The defense of Koatotemites City concluded with the arrival of the territorial army. The adventurers seemed to lament their past hardships and the lives lost, but for us mercenaries, our superiors taking credit was as expected, so we didn’t mind.
What I’m concerned about is the incentive-based payment. The White Lily Corps performed admirably and even defeated a Sand Dragon. I hope this means we’ll receive a generous salary.
Once I get my money, I’ll charter a cruiser on the sea. A drive with beautiful women in swimsuits on a cruiser. A blissful time I’d never even imagined before.
I wonder if they’ll feed me sandwiches, saying things like “Aaahhh~.” I’ll need to prepare wine too. Is it red wine for occasions like this? Or white wine? I need to study up on this starting now.
For that, I need to make sure I get paid handsomely. But before that, I was summoned by Border Count Cornelius Rimel. I hope it’s not about anything difficult.
As breakfast with the White Rose Brigade was almost over, a single beam of light caught my eye. Sophia!? I was on alert, but then looking at Sophia, who was sitting across from me at the round table, she pointed upwards.
“What is it this time?” The moment I realized Rhys’s hand was free, a dining knife plunged into my thigh. “Affectionate displays are forbidden.” I wish she’d just told me out loud instead of with that gentle smile…
Praising her knife-throwing skills and patting her head, I suppressed the urge to crush her head. I then gave the White Lily Corps their usual instructions and let them have their free time.
Half the city is still a wasteland of rubble from scorched-earth tactics, so I doubt they’ll do anything strange. If anyone dies, I’ll just add them to the casualty count during the operation.
I headed towards the lord’s mansion in Koatotemites, taking in the cityscape. The mansion was unharmed, and when I spoke to the guards, they led me to Border Count Rimel.
“Baron Shin, thank you for defending Koatotemites. I’ve heard the reports. I’m grateful.”
Hmm, Border Count Rimel also has the Mushroom Cut. Is it a trend? How do they achieve that fluffy texture? Which salon did he go to?
“I am Baron Mikael Shin. I apologize for the city being half-destroyed.”
Although Border Count Rimel’s hairstyle feels unusual, he doesn’t seem like a demon. I don’t feel the peculiar queasiness that demons typically exude. That queasy feeling I should have felt at that time must have been masked by the nausea from Orietta’s slapping me back and forth.
I told Border Count Rimel everything, including the presence of a demon behind the monster progression. At first, he seemed incredulous, but perhaps sensing the monsters’ inexplicable behavior, he accepted the existence of demons.
Border Count Rimel promised to report to the Imperial center, but I should also inform the Emperor myself. There’s no guarantee this guy isn’t a demon, you know. He has the Mushroom Cut, after all.
While I was promised more than expected remuneration for the White Lily Corps, it seems I won’t receive it immediately since the city is half-destroyed. I, for one, want to get to Keibeck quickly, so I arranged for the payment to be received through the Mercenary Guild. Now I can collect my reward at any Mercenary Guild.
As for us, the White Lily Corps, possessing the strength to eliminate a Sand Dragon, there was an offer to stay and govern in place of the deceased viscount, but I gratefully declined.
The proposal of marriage with his daughter also came up, but I couldn’t let myself destroy Koatotemites completely, which was only half-destroyed.
I later heard that she was supposedly the most beautiful woman in the city. While I felt a slight pang of regret, I don’t think she’s more beautiful than Christine, so sadly, I have to let it go.
Though many things happened in Koatotemites, I returned the Magic Sword, earned money, and fulfilled my duties sufficiently as a mercenary. I’ll leave the city tomorrow. I’ll leave the reconstruction to you all. After all, I’m not good at manual labor.
And now, I’m stuffed into a bag. Why? I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything wrong; last night we all had dinner, and I slept alone. Alone, I tell you.
The next thing I knew, I was on a carriage. I could feel the vibrations of the carriage and hear the voices of Rufina and Orietta. I’m in a bag, gagged, naked, blindfolded, and my arms are bound as if I’m hugging someone, and my head hurts.
Probably… Sophia. I can tell by the feel of her. My wrists are bound to turn my hands so I can’t touch her, even though I’m wrapped around her. Why am I hugging Sophia and riding in this carriage? Why am I naked?
Well then, Priscilla, please explain…
“You awake, scum.”
Ugh!
A sudden kick to my side! The penetrating toes are reinforced like work boots. With the gag, I can’t even utter a proper sound. While an ordinary villain might kick someone to wake them up with “Wake up!”, you’re kicking me when I’m already awake, Priscilla! Who do you think you are?
“Just listen silently.”
I’m gagged and can’t speak. You’ve made this incredibly tight. What if my mouth gets stretched out like this? Didn’t you consider that I might suffocate?
“It’s about last night. You discussed marrying Rimel’s daughter, right? After you returned to your room, Sophia started glowing. I thought it was dangerous, so I went to wake you up, but you wouldn’t stir. Even hugging Sophia was too bright, so I put you both in a bag and shoved you into the carriage. You don’t want to destroy Koatotemites, do you?”
I understand. But before that, I don’t get the part about waking me up. Judging by the pain in my head, you dropped your heel on it. There’s no way I could have woken up. I must have passed out then.
And now I’m in a bag on a carriage with a glowing Sophia! Have some consideration for someone carrying a bomb. I’m actually pretty scared.
“Sophia is still glowing. It should be fine once we reach the next town. We’ll be there tomorrow, so stay like this. Don’t eat anything, you don’t want to go to the toilet, do you?”
Even though I’m blindfolded, I can tell Sophia is glowing by the light filtering through the gaps if I open my eyes. With the faint warmth I feel, I might get a low-level burn if she keeps hugging me until the next town.
I’d like to be on guard duty, but since we’re in a carriage and affection is forbidden, my hands are tied, so I can’t even touch her. I only feel Sophia’s softness and the fear of an explosion. How happy I would be if I were just transported like cargo to the next town…
“You’re awake…”
A bird’s chirp whispers from less than five centimeters away. I’m hugging a nuclear bomb, so full of gentleness and compassion.
“Priscilla, you’re terrible… A rope in my mouth too.”
Was it a rope!? No wonder it tasted strange. In that case, I wish you’d use a towel, a clean, brand new one, please.
“I’ll take it out.”
Gentle Sophia untied the dirty rope. If possible, I’d like her to untie my hands as well. It’s not like I’m trying to escape. My hands are just numb. I won’t escape; I can’t escape a meteor.
“Oh, you’re drooling.”
If my mouth is wide open, I’m bound to drool. It’s embarrassing for a grown adult, but I’ve never been gagged before. This is my first drool since becoming an adult.
Sophia’s tongue, licking it away. It’s both pleasurable and embarrassing, and my lower body becoming aroused is just male nature.
“Oh, oh, what’s wrong…”
You know perfectly well… Ah, yes, I’m aroused. Holding Sophia’s soft naked body, being licked like a kiss, it’s no wonder my partner is waking up. But this is bad. If it continues like this, it will pierce. No, the urge to pierce is rising.
“So, Sophia, could you move away a little…”
As I say that, I realize I’m an idiot. Aren’t my hands wrapped around Sophia, keeping her from moving away? Even if I try to move away, we’re inside the bag together. There’s nowhere to escape. Nowhere for my partner to escape either.
In that case, wouldn’t it be better to just press close? There’s no need to insert. If I take a position as if wedged between the two of us, there should be no problem. …That’s it!
“Ahhh, oh, Captain… Ha… Ahhhh… hnn.”
Damn it! My aim… I was supposed to wedge myself between them. Somehow my hips dipped, somehow I thrust upwards, and somehow it feels good.
“Ahhh… Haaah… Hnnn!”
Sophia is also enjoying it, which is good, good… Not! What do I do after this? What should I do? Well, I know what to do. Precisely thrusting the hips up and down, and kneading inside.
While still in the bag… It’s impossible, I can’t move. What happened earlier was just a coincidence… It wasn’t a coincidence, but it wasn’t an accident either… Is it inevitable?
What should I do? Should I go to the next town like this? Can I? It won’t be over just because I’ve pierced it. “And, that’s all.” That won’t work.
“I want you to… stir it moreeee.”
I cannot fulfill this request. This phone number is currently unavailable. …What should I do?
Then, inspiration strikes, I’m amazing! Didn’t something like this happen before! Remembering how my partner moved in a cramped closet where I couldn’t move freely.
■■■■, condense. Then, ■■■■, melt. Further condense. Melt one more time. A finishing condense! Followed by melt.
“Ahiyahhh… What is this… Haaa… Haa… Ahhh…”
My Special Move, where only my partner expands and contracts without me moving my hips. I thrust into Sophia’s secret parts multiple times, knocking all the way to the depths.
“Ahiya!”
With a violent thrust, I cry out, unable to hold back.
“You’re too loud! If you’re going to do it, do it quietly!”
The violent thrust was met with a precisely aimed kick to the rear from Priscilla. I thought my anus was going to have a hole in it. It already does, though. Please don’t enlarge it anymore, it’s embarrassing.
“Don’t interfere, Priscilla!”
I’m not the one who can say this line here. The person in front of me roared with a deep resonant voice, and along with it, a searing pain in my back… Did she just shoot a Laser!? Casually!?
If something like that hit my head, I’d die. Priscilla never injures anyone when she throws knives, but she shows no mercy with Sophia’s laser.
Condense, melt, condense, melt, condense, melt… And then, a kiss! It doesn’t have to be passionate. Continuing to thrust is what matters. At least Sophia will focus on me!
“Haaam… Afuu… Muuuuufuuu…”
Covering my mouth to prevent any sounds. But from below, I continue thrusting. This way, no one gets hurt. A personal complete victory…
“Hag!”
Sudden cardiac arrest. Just when I thought the ass-kick was over, Christine’s demonic stab attacks silently. An unavoidable, complete defeat…
“Do whatever you want!”
Priscilla’s withdrawal from the front lines is a welcome relief, but I don’t understand why Christine is joining the fray. Do I need to study women’s hearts?!
We arrived at the target city as dusk approached, using demonic blood-infused Magic Power and Godspeed cardiac massage. I was mentally exhausted. Once we were taken out of the bags, all we wanted was to sleep. Sleep, sleep alone, sleep peacefully. That’s all that was on my mind.
I had no appetite and collapsed onto the bed at the inn. Guard Duty is suspended, so I can rest peacefully until morning. As I closed my eyes, I recalled the city of Koatotemites.
Various things came to mind. It’s quite moving to think that these will become memories, but the rest will be in my dreams…
“A good person…”
…You’ve come. I haven’t forgotten.
