Electricity punched through him. His body arched, muscles locking like they were being wound tight by an unseen grip.

"Shit," he rasped.

The smell hit next, sharp and foul, like scorched cloth and hair.

He tried to slap at himself on instinct, but he could not find his own skin through the dark.

Heat rolled over him, relentless, and then the world snapped.

Joji lost consciousness.