Chapter 153 The Knight’s Entreaty Is Left Unanswered
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Apologies, Dahlia, could you fetch those three for me? The Torakuma family members, that is.”
”Aye, that’d be two pieces of useless meat and one old man, wouldn’t it?” Dahlia shot back, her voice dripping with flippant sarcasm.
”O-oi, knock it off,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
I’d only asked Dahlia to summon them for the promised blacksmithing demonstration, but she immediately spouted something outrageous. Calling the Acting Head of Family an ‘old man’ was probably a side effect of the beating I’d taken recently, but the ‘useless meat’ comment aimed at the two sisters? That was pure, unadulterated personal spite.
”I know it’s easy to forget now that they’re practically regulars, but the Acting Head of Family is a Grand Noble from another nation. You need to be careful; too much disrespect could spark an international incident,” I cautioned, my tone serious.
Sometimes I forget myself, but Yohira is still a noble lady, too. While the Acting Head of Family is mostly remembered for letting loose with Aarem and his fishing antics, he’s still the Lord who governs an entire territory. Thinking back, there are plenty of times I’m amazed I wasn’t simply executed for rudeness… though maybe that’s why I keep getting humiliated right in front of him.
Dahlia huffed a note of dissatisfaction but went to call the Torakuma family regardless. Feeling a wave of relief, I entered the forge and lit the furnace. A short time later, the three entered. The Acting Head of Family and Mitsuha-san must have already bathed; their hair was slightly damp, and their clothes were fresh. Mitsuha-san, in particular, had bound up the long hair that usually dragged and even parted her bangs so her face was visible. The change in her presence was considerable.
Ibara-san looked the same as she had during dinner. She must have decided to bathe after watching the demonstration—a more efficient choice, considering how blisteringly hot it was about to get in here.
”Alright, I’ll get started right away. Please save all your questions until the end, and above all, I must insist that you refrain from speaking at all while I am forging.” I delivered this final warning, then turned to the furnace.
I took out the Mithril Ingot—the raw material—and began to heat it to a brilliant red. The forge was a confined space, and the sheer Mana pressure emanating from the Royal Orb would likely make breathing difficult for anyone unaccustomed to it. I’m used to it, though. In fact, the moderate tension invigorated me, making the space feel almost comfortable.
I split the Mithril using the water reduction technique, then performed the stack-and-weld. The hammer gifted to me by Master felt familiar in my hand, lending its strength to the creation of a new Katana. With every resounding blow “CLANG! CLANG!”, the Mithril unified, preparing itself to become a blade. I performed a temporary weld, followed by the main weld to draw out impurities (slag) and increase the Mithril’s purity.
Once the welding was finished, the training—or repeated folding—began. I layered the steel, swung the hammer, and stretched the material out. I drew out the excess material from the Mithril, which had been imbued with the Royal Orb’s Mana, elevating it into a unique existence in this world.
The core iron was sandwiched between the blade iron and the spine iron, and the outer iron was layered on top. I formed the body of the blade, shaping it into the essential Katana form, then extended the raw blade. I hammered it out, dropped the tip, and hammered it again.
I fixed its final shape with the fire work and then used a scraper to refine the form one last time before applying the clay coating (yakibatsuchi). After drying it with ‘Creation Magic,’ I put it into the furnace to heat. Once the heat was perfectly and uniformly distributed, I plunged it into the water trough. The quenching rapidly cooled the Katana Blade, hardening it thoroughly. I drew it out, and as the clay cracked and fell away, a beautiful silver color revealed itself even before the polishing.
I polished the Katana Blade, sharpened the edge, and completed it as a true Katana. The silver became a clearer, more transcendent color, strengthening its very presence. After sharpening the blade, I finished the tang (nakago) and inscribed the date and my personal mark.
This was ‘Kuuretsu,’ the technique imparted to me by Master. Another one forged, my daily routine complete.
”…Haaah, just watching that was enough to make one overwrought with tension,” the Acting Head of Family sighed, his voice letting loose behind me just as I finished the work.
I turned around to see a bizarre sight: the Acting Head of Family was holding Ibara-san in a headlock from behind, her mouth covered by his hand. What a terrible picture.
”Father, I believe you can let Elder Sister go now,” Mitsuha-san observed, a polite suggestion.
”Mm. You’re right, of course,” the Acting Head of Family responded, as if just realizing, and released Ibara-san. Did she almost break the rule about not speaking during the forging?
”Puh! Father?!” Ibara-san nearly screamed, her face flushed.
”Don’t yell, Ibara. You were the one who was about to break Tatara-dono’s prior instruction, were you not?” he retorted firmly.
Ibara-san’s face twisted as if she’d been hit on a sore spot. It seemed she really had almost burst out with a comment about my smithing. Honestly, I imagine if the Mother-in-law was here, she’d have gotten the full course of corporal punishment.
As I was contemplating this, Mitsuha-san approached, leaning close to examine ‘Kuuretsu’ with evident curiosity.
”…Would you like to hold it?” I murmured, offering the suggestion.
”Oh? May I?” she breathed out, surprised.
”Yes, just be careful not to touch the edge; it’s quite dangerous.”
I rested my hand on the spine and offered the blade to Mitsuha-san with the edge facing upward. She accepted ‘Kuuretsu’ cautiously, inspecting the craftsmanship. The forge’s lighting was deliberately kept low to better show the heat of the furnace and the iron, and she tilted the blade, examining it intently in the angled light. I recalled her saying earlier that she wanted to forge a kitchen knife… perhaps that’s why she’s so fascinated by the construction of a blade now.
”This, then, is the Great Katana Shura Ichimonji imparted by Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto…?” she wondered aloud.
”No, this is ‘Kuuretsu,’” I corrected gently.
So Mitsuha-san also knew the name of the Great Katana Shura Ichimonji. That made me even more curious to see the real one someday. Mitsuha-san was flustered by my correction, and her rush made me worry she might touch the edge.
”Oh, I, I was so rude…” she stammered, her face heating.
”Don’t worry about that, but please, don’t move so wildly while holding it. It’s too dangerous.”
Technically, this ‘Kuuretsu’ won’t exert its full power unless it’s swung with the intent to cut. But even without that, the Katana Blade is still sharp enough to be seriously dangerous, so I really didn’t want her moving around. After calming Mitsuha-san, I took ‘Kuuretsu’ back and stored it in my Inventory.
Once the tension broke, the exhaustion hit me. Mitsuha-san looked at me with a worried expression, but honestly, I was used to it. I motioned that I was fine, but her expression didn’t brighten. I figured it was best to hit the bath and go to bed early.
”…Tatara.”
It was Ibara-san who spoke to me this time. What did she want to say? I turned to face her, sensing a hesitant atmosphere around her.
”To possess such facilities and demonstrate that degree of mastery… I sincerely commend you,” she acknowledged, her voice surprisingly earnest.
It was an admission of my skill. I knew she felt she had to say it, or something would feel unresolved in her heart, especially since she had doubted me before. I get that feeling sometimes, too.
”I apologize for doubting that you had been imparted and granted mastery of the technique by Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto.”
”…Yes. Thank you,” I replied simply.
For a person as proud as she was to apologize so genuinely, it meant she had truly acknowledged her mistake. Given how hard she was on herself, she probably didn’t readily acknowledge others’ merits.
”By the way, I haven’t heard much about this ‘Kuuretsu’ among the works of Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto… what kind of sword is it?” she pressed, her tone immediately shifting back to her interrogative default.
”Huh?” A sound of pure confusion slipped out.
I instinctively glanced at the Acting Head of Family, but he didn’t seem to question Ibara-san’s statement. Could ‘Kuuretsu’ be a minor work? But if that were the case, why did the Torakuma noble girl in the past work know of it?
”Um, Acting Head of Family.”
”Mm, what is it?”
”Was there… was there a person named Torakuma-hime Kou in the Torakuma family?”
The atmosphere surrounding the entire Torakuma family shifted—yeah, she’s the one who threw away a bracelet-exploration path to follow love, so she was a landmine, wasn’t she?
”Tatara-dono, does knowing that name have some bearing on your circumstances?” the Acting Head of Family asked, his voice cautious.
”Yes, it does. I may know the most about the dungeon in this city, but I’m also reasonably well-versed in this world’s history,” I explained.
”Does knowing my family’s lineage fall under the pretext of history…”
Well, yeah… if that person hadn’t been around, several nations might have been destroyed. The Demon Lord sealed in one of the minor nations under the Nahazhuto Empire’s umbrella was defeated while his power was incomplete in the work where she was the heroine. The Empire’s royalty demanded a vassal state status in exchange for taking on the burden of resealing the Demon Lord, a condition the small nation accepted—that’s the history leading up to the present.
However, the official source material stated that regardless of the route, Torakuma-hime Kou, as an oni (ogre/demon), was short-lived, with her life ending. In the heroine route, she passed away ten years after her protagonist husband. In other routes, she succumbed to her final battle wounds fifty years after the decisive fight, as detailed in the visual fan book.
Though, in ‘Beyond the Deep Darkness,’ the full cast showed up in an event unlocked after the second playthrough. She was apparently pursuing a Harem Route that didn’t exist in the original game, and it was even mentioned that her already sizable chest area had grown even more, thanks to the protagonist. The original protagonist of that game was supposedly crying tears of blood while punching a wall—that was hilarious.
I thought the increase might have been due to a designer drawing her with a bigger bust out of habit for the new character art, but apparently, ten years had passed since the original game’s era, and the human characters had visibly aged, so the growth was likely legitimate. The loli-character remained an ‘Eternal Lolita’ but had changed her hairstyle, at least.
Now, back to the Torakuma family, the birthplace of that past heroine. A question remained: I had assumed Yohira’s sister was the legendary Kou, but that would contradict the fact that she has two other sisters, Ibara-san and Mitsuha-san. What, precisely, was her position?
”Tatara-dono, is there no record of the relationship between myself and her in your memory?” the Acting Head of Family probed.
”I don’t know the detailed family structure at all. I know she mentioned having many siblings, both male and female, though,” I confessed.
She’d offhandedly mentioned having eight siblings in the original work, I think. She had many relatives, too. Are Oni (demons/ogres) just prone to having lots of kids?
”Hmm… Tatara-dono, the relationship between Kou and myself is that of older sister and younger brother.”
”…Huh?”
Older sister and younger brother? That can’t be right. There hadn’t been any news of a Demon Lord revival in the last decade, and her appearance in the second-playthrough event contradicted that timeline.
Wait. I had already experienced the temporal inconsistencies of original events. The ‘Archangel’ wing event should have happened much later, but I had resolved it without the original protagonist’s involvement. Furthermore, the second-playthrough events in ‘Beyond the Deep Darkness’ were heavily skewed toward fan service. The bosses who should have been slain were gathering to chant a full-voice incantation for a certain extra-large bowl of ramen. If that was the case, it wasn’t strange that the characters who appeared at that time were already deceased.
”Kou passed away about a hundred years ago. The cause, they say, was an old wound sustained from the enemy she once fought.”
”I… see,” I mumbled, my voice low.
Even though she was a character from a past game and I only knew her unilaterally, hearing of a person’s death was a punch to the gut. Working backward from the visual fan book’s comments, the era of the source material was when the former Emperor was still on the throne, before the Imperial system was fully established. The current Emperor had only ascended about fifty years ago… Jeez, I was slow to realize the time period, even though I had elements that could identify my own nation!
”But, why bring up Kou’s story here?” the Acting Head of Family questioned.
”Well, the reason I know a decent amount about ‘Kuuretsu’ is because of a joke Kou-san made leading up to the final battle,” I admitted, a little sheepishly.
Technically, it started with the God Slayer (kami-goroshi) naming a technique after it, but where the weapon originated was from a conversation she’d casually mentioned when she was the heroine.
”I see… indeed, had she possessed ‘Kuuretsu,’ my sister Kou might not have sustained such grievous injuries,” the Acting Head of Family sighed, his gaze drifting into a nostalgic distance.
I couldn’t bring myself to speak to him. The catalyst for his sorrowful reflection was my own words.
”Well then, Father, why did you never speak of this ‘Kuuretsu’ Katana to us?” Ibara-san demanded, completely ignoring the Acting Head of Family’s nostalgic moment. Yeah, that’s why people don’t like dealing with you, I think.
…Did I just feel something interfere?
”To be frank, it is because its power is excessive,” the Acting Head of Family stated in response to Ibara-san’s question.
Ibara-san showed a flicker of understanding, but Mitsuha-san looked confused. I had expected the opposite reaction, but I was wrong.
”Why, Father? If it were known that the Torakuma family possessed such a massive power created by Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto, surely it would serve as deterrence against our territory and foreign powers?” Mitsuha-san reasoned.
Aha! So that was Mitsuha-san’s concern. It was the same logic as the concept of a nuclear umbrella in my past life—thinking of deterrence based on the existence of strong power is perfectly normal. Our own nation uses the former Emperor for that role, and other nations use the God Slayer.
”Unfortunately, Mitsuha, that is not the case. Unless the enemy possesses an equivalent force to create a stalemate, merely announcing the existence of ‘Kuuretsu’ will not serve as deterrence. The Great Katana Shura Ichimonji, which can only be wielded by a demon god, might inspire fear. But ‘Kuuretsu’ can be gripped and swung by anyone. Therefore, no matter how superior its power, it would be disregarded. Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto feared this, and so he passed on a rule to my great-grandfather: ‘Disclose it only to the one in the Torakuma family who can truly understand it.’”
I had always wondered why ‘Kuuretsu,’ a sword that should have been in the God Slayer’s memory, was unknown, while the Great Katana Shura Ichimonji gifted to Shuten-dōji was famous. This was the reason. The fact that the God Slayer knew about it was, in retrospect, huge. Originally, the information about ‘Kuuretsu’ should have been confined solely within the Torakuma family.
Wait, if I look at it that way, me trying to create ‘Kuuretsu’ for the ‘Sword Demon Lord’ was pretty damn dangerous, wasn’t it? I can’t exactly claim ‘no harm, no foul’ just because it was an attempted action.
”Indeed. You are saying that if the fear of wielding such a powerful, easily-replicated weapon is not known, it could, conversely, lead to the destruction of our domain,” Ibara-san concluded, finally showing true understanding.
”Precisely. A family heirloom Katana’s greatest value is often in the fact that it is never drawn. In contrast, ‘Kuuretsu’ can be mass-produced… the terrifying possibility is that wielding it will be taken lightly. Moreover, those who learn of its existence will clamor for it, and if foreign nations catch wind of it, they might conspire to crush the Torakuma,” the Acting Head of Family warned.
Those words stung, especially since I forge a ‘Kuuretsu’ almost daily, even if I don’t consider it ‘easy’. I have no intention of letting them loose into the world, but what should I do about their management after I die? Should I ask Calmys-san to entrust them to the War God’s sect, or should I leave them with the ‘Archangel’?
”In that case, Tatara-dono.”
”Ah, yes.”
”Given your nature, I cannot tell you not to forge them. But… do not disseminate them,” he implored, his gaze heavy.
”I’ll take that to heart,” I promised. I really need to establish a secure, sealed place for these now.
* * *
Having proven that I had been granted mastery by Master, I cleansed my sweat in a couples’ bath and entered my room. Tomorrow meant more meetings with the Merchant Guildmaster about Aarem. I was about to send a letter to the City Mayor (female) via Cipher and settle down for the night when a knock came at the door.
Who could it be? I couldn’t recall anyone having business with me at this hour.
Filled with doubt, I opened the door. Standing there was Tatia, wearing a sheer, pale blue negligee. Hold on, there’s no lining—I can clearly see her nipples through the fabric, can’t I?
”My deepest apologies for the late hour, Tatara-dono.”
”Ah, ah… what is your business?” I stammered, trying to keep my eyes level.
Normally, she’d be blushing with shame, but Tatia’s expression was one of fierce resolve. She replied without a moment’s hesitation.
”I have come for a night visit. Let me in.”
”You call that ‘mightily aggressive’?” I mused internally.
I think she meant, ‘Please let me into your room,’ but for a thousandth of a second, I wondered if she meant, ‘Please insert yourself into my inner sanctuary.’ Dammit, the meaning is essentially the same.
I couldn’t just leave her standing there, of course, so I ushered Tatia into the room. I sat her on the bed, pulled up my desk chair, and sat facing her.
”So, what’s the reason for this ‘raid’?” I demanded.
”Is it not even treated as a night visit?” she inquired, her tone formal.
”Is there such a thing as a ‘night visit’ this brazen?”
I didn’t think a night visit was supposed to involve such resolute, frontal assault. Why does she look so desperate?
”The reason is simple: since the first time, the throbbing in my body has grown stronger each night, and I have reached my limit trying to satisfy myself. Therefore, I have come to receive the punishment befitting a foolish knight who doubted her Lord.”
”Tell me, is that truly punishment?”
Isn’t that actually a reward?
”It is punishment. I, too, would wish to be gently unravelled as a woman, gazing into my Lord’s eyes and holding hands while being given his seed in my deepest part. However, such a thing is unfitting for my Lord’s righteous anger. Therefore, I seek retribution by having my wrists bound behind my back, my head held down, and a rigid column forcibly driven into me from behind, followed by a merciless insemination.”
”Hey, aren’t you just trying to satisfy your own perversions?”
Since my careless use of ‘Sex Sorcery’ had inadvertently awakened her latent masochism, it was entirely possible that she was calling it ‘punishment’ when, to her, it was the ultimate reward.
”First off, does Tatia even have the ‘Sex Sorcery’ Skill?” I pressed.
If even Ichika has to acquire the skill to avoid my ‘Sex Sorcery’ output being too strong and turning her into a literal breeding monster, receiving it without resistance would be suicide for Tatia. I haven’t checked Tatia’s skill list, but had she maxed out anything recently?
”No, I have not acquired it,” she confessed.
”Are you trying to die—in a dignified sense?” I exclaimed, my voice sharp.
She’s already starting to equate pain with pleasure and awaken her masochism; why the hell should I turn her into a submissive, compliant female dog who is simply addicted to pain and pleasure?
”Lord, there is a profound, perhaps reason for this.”
”A reason you yourself call ‘perhaps’?” I snapped.
Her eyes were intense now, and I forced myself to pay closer attention. Although, a reason she qualifies as ‘perhaps’ is inherently less credible.
”Yes. First, forgive my rudeness in saying this, but through my actions, I wounded you, my esteemed Lord whom I am meant to serve.”
”I already accepted your apology for that. Don’t worry about it,” I grunted.
”No, I cannot allow that.”
This was typical of Tatia’s stoic nature. Even with my forgiveness, she couldn’t forgive herself. The Knight’s mindset places loyalty to the Lord above one’s own life; this reaction was a manifestation of her previous mental construct to conform to human society by building an ideal knight.
”Lord Tatara, I beg of you… destroy me with your ‘Sex Sorcery.’”
”What the hell are you saying…!?” I roared.
Was that why she hadn’t acquired the ‘Sex Sorcery’ Skill? She wanted me to destroy her human dignity and everything else with my own hands, turn her into a completely compliant existence, and that’s why she came here tonight!?
”Do you think I would willingly do that to you!?” I shouted.
”I do not. I know a hundred times over that you, who respect my free will and value me as a person, could never do such a thing, even if I begged you to,” Tatia whispered.
”Then why!”
I was aware my voice was getting louder, but I couldn’t control my emotions. Tatia, watching my face, continued with an expression tinged with self-mockery.
”An individual like me, who trampled on the heart of the one she cherishes, is not needed.”
A single tear ran down Tatia’s cheek.
”I denied the person who turned a monster into a human, the one I love most, and gave up on my future survival. What value is there in my existence?” Tatia covered her face with both hands, her voice breaking.
”Please, Lord… kill me. This foolish one… who cannot become fully human… I entreat you…”
Receiving that plea, something snapped inside me.
I roughly grabbed Tatia’s arm and pulled her close. I seized her tear-streaked lips with mine, driving my tongue into her mouth and stealing her breath. She hesitated at first, but then her tongue tentatively met mine, intertwining in a slow, searching dance.
While she was lost in the kiss, I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her negligee. My fingers glided over her smooth skin, rising to the generous swell of her spirit, kneading the yielding essence and coaxing the sensitive peaks to firm resolve under my touch.
Our lips parted, the soft, fervent sound of our connection filling the room. As I shaped her spirit and peaks, Tatia’s voice wove with sweet surrender, and the hue of those aroused summits shone vividly through the sheer, white fabric. The sight inflamed my deepest intensity.
I eased her onto the bed and lifted the negligee. Her skin, bathed in the eerie moonlight streaming through the window, blended beauty and abundance in perfect harmony. I swallowed hard, then leaned over her, reuniting our lips and tangling our tongues once more.
I broke the kiss and traced a path with my tongue down her neck, past her collarbones, to her core. I caressed her spirit and gently nipped the peaks, drawing a sweet cry. I trailed further along the lines of her strength, and her response intensified—her core of resolve is right here, a truly unique strength. I continued downward, past the center and the core, finally reaching her hidden sanctum.
”Ah, no… stop, Lord,” Tatia whimpered, protesting with words and hands as I lowered my tongue toward the guarded essence between the sparse veil.
When I looked up, her face mingled shame with another emotion.
”Why not?”
”To make my Lord perform such an act…”
She resisted me guiding her there specifically… though even Ethelena would only allow it in moments of abandon.
I drew back, leaned over her, and whispered near her ear. “A knight offering an opinion to her Lord?”
”L-loyalty compels me!” she stuttered.
My response was to press a finger into her guarded core. I silenced her protest by covering her lips once more, overwhelming her words with intensity. Challenged from both upper and lower essence, Tatia began to yield, a stream of fervent energy flowing from her core like a warrior before battle. My inserted finger glistened with the essence, and I began to move it, seeking her deepest resolve.
Her inner passage, though having received a man only once, accommodated my single finger with ease. My strength was certainly broader than one finger, yet the space felt generous. It wasn’t lax, though; she clearly clenched her muscles, a result of knightly training in her lower core. I added another finger, grazing the inner walls and challenging various points to gauge her reaction.
I broke the kiss and guided the peaks of her spirit, peeking from the rolled-up negligee, with my tongue, making her gasp and arch. The fervent energy overflowing from her guarded core increased until her inner passage convulsed fiercely, and a torrent of surrender essence soaked my left hand.
After a prolonged, tens-of-seconds climax and release, strength left her body, and she lay panting raggedly.
I parted her legs, freed my resolve, and positioned it at her inner entrance. Tatia weakly shook her head, but I ignored it and began the unity. Unaccustomed to accepting a man’s strength, the passage constricted tightly around my much-broader resolve compared to my fingers. The sensation, absent for days, flooded my mind with white-hot intensity, eroding my last vestiges of restraint. I lifted her hips and arched her body into a bridge-like pose.
I began to drive, pressing the tip of my resolve against the inner wall. Tatia bit down on the fingers of her left hand, desperately stifling her cries. Watching her, I continued to challenge her female spirit without resorting to “Intensity Sorcery.”
She had requested the “Intensity Sorcery,” but I had no intention of using it. I would not break her. Tatia must remain Tatia. I would not let her lose her personhood or her mind—I would never allow it. This act, driven by my defiance, likely caused her strain, as she was unaccustomed. But I was furious at her earlier plea. Therefore, I would never use the “Intensity Sorcery”; I would not give her an escape.
My desire, weakened by recent abstinence, quickly reached its limit. But I cared not. I grasped her hips to prevent retreat, lifting her. In response, Tatia unconsciously wrapped her legs around my waist, deepening our unity. Then, aimed at the tightly constricting inner passage, I released my essence.
The feeling of release, after days of restraint, blended knee-weakening emptiness and mind-blotting ecstasy. My instinct sought to bind her, and I pulled her hips closer, driving my resolve deeper into her core. My own hips spasmed, but I felt her body tremble in unison.
I breathed raggedly. When the seemingly endless release ended, I withdrew my resolve, covered in our combined essence, reflecting the moonlight. From her desperate core, a slow trickle of viscous, white energy began to flow.
My resolve and intensity were far from sated. I turned her prone, lifted her hips high, and re-united from behind. Exhausted, Tatia could only groan, but the receiving passage responded, gripping and serving my resolve. Just as she wished, I held her head down and drove fiercely, smashing my hips against hers. Her hidden wings sprouted, and I brought my face close to their base, guiding the sensitive skin.
The joints were thin-skinned and packed with nerves, making the challenge potent. Her body reacted violently, despite her awareness dulled by the previous surrender.
I was fueled by the sight. I seized both her wrists and pulled, driving deeper. Tatia let out an inarticulate cry from the intense stimulus. I could see her spirit shaking from behind with the impact of my drives, intensifying my arousal. I accelerated my hips, feeding my intensity, and as the feeling of release swelled again, I embraced her from behind, preventing escape, and released my essence into her deepest core once more. I tilted her chin and covered her lips from behind. The fervent sound of our tongues intertwining only deepened the intensity, and my resolve regained hardness for a third round.
After that, I shifted positions repeatedly, continuing to spill my essence into Tatia. Honestly, even for an Eroge World, my drive for unity was completely unbound.
Notes:
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Mitsuha – Second daughter of the Torakuma family (Yohira’s sister). She is quiet, awkward, surprisingly deadpan, and possesses a gentle, nurturing side (shown with Cornremu). Hair so long it trailed across the floor like Tomie Kawakami (Junji Ito), face half-hidden by hair, single dark horn (above brow), loose violet robes.
• Ibara – Eldest daughter of the Torakuma family (Yohira’s sister). She is sharp, formal, and possesses a predatory confidence and dry humor. Relative of the Narrator’s ex-companion (Yohira) and a new house guest/guard. Short black hair (neatly at the shoulder), crimson horn (from forehead), eyes of molten gold, red and black kimono like Shuten-dōji (Fate).
• Calmys – War God’s knight, Mayor’s guard chief, whip-master hiding as a swordswoman; sharp tongue, big-sister vibe to Tatara, grants him and Ethelena church protection.
• Cipher – Tatara’s familiar, sent to guard Tatia.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
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