Content Warning: This chapter contains mild suggestive content. Reader discretion advised (13+).
Day 422 in this world
Day 36 of the voyage
They say we're not far from the continental divide…
The sea journey for "us" has been slow but insanely thrilling. Honestly, after that Grand Shatopus attacked, no massive monsters have shown up. But mid-tier monsters? They keep coming non-stop. If you're running around refilling MP for the three armored ships at the front, you could easily rake in 4000+ EXP per day. Yup, not bad!
If I weren't a combat class, wasn't super strong, and knew this beforehand, I'd save up 4000 zen, hop on a ship, and farm EXP for six months round-trip. Starting at level 10, you could hit level 50! Food? Just trade favors with the folks below deck for scraps. Perfect plan!
Even better if you're a mage with water, earth, or fire skills, a white mage, a priest, or a crafter. Got remote item collection skills or a Magic Bag/Item Box? You're basically royalty on this ship.
RUMBLE… SWOOSH~~~
Inside the private bedroom of the lead armored ship, a slightly tanned young woman lay stark naked, her toned muscles showcasing strength without being overly bulky. She slowly opened her eyes, pushing herself up to sit.
"Yawn~~~"
This was Seaneight, one of my bodies sent to this ship to gather intel and connections… maybe a few too many connections.
"Hmm~~~"
As she sat up, she glanced at the seven buff male adventurers sprawled across the room, also naked, passed out in blissful exhaustion. Among them was Gaston, drooling with a goofy grin. His "snake" (still pretty big) seemed calm now, probably tuckered out from last night's… heavy use.
"Heh, did I play too hard with these guys last night?"
Seaneight smirked slyly, her beauty laced with cunning, as she stretched a long, slightly calloused foot from her rough lifestyle and pressed it playfully against Gaston's chiseled abs. He let out a soft moan, still completely out of it…
Huh? What's that? You think I'm into messing around with guys now? No way! This is all Seaneight's personality. Sure, I've copied and created a ton of female bodies, so I'm used to having fun with guys in those roles, but my real self? 100% unchanged mentally. (Proof? I only make female bodies!) Sorry to disappoint certain folks out there!
Oh, and one more thing: Seaneight hasn't actually "finished" with any of these guys. Heh!
[Status]
Name: Seaneight
LV.149 SLV.131
Stats
Str: 148
Vit: 100
Wis: 260
Mag: 300
Agi: 100
Dex: 135
HP: 2080/2080
MP: 1440/1570
Classes: Weapon Mage / Mirage Warrior
[Status]
Don't let those toned muscles fool you—I set her up as a Weapon Mage, then upgraded her class to Mirage Warrior.
Yup, I did my homework. Women rarely board the front armored ships unless they're in big groups, booking multiple rooms to stick together. Most pay extra to stay on the safer, comfier rear warships. Why? Comfort, and to avoid threats—both from monsters and men.
You can imagine, right? Guys on a ship, pent-up, circling any woman like sharks. At the very least, they're probably using her as… inspiration in private.
So, sending Seaneight to the front ship? Purely for my own content! (Okay, and a bit for connections.) With her class skills, she can create Mirage illusions and real emotional vibes, plus I gave her Miracle Mood like Verorinka's!
Seaneight (me) slipped into a tight crop top and super-short shorts, showing off her abs and muscular thighs. She stepped over the pile of blissed-out guys who'd spent the night fantasizing about a 7:1 frenzy with her—though in reality, they only got as far as their own hands. As she left the room, she ran into the ship's captain, a burly guy in his mid-40s, passing by.
SLAP! SQUEEZE!
He blatantly smacked Seaneight's rear, giving it a shameless grope, then leaned in to sniff her neck and whispered softly. (Dude, doesn't that stink? She didn't even shower after last night, you pervy captain!)
"Had a wild night, huh? Still got energy for more? Hmm~~"
"…Mm."
Seaneight (me) played her role: few words, venomous punch, with a sultry edge.
"Tonight, just me, got it? Name anything you want—food, gear, whatever. Mwah~~"
He planted a kiss on her neck. (Ugh… don't pity me too much, okay?)
"Got it. Thanks, Jack."
"My pleasure, milady…"
Every week, no matter who else she deals with, Seaneight spends one night with Jack, the captain. Of course, he has no clue he's under Mirage + Miracle Mood's spell…
RUMBLE… SWOOSH~~~
After handling the guys along the way, Seaneight (me) stood at the ship's bow, gazing at the endless sea. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on where the ship was headed.
Why is it… even though everything's supposed to be connected, that horizon—just days or hours away—looks… off? Like a shimmering wall of energy or a glass barrier stretching across the sea? The sailors say it's normal, a sign we're crossing continents.
It's probably not dangerous, but… what is it? Sending a fake body underwater to check would ruin the First Impression vibe. Whatever, I'll just keep staring at the view and enjoy the suspense!
SLAP! SQUEEZE… Ugh, again?
"Standing here all alone, not lonely? Hmm… how 'bout tonight, my room, with my party? Or just you and me? Name your price, anything you want."
"Got a booking tonight. Jack called dibs."
"Tch… hmph. Then how 'bout some fun now? Right here on the bow!"
What a horn-dog! You don't care about your buddies, huh?!
Seaneight turned with a seductive smile.
"I prefer somewhere… private. Lead the way."
"YES!!!"
End of Chapter 47
Day 36 of the Voyage