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Plush Toys Stall
As Dian and Emily reached the store, they finally got a proper look. Dian instantly recognized what this all was—a shooting game.
Inside the store, on the counter, rested a gun—more precisely, an airshot gun. It looked exactly like the ones on Earth, with a long barrel, a trigger, and all that.
Behind the counter, around five meters away, was the target: a bullseye set inside five concentric circles.
Manning the counter stood a well-built man in his forties, with black-gray hair and sharp grey eyes. He smiled as the two of them approached the stall.
"Welcome! Welcome!" the shopkeeper chimed.
Dian gave a soft nod. Emily, however, wasn't paying attention to him. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement as they locked onto the strange long weapon and the distant circles. Her green eyes glimmered with childlike fascination.
Noticing her interest, the shopkeeper smiled wider. "It's been a while since I had a couple as customers. Would you like to try it, miss?" he asked, gesturing toward the gun and the target.
Emily immediately turned her gaze to Dian, her bright eyes practically begging.
Dian smiled, seeing her eager expression. He turned to the shopkeeper and asked, "Yes, please. How much is it?"
The man raised one finger. "Just 1 Silver per round. You get a total of six shots per round."
Dian nodded and pulled a leather pouch from his coat. From within, he retrieved a single silver coin.
The shopkeeper's eyes gleamed at the sight of the pouch, which was clearly full. He could swear he saw a yellow shine inside—gold.
Dian placed the coin on the counter. The coin carried no royal or family insignia—only a single image: a rising sun. It was the symbol of the common currency issued after the war to promote fairness across kingdoms—a new beginning.
As the shopkeeper took the coin, Dian asked, "So, what are the rules?"
Standing to the side, giving them a clear view of the target, the shopkeeper explained, "As you can see, that is your target. In the center is the bullseye." He paused before continuing. "If you hit the bullseye three times out of six, you can choose one plush toy from the shelf. A buzzer will sound if you hit it. And of course, you must shoot from this side of the counter."
Dian nodded, then turned to Emily. "What are you waiting for? Let's get started."
"Yes!" Emily chimed, instantly grabbing the gun. "It's light," she murmured, gripping it with both hands.
Dian chuckled softly, seeing her fumble with the unfamiliar weapon. He stepped in to guide her—placing the stock against her shoulder, one hand on the grip, the other on the fore-end, and her finger on the trigger.
"Hm, that's it," Dian said gently. "Now match the bead to the center of the target and pull the trigger."
Emily obeyed.
Bang!
The shopkeeper frowned. There was no buzzer, so it clearly wasn't a bullseye—but he hadn't even seen where the shot landed.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Dian sighed. "Look one hand to the left of the target—bottom corner."
The shopkeeper looked—and indeed, there was a faint dent from the rubber bullet.
Dian turned to Emily, about to say something, but paused when he saw her expression—eyes lit with joy and a big smile on her face.
"This is fun!" she squeaked.
Dian laughed softly and turned to watch as she fired again.
Bang!
Another miss—this time a hand's width to the right.
Then...
Bang! Miss.
Bang! Miss.
Bang! Miss.
Bang! Miss.
The round ended. Not a single bullet had touched the target. Yet Emily was unfazed, her eyes now burning with resolve.
Looking at Dian, she exclaimed, "Dian! I want another round!"
And Dian complied, handing another silver coin to the shopkeeper.
The man reloaded the gun and handed it back.
"This time I'm definitely gonna hit it!" Emily declared.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Miss. Miss. Miss.
After six continuous rounds of missing, Emily lowered the gun and looked at Dian. Her eyes were no longer blazing but wide and glistening like a puppy's.
Dian sighed with a smile. "So now I have to help the Queen shoot targets?" he teased.
"Hmph!" Emily turned her face away, pouting.
"Okay, okay, don't be mad." He handed another silver coin to the shopkeeper. "I'll help you."
Inside, Dian was sweating.
Hey, system! Dian called internally.
With a chime in his head, the feminine voice of the system replied playfully, "Oh? What's the rush, host?"
"Help me. I've never held a gun before, and my aim sucks," he muttered mentally.
"Oh please," the system giggled. "Just open the shop. You've been hoarding Love Points like a dragon. Use them."
Dian blinked. She was right. He hadn't really used any.
System Shop – Open.
A blue screen appeared. Dian navigated to the Skills tab and found exactly what he needed:
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[Hawkeye] – Increases host's eyesight and makes aim infallible. Grants knowledge of long-range weapons.
Price: 500 L.P.
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He instantly purchased it.
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[Purchase Completed!]
[Skill Integration... Completed!]
L.P. Balance—
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He waved the screen away.
"Here," the shopkeeper said, handing him the loaded gun.
Dian accepted it—then passed it to Emily. "Here."
"But—" she began.
"Don't worry. I'll help," he reassured her with a smile.
Emily blushed and nodded. As she took the gun, she gasped—Dian was now standing behind her.
"Look at the target," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath caressing her neck.
Her cheeks glowed bright red.
Dian positioned himself completely behind her, guiding her hands on the grip and stock. His chest pressed into her back. What distracted him most though was the softness of her ample backside grinding lightly against his crotch.
Gods, they're soft... he thought, trying desperately to remain composed.
He aligned her aim. The bead hovered over the bullseye. With a synchronized breath, he squeezed the trigger with her.
BANG! BUZZ!
Emily gasped. "I–I hit it!"
"Nice," Dian whispered, but didn't stop.
Again.
BANG! BUZZ!
BANG! BUZZ!
BANG! BUZZ!
BANG! BUZZ!
BANG! BUZZ!
Six for six. A perfect score.
The shopkeeper stared in disbelief. "That was... something else, sir."
"According to the rules, you win two plush toys of your choosing," he added, smiling despite the loss. Six silvers for him was already a win.
But Dian noticed something strange.
Emily hadn't moved. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed deep red, eyes foggy.
Every time Dian had fired, the impact made her grind back into him. And each time, she felt him harden.
The shopkeeper gave a cheerful nod.
"So, which two are you going to choose"
He turned around to gesture toward the wall of prizes—only to pause, puzzled.
"Mr?"
No one stood at the counter.
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In the narrow alley beside the shop…
Two footsteps came to a halt.
Dian and Emily.
The narrow corridor was silent, lined with soft moss and dappled sunlight peeking through. The faint noises of the town felt distant, muted—like the world had pulled back, giving them a moment alone.
Dian turned to face her, hands resting gently on her shoulders.
"Emily… are you okay?" he asked, voice low and warm.
Emily blinked up at him, her eyes shimmering—not with confusion, but something else.
His voice reached her ears, but her attention was caught entirely by something else—his lips. Those red, perfectly curved lips… they were dangerously close.
His scent was everywhere. Crisp and slightly woodsy. Her mind fogged. Her heart fluttered.
How would they taste now…? She thought.
Then leaned in.
Her lips pressed against his—firm, sudden, hungry.
Kissing. Sucking.
Dian's eyes opened in surprise—but only for a second. Then he returned the kiss.
A wet, soft noise echoed faintly in the alley—protected by a thin barrier Dian had instinctively cast. He didn't want anyone disturbing the sweetness of this moment.
More... Emily thought. They taste so sweet...
Dian was thinking similarly. So full... so tender.
Then—he smirked internally.
Let's test this.
Activating [Lust Incarnate], he placed his hands on her waist... then slowly cupped her plump ass.
Her body trembled. Pleasure peaked.
MMmmmnn Mmmhhhhnn~~~
Emily moaned into his mouth, her body shivering, legs going weak. She came—just from that kiss and touch.
Dian caught her as she collapsed into him, her breasts pressing to his chest.
He could feel it—she was wet.
This skill is really something. he thought.
Emily broke the kiss, panting, her head resting on his shoulder.
W-what... I've never felt this... And just from... a kiss?
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Back at the café
"What's taking them so long?" Emma hissed.
"Why haven't they come back yet?"
The others followed her gaze toward the stall.
"Maybe they went somewhere else," Olivia offered calmly.
Realization struck. Emily had gone with him.
"Hmph! I don't care if that loser comes back or not!" Emma snapped. "Order another drink for me!"
But her sulky expression betrayed her.
The others giggled quietly—but their eyes never left that direction.
They were waiting.
.
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