1.13 - Territory

Ilse had gotten a hang of the base area of the dungeon entrance, she barely saw other zeroes delving into the Sylvan Glade. She had spent the last two days doing her best to hunt down slimes for dungeon cores.

Ellete had briefly exchanged it into some gold at the guild, though Ilse required a bit more to participate in the big looming test. A lot more, Ilse, against her own better judgement had been advised by Ilse to instead buy some better gear, her dagger has started growing rusty. 

She purchased an iron sword from the guild's arsenal, it was cheap, at least according to Ellete, it was functional and unremarkable, but did the job all the same. It had left her with nothing but 15 gold, All she had left would be for food. Although Ellete led her to sleep in her apartment and allowed her to raid her pantry. She needed to start taking higher risks, more dangerous jobs.

Plants wouldn't cut it, the distance was too much of a problem, and the plant mass made her back hurt, not to mention slimes were growing tedious and too much of a hassle to clean up ever. 

Ellete had advised her against taking the Class advancement test too early, that because her mana level was too weak and her corruption too unstable and fluctuating. It would be better to wait it out for a week or so. 

Her stats had momentarily been raised, though she was a far cry from where she wanted to be. 

Strength: [6] > [8]

Dexterity: [8] > [9]

Mana: [7] > [10] 

Whether it was the result of their sexual encounters. Or the cleaving of wild beasts, she had decided that she needed to take some time away from Ellete. The girl's mood was impatient and aggressive today, her insults sharper than blade edge, her flirtatious commentary slipping through with passive aggression. She threatened to take the day off to engage in scissoring, teasing Ilse with the proposition of more sex, licking, and whipping. 

She even went as far as to buy a new magical dildo she displayed with shameful arrogance. 

Ilse had declined, too much of the same thing drove her insane. Ellete responded by calling her a "party pooper," then made an offhand, crude joke about wanting to stick it up her ass—half-jesting, half-serious.

She veered into the deep dungeon's undergrowth again, looking for an odd trinket, maybe some lost treasure, just a day with her and the slimes. Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone what she's been doing with their tendrils. 

As she strayed off the beaten path under a forest clearing she stumbled upon an unexpected site. There beyond, the hidden foliage was a male adventure–alone, his pants down, shameless gripping his erect penis, up and down, furiously masturbating. 

She was both shocked and excited and a strange sense of curiosity loomed over. She's never seen anyone do such a thing out here. 

He didn't seem to notice her, as he continued with his lewd act, Sweat glistened off his face, and there were feint signs of purplish veins on his body.

Corruption perhaps.

She struggled to tear away her eyes, from the unexpected spectacle. Her own hand lowers towards her crotch, slowly rubbing her clit through the robe. 

She could take advantage of this a favor for a favor. Would he be open to that, however? He was cutey like the delivery man had been before he ghosted her without taking a tip for her pizza. It would be depraved but it excited her all the same, slobbering his cock in her mouth. Drinking his mana, for pleasure and a need.

She approached her sword and her rucksack, making a ruckus as she appeared from the treeline. 

"Hey there!" she announces.

He jumps up, ashamed, his hands covering up his cock with antsy and frantic maneuvers, he tries walking away from her.

"Don't be afraid, or even shy" she shouted. "I want to help you with your problem."

Her teasing did her no favours, he backed away all the same. She approached at any rate, loosening her robes, touching her lips. 

He stops, the message is clear, he looks around and then mutely stares at her in anticipation. 

Suddenly from behind, her nemesis appeared from nowhere, knocking her over, her face landing into a leaf pile. 

"He's mine! Get lost!"

She drew her blade, threatening Ilse. Ilse rolled over, stood up, and drew her iron sword. The adventurer confused and startled bolts, leaving his pants behind, and disappearing into the treeline, the last thing Ilse saw was a generous long cock shrinking severely, his arousal gone. 

"You!" she shouted at the girl. "This the third time you've fucked me over for no reason, what the fuck is your problem."

Goldilocks, snarled at her. "You're in my territory noob," She was territorial it seemed, and yet nothing from her screamed that she was anything above a zero. "This world isn't fair, and I'm taking what's mine, you just had to put your filthy hands on me that's why I hit you. Your stones? You shouldn't have left it on the ground. That dude, you scared off, I needed his mana, you were too slow.

Ilse grew angrier, he didn't escape because of Ilse but because Goldilocks had to initiate a fight.

Her rival's dagger met her sword, Ilse's Iron sword provided a strength advantage but was pushed down by her precise strikes. Ilse threw her sword down, she wasn't good at fighting with a long sword yet, but knives, she didn't fear them, it's how she died.

She tackled the girl, holding her dagger down with both her hands. Goldilocks hit her in the face over and over. With a heavy, slap in the face, she disoriented her attacker, who looked surprised for a moment, she yanked the blade away. 

Dirt mixed with traces of blood, their sweaty bodies, colliding with each other's, Ilse dug her nails into her flesh, they both becoming ragged and tired out. 

Ilse refused to let past humiliations be the end of this-she refused to be overpowered and outplayed again. She channeled her pent-up frustration and landed a brutal punch in her face, knocking the girl senseless. She lay still, and Ilse got a good look at her. 

She was beautiful all things considered, with golden blonde hair and sharp green eyes. 

Ilse slapped her hard once over the face. The girl crumpled, trembling, her tough facade shattered into pieces as she started to bawl uncontrollably–sobbing raw, holding her face. 

Ilse stood over her, she was victorious, but this victory wasn't earned. She felt hollow, was this necessary. She watched as the blond stood up sniffling, carrying her dagger, stumbling away. 

"I hate this place, I hate it." muttering, as the tiers flow. "I hate it…"

Ilse looked in the direction of the masturbating adventurer, he was long, and there was no way of reaping the rewards of that.

She stares back at her defeated nemesis, crying as she carries herself away. She half wanted to reach out to reconcile, take her by the arms, cradle and comfort her but… she didn't; she simply stared. 

Victory didn't taste so good.