Scene: A dimly lit storage room tucked away in the sprawling labyrinth of the Ifuru Guild headquarters. The air smells faintly of dust and old parchment, mixed with the metallic tang of Alina Clover’s Executioner gear. She’s just returned from secretly soloing a boss—a hulking wyrm that had been terrorizing local adventurers—because, as usual, she’d rather risk her neck than deal with overtime paperwork. Her war hammer leans against a crate, still faintly glowing from the fight, while her receptionist uniform lies crumpled on the floor beside her scattered armor.
Sound effect: Rustling fabric, a soft metallic clank as armor hits the ground.
Alina stands in the center of the room, peeling off her Executioner gear with practiced efficiency. Her light armor falls away, revealing a skintight black bodysuit that hugs her every curve—her full tits straining against the fabric, her toned ass perfectly outlined. She mutters under her breath, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Another day, another dragon down. And for what? So I can get back to my desk and drown in requisition forms. Heroes my ass—someone’s gotta keep this guild running.”
She unzips the bodysuit with a sharp zzzip, letting it slide down her shoulders. Her skin glistens with a faint sheen of sweat from the battle, her perky tits bouncing free as she shrugs off the top half. She’s about to shimmy the rest down her hips when—
Sound effect: A slow, ominous creeeeak of the door.
The heavy wooden door swings open, and in steps Jade Scrade, leader of the Silver Sword party. His broad frame fills the doorway, his silver armor clinking faintly as he freezes mid-step. His eyes—wide as saucers—lock onto Alina, who’s standing there with her bodysuit half-off, one tit fully exposed, the other barely covered by her slipping bra.
“J-Jade?!” Alina yelps, her hands fumbling to cover herself. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Jade’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “I-I was looking for you! You weren’t at the desk, and I thought—wait, holy shit, are you… the Executioner?!”
Alina groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Oh, fantastic. Just what I needed—Captain Smitten figuring out my little side gig. Yes, Jade, I’m the damn Executioner. Congratulations, you’ve cracked the case. Now can you get out so I can change?!”
But Jade doesn’t budge. His gaze roams over her—her mussed blonde hair, the curve of her hips, the way her bodysuit clings to her pussy like a second skin. He takes a shaky step forward, his voice dropping to a reverent whisper. “Alina… you’re incredible. I mean, I always knew you were badass, but this? This is next-level.”
Alina rolls her eyes so hard they might pop out. “Oh, spare me the fanboy routine, Jade. I just want to get out of this sweaty gear, finish my shift, and go home to a bottle of wine that doesn’t ask me stupid questions.”
Jade’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t back down. He steps closer, close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off his armor. “I’ve always admired you, Alina. But seeing you like this… it’s like something out of a wet dream.”
Alina blinks, then smirks, a dangerous glint sparking in her hazel eyes. “A wet dream, huh? Well, since you’ve already caught me with my tits out, maybe you should make yourself useful instead of just standing there drooling.”
Jade’s brain short-circuits. “Useful? W-what do you mean?”
She steps toward him, her fingers brushing the edge of his breastplate. “I mean, help me out of this damn bodysuit. It’s sticking to me like a second skin, and I’m too tired to wrestle it off myself.”
Jade’s hands tremble as he nods, his voice cracking. “Y-you’re serious? You want me to…?”
Alina leans in, her lips hovering near his ear. “Yes, Jade, I’m serious. But if you tell anyone about my secret—or this—I’ll bury you under so much paperwork you’ll wish you’d never joined the guild. Deal?”
“Deal!” Jade squeaks, practically vibrating with excitement.
Sound effect: Zzzzip as the bodysuit slides down, fabric rustling against skin.
Jade’s hands fumble as he peels the bodysuit off her hips, revealing her smooth, naked body inch by inch. Her tits are full and firm, nipples already hard from the cool air—or maybe something else. Her pussy comes into view, neatly trimmed and glistening faintly, whether from sweat or arousal, Jade’s too flustered to guess.
He stares, awestruck. “Alina… you’re fucking gorgeous.”
She snorts, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushes her tits up higher. “Yeah, yeah, flattery’s nice. But if you’re gonna gawk, at least make it worth my while. What’s that sword of yours good for, huh?”
Jade’s eyes widen as her hand drifts lower, brushing the obvious bulge straining against his trousers. “M-my sword? Oh, you mean—oh gods—”
Alina grins wickedly, her fingers teasing his cock through the fabric. “That’s right, big guy. I’ve had a long day slaying monsters. Maybe it’s time you slay something else.”
Jade groans as she strokes him, his knees nearly buckling. “Alina, I—I’ve wanted this for so long—”
She cuts him off with a kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth with the same ferocity she uses on the battlefield. Jade kisses back eagerly, his hands roaming her body—squeezing her tits, groping her ass, desperate to touch every inch of her.
Sound effect: Wet smacks of lips, muffled moans, and heavy breathing.
Alina pulls back, her eyes dark with lust. “Strip, Jade. If we’re doing this, I want to see what I’m working with.”
Jade doesn’t need to be told twice. He scrambles out of his armor—clank clank clank—and tears off his clothes until he’s standing there, buck naked. His cock springs free, thick and throbbing, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
Alina whistles low. “Well, damn. That’s a weapon worth wielding.”
She shoves him down onto a sturdy crate, the wood creaking under his weight. Before he can protest, she straddles him, her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. She smirks down at him, her tits swaying as she lines herself up.
“Ready for some overtime, Jade?”
“Y-yes—fuck, yes—”
Sound effect: A slick, wet squelch as she sinks down onto him.
They both moan in unison as his cock fills her, stretching her pussy tight. Alina starts riding him, her hips rolling with a rhythm that’s half-seductive, half-impatient—like she’s trying to finish him off as efficiently as she dispatched that wyrm.
Jade grips her waist, thrusting up to meet her. “Shit, Alina, you feel so good—”
“Better than slaying goblins, huh?” she quips, her tits bouncing with each movement.
Jade laughs, breathless. “Fuck yeah. Way tighter than a goblin’s lair.”
Alina snickers, but her pace quickens, the crate groaning beneath them. “You know, this is gonna screw up my schedule. I’ll be stuck here late again, thanks to you.”
Jade’s eyes widen, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
She clamps a hand over his mouth, smirking. “Relax, hero. You can make it up to me by fucking me so good I forget about the damn paperwork.”
Jade grins under her hand, taking it as a challenge. He flips her onto her back with surprising strength, the crate wobbling dangerously. He spreads her legs wide, her pussy glistening and dripping as he lines up his cock again.
Sound effect: Slap slap slap of skin on skin, wet squishing noises.
He pounds into her, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass. Alina gasps, her nails raking down his back. “Yes, Jade, fuck—harder! Give it to me!”
Jade’s losing it, sweat dripping down his brow as he thrusts like a man possessed. “You’re so fucking hot, Alina—shit, I’m not gonna last—”
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she growls, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Make me cum first, or I’ll dock your pay.”
He groans, reaching down to rub her clit with his thumb, circling it frantically. Alina’s head tips back, her moans growing louder, echoing off the storage room walls.
Sound effect: High-pitched ahhhs and ohhhs, building in intensity.
“Fuck, Jade—yes, right there—I’m gonna—!”
Her pussy clenches around his cock as she cums, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. The sight of her—tits jiggling, face flushed, mouth open in a scream—sends Jade over the edge. He buries himself deep, unloading inside her with a guttural moan, his hot cum flooding her pussy.
Sound effect: A duet of moans, followed by ragged panting.
They collapse together, sprawled across the crate, chests heaving. Alina’s the first to break the silence, her voice dry as ever.
“Well… that was unexpected.”
Jade props himself up, grinning dopily. “But good, right? Tell me it was good.”
She smirks, brushing sweaty hair from her face. “Yeah, it was good. Maybe overtime’s not the worst thing in the world.”
Jade chuckles, tracing a finger along her thigh. “So… does this mean more ‘overtime’ with me?”
Alina pretends to mull it over, then shrugs. “Maybe. But only if you help with the paperwork after. I’m not doing it all myself just because you’ve got a decent dick.”
Jade laughs, pulling her close. “Deal. I’ll even file the expense reports.”
As they disentangle and start dressing—Alina slipping back into her receptionist uniform, Jade fumbling with his armor—she can’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. Sure, she’d taken down a boss today, but this? This might just be the best victory yet.
“Next time,” she mutters, adjusting her skirt, “bring some wine. Overtime’s better with a buzz.”
Jade winks. “Yes, ma’am.”
And with that, they slip out of the storage room, back to the guild’s chaos—“though Alina’s pretty sure her shift just got a lot more interesting.
