Volume 8 Chapter 16 On Hold*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I run into Dietlinde-san on my way back again today. Since she’s so meticulous, she likely leaves at the exact same time every day.
”Good evening, Dietlinde-san,” I said.
”Good evening, Daisuke-san,” she replied with a polite bow, looking as sharp as ever in her uniform.
She was flawless, but I could tell she was running on fumes. I triggered a [Fatigue Recovery Set (Temp)¹] to patch her up.
”Thank you, as always,” Dietlinde said.
”Don’t mention it. Is your health holding up?”
”Yes. This level of exhaustion is not a problem,” she insisted.
She said that, but if her fatigue was at a level she can’t even hide, it had to be severe. Her level in skills like [Depression Resistance²] must be through the roof.
”Thank you for the souvenir the other day,” she added.
”No, it was nothing. Did the portion I gave you privately stay under the radar?”
”…Actually, I couldn’t hide it in the end, and we all ate it together. My apologies,” Dietlinde admitted.
”There’s no need to apologize, but I see…”
(I’m not sure how Henriette is going to take this. I’ll have to either talk my way out of it or make a run for it. Still, I’m just glad our little ‘eye contact’ moment got the message across.)
”Well, it should be fine,” I said. “More importantly, it’s more productive to think about our Dungeon Date the week after next. I’m looking forward to it.”
”…Yes. I look forward to your support. If you’ll excuse me.”
With one last polite bow, Dietlinde-san went on her way. I couldn’t quite gauge our progress, but we were moving forward… surely.
* * *
When I got home, it was time for my date with the Gale’s Trio. Today, they apparently had some errands to run, so we met at the fountain square as usual.
”Sorry to keep you waiting!” Sylvie called out.
”We’ve kept you waiting! ♪” Ines added, her eyes practically turning into hearts.
”Sorry, are we a little late?” Juliet asked.
”No, it’s fine. You’re right on time,” I assured them.
Since the three of them were out together, they were dressed down. Juliet was rocking a midriff-baring top and hot pants, Sylvie was in a frilly one-piece dress, and Ines wore a long skirt with short boots. Despite the casual vibe, their charm wasn’t diminished in the slightest.
”All three of you look great,” I said.
”Thank you very much! ♪” Ines chirped.
”I’m happy you said so! ♡” Sylvie beamed.
”…Thanks,” Juliet muttered, looking away.
Whether acting shy or smiling, their different reactions were adorable.
With the start of early autumn, the weather had become much more bearable. As we walked through the streets, a cool breeze occasionally blew by.
In contrast to the freshness of the season, I noticed the number of beefy adventurers in the city had spiked. The [Martial Arts Tournament³] was only three weeks away, after all. It wasn’t just men; there were a fair amount of buff women, too.
You’d see the occasional set of bikini armor, which used magical enchantments to boost defense, making them incredibly expensive. Basically, if someone was wearing that, you knew they were high-level.
In fact, there were zero girls among them who could be called “young.” Furthermore, even if there are more adventurers than usual, the ratio in the urban Royal Capital wasn’t that high compared to the frontier—maybe a few percent at most.
”Are you three not going to enter the Martial Arts Tournament?” I asked.
”I’m not particularly thinking about it,” Ines said.
”There’s not much point,” Sylvie added. “It would be a pain if I got injured.”
”I don’t want to stand out, so I have no intention of entering,” Juliet concluded.
Since they were all from the neighboring country, they didn’t seem interested in standing out to join the Knights’ Order. While the prize money was decent, showing your hand was a risk. For an Elf like Sylvie, the danger was even higher, so she wasn’t about to go looking for the spotlight.
I planned to watch the tournament with Mai, the other transferee. Although it’s called “martial arts,” it isn’t just for brawlers; there are magic divisions and mixed divisions, too.
Last year, it had ended before I even realized it, right after that escort request where I met Ilse. I was too busy just trying to survive back then to even think about being a spectator.
This year, I’d be watching it with Mai on a date. If she actually entered, she’d probably dominate. She’s likely at Skill Level 7 by now.
When you stack a [Transferee Cheat⁴] on top of a [War Saint⁵]’s aptitude, the growth rate is insane.
Even for Mai, though, reaching Skill Level 8 would take another six years. That’s exactly why humans with Skill Level 8 are basically nonexistent.
(Well, I’ll just watch leisurely this time. If I get the chance, I want to enjoy Mai’s top-tier breasts with my eyes, too. We haven’t had much time alone, but she’s been acting pretty open lately, so I might have a shot.)
Since we’d gone through the trouble of going out, I picked a nice restaurant with a relaxed dress code. It had a “casual French” vibe. To a commoner, it was definitely high-end, but with what I was earning, it wasn’t a problem.
”It’s the same at home, but it’s scary getting used to this kind of food,” Sylvie said.
”That’s true. I’m happy to be able to eat such delicious things, though,” Ines added.
”I’m always sorry for this, Daisuke,” Juliet said.
I could tell they were a bit hesitant. This was definitely a luxury for them. I wanted them to purely enjoy the meal, but with their personalities, that was a tall order. Still, it was much better than them acting like they were entitled to it. As for Yuko… well, she was a different story.
”This much is no big deal. But I’d be happier if you said ‘thank you’ instead of ‘sorry’,” I told them.
”If Daisuke says so, I’ll let myself be spoiled. Thank you, Daisuke,” Juliet said softly.
”Thank you very much! ♪” Ines echoed.
”…Thanks,” Sylvie added.
”You’re very welcome.”
Seeing them smile like that made me want to work even harder. (Is this what they call the power of a supportive wife? Probably not.)
* * *
When we got home, it was finally my time with Juliet. The girls had discussed the “order” among themselves, and I stayed out of it. It might be a harem, but it’s not an absolute monarchy.
We headed to the bathroom with our arms linked. Unusually for the shy Juliet, she was the one who invited me to bathe together. Obviously, I wasn’t going to turn her down.
”…Hey,” Juliet started.
”What’s wrong?”
”You did that with Sylvie… and Meta and Ilse, too, didn’t you?”
”That thing I did to Sylvie and the others? You mean…?”
(Is she talking about the [shaving play⁶]?) Juliet is usually strict about this stuff, so I braced myself for a lecture. She was looking away, looking pretty displeased. I decided to get ahead of it.
”I’m sorry!”
”Why are you apologizing?”
”No, I just thought you might be mad about the shaving play.”
”I’m… not mad. I already know you’re a pervert,” she muttered.
”Is that so?”
Looking at her again, she was glancing my way with a beet-red face, but she didn’t look disgusted. If she wasn’t mad or repulsed, was she actually interested? I’ve been a “pervert” for a long time now, so I just let that part slide.
”…If Daisuke says he absolutely wants to do it, then…”
”I absolutely want to do it with Juliet! Please!”
”Too fast! You pervert!” she barked.
”Sorry.”
(I reacted way too quickly.) She glared at me with half-lidded eyes, but I wasn’t about to let this chance slip away.
”If Juliet hates it, I won’t force you. Is it no good?”
”……Today… I’m still too embarrassed… Maybe eventually…”
As I thought, she was open to it. She looked incredibly flustered, fidgeting and refusing to meet my eyes. It was adorable. I’d wanted to try it, but I figured she was too shy for it to ever happen. It’s on hold for today, but knowing she’ll do it eventually is plenty for me.
* * *
This was my first time actually bathing with Juliet. In fact, it was only our second time being intimate at all. Juliet, who has a complex about her breasts—specifically her inverted n**ples—came in wrapped tightly in a towel.
”…You got a problem?”
”No, that’s fine,” I said.
She looked surly, but the way her cat ears were twitching and her cheeks were flushing told me everything. She was just embarrassed. I wasn’t going to rush her.
”I’ll wash your hair, so come over here.”
”……”
Juliet sat on the stool in silence. She had a toned, athletic body, but she was still soft in all the right places. Sitting behind her, I could see her massive breasts bulging against the towel.
Her blue bob was silky to the touch, and her ears were moving restlessly. Her waist was narrow, but her hips were wide and round. She was ‘short and curvy’ in the best way possible.
(Wait, is ‘stacked’ a dead term? Whatever.)
Unfortunately, her tail was tucked under the towel, pulled toward her front.
I poured warm water over her head, and the wet towel immediately clung to her curves. It wasn’t transparent, but the sexiness factor jumped several notches. I tried to suppress my darker urges and started the shampoo.
”Haaah…”
A soft, breathy gasp escaped her lips just from me washing her hair. Keeping it together was a struggle. Knowing Juliet, she wasn’t trying to tease me, and if I pulled anything now, she’d definitely snap. I have to endure. I washed her cat ears with extra care.
”Nngh… ♡ Please be gentle there…”
”A-Ah, yeah…”
(Is she doing this on purpose? No, that’s just her natural reaction.) The difficulty of staying calm was reaching critical levels. I finished her hair and took a breath.
”Can I wash your body, too?”
”……As long as you don’t do anything weird, fine.”
”Got it. Take off the towel.”
She looked like she was having a mental crisis, but she finally gave me the green light. This was Juliet’s absolute limit. I lathered up the soap and started on her back. Just that touch made her leak a little sound.
”Nnh! ♡”
It seemed she was getting sensitive because she was worked up, too. She kept her arms wrapped over her chest, but the way her side-boob squished and peeked out was almost more erotic than if she’d been bare.
(Think about something unsexy… prime numbers! 2, 3, 5, 7, 11…) I washed her with a totally blank expression. I even got to wash her tail as it peeked out.
”Nnnngh! ♡”
She definitely just peaked. No doubt about it. I didn’t say a word about her body twitching; I just kept washing as if nothing happened. If I teased her now, she’d never let me touch her again.
I moved down to her legs. I had to move to her side to reach properly. Her legs were thick and smooth—absolutely perfect. I wanted to nuzzle them right then and there, but I held back.
”I’ll wash there myself, so stay away,” she said firmly.
”No go?”
”No go.”
”Understood.”
The “forbidden zone” was still off-limits. Oh well. Just getting this far was massive progress. I’ll keep my expectations high for next time. The secret place was a no, but there was still plenty to do. The main event—her breasts—was next, but first, I’d do her arms and stomach.
”Okay, arms up.”
”……”
She raised them silently, still refusing to expose her n**ples. For now, this was enough. I felt her supple muscles as I washed her arms, then moved to her ribs, and finally her stomach.
”Could you move your arms?”
”………Don’t look.”
”No, that’s impossible,” I said.
”…As much as possible, then,” she countered softly.
”I’ll do my best.”
Juliet hesitated in silence for a long time, her mind clearly racing, but she eventually uncrossed her arms and let them fall. Though she was a size smaller than Ines, she was undeniably well-endowed. Because of her petite frame, her breasts stood out even more. As I lifted them from below with my soapy hands, I felt their substantial, heavy weight.
”Incredible…”
”……Pervert,” she whispered.
I started by lifting one side to wash the underside. Apparently, having large breasts like hers leads to a lot of trapped heat and sweat. I continued my work, moving to the sides, the tops, the cleavage-savoring every inch of this enchanting paradise. I was trying to stay focused on the task of washing her, avoiding any overt fondling, but my Son was already becoming quite energetic thanks to the way Juliet’s body kept twitching and reacting to my touch.
”Hey, it’s hitting my back,” she complained, “do this seriously.”
”Sorry, but this is an ‘act of God.’ It’s only because you’re too attractive, Juliet.”
”…I suppose it can’t be helped, then.”
Her n**ples were hidden from view, making it impossible to wash them normally. Doing so required special permission. I applied for that permit by lightly pinching her areolas between my fingers. (Can I wash… here?) I thought, but I spoke the request aloud.
”Can I wash… here?”
”Nnh… there is… a little… ah…”
”Is it absolutely off-limits?”
”Nnh… Fine, whatever,” Juliet replied. “I already said it was okay once, anyway.”
”Thank you.”
Since I had asked so politely-while caressing her-she gave in. It seems honesty really is the best policy. I moved around to the front and crouched down, briefly rinsing away the foam. I took one areola into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue before sucking it upward with a wet, rhythmic pulse. Simultaneously, I used my hand to knead and stimulate the other side.
”Nnn… Wait, Daisuke, you’re definitely enjoying this, aren’t you?”
”Of course I am,” Daisuke said. “These are your breasts, Juliet. How could I not?”
”Don’t just… brazenly admit it!”
As we went back and forth, her areolas began to swell into deep red mounds, and her n**ples finally emerged. Since the stated goal was washing, the foreplay had to end there-at least for a moment.
”Haa… Haa… Look, you can wash them now, right?”
”Yes.”
I lathered them up again. Even though they were already massive Rocket Breasts⁷, the way the areolas puffed out was pure eroticism. I washed her single-mindedly, yet with extreme care. When I finally rinsed the soap away, her breasts shone with a plump, glossy brilliance. They were truly supreme-a literal blessing.
”You said it before… and I didn’t doubt you… but you really do love these, don’t you?”
”It would be a crime to hide something this magnificent,” I replied.
”……If it’s only for you, Daisuke… I’ll think about it.”
With that permission granted-or at least, that’s how I took it-I buried my face in her chest and started suckling. The sheer volume and the beautiful shape were overwhelming.
”Ah! Wait, right here?! Nnnh!”
”I couldn’t help myself once I had them right in front of me,” I said.
”Even if you try to butter me up… nhaa!”
I gave her no room for a rebuttal, pouring all my effort into caressing her. Her usually hidden n**ples were incredibly sensitive; every time I licked or sucked on them, her entire body bucked and trembled.
She seemed to be on the verge of a light climax. Seeing her face melting with pleasure, I leaned in for a kiss.
As expected, she responded aggressively, tangling her tongue with mine and clinging to me with all her might.
Juliet is the type who won’t let go once a kiss starts, so I kept our lips locked while continuing to enjoy her breasts. The sensation of them being crushed and flattened against my chest was incredible.
My free hand stayed away from her secret place for now, instead sliding into her cat ears to tickle the insides or tracing kisses along her back and collarbone.
Every time I touched a sensitive spot, she shuddered violently, but she refused to break the kiss. I savored her mouth, which was slick and meltingly hot from her being In Heat⁸.
”Nnnh… Fuh…”
Juliet was clearly enjoying herself, but since it didn’t seem like she was going to let go on her own, I decided to give her a proper climax.
I slid my hand down a bit more forcefully, kneading her breasts with a deep, firm grip. They had a unique, springy elasticity that pushed back against my palms-a sensation none of my other lovers could match.
As I moved her breasts up and down, her sandwiched n**ples rubbed against each other.
”Nhaa… Nfu…”
We broke apart for just a second, but she immediately pulled me back into a kiss. Man, that’s Juliet for you. I reached my hand down and finally touched her secret place. It was covered in a syrupy liquid that was neither soap nor water. I scooped some up and began to rhythmically crush her clitoris.
”Nnnh… Nn…”
Even without my c**k inside her, Juliet’s reactions were enough to keep me fully entertained. Her body writhed obscenely in my arms, moving in time with the wet, squelching sounds of my fingers.
Her breathing was ragged and heavy; she was only one push away. I let my finger sink into her hole with a wet, slick slide, gently stroking the shallow entrance while continuing to grind against her clit.
”Nhaa! No! I’m going! I’m gonna go!”
”Go ahead, Juliet. Just let go,” I said.
I captured her in one last deep kiss as her body stiffened and began to shake uncontrollably in my arms.
”Haa… Haa… Honestly, I can’t believe we did that in a place like this…”
”Sorry. You were just too cute, Juliet.”
”You know I can’t stay mad when you say things like that…”
”We’re finishing this in the bedroom, right?”
Juliet nodded in silence, her eyes making it clear she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied yet.
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Summary:
Daisuke encounters Dietlinde after work and uses his skills to aid her exhaustion, further cementing their budding relationship. Later, he enjoys a lavish dinner with Sylvie, Ines, and Juliet while discussing the upcoming Martial Arts Tournament. The evening shifts to an intimate bath with Juliet, where she tentatively explores new levels of vulnerability.
Daisuke assists Juliet with her bathing, leading to a highly intimate and sexual encounter as her sensitivity peaks. The interaction deepens their physical bond, moving from playful washing to a full-blown climax for Juliet. The scene transitions with a shared understanding that their passion will continue in a more private setting.
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Trivia:
- Dietlinde is a sheep-type beastman.
- Bikini armor is actually high-level gear due to defensive enchantments.
- Transferees like Mai gain experience at 10 times the normal rate.
- Daisuke is currently supporting his lovers financially through his increased earnings.
- Juliet is smaller than Ines but notably more top-heavy.
- Juliet’s cat ears are an active erogenous zone.
- The ‘In Heat’ state appears to be a biological beastfolk trait that increases sensitivity.
- Daisuke has multiple lovers, as indicated by his comparison of breast elasticity
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Character Insight:
Juliet shows significant growth by inviting Daisuke into the bath, overcoming her deep-seated insecurities about her body to move their relationship forward.
Juliet displays a mix of embarrassment and intense physical desire, while Daisuke is unashamedly honest about his attraction.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘transistor’ joke refers to an old Japanese term for small but powerful electronics, used here to describe Juliet’s compact yet curvaceous physique.
The author notes that Clarissa remains a fan favorite based on previous reader engagement.
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TL Notes:
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Notes:
• Dietlinde – Slender sheep‑beastwoman with fluffy white curls, tiny spiraling horns and subtle ears, wears low heels and a crisp uniform as Adventurer’s Guild receptionist at the Maultasche Royal Capital Guild. Once aloof to Daisuke, she now quietly cares for him, drawn to his recovery magic, small gifts and calming scents, nurturing secret affection and dreams of cosmetics.
• Daisuke – Mid‑40s Japanese reincarnate with a youthful, Green‑God‑blessed face, modest armor, one‑handed sword and buckler. Gale Party leader who hides dragon‑slaying feats while mentoring his polyamorous harem—Ines, Regina, Dietlinde, Cassandra, Rin, Meta, Camilla—with strategic, gamified empathy. Endless stamina, alchemy skill, high sexual technique, “Sense Malice” ability, balancing dungeon quests and tender post‑mission care.
• Henriette – A dog‑like beastman receptionist and guild clerk, ~160 cm tall with long grey‑white hair, favored by the department head who lets her off‑load tasks. She has a dual personality, is pursued by Thomas’s unwanted advances, and is interested in Daisuke.
• Sylvie – Petite 140 cm elf with pointed ears, blue bob‑cut hair, silky texture, blue eyes and a fairy‑like smile. Usually in a white blouse and embroidered yellow forest‑scented skirt; for dates a gothic‑lolita dress with lace‑up boots. Top‑ranked Gale adventurer, Daisuke’s spirit‑magic teacher, scout/trap‑expert, MP‑potion drinker. Motherly, observant, mediator, older sister to Camilla, playful, ears twitch with mood, crush on Daisuke, recently left her village. Affectionate, occasionally lonely, seeks intense‑sweet, meltingly slow intimacy.
• Ines – 170 cm tall, long emerald‑green hair, blue eyes; statuesque, erotic silhouette in college‑style heavy armor, large‑chested, dignified, floral‑perfumed, goddess‑like smile. Level 21+ D‑Rank swordsman, leader of the Gale Party, core household member who harmonizes the group. Shy yet logical, deeply affectionate, mature, yearning for a child. Daisuke’s lover; her ample chest and heart‑shaped eyes light up when she looks at him.
• Juliet – 150 cm cat‑kin beastwoman, blue bob hair, expressive ears, puff‑tail, large chest, wearing hot‑pants, crop‑top and short jacket. Tsundere Gale Party instructor, dual‑wields a two‑handed sword and bears the Idaten skill. She teases Daisuke relentlessly, yet only he can soothe her loneliness; when drunk she becomes stubbornly persistent, her stern façade hiding tender devotion.
• Mai – 175 cm tall, toned athletic, thick chest armor, single ponytail, slightly masculine look. War Saint Vanguard of the Working Women Party and Leemans member — former gym instructor, adventure‑loving, brisk speaker — friendly Yamato Nadeshiko ally, recalling past‑life martial‑arts tournament knowledge. Transferee with ‘super‑class’ breasts and a 10× EXP cheat.
• Ilse – Tiger‑kin slave, petite boyish frame, pointed ears, thick tail, level‑17, Faint Resistance, Mind skill. Energetic, cheeky, loves sweets, hates fighting Sheep, stubborn yet loyal. Teases Daisuke like a guy‑friend, flirts for rewards, mixes sharp common sense with perverted humor, unwavering devotion.
• Yuko – 17‑year‑old high‑schooler, reincarnated from a 40‑year‑old Earth civil servant/tech‑track pro, sports a half‑up hairstyle, thin chest armor, stands 160 cm with a standard build. Polite yet low‑motivation, poor etiquette, apprentice to Lady Xaveria, knows Daisuke, and battles entitlement and stress as an excluded former technician whose toxic elitism keeps her out of the group.
• Meta – A mature, curvy priestess with long blonde hair and a soft, pillowy figure, she glows with a warm pink aura of devotion toward Daisuke—her lover and fellow adventurer—once a high-ranking duchess and abusive wife, now transformed by their bond and no longer despising men. Deeply romanticizing his traits, she radiates a love-struck aura, spent an entire night with him during heat, and cunningly plays the role of a cute, loyal hostage to Moritz while secretly planning to move into his house upon returning to the Capital. A devoted member of the Gale Party, she shares intimate insights into Daisuke’s preferences with quiet, affectionate precision.
• Clarissa – Clarissa, a curvy librarian with soft features, shoulder‑length blonde hair and a bashful, girl‑like smile, is about ten centimeters shorter than Daisuke. Formerly a merchant’s daughter, she now works as a Royal Capital librarian, skilled in geography, rose‑scented, and quietly ashamed of past drunken missteps and age‑related insecurities. As Daisuke’s associate she offers gentle, slightly pressuring smiles and “anytime hugs,” masking a longing to be seen as worthy beyond her faded glamour.
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