Isola turned shopping into a military operation. I watched her haggle with merchants, her ledger in one hand, calculating profits and expenses with frightening efficiency.
"Health potions, check. Stamina draughts, check. Oh, and these!" She held up some pink vials with a mischievous grin.
"What are those?" I asked suspiciously.
"Confidence boosters," she said innocently. "For trade negotiations, of course."
The angel, invisible to everyone but Isola and me, floated by examining the bottles. "Those are definitely not—"
"CONFIDENCE BOOSTERS," Isola repeated firmly, tucking them away. The merchant looked confused at her sudden outburst to no one. "Also got some special oils. For... sore muscles. From walking."
"Right," the angel said dryly. "Walking."
By dawn the next day, she had three packed mules and enough supplies for a small army.
"Isola, we're going to the forest, not colonizing it," I said.
"Better overprepared than under!" She was practically vibrating with excitement. "Our first real adventure together!"
The road out of town was quiet in the early morning mist. I pulled my hood up, hoping to avoid recognition. My new body still felt strange—I kept misjudging distances, bumping into things.
"You're walking like a newborn colt," the angel observed.
I muttered under my breath, "Thanks for the encouragement."
Isola glanced at me. "Talking to our divine friend?"
"She says I walk funny."
"Try walking from your hips, not your shoulders," Isola suggested. "Like this." She demonstrated with an exaggerated sway that was definitely for my benefit.
Three hours into our journey, we encountered our first group of adventurers. Four men in worn leather armor, heading the opposite direction.
The tallest one stopped dead. "No way. Elinalise Dragonroad?"
My stomach dropped. "I think you're mistaken—"
"It IS you! The legendary seductress!" He started moving closer with a hungry look. "They say one night with you is worth dying for—"
"NOPE." I stepped back quickly. "Not interested. Very not interested."
"Playing hard to get?" Another man grinned, moving to flank me. "That's not what we heard about you. You never say no."
The angel's expression darkened. "She said no," she muttered, though only Isola and I could hear her.
"Come on, don't be like that," the tall one reached for my arm. "We'll make it worth your while—"
The angel moved faster than lightning. To the men, it must have looked like they suddenly collapsed for no reason. One moment they were standing, the next all four were unconscious on the ground.
Isola quickly started checking their pockets. "Waste not, want not!"
"Isola!"
"What? They were being creeps. Consider it a lesson fee." She looked up at where she knew the angel was floating. "Thank you, divine protector."
We continued on, encountering two more groups of male adventurers before noon. Each time, they recognized me and wouldn't take no for an answer. Each time, they mysteriously collapsed when they got too pushy.
Around midday, we heard feminine laughter from ahead. A group of women were resting by a stream—but as we got closer, I recognized one of them and my blood ran cold.
Sara. From the actual story. The S-rank adventurer with the distinctive blonde hair and perpetual scowl. She was sitting apart from the others, and she wasn't in her usual armor—just practical traveling clothes.
"Oh, travelers!" A redhead from the group called out cheerfully. "The water's clean here if you need to refill."
I tried to shrink behind Isola, but Sara's sharp eyes had already found me. Her expression went from mild annoyance to deep suspicion.
"You look familiar," Sara said bluntly, standing up. "Have we met?"
"I don't think so," I said quickly, pitching my voice slightly higher.
Sara's eyes narrowed. "You look exactly like someone I know. Elinalise Dragonroad."
The other women perked up at the name.
"That's ridiculous," I laughed nervously. "I'm... Elina. Just Elina."
"Hmm." Sara didn't look convinced but sat back down. "Whatever. Not my business."
"I'm Kara," the redhead said, breaking the tension. "These are my partners, Luna and Sage. And that grumpy one is Sara—we met her on the road yesterday."
"I'm not grumpy," Sara muttered. "I just don't like pointless chatter."
"She's traveling to see the world before 'settling down,'" Luna explained, making air quotes. "Apparently her party disbanded and she needed a break."
"I didn't ask you to tell my life story," Sara snapped, then looked away. "But... yes. I'm just traveling. Seeing things. Normal person things."
The angel whispered in my ear, "She's terrible at being a normal person."
"Would you like to travel together?" Sage suggested. "We're heading to the Great Forest too—merchant escort job."
"What a coincidence!" Isola brightened. "I'm a merchant heading there myself."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Great. More people. Just what I wanted."
"You literally joined us yesterday," Kara pointed out.
"That was different. You were being attacked by wolves."
"There were three wolves and we had it handled."
"You were screaming."
"It was a battle cry!"
Despite her complaints, Sara stayed with the group as we continued traveling. She kept shooting me suspicious looks, but didn't press the issue.
That evening, as we set up camp, the dynamics were interesting. Kara, Luna, and Sage were openly affectionate with each other. Sara sat apart, pretending to read a book but clearly watching everyone. Isola had started passing around her "confidence boosters."
"What are those?" Sara asked suspiciously.
"Herbal tonic," Isola said innocently. "For... stamina."
Sara sniffed the bottle and immediately turned red. "This is— you can't just— that's not herbal tonic!"
"You're right," Luna laughed. "But they're fun. Want some?"
"Absolutely not!" Sara huffed. "I don't need liquid courage to... to... whatever you're planning!"
"We're not planning anything," Sage said gently. "Just offering. You seem tense."
"I'm not tense! I'm perfectly relaxed!"
The angel was cackling invisibly. "She's so bad at this. It's adorable."
As the evening progressed and the others got more comfortable with each other, Sara grew increasingly flustered. She kept trying to read her book but was clearly watching when Isola started getting handsy with me.
"This is inappropriate!" Sara finally burst out. "We're in the middle of nowhere!"
"So?" Kara asked. "No one's around."
"That's not— you can't just— there are standards!"
"Sara," Luna said gently, "you know you can just admit you're interested, right?"
Sara's face went nuclear red. "I'm not— I don't— shut up!"
She stormed off to the other side of camp with her bedroll.
Sexual noises started to be heard all around the camp. Kara, Luna, and Sage were getting openly naked in front of everyone and Isola started cuddling with me and touching my ass. I started to feel very horny.
Sara glared daggers from across the camp. "You're all disgusting," she muttered.
The angel was laughing. "This is the most fun I've had in years."
"Why do you keep looking over there?" Isola teased, squeezing my thigh. "See something you like?"
"I'm not attracted to Sara!" I squeaked.
"Sure you're not. You're not staring at her cute little butt."
"It's not cute! It's... mean. She's a jerk."
"She's a bit of a bitch, but she's got a great rack. And a cute ass. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."
"I have NOT noticed her rack."
We started getting naked just like the other girls while passionately kissing each other. We rubbed oil all over our bodies and began fucking.
Sara had apparently decided to pretend nothing was happening. She was laying on her bedroll with her back to the rest of the camp, facing a small fire she'd built.
Kara, Luna, and Sage were in a big pile, touching and moaning. Isola and I were naked and rubbing against each other, our breasts bouncing wildly.
Sara looked back and saw what we were doing, then went even redder and turned away again.
I started to get even more horny and began moaning. The sex noises got louder and louder and my nipples got really hard.
"Should we join them?" Isola murmured, teasing my nipple with one hand and pointing at the orgy Luna, Kara and Sage were having.
"What? No! I don't— Yes... I want to, but you lead Isola." I said while holding her tight
"I can't help it, darling. I'm just an innocent little merchant girl." She leaned forward, pressing her large breasts into mine. "Do you think Sara would mind if we borrowed her bedroll? It looks a lot softer than the ground."
"I'm pretty sure she'd mind," I gasped, squirming as Isola's fingers drifted lower.
"Maybe just a taste then." Isola winked and slid down my body, burying her face between my legs.
I cried out as her tongue flicked over my clit. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was having lesbian sex in the middle of a field.
I moaned and thrust my hips forward, wanting more. I'd never felt so aroused before.
Sara's head turned, and she caught a glimpse of what was happening. Her jaw dropped open.
"They're doing it on my bedroll," she hissed.
"Oh no," I giggled.
"It's not funny! What's wrong with you?"
"Aww, come on, Sara," Luna called. "Come have some fun. You're welcome to join."
"I am NOT joining in with your weird orgy. This is the most shameless thing I've ever seen!"
"Lets joing them" Isola said while grabbing my hand and walking towards the group of girls.
"Welcome" Luna screamed as she started kissing Isola in a very passionate way.
"Hey" Kara said, pulling me towards her. She kissed me and started feeling my boobs. I reached for her tits and gave them a good squeeze.
The angel was watching everything, a blissful expression on her face.
"This is the best day ever," she sighed.
We kept having lesbian sex all night. Eventually, Sara passed out.
I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed and recharged. The angel was sitting next to me, looking content.
"Morning," I said.
"Good morning, little one," she replied. "Sleep well?"
"I did, actually. Surprisingly well."
"It's probably because of all the endorphins. Sex releases a lot of chemicals that make you feel good.