Harm was warm. But this warmth was human skin.
I was stuffed into a sack with Sophia again, embracing nakedly to stay warm. My memory was of reversing, passing out, and then…
“Wake up, you scum! Get out!”
The hard tip of a shoe digging into my side. This was “again.” So unoriginal. I received a second kick with more originality and ingenuity. It hurt quite a bit. It was as sturdy as safety shoes, yet not meant for kicking people.
“You’re awake, Captain? How are you feeling?”
I was woken up by Priscilla. My mood was extremely bad, because my side hurt. But my bad mood ended there. I’ll forgive you, Priscilla, because I got to see Sophia’s beautiful bare skin up close!
“Hurry up and get out, scum!”
Priscilla, who kicked me precisely in the behind even though we were crammed into a sack and couldn’t see anything, has Mind’s Eye!? Stop it, my anus will widen again.
Before I got out of the sack, to cancel out that kick, I snatched two large, soft-looking melon breads in front of me and then emerged.
Before I could say “Explain the situation,” I took a body blow from Priscilla, whose arm had transformed into a Lycanthrope’s, head-on, and I doubled over like a bent twig, rolling around on the cargo bed.
Someday, someday I’ll take it without flinching. And then I’ll say, “Did something happen?”
“So you finally came out, scum. I’ll explain, so listen carefully.”
Priscilla, who crouched before me, returned her right hand to its human form and spoke with sharp eyes, but if she were wearing a skirt at this angle, I could have seen something nice. What a shame.
“You were hit by that bitch’s blowgun and threw up. It was probably poisoned. Sophia fixed it, so there’s no problem now.”
“Uh, uh, the reason I was naked with Sophia and put in a sack was…”
“That’s because after you reversed and got yourself dirty, I washed you and your clothes.”
“And, and tied up behind you… who is that naked woman being pulled by the carriage?”
“That’s the blowgun woman. I had her wash you when you were dirty. Since she got wet, I made her take off her clothes.”
Isn’t that a little cruel? Even if they’re bandits, isn’t it inhumane to tie up a girl of that age and parade her around naked? I wouldn’t have minded being put in the same sack, if I’m honest.
“What about the other bandits?”
“Christine took care of them. she did it the moment you threw up.”
It’s a humanitarian issue for the naked blowgun woman, but dying is worse. Still, while tying her up is fine, being naked is pitifully sad. Her clothes must be dry by now, she should put them on. But first, let me burn it into my memory.
“What will you do with that woman? Will you hand her over to the Knight Order as is?”
What should I do? If handed over to the Knight Order, she’ll definitely be beheaded. It’s a waste to let a young girl with a good figure, who would surely be cute if she smiled, die.
“…Having laid hands on the captain, you die!”
Christine, I just thought it was a waste, so I reject that. Look closely, isn’t she quite beautiful?
“That’s not a bad idea, but since Rufina completely obliterated the other bandits, there’s nothing to serve as evidence. So, how about selling this blowgun woman to a brothel?”
It’s not a bad idea. I don’t want to kill a defenseless, naked woman. It’s the same as sending her to a place where she’ll die. In a brothel, she can gain her freedom after her contract is up, and we’ll get money. It’s a perfect compromise.
“Let’s do that. For now, let’s have her put her clothes on.”
“Too much trouble.”
“In that case, I’ll…”
“Christine, make her put them on. Blow her away if she tries anything funny.”
Tch! So much for the chance to see her up close. What a pain in the neck for saying unnecessary things. I was about to say “Shall I help…” but just as I got to “sha”, my heart was crushed. Scary~. She can give me Godspeed massages all she wants.
The blowgun woman was dressed and her wrists tied before being chained to the carriage. I thought about asking for shibari binding, but I stopped myself, afraid of my anus widening again.
Entering Harm and walking until evening, we arrived at the first town, Greuning. It’s a magnificent walled city, perhaps because it’s close to the border. We plan to stay here for the night, but I have something to take care of before then.
“I’ll go sell her. If a woman goes, they’ll look down on her.”
Everyone readily agreed, probably wanting to enjoy the long-awaited town rather than be alone with the blowgun woman. We agreed to meet at an inn the gatekeepers told us about, and parted ways.
I felt bad for having the blowgun woman tied up in the town, so I asked her if she’d like to try shibari binding instead, but she just gave me a blank look, as if she didn’t understand. It doesn’t exist in this world, so it was good that she let it slide.
I took her to a deserted place, and as thanks for being shot with poison, and to have some fun before she became a prostitute, I chuckled wickedly.
“This is your chance for a new life. Don’t come north.”
Taking her to the Knight Order to be executed would be a pity, but I couldn’t stand the thought of selling her to a brothel and having her embraced by all sorts of men.
Rescuing one person here won’t change the world. It should be fine. The only problem would be the pocket money I grandly gave her and the proceeds from selling her to the brothel.
I’ll give up on the pocket money, but the money from the brothel is an issue. The White Lily Corps members won’t look at a cash ledger. If I mix it with the Sand Dragon’s money, it should be okay.
If I transfer it at the Guild, I won’t have to bring the money back. Now I don’t have to worry about money. And I won’t see the blowgun woman again since she’s going south, so there’s no need to worry.
I headed towards the inn where everyone was waiting, feeling a little satisfied with the good deed I had done.
And then I rejoined the White Lily Corps members at the inn, tied to a chair. Of course, gagged to prevent any noise.
Why? Why did I so easily fall for Sophia’s leading questions?
Why? I did a good deed, yet I can’t accept this treatment.
“Your punishment will come when we get back. Come on, let’s go into town!”
I was left tied to the chair with her parting words. It’s not right to act alone, but it felt like a waste to turn such a beautiful woman into a prostitute.
I’ll talk to everyone properly when they get back. They should understand if I explain. I’ll probably only get stabbed or have my limbs broken. Probably…
Feeling the relief of not being killed, I fell asleep tied to the chair. I woke up when I heard the door open. I deliberately kept my eyes closed, intending to feign exhaustion from sleeping while reflecting.
“Are you okay? I’ll untie you right away.”
A voice I didn’t recognize startled me, and I looked up. It was the blowgun woman I had parted with earlier. Why is she here? I let her escape!
Stop it. I need to show remorse here. What am I supposed to do now that I’m free? Don’t mind me, at least take the gag off first.
My words didn’t reach her, and she nimbly “untied” my belt and freed my companion from my pants.
Why!? How is this happening!? In this situation, you’re supposed to take off the “gag” first. You should at least untie the ropes around my body first. Why are you freeing my companion!?
The blowgun woman, mistaking my restrained groans for “Hurry up,” started to take my companion into her mouth.
What kind of eroge is this? A game that progresses this rapidly is too much for the player to keep up with. However, my companion seems to be keeping up. It has already swelled to the size of a petty knife.
“Mmm… *munch*… mmm… *slurp*… *chup*… *slurp*.”
Skillful! If I let my guard down, she’ll steal it! …That’s not the point! Don’t you realize what will happen if this is discovered now!?
“Ham… mm, mm, mmg, mm… Ah, Haa.”
This is beyond expectation! Wouldn’t it be better to go to a brothel than be a bandit after all!? …No, that’s not the point! If someone comes back right now, I’ll die!
“Slurp… Slurp, slurp…”
Beyond imagination! The saliva is getting mixed in, making it slippery! I’m past my limit too!
“Kutch kutch… I’ll clean it up properly. Nn… Nn… Nn.”
I lost… But the emptiness is greater than the feeling of defeat. I resigned myself to accepting the blowgun woman.
…No, that’s not what I meant!
After getting my companion sparkling clean, the blowgun woman finally began to remove the ropes from my legs. I removed the gag myself and, with a serious expression, grabbed her shoulders and said:
“I told you to run! Why did you come here!?”
“Uh… I couldn’t even thank you after you saved me…”
Thank me with your mouth! I haven’t heard of thanking with your mouth, but it’s not unheard of. That’s why you risked your life, coming here. You don’t understand.
I looked up at the ceiling. Her gratitude is probably genuine, but it’s bad right now. What could have been just a stabbing could become life-threatening.
“I have received your thanks. I’m sorry, but could you do it to me one more time…”
“So that’s what you meant…”
Bad timing, the worst possible timing. Life-threatening.
“I bought you some delicious food because I found some…”
Scary. It’s truly scary. Is this what they call the calm before the storm? Am I the direct hit? Is my evacuation route the nearest elementary school?
“Priscilla, this is a misunderstanding deeper than the sea. It’s a misunderstanding that would be a funny story if we talked it out.”
“And so… you intended to eat it while we were gone…”
I couldn’t possibly say I was eaten, but our conversation isn’t matching up. She doesn’t seem to be listening to me at all.
“I would never do that. Besides, I don’t even know her name.”
“I’m Manuela…”
Hello, Manuela. Don’t interrupt, you’ll only make things more complicated.
“I’ve held back until now… but I can’t tolerate it anymore.”
Had she been holding back at all? Her hands, trembling with anger, crushed the food she had bought for me.
“P-Priscilla…”
Stepping through the door, Priscilla, who approached me step by step, transformed into a Lycanthrope. And a golden Lycanthrope at that.
I’ve never seen anything like it. But I know characters whose hair turns golden in anger.
