Chapter 86 The Blacksmith Touches the Truth⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Tatara-san, the reason we’re here is for ‘technical exchange,’ right? Even though it’s Ichika’s katana, we’re using techniques taught by Amatsu-baa, so you have to let us see it.”
I’m sitting in seiza in the forge, getting scolded like this by my mother-in-law. And she’s right—since it’s a technical exchange, it makes sense for me to show my magic metal forging.
”But I’ve heard about it… seeing it for real like this, it’s insane.”
Since Ichika refused to hand it over, my mother-in-law inspects the ‘Peony’ while holding it herself. Her voice is unreadable—impressed, stunned, or perhaps even fearful.
”This is a true divine katana, isn’t it?”
My master, who’s inspecting Ichika’s ninja katana the same way, says it with a mix of awe and disbelief in his tone.
In other words, this ‘Peony’ seems to have some kind of conceptual armament, even if the direction isn’t clear yet. I chuckle bitterly, realizing that focusing on someone while forging helps me surpass my limits.
”Amatsu-baa, can you read what concept it has?”
”It grows with its wielder, just like ya do.”
”Growth?”
As I listen to the explanation, it turns out this ‘Peony’ has an ability to slowly store up the souls Ichika absorbs and boost its performance bit by bit. Right now, Ichika’s hit her level cap, so she probably can’t absorb souls from the enemies she defeats anymore.
I glance at Ichika’s face, and she looks like she’s made up her mind about something. Wait, is she planning to enter the dungeon starting tomorrow?
”A growing weapon… Over time, it might develop a life of its own.”
”Wife, this divine katana already has a soul dwellin’ in it.”
Listening to them, a bad feeling grows. Isn’t this essentially a living weapon without a will or thoughts yet?
”Tatara-san’s whimsical blacksmithing soul created something totally unexpected, huh…”
”Whimsical…”
”Any objections?”
”No… none at all.”
She smiles sweetly, but it’s unnerving.
”I get that Tatara-san understands Amatsu-baa’s conceptual granting and has mastered it. What I want to know is… can you grant a concept you aim for on purpose? How about it?”
”Right now? No way.”
”Oh? An instant answer?”
”I could probably mimic the destructive cutting concept Master made, but Ichika’s growth? That’s probably impossible.”
”But you made it yourself?”
”While forging, I thought only of Ichika, making it the perfect conceptual armament for her. Without my feelings—and Ichika’s feelings toward me—I probably couldn’t do it. You’re asking for targeted concept granting, but I can’t do it for others or teach it.”
My mother-in-law presses her forehead, reacting to my explanation about forging with thoughts of another woman.
’Peony’ likely can’t be used by anyone but Ichika, except perhaps her child. Just like Ethelena’s ‘Lonisera,’ it’s the kind of weapon that only brings out its full power for blood relatives.
”What if you made a weapon for Yohira? What would it be like?”
”It would likely be unbreakable, a katana that never loses its sharpness—Yohira’s conceptual armament.”
Because of my feelings for Yohira and her straightforward nature. She likes both me and Ethelena, holding back and suffering silently.
If I forged her unyielding nature into a weapon, it would reflect that. My fondness for Ichika—her efforts to eat vegetables and accept my touch—inspired ‘Peony’s’ growth concept.
”Shall we make Yohira’s weapon right away, then?”
”Absolutely not.”
”A blacksmith only gets one chance per person.”
”Master, if you overwork, we’ll call Ethelena and make you rest.”
I was about to jump into the work, but all three of them shot me down with words.
”Ichika, summoning Ethelena like that is way too extreme, right?”
”Rules don’t apply against Master-degozaru.”
”Ninjas really are scary-ssu, huh.”
Using the forbidden move first is ruthless.
”For now, I’ll take a bath and rest…”
”You look unhappy about it?”
”You’re truly a childish blacksmith.”
Hearing their stunned reactions, I sigh and decide to clean up first.
I finish cleaning the forge and head to take a bath.
Master hasn’t bathed with me since the first day—maybe he’s scared of me? Did I do something wrong?
”Ethelena, what do you think?”
”Probably because she found out how big Tatara is and now avoids bathing together.”
”That can’t be it…”
I ask Ethelena, who’s bathing with me, and that’s her answer. Master’s tall too—why is he scared of me? I rinse Ethelena’s hair, tilting her head to avoid shampoo in her eyes. I carefully pour warm water from roots to tips.
Maybe I should modify the showerhead for a mist spray or stronger flow. Her sparkling hair reflects light, and I feel accomplished. But seeing her exposed breasts excites me. Ethelena, a succubus, notices my reaction. She opens her eyes and glares deadpan.
”Tatara~?”
”Can’t help it—Ethelena’s just too alluring.”
”You’re hopeless, Tatara. Only a succubus like me can keep up with your lust.”
”I’m grateful.”
She turns, places her hands on the wall, and presents her hips to me. Her entrance twitches, expecting me, overflowing with fluid.
”Ethelena, you’re expecting it too, right?”
”I prepared because you wanted it.”
”Don’t make excuses, bad girl.”
I grab her waist and thrust hard. Our hips slap loudly as Ethelena cries out. Her insides clench tightly, squeezing me.
I almost finish but grit my teeth and start moving. Thrusting stimulates the tip, pulling back rubs the underside, and her entrance milks me. Even after many times, this pleasure never gets old—a breeding-recommended body.
”Tatara, what were you thinking?”
”It feels so good, I want to ejaculate quickly.”
I want to impregnate Ethelena and make her mine—a possessive urge surges.
If this is her succubus charm, I’m trapped… but I don’t mind.
”Tatara, make me a mother soon.”
Her words and twisting walls send intense pleasure through me. My hips speed up, slamming deep as I ejaculate hard.
Our hips spasm, and her insides milk every drop to her womb. It moves like a living thing gulping it down—I don’t remember this before. Did her body evolve as a succubus to do this now?
I pull out, covered in Ethelena’s fluid, glistening thickly. Plus, absorbing her fluid through my skin keeps my energy high.
I lay out the mat, position Ethelena on her side, and lift one leg. Then I slide back into her open entrance.
”Tatara, too rough! Give me a break!”
”No way, Ethelena—I can’t hold back.”
I ignore her pleas, thrusting my hips and kissing her. Our tongues tangle, swapping saliva, filling each other completely. Ethelena wraps an arm around my neck, pulling us closer. Is it her succubus instincts or her love for kissing? Either way, her face melts with bliss. Seeing her makes me harder, speeding up my hips.
I’m embarrassed I can’t do anything fancy—just basic thrusting—but I use ‘Sex Sorcery’ to heighten her sensitivity. Hoping she feels better, I keep going. As my limit nears, I press deep inside again. Wanting to fill her completely, I reach my second ejaculation. Ethelena accepts it, climaxing, arching her back and trembling. She cries silently, her body peaking, and I feel relieved, kissing her again.
”Tatara’s a pervert, idiot, breast sage, sex demon.”
”Yeah… I’m sorry.”
We’re soaking in the bathtub, facing each other, connected in a sitting position. I washed Ethelena after she climaxed, and I cleaned myself, but her limp body excited me again. I tried to hide my hardness, hugged her from behind, but her soft ass pressed against me, making me harder… she turned and let me insert.
Even as she scolds me, I can’t stop playing with her breasts—stunned at my weak self-control, but I keep enjoying them. Big breasts aren’t usually sensitive, but Ethelena’s are super responsive due to her succubus blood. A light squeeze gets her wet, and her nipples—from my teasing—are incredibly sensitive. When facing like this, playing with them makes her climax faster.
”Ahh! Tatara!”
”Mmph!?”
She can’t hold back, hugging my head into her soft flesh. My face buries, and I can’t breathe. Ignoring me, Ethelena grinds her hips, savoring me. With my breath cut off, my hardness surges—my balls churn out sperm. She rubs her sensitive spot, climaxes, and I ejaculate too.
I spill semen, overflowing her insides, dirtying the water, then go limp. Ethelena relaxes, releasing my head, resting hers on my shoulder. Oh yeah—Master still needs to bathe. I have to clean and refill the tub. Good thing this magic bath refills in three minutes.
”Ethelena, sorry, but I need to clean the bath, so get out first.”
”Ugh, Tatara’s so cold.”
”If you want more, we’ll do it in the room, okay?”
”Okay…”
She sits up and climbs out of the tub. My semen drips down her thighs. I watch her rinse off and leave… that semen trailing down her body was erotic.
Shaking off the thought, I scrub and refill the tub. I rinse myself, then head back to my room. Evidence disposal? No point—they’ll guess what we did from the time. Master will probably yell at me later.
Back in my room, Ethelena visits me. She’s in her favorite pajamas, not for continuing in the bath.
”Tatara, I have something to ask.”
”Probably… about Ichika, right?”
”Yeah. Calling her by name means you’ve approved Ichika too, right?”
”Yeah, I couldn’t leave her alone. And she knows you’re number one.”
”I see… Yeah, I’m okay with Ichika.”
Ethelena had already figured out things progressed with Ichika. Well, we’d gotten pretty close lately.
”She declared she’d receive my full affection.”
”Wait, seriously…?”
She didn’t just figure it out—she got the official declaration?
And she still bathed with me and went along? That’s too generous.
”I heard about Ichika’s past too. Maybe… she’s like me.”
”…Ethelena and Ichika?”
They both have great figures and are devoted, but differently. They faced family tragedies, ran away, got saved by a blacksmith, and fell for the same guy.
”I don’t see them as that similar—different tragedies and all.”
”You can say that because your heart’s strong, Tatara.”
”Nah, I think my mental game’s weak, honestly.”
Ethelena looks exasperated. Someone who panics at being hated by their loved one has a strong heart?
Ichika ran away on her own, while Ethelena was too weak to act alone. Her fragility nearly ruined her future—without meeting me, who knows what would’ve happened? Probably some tragedy, I guess.
”But I still feel they’re similar. Our meeting stories have subtle common points too.”
”No, that one’s not the same.”
”We met when we had nowhere to go, right?”
”Sheltering from rain and collapsing on the street? Totally different.”
Ethelena’s off-base—her airheaded side showing. She’s cute when she’s adorably clumsy.
”Also, I get that you might like Ichika.”
”Really?”
”It’s like petting a big dog—her loving head rubs or sunbathing on your lap.”
”Can’t deny it.”
Ichika enjoys those touches, making her more dog-like. Since settling here, she’s gotten cuddlier, turning into a total pet.
”Ichika’s position feels less like a lover or companion… more like a pet…”
”Stop—I think that too, and it’ll become official.”
I know our interactions are similar, but treating a person as a pet?
That’s against my ethics and morals. I clutch my head, and Ethelena clears her throat.
”Tatara, who can’t abandon people and gets soft once close—I have something to say.”
”That preface has bite…”
”Yes, so listen properly, okay?”
”Yeah, sorry. So, what happened?”
Her teacher-like tone makes me sit up straight. What are we about to hear?
”First, it’s about my body.”
”…Something wrong? We can go to the hospital if needed.”
”Don’t panic—hear me out to the end?”
”Y-Yes, ma’am.”
I blurt out my worry, and she pressures me with a smile.
I shrink back, but Ethelena looks a bit hesitant now… like she’s embarrassed?
”Um, well… I… I can get pregnant now.”
”…Huh?”
For a moment, I couldn’t even process what she said.
So… Ethelena’s body has fully matured as a succubus now?
”Uh, that means…”
”Probably ’cause you gave me so much in the bath today—my body’s a proper adult now.”
”…”
Words fail me. Personally, I’m thrilled.
Thrilled… but will I make her feel bad if I show it too openly?
”Congratulations… is that okay to say?”
”Yeah, it’s fine.”
”Right… right…”
Ethelena’s body has grown up, which means from here on, the chance of pregnancy skyrockets.
Since the student movement’s coming up, we should hold back if possible… Can I even do that?
”And second thing.”
”Oh, yeah… what about that?”
”I’ll hold back on having Tatara’s child until knight school stuff’s all done.”
”…Got it.”
Makes total sense. If she gets pregnant, she might not fight back if attacked…
But waiting even past graduation? That’s so Ethelena.
”Ethelena, um…”
”What is it, Tatara?”
”So… we’re holding off on sex itself for a while?”
”Nope.”
”Huh?”
Um, Ethelena-san? That contradicts, doesn’t it?
”I’ll use ‘Sex Sorcery’ for contraception magic and still have sex with Tatara. I can’t stand not to.”
”If you’re showing that iron will, aim it somewhere else?”
This fiancée’s way too lewd. Does she live with a pink mindset that sex happens no matter what?
Maybe normal for a succubus… but honestly, I hate not having sex with Ethelena too.
”Plus, if I don’t handle Tatara, Trachan’s gonna get eaten by your rampaging self and end up pregnant with Ichika-san too.”
”…Lately, I can’t even deny that.”
Limited to Ethelena, but my lust is super strong right now, craving her body high-frequency.
If restricted, I might go after those two waiting patiently nearby… ‘Sex Sorcery’ could pour in thick, massive eroge-world loads and knock them up.
”Oh, and…”
”Still more?”
”I figured out why Tatara’s lust has been so intense lately.”
”Really…? There’s a reason for this!?”
I almost brushed it off, but that’s super meaningful.
There’s a reason I turned sex demon…? Well, I thought it was ‘Sex Sorcery’ deepening.
”Simple: I wanted to grow my body, so I drew essence from my partner.”
”…So, Ethelena made me horny?”
”Yup.”
The fact hits too hard—like infinite info flooding my brain. That’s why my lust overflowed all day?
”So, Tatara won’t go that wild anymore, okay?”
”…”
Irritation bubbles up at her words. So…
she thinks without succubus influence, I wouldn’t make love to her with real affection? Time to shatter that illusion.
”Uh, w-wait… Tatara?”
I silently put hands on her shoulders and push her onto the bed. To her confused look, I say in a low voice.
”Ethelena, you’re underestimating my feelings way too much.”
”W-Wait, Tatara!”
”No waiting.”
I strip off her pajamas and kiss her bare skin, marking that white flesh with my traces.
”S-Sorry, Tatara. I’ll apologize… so stop—I’ll get pregnant!”
”No forgiveness. Absolutely none.”
I undress her weak resistance and press my manhood to her entrance. Locking eyes with her teary face, I speak.
”If you hate it… if you really want me to stop, submit and block me. I can’t stop your magic.”
”…Idiot…”
Her body goes limp. Deep down, she wanted me? Succubus trait preps her for partner’s needs, but she could reject for real. I slide in and thrust. She wraps arms around my neck, legs locking my hips to keep me. I hug tight and kiss—her tongue reaches desperately to tangle.
I thrust without thought, instinct driving me to hold my beloved. If she could read all my thoughts and heart like before, would she understand everything? We ejaculate over and over till morning. We switch positions, trade control, pouring my semen into her countless times. Breathless, we wreck sheets and bed… but we don’t stop. Exhausted, she collapses on me, crying when we finish.
”Sorry, Tatara… I’m so happy… but I can’t fight for you anymore…”
”If it’s happiness, that’s fine. No need to fight… just stay by my side—that’s my happiness.”
Her compulsion started that day I picked her up. Useless?
No right to stay— she’s thought that deep down. We connect heart-to-heart, yet misunderstandings linger. Mutual understanding’s so damn hard.
After a break, we clean the room and bathe together. With no holding back, we get steamy in the bath from morning, then head to the kitchen side by side to cook. Today, Hinagiku-san’s coming early for katana lessons, so we need nutrition—she’s gotta push hard.
Menu: meat for now. No morning steaks, but for quick eating, rice burgers. Can’t make proper buns, so grilled onigiri with mini hamburger patties and veggies. Borrowed kinpira from the fridge as side, added lettuce—fiber’s covered, I hope.
”Master, you used my kinpira without asking-degozaru?”
Ichika’s low voice hits from behind—I flinch hard.
Turn scared, and she’s glaring with deadpan eyes… but it feels kinda lax anger.
”Sorry, it looked tasty, so…”
”No-degozaru! Punishment time!”
She hugs my chest and rubs her forehead on me happily. Tail wags like crazy—what’s got her so glad? Damn, hands dirty from cooking—can’t pet her head.
Can’t love this cute creature? What heavy punishment. Ethelena washes quick and strokes Ichika’s head—unfair.
”Well now, Ichika’s fully Tatara’s woman, eh?”
”Oh, morning Yohira.”
”Morning, Trachan.”
”Mufu~”
Yohira, up for training, calls out seeing us.
Ethelena and I greet, but Ichika’s busy savoring me—no hello. Totally a dog, this one?
”Morning, Tatara, Ethelena. Your friend’s coming today for katana lessons—we’re dungeon-bound, but… Ichika, what about you?”
”Muu… I’m going too-degozaru, Yohira. Gotta hone skills to proudly marry Master-degozaru.”
No “Ojou-sama” in Yohira’s call—showing she’s not Torakuma family anymore. Yohira looks…
weirdly happy? Feels like equal friends with Ichika now.
”Mm. Then shall we hunt ‘Golems’ past floor 25 together? They’re wastefully tough—perfect to test moves on?”
”…Fine-degozaru, Yohira. If you wanna see my new katana shine, that’s how-degozaru.”
”Hehe, that’s fun. But I look forward to Ichika’s techniques with a clear heart too.”
Yohira and Ichika keep chatting casually like old friends, and Ichika’s still clinging to me the whole time.
”Alright, then… here I go—bam!”
Yohira sneaks in with a surprise hug too.
But she wraps around me—and Ichika together. Ichika lets out a fun “Kyaa♪” squeal, and they both burst out laughing.
”Ah, no fair! Me too, Trachan!!”
”Wait, Ethelena—mmph!?”
Ethelena jumps on Yohira, but she floats up a bit with her wings first, then charges. Those massive peaks smother Yohira’s face completely. Yeah, she can’t breathe now. I feel a gaze and turn—my mother-in-law’s watching us all bunched up like a dumpling.
She hides her smile behind her fan, looking pleased at her daughter’s joy. No plans to stop us, apparently. She pours herself some tea and sips it leisurely… Are we her tasty morning snack?
”Good morning, everyone! Let’s make today great too!”
Hinagiku-san bursts into the living room full of energy. But her outfit—it’s a total dork T-shirt.
”Shoot, I forgot to give Hinagiku-san the training jersey.”
”Eh, a jersey on Hinagiku-san? With that T-shirt, she’ll look even more dried-up fish.”
Stop, Ethelena—don’t say it. I can picture it too easily.
”Sorry, you three. I’ll give Hinagiku-san clothes, so let go for a sec. Especially Ethelena—Yohira’s suffocating, so hurry!”
”Oh, sorry, Trachan!”
”Puaah!? Thought I was done for!!”
Yohira gulps in air, and Ethelena clasps her hands with a “Sorry!” They all pull away, but I glance at Ichika—still hugging me, fast asleep. Her face looks so blissfully happy that I hesitate to wake her.
”…Leave Ichika-san be for now. I’ll take the jersey to Hinagiku-san.”
”Thanks, sorry about that.”
”No problem. Can’t wake a sleeping face that happy, right?”
Ethelena smiles with full compassion, takes the jersey from me, and heads off. Yohira gives Ichika a slightly exasperated look but ends up smiling and goes to the yard. My mother-in-law sets down her teacup and follows—fan in hand, so probably dance practice.
The living room empties out for a bit, then Master comes in. He widens his eyes at Ichika clinging to me but narrows them happily. Guess since he raised her, he sees her like a kid.
”Rascal, that’s some fine companionship.”
”Appreciation? Got it.”
”Rascal finally learned the hammer way—my lil’ one’s grown somethin’ fierce after all this time.”
Master laughs like his blood’s boiling—a total blacksmith guffaw.
”Only Master’d call that laugh ‘blacksmith-like’-degozaru.”
”…Awake already?”
”More like, Master’s vibe lets me nap easy— that’s the real abnormality-degozaru.”
Ichika squeezes me tight one last time, then lets go.
”From today, I’m retraining for real-degozaru. Skills sharpen endless, after all.”
”Thanks, but don’t push too hard.”
”Of course. I’ll bring everyone back safe-degozaru. Happiness means all together-degozaru.”
She smiles and heads to the yard—her steps lighter than ever.
I turn back to the kitchen and start miso soup. Gotta make a tasty breakfast so everyone powers through the day.
Notes:
• Amatsu – A master blacksmith and a female. Demonstrate forging skill to Tatara. The duel arises from Tatara’s request for guidance. Senior craftsman guiding Tatara. No kin known. Golden right eye and calm mastery define her.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
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