First impression: Bandit. Second impression: Sword Master. However, the reality is Mikael Sin, a cheater blessed with Godspeed.
“You’re quite skilled!”
Priscilla put her arm around my shoulder and patted my head, praising me. Priscilla was taller than me, and her posture, with my shoulder in her grasp, looked like a captured alien as we walked back to everyone else. Was she deliberately pressing her chest against me? A small perk.
“You were strong, but as you were torn to pieces, you couldn’t be made into a zombie.”
She’s been a zombie enthusiast since we met. Rufina never changes. I hope her plan to zombify me has changed too.
“This should finish the request. Let the zombies handle evidence, and dispose of the bodies. Let’s move to a different location for food.”
The zombies are surprisingly diligent workers. Their movements are slow, but they are numerous, and it didn’t take long. The stench of decay lingering in the air hasn’t changed, has it?
“Sorry for borrowing your sword without permission.”
“It’s fine. You can fight pretty well, huh? I like you. Go grab some food together.”
Being liked was a successful strategy. Priscilla is so easy to manipulate. The only thing to watch out for now is the aphrodisiac they’ll put in the food.
Once the zombies finished their work and we moved to a new location, we sat around a fire for a meal. Priscilla and Orietta sat next to me, surrounded by Lycanthropes and flowers intended for the aphrodisiac. They have no intention of letting me escape, though I have no intention of escaping either.
Drinks were served with the meal, and things got lively. About an hour later, Priscilla, growing impatient, shouted.
“It’s not working at all!”
She hurled insults at me and dragged me towards the forest. I assumed she was talking about the aphrodisiac, but I had discreetly spat it out when I first bit down on something hard. As if I would drink it knowing it was laced with something.
“I’ve been kidnapped.”
“You showed a lot of restraint. We were on edge, wondering when you’d start acting out.”
“The aphrodisiac didn’t work~”
“But… was it okay? If Priscilla took you, you’d be torn apart.”
“……”
“It can’t be helped. Under wartime orders, we’ll just have to capture a man in the next village.”
“He’s a good man. If Christine had gone, she could have turned him into a zombie without tearing him apart.”
“How long will it last~”
“Thirty minutes. No, I think twenty minutes would be good.”
“I want you to at least bring back his head.”
However, thirty minutes passed, and finally, a growl echoed through the forest.
“He’s finally turned into a Lycanthrope.”
“It took a while. He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
“Sister Sophia, you sound pleased.”
“I’m not. I’m just a little surprised.”
“It is strange, though, that someone with that physique managed to get involved with Priscilla~”
“But it’s over now.”
“It’s over.”
“……”
Don’t say whatever you want! I’m risking my life here!
Kidnapped and dragged into the forest, I knew what was coming and braced myself. I was ready to use Godspeed at any moment.
Priscilla grabbed my arm and pulled me deep into the forest, then slammed a fist into my gut. If I hadn’t used Godspeed, I might have died.
“Who are you!”
“I am Mikael Sin…”
“That’s not what I’m asking! Between that fight earlier and how fast you’re dodging now, you’re no ordinary person!”
As expected of the Captain. But you’re trembling. Will you prioritize your duty as Captain or your personal feelings?
In times like these, perhaps I should use Godspeed to close the distance, push her down, and kiss her. Can I do that without getting hurt against Priscilla, who wields a Buster Sword?!
Should I perhaps use the Short Sword I borrowed?! Even with Godspeed, can I overwhelm Priscilla without leaving a scratch?! If what’s about to happen is to be a part of our night, it will surely be the most intense in the world.
“Priscilla, if you want to know, I won’t hold back.”
“You damn pervert! I’ll twist you to pieces!”
A girl shouldn’t say “I’ll twist you to pieces.” In that case, I’ll say “I’ll F*** you to death.” I have that kind of composure right now! …Well, a little bit!
I discarded the Short Sword and grabbed a Knife, also borrowed, in my right hand. Even a Short Sword would still be too large to capitalize on my speed.
I displayed light, boxer-like footwork, confusing Priscilla. She rushed at me head-on without any caution. I dodged her Buster Sword and took a step back after stealing her lips.
“You bastard, going straight for the tongue…”
Priscilla, blushing, is also cute. If she didn’t have that Buster Sword, I would have gently pushed her down, what a shame. What I can’t do gently…
I repeated the act of dodging her sword and kissing her, actively aiming to touch her chest and behind whenever an opportunity arose.
“You bastard…”
Her breathing became ragged, not from exhaustion, but from something else. After exchanging blows for so long and expending energy, followed by a sweet invitation. My Godspeed touches are landing effective hits. I could knock her down right here, but the audience wouldn’t be satisfied, and more importantly, I want to show off my strength.
“Is this the end for you too, Priscilla? I can be gentle now.”
“Don’t underestimate me, you fool! The fight is…”
I had no obligation to listen to her finish. I approached with Godspeed and delivered a punch to her face. I deliberately threw it slowly, allowing her to guard, then grabbed her hand and slammed her to the ground with an arm lock.
Priscilla uses her left hand to protect her face, while I grip her right. She thrusts her behind out – it’s awkward, but it’s fine.
With the Knife in my left hand, I cut the strings of her bottoms and pulled them down to her knees, shorts and all. This is not rape. It might look like rape, but it’s not.
The White Lily Corps might see this as rape, but I can’t even begin to handle someone like Priscilla without doing this.
Keeping my right hand firmly clasped, I moved behind Priscilla and pulled off her bottoms. Having transformed from slime to a steel Petty Knife, I was ready.
“You!”
It took you too long to understand what was about to happen. Did you think I would be so easily killed! My full-force thrust pierced Priscilla’s wet core.
“Ugh, i-is that all you’ve got…”
Sweet! What do you think I received Godspeed for? Not just for fighting, but to turn my Petty Knife into a weapon!
A chain gun boasting a diameter of thirty millimeters, a range of one hundred forty millimeters, and a rate of fire of seven hundred rounds per minute! A power capable of being mounted on attack helicopters and destroying tanks, feel its might!
From a backward stance, I unleashed the thirtieth millimeter chain gun of Godspeed. The range is short, but the power is seven hundred rounds per minute. I’ll fire them all!
“Ah, you, ah, ah, ahhh…”
Seeing her fluids leaking from her core and Priscilla collapsing powerlessly, I was confident of victory. You couldn’t even speak at the end, could you? It’s different from my past life, you know!
As I savored the afterglow of victory, I put on my bottoms. Yes, it feels satisfying after a perfect job. Priscilla is raising only her hips; she seems to have fainted, but how should I carry her?
Looking around, it’s just forest. There’s nothing useful, and it’s too far to carry her on my back and too heavy. I had no choice but to carry her as far as I could. As I turned to do so, I was hit by a body blow.
Collapsing to my knees, I received a knee strike to the face. As I staggered back, holding my nose, Priscilla lowered my bottoms.
“Y-you… you’ve got quite a thing…”
The Petty Knife peeked out from her lowered bottoms. Earlier, I was focused on firing it all, so I pulled the trigger, but it wasn’t completely depleted. It was a steel Petty Knife.
Priscilla grabbed it, applied it to herself, and stabbed herself. Letting out a cry, “Ugh, ahhh,” her eyes turned feral as she looked at me, and her body began to transform.
Lycanthrope. A target of terror, though not for the first time, I realized this was where I should risk my life… Risking my life for sex.
“You’re not intimidated even after seeing me like this?!”
“I’m used to it.”
“You’re an interesting man. I like you, but this is where the real fun begins. I’ll tear you apart!”
“Yes, the real fun is just beginning.”
I’ll make her take another chain gun! If it’s a Lycanthrope, I’ll get serious. That said, she’s on top of me, and as she said “I’ll tear you apart,” her grip is incredibly tight.
It’s not moving! The chain gun is being squeezed, preventing rotation, and I can’t thrust upwards with Godspeed. Priscilla’s physique in her Lycanthrope form appears to be at least twice as large as before.
I won’t lose! I didn’t get this cheat from God for nothing. If I don’t use it now, when will I ever! Godspeed is a speed cheat, not a strength cheat. I put all my strength into my waist and lifted the Lycanthrope Priscilla.
Her hips crumbled, and the Lycanthrope lunged. But, I saw a fleeting moment. When I lowered my hips, she bounced, and Priscilla floated up.
“You die here.”
Sharp claws grew from her neck. I held them back and tried again. My hips, now touching the ground, bounced her up by two centimeters. At a range of fourteen centimeters, it took 0.5 seconds for Priscilla to fall back down.
Godspeed, Chain Gun!
In that brief opening, I unleashed the full power of the chain gun, ignoring the crushing force, and fired all rounds.
“Uoooooh!”
“Wh-wait a moment! Hey! Oh, ahhh…”
Priscilla, flustered by the upward thrust from below, tried to escape. I kept my hands around her waist, not letting go. Now’s my chance. I must not let her escape, until I deliver the finishing blow!
Even Priscilla couldn’t overcome the modern weapon, the chain gun. She roared like a beast on top of me, and finally, with only a “You bastard…” she fainted.
When coming to Another World, a speed cheat was the only choice.
