Chapter 273 Interlude: The Childhood Friend Who Betrayed Me Wants Me Back, but I’m Already Happy With My New Girlfriend
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
How the hell did I end up in this mess?
Early this morning, the high-ranking brass were losing their minds because an enemy messenger had arrived. Apparently, our Hero decided to just go ahead and murder the guy. So, who did they pick to carry the dead man’s severed head back to the enemy? Me.
Why does a bottom-tier soldier like me have to do this? Honestly, if I go in there, I’m as good as dead…
Wrapped in that dark despair, I made my way to the enemy encampment. But then…
”Come on in, Mr. Messenger. Please, have a taste.”
A girl with hair as thick and gold as honey-blonde nectar ushered me into a private tent. Inside, a table and chairs were already waiting, along with another girl standing by. As soon as I sat down, the girl who led me in began pouring liquor into a cup with a steady hand.
”This is our special mead¹. It’s incredibly sweet. Here, take a long pull.”
She urged me to drink with a bright smile. I stared down at the golden liquid filling the cup to the brim. It gave off a heavy, sugary aroma.
”Not drinking? Don’t tell me… are you worried it might be poisoned?”
She hit the nail on the head. To be honest, that was exactly what I was thinking.
”Oh, you’re hopeless. Hey, come over here!”
The girl called out to the maiden waiting in the shadows of the tent. At a glance, they were identical. They could have been sisters-no, they were close enough to be twins. The only real difference was their hair. The one serving me had fluffy, wild curls, while the other had silky, straight hair that fell to her shoulders. Other than that, I couldn’t tell them apart. But this second girl… her expression was just… blank.
The girl serving the drinks snatched the cup from my hand and shoved it toward the newcomer.
”Drink up.”
Without a second of hesitation, the straight-haired girl pressed the cup to her lips and drained the mead in one go. She didn’t even blink. Well, she was so expressionless I couldn’t tell what she was thinking anyway, but she seemed fine.
”See? Not a drop of poison.”
She refilled the same cup with more mead. Seeing the other girl finish it without dropping dead was enough for me. I didn’t want to die, but I had come here prepared for the worst. At this point, poison or not, it didn’t matter. I threw my head back and downed the whole thing.
”…It’s amazing.”
”Right? Right? Here, have another!”
She poured another brimful. This time, I took my time, letting the flavor settle. It was delicious. Sweet, smooth, and went down like silk. This wasn’t the kind of stuff a commoner like me ever got to touch. This had to be an incredibly expensive vintage. Do these people drink this every day…?
Clink. Clink.
”Want more?”
”Ah, yes. Please… another refill.”
The mead flowed with a rhythmic glug-glug. I kept drinking. Honestly, I felt like I could go on forever.
Slurp. Gulp.
”This is incredible. I’ve never had anything this good in my life.”
”You think so? That makes me happy! To be honest, I’d rather be making candies and pastries, but I’ve decided that those kinds of sweets have to wait until after the war is over.”
”Is that… so? Then we really need to end this thing as quickly as possible.”
”Yes! I’m planning on opening a sweet shop once the war is done, so you’d better come visit, Mr. Messenger!”
”I… I suppose I’d like that. Someday.”
So that was her dream. It was a humble one, but her eyes were sparkling with a fierce determination to make it happen. Honestly, though, I didn’t know if it was even possible. More than that, I didn’t think I’d ever make it there. Even if I got back to my own lines, they’d probably execute me just for being treated so well by the enemy. If not, I’d probably just die on the front lines. I really didn’t see a future for myself.
But wait… why does it feel so breezy down there all of a sudden? Did I drink too much?
Slick. Slurp. Lick-lick.
(Wait… why does it feel so good down there?)
”Hehe? What’s the matter?”
”No, it’s just… things are getting a little… tingly, I guess? I don’t know…”
Nom. Munch.
”!? Ngh!? W-What the!?”
Suddenly, my lower half-my member-was enveloped in something wet and warm! What was this sensation!? It felt like a slug or something was crawling all over me…
”Uooooh! This feels way too good! What the hell is-wait, WHAT!?”
When I looked down to see what was happening to my crotch, I saw the other girl. She had my entire member inside her mouth.
”Y-You! What are you… Ahee!”
A pathetic, high-pitched yelp escaped me. It just felt that good. This was a first for me. Well, I’m a virgin, so of course it’s a first.
”Darling told us to give the messenger the most generous hospitality possible. That’s why we’re giving you plenty of booze… and as much s*x as you can handle. Tell me, does it feel good?”
The girl who had been serving me whispered directly into my ear. Her voice was so sweet it felt like my brain was turning into mush.
Schlup. Chu-pa. Slurp. Lick-lick. Ngh. Nom. Slurrrrrp.
The sound of her sucking on me was wet and loud. This incredibly cute girl was actually…
”Ku, aah! No, I’m gonna-I’m gonna blow! It’s coming out!”
Splurt! Splat! Splutter!
A thick, white filth-my seed-erupted into the mouth of the girl feasting on me. She looked startled by the suddenness of it, but she didn’t show a hint of disgust.
”Ngh… gulp… gulp…”
She swallowed every bit of it.
”Wait, hey! You didn’t have to drink it all…”
”Ehh? It’s a waste to spit it out! Don’t you think so too?”
The girl pulled away from me with a wet pwha sound and nodded robotically. She was still as expressionless as a doll.
”Anyway, don’t worry about it! Just relax and let her take care of you. It felt good, right?”
”I mean… yeah, but…”
”You want more, don’t you?”
”Well, I… yes… but…”
”No ‘buts.’ Unless… you hate it?”
”No, I definitely don’t hate it! It’s just… I don’t know if a guy like me deserves this kind of treatment.”
”Don’t overthink it. You want to feel good, and she wants to make you feel good. There’s no problem at all, right?”
Was that really it? Was it that simple?
Despite my doubts, she suddenly bared her heavy, plump breasts and used them to sandwich my member. Then, she leaned down and started sucking on me all over again.
Shu. Shu.
Flick. Lick. Nom. Munch. Slurrrp.
She wrapped the entire shaft in the warmth of her chest while her tongue teased and flicked at the very tip. It was warm, soft, and sent electric shocks straight through me.
”Mr. Messenger’s c**k is a bit small compared to Darling’s, but it’s still pretty big, isn’t it?”
”Darling”… she must be talking about the guy in charge here. The traitorous former Hero-the Demon King.
”By ‘Darling,’ you mean that traitor Hero, right? Just… how big is he, exactly?”
”Hmm, about this much?”
The girl who had been serving me held up her arm, pointing from her elbow all the way to her fingertips. If he was the size of her forearm, he was a monster. As a man, it made me feel pathetic. I really shouldn’t have asked.
”It’s okay, though! Look, you’re already sticking out from between her b**bs, so you’re plenty big! Darling is just an outlier. So, have some confidence, okay?”
Honestly, I’d never compared myself to anyone else, so I didn’t know. I guess… I’m actually big?
”Actually… I think you’re bigger than that fake Hero, Sugita. I’ve never seen his, but that’s what Darling told me.”
No way! I’m bigger than the Hero!? To think I’d actually win at something like this. Especially against that infamous Sugita… yeah, that actually gives me a huge confidence boost.
”Sooo, you’d better accept even more of her hospitality, okay?”
”U, kuu…!”
It felt so good I couldn’t even form words. I’d only ever handled things myself before; I had zero resistance to this.
Splurt! Splat! Splutter!
I hit my second climax just like that. This time, I sprayed it all over her face and her exposed, heavy breasts. Maybe because I hadn’t done it in a while, it was incredibly thick and even a little yellowed.
She used her fingers to carefully scrape it off her skin and bring it to her mouth. Despite her innocent face, the gesture was purely lewd. Even if she didn’t show any emotion.
But still…
”I’ve come twice already, and I’m not going soft at all…”
I thought it was just because she was so cute and s*xy that I couldn’t calm down, but…
”That’s because I spiked the mead with an aphrodisiac². Well, actually, our honey naturally has that effect. So maybe it’s just working too well? Look at her, too…”
The girl made her twin stand up and hiked up her skirt. Her crotch was a disaster zone; her panties were soaked through. I couldn’t tell because her face was blank, but apparently, she’d been in heat the entire time she was licking me, wetting the floor beneath her.
”Looks like neither of you is ready to stop, so why don’t you just go all the way?”
The curly-haired girl dropped that bombshell with a cheerful smile.
”Wait, I really don’t think that’s a good idea! I’m… I’m technically the enemy!”
”Hmm, but Darling told us we could do whatever. Oh, but I’m off-limits. I belong to Darling, after all.”
I didn’t ask!
”But… are you really okay with this? Doing… s*xual favors like this?”
”There is no problem.”
The girl answered me flatly, her expression unchanging even as I spiraled.
I should have known something was up. There was a bed already prepared in here. This tent must have been hers from the start. You can’t just set up bedding that quickly. They must have turned her whole living space into a “hospitality suite” just for me.
I thought having a bed in here was just a coincidence, but… to think this was what they intended all along.
”Come on, Mr. Messenger. Take off your clothes and lie down.”
It looks like there’s no turning back now.
* * *
Following her instructions, I lay flat on my back on the bed. My member remained rock hard, pointing straight at the ceiling, standing tall and proud.
”Um… are we really doing this?”
”Yes. This is all part of the service.”
The girl with the straight hair responds, her expression still blank. However, perhaps because the aphrodisiac is working, she has removed all her clothes. Her exposed pink n**ipss are standing stiffly, and love juice flows ceaselessly from her slit. Since she is hairless, it is all the more apparent.
”Then, if you’ll excuse me… Nn.”
She slowly lowers her hips onto my body. As she gradually inserts me, I feel a slight resistance, but she easily pushes through it. Since it was my first time, I didn’t understand what it was at first, but I soon guessed that the resistance was her hymen. In other words, this girl was a virgin too. Still, what incredible pleasure. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before—my first time feeling like this. She squeezes me tightly, and on top of that, she wraps around me. It truly is a pleasure that feels out of this world.
”Nn, nn, ahnn.”
She slowly moves her hips up and down. It feels so good that it wouldn’t be strange if I e**culated immediately. I’ve already finished twice before the insertion, so I can still endure it, though. However, even as she repeats those up-and-down movements, her face remains expressionless. Her mouth is slightly open and her cheeks are flushed, so she must be feeling it.
(But this feels like I’m using a tool shaped like a human… I’m not really into it, or something…)
”Oh my, you look somewhat dissatisfied. Was it not pleasurable?”
The curly-haired girl, who had been watching silently the whole time, asks.
”N-No! It feels good! But, this girl… her expression doesn’t change, so it feels like I’m dealing with a doll…”
”Ah… ahh, I see. That’s how it is. It can’t be helped; this girl was just born, so she doesn’t have a sense of self or emotions. Sorry, this was my oversight. You’re right, emotions are necessary after all…”
(No sense of self or emotions? That really is just like a doll. A flesh doll that’s just alive.) Come to think of it, those corpses of the Black Knights³ didn’t show any expressions either. Not a single one had a look of agony. I see, that’s why they can calmly blow themselves up on the battlefield. If they don’t have a self or emotions, they don’t fear death.
”Hmm, what should I do. If it stays like this, the Emissary will be dissatisfied… well, I guess it can’t be helped. I have to make sure the Emissary is satisfied. It’ll be a ‘report later’ situation, but Darling will surely forgive me.”
She’s mumbling to herself.
”Alright! If I get scolded, I’ll just apologize properly! …Emissary, there’s a way to make her sense of self sprout right now. What do you want to do?”
”There is? What exactly is it…?”
”Give this girl a name. If you do that, her sense of self will sprout, and emotions will be born too.”
”A name…?”
(Can emotions really sprout just from that?) But there’s no way I can think of a name so suddenly—
”…Shirley.”
I accidentally blurted it out. Shirley was my childhood friend. Our houses were next to each other and we had promised to marry, but while I was away for a short time as a soldier, she was stolen by the second son of a noble. Furthermore, she made remarks looking down on me and despising me, and became the noble’s concubine. I still remember it now.
’He is richer, higher status, and better looking than you. I’m so glad I didn’t marry a tiny human like you.’
That gaze looking down on me and those words. It was then I understood. The Shirley I knew was gone; she was dead. But I must have still had lingering attachments. To think that name would come out so suddenly.
”…Shirley?”
”Ah, yes. It came out suddenly, did you not like it?”
”No… Shirley… Shirley… Shirley! I am Shirley! Ahnn!”
The girl repeats the name Shirley over and over. Then, the change arrives abruptly. Her face, which had been like a mask until now, gains light in its eyes, and becomes filled with joy. She even begins to let out moans that hadn’t come out before.
”I am Shirley! Ahnn! Ahnn! Faaahn! Ah! I, am, Shir, ley! Ahi! Hahiin!”
Though she had only been moving her hips monotonically until now, she suddenly starts moving violently. Her v**ina tightens even more, and it feels so good I could practically ascend to heaven.
”Ah! Thank… you! For the… name! Ahnn! Ahnn! Na-Name! Your… name!”
”Ugh… ku… Jack.”
”Jack… Jack! Thank you for the name! Jack, I love you! I love youuu! Nchu, nn, churu.”
She… Shirley, leans her body down and kisses me. A passionate kiss where our tongues enter and entwine. My head starts to feel light.
”Jack… Jack… love, love you… ahnn!”
Shirley whispers in my ear. My brain is melting. I’m drowning more and more.
”Shirley… Shirley!”
”Jack… Jack! Ah! Aaaahn!”
Shirley moves violently, her plump twin peaks bouncing wildly. Above all, Shirley’s face is flushed, her eyes are moist, and she opens her mouth and lets her tongue hang out as if she’s in bliss. Seeing Shirley show such an expression is so endearing, I can’t stand it. Above all, I’m close to my limit.
”Shirley! I love you, I love you!”
”Jack! I love you too, I love youuu! Shall we go? Let’s go together! Ah! Ah! Ahnn! Aahn!”
”Yeah, me too… I’m… c**ming!”
”Going, going, going, GOOOOIIIIING!”
Throb! Splurt! Gush!
I e**culated inside Shirley’s v**ina. Shirley also reaches her limit, arching her back as she climaxes. Then, as if her strength left her, she collapses on top of me.
”Haah, haah, haah… Shirley…”
”Haah, haah, haah… Jack… chu.”
And then, we exchanged kisses with each other.
* * *
Shirley is breathing softly in my arms.
”Hmm, she lacks endurance just like me. Though it can’t be helped given her race… to be like this after just one time, mmm-hmm.”
The curly-haired girl, who had been watching my and Shirley’s pillow talk the whole time, has her arms crossed, eyes closed, and head tilted.
”U-Um…”
”Hyaa?! W-What is it?”
Perhaps because she was lost in thought, the curly-haired girl is startled greatly.
”There’s something I’d like to ask…”
”Something you want to ask? Anything I can answer is fine.”
”Well… why did she become so proactive just from getting a name… or rather, she changed too much, right?! Plus, isn’t she incredibly affectionate? Why is that?”
”Ah, that.”
She… Mitsuba⁴-san says it’s a type of imprinting. Normally, giving a name provides a sense of self and allows emotions to sprout, and while they would feel gratitude toward the person who named them, they usually wouldn’t have romantic feelings.
However, if you name them during s*xual intercourse, they will direct their favor—or rather, their affection—toward the person who named them. Of course, in cases of violation or rape, it has the opposite effect and they will direct hatred toward you. In this case, since Shirley gave her consent herself, an affectionate imprinting occurred.
”So, did this girl, Shirley, feel good?”
”It was… a pleasure that made me feel like I was ascending to heaven.”
”I see. It was worth going this far then.”
Mitsuba-san smiles brightly as if to say it was a great success. But, what should I do? Even so, I am an enemy to them… to Shirley. I have to go back.
”Munya… Jack… love you… nyufufu…”
On top of me, still connected, Shirley is talking in her sleep happily. I probably can’t take her back with me. I might be one thing, but she would definitely be killed. Especially by that Hero. But if I don’t go back, the people waiting… wait? (Is there anyone waiting for me?) My parents have already passed away, my childhood friend Shirley was stolen, and I don’t have anyone I could call a friend. In contrast, I have the very cute Shirley here. The alcohol is delicious. Even this bed is exceptionally comfortable. The one back there is hard, and during marches, forget a bed—we slept together on the bare ground.
(There’s no need to go back, right?)
”U-Um!”
”What is it, Emissary?”
”Is it… okay if I stay here?”
In the end, I stayed here on the Greedia side and ended up entering into a marital relationship with Shirley just like that. Later, I would have a reunion with the completely fallen man who stole her and my former childhood friend… but that is another story.
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Summary:
The messenger arrives at the enemy camp expecting death but is instead greeted with high-quality mead and s*xual favors from twin-like maidens. They reveal they are acting under the orders of their ‘Darling,’ the former Hero. The chapter ends with the messenger being led to a bed for a full s*xual encounter.
Jack engages in a physical encounter with a soulless ‘flesh doll.’ By naming her Shirley—after his unfaithful childhood friend—he triggers her ego and emotions via a process called ‘imprinting.’ Realizing he has nothing left in his old life, Jack decides to stay in Greedia and marry the newly sentient Shirley.
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Trivia:
- The mead is spiked with a natural aphrodisiac.
- The ‘Darling’ (Demon King) is mentioned as being significantly more well-endowed than the messenger.
- The messenger is a virgin.
- The Hero Sugita is explicitly mocked for his size.
- The ‘Black Knights’ are revealed to be emotionless soldiers who commit suicide attacks because they lack the fear of death.
- Imprinting during non-consensual acts results in hatred rather than affection.
- Jack is an ‘Emissary’ on the Greedia side, though his previous life was as a common soldier.
- The noble who stole Jack’s original childhood friend belongs to the ‘Burton’ house
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Character Insight:
The messenger struggles with low self-esteem and fear of his superiors, which is briefly alleviated by the girls’ praise and physical attention.
Jack transitions from a man haunted by betrayal to one who chooses a simulated replacement, showcasing a deep-seated loneliness and a practical, if somewhat cynical, approach to happiness.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that this chapter is an ‘interlude’ because they couldn’t resist writing the erotic scenes instead of the main plot.
The text references several meta-jokes, including a parody of ‘G Gundam’ at the end with the ‘Master and Disciple’ dialogue.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sugita – Leader of the Sugita gang and Natsumi Sasaki’s primary bully, born into police privilege—grandfather Superintendent General, father a Superintendent—ensuring his crimes vanish. Lean, sharp-featured, with a cold, arrogant stare that screams “I can get away with it.” Wields Steal (窃盗) to manipulate minds and control women; once impersonated hero Sieben with mask and greatsword, only to be stripped of status and dropped to Level 7. Cursed as a “Hero” doomed to endless death and resurrection, he became a Lesser Vampire, was executed, and erased from existence—yet his legacy lingers in whispers: mocked by girls for having a smaller member than the messenger.
• Emi – Nagase Emi, 23, 159 cm, youthful look, 85‑56‑83, former teacher of the protagonists, once admired for kindness but secretly bullied Natsumi Sasaki. Now a cautious Plaudix strategist, she feigns loyalty to King Maugo while safeguarding other Heroes, leading beside the Knight Commander. Manipulative, sociopathic, cold toward soldiers.
• Shirley – A ‘flesh doll’ born without a sense of self. She is hairless with pink nipples. She gains an ego and intense affection for Jack after being named by him during intercourse.
• Jack – A former soldier who abandoned his post to stay in Greedia. He has no living family and was betrayed by his childhood friend back home.
• Mitsuba – 142 cm honey‑bee Mushi‑jin with honey‑blonde curly shoulder‑length hair, deep‑blue compound eyes, two antennae, four translucent wings, yellow‑black striped abdomen, tanuki face and large drooping eyes; busty child‑bearing figure now leads Greedia’s aerial unit in yellow‑black armor, clingy Kin of the King, softer than Kuroa, more persistent than Suzu. Former Killer Army ant turned human, physically affectionate and seeking sexual rewards from Natsumi. Also a Greedia‑affiliated curly‑haired girl who oversees flesh‑doll creation, explains imprinting, is a seductive subordinate of Natsumi tasked with hospitality.
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