Volume 5 Chapter 19 The Corrupt Workshop*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ever since the incident with Elara, the consultations from the women of the village have been non-stop.
Ostensibly, these were serious meetings about health or life planning for their old age.
However, the reality was a line of females seeking the seeds of my rejuvenation.
Once they see a withered flower drink water and bloom vibrantly again, anyone would wish for the same. It is a biological survival instinct and an obsession with beauty.
I squeezed these sessions in between my administrative duties, handling them one by one.
In the bedroom that served as my examination room, I carefully performed diagnostics and treatments for each.
This was also necessary work to increase the village’s population and bolster loyalty to me. It was not merely for sexual gratification, but a duty as a ruler—I continued to sow seeds diligently and efficiently.
One afternoon, I slipped out of the office and visited a workshop in a corner of the village.
This was a smithy run by a husband-and-wife artisan pair, who were of dwarf descent, not Elf.
The purpose was to check on the progress of a new chair for me to use as a throne.
Clang, clang….
As I approached the workshop, a regular, powerful hammering sound echoed.
The smell of burning iron, charcoal, and oil tickled my nostrils.
Stepping inside, the heat radiated from the furnace struck my skin.
In front of the blazing red furnace, a small, muscular man was hammering iron while shedding beads of sweat. It was a demon steel alloy frame.
”Hey, keep it down, I’m workin’ here!” Kulum muttered, though he was so absorbed he didn’t even notice me.
I called out, but the artisan, Kulum, did not notice.
He seemed completely absorbed in his work.
He judged the color temperature of the heated iron and swung his hammer without a single cloud of hesitation. His figure was like a seeker of truth, and having an artisan’s spirit is a good thing.
”My, how terribly uncouth of me to keep you waiting, King. Welcome,” Melis said, appearing from the back with tea.
She had her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, and was dressed in a thin tunic with a low neckline and a worn leather apron.
If I recall, she was 127 years old.
She was a half-human, which is rare in this village of many Elves—a species with a short lifespan.
She was about 160 centimeters tall with a voluptuous, well-fleshed body.
She had a so-called “easy-birth” figure; the strings of her apron dug into the cleavage of her ample breasts, emphasizing the twin mounds.
Every time she walked, the ample, fat-filled flesh swayed with a sense of weight—it was poison to the eyes.
”My husband loses sight of everything around him once he concentrates. Please forgive the rudeness,” she added.
Melis offered the tea with a friendly smile.
However, there was a shadow somewhere in that expression.
Her eyes were moist, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
A languid, feverish s*x appeal drifted from her, as if she were catching a cold.
Mixed with the smell of iron, she had a unique body odor, like sweet fruit ripened to the point of rotting.
”It’s fine. It looks like you’ll do a good job,” I replied.
When I took the tea, I intentionally touched her fingers.
Hot.
It wasn’t just a level of having a high normal temperature. It was a core-deep heat, as if something was smoldering inside her body.
”…Haha, it helps to hear you say that. …But,” she whispered.
She did not try to avoid my finger, but instead gripped back with a moist, sweaty palm.
She cut her words off meaningfully, and lowered her voice just a little so her husband wouldn’t hear.
”My, how terribly uncouth of him to love iron alone and leave me be. He even sleeps with his back to me at night… it’s lonely, truly.1 If I leave this body alone, I feel like I’m going to rust.”
She looked at me from beneath her lashes.
She was completely seducing me.
She must have heard the rumors, too.
That the women I have slept with regained their youth and beauty, and became energetic as if a spirit had been exorcised.
”That’s no good. If you neglect maintenance, even the greatest sword will rust and become brittle,” I said.
I grinned and pulled her hand, drawing her toward my waist.
Melis didn’t resist, but instead leaned into my chest as if entrusting me with her weight.
The sensation of her voluptuous breasts transmitted through my leather armor.
”Yes, indeed. …King, if it’s alright with you,” she sighed.
Melis breathed a feverish sigh against my ear.
”In the material storage shed out back, no one comes there now. …My, could you possibly remove my rust?”
Out back, with her husband frantically swinging his hammer right in front of us, separated by only a single wall?
…Not a bad situation. A diligent husband and a dissatisfied wife.
”Very well. It’s time for maintenance,” I said.
Behind the workshop.
A pile of wood and scrap lumber stacked high created a blind spot that blocked the view from the surroundings.
From the other side of the wall, the rhythmic clang, clang of the hammer continued to echo.
It was the sound of her husband working.
Melis placed her hands on the lumber and got down on all fours, sticking out her buttocks.
She rolled up her tunic and lowered her underwear.
Her large, white, fleshy buttocks were exposed.
Her thighs were thick and had a bounce that would sink in if you pressed them with your fingers.
Her private area was already astonishingly wet.
High-viscosity, honey-like Love Fluids were running down her thighs.
”You’re quite well-prepared. Were you feeling it while watching your husband work?” I asked.
”Ah… my body, it aches, I can’t help it. It’s been like I have a low fever… it’s painful,” she gasped.
It seemed that by nature, she had a constitution like a Magic element pool, easily affected by the Magic elements in the atmosphere.
The Magic elements absorbed into her body did not circulate well; they stagnated and accumulated, causing low fevers and lethargy.
To resolve this, it was best to take in, neutralize, and forcibly expel the bodily fluids of someone with powerful Mana.
In other words, I was a miracle cure for her.
A high-dependency, potent drug, though.
”It’s time for your medicine. I’ll make you drink plenty,” I told her.
I lowered my trousers and took out my erect rigidity.
I applied the tip to her soaked private area.
Hot.
The flesh walls, holding heat like a smelting furnace, wanted to accept me.
Squelch…!
I inserted it to the base in one go.
”Nngh, ahhh!”
Melis grabbed the lumber tightly, stifling her voice as she writhed.
Her v**ina was running a high fever, tightening around my shaft as if to melt it.
And then, the strong, clinging stickiness.
The pathological heat, conversely, stoked my sadism.
”Kulum is doing good work. The rhythm is good,” I muttered.
Clang, clang.
The hammer sound ringing out in a constant rhythm.
The sound of striking iron and shaping it.
I thrust my hips in time with that sound.
Thwack, thwack.
The wet sound of flesh colliding overlapped with the intervals of the dry hammer sounds.
”Nh, haa! King’s, chair… make… ah, n-ah!” she cried.
”While your husband is making my chair, I am making a chair out of you,” I noted.
”That’s, terrible… but, it feels good, deep, it’s numbing!” she exclaimed.
With teary eyes filled with both moral corruption and pleasure, she swung her hips to accept me.
The pleasure piercing the core of her body and the relief of her pain fading outweighed any guilt toward her husband.
Every time my wedge struck her innermost depths, the cloudy dregs that had accumulated in her body mixed with my pure Mana and were neutralized.
”More, thrust more! The medicine, deep inside!” she begged.
”You’re a greedy one. Look, your husband is cheering us on, too,” I said.
Clang! Clang!
The hammer sounds became intense.
Perhaps it had entered the finishing stage.
In time with that, I also picked up my pace.
Thud, thud, I thrust so violently the wood creaked.
”Ah, aaah! The hot stuff, is spreading!” she cried out.
Her whole body spasmed, and her inner walls began to pulse.
It was the limit.
”I’m coming, let it all out!” I ordered.
”Ah, it’s coming, the poison, is being removed!” she screamed.
Squelch!
I released a large amount of s**men and Mana toward her innermost uterine opening.
At the same time, Melis also squirted violently.
It was not transparent Love Fluids.
Slightly cloudy, mud-like mucus was expelled along with a large amount of semen.
The toxins that had accumulated in her body were being washed away.
She made her knees tremble and collapsed.
While exhaling rough breaths, she looked up at the sky with hollow eyes.
”Haa, haa… ah, light… my body, it feels impossibly light…” she breathed.
From Melis’s face, the languid, pathological redness from just before had vanished, and a clear, healthy complexion had returned.
When she brushed away the hair stuck to her with sweat, her eyes were clear and full of vitality.
It was a radiant expression, as if a spirit had been exorcised.
As I was adjusting my clothes, Melis suddenly gazed into the void and muttered.
”…I can see.”
”Hm? See what?” I asked.
Her gaze was directed over the roof of the workshop, toward the northern sky.
”Beyond the forest… in the northern direction, something like a black mist. …Is that, a flock of monsters?” she wondered.
I frowned.
It was several kilometers from here to the northern forest.
It should be impossible to see with the naked eye.
However, her eyes certainly seemed to be catching something.
Her focus was not aligned.
They were eyes looking at something else, not a physical sight.
(Is this the effect of receiving my excessive Mana?)
Abilities like farsightedness or heat sensing might have awakened.
My seeds sometimes brought unexpected side effects.
”The numbers?” I asked.
”…Many. A hundred, or maybe more. …There is one large heat source. Like a bonfire, flickering red…” she replied.
I grinned.
I had intended it to be just a tryst, but I had made an unexpected catch.
It was as if I had acquired a living detector for early warning.
If I slept with her regularly, I might be able to maintain and strengthen this ability.
”You’ve become a convenient woman. From now on, I will have you work as my eyes, Melis,” I stated.
”Yes… Master. Ufufu, please perform treatment again, okay?” she giggled.
Melis rubbed her cheek against my arm, as if fawning over me.
From her body, that unhealthy, sweet smell had disappeared, and the scent of a youthful female remained.
Beyond that, her husband, who knew nothing, was still striking iron enthusiastically.
As I left the workshop, I began to think about my next move.
A flock of monsters in the north.
And the large heat source at their center.
I had just been thinking that I needed a new experimental subject for my Magic.
Now that the rust removal was finished, shall we do a test slash?
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Summary:
The protagonist visits a workshop to check on his new throne and encounters the artisan’s wife, Melis. After a brief conversation filled with flirtation, the protagonist discovers she is suffering from a magical imbalance and proceeds to “maintain” her. In the process, Melis awakens a sensory ability that allows her to detect a distant, threatening flock of monsters.
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Trivia:
Melis is 127 years old, a half-human species with a short lifespan.
The protagonist’s essence functions as a potent medicine for those with magical imbalances.
Melis’s new sensory ability might be a side effect of the protagonist’s Mana.
The northern monsters include a significant heat source.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Elara – A 120-year-old Elf with long silver hair and mature features, she is married to Gael. For fifty years, she has struggled with infertility, leaving her unable to conceive a child. This ongoing battle has left her living with a deep sense of inferiority despite her long life.
• Kulum – A dwarf blacksmith who works with his wife. He is deeply focused on his craft and often oblivious to his surroundings.
• Melis – A dwarf artisan’s wife who feels neglected by her husband. She possesses a feverish, seductive quality and a constitution susceptible to magical elements. She had her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, and was dressed in a thin tunic with a low neckline and a worn leather apron. She was about 160 centimeters tall with a voluptuous, well-fleshed body.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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