We were a short distance from the target coastline of Nordland. Normally, this land was inaccessible not only to fishing boats but also to warships, but with Christine’s power, we didn’t even fear death.
“We should see the coastline soon,” Christine said.
“Then please stop the ship. We’ll send reconnaissance from here,” I replied.
With that, I sent Doron out for reconnaissance at Alana’s command. The sun was still bright, but it would set soon. We planned to begin our landing as soon as it got dark. Landing operations are exciting. Should we be like the Marines or the SEALs? The Normandy landings were great too. It really gets a hobbyist’s heart racing.
Alana skillfully operated three Drones, scouting from the coastline into the forest. The result was that no dangerous monsters or animals were found; only wild pigs and ordinary boars.
“For the landing, I, Priscilla, and Rufina will go ashore first in a small boat. Then, we’ll bring the horses over one by one, and the last four will follow in this order: Sophia, Christine, and Orietta. Alana, you and Alma will be on the final boat,” I explained.
“There are no enemies, right? Isn’t this being overly cautious?” Alana asked.
“Though we’ve scouted with Drones, it’s still enemy territory. We must also be wary of wild animals,” I responded. “Priscilla and I will go on reconnaissance after landing, so the rest of you should come ashore aiming for Rufina’s position.”
“It seems like it will take time,” Rufina muttered.
“Even if they are warhorses, we can’t make them swim. We can only transport them one at a time, right? Give one of the Drones to Christine. Once we land, Christine, you’ll take over the Drone’s reconnaissance,” I said.
“…Shall I have a drink until then?” Christine asked.
“Depart! Priscilla and Rufina, get on the boat quickly!” I ordered.
We donned our gear and boarded a small boat. The calm bay of Nordland offered no welcome, and my excitement threatened to dissipate like sea foam.
“Priscilla! Go left! I’ll go right! Rufina, deploy Rossa and stay alert! Annihilate anyone suspicious!” I shouted.
Despite the exhilaration I tried to muster, two fools and the Undead Queen were playing in the waves, complaining about getting wet and cold. This was enemy territory, Nordland. We could be attacked at any moment.
“Don’t let your guard down! It might be an Ent!” I warned.
An Ent, if it doesn’t move or show itself, looks just like a regular tree. If all these trees were Ents, and on the Demon Lord’s side, this would be Normandy. Without aerial bombardment, we would be isolated and annihilated.
“In that case, ■■■■, Great Wind of Ruin!”
An merciless gale, unleashed by two of the White Lily Corps’ most formidable members, ignored lung capacity and ravaged the forest for five hundred meters, widening the coastline.
“You idiot! What if there were Ents?!” I exclaimed.
The wise spirits of the forest, the Ents. Rufina, who could erase even their existence, had no respect for entities that value knowledge and would never engage in pointless battles. What was she thinking when she unleashed the Great Wind of Ruin?
“There are no allies who would die,” she simply stated.
…That’s what she said!
…No, indeed!
“Rufina! Aren’t Ents the ones who gave you your epithet? Show some respect! Lord of Cursed Wood!” I protested.
“I know nothing of names you gave me yourself,” she replied.
…That’s what she said again! I thought she liked “Cursed Wood.” If she had called me “King of Wriggling Things,” I would have refused.
The coastline, now cleared to the roots and neatly spread out. I hoped the residents of Nordland wouldn’t complain, but now all we could do was plant trees or leave it to nature’s bounty. And we didn’t have the time for that.
“Rufina, stay put! Priscilla, you take the left flank. I’ll go to the right,” I said.
“What a pain…” Priscilla grumbled.
The Drones were scouting, so they would alert us if there were enemies. But since this was a landing operation, I wanted to experience the thrill of being a Marine.
“Scout the coastline for one kilometer! Kill any enemies!” I commanded.
With that, I ran along the beach. The Drones provided a sense of security, but I didn’t know what kind of monsters might be lurking. Running on the sandy beach, not for the sake of the girls, but purely for vigilance, was tough.
I reached the one-kilometer mark and turned back. Thinking that Nebel Bridge and the Demon Lord were just ahead, I felt the urge to rush forward alone.
“Surely I can handle it now?” I wondered, placing my hands on my hips, then reconsidering. How far could I get with a wooden sword? I could certainly beat them to death!
Would they let me kill them that easily? Alma had said she’d never seen the Demon Lord’s power directly. If I were to kill him, a surprise attack would be best.
I rounded the turning point and headed towards the White Lily Corps on the beach. If I were alone, it might be impossible, but together, we could definitely defeat them. With that thought, I drew my wooden sword.
“It’s a weapon you’re not used to. You’ll need practice,” Priscilla said.
I had sensed a killing intent since around the turning point. It was from someone I recognized by the familiar intent, and I had already detected it with my Wide-Area Mind’s Eye, so I wasn’t surprised.
“I’m strong in the real thing, so I don’t need practice,” I replied.
“…Then why did you draw it?”
“I don’t want to die, and I don’t think I can persuade you,” I admitted.
“You’ve hit the mark!” Priscilla exclaimed.
A light, life-or-death spar before dinner. A wooden sword versus a Halberd. The disparity in fairness and weight was insurmountable. The sound of my wooden sword striking was met with a “pakannn,” while Priscilla’s slash echoed with a deep tone that suggested breaking or cutting if I were to receive it.
“You can’t win by just running away! Think of your sword as an extension of your hand!” she shouted.
You bastard! How many years do you think I’ve been a mercenary! I know that! That’s why I’m running! If I caught your Halberd with my hands, I’d be cut! But I can’t keep running forever. I have to take her down before Priscilla gets bored and turns into a Lycanthrope!
I calmly assumed a formal stance. Priscilla also readied her Halberd behind her, preparing to swing it down. This was it, the match!
Fast, relentlessly fast. Godspeed, Mode Six!
I narrowly dodged Priscilla’s overhead Halberd strike and slipped into her guard. I was about to thrust for her throat! But before my wooden sword reached Priscilla’s throat, I released it, spread my arms, and pushed her down as if to embrace her.
“Let go of me, you bastard!” she yelled.
Absolutely not. Even if I twisted her arms behind her back to immobilize her, my Tentacle Prosthetic could extend, and it possessed enough strength and technique to peel off leather armor.
I peeled off her leather armor, and two ripe fruits, as if inviting me to partake, fell before my eyes. “Thank you for the offering,” I thought as I buried my face, feeling warmth on both cheeks…
“Priscilla! Have you put on a little weight…?” I asked.
“As if! Look closely!” she retorted.
With Priscilla’s permission, I held nothing back. Extending my Tentacle Prosthetic from the lower part of her shirt, I yanked it up all at once! There, covering the ripe fruits, was a bra… it was a bra.
I had expected to find combat innerwear made by Orietta, perhaps like a swimsuit. But this was a white bra, trimmed with white lace, which further emphasized her tanned skin.
“Th-this is…” I stammered.
There were no bras in this world. Only cotton shirts existed. Orietta had made a bra and panties a while ago, and now she’d succeeded in mass production!
“Orietta says it’s to cushion your breasts. It’s better than innerwear because they don’t bounce,” she explained.
Underwear! A bra! A front hook! Although it covered a significantly larger area than a micro-bikini, a bra and a swimsuit differed in their defensive capabilities.
Swimsuits, even with their small surface area, were designed to be difficult to see through and impossible to remove easily. Underwear was different. It was designed to accentuate proportions, be easy to remove in critical moments, and its soft material made it easy to shift around.
The dream of every man in Another World was now here. All the men of Another World… I released my hands, which had been encircling her, and began to knead her breasts with both hands as if pinning her down.
“Your hands are as lecherous as ever,” she murmured.
While I massaged her soft chest, I searched for the nipples with my fingertips. The material was quite soft, and the nipples, easily found, began to swell even more.
“You pervert… Ah…” she moaned.
This was bad. I couldn’t hold back. But I remembered the two factions within the academic conference. Whether to remove the bra now or not.
Removing the bra meant the end of the “erotic play in clothing.” However, as long as the straps were on the shoulders, it was still considered “disheveled attire” and fell within the scope of erotic play.
Shifting the bra was considered a “new form” of erotic play, but it was deemed less stylish.
Whether to remove it or shift it was a topic that generated much heated debate. And here, a compromise had emerged: the front hook.
If the hooks were on the back, it would be considered “removal.” When the hooks were in the front, “removal” and “shifting” were re-examined as a single action.
I unfastened Priscilla’s front hook with my teeth and tongue, and slowly shifted one cup of the bra. Whether I used my “teeth” or my “hands” to unfasten it is not within the scope of erotic play in clothing, so I shall refrain from detailing it.
As my tongue traced over the beautiful pink nips, Priscilla’s body began to tremble and she moaned.
Just in case, I extended my Tentacle Prosthetic downwards and inserted it into her panties. The sensation… Good, she was wearing panties too.
I unfastened the strings of her panties and fiddled with her clit through the fabric. Before, she wore boxer-style underwear, but now she had panties. The evolution of civilization is wonderful.
I wanted to play with Priscilla’s breasts a little longer, but my partner’s changes were surprisingly significant, and I sensed the sharpness of the Petty knife increasing.
I pulled Priscilla’s panties down to her knees and pressed my partner against her panties as if to push into her. I couldn’t insert it like this, but this was the true essence of erotic play in clothing. I “shifted” her panties to the side and thrust my partner into her wet core.
“Nnnh! Nnh… Nnhnh…!”
This was erotic play in clothing! Her shirt was pulled up to her neck, the bra was half undone, her panties were down to her knees, but she was still wearing them. This was the completed form. It’s classic, by the book, and said to be for beginners, but without mastering the fundamentals, there’s no future. I wielded it. With all my heart and soul, I wielded the Petty knife.
“Ah… aah… haaa… aah fuu… uuw… aaah… nn… nn…”
She cried out with a beautiful voice, her body trembling slightly. Her limit would soon be reached. My limit, however, was still far off. Shall we aim for it together, Priscilla? I focused all my power into my partner and unleashed the Godspeed of the Buster Sword.
“Ah… aa… gaa… agaa… agaaaaa!”
“This is bad! Did I overdo it!?” I thought only after I had reached my own climax, fixed her panties, put her bra back on, tidied up her shirt and underwear, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.
“Ow! That hurt, Priscilla…!”
“You bastard! Save that size for when you turn into a Lycanthrope!” she snapped.
I received a palm strike to the skull that felt like it could crack it, and while checking my scalp for baldness, I was scolded by Priscilla.
But I was satisfied. I want to do it again. I want to do it many times. I want to do it forever. Though I didn’t say it out loud, perhaps my feelings reached her, because the second time, instead of a palm strike, I received a sweet kiss.
“The next one is coming,” Priscilla said, nodding towards the coast.
I responded with a nod and saw Christine approaching on horseback.
Three horses, and Christine coming after Sophia was originally planned. I saw them. Had we really been going at it that intensely, Priscilla and I?
“…I’ll take over,” Christine said.
“I’m going back,” Priscilla replied.
They spoke to each other, as if they couldn’t see me. Christine rode one of the horses, and Priscilla rode back on it. Take over what? If it was reconnaissance, they should have been returning after finishing.
Christine took my hand and led me towards the forest. What were we going to do, even though there might be dangerous animals? My heart swelled with anticipation.
