Chapter 42 It’s Just Like a Women’s Bath Changing Room… *peek peek*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The alliance with the Wing-kin and Cat-kin was solid, and even with the Elves sending their own people over, life had been peaceful. The newcomers were friendly enough, and we were all settling into a comfortable routine.
Finally, things had taken enough shape that the group I had left behind to form the Knight Order¹ returned through the tunnel.
”Ibuki-sama, we have returned,” Erina announced. As she spoke, the entire group dropped to one knee in unison, looking up at me with disciplined eyes.
”Whoa, what is the sudden formality?”
”Since we have officially established ourselves as a Knight Order, formal conduct is a necessity,” Erina replied.
”Ah, I see. If you think it is important to separate our public and private lives, I will do my part to cooperate.” I squared my shoulders, sensing the weight of her words. As the organization grew, these formalities would become the glue holding us together. “Good work, everyone. First, let us hear your report.”
As the servant girls watched with wide eyes, the knights began their account.
”Wait, you actually took down that Orc Boss?” I asked, stunned. “Are you all alright? No injuries?” I remembered the crushing pressure of that monster’s presence when I had been out with Charlotte. Even from a distance, it had been terrifying.
”We are perfectly fine,” Erina said, a small, confident smile playing on her lips. “We were bolstered by your power, my Lord. It was a decisive victory – we didn’t sustain so much as a scratch.”
Seeing her composure, I finally let out a breath of relief. I had clearly overestimated the threat, likely because I had been so much weaker when I first encountered it.
The reports continued. I was floored to hear that Shirley had been lopping off arms with nothing but her bare hands. Apparently, even that had been part of the tactical plan.
”And… regarding your concerns, my Lord,” Erina continued, her tone darkening. “It is highly probable that those granted the title of Hero have been subjected to Enslavement². We couldn’t confirm anyone besides Hero Yamada, but…”
She explained that when they questioned the group about any animosity toward the Duchy of Dole³, they noticed the distinct facial flickers associated with magical emotional suppression – a hallmark of the Slave status. It was too consistent to be anything else.
So, the upperclassman Hero had been enslaved after all. If they could be rattled by an Orc that my knights handled with ease, rescuing them shouldn’t be an issue now. That would be my next move. I couldn’t afford to let them stay under Dole’s thumb and risk them growing stronger against their will.
”I had no idea things had escalated like that after I left,” I said. “You should have called for me.”
”No, we couldn’t trouble you with something of this level,” Erina countered. “Besides, we encountered some particularly unpleasant individuals from the Duchy of Dole. I didn’t want them anywhere near you until we had given them a proper… education.”
”If it is education they need, I am happy to help,” I offered.
Erina shook her head. “There is no end to the rabble, my Lord. Please, leave the trivialities to us.”
”Fair enough. I trust your judgment and your strength. If you say you’ve got it, I’ll leave it in your hands.”
”Thank you! We humbly accept the task!”
After finishing the logistics and the briefing, I declared work over for the day. Since they were finally home, I wanted to spend some real time with them.
As I led the way toward the bedroom, I noticed the Fox-kin girl watching me, her face flushed red. When our eyes met, she stepped forward tentatively.
”Um… if it is service you require… I would like to offer myself as well!”
”Wait… I didn’t intend to make that part of your job,” I said, tilting my head. “Unless it’s something you actually want to do…”
She looked genuinely shocked. “Is that… is that not why you built the fields for us?”
”No,” I said firmly. “I don’t like using someone’s survival as a bargaining chip. I knew that by helping you for free, people might misunderstand my intentions, but I brought you here regardless.”
I had plenty of resources; letting people die while claiming I wanted friendship would have been a lie. If she was willing to offer herself of her own volition, that was one thing, but I wouldn’t extort her. If the Fox-kin ever turned against me, I would simply save the ones I liked and take back what was mine. With my Storage⁴ ability, it was easy.
”I mean, I’m happy that a girl as cute as you wants to stay, but I am not going to force you into anything.”
I was definitely interested – she was adorable, and I was looking for a real relationship, not just a transaction. I told her to let me know if she ever truly felt like it, then led the others into the bedroom.
I triggered the mechanism on the wall, and the bookshelf slid aside to reveal the stone stairs. Once we were all inside the basement, I triggered the lock. The stairs rose back into the ceiling, sealing us behind a solid wall of stone. The basement was a massive, reinforced bunker.
The girls looked around, some of them stifling laughs.
”Wow, this is… thorough,” someone muttered.
”Once this is locked, nothing is getting in,” Erina noted, running a hand over the stone. “Even for us, breaking through would be a massive undertaking. At the very least, the noise would wake everyone up. You really are safe here, Ibuki-sama.”
”I expected a fortress on the surface,” Erina added, “but hiding a sanctuary like this under a normal mansion… it’s clever.”
”Well, I was going to build a fort,” I admitted as Shuri hugged me from behind, “but we have enough firepower now. I didn’t want to provoke the local government more than necessary, so this was the compromise.”
Fran pulled on my shirt, silently asking for a hug of her own. I pulled her close, finally feeling like the whole family was back together. We moved deeper into the underground living quarters.
”It is even more impressive in here,” Lotte whispered, eyeing the high-end interior.
”I know, right?” Luna chimed in, and soon they were all chatting about the decor.
”I have to say, Rosanna-san really fits the role of Knight Order Commander,” I remarked. She had an aura of maturity that the others lacked. Even Olivia, who used to be the ‘adult’ of the group, had started acting more like a cute, smitten girl lately.
”Do you think so?” Rosanna asked, appearing uncharacteristically dejected. “I still feel like Erina would have been better suited for the position.”
”Erina is a brilliant tactician,” I explained, “but a Commander is a symbol. You have the presence and the poise to lead. In an organization that relies on authority, you need someone at the top who can remain steady and keep everyone else calm.”
”Exactly!” Erina added. “If someone as young as me were in charge, people would look for weaknesses to exploit. Having someone with Rosanna’s ability and stature at the helm keeps the vultures away.”
I looked at Rosanna, and for the first time, I saw her expression soften into something vulnerable.
”In that case…” she whispered, stepping closer. “Could you… stop using the honorific with me? It makes me feel like there’s a wall between us. You don’t use it with Olivia anymore.”
The sight of an elegant, mature woman acting shy was a powerful thing. “Of course. If you want to be closer, then come here, Rosanna.”
I opened my arms, and she leaned into me with a quiet sigh. I was wondering if I should take things further right then and there, but a pair of tugs on my clothes stopped me.
”You… you said you wouldn’t forget us, right?” Meena and Lotte were looking up at me with pouting lips.
”I haven’t forgotten,” I laughed. “Tonight is for you two, okay?”
”Fufu, then why don’t we all just get in the bath together?” Charlotte suggested.
The idea was met with instant approval. Even the shyer girls like Maria gave a hesitant nod. After a quick meal, we headed to the large communal bath. Watching that many beautiful women undress in the changing room was overwhelming. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t help but steal a few glances.
”What is the matter, Master?” Meena asked, her face bright red as she stepped toward me, already half-undressed.
I couldn’t even find the words. I just pulled her into a kiss and helped her out of the rest of her clothes. She was tiny, but her curves were incredible. My hand slid down, finding her already slick and ready for me.
”It’s your fault, Master…” she whispered, her breath hitching. “The way you were looking at me…”
”So you’re ready then?”
”Yes… I’m ready.”
I sat on a bench and pulled her onto my lap, facing me. “You want this, Meena? Really?”
”Please… I’ve wanted you to put it inside me for so long…”
I gripped her waist and began to guide myself in. She was incredibly tight, and I felt her body tense against the intrusion. She took a deep breath, then lowered her hips all at once. A sharp, muffled sound of a barrier breaking echoed in the small space, and a crimson stain bloomed between us.
”Luna!” I called out, startled by the blood.
Luna, who had been watching with interest alongside Fran and Lotte, stepped over and cast a quick healing spell. The bleeding stopped instantly, and a quick use of my Storage ability cleared away the mess.
”Are you okay?” I whispered, kissing her forehead.
”Nn… I’m sorry… I’m not very good at this yet…”
”You’re doing perfectly. It feels amazing, Meena. I love how tight you are.”
”Really?”
”Really. I love you, you know.”
She collapsed against me, all her tension vanishing. I started to move slowly, savoring the feeling of her around me.
”Does it hurt?”
”No… not anymore. You can go harder, Master. I want to feel you.”
She began to move her hips, finding a rhythm. “Ah… this feels… I’m so happy I can feel this with you…”
Her voice was becoming breathier, more desperate. “Master… I was made for this… my body loves your c**k… ♡”
That was the breaking point. My self-control went up in smoke. I stood up, turned her around, and shoved back into her from behind. I gripped her hips and began to hammer into her, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoing against the tile.
”Ah! ♡ Yes! ♡ More! ♡ Master, more! ♡”
I was going as hard as I could, but she seemed to be taking it all, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure. I was starting to realize that in this world, pleasure was tied to Mana⁵ – the more we shared, the more sensitive they became. It was an escalating storm of sensation.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The tightness was incredible, literally squeezing the life out of me. I pushed in as deep as I could and finally let go.
”Ahhh… ♡ It’s so warm… ♡ You did it… you finally filled me up…”
Meena spun around and clung to me, trembling as I pulled out. She didn’t seem to care about the mess; she just wanted to be near me. But before we could even settle, someone else was already pulling her aside, eager for their turn.
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Summary:
The Knight Order led by Erina returns from their mission, reporting success against an Orc Boss and confirming that the Heroes of Dole are being enslaved. Ibuki unveils a secret underground bunker beneath his mansion as a safe haven. The chapter concludes with a large group bath and Ibuki’s first intimate encounter with Meena.
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Trivia:
- Ibuki specifically designed the basement to be undetectable and soundproof.
- The Duchy of Dole is using magical emotional suppression to control Slaves.
- The ‘Mana’ system in this world increases physical sensitivity during s*xual contact.
- Ibuki refuses to use survival as a negotiation tool with the Fox-kin
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Character Insight:
Ibuki shows a growing sense of responsibility as a leader, balancing his desire for intimacy with a commitment to consensual and non-extortive relationships. Meena demonstrates her intense devotion by being the first to offer herself upon the group’s return.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the basement setting to facilitate the ‘harem’ dynamic while maintaining a ‘slice-of-life’ fortress-building progression.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Erina – A 17‑year‑old swordswoman and slave under Ibuki’s contract, originally from Paul, with drill hair, a refined noble‑like air and speech suggesting she was once a high‑born lady.
• Ibuki – Broke high‑schooler from Earth who got tossed into another world with the “Crafter” class he first thought was useless—turns out it’s totally busted. Black‑haired, germaphobic, and low‑key bitter but sharp as hell. Uses Synthesis, Processing, and Inventory skills to survive, craft gear, and haul loot while exploring. Currently a Level 10 otherworlder, wielding a stone axe, traveling the frontier forest with Charlotte, and just trying to stay alive long enough to find a bit of peace.
• Charlotte – Short, skinny late‑teen slave girl with messy brown hair, feline eyes, and a soft, slender body. Was an Ex‑Level 8 farmer, now Level 10 and bound to Ibuki, who she calls “Master” and calls herself his wife. Wears rags at first, then pretty clothes he makes, plus his bat‑wing hairband. Blushy, clingy, protective, and easily emotional, she follows him on runs, fights, and flights while always worrying if she’s useful enough.
• Shirley – 14yo ex-knight family swordswoman, Ibuki’s 2nd slave (8-gold scapegoat from Karl), rocking long red hair, dignified cool beauty in tight white dress—shocked by the chill vibes at first. Fanatic loyalist, weapon tester, security guard, blunt questioner of his slave game, one of his 3 wives, combat/sales pro but can’t cook.
• Yamada – The Hero summoned from Japan. Currently forced into a subservient role by the Kingdom of Dole through magical enslavement. Possesses high combat stats comparable to a Knight Commander after intensive training. Wears armor and carries a sword.
• Hero – Ibuki’s upperclassman from Earth—summoned as the naive Hero with emotional, mentally fragile personality. Empathetic yet reluctant and inadequate-feeling, lacking survival instincts and political skills. Currently in despair and terrified by his situation.
• Shuri – 15yo tomboy lancer at 170cm, messy blonde hair, lean athletic build—worries about the Dole Kingdom beef heating up. Blacksmithing savvy, she’s the tough chick with a spear who’s all about that hands-on grind.
• Fran – A young member of the group who is easily flustered. Member of the group who expresses moral or existential concern over the ‘unnatural’ leveling process.
• Lotte – 12-year-old slave girl under Ibuki, a scaredy-cat blue mage (water/ice) standing just 130cm with fluffy light-brown hair and big watery eyes. Lacks magic confidence, gets shocked by his OP power, one of the group’s sensitive lil’ sis types dreaming of spell-slinging skills.
• Luna – A 15-year-old girl with rose-pink hair, roughly 155cm tall. A Priest who suffered trauma and physical abuse (welts on her arms) due to her inability to use recovery magic during previous forced training. A companion who recently received armor and weapons from the protagonist.
• Rosanna – Older ex-slave in the party, rocking that high-born noble vibe—volunteers for intel on dark orgs, spots the crew’s busted power levels. Loyal AF, scouts underground, bows deep with solemn grace while opening up on missions.
• Olivia – A member of the group who asks about the ‘weird’ monster types with some technical/magic-tech knowledge who is stunned by the efficiency of Ibuki’s skills. Archer. Eldest of the new recruits. Height approx 160cm (5’3). Deep blue-black hair. Calm demeanor.
• Meena – A young girl and slave who is easily overwhelmed by Ibuki’s crafting abilities. An 18-year-old thief with a youthful appearance. Height is approximately 140cm (4’7).
• Maria – A 16-year-old swordswoman. Has long, lustrous red hair and a sharp, dignified facial structure. One of the new recruit.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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