Volume 10 Chapter 20 Breaking News
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Fingers sank into soft, pale skin. He thrust his hips hard against her yielding ass.
”Nn… guh… ♡”
The wet slaps echoed—smack, smack—picking up speed, faster and faster. With them came muffled moans, spilling out despite her efforts to hold them back.
The ponytail girl braced one hand against the wall, leaning into it. Her half-pulled-down pants slipped lower. She noticed and grabbed at them, but he ignored how she steadied herself with her other hand. He kept thrusting in, relentless, savoring every clench. Selfishly, he finished inside her.
”Kufu… uh, ku… ♡ Don’t—don’t c*m inside…!!”
He yanked her head back just a fraction, pulled her close, and sealed her lips with his. As he pumped burst after burst into her, he drank in every inch of her. Only when he’d emptied himself completely, bliss flooding through him, did he let go.
”The second we reunite, it’s always like this.”
In the corner of the cramped stone chamber, she crouched, pressing down on her stomach with both hands. Rachel forced out the s*men still leaking from her—a sight she’d never want anyone to see. Her glare fixed on the worthless bastard who dragged her straight to s*x the moment they met. And on his little sister, her face buried eagerly in his crotch, bobbing up and down with desperate energy.
”Nn… H-how’s this, big brother?”
”Good girl, good girl. You’ve gotten so much better, Kaitney.”
”C*m in my mouth anytime…”
By the time Rachel had spat out every thick, backflowing glob of white onto the floor, the bastard groaned in pleasure, shoving his sister’s head down hard. He savored her mouth while Kaitney clung to his thighs. Rachel watched it all, lips pursed in a tight pout, arms crossed.
Another woman getting pleasured right there. His little sister, so used to his touch now, taking him straight into her mouth without hesitation. A sour twist of jealousy burned in Rachel’s chest as she stepped closer. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hip.
This guy, bold as ever, trying to enjoy both sisters at once. Rachel sighed, leaned in, and pressed her lips against his. He climaxed while Kaitney pleased him and Rachel kissed him deeply—probably a dream come true for him. It annoyed her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, ignoring his taps for space. When he tried to pull away, she held on firmer, not letting go.
”I came all this way to help, you know. Shouldn’t your first words be some goddamn thanks?”
They’d snuck off for a private moment in the empty watchtower. Now, climbing to the top, his disciple started complaining right away.
”What? I was just giving a welcome back greeting, that’s all.”
”No one greets their master and disciple like that!!”
Unlike her quiet little sister, Rachel’s temper flared—she kicked at him sharply. He placed a hand on her shoulder, pulled her close. He kissed her cheek. She huffed, pouting, but calmed down.
”Honestly, this place is dangerous. I didn’t want you two coming.”
”Too bad. You’d better protect us, then.”
A cool breeze blew between them. Atop the tower, he sat on the wall. Rachel sat beside him. Kaitney took the other side, sitting close, as if she knew his preference for closeness. Seeing this, Rachel pouted and rested her foot on his knee.
The sisters had been in the fort since yesterday. They came as reinforcements from Kreis. When they heard the lord needed help, they knew it meant joining Klock—and didn’t hesitate. Staying in Conro? No way.
”If you’re making us your disciples, take us everywhere. Why leave us behind?”
Rachel started fuming again. This girl would grow up arguing, no doubt.
”You just want convenience, right? We got in the way, so you tried leaving us! Be honest if that’s it!”
”I get it.”
She sulked, pouting. At first, she was okay with staying, but resentment grew. Klock had no choice but to agree.
”So, what are you teaching us?”
”Let’s see… How to make someone happy quickly.”
”I’ll hit you.”
She knew what he meant. Kaitney smiled. For village girls, they’d heard plenty.
”Nothing’s happening just by saying it.”
”I heard. You’re fighting the Demon Lord’s army, right? Shouldn’t you teach us tactics?”
Tactics? He was a bandit. What were they expecting?
”What, you wanna train here?”
”No!!”
Klock had never fought a real war. His nerves buzzed like theirs.
”…Fine, whatever.”
But brushing them off felt wrong. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders as he started the tour.
Right at the door, Rachel moved his hand away; Kaitney did the same.
Stones and logs everywhere. Adventurers lounging on the floors, chatting and napping. The walls stretched out peacefully. Hard to believe war was near—Rachel sighed. Then she spotted a cat on the wall.
”It’s Meina!”
”Meina!”
The golden cat girl basked in the sun, eyes closed, tail flicking. She looked like any cat. Amid the fort’s roughness, her spot was soft and warm.
He sat beside her, facing away from the tower, and placed a hand on her head. She looked up with a soft sound, and he ruffled her hair. The sisters stayed on the ground in front of them.
He looked outside. A green slope led to a plateau. Weeds swayed, carrying a grassy scent. Peaceful—hard to imagine war here.
It felt like the calm before a storm. One month, nothing. But danger was near—he’d felt it all along.
”Rachel, Kaitney, what’s this wall for?”
He tossed the question their way. Caught off guard, they exchanged a quick look.
”The wall?”
”This shape? To block arrows?”
”No archers. They hung wooden panels—cheap support. It’s rat-proofing.”
He pointed to spots they couldn’t see. The wall had boards slung low like overhangs.
”Stop monsters climbing?”
”Right.”
Most enemies crawl. Biggest threat: climbing walls. Dog-types, cat-types—they jump high. Hooks at the top stop them.
”The slope has a moat. Stops beasts charging. Makes breaching harder. Some breathe fire, but the wall’s five meters high. No monster’s fire reaches that far.”
”Perfect defense?”
”We’ll handle known monsters. Adventurers have hunted them. Our enemies are familiar.”
”Like fighting known enemies. They outnumber us, but we have an edge?”
Rachel’s face lit up, eyes wide. Kaitney brightened too. No real fear—they seemed ready.
”The problem’s numbers. Unknown monsters. Or new tactics.”
”New tactics?”
Not a simple hunt. That’s the war’s reality.
”Monsters are enemies to all. Even to demonkin, they’re pests. But the demonkin brainwash them with the Sea General’s power. One of the Four Generals.”
Primlena’s sister. Sea General Primjune’s skill: Lorelei Resonance. They sealed her song with a magic device. Black Mana Stone. How advanced are the demonkin?
”Monsters charge, take hits, don’t flinch. Unlike normal ones.”
”Right. They’re fearless. Throw their lives away. Who knows what they’ll do?”
”Just knock them down when they climb?”
”Not that simple.”
If Klock commanded the enemy, he’d counter. They wouldn’t lose just because they can’t climb. Demonkin are veterans.
”Rachel, Kaitney, stay with me during war, got it?”
”What?”
”Soldiers split into five troops, plus Meina’s squad. Two front, two reserve, one held back. You’re runners—link me to leaders. Can you do it?”
”Yes!”
”Yes…!”
Their faces tightened, nerves kicking in. Talking plans made it real. The air thickened, heavy and pressing.
”Hey…”
”What?”
Meina yawned, blinking slowly. Her voice cut through, loosening tension. She sat up.
”Can’t we get along with demonkin?”
Her eyes locked on him, pleading.
”Can’t we be friends with demonkin?”
Honest curiosity. Rachel asked, head tilted, innocent.
”No chance. Our beliefs clash.”
”Beliefs?”
”Demonkin value ability. Look down on humans. Don’t see us as equals.”
”That bad? They hate us…?”
”Demonkin are such assholes.”
Not that vicious, but close.
”Beliefs form from your world. Harsh places shape them. Abilityism thrives in tough places. If it’s widespread, the demon continent’s brutal. At least initially.”
”Is the demon continent that rough?”
”Our boss said it’s always fighting!”
”What do you mean, ‘initially’?”
Questions flew from all three, eager.
”Rulers are ruthless. Squeeze people for results. Crush the weak, twist beliefs. Easier to govern. Demonkin chased strength. Now, they use abilityism for gain. They need enemies—humans are it.”
Silence fell. He saw confusion on their faces. Too tangled for them.
”So… no friendship?”
”No. Beliefs too different. Even regular folk would clash.”
”That bad?”
”Even non-soldiers fight?”
How to explain? He tipped his head back, staring at the sky.
”Humans have values: duty, self-interest, tribe, status, talent.”
”People think that way?”
”Duty types follow rules, seek truth, stick to logic. They accept loss if fair.”
”Okay.”
Meina nodded, but question marks danced in her eyes. She wasn’t getting it, not one bit.
”Self-interest? Profit first. Weigh gain versus loss. Lie or cheat if it pays.”
”That’s normal. Our village was like that.”
Polet Village, Rachel’s home—village head ran it, but bandits got a free pass. Gold over honor, every time.
”Tribe? Group first. Family, race, nation. Laws? Justice? Ignore if the group’s at stake.”
”Hmm, hmm.”
”Just examples. People have bits of every type. ‘Belief’ is what you lean toward. Differences are how the balance tips.”
Living things adapt. Humans too. Tough land? Learn survival. Beliefs are your armor, forged for challenges.
”Different values are a dodge. With demonkin, you must accept their abilityism. It’s drilled into kids.”
”Talents matter that much? A few dummies? Who cares?”
”Do they hate untalented humans?”
Not really. Politics, almost religion. Demonkin weren’t all stars—some crushed the gifted. Abilityism didn’t guarantee the best; it just preached it.
Take Suzette—a majin. She didn’t buy into it.
She came from the Black Forest, living with forestkin. Her beliefs leaned toward theirs, earthy and rooted.
”Humans and demonkin don’t mesh. Beliefs clash, sparking fights. We can’t accept different views.”
Thinking bases clash. No fixing. We see each other as lesser. From outside, we look worse. Humans are hopeless.
”So demonkin, unified, are dangerous?”
”Yes, but it shifts.”
”What?”
Rachel puffed her cheeks, irritated. She hated lessons.
”Ruling is easier with tight beliefs. If folks can’t handle differences, fights spread. Even men and women clash.”
”Families fight too?”
”Yes.”
”Mixing beliefs causes clashes. Divorces rise. Nations split. Trade with different thinkers? Enemies weaken you. Population shrinks.”
”Shrinks from fighting?”
Scale was too huge—they were lost.
”Free love needs unity. Federation and Beast Country differ.”
”Beast Country?”
They stared at Meina. She blinked, head cocked.
”Kaitney, is marriage after adulthood normal?”
”Yeah, after coming-of-age. Many had arranged matches until war.”
”How many kids must you have?”
”None set… free choice.”
Klock grinned sharply.
”Beast Country? No kids? Mocked. Big families rule. Barren? Shunned, kicked down.”
”Ehhh?! “
”Rachel. Humans versus Beastkin clans—which belief grows the population?”
”…Beast Country, duh?”
”But Beast Country’s crawling with dragons, monsters everywhere. Forests, mountains blanket the continent—beasts outnumber folks ten-to-one. To hold a nation? That belief’s your lifeline, or you die out. Humans need two kids per family to hold steady. Beast Country? Way more—tons die before adulthood.”
Reason it stuck there: monster hits crushed humans way harder than on our continent.
”So… both sides even?”
”Yeah. Humans? No match? Family hooks you up—shame if you’re of age and single. Beast Country skips that. Mating season kicks in instead. No mate? Instinct shoves you out hunting. Already paired? Lock the doors. Both balance their hellholes fine.”
”Then no problem either way!”
Klock waved her off sharp. Real meat started here.
”But Federation beliefs flood Beast Country? Humans ditch ‘breed or bust,’ chase freedom—no pressure for litters. Air shifts…”
”…Population tanks, right?”
”Flip it—humans quit hunting mates like Beast Country? Mating season vibes spread, kill marriage drive…”
”Umm… couples drop off, I guess.”
”Could happen. Every place forges its beliefs to survive. Half-assed mixes? Self-destruction. That’s why unity matters—hold it tight.”
Just examples, rough cuts. Real life’s messier, tangled in details. Point? Mixing beliefs risks everything.
”Demonkin pulled it off—till midway.”
”Till midway?”
”Council of United Kingdoms swallowed too many rival factions. Other races? Fine, but clashing beliefs? Sparks fly. Demon Lord? Flexed raw power to crush dissent, no ideology needed. Band-aid fix. She’s got no root solution. Force holds it now—but when it cracks? End of United Kingdoms. Even if she conquers the world? Internal rifts rip it apart same as ever.”
Her daughter’s a prodigy, they say. Hero-level power? Might prop the nation a while. Unless Cianie guts her. But forever? No shot. Hating outward hits limits. Do nothing? Collapse inevitable.
”But different beliefs mean fights—yet Beast Country’s no war zone.”
”Humans shun beastkin hard. Only cats get petting.”
Cute if they didn’t stink. Shame most beastkin skipped baths. Cute faded fast—stench won out once you breathed it.
”Beastkin’s a blanket—Beast Country’s a mash of types, multi-race state. Twist: different beastkin breeds? No kids together.”
”Really?”
”Heard dog-beastkin and cat-beastkin can’t breed.”
Rachel eyed Meina. Cat girl shook her head side to side, fluffy and firm.
”But wild part? Humans as mates? Boom—kids. That quirk opens friendship doors.”
”Heh. Makes sense~”
”Right. Back to majin and humans. Like I said—mutual sneers. Friendly? Tough shit.”
Short version: no fit. Hate brews. End of story.
”So… no getting along?”
”Bottom line? Depends if you swallow it whole. Beliefs, baggage—if reasons stack to bridge it, yeah, possible.”
”Like?”
”Common enemy pops up.”
Pipedream future—never happening. Majin and humans? Grind toward it over centuries. Way off. First? Slaughter in this war.
”Klock… Klock!”
”Nn… huh?”
Chill seeped in, thick darkness swallowing him whole. Eyes cracked open to faint moonlight slipping through curtain gaps. Scanning the room by that glow, two shadows sharpened into view.
”Reina… and Primrity?”
White moonlight glinted off orange and rainbow fins. Klock bolted upright, blankets tumbling away as his body jerked awake.
Flanking him, the disciple sisters breathed soft and steady in sleep. Shit—two merfolk catching him sandwiched between women like this.
”…Night service, huh… Even with a Primlena waiting.”
Primrity muttered low, voice flat. Couldn’t see her face, but she sounded like her brows pinched tight, annoyed as hell. Sorry—human custom, cut me some slack here.
”What’s up, middle of the night? Wait—morning already?”
”Klock. The Demon Lord’s army’s moving.”
”…Moving?”
”Reinforcements hit the bunch massed at Sanrid. They merged, and part’s heading north now. Word from our watching kin. A massive force—barreling straight for this fort.”
That’s why they dragged him out at this hour. Finally, shit hit the fan. His foggy brain snapped clear, punched wide awake.
”Fucking finally.”
”Klock. We leave. Now.”
”…Huh?”
Primlena grabbed his hand, tight and desperate. Up close, her face twisted with raw panic, eyes wild.
”This fort—everything we poured in, building it up. I know it’s a waste. But fighting here? You die. Sure, running screws us later. I get it. But dead’s dead—nothing left. I swear I’ll help you. So run. Now.”
”No… what the hell? We rebuilt this place to fight. Why run?”
She yanked him hard, cornered and frantic, voice cracking. Seeing her lose it like that—fear clawed up his gut, cold and sharp, mirroring her dread.
”Numbers beyond belief. They’ll swarm us.”
”That bad? How many we talking?”
”Monsters—sizes all over, hard to count. Report says… roughly fifty thousand.”
”…Fifty thousand…?!”
Way past anything he’d dreamed. His chest tightened, breath catching like a knife twist.
”They hit here by tomorrow midnight to dawn. No time left to think.”
Fifty thousand…?
Fuck. Too many. Way too goddamn many.
This puny fort couldn’t hold that.
They’d crumble before reinforcements even sniffed the fight.
Some lazy hope had lingered—what, it’ll work out?
Now, before the first clash, reality slammed him down, brutal and unyielding.
Everything flipped in a heartbeat.
The fort’s quiet peace shattered—nightmare thundering closer, footsteps shaking the dark.
Notes:
• Kreis – Baron of Valture and district chief. A middle-aged noble weighed down with gold chains and jeweled rings, yet it’s his hawk-like eyes and sly smile that mark him as dangerous. He meets Klock at the Borges family’s social gathering, greeting him by name as Maria’s son before Klock can even introduce himself—like a predator that already knows its prey.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Primrity – Merfolk commander with rainbow-shattered fins and commanding amber eyes | First in v8c8 | Calm, strategic, and fiercely protective of her clan | Elder sister of Primlena | Led the Fishkin troops during the town uprising but ordered a full retreat upon realizing Hero Anna was present | Unique note: level-headed leader who will abandon even the Demon Lord’s orders to preserve her people’s future
• Reina – Primlena’s Klock nickname.
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