Stupid Nympho of a Priestess - or 'How the hell did I get stuck with a woman as horny as this one?!' (Nymphomania Priestess + Other RPG games SI)

Many times I thought about the perks and the flaws of living in a fantasy world.

You know, the kind of circumstance standard isekai that brings someone from modernity into some place where magic was a thing and, at times, there were JRPG elements which made things somewhat comfy when it came to leveling up and learning magical shit without reading books and wasting time about it.

Sounds amazing, doesn't? Now, imagine the issues that would come from a world set in a pseudo-medieval setting: medical situation? Shit; living conditions? Third-world tier if not worse depending on where you go. Actually, it would really be worse but... let's go to the next bit of this single point. Toilet and other clean services? Kiss them goodbye. And that was just the beginning. I mean, if the world follows JRPG rules what were the chances that some idiot somehow found the 'cheat code' and became immortal and unbeatable? That shit was nasty.

There was also the mortality rate to keep in mind. People tended to die a lot and fast, but that was only in the medieval times. When it comes to fantasy, that death rate spiked up because of other issues such as monsters, natural disasters of the magical kind and other bullshit that normally wouldn't happen.

So, I don't need to explain I was no happy boy when I ended up in a world that was as Fantasy and JRPG as it could get. The loud 'FUCK' that came from my throat and mouth was just enough to awaken some fucker in hell- Shit, fuck, cock-sucker and all of that was thrown out in that vomit of foul words meant to clear my brain from my utter rage. One moment I was sleeping in my bed, the next one I was wandering some magical land that I couldn't give a fuck of.

And to make it worse for me, in the span of a few weeks of being around this place, stumbling in the capital of this land's kingdom and somehow being yeeted into becoming an adventurer, I ended up with a much worse problem. A problem that was pretty in her face, thicc in her body, slutty in her mind and particularly demented in her soul.

My dear listeners, I wish to introduce you to the 'frustrating' party member, Kohaku.

Kohaku looks innocent despite having quite the sinful body but- No, it's not that simple or that reasonable. After all, fate was up to try and screw me up for some damned reason. One would ask after listening to my vitriolic rant: "If you don't like her, then why not ditch her?" And I feel you, my dear imaginary friends- I really do.

I would have done that if I had the means to do so considering the bitch had one-upped me one too many times and actually tied me to her through some magical contract bullshit. To make it simple on how it happened, I learned that I had to have a small party to be recognized as an adventurer, thus it meant having someone else beyond me to take part to trips out of the capital.

It was a bit of a surprise, but I couldn't fault the logic. I mean, people die a lot in these trying and stupid times. But what I didn't think to check was if Kohaku was the stereotypical White Mage/Priestess when I first met her. Overly-saccharine in behavior, sounding like a poor lamb in need of a shepherd, I didn't think it was more on a sexual level than a genuine general one.

Kohaku was 'shy', 'kind', and 'loyal'. I mean, beyond getting caught in lewd situations where she was keen to see our relationship of 'Master-Servant' as something pure and unbreakable. It does feel a bit disingenous to try and make a case about this being still valid after getting caught sucking off some 'nice guy' passing by.

"I-I am still devoted to you, Master!"

"Yeah, yeah..." I would reply to all her apologies. All wasted air from her lungs as far as I cared, and this sort of dejected rebuttal was driven by a decision I took with her just a week earlier.

"Look, I get it. You don't want to get ditched but you are a nymphomaniac slut. I don't care what you do, just don't expect me to tag along for the fucking after learning of this. Servant or not, you ain't getting my D."

That may have been the source of some heated exchanges at times between me and Kohaku. The girl was tempted to go hard to get my D now that she knew she was getting denied and, truth be told, that wasn't happening. I made sure I would kill her if she tried anything non-con with me. I wasn't going to get pushed over by a slut in permanent heat.

In response to that, she just took extra time trying to behave like a girflriend. And I as the deadbeat jerk that couldn't give a fat shit about it. While this was happening, quests unfolded and another issue about Kohaku came up- but, as one would imagine, it was my fault for not interrogating her about it.

Kohaku didn't have any genuine combat value. She was a cannon fodder... and that's all I can say about it. I mean, I want to really put something more about it, but Kohaku was no healer despite having a degree of magical control. The problem was that her magical power was abysmal. She was literally Aqua, but even more worthless and a slut to heart.

So yeah, I was stuck with a horny ball chained at my foot, and this led me to think of ways to free mystelf of such a frustrating partymember. Even if it meant being unable to go without a job for a few weeks. I had the money to survive now, so I could make it. The plan was not to kill her, but to get her to lean on someone else. Someone that fit best with this sort of stealing.

Meet Yarizo.

Fat, old, sweaty as fuck- the ultimate fat bastard and his propensity to fuck women into submission was showed to me through the small quest that took us to the nearby port town and saw us rescue the bastard from some guys that wanted to cash in on a debt the bastard made with them. The thing that made him the best option was when one of the thugs, a woman, tried to outpace him and kill him with a dagger.

What happened instead was something that, had I not been experienced enough to see some crazy shit happening at the local goblin caves, would have horrified me to the core. Yarizo just slapped the knife away from the chick's hold, turned her around and, unleashed his cock. One thing that came up was his name as the 'Legendary Lancer', which literally translated at him having the power to increase or decrease the size of his filthy dick. And another thing that came up, this time into the female fighter's pussy and uterus, was a massive cock that pretty much fucked her brain to a deep coma.

Kohaku was scaroused by the sight, while I held back a smile as this was what I was looking for. That was the guy I needed to free myself from my current plight.

That was why I went out at night after making sure that Kohaku was drunk and asleep after some requests I got through the local bar while we were eating dinner. The Priestess was out of my face for a few hours and I could get this deal sorted through. To say that Yarizo was surprised when I planned this meeting for this reason would be an understatement, but the man was more than happy to shake my hand on this matter.

"I hear ye, I hear ye. Missy is a bit of a troublesome bitch. She has a fine body, I'll take care of her as she deserved."

"Glad to hear that."

Then, something happened which turned my hopes into dust. Yarizo suddenly tensed up, his eyes shooting open as his voice failed to come out despite his mouth opening up widely. He just... crumbled forward, and revealed that someone had been standing behind him for a while. Someone that was holding quite sloppily a now-bloodied knife.

"Whoopsie~! I -hic- killed Yarizo~!"

I tensed up as Kohaku giggled, taking a step forward.

"Maaaster~, were you trying to hire a smelly cock to steal me from you~?"

"Stealing would imply that I want to own you. It was more like a fair trade," I replied, ignoring the clear flags this bitch was also a yandere. I just had too much over her to get fucked by this Nympho with a knife. "Drop it."

She held her tongue out of her lips for a while, trying to appear cheeky but... ultimately dropping the knife as the alcohol had her throw up her share of the dinner and then falling onto the mixture of corpse and vomit. I flinched at the sight, then groaning and shaking my head as I couldn't exactly leave her. After all, the contract made me a fucking accessory to any crime she could be incriminated with and I heard that there were some men in the capital's jail that could fuck anything that had holes on them.

So yeah, I ain't going to get booty-warrior'd anytime soon.

Dragging her slumbering form while trying to not get stained by her disgusting yellowish stuff, I dragged the bitch back to the inn and went to sleep.

Two steps forward an epic backflip to the starting point.


AN

I had to do this. While the game is unfinished and the game-dev is stuck between being a workaholic on other games, taking holidays randomly and dropping small updates, I can still do something out of it. Something absolutely amusing if not retarded and kinky.