We are being relentlessly pursued.
We had fled into the forest, but our pursuers were right behind us. Though we were outnumbered, small-sized Golems were closing in faster than humans. However, there was no way they could catch up to someone with cheat abilities and a Lycanthrope, so we gradually increased our distance in the winding forest.
Priscilla skillfully transformed only her legs into their Lycanthrope state, keeping her upper body human, and wore a robe she had found somewhere.
Hmph. What a shame.
The glimpses I caught of Priscilla’s body revealed wounds and the strenuous aftermath of our reckless battle. Whoever hurt Priscilla, I’ll kill them later. Especially those who used Earth Magic, I’ll slaughter them all.
In war, surrendered Mages are not killed. The standard procedure is to subdue valuable Mages and make them allies rather than kill them. Mages know this, so they surrender immediately when they’re at a disadvantage.
Priscilla’s wounds and valuable Mages. When weighing them, there’s no need to think about which side outweighs the other.
…Except for beauties. No, even if she’s a beauty!
“Priscilla, you’re out of breath. Let’s rest for a bit.”
“It’s fine. Let’s go a little further.”
She lacked her usual spirit. She could probably only maintain half of her Lycanthrope state. Did I rely too much on Priscilla’s combat power? I’ll have to comfort her later.
“I think that’s enough. I don’t think they’ll come this far.”
After running for an hour, if everything went according to plan, we were about halfway through our long detour. Before I could stop and look back, Priscilla threw herself over me from behind and fell to the ground.
An enemy?! Or had Priscilla reached her limit?! Since Priscilla wasn’t making any noise, I quietly observed our surroundings.
“Give me my war bonus now…”
Why is she thinking like that? Let’s consider our current situation. We were fighting on the front lines, ahead of other units, even acting as the rear guard, and now we are running away. How can she possibly think of “now”?
“Priscilla, calm down. We haven’t returned to the main camp yet. Enemies might be closing in.”
I thought I had hunkered down to hide, assuming an enemy had arrived, but was I being held down? At a time like this? When we’re being chased by enemies?
“It’s fine. Now is good.”
I don’t know what she considers fine. Those small Golems are troublesome. Besides, it’s not that easy to get up. Boys are delicate, you know.
“It’s fine. Condense.”
Huh? Magic? None of us, starting with me, Priscilla, Christine, and Alana, can use magic. Did she just cast a spell?
My lower body was weighed down by Priscilla… No, not weighed down, but Priscilla was on me as I stiffened and arched my back!? No way! And it was excruciatingly painful!
“I saw what happened with Rufina and Christine. Did you really think you could escape if you were only the two of you?”
You saw us even amidst that chaotic battle. I’m really worried about what Sophia will say when we get back.
That’s not it! The thing that arched was much larger than usual. I’m not bragging, but I thought it was average or below average, yet it grew so large and painful that my flesh felt like it would tear!
“What did you do!?”
“It’s Orietta’s blood. It’s useful for various things. As you can see, depending on the incantation.”
So, by chanting, the blood gathered and it became larger than usual!? But it’s exceeding its capacity beyond its normal size.
“It’s quite painful.”
“That’s how it is at first. It feels good when you get used to it.”
It seems like our opinions on this matter are quite opposite…
“What should we do? I can peel it off with my claws, you know.”
The tables have completely turned. If my pants are torn here, I won’t be able to return to the main camp. What’s more, it’s growing larger by the minute, an abnormal size. It can’t be helped, I guess…
“I’ll take them off, I’ll take them off. Don’t be rough.”
It can’t be helped. I can’t run away while in this situation, and it won’t fit in my pants anymore. I can’t even run while bent over.
As Priscilla got off my back, I turned away from her, endured the pain, and lowered my pants. There, a thing of unimaginable size had sprouted. A banana? It wasn’t that cute; it was something a Goblin could use as a weapon.
I was surprised by my own creation. A bat? A club? I’ll gloss over the specifics for privacy, but it was amazing. I wouldn’t complain if it were treated as a deadly weapon.
I wanted to brag a little about its size, but Priscilla grabbed my thing with a “Gabba!” As she grabbed it in her Lycanthrope state, her claws dug in. I recoiled.
“Gufufufu, this is it, this is it.”
“Wait, wait a moment.”
My hand reaching out to stop her was a mistake. With my thing still in her grasp, she pinned my free hand and pushed me down. My hands were held above my head, one hand gripping my thing, and I was being pushed down. This is…
“You’re probably not used to handling such a weapon. Leave it to me, no worries.”
It’s the complete opposite. I had no choice but to leave it to her. …Amen.
Forced down so I couldn’t use my cheat, arced by condensation, unable to move my hands or feet, but my thing was exposed. This state continued for an hour, and Priscilla, completely exhausted, collapsed. Her weight increases in Lycanthrope form, so she was quite heavy.
“Are you alright, Priscilla?”
Priscilla was half-catatonic in her Lycanthrope form, but I was the one who needed concern.
“Ah, I’m satisfied.”
“Sorry to interrupt your satisfaction, but could you do something about my thing?”
I had penetrated Priscilla from below, experiencing a length greater than ever before, but I still couldn’t walk with this persistent club.
“Leave it to me. Melt.”
Oh, it quickly returned to its familiar size. Hello, it’s been a while.
“But that’s amazing magic. Can anyone do it?”
“Yeah, it’s more like a sign than magic. The magic power for condensing and melting comes from Mikael.”
“What do you mean? I can’t use magic…”
“It’s not magic, it’s magic power. The blood Orietta put in, that’s what provides the magic power. And by chanting, it uses Mikael’s magic power to stiffen.” Everyone knows that.
I don’t quite understand, but it seems this happened because of that blood. I want to praise her for making it this big. And I want to scold her for teaching the incantation to others.
“Condense.”
She suddenly chanted, and I laughed, thinking, “It’s stiffening again,” and then I chanted “Melt” to return it to normal. Stop playing with someone else’s thing.
With the game over, we started walking again. Yes, we were fleeing. According to the map I remembered, we should arrive soon when Priscilla, who had returned to human form, and I fell down as I tried to cover her.
“What’s wrong!? Are you okay?”
Thank you for worrying about me, covering me like this. Priscilla is so kind. But Priscilla, I don’t like being on the receiving end all the time.
“Condense.”
Tearing off my pants, I pressed my club against her.
“Hey, hey, I know the sign. Melt.”
Condensing the blood to stiffen it, and melting it to return it to normal. Who would obey that! Don’t underestimate a delicate boy!
“Why won’t it go back? Melt. Melt. Melt.”
Even after chanting repeatedly, it wouldn’t return to normal. I was confident. While maybe not with a Lycanthrope, I thought I could handle Priscilla in her human form.
“Priscilla, it’s useless. It won’t melt.”
“The sign isn’t working?”
“I think it is working. But it’s useless. This can be overcome with sheer spirit, grit, and a beautiful woman.”
It’s not for nothing that I can embrace a Lycanthrope. And now, here is a woman with the functional beauty of a human form, wearing only a robe.
“I can handle the usage, and if you give up, I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
It was decided by force! However, perhaps Priscilla’s daily training was different from mine, or perhaps she was flustered by the unusual size. My giant Petty Knife stopped at Priscilla’s thigh.
“What’s wrong!? Is that all you’ve got!?”
It’s not a real stick… Besides, what if it breaks from the strain!? My giant Petty Knife couldn’t advance past the wall of her muscles. …Retreat? I don’t think an apology would work at this point.
If it becomes a long fight, I’ll be at a disadvantage. I want to settle this with a quick battle, but my Petty Knife isn’t cooperating. It’s like a novice driver trying to get into a tank. I fired the main gun earlier, though.
This size… I see!? In my mind, I recalled the condensation and the near-devouring by the Lycanthrope, and I returned my Petty Knife to its normal size. I positioned the knife between Priscilla’s thigh muscles and began firing my Godspeed machine gun.
Ending it with a simple penetration? No way! The machine gun was aimed at the intercom in front of the cave. A small knob. Hitting it repeatedly would open the door.
Prying open Priscilla’s muscles, my machine gun, which initially only reached faintly, began to reliably tap the knob little by little.
“You… bast…ard…! Ah, ha… ha… The… fu…ck… a…h…!”
Her voice is getting cute, Priscilla! Seeing that she was losing her strength, I immediately positioned myself between her legs, forcing them apart. Then, with my Petty Knife, I thrust myself into Priscilla.
“You… damn… it… you… sud…den…ly…”
The machine gun was still active. It was affecting Priscilla too. The problem is what comes next… Can I really handle this? This 50-millimeter cannon.
“Condense.”
My Petty Knife grew larger inside Priscilla. It was like a Buster Sword! Stopping my hip’s movement, the Petty Knife, inserted deep inside, was so large that it pushed my body back, and it wasn’t even half-inserted…
“You! Don’t make it bigger, you bastard!”
Is it hard for Priscilla, whose body became smaller than when she was a Lycanthrope!? Her grip was tighter than ever before.
“How do you like my Buster Sword… It’s not fully inserted, you know.”
This is a deadly weapon. This is a deadly weapon that shouldn’t be used on people. But my hidden desire began to stir.
Godspeed! Fifty millimeters, cannon!
I can tell. My Buster Sword, which seems to be four times longer than any previous stroke, gouged Priscilla’s honeypot from tip to base.
“Uuuugua…gyagufgaga…ah!”
With a sound that was more like a scream than a gasp, Priscilla’s body shook violently. I, too, felt the thickness of flesh against my entire Buster Sword and reached my climax.
…Rest in peace.
Upon returning to the main camp, we were both wobbly and caused a great deal of concern.
