The morning sun was already high and warm when Andrey stood at the coordinates Sein had mentioned the previous night. It was an old, half-abandoned observation outpost on the outskirts of the city, a quiet spot rumored to hold hidden records about recent gate activity and possible artifact locations. He leaned against a rusted metal railing, arms crossed, checking his watch for the third time.

Meanwhile, Sein and Lisa were walking side by side along the cracked sidewalk leading to the outpost. Sein had already changed into her full crimson battle dress, the tight, armored outfit with fiery accents that hugged her athletic figure perfectly. The combat skirt was short, and every step made her visibly uncomfortable.

Lisa glanced at her with a worried but slightly amused expression. "Sein... are you okay? You’re walking a little funny."

Sein clicked her tongue, cheeks slightly flushed. She reached behind her and openly grabbed her own ass with one hand, squeezing the sore muscle through the fabric of her skirt.

"Ugh... still so damn sore," she grumbled. "That idiot Andrey really went all out yesterday. My butt and... everything else still feels swollen. Every step I take, I can still feel his cum shifting inside me. It’s annoying."

Lisa’s face turned bright red, but she couldn’t help giggling softly. "You were moaning so loudly in the shower last night... I could hear everything even from the next room."

"Shut up," Sein muttered, though there was no real heat in her voice. She kept massaging her ass cheek as they walked. "Sarah’s even worse off. She literally can’t stand right now. Serves her right for being so smug yesterday."

Lisa smiled gently, adjusting the strap of her mint-green support gear. "Well, at least Andrey is already waiting at the info spot you told him about. We should hurry. He said he’d scout the area first."

Sein let out a long sigh and finally released her butt, though she still walked with a slight, stiff gait.

"Yeah, yeah... let’s go. If that pervert starts getting handsy again today, I’m kicking his ass."

Sein and Lisa finally reached the old observation outpost. The morning sun glinted off the cracked concrete and rusted metal structures. Andrey was already standing near the railing, arms crossed, looking out at the quiet surroundings.

Sein raised her hand in greeting. "Hey, we’re here."

Andrey turned around and gave them a small nod, his expression calm but serious. "You two made it. Sarah still resting?"

Lisa smiled softly. "She’s not even able to stand properly yet. She told us to go ahead without her."

Andrey let out a low chuckle before his face turned serious again. He gestured around the outpost with one hand.

"Looks like there’s nothing strange here. I’ve already checked the perimeter and scanned the area with Ki Pulse. No residual mana spikes, no hidden gates, no traces of monsters or demons. It’s too quiet, honestly."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Hope contacted me earlier this morning. She said the guy who obtained the last known artifact has disappeared without a trace. His name is Miguel Pestrine, Rank A hero specializes in poison-type skills. He was last seen at his apartment."

Sein narrowed her eyes, her hand unconsciously moving to rub her sore ass again through her crimson battle dress.

"Tch... Miguel Pestrine, huh? If even a Rank A hero suddenly vanishes after getting an artifact, then it’s definitely not a coincidence." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "This has to be the work of the demons. No way that guy just decided to take a vacation. We need to check his house for clues. There might be something left behind, notes or at least some trace of what happened."

Lisa looked a little worried but nodded in agreement. "Sein’s right. If the demons are already moving to collect the artifacts faster than us, we can’t waste time. Miguel’s house is probably our best lead right now."

Andrey uncrossed his arms and adjusted his glasses, his gaze sharpening.

"Agreed. I’ll message Sarah to stay put and rest. The three of us will head to Miguel’s place. Stay sharp, if this really is the demons’ doing, there might be traps or leftover dark mana waiting for us."

Sein smirked, though she still shifted her weight uncomfortably from the lingering soreness between her legs and her ass.

"Fine by me. Let’s go. The sooner we find that artifact, the better. And if I find the demon bastard behind this..." She cracked her knuckles. "I’ll make sure they regret messing with us."

The three of them left the quiet outpost and walked back to the parking area where their van was waiting.

Andrey slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine with a low, smooth rumble. "I’ll drive. Lisa, you take the passenger seat. Sein, you can rest in the back."

Sein clicked her tongue but didn’t argue. She climbed into the back row of the van, wincing slightly as she sat down. Even with the soft leather seats, the pressure made her sore ass and still-sensitive lower body throb.

"Ugh... damn it," she muttered under her breath, shifting uncomfortably. One hand instinctively moved behind her to rub her ass cheek again through the crimson battle dress. "Sitting down feels worse than walking..."

Lisa, already buckling up in the front passenger seat, blushed and glanced back with a small, teasing smile. "You’ve been touching your butt non-stop since we left the safehouse. Does it still hurt that much?"

"Shut it, Lisa," Sein grumbled, though her cheeks were faintly pink. "You try getting filled three times and then fucked against a glass wall. See how comfortable you are the next morning."

Andrey adjusted the rearview mirror, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled the van out onto the road. "If you need a cushion, there’s one in the storage compartment. Or I can drive slower so the vibration doesn’t bother you too much."

Sein glared at the back of his head. "Just drive, you greedy bastard. And keep your eyes on the road."

The van cruised smoothly through the city outskirts, heading toward the residential district where Miguel Pestrine’s house was located. The morning traffic was light, and the tinted windows kept the inside cool and comfortable.

Lisa checked the map on her tablet. "According to the coordinates Hope sent, Miguel’s house is about twenty-five minutes from here. It’s a standalone property near the edge of the green zone. Not too far from several known gate emergence points."

Andrey nodded, keeping one hand on the wheel while the other rested on the gear shift. "Stay alert."