Beneath the clear morning sky.
“Captain, pull yourself together!”
Priscilla’s angry shouts were strangely invigorating. Climbing out of the tent alone, Priscilla was furious as she attached the horses to the carriage.
“The horses weren’t even secured. What if they had run off?”
It was strange. The rule was to always keep the stirrups attached, but did they come loose on their own?
“I’m sorry. Were the stirrups also loose?”
“They weren’t broken, but they’re old. I’ll attach them a little more firmly.”
It was strange. Stirrups shouldn’t come off that easily; did they loosen on their own?
“Alright, pack up. We’ll eat yesterday’s leftovers in the carriage while we travel. Sophia, wake everyone up quickly.”
That was the captain’s line, so don’t steal it. We wasted no time packing up and boarded the carriage. Alana, of course, sat beside me.
“Hah!”
The horse didn’t move, as if ignoring me as I vigorously snapped the reins. Was it looking down on me?
“What’s wrong? Is it not feeling well?”
Alana seemed worried about the unresponsive horse, but I took out the whip from the luggage rack and cracked it hard against the horse’s behind.
“Neighhh!”
The horse whinnied as if in pain and slowly began to move. It was strange.
The second day of travel. We encountered no monsters and had no hallucinations, and at night, we were cuddling under the starry sky with Priscilla. This is all part of the captain’s work, after all.
“Priscilla! Lower your sword already!”
“I’ll lower it after I kill you!”
We are currently in a passionate embrace, loving each other. Some expressions of affection are certainly unique. Love forged with swords and armor. The chain gun needed to pierce through it is being prepared.
Personally, I’d prefer to make love normally. If possible, I’d prefer to make love without lycanthropy, but that’s difficult.
If Priscilla gets angry, she always turns into a lycanthrope and retaliates. It’s not an opponent I can’t defeat with Godspeed, but one wrong move could seriously injure her, and with a lycanthrope… well.
Lycanthropy isn’t all bad. If there were no growls, no strangulation, no being torn to shreds by claws, no having an arm bitten off as a “loving nibble”, it wouldn’t be so bad.
In any case, I’ll finish before I make her angry. I have self-defense techniques learned through correspondence courses. Joint locks, pushdowns, and penetration! It’s incredibly difficult to do that to someone wielding a Buster Sword and called the strongest mercenary.
“Priscilla! I’m going to pound it in, so put your sword down!”
“Don’t underestimate me! I’ll rip you to shreds!”
We are in love. I deeply feel that there are various ways of expressing love in this world. Still, I can’t back down. That’s because I love Priscilla.
Godspeed, Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva!
A thousand swords, leaving afterimages, fiercely attack and capture Priscilla. Short Sword and Buster Sword clash, sparks flying, while my free left hand works on unbuttoning Godspeed.
“Wh-?!”
By the time she realized it, it was too late. Her armor was stripped away, her jacket, her pants – every button was undone. Don’t underestimate the power of Godspeed’s slashes. He who masters the left hand conquers the night’s embrace.
Dropping my sword, I closed in rapidly to apply a joint lock. But a merciless blow came from above. I easily dodged it, struck the hand holding the sword with a chop, and it fell.
Opportunity! As I reached to grab her hand for a joint lock, she created distance, retreated, and fell. Idiot! She forgot her pants were down around her ankles!
I showed no mercy and mounted Priscilla. Having the mount gives overwhelming advantage. I grabbed both of Priscilla’s hands as she tried to punch me from below and pinned them above her head.
The match is over! I win. Casually, I lowered my pants and brought my now-hardened Steel Petty close to Priscilla’s mouth.
“Lick me.”
“Who would lick yours… *gck!*”
Without waiting for a reply, I thrust it into the mouth that had just opened. Her expression was priceless. Forcing things isn’t good, but it’s better than trying to kill each other with swords. I slowly continued to thrust into Priscilla’s mouth.
“Ah… *gcco…* *gooo!*”
Maybe I got a bit carried away. I need to stop before she gets angry, or I won’t be able to handle her when she turns into a lycanthrope. I paused and waited for Priscilla to lick me of her own accord.
“Mmm… *chu…* *mpph…* *mnuuuh’n*”
Her slightly resentful upward glance was irresistible. I had the urge to thrust in and out again, but I resisted and slowly pulled away from Priscilla.
Priscilla clung to the Petty Knife like a fish to bait, unwilling to let go. As I stood up, Priscilla sat on her behind and continued licking me.
“Amu’n’ss… *ngu’n’ss…* *nnn’amu’ss*…”
I let Priscilla lick until my jaw was tired, draining her stamina. I had to rid her of any potential for lycanthropy, or I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly afterward.
“You… do it too…”
Priscilla’s face, with her mouth open and drool dripping, was lewd. But I should fulfill her request. Godspeed can move more than just the lower body.
I grabbed both of Priscilla’s ankles, spread her legs wide, and laid her down, bringing my face close to her cleft and tracing it with my tongue. Godspeed tongue technique.
“Ah! You idiot! N-no… *ii…* *gi…* *ii…* *na…* *aaarrrii…* *uuu…* *uukkuu…UU!*”
If it feels so good that she can’t even speak properly, then pass out! Noyoo’s battlefield is near, and I don’t want to waste unnecessary energy on guard duty. I’ll let her pass out, leave her be, and go to sleep.
“Ah, haa… Aaahhaa… *Uuaaacaan’n!* Aaaahhh… *uuuUu* Yaba…at… *ii…!* Ii…! *kUUU…kuuU!*”
Priscilla, forcibly brought to orgasm, writhed and convulsed. Good! As expected of Godspeed’s tongue. Priscilla is also collapsing…
…Collapsing. Mine is arching. I should expend energy to build stamina. Using my daily guard duty.
“O-oi… chotto… *uuuuUguU…* Haaaccc… *an…* *an-haaaaccc!*”
It’s a waste to use the chain gun. I’ll let you enjoy it slowly. I repeatedly thrust, enjoying the flesh walls of her honey pot.
“Haa… Aaaaacccaan…haaaccc…”
Priscilla’s face, contorted in pleasure, further roused me. The slippery passage below was now a flood. I’ll finish this… Damn! My hands are starting to turn into lycanthrope forms.
Godspeed, Chain Gun!
“Ah! Ga…aa…ga…! *gaaa…*”
Finish her before she transforms! Turbo engaged! Three seconds of rapid fire! Still, I can’t finish her. Does Priscilla’s libido not stop until she transforms into a lycanthrope?
I’m about to climax too. Let’s see who cums first. I’ll keep firing the chain gun until I give Priscilla my white chocolate.
“Guhahhaa…a……… *aaahhhann…!* Aaaaahhh! *haaaccc…*”
I won! Although her limbs have begun to transform, I finished her before she could, delivering my thick, viscous gift inside Priscilla.
Now I can sleep… forever? Priscilla’s lycanthrope arms are tightening around my neck, transforming my whole body.
“This is where it all begins, isn’t it…”
No, this is the end. My bullets have just run out. Without giving me time for excuses, Lycanthrope Priscilla straddled me.
“Now, let’s begin.”
I prefer human-form Priscilla to lycanthrope. There’s no danger to my life…
By noon on the third day, we arrived at the garrison late, and as captain, I went alone to meet the garrison administrator. We were delayed by an hour in the morning due to Sophia’s treatment, but if a fractured rib could be healed, it was fine. The remaining fifty minutes were spent playing doctor alone together.
At the garrison, the administrator decides our assignments and roles as mercenaries. He’s a high-ranking official in the army, and with bribes, one can be assigned to an easy post, a valuable and important position, but Christine’s request to be sent to an easy post was denied.
“So, what are we going to do?”
After receiving instructions from the administrator, I returned to find them eating without me. I wish they had a bit more consideration and care for the captain.
“We are assigned to the 7th Unit. Sophia will be in the 8th Unit behind us, but Alana, you will also be in the 8th Unit and will guard Sophia.”
“I want to be at the front lines too.”
“No. It’s already decided. We will be the left flank’s two units, with four units at the main force and two on the right flank. The departure tomorrow will be in unit order, so it will be a bit delayed.”
“What about the wartime treaty?”
“Yes, that has also been discussed and decided. First, an attack on the city of Nuyoo below Stefan Castle is prohibited. Of course, plundering is also not allowed. Plundering within Stefan Castle is permitted. The combat period is scheduled for twenty days.”
This wartime treaty disadvantaged us in the fight against the demons. A wartime treaty is an agreement made in advance regarding the war. It includes things like not attacking certain areas or being able to secure mercenaries for a specific period.
Without this, mercenaries would be hired cheaply indefinitely. It’s a human way of waging war created to avoid unnecessary conflict.
Humans have waged war this way, but it doesn’t work against demons. Faced with a war of unknown duration, the safety of not attacking was lost, and morale eventually declined.
“Though the employment period is twenty days, the actual fighting will likely end in ten days. Please limit your plundering to within the castle. The city of Nuyoo has economic value.”
“What about Pomer?”
“It will be open field combat with Pomer, so it’s business as usual with POW handling and surrender.”
Sometimes, a nation will pay for captured knights, but for mercenaries, surrender means being lucky if you become a slave, and being captured by the White Lily Corps means gang rape. That is, if anyone has the guts for it…
“…Does our wartime unit rule apply starting tomorrow?”
A rare question from Christine. Ah, today is Christine’s turn. But we’ve arrived at the garrison, and there are other mercenaries around.
“It applies from today. We are at the garrison…”
“…”
“…Let’s make it tomorrow. I… I need to go greet those who will be in the same unit. Please find a place and rest. Christine, please take care of the soundproof tent.”
Christine, knowing what was about to happen, blushed slightly and nodded. Please don’t have a heart attack in front of everyone. After all, she’s the captain and a superior. And indeed, Christine is beautiful.
“Sister Sophia, is that okay?”
Sophia looks a little dejected and disappointed, but you already did it this morning! You should have healed first, but you did it and then healed! It’s tough to do activities with broken ribs!
Finally, I can stand on the battlefield tomorrow. I feel like I’ve been tossed around by various things these past few days. I want to earn money and buy everyone some cute clothes.
