Volume 6 Chapter 22 The First Cry of Reconstruction and the Demonic Ear of Subjugation*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Several days had passed since then.
Later, when I was sorting through the salvaged items, a single document surfaced from the bottom of a crate.
When I showed it to Lara, her expression shifted before she even read the words.
The design of the wax seal. The serrations on the outer rim and the intersecting sacred seal. That combination was the deciding factor, she said. Even without formal diplomatic relations, it was the kind of mark any soldier worth their salt would recognize from rumors.
The Holy Pontificate’s Inquisition Bureau…… The enforcers of the Theocracy, sent to pass judgment.
What absolute fools.
Going through the trouble of traveling this deep into the Magic Forest just to deliver a massive payload of offerings. If they come back, I’ll gladly accept their cargo again.
The atmosphere in the village is changing dramatically.
The suffocating silence, thick with the premonition of death, is gone.
Replacing it is the raw, earthy scent of turned soil and the constructive heat of a village pushing toward recovery.
I stand on the slope of the West District, looking down at the carnage below.
The wake of a force of nature called Gauz. What used to be water conduits had been pulverized beyond recognition, exposing white, jagged cross-sections to the air.
”…It’s a mess,” I muttered. “Truly crushed to powder.”
I let out a sigh and grabbed hold of the magic elements in the atmosphere.
In my mind, I traced the memory of tempered industrial glass from my previous life. But what I was doing wasn’t a delicate chemical experiment. It was a forced execution using violent heat.
……Hiss-s-s-s! !
The air shrieked.
At the command of my fingertips, the generated sand melted like mud, turning into red-hot taffy and being sucked into the void.
Burning away the impurities, it began to restructure into pure, crystalline form.
Bending the laws of nature, I fixed a single pipe in mid-air.
Joining. Cooling.
The severed waterway was forcibly reconnected by nothing more than my will.
A few seconds later.
Chilled spring water began to flow through the transparent pipe, a muddy torrent.
”…It’s perfect, sir,” Sylvia whispered, her voice heavy with fevered anticipation. “The work of the Spirit King never ceases to send shivers down my spine.”
”It’s just plumbing work,” I replied. “…More importantly, shall we go see how the village is doing?”
I turned on my heel and headed toward the Square.
As I turned my gaze toward the streets, vitality was spilling out from every corner of the village.
At the eaves, Hilda, the grain manager, was shoving a small white bag into the hands of her husband, Clement.
”Look, Clement,” Hilda said. “This salt, it’s pure white like snow.”
”Aye, the wheat flour too,” Clement added. “Not a single pebble mixed in… With this, we can bake the finest bread.”
The high-quality provisions salvaged from the human army were now becoming the flesh and blood filling their stomachs.
As I stepped further, bright, bouncing voices drifted from the communal kitchen.
”Amazing…!” Margaret exclaimed, sounding delighted. “This knife, root vegetables feel like butter!”
Next to her, young Rosetta was using a cast-iron pot, scrubbed clean of soot until it shone like a mirror, to peek at her reflection, humming a tune in high spirits.
The iron and food stripped from the enemy. The abundance they brought was surely mutating the very air of the village.
On the perimeter of the Square, the Farrell squad was busy rebuilding the ruins.
Oris and Baldo were holding up a thick main pillar on the ground.
”Guh…!” Oris grunted. “As expected, this thickness takes a toll…! “
”Don’t whine, Oris!” Baldo barked. “If you drop it, the whole roof will collapse! Clench your teeth and hold it!”
With blue veins popping on their necks, the two held the pillar in place with trembling arms.
Above them, on the roof beams, the nimble Lumi and Elza were already standing by.
”Men, don’t make such pathetic sounds!” Lumi shouted down. “A little more to the right!”
”Lumi, I’ll pull it up,” Elza instructed, “so you get the cramps ready.”
”Roger!” Lumi replied. “…Alright, it’s seated. You can let go!”
At Elza’s command, Lumi drove in the stake.
When the men in the forest let go with harsh exhales, the pillar stood vertically like a tombstone, without a hint of a shake.
”…Not bad,” I remarked.
Both ground and elevated crews were performing their roles well.
Everyone was serious. I nodded naturally at their diligent work.
But, what was unfolding in the center of the Square was a scene on a dimension entirely different from such common labor.
”Nngghhh! !”
A roar that shook the air.
Gauz.
The Golden Lion Beastman was carrying a boulder that three grown men couldn’t even budge, all by himself. The muscles all over his body were bulging like steel ropes, writhing under his skin like living things.
Beside him, Farrell raised his voice.
”Gauz! That rock goes north! Use it for the core of the defensive wall!”
”Yeah, leave it to me!” Gauz roared back. “…Next, bring me the next rock!”
I knew Gauz had barely rested.
Scrimping on meal times, covered in mud and dust, he had simply been working relentlessly.
Normally, this would be nothing but a nightmare for the Elves.
But the Elves of the village now looked at him with a mix of astonishment, admiration, and a touch of respect.
The sight of the lion, who worked harder than anyone and continued to embody his loyalty to me, seemed to be melting away the former fear and tearing down the walls in their hearts.
”Heh, how’s that, Boss!” Gauz called out as he approached, scattering sweat like a waterfall. “At this pace, all the rubble in the village will be cleared by today!”
He was covered in mud from head to toe, but his expression held a constructive heat, distinct from his destructive impulses.
”Not a bad pace,” I told him. “But Gauz, clearing it isn’t enough. When you’re done, move to reinforcing the northern ground.”
”Yeah, got it! …Whoa.”
Suddenly, Gauz stopped in his tracks.
His gaze fell on Sylvia, standing behind me.
For a moment, the air grew taut.
Gauz squared his massive frame and stared straight at Sylvia with his golden eyes.
”…My apologies.”
The words were short and heavy.
Gauz bowed his head deeply.
”I laid a hand on the Boss’s precious woman. …It is worth a thousand deaths.”
There were no excuses. No words begging for forgiveness.
There was only the weight of his resolve to admit his sin and bear its burden.
”I’m done apologizing,” he stated. “My atonement shall be shown through my service.”
Leaving only that behind, Gauz didn’t wait for a reply, turned on his heel, and ran back toward the mountain of rubble.
Sylvia watched the lion’s retreating back and whispered, almost to herself.
”…If the Spirit King desires it, I shall forgive you.”
Her fingers, which had been resting on her sword hilt, fell away.
The reconstruction is going well.
The water flows, the pantry is stocked with loot, and the defensive wall is becoming more solid than before.
Listening to the sound of flowing water, I felt my nerves, which had been stretched thin, relax just slightly.
At this rate, I might be able to take some time to stretch my wings.
……As if waiting for that moment of carelessness.
The golden tail swaying in the edge of my vision appeared soundlessly from the shadow of a ruined house.
”…Goshujin-sama.”
It was Lara.
Standing half a step behind her was Mimi, wearing an oversized shirt that didn’t fit her at all.
”Lara. What is it?”
When I called out, Lara offered a plastered-on smile and bowed loosely. The tiger fur draped over her shoulders swayed, as if showing off its weight.
”I have something I would like to discuss with you, sir,” Lara said, her tone refined and elegant. “Could I have a moment of your time?”
”A talk?” I asked. “Can’t we do it here?”
I heard the dry sound of her swallowing deep in her throat.
”Yes. …If possible, in a place without prying eyes.”
Lara gave a signal with her side-eye, and Mimi jerked her shoulders, spinning her long ears like radar to scout the surroundings.
”…N-no one is here, Goshujin-sama,” Mimi chirped.
”Hmm, I see,” I said. “Let’s change locations.”
I signaled to Sylvia with my eyes and followed behind Lara and the others.
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The edge of the village. We walked through an alley lined with empty houses boarded up with window shutters.
The scent unique to Beastmen grazed my nose. A scent that was warm from body heat, and somewhat humid.
…We’re close.
Looking sideways, I noticed Mimi was walking unusually close to me.
Close enough that our arms might touch. Trying to match my pace, her small body was inching closer, little by little.
Before long, Lara pushed open the door of a dilapidated shack.
It was a sealed room filled with the smell of mold, dust, and dry wood.
I threw my body deep into an old wooden chair in the center of the room and crossed my legs.
I stared at the two Beastmen standing in front of me.
”So?” I demanded. “What did you want to talk about?”
When I asked, Lara stepped forward. Her spine was straight, as if frozen.
”Goshujin-sama. I would be honored if you added me to your subordinates.”
”…Oh?”
”I am a military strategist, sir,” she said, maintaining her refined demeanor. “You surely recall that I contributed to a certain victory even in the battle against the human elite troops earlier.”
Lara shifted her gaze to Sylvia next to me.
When I looked at Sylvia, she gave a slight nod of agreement.
”I am worth utilizing. Therefore……”
”No, wait,” I said, tapping the edge of the chair with my fingertips.
”I’ll admit you’re somewhat useful, I suppose.”
I’ve heard the stories. Lara has the eyes and the mind to coldly overlook the battlefield. That much is true.
But having too much intelligence is a problem, isn’t it? I have to wonder if I can really trust this one.
”But you’re one of the Hundred-Beast Federation,” I reminded her. “How exactly do you intend to prove your loyalty to me?”
Lara made a large gulping sound in her throat, licked her dry lips, and looked up.
”…I offer you my body. All of… me, to Goshujin-sama.”
”…Oh. Everything?” I mused. “That’s, well, not a bad proposal.”
I stared into Lara’s eyes, imbuing my gaze with pressure.
”Do you understand what it means to give me everything? Do you have the resolve for that?”
Lara’s fingertips were gripping the fur of her coat tightly.
”Y-yesss! I have it!” she exclaimed. “…Will you, will you do my ears again…?”
I shifted my gaze from Lara to the Rabbit-kin next to her.
Mimi, clutching the hem of her shirt, was staring at me with her eyelids wide open.
…Why is this one the one who’s completely resolved?
Well, fine. If she wants it, I’ll start with Mimi.
”Heh, fine,” I said. “Shall I make you feel good again? Alright, come here. Lend me your ears.”
Mimi sidled up to me, looking up through her lashes.
When I reached out, she offered her long ears.
”Yes… Goshujin-sama…”
As I touched the base of her ears, I could feel the countless capillaries pulsing beneath the thin skin against my palm.
I focused Mana into my fingertips, stroking the inside of her ear—where the sensitive mucosa was practically exposed nerve fibers—directly with the thorns of Mana.
”Ah…! Ahiii, it’s coming…!”
Mimi’s back arched.
As if to say “give me more,” she pressed her ears hard into my hand of her own volition.
”More… more…!”
Just as she wished, I sank my Mana-charged fingers deep into the depths of her ear canal.
”Hnnngh…!?” “A-aah, my brain—it’s meltinggg!”
In an instant, the light of reason vanished completely from Mimi’s eyes. Her pupils, dilated to their absolute limit, swam aimlessly in the void as a viscous, sticky thread of drool trailed from her slack mouth, pattering onto the floor. Her long ears began to twitch and spasm, as if subjected to a lethal charge of electricity.
Mimi gasped, “M-Mimi… my Mimi…! It’s all so messy… getting ruined by Masterrr!”
Splosh!
A transparent tide erupted from between her legs like a geyser. The hot spray cascaded down her thighs, staining the floor beneath her.
”Ah, hngh… m-more… I want more…!” Mimi whimpered.
”You want more? Fine. Go ahead. Just let go,” I commanded.
I pushed the output of my Mana up another notch.
”Hiiieeeaaaahhh! I’m c**ming, I’m c**ming, I’m cummmm-ing! My ears are making me cummmm!” Mimi shrieked.
With a series of violent, unnatural jerks through every joint in her body, Mimi’s eyes rolled back completely to the whites. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
…Passed out again. Just how sensitive are those ears of hers?
I stared down at Mimi’s unconscious face and reached for my trousers. I unbuckled the belt and pulled down my underwear. My rod, hard and throbbing, pulsed in the cold air.
I carelessly pushed her shirt up to her neck. White skin. Small, budding breasts. As I pried her legs apart, her secret place—drenched and drowning in Love fluids and her own tide—was laid bare. A Rabbit-kin’s s*x. Labia thinner than a human’s, the mucosa a pale, washed-out pink.
”Hmm, well now… that opening looks exceptionally tight,” I noted.
I pressed the head of my Glans against the tiny entrance. It was hot. And impossibly, abnormally wet. It was a flood. I slammed another pulse of Mana into the base of Mimi’s ears.
”Pigggh…!?”
Mimi’s spine arched, snapping back as if she’d been struck.
”A-ahhh!? What was that…! My ears… deep inside, it’s all buzzing, and meltinggg…!” she cried out.
She trembled uncontrollably, wracked by the lingering, excessive pleasure poured directly into her ears. Her eyes snapped open; behind the lids, her unfocused pupils wandered the air until they finally locked onto my face. Her gaze slowly drifted downward.
”Ah… Master’s… that big thing… it’s pressing against…” she whispered.
The reality that my rigid member was pressed firmly against her crotch, poised to force open her flesh, finally registered.
”Mimi. Tell me, do you want me to make you feel even better?” I asked.
Her mouth, smeared with drool, hung slack. It was the face of a female in total heat. I thrust my hips forward, just an inch. The narrow ring of flesh sensed my entry and gave a convulsive shudder.
”Hya…! Masterrr! P-please, put it in…!” she begged.
”Good. Watch closely. I’m going to drive it all the way in,” I said.
I locked eyes with her, and in one motion, I drove the wedge home.
Squelch……Thunk!
”G-gaaah…!?”
Mimi’s vocal cords strained, a soundless scream vibrating the air.
”Nngh…”
Tight. The sensation of breaking through that wall of pure virginity. It was hot, narrow, and shallow. The entire v**inal wall throbbed, suctioning against me. At the same time, the stream of Mana to her ears never faltered.
”A-aaaaaahhh!!! My ears and my p-p**sy, both at the same tiiime!!! I don’t know…! It hurts, but it feels so goodddd!” she screamed.
I shoved in forcefully, but hit a dead end halfway. A violent, stifling tightness; she was clenching down with everything she had. I adjusted my stroke, thrusting up to gouge against the v**inal walls.
”Hk, a-ahhh, nnngh…!” she gasped.
Mimi’s tongue lolled out, scattering excess saliva.
”It’s amazing, it’s too much…! My brain, it’s all turning to mushhhh! I’m c**ming, I’m c**ming again…! It just won’t stoooop!” she wailed.
My hard Glans slammed directly into the Uterine opening. Slop, fwuut, pop! The sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoed in the sealed room, accompanied by the raw, wet smack of blood and mucus frothing into white bubbles.
”Masterrr…! Masterrr…! More, I want moreeee! Master…! Destroy me, destroy meeee!” she pleaded.
I cranked the speed and pressure of my strokes to the limit. Every time my Glans hammered against the Uterine opening, Mimi’s abs convulsed, and her entire body jerked into the air.
”A-ahhh! Deeper, deeper…! You’re hitting the spot where the baby would be madeeee!” she cried.
The pressure of her grip, clasping my rod with iron strength. I worked her up, forcing the lubrication out in a deluge.
”Right. Here I come! I’m going to fill you up! Take it all in!” I declared.
”Y-yes, please! Give it to me, Master, your hot, hot stuff, give me all of ittt!” she shouted.
I thrust to the absolute depth of her body, and simultaneously, I released the floodgates of Mana into her ears.
”NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!????”
Every joint in Mimi’s body locked, her muscles arching as if they might snap. Her eyeballs turned up, foam bubbled from her lips, and her limbs flailed madly at the empty air.
I relentlessly hammered my white-hot seed deep into the limits of her over-taxed Uterus. Throb, throb—every time my urethral muscles contracted, the dense, white mass battered against the mucosal walls.
”AAAAAAAHHHH!!! It’s hot, inside meee! From my ears and from my p**sy, I’m getting filled up with Masterrrr!” she screamed.
A high-pitched scream. Full-body spasms. And then, an overwhelming geyser from her crotch. Immediately after, every trace of resistance left Mimi’s body. Total blackout. A mass of limp, surrendered flesh, yielding everything to me.
”…Phew. Got a little carried away there, didn’t I?” I muttered.
I pulled my fingers away from her ears and slowly withdrew my rod. With a soft pop, a mixture of excess s**men and virgin blood—a pinkish fluid—oozed sluggishly from her slackened entrance.
Mimi stared at the ceiling, eyes rolled back, her breathing shallow and irregular.
”Spirit King-sama. Shall I clean up… with my mouth…” Sylvia offered.
”No, that’s fine. If I let you suck it, it’ll take too long. We’ve got others waiting,” I replied.
I held up a hand to stop Sylvia, who had been crawling toward me on all fours, and used Magic to wash the mess from my p**is.
”Now then, Lara,” I said.
I stood up and approached the fox-girl, who stood in the corner of the room like a doll. I hooked a finger under her pale chin and peered into her eyes.
”…What’s the matter? Sorry to keep you waiting. You’re next.”
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Summary:
The village undergoes a transformation as debris is cleared and infrastructure is repaired through the master’s magical intervention. Gauz seeks atonement for his past transgressions through relentless labor, earning the respect of the local elves. Lara and Mimi approach the protagonist to pledge their absolute loyalty, leading to a display of power over Mimi’s sensitive ears.
Ryuichi subjects Mimi to intense sensory overload using Mana channeled through her ears, causing her to lose consciousness repeatedly. After finishing with Mimi, Ryuichi prepares himself to move on to the next partner. The chapter concludes with Ryuichi approaching Lara, signaling the start of her encounter.
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Trivia:
- The Holy Pontificate’s Inquisition Bureau is revealed as a looming threat.
- The protagonist’s magic involves a brutal, forced restructuring of matter rather than delicate experimentation.
- Gauz’s physical labor is physically taxing yet driven by a newfound constructive purpose.
- Mimi’s ears are highly sensitive due to exposed nerve fibers, which the protagonist exploits to assert control.
- Mimi is a Rabbit-kin with thin labia and pale pink mucosa.
- The session involves the use of magical output to enhance physical responses.
Notes:
• Lara – A nine-tailed golden fox-woman of the Hundred-Beast Federation, this refined strategist and advisor possesses pale skin, long eyelashes, and a sharp, calculating mind. Clad in revealing leather armor and a tiger-fur cloak, she acts doll-like and bloodless while captive. She uses Illusion Magic for power and previously manipulated Gauz; now, she apprehensively awaits the protagonist’s approach.
• Gauz – A giant, steel-furred feline beast-man with golden eyes, a massive mane, and dense muscle armor. This hyper-durable, predatory commander wields the axe Agito and possesses an abnormal sense of smell. Arrogant yet fiercely loyal, he led a 30,000-strong force and views the protagonist as the only leader strong enough to hold his leash. Tied to a past security failure, he is now a charred runaway.
• Ben – Struan’s son and Torben’s nephew, this young man served as a callous guide at their base, assisting in the family’s slave-trading enterprise. After confessing to his role in Mia’s death, he was bound by Stone Ball magic and drowned by Ryuichi. His corpse was later stored in the Interdimensional Space as a trophy of the protagonist’s retribution.
• Spirit King – The male protagonist who acts as the sole source of mana for the Elf village ritual. He possesses limitless stamina and approaches his duties with detached efficiency.
• Sylvia – A devoted follower who looks upon her master with intense, fevered adoration. She is highly perceptive and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. A female individual who serves the protagonist. She frequently offers to perform servile tasks, such as cleaning, and is habitually prevented from doing so by the protagonist. A highly capable and deferential subordinate who executes orders with ruthless efficiency.
• King – A powerful, authoritative male lead who possesses immense physical strength and magic. He commands absolute loyalty and submission from the inhabitants of the Silver Moon Village.
• Clement – Hilda’s husband, who is focused on the practical benefits of the recovered food supplies.
• Hilda – The village grain manager who appreciates the high-quality supplies recovered from the enemy.
• Margaret – A woman in charge of the communal kitchen who is delighted by the improved quality of tools.
• Rosetta – A young woman who takes pleasure in the newfound cleanliness and comfort of their village.
• Farrell – An elf garrison captain restored by the protagonist, this determined swordsman leads village security and rebuilding efforts with grim resolve, sharp authority, and a direct, firm leadership style. Eager to regain lost honor, he wields a vacuum wind blade and green aura. Shaped by a past defeat by Ryuichi, he respects his King, loathes the beast Gauz, and maintains a tense alliance with the protagonist while tactically protecting his people.
• Baldo – A cheerful warrior in Farrell’s squad, he keeps his team focused on reconstruction while utilizing zero-range fire magic to expand and rupture his targets.
• Oris – A Farrell’s squad member and longsword user who combines precise stabbing with compressed air bursts, though they find the manual labor of lifting heavy pillars physically taxing.
• Elza – A vanguard archer and precision construction director who coordinates teams with absolute teamwork. They use specialized, light-based arrows to bypass heavy armor and strike structural cores directly, seamlessly blending architectural precision with lethal battlefield coordination.
• Lumi – A nimble scout and warrior who excels at high-altitude construction tasks alongside Elza. Using a curved blade, they leverage centrifugal force to deliver logic-defying, bone-severing strikes.
• Mimi – A petite, pale-skinned Rabbit-kin from the Hundred-Beast Federation with long ears that act as a highly sensitive sensory array. Traumatized by hearing the world’s life force consumed, she serves as an interface for her master, to whom she shows extreme, submissive loyalty. Highly prone to sensory overload, she reacts violently to magic and electrical currents, wearing only an oversized shirt.
• 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.
• Ryuichi – A 40-year-old Spirit King with a younger body, black hair, a beard, and a Japanese past life. Merging modern tech knowledge with an analytical, cold demeanor, he ruthlessly controls the Elder’s Manor and an elf village. He views subordinates and the forest as personal property, using immense mana, gravity magic, and sensory manipulation to be a clinically and sexually dominant ruler over his subjects.
• 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.
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