SSS-Rank Slap Skills Turned Me Too OP
Chapter 23: AHHH Good, and AHHH Shit—Here We Go Again!

Chapter 23: AHHH Good, and AHHH Shit—Here We Go Again!

Arthur stared at Lisha’s trembling butt beneath her white robes.

Round. Plump. Perfect.

From above, it formed half a heart—

As if sculpted by a perverted god with a disturbingly noble sense of artistry.

He raised his hand, eyes gleaming.

Four times, huh? With pleasure.

He grinned—no inner conflict, no hesitation.

This isn’t harassment... she asked for it hehe... hehehehe...

He smiled unconsciously.

"Tch."

Levain’s voice oozed disgust.

"Filthy lowborns... you people truly are revolting."

He glared at Arthur with condescending disdain.

Meanwhile, Vayne simply cleared his throat.

"Ahem..."

He crossed his arms, then gave Arthur a thumbs up without turning around.

"Enjoy yourself, Arthur."

Arthur knelt down, confidently raising his hand.

PLAKK!

"Kyaaahhhh..."

Lisha writhed, her lower back arching downward—forming a bow.

Plak...

"Kyahhhh..."

She bit her lip like an innocent girl seeing something unbearably cute.

PLAKK!

"Uuhggmmm..."

Her lips puckered forward in a soft pout.

PLAKK!

"AHHHH..."

A wild moan escaped her parted lips, a strand of drool slipping from each corner.

Four powerful slaps.

Firm. Devoted.

Her ass bounced with every hit—like sacred jelly.

Lisha moaned loudly, "AaaaAAH—! I-I’m healed... I’m healed~!"

Arthur gave a satisfied nod.

He stood.

Lisha rose too, cheeks flushed deep red.

"Thank you... ehe~" she smiled slightly.

Arthur gulped—feeling his private worm squirm and twitch a bit.

Meanwhile, Levain looked on with visible disgust.

"You dare behave so indecently before a noble... You sinful peasants disgust me."

Arthur frowned.

He glanced at Levain.

Lisha did too.

Their faces froze—eyes widening slightly.

Then they looked at each other, their expressions syncing in an instant.

As if they both just realized:

He’s got a boner.

He liked it.

Hypocrite.

Their shared glance said it all:

Let him be. He’s just to shy to admit he likes it. No need to call him out. Just move on.

A few minutes after the final slap landed on Lisha’s butt, the atmosphere finally calmed down a bit.

Arthur’s slime companion bounced angrily—blopp... blopp!—leaping up and headbutting Arthur’s chest, demanding a hug.

Vayne stood up, dusting off his robe.

"I’ve thought this through," he said firmly.

His expression remained calm, but his voice carried a chill.

Arthur turned. "What?"

"We were set up," Vayne said clearly. "This quest is fake. There’s no such thing as a ’Orc Purge.’ This quest was designed to bait rookie parties into being ambushed and having their ID Cards stolen."

Levain twisted his neck, joints cracking.

"Of course it was a trap. I will sue the Central Adventurer Guild. They will hear my family’s name."

Arthur scratched his head.

"So... we’re heading back?"

Vayne nodded. "We return to Just City. We need rest... and clarification about this quest."

—

Luckily, their horse carriage was still intact and untouched.

"Hurry up and get in," Vayne said, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Levain scoffed. "I refuse to sit inside with... that man."

He shot Arthur a look full of disgust.

Arthur returned the look. "I wasn’t begging, bro."

Levain chose the backup solo horse—noble-class, built for speed, with a saddle embroidered in silver thread.

"Don’t be late," he sneered, then took off ahead.

"He’s so dramatic," Lisha whispered as she climbed into the carriage.

Arthur followed and sat across from her.

The carriage started moving slowly, and then—

WUUUNG—!!

Magic runes activated. The carriage surged across the ground with speed.

—

Evening began to fall.

Golden-orange light slipped in through the windows, bouncing off Lisha’s slightly messy blonde hair.

She sat with her legs crossed, hugging her staff, her expression peaceful.

Arthur leaned his head against the carriage wall.

Silence. But not the awkward kind.

A strange, comfortable silence.

Vayne remained focused up front, his hands steady on the reins, eyes fixed on the glowing blue magic trail.

Arthur glanced at Lisha.

She was gazing at the sky—but from the faint smile on her lips, he could tell: she hadn’t forgotten the sensation of those slaps.

"...So," Arthur suddenly said.

"This mission was fake. We got ambushed, poisoned, and I had to slap people to heal them."

Lisha turned, smiling.

"Correct," she replied softly.

Arthur looked out the window. "Just another normal day, huh."

They both chuckled quietly.

The carriage rolled on, leaving behind the distorted floor they had survived—toward Just City, now slowly rising into view on the horizon.

"Why does the trip back feel longer?" Arthur asked, puzzled.

Lisha loosened her hug from the holy staff that had been pressed between her two big soft assets.

"Probably because we were brought here using instant teleportation earlier..." she replied.

The carriage wheels came to a gentle halt.

CRRRRK...

They had finally arrived at the outer gates of Just City—right in the designated parking lot for adventurer carriages.

The evening light had deepened into a rich, burnt orange. The sun now hung low behind the city’s central tower.

The surroundings buzzed—other adventurers wandered about; some hauling bloodied loot, others lounging on wooden barrels, drinking, or laughing loudly.

Their carriage parked neatly in slot number 17.

Vayne jumped down from the driver’s seat, immediately adjusting his robe.

"We’re heading straight to the guild. I want this wrapped up before sunset."

Arthur opened the carriage door.

Inside, Lisha still sat calmly—but her inner thighs looked a bit stiff from earlier’s, well... "vigorous healing."

Arthur stepped down first and extended a hand.

"Coming down, Miss Nurse?"

Lisha smiled, took his hand, and descended slowly.

Her body wobbled a bit, but she steadied herself quickly and spoke gently, "All healed now, don’t worry."

Levain was already waiting by the fence, proudly stroking the mane of his noble steed.

He glanced their way briefly, then clicked his tongue.

"Hmph. Took you long enough. I nearly fell asleep waiting."

Arthur casually walked past without a word, pretending not to hear.

Vayne followed, and the three of them made their way toward the Adventurer Guild headquarters in the center of the adventurer district.

But as they walked just a dozen meters—

From afar, a tan-skinned woman grinned.

"He got money?" she giggled. Then started sprinting toward them.

"Arthurrr...!" she called brightly.

Arthur glanced toward the voice.

"Ah shit... here we go again."

Blooopp...

(The slime bounced in sync with Arthur’s dread.)