The innkeeper's kind face grew a little more serious as he continued.
"The only real problem is that the Guild's acceptance rate for newcomers is extremely low, and the competition is brutal. You'll have to hunt dangerous animals outside the village walls to maintain the ecosystem balance, fight in arena tournaments for skill and weapon resources, and represent the Guild in festivals against other factions. They do reward winners generously with powerful skills, weapons, and rare materials… but the truth is, the constant cleaning of the ecosystem filters out about eighty-five percent of new recruits. Most of them drop out within the first few months."
He gave Sofia a knowing, sympathetic look. "You already experienced it yourself when you hunted that Level 0 rabbit, didn't you?"
The innkeeper leaned back and spread his hands honestly. "So… I'll leave the decision to you. Whatever you and your son choose, I'll support it."
Sofia listened carefully, then gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
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Hearing the innkeeper's honest warning, Liam slowly rose from his chair and walked toward the counter, speaking loud enough for every table in the common room to hear.
"So the Guild is the most powerful force… but staying there isn't easy. The noble houses and the Church come with strings attached."
The innkeeper gave a solemn nod.
Liam stepped right up beside Sofia, placed his palm firmly on the glowing orb. It pulsed softly and displayed **"Unknown"** — the same result as hers.
He continued without pause, voice calm and clear. "I think everyone here is planning to join the Guild first. If it doesn't work out, they can always quit and try the other factions. Hmm… if that's the case, then we'll join the Guild too."
The second the words left his mouth, the entire room went still. Every elf, beast-folk, and demon at the tables leaned forward, eyes sharp with sudden interest, all of them hanging on Sofia's next decision.
Sofia let out a soft sigh, then spoke with calm confidence. "When I was fighting that rabbit, I actually enjoyed it. Fighting has never been a problem for me. So… yeah. We're joining the Guild."
The innkeeper gave a slow, approving nod. All around the common room, the young elves, beast-folk, and demons did the same — some with respect, others with quiet curiosity.
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The staircase creaked gently beneath their weight as they climbed. Upstairs the hallway was narrower than the main room, a long wooden corridor lit by two iron lanterns whose flames cast warm, flickering shadows along the heavy beams overhead. The floorboards were dark and worn smooth by countless boots, carrying the faint scent of old wood and clean soap.
Six simple oak doors lined the hall — three on each side — each reinforced with iron bands and marked with a small, slightly crooked brass number.
The innkeeper opened the last door with a soft scrape.
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The room was modest, but surprisingly clean and welcoming.
Two beds stood against opposite walls. The wider one — clearly meant for two — was thickly stuffed with straw and topped with a soft wool mattress. A heavy dark-gray blanket lay neatly folded at its foot. The narrower bed opposite it was meant for one, its lighter blanket equally clean.
Between them sat a small wooden table holding a clay oil lamp, with a single slightly uneven chair tucked beside it. A shuttered window overlooked the darkening road, thin linen curtains letting in the last traces of sunset.
Against the far wall rested a sturdy wooden chest for belongings.
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A small side door in the corner led to the washing area.
Inside was a compact, private space: a wooden basin on a stand, a ceramic pitcher filled with fresh water, and a narrow drain carved into the stone floor. In the opposite corner, discreetly hidden behind a folding wooden screen, stood a covered chamber pot. A bar of rough soap and a simple linen towel hung from a wooden peg.
Basic. Functional. Private.
Exactly what they needed.
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I was so fucking exhausted the moment I saw the wide bed, I didn't even think. I just flopped face-first onto the thick wool mattress, boots still on, body sinking deep into the straw. Sleep was already dragging me under when I heard the soft click of the door locking. Mom. She was changing. The quiet rustle of fabric told me she was peeling off the green dress and slipping back into that thin white nightgown for comfort. I was too drained to even move, let alone change my own clothes.
A few minutes later… or maybe hours, I don't know… something warm and wet woke me up.
My eyes fluttered open to the most obscene sight of my life.
Sofia was completely naked, straddling me in the dark room. Her heavy, perfect breasts swayed above my chest, nipples stiff and dark. Her thick thighs were spread wide over my lap, and her soaked, dripping pussy was rubbing slowly, lovingly along the entire length of my bare cock. She must have pulled my trousers down while I slept. The head of my dick was already slick and glistening, coated with my own dried cum from earlier mixed with her fresh, hot juices. Every slow grind made wet, filthy sounds — *schlick… schlick… schlick* — as her swollen folds dragged from base to tip, her clit kissing the sensitive underside with every pass.
"Mom…" I breathed, voice hoarse.
She leaned down, golden hair cascading around us like a curtain, deep blue eyes burning with pure hunger. Her full lips crashed against mine in a messy, desperate kiss. I opened my mouth instantly and our tongues met — hot, wet, filthy. Thick strands of her saliva poured into my mouth as she moaned softly, feeding me her spit while her dripping pussy kept stroking my cock in long, deliberate glides. The mix of our juices made everything slippery and obscene. My cock throbbed violently between her soaked folds, leaking fresh precum that she smeared all over herself with every roll of her hips.
She was so fucking wet I could feel her arousal dripping down my balls.
Just as she tilted her hips and lined up my throbbing tip with her tight, greedy entrance — ready to sink down and finally take me inside — a sharp knock echoed through the room.
From the other side of the door came a mature, calm, melodic voice:
"Excuse me… your night dinner is ready."