“Uh… excuse me. Could you say that again? I think I just heard things.”
“Understood, I’ll say it as many times as you need. ──Douglas, please make me your bride. I want you to take me, and do whatever you desire with me until I’m a complete mess. I felt it was destiny. I was born into this world to be trampled by you, to have everything of mine violated by you.”
“Ah, I understand. Hearing it twice didn’t change anything. If anything, it got worse.”
Troublingly, Elen’s eyes were clear and sincere.
She had placed a hand over her chest, seeming to convey her true feelings to me.
Let’s sort this out.
Elen seems to have fallen for me.
She said she was only interested in men stronger than her, and considering the effects of [Charisma], well, I guess it’s possible. That’s fine.
So, Elen asked me to make her my bride.
The pace of things seems a bit too fast, but I’ll accept that too.
The problem is what comes next.
“I want to be trampled”?
“Do whatever you desire with me until I’m a complete mess”?
It’s a bit hard to comprehend.
No, actually, I get it.
In essence, she’s someone with that kind of fetish.
Someone who wishes to be ravaged by a man stronger than her, a masochistic desire of some sort.
Conclusion:
Elen, who appeared to be a young genius Swordsman, was, in fact, a young genius Swordsman (pervert).
However, upon hearing my response, Elen blushed shyly and fidgeted.
“Ugh… As I thought, when a woman like me says something like this, men get put off…? I know I’m not exactly normal either, but…”
“Ah… no, well, yes… I’m sorry, but I am put off.”
“Ughhh… Noooo… I worked up the courage to bare my whole self and confess…”
Elen slumped her shoulders, a look of despair on her face.
I wasn’t sure if I should consider her pathetic or not.
But—
(She is cute, though…)
I found myself staring at Elen’s appearance.
First, her face is exceptionally cute.
Her glossy black hair is tied in a ponytail, and her clear black eyes gaze at me with a wide-eyed expression.
She has a somewhat boyish, androgynous look, but her facial features are undeniably beautiful.
Her physique is also attractive.
Her sporty, youthful limbs, while not flashy, have a charming physique where curves appear just right and recede appropriately.
Her gear is typical for a Swordsman, light armor consisting of a metal chest plate and a single one-handed sword.
Beneath that chest plate, I’m sure there are soft, resilient, voluptuous twin mounds.
I swallowed hard.
If I could have my fill of that beautiful body, if I could trample it, how fulfilled would I be?
—Wait, wait.
What am I even thinking?
I’m imagining doing whatever I desire to a girl I just met this morning.
“…Hmm? My master, what are you hesitating about? A maiden has appeared before you, offering herself to you willingly? It is a man’s shame to refuse a ready meal. Furthermore, to be surrounded by many beautiful women is the mark of a conqueror. It is said that heroes love beauty.”
“Sorry, Lombardia. Could you keep quiet?”
“Boo. My master. Aren’t you treating me a bit coldly?”
Lombardia was attempting to lead me down the path of evil as usual, so I decided to ignore it.
Well, maybe saying “path of evil” is an exaggeration.
After much deliberation, I replied to Elen.
“Ah… Elen, your personality is indeed a bit unique, but I do find you attractive. As a man’s desire, I want to hold you, and I want to be rough with you. …No, what am I saying. But that aside, I think you should cherish yourself a bit more…”
“It’s precisely because I cherish myself that I want to be true to myself! If I suppress what I truly want my whole life, is that truly cherishing myself!? Tell me, Douglas! I’m serious!”
“No, well, that is to say…”
I was thoroughly defeated.
It couldn’t be helped, as I lacked conviction while she possessed it.
Or perhaps, am I the one who’s wrong…?
No, I’m going to get confused.
For now, let’s change the subject.
“But, I have Miina—”
As I said that, I glanced towards my girlfriend, seeking her help.
It’s true that polygamy isn’t forbidden in this country.
But surely there are many women who would want to be loved exclusively.
Elen said she’d be fine as a second wife, but if Miina disliked it—
Thinking so, I looked at my girlfriend, with whom I had unexpectedly become intimate, and who was significantly older than me.
However, Miina scratched her cheek and looked away, replying, “Ah, Miina doesn’t mind, nya. Besides, if only Miina had to deal with Douglas’s overactive libido and incredible stamina, Miina would break, nya. So Miina welcomes more wives for Douglas, nya.”
“Wh-what…?!”
To my surprise, not only did I receive permission from my girlfriend, but she even welcomed it.
And also, I’m sorry, Miina.
Yesterday, I… I think I went a bit too far.
But I couldn’t stop myself, I’m sorry.
“See? Miina says it’s fine too. ──Please, Douglas. Make me your woman! Whatever Douglas desires— well, not *anything* but I’ll do my best as much as I can! So── please, I’m begging you!”
Elen finally bowed her head to me.
Somehow, the conversation was so bizarre from start to finish, I had no idea how to interpret it—
Honestly, I had no reason left to refuse.
In fact, I had already forgotten why I was trying to refuse.
So, I answered like this:
“O-Okay. For now, about the ‘make me your bride’ part, I’ll accept it. But let’s start with dating for now. And as for being messed up and trampled, we can think about those things later.”
“Really!? Yay! Thank you, Douglas! I’ll work hard to serve you, Douglas!”
Saying that, Elen hugged me.
She smelled nice, like a girl—similar to Miina, but slightly different—and I instinctively hugged Elen back and petted her head.
Elen giggled shyly and seemed happy in my arms.
…She’s so cute.
Her fetish is a bit regrettable, but honestly, I find her incredibly cute.
To think that someone like this is a C Rank genius Swordsman, an opponent that no ordinary Soldier or Adventurer could match, is truly baffling.
But with this, I now have a second young, beautiful, and lovely girlfriend.
My happiness level seems to have exceeded the ceiling and I can’t go back. Is this okay?
