Chapter7: Small settlement
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"Head up the stairs and walk straight to the end of the hallway. Your room is on the left-number eight. I'll have food brought to you," the receptionist said with a warm smile.
Henry accepted the key, and Shyla took the lead, guiding him toward his room.
As they ascended the stairs, whispers drifted through the air like echoes of secrets waiting to be unraveled.
"He's too cute. What's he doing here?"
"I heard his father disowned him."
Henry shook his head, brushing off the idle gossip. He had long grown accustomed to rumors shadowing his every step.
Shyla, oblivious to his thoughts, beamed as she reached the door. "Here's our room."
'Our?' Henry mused, his inner voice scoffing. But he said nothing, unlocking the door with a soft click.
The room was simple yet functional-a neatly made bed, a chest for storage, and a wooden table with a single chair in the corner.
A heavy sigh escaped Henry's lips as he walked into the room.
[Time to knock out, bitches.]
'Hal, stop it. I'm too embarrassed to even bring up the topic of sex.'
[Do you hear yourself, Henry? Your time is ticking. If you just ask, they'll be more than happy to oblige.]
Henry inhaled sharply. 'Alright, Hal. Let's give it a try. I don't want to die.'
[That's my boy. Make me proud.]
Henry cleared his throat, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Okay, ladies, this might sound weird, but I want to..." His voice faltered, his lips trembling.
[Say it, Henry.]
'I'm scared, Hal. What if they reject me? What if they beat me up?'
[You should've been reincarnated as a woman.]
Shyla tilted her head. "You want to...?"
Before Henry could respond, a knock interrupted the tense moment.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Vera walked over and opened the door. A young elf stood outside, bearing a striking resemblance to the inn's receptionist.
Must be her daughter, Vera thought.
"My mother asked me to bring this to you," the girl said, handing over a tray with a steaming bowl of meat stew, a hunk of bread, and a glass of deep-red juice.
Vera took the tray with a nod. "Thanks, young receptionist." She shut the door and turned back to the room.
Henry sank into the chair-it was just wood with a cushioned top, yet oddly comfortable.
"What's your name?" Shyla asked as she sat on the bed.
"Henry," he replied, though his focus wavered. Shyla's dress clung to her, the neckline teasing just enough to make his pulse quicken. She leaned slightly forward, her ample chest deliberately angled toward him.
"Henry... That's an unusual name," she mused.
He offered a warm smile, though inside, Hal's voice crackled with impatience.
[Your time is ticking, boy. Do you have a death wish?]
'Shut up, Hal.'
Shyla studied him closely. "Judging by your clothes, I'd say you're royalty."
"I was," Henry admitted, his tone laced with bitterness. "But my father nearly killed me because I'm weak with both sword and magic."
Shyla's eyes widened. "Whoa! There's only one male king, and from what I've heard, you must be the third son of King Darko."
Henry nodded stiffly.
"I'm so sorry. Males aren't supposed to be treated like that, but with King Darko... things are different."
Vera stepped forward, placing the tray in front of him. "Here's your meal, Henry."
He reached for the juice, its rich color catching his attention. He took a tentative sip-it was sweet, tangy, and utterly delicious.
"What's this?" he asked.
"A fruit juice we give to males," Vera replied casually.
"To males?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I get more? It's amazing."
Shyla chuckled with a warm smile on her face.
Vera responded hesitantly, "I'm not sure. One is enough for any male." She reached out, her fingers gently brushing through his hair.
[Get ready, Henry.]
'For what, Hal?'
A sharp ding echoed in Henry's mind. A notification materialized before his eyes.
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Sexual Boosting Fruit Detected.
Effect Activated.
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Henry's eyes flicked between the notification and the juice in his hand. "What the hell is this?"
"It's fruit juice, Henry," Vera said, her smile soft and unreadable.
His pulse quickened. 'Hal, they just drugged me.What's their mission''
[Relax, Henry. They aren't going to hurt]
'I haven't asked them out Hal'
[How many times do I have to remind you? This isn't Earth. Do you want to live or die?]
'Don't say that, Hal. I want to live.'
[Then remember-you're running out of time to complete your quest.]
Henry paled. 's**t. I almost forgot about that.'
[Really? You better not forget that you need 1,000 experience points to level up. And right now? You have zero.]
'So I have to sleep with both of them?'
[Unless you want to die.]
Across the room, Shyla leaned in close to Vera and whispered, "Did you sprinkle strawberry essence in that juice?"
Vera smirked. "Of course. Don't you want to have s*x with him? I've never slept with a human male before."
Shyla hesitated. "Yeah, but... what if he doesn't like s*x?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Everyone in this world loves sex."
Henry watched them, his thoughts swirling. 'What are they whispering about, Hal?'
[How to have s*x with you.]
'No way. That's insane. Why would two women be discussing that?'
[Henry, shut the f**k up and take charge before I lose my patience.]
Henry swayed slightly, the effects of the drink hitting him all at once. "Hey... did I just hear you two say s*x?"
Shyla fumbled, her face heating. "Ahh... well... kind of... no! I mean-"
"Yes," Vera interrupted confidently. "Master, we want to have s*x with you."
Henry's vision blurred slightly. He narrowed his eyes at Vera. "Before anything else... I saw you near my drink, Vera. What did you put in it?"
His body felt heavier by the second.
'Hal... what's happening?'
Vera turned to Shyla, concern flashing in her eyes. "I don't think his body can handle the juice's effects."
Shyla hurried to Henry's side, gently lowering him onto the bed.
His eyelids fluttered. "I just... hope I don't die," he murmured before the world faded to black.
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