Volume 7 Chapter 17 The Thermonuclear Changing Room and Connected Bonds*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The cool wood of the changing room floor pressed against the soles of my feet.
Across the dry timber, fresh, clean cloths that Anna and the others had just laid out were spread open, and clothes baskets woven from willow branches stood in neat, orderly rows.
In the semi-open space constructed from thick pillars and wooden walls, a damp breeze blew through, carrying the scent of the forest as it descended into night.
From the gaps near the ceiling, white tongues of steam billowed from the baths, flooding the space. The crisp scent of dry lumber mingled with the rich, earthy aroma of the forest floor. And beneath it all… the musk of the household’s women, thick and sticky with an aroused sweetness, trembled with the anticipation of the secret rites about to unfold.
First, the women of the household loosened their robes.
Standing tall with my arms crossed in a commanding posture, I deliberately inspected the sight of the females who served me as they shed every thread of clothing, laying bare their forms.
Sylvia let her sash drop without a single trace of hesitation. Sweeping her platinum hair behind her shoulders, she gracefully let her robe slide away, her sculpted, statuesque physique rising out of the floating mist.
Liana and Mina exposed their bodies with well-practiced movements, beginning to fold their garments in front of the baskets.
Erika and Anna followed suit.
As the fabric slipped from Anna’s narrow shoulders, it exposed an unblemished, clear expanse of skin like polished marble. In the deeply hollowed contour of her collarbone, a single bead of sweat caught the light and pooled.
Bending over to fold her clothes, the arching curve of her slender waist was drawn taut. Her twin spheres, ripening beautifully in a way that seemed almost strange to her delicate frame, swayed in rolling waves that matched her ragged breathing. Her pale pink tips swelled and hardened into sharp points, reacting fully on their own without anyone even touching them.
Anna’s hands froze for a fleeting second. I could tell she was acutely aware of my gaze crawling all over her soft flesh.
Yet, far from trying to hide herself, she looked back up, locking her slate-blue eyes directly with mine. As if offering up her entire being, she slowly, deliberately parted her legs. My awareness was drawn in, pinned completely to the soft, honey-colored down that blanketed her lower abdomen.
Right beside her, Erika bared her own wanton flesh. Released from the constraints of the fabric, her breasts bounced with a heavy, prominent mass that seemed almost too burdensome for her delicate shoulders.
The luster of her skin was completely different compared to a week ago. Infused day after day with my seed, her flesh now possessed an indecent, honeyed sheen, like fruit hanging on the very precipice of ripening to perfection.
Once all the garments were nestled in the baskets, the density of the air in the changing room sank a notch further, growing heavy.
A space of absolute nudity, just before entering the water.
The chill of the wooden floorboards and the dampness of the steam clung to bare skin. The feverish gazes of every person present converged naturally onto me, their master.
Behind me, Sylvia smiled, resting her left hand against her chest.
Liana stood a step to the side, concealing an intense passion beneath a cool, detached expression, while Mina happily drew close to Erika, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. Anna’s eyes were already stitched immovably to my lap.
Normally, this would be the moment where Liana stepped directly in front of me and Mina began to undo my clothes.
But today, Sylvia’s quiet voice echoed through the changing room instead.
”Erika, Anna. You have always watched from the sidelines, haven’t you? If that is the case, then today, you two shall perform the duties,” Sylvia instructed gently.
Liana’s silver-gray eyes turned toward Anna in silence.
The exact position to bend the knees. The height at which to place the hands. The single breath to take before touching the waistband. Liana demonstrated each and every detail through nothing more than her gaze and the slightest movements of her fingertips.
”…I will, do it,” Anna nodded deeply. It was not the voice of a woman merely obeying an order; it was the voice of someone who had been desperately waiting for this exact moment.
Beside her, Mina flashed a brilliant smile and gave Erika’s white back a light, encouraging push.
”Erika-chan, the top! Undo this part! Let’s show Master’s skin!” Mina chirped excitedly with bubbly energy.
Erika’s blue eyes looked up at me, then dropped to my tunic.
”…Yes. I have been watching… and remembering it all this time,” Erika murmured, her response barely more than a breathless sigh. Her trembling fingers reached for the fastenings of my tunic.
The interlocking metal, the threading of the cords, the overlapping layers of fabric. She undone them one by one, verifying each step. She was meticulous, ensuring she did not mistake the order. Yet, every single time a glimpse of my skin peeked through the gaps in the cloth, those blue eyes wavered with intense lust.
The tunic slipped from my shoulders.
The steam-laden air clung tightly to my newly bared chest.
Beneath me, Anna down on her knees.
Aligning herself with Liana’s gaze, she adjusted the position of her knees by a fraction, straightened her spine, and placed both of her trembling hands against my waist.
The cool tips of Anna’s fingers brushed against my lower abdomen, and my trousers slid away, pooling onto the floorboards.
Exposed to the air of the changing room, my engorged, fiercely rigid shaft stood revealed. Swollen to a dark, reddish-purple hue, it throbbed and bounced with a heavy weight.
”っ…”
Anna’s slate-blue eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. Her lips parted halfway, leaking a hot, ragged breath.
Beside her, Erika have gone completely rigid while still clutching the tunic she had just removed. Her throat swallowed hard, and the neatly folded fabric in her arms warped and crumpled under the unconscious grip of her hands.
Even though she had welcomed it inside her body countless times and should have been thoroughly accustomed to the sight, she could not tear her eyes away from the rigid length for even a single second.
”Erika. If you’re going to fold it, fold it. If you’re going to look, look properly without hiding it,” I commanded directly.
At my words, Erika’s face instantly flushed a deep crimson. And yet, she did not look away.
”…I will look. …Every single part of you, Master,” Erika replied in a small, but distinctly unyielding voice. She looked up at me once more.
The desire to be of use to me. The craving to touch me. The urge to couple even more deeply. That pure, pure arousal burned fiercely in the depths of her blue eyes, completely impossible to conceal.
Anna’s face drew closer to my crotch. Her warm, wet breath blew directly against the sensitive skin.
Her slender fingers traced along the underside of the shaft. Following the prominent, thick veins, she slid her hand slowly from the base to the very tip, caressing it lovingly.
Her thin, soft lips brushed against the tip.
Chu… jururu….
Her hot, wet mouth completely covered the glans. The obscene, wet sounds of her mouth echoed through the silent changing room.
The plush flesh of her cheeks vacuumed up against the taut skin, and her quick tongue flicked deftly into the opening of the slit. Without stopping, she used the flat of her tongue to stroke upward along the underside, taking her absolute time to lick around the rim of the crown.
With the huge length contained inside her mouth and her cheeks pulled taut, her slate-blue eyes gazed up at me from below.
Beads of sweat broke out across Anna’s forehead, and the fierce determination to perfectly execute every single technique of oral service she had observed from Liana was etched into the furrow of her brow.
I sank my fingers deeply into Anna’s honey-colored hair. I met her fierce display of absolute submission head-on, accepting it completely.
”…Yeah. Do whatever you want with it. Go all out, Anna,” I gave her permission.
The moment I granted my approval, Anna’s throat let out a large, distinct gulping sound.
Zuchuûûuuu…っ!
Without a single shred of hesitation or restraint, she dragged the shaft all the way down to the base, burying it into the absolute deepest recesses of her throat in one swift motion.
The thick glans ravaged the root of her tongue, forcing open the cricoid cartilage and plunging directly into the entrance of her esophagus.
”……お, ぐ, げぇっ…! !”
Anna’s entire body shook violently. It was the involuntary gag reflex attempting to reject the huge foreign object.
Even as her throat tightly encased the huge bulk of flesh, the mucous membranes of her esophagus seized with violent spasms, sending the intense vibrations directly into the core of my hips.
Her eyes, pulled open to their absolute limits, filled with tears that spilled over and tracked down her white cheeks. From the corners of her stretched-open mouth, thick, thick strings of mixed saliva and gastric fluid drooled out, dripping down in heavy lines onto the floorboards.
”You are doing beautifully, Anna. It is quite alright. Everyone experiences exactly this the very first time,” Sylvia spoke from behind me, her voice deeply benevolent.
It had to be agonizing. Yet, Anna never once let go. Though her airway was blocked and tears streamed down her face, she kept her jaw locked tight, refusing to let a single bit of my heat escape.
”…Just like that, use your swallowing reflex. Let your throat ripple in waves, milking the shaft deep inside as if you are gulping it down,” Sylvia added, coaching her.
Anna’s eyes, overflowing with tears from the corners of her lids, looked up at Sylvia. Her mouth was fully plugged by the huge rod of flesh. Her face was a messy blur of snot and drool. Even so, the light deep within her eyes remained unbroken.
Liana knelt without making a sound, placing her slender fingers along the side of Anna’s jaw. She subtly corrected the angle, allowing her just enough space to catch a minuscule breath of air.
”Ah, the fragrant scent of an innocent female…. Come, offer up everything of our King, swallowing him whole with that throat of yours,” Liana murmured smoothly.
The tip of Liana’s elegant nose flared slightly. Her silver-gray eyes grew moist from the dense aroma of seed hanging between Anna and me, a pleased expression peeping through her features.
”…Gokyu… gohu, gokuri…!”
She swallowed.
The swallowing reflex. The thick muscles of her throat trying to force the object down clamped around the huge glans from every conceivable direction with raw, living force, milking it down with intense pressure.
”…Ngh, that’s it, Anna. Drink it down just like that,” I groaned.
The overwhelming pleasure caused the very core of my hips to twitch and shudder.
”Gokun, goku, gokyu… お’ぉえ’ぇっ…! Ngu…”
Anna repeatedly forced herself to swallow in a frantic rush. Every single time she retched, the mucous membranes of her throat constricted tightly around me, dragging me into an absolute pinnacle of ecstasy.
Her tears and nasal fluid flowed without stopping. The sheer amount of fluid overflowing from her jaw soaked her thighs, staining her beautiful face in a sticky, messy glaze.
Yet, that vast torrent of bodily fluids served as a perfect lubricant, coating the entire surface of the shaft and transforming the rhythmic pistons deep within her throat into an even smoother, seamless friction.
”…Anna.”
Beside us, Erika’s voice, which had been frozen in shock, cracked with intense heat.
With my lower half completely taken captive by the deepest depths of Anna’s throat, I shifted my gaze toward Erika.
Standing right beside me, forced to watch Anna’s fierce, desperate display of oral service, she had been brought to a state of complete, overwhelming arousal. Her blue eyes were drenched with moisture, her breathing was ragged, and she was restlessly rubbing the insides of her slick, honey-drenched thighs together.
”Erika-chan, hold right here! Let’s support Master!”1 Mina squealed playfully, gently resting her hands on Erika’s shoulders.
Erika snapped back to her senses, hurriedly placed the tunic into a basket, and pressed both of her hands against my left arm.
To say she was supporting me would be an understatement; her grip lacked real strength. If anything, she was clinging to me simply to stabilize her own trembling body.
”Watch closely and engrave it into your mind, Erika,” I told her.
”…Yes,” she answered softly.
”Your turn is coming up right after this, after all.”
”…Yes, Master…!” Erika gasped out.
I forcefully pulled Erika’s chin closer and smothered her lips with mine.
”Ngh… ah… chum…っ”
The exact instant my tongue breached her lips, Erika’s tongue tangled with mine in a desperate, frenzied rhythm, as if she had been dying for this exact moment. It was fully different from a week ago. Her tongue now carried the ravenous, starved lust of a beast intent on consuming every last drop of my saliva.
Chu, nuchu… jururu….
Above, Erika’s hot tongue ravaged the inside of my mouth, while below, Anna’s convulsing throat squeezed my shaft in a relentless grip.
The mucous membranes of two women were at the same time preying upon me from both ends.
Then, an fully separate heat pressed against my back.
Mina threw her entire body weight into a desperate hug from behind. Her huge breasts flattened and crushed against my back, her hard, pointed n**ples scraping raucously against my skin.
”Masterrr… hah, I’m gonna go totally crazy too…!” Mina whimpered breathlessly, trailing her lips across the nape of my neck as her hot breaths brushed over my skin. A split second later, her soft tongue slowly licked its way up my neck, lightly nipping at the shell of my ear.
And then, from the left.
”Spirit King-sama… please forgive my intrusion…,” Liana whispered as she slid in from the side, her lips vacuuming tightly against my chest.
Translation Notes
CMOS Alignment: Applied strict Chicago Manual of Style treatments to character names (Sylvia, Liana, Mina, Erika, Anna) and structural dialogue configurations.
Dialogue Naturalization & Dialect Integration: Mina’s speech patterns have been completely force-converted to match the bubbly, high-enthusiasm tone characteristic of English idol/moe localizations while retaining full situational integration.
Punctuation Preservation: Retained all original internal punctuation structures exactly as designated by the source material guidelines.
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”Slurp, lick, squelch… Nnh… ah… the King’s scent… a true male… Every single drop of your sweat, let it be granted unto me…”
Her silver-blue eyes grew glazed and heavy with lust. Drool trailed continuously from her half-parted lips as her bright red tongue aggressively and relentlessly lapped all over my n**ple.
Sweet gasps and passionate devotion. In front, behind, above, and below.
Surrounded on all sides by a literal wall of programming from the rutting, flushed flesh of the Women of the household, my consciousness was dragged straight down into a swirling, milk-white vortex of pure ecstasy.
In the midst of this raw rush, Sylvia slipped silently behind Erika.
Her long, platinum-blonde hair brushed against Erika’s bare shoulders, her taut, soft body pressing flush against Erika’s back. Sylvia’s full, heavy breasts flattened softly against Erika’s shoulder blades with a plush, crushing weight.
”Erika. You’ve gotten much better at kissing.”
A sweet whisper directly into her ear. The tip of Sylvia’s tongue lightly flicked up across Erika’s highly sensitive earlobe.
”Hih-ah… nnh… Sylvia-sama…!”
The sensation of Sylvia’s cold lips tracing down her spine sent a violent wave of goosebumps across Erika’s entire body. Intwined deep inside my mouth, Erika’s tongue began to shudder with pleasure.
Sylvia’s pale hands wrapped around Erika’s waist, sliding smoothly downward. Stroking her burning lower abdomen, Sylvia roughly plunged her long things past the dense thicket of golden fleece, buried deep into the absolute depths of her honey pot.
”Ah… aahhh…!”
Erika’s hips bucked violently.
The sweet, breathless shriek escaping from the back of Erika’s throat vibrated directly against my own tongue.
Sylvia’s fingers-two of them-roughly pierced Erika deep inside, stirring through the overflowing Love fluids.
”Hih… uuuh… Sylvia-sama… not there, please…!”
Erika’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. With her lips sealed tightly against mine, her trapped, helpless whimpers flooded fully into my mouth. Hot. A sweetness so intense it left my tongue completely numb.
Squish, slurp, squelch…!
I broke away from Erika’s lips for a single fraction of a second, instantly stealing the lips of Sylvia as she leaned her face in close beside us. A deep, heavy, suffocating kiss. Our tongues tangled fully before I smashed my mouth back down onto Erika’s.
Mine, Sylvia’s, and Erika’s-three tongues intimately entwined in the open air, spinning thick threads of saliva as our slick fluids blended together.
Even then, Sylvia’s fingers never stopped. They violently churned through Erika’s drenched honey pot, gouging and scraping against the sensitive inner walls.
Splat, squelch, squish…!!
The obscene, wet sounds echoed throughout the changing room, mingling with the heavy panting of the other Women of the household.
Erika’s hips began to rock back and forth completely on their own, helpless against the rhythm of the fingers. Her knees shook so violently she could no longer even support her own weight.
”Ah… aahh! No, I’m… c**ming! I’m c**ming, I’m going to CUM…!!”
Erika’s entire body went completely rigid, arching backward like a bow. Sylvia held her up from behind, supporting her collapsing frame without slacking the pace of her fingers for even a second.
Erika’s body shook over and over, pulsing wildly as she came repeatedly, as if having her very soul wrung out of her. Inside my mouth, her wordless, muffled screams transmitted as a violent tremor.
As I felt those strong spasms flooding my mouth… Anna’s throat tightened around my shaft with an unbelievable, crushing force that went past all limits.
”Gulp… slurp…”
Her fingers gripped my thigh so hard the bone felt ready to snap. The tightening of her muscles. The countdown to e**culation. She waited, concentrating every single nerve in her body on that coming signal, determined not to let a single drop escape.
”Anna. Swallow it all, deep from the back of your throat. Do not waste a single drop.”
It was Sylvia’s voice. Even while violently gouging Erika’s depths and driving her over the edge, she didn’t miss a beat in instructing Anna.
Anna pulled her face back just a fraction, pinning the very tip between her lips, and sucked upward with great, vacuum-like force.
Holding her breath once more, she took it down deep-all the way to the root. Her nose buried straight into my Pubic Bone. The choking, gagging vibrations of her throat shifted into a fierce, swallowing clamp.
”…Nggh, nnnh…!!”
Anna’s throat responded to Sylvia’s command with a powerful, climactic swallow. That alone pulled the trigger on my breaking point. My hips bucked up off the floor completely on reflex.
”…Ngh, I’m shooting deep inside! Swallow every last drop! Anna!”
Throb, spurt, gush…!!!
A hot, thick, milk-white torrent blasted like a bullet directly into the absolute depths of Anna’s narrow throat.
Anna’s eyes went wide to their absolute limits. The back of her throat shook violently against the sheer hydraulic pressure of the e**culation, a pulsing spasm that shook my brain stem directly through the shaft.
”……Gag… ngh… gulp, swallow… ngghhh!!”
Though gagging violently from the sheer volume, she really refused to let go.
Tears streamed down both her cheeks, mucus dripped over her lips, and thick, messy strings of mixed saliva and gastric juices hung in multiple tracks from her chin down to the floor.
Gulp… swallow… gulp…
Her slender throat shook up and down rapidly.
Her swallowing reflex continuously clamped around the shaft without pause until the very end, milking every single remaining drop of s**men from the glans straight down into her stomach.
Only after she had wrung me completely dry to the absolute limit, leaving not a single scrap of residue behind, did her lips finally break away.
Pop…
A single, thick silver thread gleamed in the light before snapping clean.
After a long silence, she finally looked up, her blue-gray eyes swimming with tears.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her lips radiating heat. Yet, Anna forced her ragged breathing under control, remaining on her knees as she bowed her head deeply.
”…Thank you ever so much for the feast, Goshujin-sama…”2
Her voice was very raspy, yet dripping sweet like honey.
She opened her mouth wide toward me, sticking her long tongue completely out to show me.
With only a faint, clear white film coating the base of her tongue, there wasn’t a single stray drop left inside. It was absolute proof that she had consumed all of me into her deepest Sanctuary.
The raw, raw scent of s**men carried on Anna’s hot breath hit my nostrils.
”Yeah. That felt incredible, Anna.”
The moment I stroked her head, her complexion bloomed into a bright cherry blossom pink, her gray eyes overflowing with pure bliss.
”…Well done, Anna. Next time, you’ll be able to swallow it down deep even more easily.”
Sylvia pulled her fingers out from Erika’s waist, using that drenched, slick hand to gently caress Anna’s cheek.
”…Yes, Sylvia-sama. …I shall strive to become far more proficient. …All for Goshujin-sama’s sake.”
A tiny, raspy whisper. Yet, it carried an firm, absolute determination to serve me.
Erika, who had collapsed onto the floor basking in the afterglow of her intense climax, grabbed a clean cloth nearby and wiped Anna’s face. Tears, mucus, and the obscene traces left on her chin-she wiped them clean with tender care, as if it were her own body.
”…Anna, you were amazing. I’ll do my best so I don’t lose to you next time.”
”…Thank you, Erika. You too… your voice sounded very… sweet.”
Erika’s blue eyes and Anna’s blue-gray eyes met quietly.
A silent conversation passed between the two of them, understood by no one else.
Comrades-in-arms who had survived the same hell and shared the exact same ecstasy. These were the faces of females who had fully surrendered both body and soul to an absolute ruler like me.
Silence returned to the changing room once more.
But this was not the silence of an ending. We had only just taken off our clothes to get into the Bath, after all.
”Well then. Now that I’ve emptied my tank once, let’s go take a Bath.”
I exhaled a deep breath, looking down at the Women of the household panting heavily at my feet.
The air in the changing room was thick and suffocating, heavy with the musk of semen, Love fluids, and the sweet sweat of the harem.
”Yes. Let us go in. The warm water is waiting for you, my Lord.”
Sylvia smiled brightly, gently pressing her left hand-the one adorned with the ring-against my back.
Beyond the veil of rising steam.
From the direction of the stone Bath, the loud, heavy splash of warm water echoing outward could be heard.
Rene’s innocent laughter rang out high into the air along with the vapor.
Liana folded the linens, and Mina happily arranged the baskets.
Dragging the heavy scent of raw essence and the lingering heat of passion along with us, we stepped forward in a tangled cluster toward the huge stone Bath… straight into the white smoke billowing ahead.
It was the start of another peaceful night, completely indistinguishable from any other.
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Summary:
Kneeling in a steam-filled changing room, Anna initiates an intense, submissive oral ritual under Sylvia and Liana’s explicit instruction. Meanwhile, Erika watches in absolute, paralyzed arousal before being pulled into a passionate kiss by the master. As Mina joins from behind and Liana presses against his side, the protagonist remains covered by the household’s escalating collective lust.
Swirling within a chaotic sensory wall of absolute submission, Ryuichi becomes the shared focal point of intense, multi-partner intimacy orchestrated smoothly by Sylvia. While Erika undergoes repetitive, intense climaxes under Sylvia’s hands, Anna single-mindedly dedicates her physical limits to receiving and cleanly swallowing her master’s release. As the household transitions from the hyper-stimulated atmosphere of the changing room into the steaming stone bath, a subtle bond of shared survival and shared devotion remains unspoken between the women.
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Trivia:
Anna and Erika had previously remained on the sidelines during these intimate ritual acts compared to veterans like Sylvia and Liana.
The current physical environment is a semi-open timber structure with prominent steam venting near the rooflines from adjacent forest baths.
Erika’s skin luster has noticeably altered over a single week due to repeated, direct regular exposure to the master’s seed.
Liana uses precise optical guidance and subtle jaw manipulations to instruct Anna through severe physiological barriers during the act.
Sylvia sports a prominent ring on her left hand which she uses to touch Ryuichi’s back, hinting at a distinct marital or high-status placement in the household.
The complex intimacy involves three-way oral contact where Ryuichi, Sylvia, and Erika concurrently share a singular, interconnected kiss.
Anna and Erika silently view themselves as comrades-in-arms who successfully survived an unspecified shared ordeal or grueling background prior to this domestic life.
Despite the extreme chaotic lust occurring in the foreground, other household members like Liana, Mina, and Rene focus calmly on normal domestic upkeep nearby.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Anna – A serious, quiet attendant and former medic remembered from the Stone Chamber as strong and self-sacrificing. She once offered herself into slavery to save Erika’s life and now shares a deep, unspoken bond with the protagonist. Serving Ryuichi as a slave, she performs household duties like preparing meals while navigating a complex, submissive relationship with her master.
• Sylvia – A platinum-haired, jade-eyed Elven commander and advisor with a gentle smile and disciplined posture. Ryuichi’s devoted partner and liaison, she shares an intimate, spiritual bond with him. Carrying the Spirit King’s ring, she is an observant protector who deploys white heat rays, holds a sisterly bond with Lara, and fondly remembers her past village while quietly watching over her comrades.
• Liana – A refined elf maid and sister attendant who serves the protagonist with quiet, serene movements. Beneath her precise demeanor and impeccably braided, shoulder-length silver hair lies a deep olfactory obsession. Fiercely loyal to her master but cold to others, she disdains corruption and uses high-pressure water magic, archery, and a dagger, calmly wiping away blood while hunting survivors.
• Mina – A petite, rich-figured Elf sister and devoted attendant who clings affectionately to Ryuichi. She sleeps in his shared bedroom, warms his cold hands, and offers him a canteen inside the barrier. Aside from her overnight processing role and doting nature, she is a skilled garrison archer and mage wielding thermal combat spells that reflect her unusually high body temperature.
• Erika – A thin, 23-year-old former Empire mechanic and soldier, she is now Ryuichi’s traumatized, submissive household servant. She features blue eyes, a flushed complexion, and long, unkempt dark-golden hair on an emaciated, scarred body. Deeply affected by the protagonist’s influence, she struggles with composure, often dissociating to suppress terrifying war memories.
• 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.
• 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.
• Spirit King – The protagonist and absolute ruler is a male who serves as the sole, detached source of mana for an Elf village ritual. Possessing limitless stamina and dominant magical abilities, he can heal others and completely reconstruct the physical forms of those he subdues.
• 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.
• Rene – A pure-hearted, fragile Elf archer and energetic child of the household harem. Identifiable by her messy chestnut hair, amber eyes, and a morning bedhead, she is a timid yet lively girl who loves splashing in water. She clings to the protagonist for safety and seeks their attention as a parent figure. While fear triggers raw Mana bursts, intimate rituals designate her as a blissful healing item.
• Ryuichi – A towering, muscular 40-year-old Spirit King with Japanese past-life memories, short dark hair, black eyes, and a beard. He leads a diverse group and rules an elf village using powerful black, glass, gravity, and barrier magic. Composed yet occasionally teasing, this commanding mentor protects his beloved Sylvia while pragmatically valuing companions Anna and Erika.
• 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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