In the morning, I left the bed repair to Orietta and decided to have Sophia examine my petty knife.
I told Sophia the truth of the matter and had her examine the battered petty knife. Sophia’s healing magic was incredible. She chanted the spell, then took the petty knife into her mouth, and the scars rapidly disappeared, making it even harder.
“Sophia, is the part after the spell necessary?”
“It is necessary, *munch*…”
I didn’t feel it was necessary… Ah well, it’s fine! It feels good, anyway. There’s still time until breakfast, and I’m okay like this. Just sitting here feels good.
I let Sophia do as she pleased, looking down. Her chestnut hair swayed voluminously. Indecent sounds escaped her mouth. The happiness of a man, a man’s desire, it felt like I had reached the pinnacle.
“Captain, breakfast!”
Alana, who opened the door without knocking, startled Sophia, who bit down on the petty knife and tried to crush the two mounds.
“Gah!?”
I let out a wordless cry, clutched my groin, and writhed in agony. No way… This is too much… I never thought I’d be injured by a female doctor who came to treat me. Nor did I expect to be licked.
“Alana! I’ve told you to knock before entering!”
“Huh~? What were you guys doing? Were you lovey-dovey? You looked like you were having fun.”
Alana, perhaps she held a grudge from when Sophia stabbed her with a knife before? To surprise me by barging in like this, when I’m the one who suffered the most…
“It’s treatment, Alana. Please knock properly next time. Captain, the treatment is over. Let’s go to breakfast.”
Sophia slipped through the door, leaving me behind, but Alana, after seeing Sophia off, gave me a thumbs-up and followed her.
Alana probably feels like she got one over on Sophia, but it was me who got hurt! I’ll teach her someday what it feels like to have your vital spot bitten and squeezed! … It was ten minutes later that I sat down for breakfast.
For breakfast, I ate without Priscilla, Christine, and Rufina. As it was free time today, I told them not to kill anyone, and headed to the weapon shop alone.
What should I choose for my weapon? I’ve decided on leather armor, but for the weapon, should I go with a one-handed sword and shield, or a dual-wielding setup? Dual-wielding looks cool, but my life is more precious than coolness, so maybe I should go with a shield. Or should I use my speed cheat and go for dual-wielding? It’s a tough decision.
Most reincarnators can use magic and are the strongest, but in my case, my speed is the strongest, and I can’t use magic. I’m self-taught and don’t even know the basics of swordsmanship.
In my previous life, I was in logistics and didn’t fight for long. In the life before that, I was a military otaku, but if there were assault rifles in this world… Should I try to make one!?
The weapon shop owner recommended a one-handed sword and shield, so I meekly decided on those. I have spares in the carriage, but I still wanted my own.
Until past noon, I investigated the town and its customs. I found no significant differences from my previous life.
When I returned, the bed was repaired, and everyone else had gone out. I stayed in my room, practicing my sword swings and thinking up poses, and eventually got tired and fell asleep.
Are you an idiot!? You’re definitely an idiot! While I was tired and sleeping in my bed, Alana was sleeping next to me. If Sophia found out, we’d both be impaled.
“Good morning. It looked warm, so I snuggled in.”
“S-Sophia will find out, and that would be terrible…”
“It’s fine. You said it was a joke, didn’t you, Captain?”
That was a lie to reassure Alana. Who stabs someone as a joke!? And aren’t you challenging Sophia with this, Alana!? If this gets out, the thought alone is terrifying.
“This sort of thing should be limited to guard duty. By the way, how did you get in? The door was locked.”
“This isn’t guard duty. This is voluntary free participation. And this door is rather flimsy. It came right off.”
The doorknob can’t just come off! Is she a super-strong idiot!? Show some concern for my life, especially my life. …I’ll have to ask Orietta to fix the door too.
At dinner, everyone gathered. Priscilla complained that she hadn’t found a good man, and Rufina complained to me that she hadn’t found a good corpse.
Orietta was on guard duty today, but talking about the night watch during meals didn’t seem to incur Sophia’s jealousy. Instead, Sophia seemed to be matching my conversation, which was frightening.
It’s not good in the carriage, but it’s good on the bed. Is there a difference? Holding hands gets me stabbed, and guard duty is recommended. Is it based on the rules of the guild or something? The biggest concern is that Sophia might teach Orietta bad things.
After dinner, Orietta and I returned to the room where the double bed, gifted to me as Captain’s privilege, was placed. Most of the other members had dormitories and no private rooms. This was not given to me as a privilege of being Captain, but rather for guard duty, needless to say.
“Captain~. Do you prefer being tied up, tying someone up, or medicine/experiments~?”
Four options… It sounds good, but in reality, it’s probably just one option. Experiments are too abstract to choose; they don’t explain anything beforehand. Medicine is the same – it’s either “you’ll know when the time comes” after taking it.
If I’m tied up, I don’t know what will happen. With medicine or experiments, she can do as she pleases. That leaves tying up Orietta as the only option, but with Orietta’s strength, she can easily tear off the robe, making it difficult.
“Don’t you have anything normal? Like affirming our love in bed…”
“We don’t~.”
I had enough content to talk for five minutes explaining, but seeing Orietta’s sparkling eyes, I gave up with a “We don’t~.”
“Let’s go with tying up, please…”
“You want to tie up the Captain~?”
“N-no, I want to tie up Orietta!”
As Orietta chanted a spell, a magic circle appeared in the air, and ropes, candles, and what looked like a book fell.
“I brought a book on ‘how to tie up’ that even the Captain can understand~.”
I took the book and looked inside. The first page showed how to tie wrists securely, and towards the end, there was a detailed illustration of a person suspended by ropes.
“Are we… going to do this…?”
Tying my wrists is still okay. This might even pass as “play.” That sounds fun. My little sadist in me stirred.
Tying up the whole body is tough. The drawn expressions of anguish on the women in this book are hard to bear. I felt a surge of guilt.
“Shall we start with the beginner’s level? Tying wrists…”
I took the offered rope and my arms and tied them as described in the book. I re-tied them two or three times, but they were bound quite tightly, and Orietta couldn’t break them even with force.
Now, this is my time. A beautiful gothic lolita girl with her wrists tied lies on the bed, her eyes glistening with anticipation of what’s to come.
Godspeed! Thousand-Armed Kannon!
Even through the gothic lolita outfit, Orietta couldn’t withstand the Thousand-Armed Kannon. Her faint sighs turned into loud moans.
“Ah… haaah, ugh… No, uuuu… Enough, aahnn…”
As expected, Thousand-Armed Kannon works. It’s a sure thing… But I should probably hold back on the immediate Thousand-Armed Kannon and plan things out a bit more. I want to enjoy “touching” more.
“Put it in already…”
It was too soon, after all. I’ll consider this for the second round. Since the slime has turned into a steel petty knife, I’ll enjoy myself
