Chapter 48 Ritual for Vocal Slut-san and Flatty-chan
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The southern part of Kujukuri Town, where I live, had started buzzing with rumors of war and unrest. Even without any official announcement from the town, stories had already trickled in from other regions, and it seemed like no one could keep their mouths shut. It felt harsh that a full mobilization order came so late, right before everything kicked off.
A bit more time had passed since that dungeon exploration. Since then, my days had filled with sinking into decadent acts with Maggot-san or sitting through Cult Slut-san’s lessons on s*xual theory.
I wanted hands-on practice, but when I said it, Cult Slut-san got angry. Her promise of ‘just once’ didn’t seem empty.
Teasing Cult Slut-san, who acted like a proper teacher, felt guiltily fun. I thrilled at feeding her lines that made her eyes spin—like needing her guidance or it being her duty as an education officer. When we checked body parts from the textbook, she touched me with a deep blush. I couldn’t help but let out fluid that landed on her hand—a truly elegant moment.
By the way, during those lessons, I learned why Maggot-san hadn’t gotten pregnant despite us having s*x without protection so many times. The female body held some truly lewd secrets. Since this tied into keeping the population going in this world, I planned to review it whenever I had free time.
My morning routine included visiting Yukari-san’s office while she worked, pinching her nipples hard—pure hobby. Each visit brought more exorcism goods and darker circles under her eyes, making her pitiful. What if I pinched her nipples off?
”Selecting a replacement, huh? And picking new Imperial Guards for the Oath of Fealty Ritual,” I said, kicking my feet against the bed while flipping through the documents she handed me.
I munched rations like snacks, turning pages, but numb fingers crumbled food onto the bedsheet. Paralyzed fingers were a hassle.
”Hmm, this feels kinda fun, like I’m judging an idol audition,” I added with a grin.
The papers listed profiles of potential Imperial Guards—hundreds of women aged mid-teens to early twenties, from top students to graduates. Each entry included family background, grades, skills, hobbies, and tastes. Males reviewed these when replacing a lost Imperial Guard.
Recommendations from existing Imperial Guards mattered, but the male’s will came first. In extreme cases, even a townsperson could be recruited—a real Cinderella story.
”No photos or visual info… That’s just incompetent…” I grumbled, tossing the documents onto the desk beside the bed.
How was anyone supposed to pick based on looks without seeing them? It hit me again that a regular male’s judgment standards had nothing to do with s*xual desire. Putting the thickness of a female’s family estate at the top of the list? That seemed off.
This was about replacement personnel.
Honestly, having more opposite sx around me sounded simply great. But accepting the vacancy left by Cmslut meant I struggled with it for ages before deciding against adding a new Imperial Guard. Truth be told, I threw a fit about this with the Imperial Guards. Even if it meant more work for them, I just didn’t want to choose. They accepted it without a word.
I decided to forget it, only thinking about it if someone brought it up.
”A new Psionic Power… Though the ability that shows up is random anyway. It doesn’t matter who I pick, really. Well, I’ve already chosen, though,” I muttered.
For my Imperial Guards, this was the real issue.
With war near, my Imperial Guards fell short. Most males had three with Psionic Powers, but I only had a third of normal economic strength.
”‘Even in another world, money is justice,’”
War and life needed money—cash kept danger away.
I relied on Trash-san’s Psionic Power for funds, but it drained her stamina, trapping her out of dungeon explorations. Ichihara’s compensation helped temporarily, but our finances were unstable. With an uncertain future, money and energy were key. The Oath of Fealty Ritual to add Psionic Power-using Imperial Guards became urgent.
I learned this from overhearing desperate funding talks in the office.
They struggled to bring it up. Starting without family support, they scraped together war funds for rear roles, placed there due to payment.
If the war dragged on, town promises might break, drafting them to the front. Without money, they were stuck. I was their only emotional support.
Imperial Guards couldn’t ask males for the ritual. Saying ‘sacrifice for us because we’re broke’ was unthinkable. Without it, they were stuck.
I couldn’t watch, so I brought up the ritual. Talks moved fast. I met with Maggot-san, Trash-san, and all Imperial Guards.
We settled on Vocal Slut-san and Flatty-chan.
”It’s not that surprising, but why these two? Well, that’s just how it turned out…” I said, lying on my back in bed and raising both hands toward the ceiling.
My right pinky and ring finger were numb. I’d already lost nerves in my left pinky and ring finger—four fingers total.
I clenched my remaining six fingers, feeling loss. In exchange, I performed the ritual on Vocal Slut-san and Flatty-chan.
The ritual involved females taking nerves from males, gulping them with sacred sake. The power’s success depended on sensation loss—fingers, not toes, were used.
Flatty-chan analyzed mystical objects and dungeons in our squad, her frail build fitting her supporter role.
She broke down mystical objects like a craftsman, so we expected a money-making power for her—that’s why we picked her.
Her real strength was in that Psionic Power.
I looked expectantly at Flatty-chan, who tensed in front of me.
’Show me, Flatty-chan. Star of hope from the poor streets. Your true power,’
”What Psionic Power did you get, Flatty-chan?” I asked.
”S-Flatty-chan is set in stone, huh,” she replied. “I’ll show you right now.”
Every time I called her that, Sow-san pulled a sour face. The song impression stuck too hard—no helping it.
When I asked flatly, she lifted a plate with rations and citrus fruits, putting full effort into it.
”‘Nuhn!’”
The ration glowed brightly. When the light faded, one ration remained, color shifted, and the fruits vanished.
She held it out.
”Sorry to keep you waiting. Here you go.”
I picked up the larger block.
”‘Can I eat this?’”
”Yes,” she said.
I sniffed and stared at it, then took a bite.
”‘Orange flavor?’”
I rolled it in my mouth, a fresh fragrance filling my nose. I took another piece to confirm.
Delicious orange-flavored ration—the rich taste improved the texture.
”The flavor changed,” I said.
”When I use my Psionic Power, two things combine and their mystery (magical essence) shifts,” Flatty-chan explained. “The weight and shape transform to match the original materials. Um… how was the taste?”
I said it tasted great, and her face lit up. She eagerly explained her ability.
”In simple terms, it’s like a Psionic Power that fuses mystical objects together,” she said.
”Fusion, huh. That’s an interesting Psionic Power,” I replied.
”…Y-Yes! I think it’s a good one too,” she said, her cheeks flushing. “It’ll speed up my mystical object research for sure.”
”For now, try out all sorts of combos, and show me anything cool you make,” I told her.
”Thank you!” she cried, bowing her head hard and spilling out words of thanks for the power I’d given her.
It wasn’t just for orange-flavored food.
A power fusing mystical objects? Fascinating.
In a world driven by mystical objects, this ability was a jackpot—a critical hit for the economy.
I felt like I’d scored a research lab and PhD researcher. I’d added a mad scientist to my Imperial Guards.
She seemed loose on guard and ethics too, so I could probably sneak in some s*x when she let her defenses drop. On lazy days, I’d call her out for ‘research’ and develop erotic goods together. From now on, she’d be Doctor.
Vocal Slut-san and Flatty-chan gazed at me with hope and respect.
Their height difference made them look like a volleyball player and interviewer.
”You two, you showed real courage taking on the ritual,” I said. “You did great. As your master, it makes me want to step up so I’m not embarrassing you.”
”I’ll try even harder—way harder!” Vocal Slut-san burst out. “I’ll aim to be the best bodyguard!”
”For my hopes to turn into this straightforward Psionic Power… it’s all thanks to your pure heart, young master,” Flatty-chan added. “Such an honest, miracle-like ritual…”
Many males flipped out if they didn’t get their desired power.
My words carried weight since they didn’t know my true self. Even Sow-san teared up at my devoted lines.
I planned every word to build a humble image, closing the distance and making them unable to hold back their feelings. Then I’d reward them… with my seed.
Notes:
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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