A large ship without sails cuts through the vast ocean of a reef zone.
Seven medium-sized ships follow in the wake of the large ship.
“Oh, beautiful young lady, won’t you accompany me for a bit? ♪”
The passengers on the large ship are nobles, as well as adventurers and explorers confident in their skills.
“Me?”
“Yes… Oh? My lady, are you perhaps a mechanical person?”
“Yes, manufacturing number 0… is my designation.”
“Even so, will you join me for some drinks?”
“Yes.”
Mechanical Persons.
They are permitted to operate autonomously, but if they do not act together with their master, they are hunted down as enemies of humanity.
Moving away from the crowd.
The noble and the mechanical person (female) were chatting cheerfully by the wall.
“Whew, maybe I’ll sober up with the wind.”
“I will accompany you.”
Leaving the venue.
I went out to the third-floor passage on the port side, took the mechanical person (female) into a private room in the men’s toilet.
The noble confirms, “Is that alright?” and silences the mechanical person (female), who is seeking confirmation of what the noble is about to do to her, with a kiss.
The noble lifts the mechanical person (female)’s jacket, traces her beautiful soft skin of artificial flesh, and grabs her breasts over her clothes as he had expected.
He savored her right breast, then squeezed her left breast to a similar extent, stimulating the mechanical person (female)’s sensitivity pleasurably.
“Nn, nnnn”
“Nn, rero, nnn…”
He extended his tongue into her mouth, intertwined with the mechanical person (female)’s tongue, and sucked on her tongue tip for stimulation.
The noble lowered his pants with his free hand, pressed his ready-made treasure against the mechanical person (female)’s crotch, and slowly, stickily, lewdly pistonned back and forth.
Her skirt and thighs were glistening and wet with pre-ejaculatory fluid.
“Nn, I’m going in.”
“Nn, yes, please do.”
The mechanical person (female) lifted her skirt with both hands to make it easier for the noble to insert, and exposed her pseudo-vaginal opening in a straddled position to the noble’s treasure.
There was one person listening in on their inclination, something between human and non-human.
“Oh, what are you doing?”
“Gulp. Ah, no, hahahaha…”
He was discovered by an ally who had boarded with him.
A voyeur whose opportune moment was interrupted.
The luggage carrier for the adventurer party, a porter.
Yerubaru.
A man who came looking for Yerubaru, who had disappeared from the venue due to an urge to urinate.
The vanguard, the ace attacker of the adventurer party.
Lucius.
“Oh, you found him.”
“Hey, Yerubaru. Are you planning to make us carry our own luggage?”
“Oh my, do you want a mark of uselessness? ♪ Go on and carry this luggage, slowpoke.”
The shield of the adventurer party, the tank.
Godwin.
The captain, the leader of the adventurer party.
Coraluf.
The party’s healer.
Christia.
The adventurer party is five people, known as the Silver Owl.
Yerubaru is made to carry bags of spoils of war, filled with rare dishes from the venue.
It was an amount that he couldn’t possibly carry alone.
Yerubaru shuttles back and forth between his room and the venue to finish carrying the items.
He catches his breath in the crowded luggage storage room.
The other four are relaxing in their two-person rooms.
Coraluf and Christia, in particular, are in love with each other.
(Damn it… once we earn money in the labyrinth at our destination, I’m definitely leaving this party.)
If history is examined.
There is a legendary black pillar on the land, stained red with the blood of living creatures.
Around the center of the continent, the grudges of the dead are said to have accumulated into visible pillars of evil magic power that reach into the heavens… and wander through the distant skies.
There are eight artificial labyrinths, like dampening devices, to prevent this evil magic from turning its fangs on the creatures of other continents, namely humanity.
The labyrinths repeatedly generate a Demon King in the lowest layer with this evil magic.
For adventurers, these eight labyrinths are a paradise for making a fortune.
For nobles, they are a place to gain prestige by proving they have confronted a threat to humanity, a place to find excellent talent, and a place to meet a lifelong companion.
Honk, honk honk.
The ship’s whistle rings, and the captain at the bow, on the bridge, announces over the ship’s PA system.
They have sighted their destination.
The Magatsu Continent.
