Catacombs 2

Having kinda forgotten to ask about the hunter I listened in on a few more mundane confessions after cleaning the other booth with the help of purify and a small towel. The stories were nothing special, jealous of their neighbours, worries about next years harvest and some tidbits about a storeowner acting unusual ever since her husband joined the military.

I did found out that a caravan would usually come along shortly after the harvest festival. It was the middle of Autumn with most of the harvest already done it was the perfect time to trade as our monastery was also in the middle of finishing up its last harvest of the vineyard supplementing fresh wine to the festivities selling previous years wine to the caravan.

As it wasn’t just a simple trader who pendelt back and forth between villages but a large caravan they might actually have something useful among their wares so I had to gain as much as possible from the ruin beforehand.

Once winter started no more large traders would come by. Whilst the climate here was considered mild with temperatures rarely dipping below zero and not much snow, it didn’t change the fact that at the end of winter the games actual story would begin. So this was likely my last opportunity to buy something that might help me train over the next few month before the hero comes by.

The climate here most closely resembles Italy with snow up north but a warm climate for most of the year especially in the south where most cities lay.

The monastery was situated somewhere in between closer to the border than to the capital so I could still go out even in winter but my time outside would still be cut short due night falling much earlier and curfew being enforced around the time the sun set.

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Barely making it back on time the day before I once again made my way to the ruins entrance but this time I found a sunny place I could see from the passage and put a stick in the ground. It was very rough but from what I read I could just mark the shadows and would at least know next time if I was out earlier or later than the day before. Inside the ruins I couldn’t hear the clocktower so this way I could come back to check with just a glance.

I looked around but there was no sight of my silent admirer. I wanted to avoid that embarrassing scenario but there was no other entrance besides this one as far as I knew.

Accepting my fate I crawled through the hole once again and low and behold I got stuck as expected.

The third time after giving me a butt massage which I had to indignantly admit wasn’t half bad after sitting all day he had the gall to lift my skirt and look under it.

I would definitely kick him in the family jewels once I caught him I swear!

Trecking through more tunnels than before my exploration speed picked up as I had already made certain that there was nothing dangerous around. At best you would get lost in these maze-like tunnels but this place was definitely inhabited in the past. Most chambers were bed chambers at some point with a few larger storage rooms in between. Sadly anything of value has long since succumbed to the passage of time. Though that doesn’t mean I was going out empty handed as the game made sure to place some items here and there occasionally.

I had found two common chests this time around one had a handful of coins expanding my little emergency fund to 72 bronze or 6 silver and the other as fate would have it had female underwear. I wasn’t sure what was up with that but I didn’t seem to find any combat oriented items which made up the majority of the common drops. It was as if me being a non-combative led to the standard weapons being excluded from my drop list.

This wasn’t the case in game but on the other hand the game did seem to make sure someone in your party could use the item usually. So me being a one girl party and a non combative at that, it threw me these kind of curveballs.

Well I wouldn’t be able to do much with a heavy axe or sword anyway considering Claires low stamina and strength, in addition weapons here would be rusted old dust-catchers at best.

Therefore it wasn’t much of a deal breaker and could even be considered a blessing that it only gave me items I could use the problem was that among the common items most were simple weapons and the second largest category were clothes, underwear, accessories and sex toys.

Taking the flimsy peace of fabric out of my pocket I stretched it out. It was elastic something uncommon in this world but not unheard of in higher quality fabrics. It was a piece of woman's underwear with a cutout in the back following a certain theme established by the last item I found. I wasn’t sure if it was coincidence or part of a theme as this ruin was near a monastery full of celibate nuns.

I couldn’t just leave it behind either as lewd items were typically of higher quality compared to other items their rarity so this flimsy piece of fabric was likely worth more than most other common items I could have found but I just couldn’t be happy finding a thong in an ancient ruin. Putting it back in my pocket I arrived at the entrance with a new letter greeting me.

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In the depths of the ruins, where shadows fall,

A curious sight, an ass in the wall,

Round and soft, it beckons the day,

And a lonely hunter comes to play.

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He stumbles upon it, his breath caught tight,

A sight so strange, yet oddly right,

A mystery laid bare, beneath the night,

In ruins forgotten, his passions ignite.

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Each day he returns, his heart a bit light,

To see that round curve, in the dimming light,

No words are spoken, no names exchanged,

Just silent desire, in shadows arranged.

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He knows it’s a nun, by the modesty shown,

Yet her form, so divine, like a sculpture of stone,

He lingers a moment, then longer still,

Drawn by desire, yet tempered by will.

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The wall holds her tight, in a grip so firm,

For the hunter finds solace, in her sweet, silent squirm,

She wriggles a bit, her blushes unseen,

But the curve of her hips makes the moment obscene.

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His hands trace the curves, with hunger to sate,

As he drinks in the sight, his desire can’t wait.

Her softness responds to each daring press,

As he savours each inch, in dark, sweet distress.

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She gasps in shock, a sound so sweet,

As he kneads her ass, firm yet discreet,

His heart pounds hard, his thoughts impure,

For in this hidden moment, he finds allure.

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Each squeeze, each grope, her protests fade,

As he loses himself in this forbidden charade,

But deep inside, she feels the heat,

A struggle within, her fate bittersweet.

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That pervert has quite a vivid fantasy, I definitely did not respond to his touch because I wanted to, it’s just that my body reacts on its own and the only reasons I didn’t protest is because I don’t want to be found out. Still I had to admit that his poetry skills while crude weren’t half bad. Another piece of evidence gathered I suppose through quite honestly I was bit too embarrassed to actually show this to anyone.

Someone might be able to recognise his penmanship but I would die of embarrassment the moment they actually read the thing.

The guy was smitten with me or more precisely my lower half and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. If it had just been some poetry send to me in the monastery I would have gently told him off but with him groping me on every opportunity he gets I would definitely pay him back.

Putting the letter aside I placed it next to the first in the back of my notebook.

Looking at the map I sketched over the last three days, I must have explored about half of the ruin by this point.

I could.. catching the sound of a bell I marked my makeshift sun dial and ran back as fast as my habit allowed but still received a scolding for being late and extra chores the next day. My plan had been to leave any loot in the chest for now but being in a hurry I took the panties along.