Chapter 124 The One who Always Brings Bad News is You
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I watch the figure step out from the darkness. It’s Archangel. A bitter smile comes to my face. There was a chance it could have been Ethelena too. That is why I kept my words a bit unclear.
”When I am alone, I can somehow tell when more people show up,” she says.
In the deep quiet, I hear small sounds. Her breath. The soft rustle of clothes. The floor creaks a little. That is how I know. Even if Ethelena or Ichika hide, I would still know if I am alone. I look at Archangel as she lets out a sigh at my words. Then I ask about her business.
”Your sister, Seisouchou, came by earlier. She said to give the figure to you when you arrive.”
So I thought she would come soon. But I did not expect it on the same day, just at a different time.
(Hehe, it seems you already became friends with my older sister. I am happy.)
”Friends? I think it is a bit tricky,” I say.
From the start, she treated me like a playboy. In the original game, she acted like a normal woman. She gave the feel of a secretary more than a maid. But she had no lines.
”Well, I will make the figure now.”
(Please do!)
Her eyes shine as she stares at my hands. She looks like a child. It is cute. I want to meet that hope. I take out one piece of Mithril (silver metal) and use Crafting (magic skill). I focus hard. I picture Seisouchou in my mind. I feel the change in the metal. The skill worked. I open my eyes.
In my hand is the finished figure. Messy hair. A maid dress that hangs loose. She sits with legs to the side. The skirt is up high enough to show her thighs. The top is open. One breast shows. In her hand, she holds the glasses she always wears.
For some reason, it turned into an adult figure of Seisouchou.
”What the heck is this!?”
It feels like a punch from nowhere. Why did it turn out like this? This is the cover of a rare adult book from my old company. It shows Seisouchou in a bad way.
(…Tatara-san?)
”Eek!”
Her voice is low, like it crawls on the ground. I scream. I look slowly. Archangel smiles. A smile should not feel like an attack. It comes from showing teeth. That thought passes through my mind.
(Why did a statue of my sister’s shame come out?)
”No, I don’t know! I really don’t know!!”
Maybe, like with the god statues, if the person is not in front of me, it picks up strange signals?
(You must know! You are the one who made it!!)
”For this kind of Crafting, it pulls information from the world on its own! My will does not go into it!”
By the way, that book had rough play for Seisouchou. The end made me feel sick. I tried to forget it after reading. It hurt my mood. The big problem was that circle. They only made a pure love book with Archangel as the main girl. Then they made a netorare one next. I really wanted to hit the circle leader.
”Probably, if the person is not here, it gets weird signals. Next time, bring Seisouchou with you!”
(You mean… make an adult statue right in front of her? What a high-level play…)
”It was fine with Chef!”
(But maybe you like the older sister’s body type more…)
”If we talk about that, Archangel is my top choice!”
(Eh, ah… yes.)
I think I said something big without thinking. Archangel’s face turns red. She looks down.
(Uh, my sisters told me to meet you alone after a long time… why did it turn out like this? It is your fault, playboy!)
”My fault!?”
Archangel shakes her head fast. Then she comes close to me.
I made it because she asked. What is this now?
(Why do you not direct those feelings at me? I have known you the longest!)
”Because you saved me! Do not make fun of a man’s first love turned real!”
In my past life, when I played the game, I did want adult things with the main girls. But after I reincarnated, I do not feel that way anymore. Right after my first time, I did react to Archangel. But back then, guilt was stronger because of first love. Now, with Ethelena first, I have moved those feelings. So I do not have them for Archangel and the others.
(Then, try making a statue of the younger sister. If you look at her with kind eyes like a little sister, it should not turn adult!)
”I told you, my will does not go into the shape!”
True, I do feel like protecting Chef, like a sister. But it is clear what would happen if I make her statue without her here. Among the main girls, Chef had the most adult drawings by far.
(Come on, try it!)
”No, I have a bad feeling! I don’t want to!!”
(No good, you have to!!)
”You are strong with force too!?”
I cannot calm the excited Archangel. In the end, she pushes me to do the Crafting. A bad feeling fills my heart. But I see her quietly hold her sword. I sigh and take out Mithril. I focus.
I picture Chef in my mind. I pray it does not turn bad. Then I use the Crafting skill. I open my eyes slowly. Yes, Chef’s statue is there.
She lies on her back with arms and legs out. Her hair spreads on the floor. She wears the tight suit for Arcane Armor (magic suit). But it has damage. Parts are torn. One breast and her private area show clearly. This is the adult figure I feared. It is from the same circle’s book as Seisouchou one. It shows Chef losing to Goblins (monsters) and attacked by a group. Why do I keep pulling these?
(Hehe… so you look at my younger sister that way too, Tatara-san.)
”Don’t joke! I said I had a bad feeling!”
By the way, after reading that book, I started the game and killed at least 100 Goblins with Chef to let off steam. I regretted reading it because a friend told me to.
(You pervert, lewd Crafter!)
”Don’t make Crafter sound like a bad word!!”
I really won’t forgive that. Maybe because she feels my anger straight on, Archangel’s face changes. Has she calmed down at last?
(…Sorry, that was rude to Crafter.)
”Good if you understand. It is a fine job that makes useful things for people’s lives… don’t put it down.”
(You hate when people badmouth Crafter more than when they badmouth you. That seems off.)
”Not off. Making fun of Crafter is the same as making fun of the City Mayor or Master.”
(You only care about others…)
No, anyone would get angry if important people get insulted. This is just me putting my feelings first.
”From now on, I refuse to make sister statues when they are not here, okay?”
(I know… what to do with these statues? I don’t want to take them home, and I don’t want you to keep them.)
”Should I break them here?”
(I don’t like breaking statues of my sisters. Then I will take them home.)
She really loves her sisters. I like that side of her too. I put the two adult statues in my Inventory (storage space). Then I ask Archangel something on my mind.
”By the way, is this not about the god statue request?”
(Oh, that is fine. The two gods who want them seem sure you will make them during the festival time.)
Hmm, is there a scene during city festival prep where I give statues to the gods?
(I judged it is no problem for those two gods. But Tatara-san, you have a new problem. That worries me.)
”A new problem?”
I never thought she would say something so important at a time like this. When Archangel speaks, it usually means big trouble.
(Tatara-san, has anything changed for you lately?)
”…Too many things. Hard to say.”
(Well… like being able to do things you could not before.)
”One big thing just now. A few smaller ones a bit earlier.”
The big one is changing monster equipment. Earlier ones include reading spell formulas. Having a child with Ichika does not count, so I put that aside.
(I think that is the cause… Please listen with care.)
Archangel takes a deep breath first. I feel a bad feeling again. Too many bad feelings today.
(Tatara-san, if this goes on, your body will break down soon.)
”…What?”
My body… break down?
(Your body is pure human. Gods accept it. Ethelena-san shared life with you. But still, just human now.)
I stare at Archangel in shock as she keeps talking. My brain works hard to understand.
(Your soul is growing… or changing. The body is too weak to hold that power. It is fine now. But in a few months, the body will fail. You will fall sick and die.)
So, my soul broke world rules somehow. The body cannot keep up.
No, there is a way. This world has fixes in its rules.
”…So, if I do not do existence ascension in a few months, I die?”
(Yes. But one ascension is only a quick fix. It adds maybe ten years. The goal is level 100 at most.)
My max level is 60. I need to raise 40 more.
”Archangel, can I do existence ascension by going through this dungeon?”
(Yes. Like the people in this city. Beat the boss on certain floors to meet the needs.)
Good I live in Whirlwind (city name). Like in the game, beat the boss on the floor matching max level to meet one need. But I must raise my level to max too. Fighting near the boss room might work. But hard to finish in a few months.
”I do not know how to avoid exile from the world. And now I must ascend or die… This is hard.”
(That… yes.)
Archangel gives a hard-to-describe look at my words. She is meant to exile people. What can she say? Well, I will try asking.
”Archangel, what are the ways for me to stay in this world without exile?”
If she is system-side, she should have help info. I want to know this much.
(There are a few ways for Tatara-san to stay.)
She answers without pause. She does not seem controlled by the system. Good.
(One is to make a god core in your body and become a god.)
”That sounds impossible right away.”
(Hmm… I think Tatara-san could do it?)
Even if she says that, Alchemist’s Egg (alchemy tool) cannot make god-level power. Saint at best. Making an artificial god feels like a reason for exile. Gods here started the same, but now they may not accept it.
(One is to join with a god of the world and become one with it.)
”…That means I stop being me?”
(Yes. For you, you might keep your self. But you become part of the running system. You stop being human.)
Scary. So in past games, the god-killer who fell in love with a goddess got taken into the system to protect the world. I would become a machine that makes new rules?
(One is to get accepted by a god of the world and become their anchor. This is the way Tatara-san can most likely do.)
”Get accepted by a god…”
(Between us, the main gods who get faith here know you well. About three gods… If they accept you, no exile.)
That sounds scary, but if it lets me stay, that is best.
(The last one is to take power from us sisters.)
”No way. Why take from important friends?”
(…Hehe, Tatara-san would say that.)
Archangel smiles with kindness and sadness mixed. I made a sword to help her when her wings—symbols of power—were taken. I cannot take power from the main girls to save myself.
(But if Tatara-san really cannot… at least remember I can give myself.)
”Don’t joke. I wished happiness for you most. I do not want that from you.”
(That is why I want to give everything. Do not look down on a maid’s service mind?)
She says it with a playful tone. Anger rises a little. I would choose exile—even if it hurts Ethelena and others—over sacrificing her.
”I will never make you or the others a sacrifice.”
In the end, we go in circles. The talk ends there.
After the meeting that left me upset, the window taps softly. I look back. Cipher is there. I open it and let him in. The letter on his leg is from the merchant guild leader. The clock says 20:50. Just in time.
I open the letter. Three jobs to finish by the deadline.
One: Deliver a new still to the brewing guild.
One: Deliver calculators to the merchant guild.
One: Build a venue. Big job under the merchant guild leader’s watch. Dates to attend are listed.
I must contact ahead for the third. I circle a few early dates that work. I give it back to Cipher for another trip. He cries happily once and flies off. He is based on a bird of prey, so he can fly at night. I think that now, late as it is.
”Tatara, can I come in?”
A soft knock. Then Ethelena’s voice. I wonder what it is. I open the door. She stands there in a thin nightgown, holding a Tatara doll for some reason.
”What is it?”
”To check if we go exploring tomorrow, right?”
Well, I think about using tomorrow for city festival prep. I have a time limit now. I cannot take it slow. I should have asked how much time exactly. Worst case, I need Dahlia’s help to clear floor 60.
”I am thinking to use tomorrow for city festival prep. Or keep a promise to Sunny-chan.”
”Eh, a promise?”
”Yes, her house leaks in the rain. I thought to fix it.”
”…That is sad if you do not help.”
Ethelena thinks of Anna-chan and Nina-chan, I bet. But she decides Sunny-chan needs it.
”But with the Golems, it will take less than an hour. We can explore after if you want.”
”Hmm… then, shall we go?”
”Something up?”
”Well, I am the only one in the 20s for level. I feel a bit worried.”
Then maybe we should go down to floor 45 at once. I will talk to Yohira in the morning and decide. Tatia will come too. We need a plan for the bad smell from floor 35. Should I buy smell bags from the merchant guild? Or use body soap in a new way?
”Tatara?”
”No, for your level up, floors 41 and beyond are best. Harpy Queen (bird woman boss) needs strong power, but it should work.”
Gloriosa’s (flower gun) special shots should do it. If we have enough, they work on vampires too.
Spirit types from floor 45 have strong elements. It is risky. I want to gather element cores first. Then everyone can use element attacks.
”Let us talk with everyone tomorrow and decide?”
”Yes, good idea.”
That should end it. But for some reason, I hold Ethelena’s shoulder. I lead her to my room.
She does not say no. She puts the doll on my desk. Then we kiss.
Now the fear of death makes my body want her. In the dungeon, she and the others helped heal me in many ways. But it was not enough for my body.
Wet sounds fill the room. I rub her breasts over her clothes. No underwear. The thin cloth lets me feel the soft shape and hard tips.
We sit on the bed facing each other. She lifts her nightgown. She shows her skin. She planned this. No underwear below.
I touch her bare skin. I play with her full breasts. The skin feels better than any cloth. They are soft where my fingers sink in. They push back with firm shape. I never tire of them.
I bring my face close. My tongue traces them. I draw circles around the dark edges. I roll the tip. I go deeper to the base. She makes a confused sound from the dull feel.
I get bold. I press lips between her breasts and suck. She cries out loud from the sudden touch. She tries to pull away. I hold her back and pull her close. I lift my face. Now I kiss her lips.
She pushes her tongue in. We twist them together. Her skill comes from succubus blood. But she always keeps that shy way. It makes me excited. I cannot hold back.
I pull out my manhood. It stands tall. It waits to go inside her. She swallows hard when she sees it. Then she climbs on me.
We face each other. She sits down and takes me in. In this seat, we move like we cannot get enough. She twists her hips. She squeezes me from below. I push up into her.
We bite lips. Tongues play. Every mouth fills with joy.
I reach my limit first. I thrust hard up. I release deep inside. Her inside moves to catch every drop. It milks me until nothing is left.
”…Sorry, the near-death made me want you.”
”Hm?”
After release, my mind calms like a wise man. Guilt comes for wanting her body. But Ethelena acts slow. Like her usual child way.
”Hee hee, Tatara is hopeless.”
She hugs me tight. It feels like a mother soothing a child.
”Today, I thought Tatara would die.”
The fight against the Immortal King left us battered. I took the worst of it—a gut stab that nearly ended me. Tatia absorbed heavy damage too, but they glossed over my self-destruct bomb in the retelling. Went easy on that detail.
”Magic patched you up, but if it had been too late… I was ready to die with you. I got so scared, my mind went blank.”
Her words came out childlike, raw. This was her bottled-up cry, held in all day because I survived.
”See? Even sharing life force terrifies me. The thought of losing Tatara… it breaks me.”
”…No one is immune to fearing loss of someone precious.”
The heroes of old all grieved loved ones. It scarred them. If even the strong ones ached, how could weaklings like us be any different?
”Right. It’s okay to be afraid.”
”Yes, that’s normal.”
I reassured her. She rested her forehead on my shoulder, the tension easing.
”Then, Tatara.”
”Yeah?”
”Spill what you’re hiding. It must be terrifying, right?”
Her voice dropped low, sending a chill through me. She knew… How?
I sighed. “I just got a divine message—right before the fight. Please, take it at that.”
I laid out the Archangel’s warning: my body crumbling soon, the paths to avoid exile from this world.
”Understood. I’ll loop in Torakuma and the others. At least to floor 90.”
”Hold on.”
That was way too ambitious. We were only at floor 60.
”But stopping there means just thirty years with you.”
”Is that a normal human lifespan here?”
Life was fragile—danger claimed people young. Fifty made you ancient. Elves casually hit a thousand, warping everyone’s sense of time.
”First, let’s get everyone to floor 50. We need gear for the Spirit King.”
Essential for diving with Tatia. Those rare bosses gave trash exp but god-tier drops. The King’s core would trivialize elemental defenses and supercharge Ethelena’s Lonisera bow evolution.
”But drag your feet, and our child loses a father too soon.”
That struck deep.
”We both lost our parents. I won’t let a kid feel that emptiness.”
”No arguing there.”
I’d lost mine young. Inflicting that on my own child? Unforgivable. I had to survive until they could stand alone.
”Fine, tell Torakuma tomorrow. Aim for floor 60 first.”
”…Okay, add ten years at a time. But for your safety, clear floor 50 solid.”
I pushed the nearer milestone. My ascension demanded max level too—hitting 60 before floor 51 was brutal. Floor 50 unlocked elemental weapons to ease the grind. Gear was non-negotiable. Time was slipping.
”Geez, you really bury the important talks.”
”I only just confirmed it?”
She nailed me. I mumbled excuses, guilt gnawing. I’d planned to stay silent.
”Muu, really sorry?”
”Take this as my apology—I’ll spill everything tomorrow?”
”No way!”
She huffed, firm.
”Then, here’s your chance to make me sorry!”
She lifted off me. My length slipped free—we’d been talking with it still inside. Way too casual.
She vanished from the room. Five minutes later, back she came.
Gold chains guarded the bare essentials. Red armor plated her breasts, shoulders, arms, waist, crotch, shins, and feet. With those back wings, she was a dragon warrior incarnate.
Ethelena posed in the bikini armor we’d looted from the dungeon depths.
”You’re the villain terrorizing the nearby town!”
She channeled a righteous hero, here to slay the evil lord.
”Heh heh heh. A rare visitor. What business do you have with me?”
”The townsfolk begged me to stop you. Surrender peacefully, or face pain!”
I slipped into demon lord mode. Ethelena dove in headfirst—she loved these games.
”You think that scant power can touch me?”
”Don’t underestimate me! I’m incredibly strong!”
She charged. I could lose if I tried, but raw stats? Only her speed edged me out. She reined it in, careful not to hurt me. I mirrored, unleashing just enough. A gentle grip on her wrist.
”Brave little fool. But not nearly enough!”
”Wha— Kyah!?”
I flipped us effortlessly, hugging her from behind. My hand slid under the chest guard—barely covering her peaks—and teased. I nudged the high-cut bottom aside, fingers dancing on her most sensitive spot.
”Heh heh heh. You battle in a body built to tempt men. Hilarious, calling yourself a warrior. You’d suit a pleasure slave far better.”
”Wh-what, hyan!?”
Pleasure sparked from my touches—peaks and core. Her sweet moans escaped. Legs buckled. I guided her to the bed, pressing my rigid length against her entrance from behind.
”See? Fight back, or I’ll claim you.”
”Uh… stop, please stop!!”
”Blame your weakness for challenging me.”
I thrust in, role-play fueling the fire. She was slick, ready.
”Ha, perfect fit. You’ve taken men before, haven’t you? That lover of yours?”
”Uh, higu… so cruel…”
I stuck to the villain script. She played shocked, body yielding to the invasion.
”Or whored yourself to strangers on your journeys?”
”No, that’s wrong… I’ve only ever had one!”
”Oh, he fumbled the ultimate prize… a real man?”
I leaned into her act, dishing more taunts.
”Don’t insult the one I love… aan!”
”Ha, your mouth protests, but your body begs!”
”Wrong, it’s not… someone, help…”
Her voice cracked, edging toward real tears. Act or not? Last time I paused, she pouted. Push through.
”Where’s that fierce warrior who vowed to slay me? Reduced to pathetic whimpers!?”
”Nooo, help… Tataraaa!”
”Ku ha ha ha! So that’s your beloved’s name, warrior wench!?”
I matched her desperation, pinning her arms. Hips accelerated—sharp slaps echoing. Her depths clenched, milking me toward the edge.
”Time for your lesson.”
”What, stop… don’t thrust like that…”
”Wench… no, Ethelena. I am Tatara. The Tatara who swore a promise the day you departed your homeland.”
”…Eh?”
I dropped the reveal. Her face went blank—too immersed? Had to be acting.
”Those scum in town plotted to violate you, Ethelena. I couldn’t forgive it. I slaughtered them all. Now they brand me demon lord… such is filthy human nature!”
”Wrong… I wasn’t deceived…”
”Even if you strike me down, more await in town to claim you. Yield to me, Ethelena. Become my bride!”
Lines blurred with the building climax—hard to improvise mid-thrust.
”Here, take my deepest gift. Bear my child!!”
”Iyaaaa!!”
I buried to the hilt, unleashing everything. Ecstasy crashed in waves, seed flooding her core. I shifted from restraint to a tender back embrace, pulsing out the end.
Her walls rippled, drawing every drop. Bliss whited out my thoughts. Legs gave. We tumbled, her atop me, chests heaving.
”…Those lines exhausted me.”
”But you were all in?”
”You’re one to talk.”
We rearranged, Ethelena sprawled face-down on my chest. She ribbed my dialogue, but she’d matched my immersion. Admit it, and she’d brand me the pervert.
”Hey, Tatara.”
”Hm?”
”What if I got pregnant at school?”
”Punish the offender. If the father’s a student too, double down on both.”
Her face hardened. No precedents—school couples kept it hidden. Caught in impurity? Harsh penalties for all.
”No getting pregnant at school… wait?”
”Yeah?”
”Tatara, what if I actually got pregnant?”
”I’d drop out myself. Run the shop, provide for us.”
Responsibility was non-negotiable.
”…Wow. Good thing my body’s not baby-ready yet.”
”Yeah?”
”Mm. Without your graduation, the shop loses prestige?”
”Nah, same either way.”
My crafting held up. Knowledge transferred fine. No graduate bracelet stung for dungeon access, but that was it.
No diploma? I could still support her. Always had.
”Half-rank or missing certs might pinch deals. But I held most patents solo pre-school.”
”Sometimes I forget why you’re even a student.”
Even idiots joked about it. The City Mayor too—what was the punchline again?
Conversation drifted. Sleep claimed us naturally.
Morning revealed our grime from the night’s chaos. Bitter smiles shared. We bathed together, steam easing aches. In the living room, Ichika was already at the stove.
”Morning, Ichika.”
”Morning.”
We exchanged greetings. Ichika turned, beaming.
”Morning degozaru, master and Ethelena.”
”Ta-!”
Cornremu piped up alongside her… Wait.
”Cornremu, you look sharp?”
”…Cornremu?”
”Foxes say ‘kon.’ Golem mimicked the sound.”
”Cornremu…”
I knelt, eyeing the red scarf—muffler?—around its neck.
”I crafted it degozaru. For all the daily help degozaru.”
”Ta-!”
Cornremu waved a tiny hand in delight at Ichika’s praise. Heartwarming—they meshed well.
”Tatara, make golems for us too?”
”One each. For chores now, and… pregnancy later.”
”I see…”
Ethelena’s eyes gleamed oddly. Not scheming early pregnancy for a golem, right?
—
By the way, if you bind a god via sex magic and force submission, you get a plain child. No enslavement or system integration.
Magic sword For Julon.
Physical attack +110.
Magic attack X + Y.
Speed +40.
Range X × Y.
Special: Magic attack equals user’s magic power (X) + mana pool (Y) combined.
Range equals user’s magic power (X) × mana (Y). Exclusive to Dahlia Julon.
—
Ethelena plopped at the table, eyes sparkling overbright. I averted mine quick.
”Ethelena, don’t accelerate pregnancy for a golem.”
”But they’re adorable! I want one ASAP!”
She puffed her cheeks, childlike again. Ichika chuckled softly from the stove.
”Master, breakfast’s up degozaru. Eat, then plot degozaru.”
”Ta-!”
Cornremu flailed its little arm. The red scarf fluttered. Adorable overload.
We dug in: eggs, fresh bread, fruit. Simple, satisfying. I tore into the bread, mind shifting to the day.
Tatia would arrive soon. Yohira maybe. Dungeon strategy time. Floor 50 priority, then 60 for my survival.
Knock—light, confident. Tatia.
”Morning!”
She entered armor-free: simple shirt, pants, hair in a ponytail. Grin wide.
”Morning, Tatia.”
”Morning degozaru!”
”Ta-!”
Tatia ruffled Cornremu’s head.
”Cute golem. Making more?”
”Yeah, one per person. Chores now, and… future baby help.”
Tatia nodded, catching the subtext.
Ethelena leaned in conspiratorially.
”Tatia, huge news. Tatara’s body’s failing soon. We gotta hit floor 60, fast.”
Notes:
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
• Cipher – Tatara’s familiar, sent to guard Tatia.
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Sunny – Cheerful, artistic young girl under Rachel’s care. Bonds with Mother-in-law through drawing; admired by Tatia as symbol of the town’s hopeful future.
• Anna – Shy, warm-hearted female researcher in magical medicine. Gratefully benefits from Tatara’s hospitality and investment, indirectly aiding Rachel financially.
• Nina – A female companion who joins Ethelena in whispered remarks, questioning the Mayor’s personal life.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Cornremu – TataraGolem; wears red scarf (*”Ta-!” greetings*).
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