Chapter 53 The Way of Desire ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The door opened right on schedule.
As I emerged from the room, my eyes swollen and red, the Imperial Guards were assembled in full. Ichimatsu, of course, was waiting for me. He had left earlier but had specifically returned to see me at the time of my departure.
”Did something painful happen?” he asked.
”Shut up. What could you possibly understand?”
”Judging by your appearance… Hmm. It seems you accomplished it successfully.”
Ichimatsu smiled with satisfaction, his wrinkled face creasing further. Tears still marked my cheeks; I had felt immense sympathy for Kaede-san’s pitiable circumstances. Thinking of her made the man before me, Ichimatsu, seem hateful, even though it wasn’t entirely his fault. The way things were here was beyond his control, but I couldn’t help but feel that way.
”Hee hee!” he chuckled. “It’s been years since I’ve felt this way. It was worth the high price!”
He wore a wide smile. He must have mistaken the traces of tears on my face for the scars of intimacy. He likely assumed the intercourse had been difficult and that I had been thoroughly defeated. In reality, my tears were from hearing sad stories and from the physiological response to prolonged exertion.
He looked at me and began to speak volubly, in high spirits.
”Regretting it? Ah, but you can’t speak of it, can you? Let’s save that for later. It’s been decades since I’ve brewed tea for a woman. I must hear the story. Or perhaps, to enjoy it repeatedly, it’s better to have it written down. Oh, how delightful!”
I felt pathetic, being laughed at in my miserable state. Ichimatsu clutched his sides with both hands, shaking as if he had indigestion.
”I don’t even want to see your face. That’s enough. You have a vulgar taste.”
”Don’t say that. I don’t dislike you, you know. You have courage, and your mind works well. However, experience is a teacher you haven’t met yet.”
I felt anger building. It wasn’t because I was being laughed at, but because he was someone who had done such terrible things to women. I understood that the era and common sense were different, and the standards of treatment were different. For these women, perhaps being close to a man and having food was happiness enough. Still, it wasn’t something I found amusing. Seeing the blank expressions on the faces of the older sisters from the Exploration Squad and the attendants standing nearby made my chest ache.
I glanced at Kaede-san, who stood beside me.
”Kaede-san…”
Kaede-san stood expressionlessly a half-step behind me, her head resting properly on my shoulder. She would soon be questioned in detail by Ichimatsu, who would mock my regret and fear. What would she say? Would she be praised or reprimanded?
”I will handle it appropriately. You need not concern yourself.”
”I see… Please don’t worry about me. Just say what you think is best, Kaede-san.”
”Your consideration is greatly appreciated.”
As we exchanged glances, Sow-san and Trash-san cut between us.
”Move,” Sow-san commanded, shoving Kaede-san.
She was pushed quite hard, stumbling. Kaede-san, being a Psionic Power user with a strong core, seemed to deliberately let herself be pushed away.
”Don’t come any closer,” Sow-san glared at her.
She had been happy to see me emerge safely from the door, but Sow-san quickly noticed something was wrong. Seeing the tear tracks, the other Imperial Guards immediately surrounded me protectively.
”Get any closer to the young master, and I won’t show any mercy,” Sow-san warned, adopting a defensive posture.
Maggot-san casually knelt before me, wiping away the tear tracks with a handkerchief. It felt strangely motherly.
Sow-san faced the strangely laughing man, her slender body standing tall as she hid me behind her. The timidity she’d shown when Ichimatsu had yelled at her before was gone, replaced by a strong will to protect me.
A middle-aged man and a stubborn boy. And a beautiful woman. Considering Kaede-san’s age and the common sense of this world, sexual intercourse was impossible. A maid in her forties and a pure noble becoming intimate was something that wouldn’t even be depicted in stories; it was beyond imagination in this pre-modern setting. The man would undoubtedly refuse, making intimacy impossible.
However, judging by the state of me and Ichimatsu, it was clear that something untoward had occurred.
The contract stipulated that I could not be touched or harmed without my consent. He wouldn’t do that, but perhaps he could have tricked me into something close to it with clever words…
Sow-san seemed to realize this.
”Ichimatsu-sama. The time you promised has now passed. We will take our leave.”
”A woman dares to speak to me without permission? Hmph, fine. I am in a good mood right now.”
”…Excuse us.”
Sow-san turned her back to him, radiating anger. She had bowed her head as a matter of etiquette, but she was clearly furious. She hadn’t expected me to go through anything difficult.
”Young master.”
”I can’t say. But I’m fine. These were happy tears. There were sad circumstances, but I was allowed to do something very good, so don’t worry.”
”Kuh…”
I replied as Maggot-san helped me blow my nose. She endured her anger, muttering curses like “damn it” and “beast” under her breath, but my words seemed to calm her slightly.
After that, I was quickly put into a palanquin and taken to my private room. Even in the private room, I couldn’t be questioned, so a doctor and an old woman examined my body and laid me on the bed.
I was quite tired. All the strength had drained from my body, and I felt like I could collapse at any moment.
”Ah, that felt good. I want to do it again. Will I get muscle pain?”
It was still evening, but I fell asleep without even eating dinner.
That day did not end there. The Imperial Guards were concerned about me, but unable to get information, they were frustrated. There were movements to investigate matters around Ichimatsu to ascertain what had happened to me.
I conveyed that I wanted them to try not to worry too much. It was still unclear what he was thinking when he approached me, but it was genuinely a spontaneous test of courage, and at least from a single instance, there was no ulterior motive. Moreover, it was like gaining an excellent relay point for spy activities in the neighborhood.
In terms of pride, I was satisfied. If there was a beautiful woman that men overlooked, I couldn’t just leave her be. I would try to get close to her. In other words, I reaffirmed that I had the common sense of an ordinary man who would pursue someone if they were attractive enough.
I didn’t want to be tainted by common sense that shouldn’t be embraced. To prevent myself from becoming arrogant like the popular men of this world in the distant future, this was a pride I absolutely had to maintain. I didn’t want to become someone who embraced a different woman every day and didn’t even feel grateful. I wouldn’t become like those people who looked down on others because they were townspeople, servants, or older women.
Even if it meant taking risks, I wanted to be with women. I had to keep practicing that. That was my origin. Cute girls were worth that effort.
But at the same time, it pained me to cause concern for the people around me.
There had been no further correspondence with Ichimatsu, so his circumstances were unknown. However, I was relieved that even if men disliked each other, it wouldn’t escalate to murder in this world.
I had caused considerable mental strain for my Imperial Guards. But as time passed and they saw me living carefree, their anxiety gradually faded.
”Young master…”
”What?”
”No. It’s nothing.”
”There, there, Sow-san. Come here.”
”…Young master, I’m not a child.”
Conversations like these happened occasionally, but as they saw me living happily without any reservations, the topic gradually faded.
If I were to accidentally mention it, I would be burned to death by a dragon for violating my duty of confidentiality, so the events of that day became a forbidden topic among the Imperial Guards.
Still, the matter lingered, and though it seemed forgotten, it continued to weigh on their hearts like a silent burden.
”They’re just pitiful… I hope I can talk about it someday. Maybe after my contract expires and the others pass on…?”
I thought that showing my usual cheerful self was the best remedy, so I stopped dwelling on the Imperial Guards’ indignation.
One day, I was alone with Cult Slut-san in the learning room. Today was a continuation of our sex education lesson.
The room was arranged like a classroom with desks and chairs, and the lights were deliberately dimmed, making it dim.
Thinking about the low ethics and the value of life made me depressed, but women always comforted me. I was truly pathetic. Frankly, I was getting used to it lately, but it was still a world where escapism was necessary. I couldn’t drink alcohol yet, and I had no stress relievers like music or reading.
The sensitivity of a child, the imagination of an adult, and the circumstances of the pre-modern era combined to assault my emotions.
”I’m always sorry…”
”Ah, don’t apologize. Please, ah…”
I held Cult Slut-san’s waist and pressed against her from behind. In the empty room, a lewd watery sound echoed.
The sound of wet intercourse.
It was meltingly pleasant, and she leaned against the wall, her buttocks facing me. We were connected, entwined like close childhood friends. It was an innocent sex, like two delicate children holding hands to walk through a difficult world.
Her intimate moisture clung to the mucous membranes of her secret parts, frothing and spilling over.
”Just this once…! This is the last time! Ah, ah, ah. No, no, this is…”
”But I’m worried. I need to be absorbed in something so I don’t get anxious. About war, about how cheap human lives are. Knowing that Cult Slut-san is here makes me feel safe. Seriously.”
”Ugh… Don’t make that sad face.”
Cult Slut-san turned to me, her hands still on the wall. Her loose undergarments, puffed out like hakama, had slipped down, revealing a girl’s flawless buttocks. They were as beautiful a curve as her exquisite face. Her pure white buttocks were flushed red against her skin, and they felt so smooth and pleasant to the touch that my hand almost sprang forth. I wanted to stain them with my dirty fluids.
I grabbed her buttocks and pressed my body against her like an animal.
”I’ll be careful not to break the membrane. Just for today. I promise I won’t ask again.”
”Okay, okay, ah… Ah, it feels good. Ugh… No, no. Just for today…!”.
I advanced my hips to the limit of her membrane’s tension.
*Gryo. Gucho…*
My tip widened her narrow flesh.
”Agu!”
I leaned onto her body and squeezed her breasts hard through her clothes. My thin fingers dug into the soft mounds. I dug my nails in and pulled her body against mine repeatedly.
The sound of wetness came from our joined bodies.
”Ah, ugh…”
Cult Slut-san cried. Tears flowed from her delicate eyes, and she sniffled regretfully, letting out hoarse cries.
”No… We can’t keep doing this. Ugh, sniffle. Hic…”
”I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
”No. Ah, ah. I need to be stronger…”
*Pachu. Pachu.*
*Grigri.*
”Augh. I love you, I love you… but this…”
”I love you too, Cult Slut-san.”
Her vaginal entrance was narrow. I moved my hips shallowly, fitting only the part before the glans, and roughly stirred her insides.
Cult Slut-san loved having her vaginal entrance stimulated. I loved that about her.
Forget it. I can’t hold back anymore. I really want to thrust all the way in. If I keep holding back like this, I’ll go crazy.
”Ah, ah… it feels so good! Teaching such things to someone so young… I… Ugh. Ah, ah, augh…”
”Just for today! I’m sorry.”
”No, more. I want more… Ugh. No, just for today. Just for today. But I love Your Lordship so much…”
Cult Slut-san shook her head and buttocks left and right, tears scattering.
Her seductive, alluring back was visible. She arched her back to the fullest, accepting me into her flesh-cup in the way that felt best. Each thrust of my entwined penis brought immense pleasure. When viewed from behind, Cult Slut-san’s torso looked like a sex toy created by God to produce pleasure.
I thrust my hips frantically, stroking her head.
”Ugh. Ah, ah… Ah!”
Cult Slut-san cried out as if she were on drugs.
”Ah, ah! Ahh, good. It feels good. Ah, ah, augh…”
”It feels good. The best. It’s narrow inside…”
”Ah! Ugh. More, please rub harder…”
It was a cry like a baby’s.
I continued thrusting to comfort her. She was crying, her face covered in tears and snot. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and somehow, I felt saved.
I thrust my penis as far as I could into her, trying not to be discovered.
*Bachun. Buchi.*
*Byu. Byuu, byu…*
”Baby, not yet. Not until you’re married. Just let me be happy… My duty isn’t finished yet… Ah. Ugh, it’s coming out. Ugh…”
Her hymen had completely broken.
My glans perfectly met the deepest part of her flesh.
What a wonderful feeling.
I could feel the bell-shaped opening of my tip meeting her cervix, directly receiving my semen like a kiss.
Looking between her buttocks, I saw the red blood flowing from her broken hymen.
”Crap. It’s coming out. It’s still overflowing.”
”Ugh… Fu, fu… Ugh, ugh… Don’t thrash, please…”
Every time my penis bounced, it scraped against the inner walls of her vagina. Cult Slut-san endured it, biting her lip.
”Please. Be good, it feels good…”
And then, to calm my essence within her womb, she gently stroked her stomach. It was as if she were caressing the penis inside her body from the outside.
”Don’t be naughty. Be a good boy, a good boy. Ugh, ugh…”
She seemed to truly care for me, which was very reassuring. From her wet, convulsing cleavage, a watery liquid spurted out several times. The body fluid mixed with blood and semen was hairpin-colored.
She was still confused by the pleasure. I quickly took out a spray-type medical treatment from my clothes and inserted it into her vagina, replacing my penis.
Then I sprayed the medicine inside.
”…Did… did something happen? …Sniffle.”
”No, it’s nothing.”
She turned to me.
”More importantly, can I move a little longer?”
”Y-yes…”
Cult Slut-san nodded cutely. Satisfied, I slowly entered her again and enjoyed myself.
This was a medical treatment drug from a high-grade mystical object. I had a lot of it, as Trash-san had multiplied it for me from our previous exploration.
One bottle was quite expensive, but she seemed to find it easier to multiply medical treatment drugs than weapons.
Hymen can regenerate immediately after breaking if treated. This is information I got from Maggot-san, so it’s reliable. I don’t know how she confirmed it, though.
Right now, in her vagina, where bodily fluids were accumulating, the process of hymen regeneration and containment of my seed should be progressing.
Okay, with this, there will be no discomfort.
As I calmed down a bit, we caught our breath. As my mind cleared, Cult Slut-san’s face began to look pale.
”I felt something very deep inside just now, could it be…”
”It’s okay. Why don’t you check?”
She placed her hand on her inner thigh and let out a sigh of relief.
”…Oh, it’s true.”
”Then, could you clean up the yang energy?”
”W-wait. I can’t stand… Yes, then, with your mouth, right? I’ll clean it up right away.”
”Crap, blood. Ah, sorry, never mind. I’ll handle it myself.”
”…Is that so? Understood.”
There was a little blood on my penis and lower abdomen, so I cleaned myself. I also carefully wiped her to erase the evidence.
I also started cleaning the room.
It took quite some time to clean thoroughly and leave no trace, not even a fragment.
After we had intimately mingled, I touched her hair and cheeks, and hugged her lightly.
It was good to leave everything to Maggot-san afterward and just discard her, but doing this made me feel like I had become a kind and generous man to women.
…Well, it only makes me feel that way.
Besides, this world doesn’t have “scumbags” in the first place.
Cult Slut-san is happy, and it’s fine.
”Buddha, I can die content now. So please protect this child alone.”
Then, Cult Slut-san offered her thanks to the deities.
She jingled her prayer beads in both hands, praying to something I couldn’t see.
This mysterious ritual she performed every time lately.
I probably think she’s gotten into some strange religion again.
* * *
Why was I thrusting into Cult Slut-san in the first place?
It was because I couldn’t hold back any longer during the sex education lesson that started coinciding with my coming of age.
She was too cute explaining general intercourse with women.
And, I begged her again and again to let me do it. It was the first time since that day in the tea room.
When I pitifully appealed for sympathy, she couldn’t bear to refuse and forgave me. She’s a truly wonderful girl.
I owe Cult Slut-san more than I can say.
”Haa… This is really the last time. I absolutely cannot do this anymore. Even if we do this, it will only hurt Your Lordship. You must become a proper, chaste male.”
”Do you hate being with me?”
”N-no, that’s not it! Don’t misunderstand, please!”
When I asked in a cowardly way, Cult Slut-san immediately became flustered and spoke rapidly.
Yes, even though she’s scolding me like this, I feel like I can do it with her again.
”It’s just… I feel sorry to all the guards. And… it feels like I’m toying with a young male. I’m in a position to guide Your Lordship correctly, but I feel so pathetic…”
”Sorry, sorry, I was just saying.”
”You don’t need to apologize. But, um. Let’s try to endure it together.”
Cult Slut-san said, looking a little dejected.
She was happy with our intimacy, but she felt guilty about it. Conversely, my mental state was rapidly recovering.
”It’s okay. I’m sure we can endure it.”
She smiled cheerfully.
Her beautiful face bloomed like a flower.
I decided to reflect honestly. I didn’t want to see her sad face.
* * *
We resumed the lesson with a sense of fulfillment, as if we had taken a deep breath of pure air on a beautiful plateau.
Yes, I should study seriously. It was just a mood change through sex.
Is the lesson efficiency good? Or is it good…?
However, by evening, I had finished learning about the manners of men and women. The order was reversed, but the sex education course was complete.
Preparation of genitals, method of insertion, how to stimulate oneself and fulfill one’s duty as a male.
As usual, my learning speed was fast, a knowledge cheat that completed two years’ worth of lectures in two weeks.
Now, I have the knowledge to interact with ordinary women.
After marriage and shedding my virginity, I will finally be able to be with the girl I like as much as I want.
In Kujukuri, adult men have a duty to embrace ordinary women two or three times a month.
Women are certified by the government office and await that day to be impregnated by men.
Of course, it’s a deep impregnation.
Females who have semen in their stomachs will almost certainly become pregnant. The success rate is 100%, and there are no exceptions for healthy men and women.
It is encouraged to do it more, so I will probably do it every day.
I can’t wait for that day.
I also made an interesting discovery.
I learned long ago that there is a reason why the population can be maintained even with such a skewed gender ratio, and I delved deeper into it.
Surprisingly, a female can become pregnant multiple times from a single intercourse.
”Semen storage sac, huh?”
”It’s a common organ for animals. Many animals, including humans, have it.”
”I see.”
Cult Slut-san gave me new knowledge.
Females in this world have an organ called a semen storage sac.
It is a sac-like internal organ about 3 centimeters long, located near the ovaries.
When a male releases sperm into the vagina, the female keeps the sperm in a healthy state for several years.
The semen storage sac is a semen storage pack.
Then, the female can ovulate at her desired timing and meet the sperm and egg expelled from the semen storage sac to achieve fertilization.
Normally, the implantation rate per intercourse is less than 10%, but by saving semen, this process can be repeated artificially.
This time, the couple had bad compatibility, so let’s try the next ovulation. That’s the idea.
This way, pregnancy is guaranteed.
And since the semen storage sac can retain sperm for multiple pregnancies, a female can become pregnant multiple times from a single intercourse until the stored semen is used up.
I remember C*mslut saying something about fixing my seed in her stomach inside a tree hollow.
I thought that was her ability, but was it related to this?
It remains a mystery.
…I thought it was a bit alien.
But it’s completely invisible unless you get a CT scan, and I stopped thinking about it over time.
While being taught, I realized that the semen storage sac is a function that some creatures in my previous life possessed.
Modern humans have lost this organ, but some animals have semen storage sacs, or two uteruses, and rabbits can mate again while pregnant, achieving double pregnancy.
The most prominent example of semen storage is ants.
Queen ants that mate with males can keep sperm fresh for over ten years and continue to lay eggs.
The fact that human sperm numbers in the hundreds of millions is probably a remnant of the original life before branching out.
If you think about it, some fish species also have the ability to store sperm for extended periods, similar to the semen storage sac.
It’s a mystery of living creatures.
I decided to think positively.
It felt a little strange, but the females were not at fault, and it was invisible anyway.
In fact, I hadn’t noticed it myself.
”So, since we’re here, I was thinking of asking Cult Slut-san some sexually harassing questions, what do you think?”
”…Huh? Um.”
It’s better to think of it as a characteristic of a slightly unusual girl, which is mentally better.
I decided to enjoy this as well.
”Hey. So, are you storing my seed too, Cult Slut-san?”
”Th-that’s…”
She hesitated at my question.
I asked it with the tension of a creepy old man asking a female employee about her menstrual cycle.
Cult Slut-san was obviously finding it difficult to answer.
”What happens if I ejaculate twice in a row? Does the excess overflow because the capacity isn’t enough? Also, where does it get absorbed from? I’m curious.”
I asked rapidly. It was a barrage of sexually harassing questions.
I think I’m giving off a pretty sticky vibe. The higher the viscosity, the better in these situations.
If she’s storing it, then my released semen must be floating in the organ behind her uterus right now.
I was very curious.
Cult Slut-san’s face turned bright red, and she looked down.
”That, well… Why are you asking such things?”
She asked me back.
It felt like her whole body was radiating an unwillingness to answer.
Yes, this is it.
It seems like this kind of question has that nuance.
Cult Slut-san looked very displeased, and I was a little amused. The highlight of her lessons is this kind of moral harassment attack.
”We just learned about it in class. I don’t want it to end with just theoretical knowledge; I want to know about the cases of people close to me.”
If anything, it’s because the embarrassed Cult Slut-san is cute and erotic.
I decided to use the mask of a good student to cover it up.
Since she was flustered, I attacked in my usual way.
”I want to ask you, Cult Slut-san, because it’s you.”
”Because it’s me?”
”You’re the teacher I trust the most.”
”I am… the most trusted teacher…”
When I said that, she repeated the words as if savoring them.
Her mouth was slightly smiling.
After a while, she overcame her sense of shame.
Or rather, her heart might have broken.
Her face looked like it was emitting steam from fever.
”Where do you suck it from? Well, there’s a small hole next to the womb sac… That’s where it comes from.”
”Womb sac means uterus? Is there an intake near the cervix?”
”Um. Yes, that…”
”Teach me properly. It’s a lesson, after all.”
I pressed her with a strong attitude.
”Teach me. I want to know.”
”Ugh, ugh.”
”Please. I want to study properly.”
Her resistance this time was fierce, and she turned bright red, but when I continued to ask with a serious attitude, she hesitantly confessed.
Cult Slut-san feels embarrassed by these things, but she also has a strong sense of responsibility as a teacher. In other words, it’s fun to sexually harass her.
I listened intently to her explanation in a small voice.
”Well, it’s a female organ… The hole near the entrance of the small sac is called the storage mouth. It connects to the storage tube, and there’s a sac behind the small sac that contracts like a stomach.”
I nodded at her words.
Then she hunched her shoulders, but I, like a persistent oil stain, didn’t let go.
”So you drink the seed from there. What does that feel like?”
”What does it feel like… It’s a little pleasant, and you feel happy… Ugh, why do you care so much about these things?”
”I see. So it’s voluntary exercise.”
According to her explanation, the semen storage sac does have sensation.
It has fine nerves, so she can sometimes feel a very slow movement. It’s not just for Cult Slut-san. Females who have received mercy feel the presence of the seed inside them, feel happy as if they are holding an unborn baby, and remember the male.
Also, the semen storage sac secretes nutrient fluid to nourish the sperm.
It’s like mother’s milk given from the cellular stage, she said.
”…I’m a little curious about the taste. Is it different from breast milk?”
I felt like I could cry and beg one of the Imperial Guards to cut open my stomach and let me drink it…
No, no.
My thoughts have completely turned into those of a medieval evil noble.
I must not let my personality be swayed by my current status.
”Sorry, sorry. I’m okay now. I learned a lot. Thank you.”
”Ugh, ugh… I’m glad I could be of help.”
I ended today’s lesson with a sense of new mystery.
The more I learn about women, the more questions arise.
I said goodbye to the limp Cult Slut in front of my private room.
”Well then, thank you for your hard work today. Please keep warm and rest.”
”See you later.”
* * *
As a review of today, after the lesson ended, I decided to conduct a semen storage survey.
I would meet the older sisters and ask them if they were storing my semen.
I was a man who did not neglect his preparatory review.
”Hmm, I’m curious. I wonder what’s going on there.”
First, my favorite, Maggot-san.
After her day’s work, she comes to report on the Imperial Guard’s activities.
For ordinary men, meetings are tedious, so reports are in writing, but I always request a verbal report.
When I saw Maggot-san, I confirmed that there was no one around and led her into my room.
”Maggot-san, are you storing my semen?”
”Did you get a lecture from Cult Slut?”
”Yeah!”
”Of course. Although I know it’s presumptuous of me…”
Maggot-san answers my sudden question easily.
Even though I asked something so nerve-wracking out of the blue, I got an immediate response.
This is as bad as suddenly asking, “When is your ovulation day?”
”I knew it. Well, it’s only natural for Maggot-san.”
”Yes.”
I hugged Maggot-san, and she gently accepted me with her breasts, wrapping both hands around my back.
I’m still small, so my head came right up to her chest.
”Oof. Yeah, this is it.”
Wrapped in her warm body temperature and a brain-meltingly good fragrance.
Beautiful girls are good, but the charm of an older sister with large breasts is unbearable.
If it came down to the last two people, I would definitely want to take Maggot-san to a deserted island.
She ran her hand through my hair, looking a little apologetic.
”Each time I receive your mercy, I store it until my belly is full, but I feel sorry that there is excess Shiratsuyu…”
She faltered.
It was painful, and she fell silent, looking as if she had asked something she shouldn’t have.
Well, it means she’s discarding the excess, even if it’s painful.
If I were to be cynical, she could sell the semen regurgitated from the semen storage sac to the city’s populace, but she wouldn’t do that.
”Oh, right. I have a request for Maggot-san.”
While I was at it, I asked if I could feel the location of the semen storage sac, and she gave me permission immediately.
About 1 cm behind the cervix, there was a 2 mm hole, and it felt squishy.
It’s interesting. I didn’t notice it at all during insertion.
I forgave Maggot-san for wasting my semen and let her go.
* * *
”I have something to ask Trash-san!”
”What is it?”
When I asked Trash-san, she lightly tapped my head.
Well, the excuse of intellectual curiosity learned in class doesn’t work on her. She probably knows it’s just a lewd feeling.
I smiled, seeing her finally break her usual master-servant demeanor. She realized her slip and apologized profusely, but I didn’t mind.
Seeing my cheerful demeanor, Trash-san’s face turned red, and she whispered the truth.
…So, everyone is storing it.
My proud Elder Sister is also cute when she’s scolding me.
If it were the last two people in the world and we had to live on a deserted island, it would definitely be Trash-san.
She is my favorite.
* * *
And so on, and so forth, tomorrow is the day a large-scale battle will finally begin.
The biggest battlefield in the southern town’s front line is ground combat.
But I need to look at the back, inside the dungeon.
South of Kujukuri Town are Isumi Town and Kamogawa Town.
The first layer of the dungeon called ‘Uncanny Valley,’ which straddles these two towns.
A world of deep fog.
The battle in the gorge of writhing innards will begin.
I was concerned that the happy days where I could do such foolish things might come to an end.”
Notes:
• Ichimatsu – A high-ranking figure associated with the Imperial Guard, mentioned as having spineless guards around him, with no further details provided.
• Kaede – A female psionic explorer known as Necksplitter, is a veteran assassin and messenger of Lord Ichimatsu. Her appearance is both young and old, with gray hair streaked through black and vibrant, unlined skin. She is graceful yet carries the fatigue of a long life in war, resembling an old hunting dog. Her psionic ability is mysterious and potentially dangerous.
• 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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