Volume 11 Chapter 5 Magic Engineer Lydia’s Ambition
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmm… I see. These really are something else,” Lydia murmured, letting out an admiring sigh.
After the recent battle with Volodya, she held the assortment of Magic Tools we had acquired and examined them with keen interest.
”You think so too?” I asked.
”Think so? That’s an understatement, Soyuz,” she replied, her eyes bright. “None of these were made within existing concepts. In fact, the very ideas behind them are… unusual. The person who created these—what could they possibly have been thinking? I can’t even imagine.”
Her tone shifted into that of a seasoned craftsman. As a Magic Engineer, she was clearly inspired by what she saw. That alone would have pleased me—if that were my only reason for bringing her here. But my real aim was different. Given her work in crafting and trading Magic Tools, I suspected she might know something that could aid our investigation. That was why I had brought her to the guild branch and shown her these top-secret devices.
”So, Lady Marinov,” the Branch Manager began with uncharacteristic politeness, “do you see anything here that might serve as a lead in our search?”
Well, she was nobility—and apparently, she was also the one who handled the Magic Tool trade in this region. That alone was enough to make the man speak with exaggerated courtesy.
”To be honest,” Lydia replied with a composed grace, “I can’t say just from looking at them. These are all things I’ve never seen before. However… if such unusual Magic Tools start circulating elsewhere, word will eventually reach us. When that happens, I believe I can be of assistance.”
I still couldn’t quite believe this elegant, dignified woman had agreed to become my lover.
”I see. In that case, we shall count on you,” the Branch Manager said. “By the way… I understand you and our Soyuz here are acquainted. Forgive my bluntness, but while he is a competent adventurer, his character is… severely flawed. I would advise you to choose your friends with care.”
…What the hell did you just say? Are you trying to die? Should I kill you now? Yes, let’s kill him—
My hand was already drifting toward the throwing darts at my waist when Lydia’s voice cut in.
”Branch Manager Godonov,” she said, her tone polite but edged with steel, “I appreciate the advice. However, I must ask you to refrain from making statements that insult my lover.”
”…Lover?” the man repeated, blinking.
”Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Soyuz is the officially recognized lover of me, Lydia Petrovich Marinov. I would appreciate it if you remembered that.”
Ignoring the Branch Manager’s frozen expression, I offered my hand to Lydia. “Shall we go?”
”Indeed.” She took my hand, gave a graceful bow, and turned on her heel with poise.
We left behind only the bald man clutching his head. Out of petty spite, I let a few drops of nausea-inducing potion fall to the floor behind us.
* * *
”Honestly,” Lydia teased with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “your reputation here at the guild is quite something.”
”I’m not denying I’ve done plenty to earn it,” I said dryly.
After decades in this line of work, my record was bound to have its share of blemishes. And being the adopted son of Mama Vintenica and the apprentice of that master… not to mention carrying the nickname ‘Poison Boy’… well, it didn’t exactly help. Add to that my household of slaves—a southern girl, a half-elf child, and now a beastkin mother and daughter—and yeah, if I were that bald manager, I’d probably say the same thing about me.
”That may be,” Lydia replied, “but I’m hardly spotless myself. If anything, I’m glad to have finally found a man I can deal with as an equal.”
She said it boldly, without hiding a single shred of her feelings. And it struck me—this was something precious. Lena, Vera, Georgia, even Ms. Mor all gave me pure, unreserved affection, but they still carried the awareness that they were slaves. True equality was rare for me… and Lydia was one of the few who could offer it.
”By the way, Soyuz,” she said, her tone shifting, “I’d like to return to business.”
”What is it?” I asked.
”That matter we left unresolved the other day. I’d like to make progress on it today.”
”Unresolved…? Uh, which one was that?” I tilted my head.
She took my right hand and guided it down toward her lap.
”This,” she said pointedly.
* * *
”I admit. It wasn’t the best topic for a drinking table. But having you stare at it like this… even I feel a little embarrassed. If we hadn’t already slept together, I’m not sure I could handle it.”
Even Lydia, with her usual composure, blushed faintly under my gaze. Understandable, really—
”I get that you’re embarrassed,” I said, “but why do I have to strip too?”
”Because,” she replied matter-of-factly, “it’s unfair if I’m the only one naked.”
”…Right.”
And so, in her workshop, we stood facing each other in the nude. The reason? Her peculiar interest in a potion that could give a woman a penis. Step one: examine her current one.
It hung soft for now, perhaps out of modesty—though when aroused, I knew it was an impressive sight.
”So, in its normal state, it’s not that different from an ordinary one,” I observed. “Actually… maybe smaller.”
I studied the small, foreskin-covered shaft in front of me.
”Well, yes,” she admitted, “I couldn’t wear underwear if it stayed big all the time. But tell me, Soyuz… why are you already hard?”
”Because I’m looking at you naked,” I said plainly. “And because I’m about to make yours hard too.”
I reached out and took her shaft into my hand.
”Nnh…” she breathed.
It felt fragile in my palm—more p*nis than c*ck, really—but that changed quickly.
”Come on, Lydia. Let me make you feel good,” I coaxed, stroking her gently, slowly, with a deliberate rhythm.
”Mm… you were right,” I murmured after a moment. “I can feel the magic concentrating here. This thing is based on a real organ, but it’s partially magical in nature.”
Indeed, I could sense the pulse of her mana flowing into it—her body’s own reinforcement magic, shaped into a physical form by the magical formula carved into her being.
”I… I’d realized that much myself, but… ah—!” she gasped as my hand slid lower, fingers brushing into the cleft beneath. Slick warmth greeted me there, and I used it to lubricate my strokes, cupping her fully and working her with slow, circling motions until she swelled thick and hard again.
”Wow,” I said, looking her over, “this is… ridiculous. Whoever made this definitely started challenging themselves just to see how big they could go.”
The shaft now rivaled Lena’s upper arm in girth—far beyond what seemed necessary. That kind of over-the-top excess was the mark of a mage who’d gotten carried away. My mother had been exactly the same kind of person.
”Fuu… so, Soyuz,” Lydia said, catching her breath, “you understand this c*ck well enough now?”
”I do. And I also understand what you’ve been through because of it. Which means…” I looked her in the eye. “About that potion you want—the one to grow one of these—I think the two of us could make it.”
”Really!?” she exclaimed, her voice alight with excitement.
”Yeah. By tweaking the flow of magic energy we just observed, we could temporarily create a pseudo-p*nis based on a girl’s clitoris. If you develop the magical potion to guide the energy flow, I can provide the ‘directionality’ to ensure it works flawlessly.”
Lydia, overcome with emotion, hugged me tightly.
”Thank you, Soyuz!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “This means my long-cherished wish will finally come true!”
Tears of joy streamed down her face as she nuzzled my cheek. I couldn’t help but wonder: Why is she so determined to create a potion like this?
”Uh, Lydia, why exactly do you want to make a potion that grows a p*nis?”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned back, grasping his shoulders.
”Well, obviously, so girls can ravish me!” she declared, her tone matter-of-fact.
”Oh… uh…” Soyuz stammered, taken aback. Wait, but I’m here now! His inner voice seemed to echo in the room. Sensing his hesitation, Lydia shook her head gently and locked eyes with him.
”Of course, I’m not neglecting you,” she assured him, her voice softening. “I love you, and I want you to hold me. But… you know I adore girls. Is it so strange that I’d want them to take me with the p*nis they grow? Is that really so odd?”
Soyuz opened his mouth to say, “Yes, it’s odd,” but paused. After all, I have four wives myself. Can I fault her for wanting what she wants? He thought, Though if it were a man, I might just…
”Also,” Lydia continued, her expression turning tender, “the girls I protect—they’ve all suffered at the hands of men. Many of them reject men entirely and find love with other women. This potion could help them too, don’t you think?”
Her words struck a chord. Soyuz remembered the girls she sheltered, like Ms. Sara, and the trauma they’d endured. Even if her motives are… unconventional, her heart’s in the right place.
”I see,” he said, nodding. “If that’s the case, I’ll help however I can.”
”Thanks,” Lydia smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “By the way, Soyuz, what do you think about your lovely wives using this potion? Imagine Lena and Georgia, both with p**ises, challenging each other—loser gets taken. Or Vera, with a p**is that doesn’t suit her, dominating Lena, her ‘big sister.’ Or Ms. Mor and Georgia… you know…”
”Lydia… you’re… a genius?” Soyuz whispered, his voice shaking.
She grinned, a wicked sparkle in her eyes.
”Like it?”
”Yeah,” he admitted, a reluctant smile spreading across his face.
They embraced tightly, Lydia’s ample figure pressing against him.
”By the way, Soyuz,” she purred, her voice dripping with desire, “I think you should take responsibility for this… growth.”
His beloved lover smiled, her eyes burning with passion, as she delivered her final line.
Notes:
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
• Volodya – A mysterious and powerful elf, never seen by Soyuz before, who seeks to purge Lucia. He exudes killing intent and is strong enough to intimidate Soyuz.
• Vintenica – She is a tall, slender magic user, appeared as the new mistress buying six boys, wearing a deep purple robe with her right half face hidden by a white mask, half beautiful young woman and half eerie with blood-red lips, mysterious and slightly frightening.
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
• Sara – The elegant and alluring owner of a mysterious shop, who has a slave background similar to Lena’s. She’s supportive and welcoming, offering a special kind of assistance.
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