Everything is proceeding as usual for the White Lily Corps.
“It’s getting dark, so let’s set up camp,” Alana suggested.
We found a suitable spot, and Alana and Orietta started cooking. I gave the horses water and food, accompanied by a firm whip crack, while everyone else set up the tents.
Christine took care of the soundproof tent. Since it was her turn for encampment duties today, I assumed she was preparing the beds. Typically, the person on guard duty is responsible for setting up camp, and I was looking forward to it. Priscilla would also help with preparations, though hers usually started with a flurry of swordplay.
This soundproof tent was truly exceptional, completely muffling all sound. It was designed to handle even Priscilla’s screeches in her Lycanthrope form. Christine’s vocalizations weren’t any quieter, but for her, increased volume put a greater strain on her heart. So far, she was holding up.
We shared some wine, which Baron Krisel had silenced for us, and in our tipsy state, I led Christine to the tent. Once inside, she stopped undressing after removing her usual leather armor. I enjoyed undressing her, too.
As we helped each other shed our clothes, Christine, her pale skin flushed, gazed at me with moist eyes. I was captivated; it was like a supermodel was undressing before me. Her flowing blonde hair concealed her most intimate parts. Ah, I wished I could have hair like that.
“…Is the Buster Sword that amazing?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. Let me show you the Buster Sword. Let me thrust the Buster Sword upward.
“■■■■, Condense.” My weapon, transformed from a Petty Knife into a Buster Sword, now stood erect, its destructive power significantly enhanced.
“…I think it’s too big.” I understand. This Buster Sword is a weapon specifically designed for Lycanthropes. Although Priscilla, in her human form, is the same height, this is clearly impossible for you. A slight disappointment.
“Ah… but if it’s just a little…” Such a kind woman, Christine. A Petty Knife is fine, too. The Petty Knife has the same durability. We’ve done this with the Petty Knife before, haven’t we?
Christine gazed up at the Buster Sword. It was appropriate to say “gazed up,” as the erect phallus was so tall.
“Lero… m’chu’n… chu…” The sensation wasn’t bad, but it was unsatisfying. I longed for the warmth of her mouth. However, putting the Buster Sword in my mouth could lead to suffocation. What should I do?
Condensing and melting are powers that require Magic Power. With that in mind, I could surely control it! I could condense it, but suppress the Magic Power to a size slightly larger than a Short Sword.
“■■■■, Melt.” Christine reluctantly watched my phallus, which had transformed back into a Petty Knife in an instant. I could just insert it now, but why miss out on the power I’d just received!
“■■■■, Condense.” Suppress the Magic Power. But I need to be careful not to suppress it too much. I felt the flow of Magic Power within myself. Closing my eyes, I concentrated… Ah! That feels amazing.
“Thrust… thrust… sploosh, n’goh!” Christine’s oral technique was making it difficult to concentrate. But I couldn’t stop now; it was too good! Opening my eyes, I saw Christine with my phallus—slightly larger than a Petty Knife—filling her mouth. It would be disastrous if I accidentally changed it back to the Buster Sword now! Also, if I were to ejaculate, I wanted to do it inside. I had Christine get on all fours and then thrust inside her.
“…You’re so sudden. …But I like this kind of thing too. …Ahhh.” You lewd woman! I like it too… With a single thrust, Christine’s arousal flowed out, lubricating my dry phallus and quickening my pace. But this was also an experiment. I was looking for a replacement weapon for the Buster Sword, using Christine’s honeypot.
Silently, I chanted “Condense” in my mind. I felt the flow of Magic Power and Christine’s inner walls… This is just an experiment, after all.
“Ah… ah! Ha… how… u… ufuh… u! Ah’n’n’n’!” Feel it, flesh… and Magic Power! And then, I began to understand the relationship between Magic Power and my phallus, bit by bit. However, Christine’s moans kept breaking my concentration.
“Thrust… deeper… pleeeease…!” Concentration is vital for controlling Magic Power! I couldn’t be the captain of a battle-hardened mercenary corps if I was so easily distracted by something like this!
“Deeper… inside…!” It hits! Ha… ah… uhh… ah… ah… uh! As I took her from behind and thrust my Petty Knife upward, Christine’s exceedingly loud voice echoed through the tent, though the soundproof tent prevented it from reaching the outside. Then, the confirmation of death arrived.
“Captain, we’re under attack!” That’s the second time… To be interrupted like that, impaled and unable to move. Even my self-administered heart massage stops. Christine, still impaled, collapsed with a huge cry, then quickly stood up and glared at Alana.
“C-Christine, sis. I’m… sorry… Attack…” Alana clutched her chest, collapsing to her knees in agony. When I thrust inside her, she let out a small “An” and glared at me. Even her glare was wonderful.
“Christine, it’s an attack. Stop Alana!” I tossed my clothes to Christine and rushed to Alana. Finally freed, she was breathing heavily and apologizing to Christine.
“What do you mean, attack? Who’s attacking?”
“Orie-nee… found them…” You look like you’re dying, Alana. Are you okay? Just rest for now. I wrapped a towel I found nearby around my waist and was about to leave the tent when Orietta entered.
“Did you finish~?” She must have known what would happen if she entered and sent Alana ahead.
“What do you mean, attack?”
“Probably Goblins and Orcs~. About thirty of them~.”
“How do you know? You even know the numbers… No, never mind that. An attack, you say. I’ll go right away.” I didn’t need armor, but I should wear clothes. My Short Sword was in the carriage. Goblins and Orcs are no big deal. But how did she know? As I grabbed my clothes and tried to push past Orietta, the towel around my waist was pulled.
“Christine, it’s an attack. We have to go…” The towel around my waist was pulled, and I nearly fell. Don’t pull! It’s hard to refuse when Christine is looking at me so intently. But an attack means trouble.
As I pulled the towel back and stepped out of the tent, I felt my heart pound. I immediately responded with heart massage, but its speed increased. I also increased the speed of my massage, but this time, Christine was seriously dangerous.
“Orietta, I’m leaving command to Priscilla. Let me know when it’s over.” It’s wartime now. Please accept this compromise! I pushed hard against my racing heart.
“Orietta, no one is to approach the tent until morning, no matter the reason!” How about that! I’m compromising a lot as Captain, but I am still the Captain. Christine seemed somewhat satisfied, and her heartbeat began to subside. It was more intense than fighting an Ogre. Lying on my back in the tent, I breathed heavily, and Christine rested her head on my chest as if to embrace me.
“…I’m sorry. Even after I realized it was Alana, I unintentionally tried to crush her heart.”
“Is that so? Please apologize to Alana later. She’s an important comrade.”
“…Yes. …So…”
“There’s still time until morning. Let’s take our time.”
“…Yes.”
Even after something like this, Christine answering with a blush was so cute, I wanted to devour her. Well then, while our lovemaking can take its time, my heart massage must be at full power.
