I arrived at Marder Fortress by carriage. Of course, I was wearing clothes, but Orietta wasn’t. When I tried to make her put some on, she hit me with a right hook, probably because she was still sleepy.
“Welcome back. You’re faster than I thought,” someone said.
“Priscilla-nee did most of the work. More than half of it was her,” a voice replied.
Looking around, I could roughly understand. Most of the humans were cut in half or torn to pieces.
“Where are Priscilla-san, Christine-san, Sophia-san, and Rufina?”
“Priscilla-nee went inside the fortress and hasn’t come out yet. Christine-nee and Sophia-nee went to scout the perimeter. Rufina-nee is cleaning up the bodies and making new zombies.”
It seemed everyone was working hard. I had been working hard too. Fortunately, my ribs were fine, but my left cheek was swollen.
“Also, Rufina-nee was angry that she can’t make zombies from bodies that have been cut in half.”
That made sense. I’d have to tell Priscilla-san to kill them with a single stab, without doing any unnecessary work.
“And I want to talk about the war-time regulations.”
Ah, that. The regulation that says, “When excited from battle, it’s first come, first served.” Alana wants a single stab too, huh?
“I need a little more time… I’m still in combat.”
“That’s unfair! Orietta-chan already did it, so it’s unfair!”
How does she know? Is it the smell? My swollen left cheek? Is her feline demi-human intuition that sharp? Alana’s claws are also sharp and dig into my back.
“We weren’t in combat at that time…”
“My work is finished. I want a reward.”
My work isn’t finished yet. I still have to go into the fortress, check supplies, assess the damage, and examine documents. There’s a lot to do.
And please stop looking up at me with those eyes. It’s too cute. Maybe I can get her to help me with the paperwork later. The scenario would be president and secretary…
“Mikael!”
Is it a heavenly intervention or a devil’s messenger? My name is Mikael. But when I was suddenly called, I flinched and hurt my neck. When Priscilla-san calls me, it’s usually for one of two reasons.
Priscilla-san came running. She was wearing a small dress that clearly didn’t fit her. If she walked with a slightly more demure gait, she would be mistaken for some noblewoman… If I called her a prostitute, my head would probably fly off.
“Alana, go help Rufina. Mikael, come quickly. Something serious has happened.”
If she fixed her way of speaking, she could be promoted to nobility. She’s so naturally beautiful, it’s a waste. If Priscilla-san weren’t so talkative, she could be a king’s concubine.
“I wanted to talk about the war-time regulations…”
“It’s not over yet. Go help Rufina!”
Her imposing tone frightened Alana, but what could be this “serious thing” Priscilla-san mentioned? Her body-hugging dress already looked rather serious.
“Alana, go help Rufina. I’ll give you your reward later. Priscilla-san, what do you want to show me?”
Is she talking about the breasts that are half-exposed? Perhaps breasts that pop out of her clothes if she exerts herself? That dress suits you very well.
“It’s in the fortress chief’s room, so hurry.”
The chief’s room? Did she find some important documents? That would be a great achievement. A guaranteed reward increase from Count Heartluke.
I walked, pulled by Priscilla-san in her dress. If possible, I’d like to link arms and walk together here. I’d like to place my arm against her chest and enjoy the sensation.
The chief’s room that Priscilla-san and I entered was extravagantly decorated, with a table set with atmospheric candles and wine.
“This is what you wanted to show me?”
Not documents, not a person, just a room with a nice atmosphere. As the captain of a mercenary group, I should be angry. But as the captain of the White Lily Corps…
“It’s my turn today. I worked a little hard.”
I see. So that’s why the battle ended earlier than usual. I had a hunch, but… ever since she started calling me by my name instead of “Captain.”
“Uh… that dress looks really good on you. You’re beautiful. The room is nice too. You worked hard, didn’t you?”
I patted Priscilla-san, who was taller than me, on the head, and she blushed, looking embarrassed. Or so I thought. Priscilla-san’s skin is tanned, and it’s hard to tell unless you know her well.
“I worked a little hard…”
She’s so cute. Her clothes are tight, and she looks incredibly sexy. Her chest is so large I don’t think I could even hold it. I might have to give her a generous reward.
We enjoyed wine and combat rations together, spending some quiet time. Then, we got into bed. They certainly used a good bed. The cushions were nice, and most importantly, Priscilla-san in front of me was great.
Her beauty was amplified by thirty percent because I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress. Her slender waist was emphasized, but my eyes were drawn even more to her chest. I wondered how she managed to fit those two melons into the neckline of the dress. Before peeling them and eating them, I wanted to savor their feel through her clothes.
“Mikael, I like you…”
I do like you. It’s fine, isn’t it? I gently caressed the melons through her clothes, waiting for them to ripen. Priscilla-san’s voice became sweeter, and I roughly pulled her dress down, harvesting the melons.
As they jiggled, her trembling breasts seemed to spill out, perhaps due to the softness of Priscilla-san’s chest. Her well-shaped breasts rose before me.
When I roughly lowered her dress just a little, it must have touched her nipples, because I heard her let out a soft “Ah…” I didn’t miss it. Being rough isn’t good, but Priscilla-san is the one who will be rough later.
I don’t know the specifics of how people turn into Lycanthropes. Maybe it’s personal information. All I know is that Priscilla-san transformed into a Lycanthrope just before she reached her climax. While I was working hard on top of her.
Once she transformed into a Lycanthrope, she violently pushed me onto the bed, took the mount, and started the second round with her in charge. This time, I was on the bottom, and Priscilla-san was on top. No, it’s better to say the Lycanthrope was on top.
I endured the intensity that threatened to break the bed, facing her fangs, which could devour me at any moment, her sharp claws pressing down, and her moans sounding like a beast’s roar.
Then, a sharp arrow pierced Priscilla-san’s right arm as she was working hard on top of me.
