We finished dealing with the Orcs and first returned to the village to report.
The villagers confirmed the slain Orcs, and the quest was completed.
Incidentally, on the way back to the village, Lombardia reported something.
“My lord, I have good news, though it’s a bit late. My level has increased by another rank, and I’ve acquired the skill [Demon God Transformation].”
“[Demon God Transformation]…? What kind of skill is that?”
“Indeed. This skill temporarily causes your Fighting Spirit to explode, significantly improving your combat abilities. Your power, speed, and toughness will all be far beyond your normal levels. The effect lasts for three minutes.”
“…Wait. My mere combat ability is going to increase even further? What’s the point?”
“That’s none of my concern. —However, my lord, remember this. This skill has a terrifying side effect.”
“A side effect? What kind?”
“For a while after using the skill, your male instincts will become exaggerated, and your reason will be pushed aside. More specifically, you’ll lose control over your sexual desires. If you don’t have someone to serve as your sheath, you’ll end up attacking numerous women indiscriminately in nearby towns and villages. Be extremely careful.”
“…No, no, no. That’s incredibly dangerous, isn’t it?”
“Indeed, it is dangerous. Well, it’s best not to use this skill if possible. If you still intend to use it, prepare at least three people to serve as sheaths besides me. One or two won’t be enough; they’ll break.”
I thought I had acquired a new skill, but that wasn’t the case.
It’s unusable…
Incidentally, I vaguely understand what he means by “sheath,” but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.
I really want to ask what’s so holy about this Axe.
Isn’t it a mistaken “sex axe”?
Well, putting that aside.
After completing the Orc extermination quest, we returned to the city, reported our success at the Adventurer’s Guild, and received our rewards.
Furthermore, my promotion to D Rank was approved.
According to Elen, there was quite a bit of trouble getting the Guild to approve it, but when she firmly stated, “If you’re going to have doubts, why didn’t you make me the examiner from the start?”, they decided that D Rank was acceptable and passed it.
It’s understandable that they would be skeptical. After all, I, who had been perpetually E Rank, apparently single-handedly mowed down an entire horde of Orcs.
At this rate, it seemed difficult to get promoted to C Rank unless I had the Guild Master themselves act as the examiner.
After that, Elen naturally joined our party.
Our party now consists of myself at D Rank, Miina at F Rank, and Elen at C Rank, making it a three-person party. This significantly expands the range of quests we can accept.
Still, what a party with such uneven ranks.
Normally, parties are formed by individuals of similar strength, so it feels a bit odd. However, considering it’s essentially a party of me and my wives, it can’t be helped.
After completing the quest and securing my promotion to D Rank, we headed to a tavern for a drinking party.
Spending time with my two lovely girlfriends, Miina and Elen, was a very enjoyable experience.
That time eventually passed, and as the night grew late—
Before I knew it, Elen and I were in a questionable inn room.
“Come on, Douglas…! I won’t go down that easily either!”
Elen sat cross-legged on the large bed, which creaked and groaned, her expression tense.
Moreover, Elen was still wearing her usual clothes, and strangely enough, she was even wearing her armor—specifically, her breastplate.
By no means was this an appropriate outfit for the situation on the bed of a questionable inn.
How did it come to this…
No, I can’t quite piece together the memory.
I have a feeling it happened during our drinking party at the tavern, somehow flowing from the conversation.
Miina, by the way, is not here.
It’s just Elen and me.
And I, too, am quite drunk at the moment and can’t be bothered to think about the specifics.
An questionable inn, two adults.
The other party, although a mystery what she’s wearing, has definitely agreed to the appropriate act for this situation.
If that’s the case, there’s only one thing to do.
“Elen. You like it rough, don’t you?”
I stood before Elen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking down at her.
Elen looked up at me and swallowed hard.
“Y-yes. Douglas, someone overwhelmingly strong, cool, and big like you. I want to be overpowered by you completely, helplessly. I want to be made to realize that I am also a woman.”
“Understood. Then I’ll assault you. Don’t regret it.”
“Yes. I’ve made up my mind, I will never resent you. Ah, but… even though I want you to be rough, please don’t be too violent…”
“You have a lot of demands. You’re a troublesome one.”
“S-sorry. I… I’m selfish…”
“A selfish Elen like you needs to be punished. I will ravish you thoroughly and train you.”
“Heee… D-Douglas, you’re different from earlier. But that wild Douglas might be cool too…”
“Shut up. You’re about to be violated, so don’t blabber—”
I pounced on Elen like a beast.
I forcibly stole the girl’s lips, pried them open with my tongue, and violated her mouth.
“Nmuuuuuh!? …Nmbuh… Nhah, amuh… Nfuhhh…!”
Elen’s lips were soft.
Her mouth was warm, and I could feel her as just a girl, with no connection to her being a genius C Rank Swordsman.
I wrapped my arms around Elen’s back and roughly pulled the girl’s slender body close.
The girl trembled and was held by me, unable to resist.
“Nfuh… Hah… Amuh… Nfuhhh…”
Elen’s tongue intertwined with mine.
The wet, sticky sound of kissing echoed, and our saliva mingled.
After I had thoroughly violated Elen’s mouth, I released her lips.
“Fuhh… You’re a lewd one, Elen. Is this your first time?”
“Puhah… D-don’t say that!… I’ve always dreamed of being treated like this… I’ve been searching for someone who would make me a helpless girl…”
“Aren’t there plenty of people stronger than you in the Royal Capital?”
“There aren’t plenty… Besides, it’s not just about being strong… This is the first time I’ve met the ideal person I’ve envisioned. That’s why—”
“So, ravish me, huh? I knew you were a pervert.”
“Nnnnh…!”
As I ran my tongue down Elen’s neck, I slipped my hand beneath her breastplate and began to knead her twin mounds through her clothes.
The more I massaged her soft and supple chest, the more Elen shivered and breathed raggedly, lustfully, as if she was sensitive.
“Hah… Hah… Y-you’re too gentle, Douglas…! More, more rough…! Nnnnnh!”
“Honestly, how can someone become such a lewd girl? And why are you wearing armor anyway?”
“Ahn, nnh… Th-this… Wearing this makes me feel like my usual self… like a swordsman being violated…”
“Hah. You really are a hopeless pervert. Then why don’t you just go into an Orc den alone and get violated there?”
“Annh… Orcs are no good…! Only Douglas… Hah, hah… Someone gentle but rough… But verbal abuse is good too, I like it… Niahhhh!”
As I pushed up her clothes and pinched her erect nipples with my fingertips, the swordsman girl let out an even louder moan.
When I continued to tease her nipples, Elen shook her head frantically and lost control.
“Yaaah…! Y-you’re gentle, Douglas…! More, more rough…! Ruin me!”
However, her demands are endless.
I can be rough as much as I want, but I’m afraid I might forget my limits.
“Tch… Alright, lie down on the bed. I’ll ravish you as you wish.”
“Y-yes. …Um, is it okay to keep the armor on…?”
“You want to be violated with it on, right? Stop babbling and lie down.”
“Eheheh, I understand.”
Elen lay down on the bed in the same attire.
Then, with expectant eyes, she gazed intently at me.
“Damn it— I’ll ruin you as you wish, Elen!”
Unable to hold back any longer, I pounced on the swordsman girl again.
