Priscilla, who had become a Lycanthrope, had lost consciousness and was now lying on the ground. My feelings were less about having “done it” and more about “I did it!”
I left Priscilla behind… Since Priscilla, who had become a Lycanthrope, was large and heavy and difficult to move, I left her there and returned to the campsite alone.
“Gah!”
Be surprised! You all probably thought I’d been eaten. Too bad. Now I’m going to eat you all. Who’s next?! Step forward! Of course, I don’t say any of this out loud. I’m just a coward.
Christine stood up gracefully. Even her standing posture was beautiful. She walked ahead, towards the forest. Her walking form was also beautiful. Christine was that kind of woman.
Under the moonlight, I walked hand in hand with Christine. Christine’s hand was slender and white, not at all like a hand that would wield a sword. It was covered in mud and grime now, but she looked like a woman who belonged with nobles or royalty. The reason such a person was here…
She claims to have a constitution of misfortune. She has heart attacks due to misfortune. These heart attacks, whether she’s conscious of them or not, can kill people.
Heart attacks that occur consciously. Heart attacks that are intentionally triggered to kill someone. This is still acceptable.
Heart attacks that occur unconsciously. These are linked to Christine’s emotions. This means that even if she has feelings for someone, it can trigger a heart attack.
It’s a lonely ability. An ability that prevents her from being intimate with someone she likes. Christine avoids getting close to anyone and has a disposition where she places herself in the White Lily Corps, avoiding the activation of her ability.
I pulled my hand back from Christine’s grasp. The moment she turned to look at me…
“Gah!”
Here it comes! The heart attack from misfortune. I have countermeasures too, Christine. I won’t leave you alone.
Godspeed, self-taught heart massage.
Godspeed is a cheat that makes the body faster. If that’s the case, I can accelerate my own heartbeat on my own. I forcefully grabbed Christine’s heart, which was being held by her.
“…Are you alright?”
Christine, even her voice is beautiful. It feels like I haven’t heard it in a long time.
“I-I’m fine. I have a peculiar constitution.”
It’s okay. The attack is suppressed. The speed cheat is effective. I acted as if nothing had happened and stole Christine’s lips, increasing my Godspeed.
Christine responded by intertwining her tongue with mine, and my heart massage speed increased even further. The power of “heart attack due to misfortune,” which intensifies with the strength of Christine’s emotions.
Using Godspeed this much just for a kiss… A chain gun is impossible. I’m not dexterous enough to use both at the same time.
Even so, if I don’t show my power, I won’t even get into the corps; I’ll be killed right here. Priscilla is tough, but Christine is tough too.
I managed to undress her and lay her down on the blanket I brought. Her white skin, seen in the moonlight, seemed to shimmer, making even goddesses seem inadequate.
“You’re beautiful.”
I can’t go on! My heart massage is at full throttle using Godspeed. It reminds me of the grueling extra laps I used to do in club activities. I’m sweating profusely without even touching Christine.
I won’t give up now! If there’s a naked supermodel in front of me and she says, “My heart hurts,” any man who doesn’t act is no man. I desperately held back the groans of pain escaping my lips.
I began licking from Christine’s neck. One lick, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst. Two licks, can I give up now?
Christine’s body began to blush pink. If I back down now, I’ll shame her. I absolutely cannot back down. From her neck to her chest, from her chest to her private parts, I licked her all over with single-minded devotion.
However, I understood something. This heart attack due to misfortune seems to be synchronized with Christine’s breathing… So what of it! It still hurts. The pain continues, and I’m barely keeping things moving with the Godspeed massage.
I will do it! Christine is opening her legs, waiting for me. If I don’t thrust my petty knife now, what am I supposed to do! I will do it! I will do it! I will do it! I thrust the steel petty knife into Christine!
“Guh!”
“Ahhh”
The pained groans from within and the sensual moans intertwined, and we became one. …Now, what do we do?! I know what needs to be done. I just need to keep thrusting my hips like this.
The pain of that heart attack just from entering… I don’t think I can endure it multiple times. If this becomes a prolonged battle, I won’t have a chance to win, and I might even lose my life. It seems like a quick battle is the only option. I don’t have the confidence to last even ten seconds, five seconds. At best, three seconds, and how many thrusts can I manage in that time…
Godspeed! Chain Gun!
My internal counter jumped with the movement of my hips. Christine’s body writhed in ecstasy. My heart pounded fiercely.
My Chain Gun, having performed ninety-seven thrusts in three seconds, fired its last ounce as my heart stopped beating. As a final act, I poured the crystallization of our love inside her.
Try to make the stopped heart beat, move! Move! I repeatedly pounded her chest with Godspeed. I confirmed a pulse and my petty knife slipped out.
What happened to Christine!? Her back arched, and she didn’t move. This is bad, did I overdo it!? Thinking so, I peered at her face, and her mouth began to move as if to speak. I brought my ear closer, thinking she had something to convey…
“Aaaahhhhh—–!”
It was a true scream. It pierced my brain from my left ear and exited my right. Then, the sound disappeared into the starry sky. I was surprised and fell onto my backside. No, it was more of a shock that made me collapse. After her scream, Christine’s body convulsed violently and she died.
She didn’t die. I thought I’d killed her. Seeing her body bend so unnaturally, her voice reach the night sky, and her body tremble so violently up close, anyone would think she was dead.
I confirmed Christine was breathing, wrapped her in a blanket, and quietly carried her back to the campsite. As I carried her, Christine seemed to be smiling serenely.
“Christine’s attack…”
“There are no problems. She was a wonderful woman.”
“Next is Sophia.”
“I-I didn’t do anything this time, so I’ll be last…”
“Then I’ll do it. I’ll avenge the two of them. Come on, let’s go.”
I didn’t kill anyone, and no one died, so there’s no vengeance. But fighting Alana head-on seems exhausting. I’m mentally and physically drained right now.
He who controls the left hand controls the world. That’s apparently a boxing saying, but “He who controls the foreplay controls the night’s activities” is the line of some pervert somewhere. To control the night’s activities, I’ll use Alana as a test subject.
The Godspeed massage that I couldn’t do with Christine. What I did was a Godspeed massage, a full-body soft touch, which could be called foreplay using Godspeed. I massaged her entire body to see what would happen to Alana.
When I received Godspeed and swung my sword, the incoming goblin turned into mincemeat in an instant. If I apply this to foreplay, she’ll be pleased, and it will also serve as sword training.
Soon after entering the forest, Alana pestered me for a kiss. I responded and we kissed. It was gentler than swinging a sword, filled with boundless love.
Godspeed! Thousand-Armed Kannon!
My Godspeed soft touch, which would probably look like a thousand hands to an observer. I used the Godspeed Thousand-Armed Kannon on her face, neck, arms, legs, lymph nodes, and along her fur. In less than a minute, Alana collapsed, giggling “Nyahaha” with her eyes rolled back, and fell asleep.
It works, Thousand-Armed Kannon! I can control the night’s activities. However, I can’t shake this feeling of accomplishment mixed with emptiness. It feels like it ended without anything really happening.
Well, I’ll save the petty knife’s performance for another time. Someday, there will be a time when I unleash the chain gun on Alana too. Until then, sleep well, Alana.
“Is it my turn next~?”
Orietta. I haven’t forgotten your grudge for drugging me multiple times, especially this time with that dangerous drug. So, I’ll get a little bit of revenge…
“Mikael, you’re amazing~. Everyone’s unconscious~.”
“Orietta, what do you say? Want to try losing consciousness?”
“Ugh!”
The moment I finished speaking, I stole her lips. I rolled my tongue and made her swallow a dangerous drug.
“W-what did you just make me drink~”
“It’s an aphrodisiac that you tried to give me, Orietta. It seems to be quite a potent medicine. As expected of an Alchemist.”
“It shouldn’t have worked…”
“It didn’t not work. You just didn’t take it. That’s why I….”
Of course, there was no medicine. I had just left one of the beans served with the meal uneaten. I had spat out the drug she made me swallow so it wouldn’t be detected. It’s been over three seconds so I didn’t pick it up, but only Orietta doesn’t know that.
I hugged her tightly, pinning her down so she couldn’t move or escape.
“How long does the drug take to work? From Priscilla’s words, at most thirty minutes, right? How potent is it? I imagine it’s quite strong. It’s for everyone, after all. How would it be to bear it all alone? Can you carry it, Orietta?”
“Th-that is…”
“Are you starting to feel hot? The drug must be taking effect. What will you do now? Will you go back? Can you go back? In this state…”
Of course, I’m hot. Because I’m hugging you. And on top of that, I’ll add the fact that you swallowed the drug, and it’s done. I read it in a magazine, but I’m experiencing firsthand that their civilization level is different from ours.
“Oh, no~”
I stripped off Orietta’s black gothic lolita dress… It felt like a waste to strip it off, so I immediately unleashed the Thousand-Armed Kannon. Like Alana, she started to lose consciousness, but it would be a shame to just let her sleep.
In her past life, Orietta was normal. Other than dangerous drugs and human experiments, she was normally in bed, being all lovey-dovey. Now, with the aphrodisiac suggestion, it should be a normal experience.
“Hold me tighter~”
Released from the pleasure of the Thousand-Armed Kannon, Orietta began to ask for more. I hugged her a little tighter and licked her neck.
“More, more~. Hold me tighter~.”
Is she that lonely? This time, I hugged her with a bit more force, but Orietta just kept saying “more, more.” Even the normally gentle Mikael started to hug her for real.
“As expected, I need this~”
As Orietta chanted a spell, a magic circle appeared in the floating space. I’ve never seen it before, but I’ve heard of it. It looks like a torture device to me, something used by people with special… tastes. Something fell down.
Miss S and Miss M. A world I can’t comprehend unfolds. I understand whips and candles because I’ve seen them. But what is this water wheel-like thing!? Is she going to do agricultural work?
“Since it’s the first time, tie me up with ropes~”
I didn’t know Orietta had these kinds of hobbies. She didn’t do this in her past life. Her sex life was normal, right? She didn’t drip candles, did she?
“C-can I tie you up like this?”
“Yes~. Tie me up tightly~.”
You want me to tie you up… It’s not just tying her wrists, is it? Should I tie her body from her arms? I don’t know any special binding techniques like in the videos. For now, I tied her wrists.
“What do we do after this~”
I don’t do anything. There’s no after. Let’s end it here. I don’t have these kinds of hobbies. Let’s have a more wonderful, lovey-dovey time.
“Eh, eh~…”
“With this, it’ll come undone~.”
Orietta easily tore through the rough rope. I hadn’t forgotten, but she was the strongest in the corps in terms of strength. This time, I wrapped her body in several layers of rope so it wouldn’t break.
“This is fine~. But it’s a little different~.”
As Orietta tried to rip it apart with her strength, I stopped her with the Thousand-Armed Kannon and forcibly took off her panties, then presented my petty knife.
Orietta was surprised by the sudden thrust of the petty knife, but before the chain gun, she lost consciousness without using her monstrous strength.
I think I’ve done something pitiful. Terrified by Orietta’s unknown hobbies, I…
