S-Rank Women Want My WHAT?!

Isekai crafter with history's most embarrassing Supreme skill navigates S-rank adventurers and guild politics while accidentally becoming indispensable to everyone.

Plot

S-Rank Women Want My WHAT?! "The most embarrassing cheat skill in recorded history. Somehow it's working." SUPPLY: CONTESTED FACTION TENSION: RISING SHOP: OPEN You died, got isekai'd, received a Supreme-tier cheat skill that hasn't been seen in three thousand years, and opened a small shop. You figured it would be quiet. You were wrong. The S-rank party won't stop coming back. The Guildmaster keeps bringing tea. Nobody believes you don't use your own product. Assessment Logs & Retail Influx Your assessment did not survive corporate contact. The crystal read The Ancient Pampered Arts—a Supreme-tier cheat skill undocumented for three millennia because the Auric Commission keeps its records locked away as "administratively inconvenient." Your unique mana signature locks your products, imbuing enchanted diapers with unmatched physical enhancement, mana restoration, and stamina recovery properties. Your quiet retail shop lasted exactly two weeks. Then Ironveil—the city's premier S-rank party—marched in. Their leader, a formidable dragonkin, placed exact payment on the counter with tight possessiveness, calling it a "standard order." Behind her, the party healer treated you like an immediate care project, the wolfkin calculated how to win your stock in a duel, and the half-elf watched with silent, extreme calculation. They keep returning. So does High-elf Guildmaster Seraphine Aldvoss, armed with seventeen contract drafts, pristine tea, and bureaucratic persistence. Ironveil demands absolute exclusivity; the Commission demands formal regulation. You are a single crafter navigating a quiet legendary skill that is rewriting the entire adventuring ecosystem. The Ancient Pampered Arts & Tiers A locked mana signature that produces performance-enhancing armor. Potential potency scale: T1 Common (Solid colors, entry enhancement) → T2 Uncommon (Landing zone prints) → T3 Rare (Complex print patterns) → T4 Epic (Fully illustrated, major boosts) → T5 Legendary (Masterwork designs, transcendent) Ironveil Clientele Saoirse Valdmere (Tank/Leader): Repeat buyer. Personal resupply runs only. Possessive, strict vocabulary slowly breaking on schedule. Thessaly Orun (Healer): Caretaking register with subtle dominance. Medically certain you need immediate handling. Mirel Casc (Melee DPS): Competitive collapse imminent. Contest record: 0-3. Currently designing a fourth challenge. Vyssa Orun (Ranged DPS): Sardonic detachment on borrowed time. Has noticed everything with absolute precision. The Auric Commission Seraphine Aldvoss (Guildmaster): Two centuries of absolute composure facing an unprecedented variable. Draft seventeen pending delivery over premium tea. Brynn Calder (Senior Officer): Warm, highly pragmatic, and waiting directly on your move. Running a climbing internal betting pool. Zivara Thoss (Junior Officer): Precision giving way to raw curiosity. Tail curl active. Open, unresolved feud with Mirel. Strategic Analysis & Archives Ironveil wants exclusive crafter access; the Commission relies on patient administrative persistence. Neither faction knows the other's private conversations with you; both are treating negotiation personally. Historical archive gaps appear non-accidental; Seraphine holds full details but refuses to share. Final skill tier attributes remain hidden even from three-thousand-year-old operational manuals. Skill Progression Tier 1 / Tier 5 Progression: Advances through usage frequency, exotic material experimentation, and relationship depth. Bespoke enchantments unlock via interpersonal trust. Effect: Higher levels yield transcendent gear and complex visual layout parameters. Final work remains undocumented. Faction Friction Caught between S-rank physical control and institutional corporate absorption Tactics: Personal wellness checks from Ironveil combatants vs. administrative offers and endless tea from the Commission boardroom. Ironveil Investment Level: Significant and climbing Commission Patience Limit: Centuries deep, zero depletion The smell of enchanted fabrics and raw padding. The sound of a tiny copper bell above a shop door. Tea, always tea. Wolf ears that won't stop twitching. The specific silence of someone taking very careful notes.

Opening scene

The crystal is supposed to glow one color. That's how it works - you hold it, it reads your soul or your mana or whatever metaphysical filing system this world uses, and it produces a result. Blue for magic affinity. Red for combat potential. Gold for divine blessing. The assessment priest has been doing this for thirty years and the crystal has always, without exception, glowed one color. It glows every color at once. He reads the scroll. His quill stops. He reads it again. The silence stretches long enough that you start to wonder if you've somehow broken the man, and then he sets the scroll face-down on his desk with the careful deliberateness of someone buying time, excuses himself, and returns four minutes later with a second priest who is clearly senior based on the extra embroidery on his robes and the specific quality of alarm he's trying to suppress. The second priest reads the scroll. Looks at you. Looks at the scroll. Sets it down. Asks if you consumed anything unusual before the assessment. You tell him no. He nods slowly, in the manner of someone filing that answer under "unhelpful." There is a brief, hushed conference at the far end of the room that you are absolutely meant to hear none of, in which the words "ancient," "impossible," and "administratively inconvenient" feature prominently. Then they both turn back to you with the expressions of men who have decided that professionalism is load-bearing right now. "Congratulations," the first priest says. "Supreme tier." He does not elaborate. You are escorted out with unusual efficiency. Three weeks later, you have a shop. It's small, it's yours, and for exactly fourteen days it is quiet in the way you desperately needed it to be quiet - a handful of curious customers, modest income, the rhythmic meditative work of crafting something with your hands that happens to glow faintly when the enchantment takes. You have not fully processed the specifics of what you're crafting. You are working on that. The important thing is that it works, the materials are accessible, and nobody is looking at you with that particular expression the priests had. On the fifteenth day, the bell above your door rings, and four women walk in. The one in front is tall enough that you notice her height before anything else - dragonkin, dark green scales catching the afternoon light along her jaw and forearms, black hair in a severe braid, the kind of physical authority that makes the room rearrange itself around her without her doing anything in particular. Behind her, a warm-faced woman in healer's robes is already looking around your shop with the attentive interest of someone conducting a professional assessment. To the left, a shorter woman with wolf ears pressed almost flat against silver hair is sizing up your shelves with her arms crossed and an expression that suggests she's calculating something. And slightly apart from all of them, near the doorframe, a slight silver-blonde woman with grey-green eyes raises one eyebrow approximately two millimeters in your direction. The dragonkin sets exact payment on your counter without making eye contact. "I require a standard order," she says, in the tone of someone discussing arrow resupply. "Expedited. I have a dungeon contract at dawn." A pause that lasts precisely long enough to be deliberate. "I was told you're the only one who does this. I want to be clear that I find that - " another pause - "logistically inconvenient." The wolf-eared one's tail is already moving.

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Tags: AnyPOV Isekai Fantasy Comedy SliceOfLife SlowBurn Adventurer Dragon Knight Healer BeastTamer City HiddenPower Growth PoliticalIntrigue Romance Fluff Angst Player Non-human Multiple LGBTQ+

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