Love. People have all sorts of forms of love. Pure love, passionate love, love that kills. The previous two are good.
I went along with Alana’s adult love. It was a very intense form of love, a love that would look like a fight to the death to anyone else.
I sat next to Alana, who was lying down. Unlike with Priscilla, I didn’t know my limits and ended up knocking her out. It’s a shame I didn’t get to knock her out with my Buster Sword.
I can’t just leave her like this. If she’s as petite as Alana, I should be able to carry her back. I already have enough of this kind of love with Priscilla…
When I returned to the inn, everyone was waiting. They teased me, “You’re back already and it’s not even dark?” But when I said, “We’ve been killing each other,” why did they throw a cup at me?
We didn’t “do it”! We “killed” each other! Words are difficult. As I laid Alana on the bed, she suddenly woke up and said, “So this is adult love.” Instead of denying it, I just stroked her head.
Next time, we’ll “fuck” after we “kill”! …For now, I need to mend my torn clothes.
The town of Bliss is a good town. The inn is clean and comfortable, more than enough to recover my energy for the rest of the journey. The mistake was letting Alana sleep in my bed. At night, we managed to “do it” without “killing.” What was normal again?
The town of Bliss is a good town. It’s called the “City of Magic Stones,” and Sophia and Orietta said they were able to buy good things during their shopping trip. Why did they go over budget so easily when Sophia was with them?
The town of Bliss is a good town. The food is delicious, and the sake is delicious. Before I knew it, the three of us were having a feast. Rufina, study blood! Priscilla, you’re drinking too much! Christine, your sleeping face is also cute.
It was a varied day, but my day in town was fulfilling. I enjoyed myself sufficiently. It’s about two hours until sunrise, so I should sleep too.
“Let’s depart.”
After having breakfast early in the morning, we left the town of Bliss in our carriage. It was a good town, so I wanted to stay a little longer, but it can’t be helped.
After passing through the Sandrine Great Forest, the climate has become warmer, and the women’s clothing is nice. If it gets thinner as we go north, maybe Harm has a nudist beach…
“Guess who?”
Suddenly, my eyes were covered by hands. Who could it be… That gentle voice like a little bird and the soft, plump chest against my back…
“It’s Sophia.”
……
Huh? I got it right. I wouldn’t mistake her voice, and this soft chest… it’s Sophia, isn’t it? I know she’s surprisingly secretly well-endowed.
“Guess who?”
It really is Sophia’s voice. Please don’t play pranks like this. I’m carefully maneuvering the carriage, so it’s dangerous.
“Sophia, it’s dangerous.”
“You got it!”
A voice that would make even the hellhound tremble slowly emanated, and my vision turned blindingly white.
Closing my eyes against the overwhelming light, I stopped the carriage and turned around as if to brush something away. Huh? It’s dark. When did it become night? Someone turn on a light.
“This is your punishment for looking around.”
This woman did it. I can’t see anything. It’s completely dark. I even touched my eyes to confirm if they were open. …My eyes are open, but I can’t see.
“S-Sophia, I can’t see!”
“Of course not. That’s what I did. Fufu.”
Don’t think you can get away with it just because you laugh cutely! What am I supposed to do now? Who’s going to drive?! More importantly, you can’t blind people!
“You don’t need to see that damn woman from Rothfar anymore. Fufu.”
Even if you laugh “fufu,” this situation is dire. If we go to Harm like this, I’ll have my eyes gouged out. Should I stop going…?
“Sophia, pull the damn Captain back. Alana, move the carriage, let’s go.”
Under Priscilla’s precise instructions, I was led by Sophia to the cargo area, but I couldn’t see. I tripped over someone’s foot and buried my face between someone’s soft flesh and flesh.
“You really are a pervert.”
No! It’s a misunderstanding, it was an accident! If I could see, I would have fallen on Christine. This is Sophia’s induced interrogation!
“％#&■=・!”
A scream that couldn’t be made into a sound. Clutching the base of my Buster Sword, I writhed in agony. This bastard kicked me in a sensitive spot. What if it breaks?! What if it gets crushed?! Can’t I savor that soft feeling a little longer?!
“I’ll fix it when we reach Harm. Fufu.”
Oh, really?! We’ve only just entered Rothfar, and it’ll take ten days to get to Harm. What about sightseeing along the way? I want to see Niagara Falls.
But when I think about it, it’s different from last time. My hands move, my legs move. Even without seeing, I’m freer than before. I don’t have to drive the carriage, and for ten days, stumbling and falling and diving into someone’s chest is irresistible.
This might be lucky.
This might be an opportunity.
What’s the point if I don’t take advantage of it! Move forward! Pierce through! Justice is on my side!
In the back of the carriage, Priscilla on the left and Sophia on the right, invisible rose petals in both hands. If I extend my left hand, I might get it torn off, so I’ll start with the flower on my right. I can’t see well, so I’m fumbling around…
“Captain, you’re lewd.”
With a quick rhythm of Ton-Ton-Ton.
Ton, my right hand was grabbed.
Ton, my right hand was pinned to the railing.
Ton, it was sewn on with a knife.
“No public displays of affection. Fufu.”
My hand, which had been on Sophia’s chest, was bleeding on the railing. It’s strange… Where did I go wrong?
“Sophia! This is too much! It hurts, it hurts!”
“Your right hand is mischievous. Fufu.”
I’ll punch you, you bastard.
“Captain~. I’ve finally decided to cut off my right hand~.”
There was never any intention of doing that!
“How sweet.”
Don’t lick me, Rufina! Go back to where you came from!
“It’s noisy and fun, isn’t it?”
Do you want me to switch with you?!
“……”
Speak! Look this way! Let me grope your breasts!
“You guys are so noisy. Mikael is having trouble. Go back to your own places! Alana, move the carriage.”
At Priscilla’s command, everyone except Christine reluctantly returned to their original places, and the carriage began to move. Priscilla quietly approached me and whispered gently in my ear.
“I don’t mind if it’s me.”
Priscilla put my left hand around her shoulder and placed it on her soft left chest, which was nice, but don’t pull! The wound on my right hand is opening.
I had forgotten. Today was Priscilla’s turn for guard duty.
