When taking thorns out of roses at a flower shop, tools are used. …I don’t have any.
“Are you done yet~?”
I couldn’t possibly make Orietta full of holes, so I painstakingly removed each thorn by hand. At some point, I got tired of it and just shaved them off with a knife, but I should have done that from the beginning.
“I… I’m finished! How is it?”
The green vines were stained red in places, looking disgusting, and they even moved occasionally as if alive. Do magically created plants have free will? This was also biologically interesting, but I couldn’t keep Orietta waiting any longer.
I bound the captive Orietta. Over her usual Gothic Lolita dress. The biting vines emphasized Orietta’s flesh, making her look younger, and with this, she was a Lolita… I’m quite proud of that pun.
“Is that all~?”
Lolita… When I bound Orietta, I only secured her upper body to emphasize her chest and her wrists behind her back. I couldn’t manage any more than this.
“This is all I could make. Please bear with it.”
Orietta, who declared this so casually even though the vines were tied very tightly and I assumed they were painful, must be an experienced practitioner. I’m a beginner, and I’m hesitant to bind anyone.
However, I’m sure everyone knows that the BDSM faction is trying to encroach on the erotica faction these days. The BDSM faction claims that binding over clothing is a form of erotica.
That’s fine. Even the erotica faction agrees that it’s within acceptable limits. What’s unacceptable is binding a naked body with ropes and then claiming it’s erotica!
“Lick me~.”
I complied with Orietta’s request, removed her panties, and pulled out my slime companion.
The underground BDSM faction is not only trying to break down the established strongholds of the erotica faction but also trying to infiltrate the image of erotica as a means of strategy!
“Nnnh, nh…”
Look at this Lolita… Orietta right now. She’s bound, but not in pain; rather, the binding contributes to the erotica. I’ll add that the slight groans she makes are unrelated to the binding.
“Are you already finished~? That was fast~.”
This time, it was fast, and it was accompanied by the excitement of being bound. I’m willing to admit that binding over clothing falls within the scope of erotica.
However, what if it were a naked body and ropes? I used my demonic blood to rouse my companion and thrust it into Orietta.
“Ah… nnnh… That was sudden~.”
In this state, lifting her skirt and shifting her panties to allow penetration is certainly erotica. If she were naked, there would be no skirt to lift, and my companion might even hit the ropes.
Can this be considered a satisfactory sexual act? The erotica faction does not harm women. They are fundamentally different from the BDSM faction.
“Captain~. I-it’s a bit too big~.”
I controlled my magic power and reduced the force. This should fit Orietta perfectly. Although I did make it thick enough to scrape the inner walls.
“Ahh… nnnh… Ah… Ahhnn… Ahhhnn…”
Orietta, bound to emphasize her chest beneath me, her skirt lifted, panties shifted, accepting my rod. Will you become a bridge between the erotica and BDSM factions?
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Orietta moans in time with my thrusts. I want her to remain with the erotica faction. For now, she is my precious Lolita… The more I thought about it, the more I ejaculated inside Orietta…
“Let’s go home~.”
Orietta, who easily tore through the vines I had tied, pulled my suddenly weak left hand as she led me. I wonder what she thinks of her destiny to become a bridge between two factions.
No, I won’t think about it now. Slowly, time and the strength of the ropes will resolve it, I thought as we headed towards the landing point.
“You’re late! I’ve been waiting forever!”
Well, that’s to be expected. But for Rufina, it’s easy. I just need to give her a little blood. It will also help Rufina recover her magic power, and she’ll want to use the small bottle I gave her. I followed Rufina into the forest as she invited me.
And then it dawned on me. Why is there a forest here? Rufina destroyed the forest with magic, yet it has revived!? Where am I…
“This is bad! Let’s go back!”
As I took Rufina’s hand, a cold hand stopped me from above.
“It’s been a while, Mikael.”
It was Rossa, the Undead Queen, in a red dress. When she was just a skull without flesh, I wouldn’t want to be near her, but now, I want to bury my face in her alluring chest.
“Let go, Rossa! This place is dangerous!”
“What’s dangerous?”
A demonic smile turned around to face me. The dangerous trees swayed in response. These aren’t Ents. They’re vines! The vine forest swayed in response to the gentle breeze and Rufina’s smile, with no visible support.
We’re surrounded… She wouldn’t plant trees. She wouldn’t care about the environment. The vine plants surrounding us have taken root and are attacking at Rufina’s command.
“C-could it be that Rufina made this?”
Without shaking off Rossa’s cold hand, I prepared my wide-area Mind’s Eye and tactical Mind’s Eye, ready to escape from anywhere, anytime. But this is impossible.
“That’s right. This is a magic forest that moves according to my will. If you enter, you won’t come out unharmed. Kukukuku!”
She laughs in an unsettling way. If she laughed cutely like “ufufu” or “kyahaha” for her age, it would be less of a waste. I understood that everything around us was an enemy. What I didn’t understand was how to escape.
“Now then, Captain. I have something I want.”
It’s probably blood again. You don’t need such an elaborate stage; I’ll give you a little. Just bite into my neck and suck it up.
“The spleen.”
Spleen? It’s a part of the body, and the spleen is an important organ. It’s not something you can just give away because you want it.
“How about after I’m dead?”
“Are you an idiot, Captain? If you’re dead, I’ll turn you into an undead and keep you by my side for all eternity.”
“Then how about the pancreas?”
Are you an idiot, Rossa? You can only have one pancreas, so I can’t give it to you.
“I refuse!”
“Then, let the feast begin!”
I brushed off Rossa’s hand and drew the wooden sword I carried on my back. Without a moment’s delay, I fended off dozens, hundreds of attacking vines with Mode Four and tactical Mind’s Eye.
The vines’ movements were manageable with Mode Three, but their numbers were overwhelming. Everything I could see and couldn’t see, except for Rufina and Rossa, was vines. They swayed like a chorus competition.
Even after cutting down a considerable number, the magic forest showed no signs of stopping, and I fought alone. Escaping was probably possible. I could just cut my way through like mowing a lawn. But I wouldn’t run.
I’m sorry, Rufina, but this is a good practice session. My full-power strikes with Mode Four, even with a wooden sword, could cut through the vines.
If I could increase my sword speed to Six, I might not be able to take down a Black Flame Dragon, but I could certainly decapitate a demon. I looked for an opening and attacked Rossa.
I pushed her down and stripped her down… No, I went for Rossa’s head, who revives even when killed, and swung horizontally. I felt the impact of my wooden sword against her head, which tumbled away effortlessly.
“Rufina! Rossa is dead!”
For Rufina, Rossa’s death not only prevents the Necromancer’s long-held ambition of merging with the Undead Queen but also consumes magic power for her resurrection. She would want to avoid any unnecessary expenditure of magic power for tomorrow’s battle with the Demon Lord.
“It’s been a while, Mikael.”
Yes, she’s back! To compensate for the lost magic power, she can just drink blood. My blood! I’m starting to feel a bit reluctant to give it away so easily.
“Too bad for you. Rossa is undead. She can never die!”
No, she can die. However, comparing the magic power I’m channeling into the wooden sword as I cut and the magic power Rufina uses to revive Rossa, I’m overwhelmingly outmatched.
A prolonged battle is disadvantageous. Running away is the victory. Human lawnmower, let’s go… but before that, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Rossa. Her body, which can revive at Rufina’s will, and her red dress.
Godspeed, Mode Six!
I charged towards Rossa, who stood beside Rufina. Before I could make my next move, I sliced her entire body with the Orietta Knife.
Today’s highlights include a significant alteration to the long dress. A diagonal cut from the left thigh to the right ankle, revealing her leg, and a bold slit that beautifully accentuates the curve of her leg.
The upper body feels a bit heavy, so I made the neckline wide open, creating a focal point that reveals her lower breasts.
“Kya!”
With my Godspeed, nothing is impossible. There are no limits to the evolution of my erotica. Know that I am the strongest!
“You bastard! What are you doing to Rossa!?”
Can’t you tell? It’s erotica, lower breasts. You don’t have lower breasts, so you’re jealous, aren’t you? Shall I massage them to make them grow!?
“If you want to give up, now’s your chance.”
“Who would give up!? Black Flame Dragon, Thousand Swords!”
As Rufina chanted, a thousand swords appeared. As she brought her hand down, they flew towards me. I drew two of them and used my long-neglected dual-wielding style. With my wooden sword and now dual-wielding, I am the Miyamoto Musashi of this Another world.
As I parried all the swords, the swords in my hands also disappeared. I wish I had these swords instead of my wooden one.
“Are you done yet?”
The dignity of a king. The composure of a victor. If you give up here, the benevolent Mikael will forgive you with just a bloodsucking. I am kind, you see.
“Black Flame Dragon, Cataclysmic Gale!”
A wide-area annihilation magic. The great wind, blowing indiscriminately at friend and foe alike, even me, erased the magic forest and me along with it.
“D-did I do it!?”
Unfortunately, sorry. This is Mode Six, so fast that it looked like I disappeared. Before Rufina could finish her spell and before it left her mouth, I was already behind Rossa. Because there was Rossa in her erotica attire right there.
“Ru-Rufina… Mikael…”
I inserted both my hands into the slit of her lower breasts, which seemed to invite me in, and began to massage them. These breasts are indeed good.
“Don’t move, Rufina! Do you not care what happens to Rossa!?”
I doubted if I could hold someone hostage who wouldn’t die even if she died, but Rufina’s movements stopped. Now I just want to resolve this through negotiation. Though I wonder if I can negotiate while massaging breasts…
Rufina lowered her head, crossed her arms, and clutched her forearms, appearing to be enduring something. She’s probably frustrated about being defeated by me after failing to use her ultimate technique. Sometimes, one must admit defeat and use it to grow.
“Ah… Ahhnn… Ah…”
“Nn… Ahhnn… Nnhaa…”
Is this spatial audio? I thought I heard voices doubling, but they sounded slightly different… Mikael Sin is a man who investigates things he’s curious about. I used Godspeed to thoroughly massage Rossa’s breasts.
“Ah… Ahhh… Ah! Ahhh… Hannha”
“Aaa… Ah… Aahh… Uuuhnn”
Rufina’s reaction, though slightly different, was the same. Massaging Rossa’s breasts and getting the same reaction as Rossa… Could this be a phenomenon of assimilation!?
Iris also shared sensations with her sister, but does Rufina feel the same as Rossa!? With Iris, she was alone in front of me, and I wasn’t sure if they were sharing, but if it’s the same, it’s like a remote-controlled vibrator!
“You…”
Huh? Is it okay to speak to Mikael like that? Do you not know who the controller is? Shall I tell you?
“Hia… Yaa… Aah… Uuunn…”
“Aah… Iii… Aahhnn… Aannh…”
Rufina and Rossa’s subtly different moans suggest that assimilation still takes time. I, on the other hand, achieved assimilation with Rossa in a standing-back position.
