Chapter 59 A Night with Nyan-chan
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Th-That was exhausting…” Keira and Saria said, half-sobbing.
”But with this, even against a dragonewt¹…” Isaac muttered. The two of them looked up with startled expressions.
”That’s right. If it’s small fry of that level, you’ll be fine even if you’re surrounded by several people,” Shirley said.
At her voice, Saria let out a surprised cry. “I-Is that true!?”
Since even Keira and Isaac were showing faces of grim determination, I had to interject.
”I think you’ll be okay, but only use it as a last resort when I’m not around. I did this so you could protect yourselves just in case,” I said.
”Ugh… Ibuki-sama… we are… truly grateful…” Isaac replied, bursting into tears. He was as tear-prone as ever.
I headed toward the grand dining hall with them. There aren’t any proper restaurants yet. Charlotte is still in the middle of teaching her recipes, so I decided to have everyone learn a few dishes so we can all eat delicious food together in the grand dining hall. They cook normally here, too, but since the seasonings and ingredients are limited, the food was pretty mediocre. I want them to learn various styles and eventually open their own shops in town, but Charlotte said that would still take a while.
Still, I ate dinner in the dining hall, satisfied that improvements were being made. When I left Isaac and the others to return to the mansion, for some reason, Nyan-chan was there.
”Oh, did you come to hang out?” I asked.
”U-Un. I came…” Nyan-chan said, looking restless. From her behavior, I understood exactly why she was here.
”O-Oh. Have you eaten?” I asked.
”U-Un. They gave me some. It was delicious,” she replied.
”I see, I see. Then come here,” I said. I let her sit on my lap and made small talk about her village.
Nyan-chan’s Mother reportedly told the village about the rescue of the Prisoner Girls as promised and declared they would join our side. There were no particular problems, and Nyan-chan’s grandmother apparently accepted it as unavoidable. According to her, the general consensus of the town is that they haven’t decided how to handle us yet, so for now, they’re just staying on the sidelines. Just as Sylpha said, they don’t view us as enemies, but they don’t trust us either.
Since she returned to the village immediately after that, Nyan-chan didn’t know the current state of the town.
”Nyan-chan, you’re so warm,” I muttered. The words leaked out instinctively as I felt her child-like body heat.
”Th-Then… yes…” she said, clinging to me timidly.
Damn, she’s cute.
”An honest Nyan-chan is cute,” I said.
”I-I’m always honest!”
”Oh? So you’re saying you’re always cute?”
”I didn’t say that!” she cried. She hid her face in my chest, but I could see her ears turning bright red.
Even Yui was watching the scene warmly. Come to think of it, Yui was there when the talk about me sleeping with Nyan-chan first came up. I looked around to see if it would be her turn today, and all four of them nodded as if they understood.
”Well, since everyone’s eaten, I guess the bath is next?” I asked.
”!? I-I get it. I’ll go wash up quickly!” Nyan-chan said. She scrambled off, clattering away.
I felt a bit uneasy wondering if she even knew where it was, but she ran toward the servants, so I just watched her go.
”Well, she’s bound to be nervous…” Yui said with a wry smile.
”I suppose so… even my heart was pounding the first time I invited Ibuki-sama to my house,” Lisha-sama said.
”Eh? Lisha-sama, you didn’t look like that at all,” Saria said.
”I couldn’t show that. I didn’t want him to worry,” Lisha-sama replied.
”That was before I was here. I’m so jealous you have so many memories,” Yui said.
”If you’re going to say that, me too. I want to make lots of memories with Ibuki-kun soon, too,” Yui added, looking at me with a sidelong glance.
”We’ll be together every day from now on. Besides, Yui, your level has gone up, so I think you’ll be able to enjoy a lot of things starting tomorrow,” I said.
”What do you mean?” Yui asked. I told her that the things she could do with Mana² had increased significantly. I explained that with enough control, it’s possible to give Mana directionality; as a Sage, I thought it’ll get pretty interesting for her. She looked startled.
”Come to think of it, I haven’t used magic since coming here… even though I’m a Sage,” Yui said.
”Yeah. But you’re charming even without being a Sage, Yui. There’s no need to force it,” I replied.
Yui slid right onto my lap. “I feel the same way. Even without a title or skills, I love Ibuki-kun.”
”Wait… it feels like things are about to start right here, so let’s stop. It wouldn’t be fair to Nyan-chan,” I said.
”Nn~? Ibuki-kun just has to endure it, right?” Yui teased. She wiggled her hips, rubbing against me.
”Hoo. You want to play, Yui-kun…? That ‘endurance’ is going to come back to haunt you, you know?” I shot back.
She gave me a dreamy, inviting look. “That’s fine… ♡”
”I get it. It’s the ‘Magical Thrust³‘ punishment for you, then,” I said.
”Ah, not that! That’s cheating!” Yui cried, quickly backing off.
”You… isn’t it cruel to get me worked up and then bail?” I asked.
Lisha and the others laughed. Just then, Nyan-chan returned from the bath. She was dressed in a cute one-piece nightgown I’d previously made for Lotte. With her looks, it felt a bit like a crime to sleep with her, but Lotte had already made me get over that hang-up. If she’s willing, I’m going to hold her without hesitation. I stood up and went to her. “Fine. If everyone’s going to laugh, I’ll just have Nyan-chan comfort me!”
I picked her up and carried her into the guest bedroom.
”…I-Is it weird?” she asked, acting fidgety.
”You’re incredibly cute. So much so that I’m wondering if it’s really okay for me to do this,” I said.
”Th-That’s my line. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but… you can do whatever you want…” Nyan-chan whispered.
”I see,” I replied. I hugged her as we lay down. She was light and tiny—the perfect size for a body pillow.
”I-Is this all…? Aren’t you going to take my clothes off and do… stuff…?” Nyan-chan asked.
Since not doing anything was clearly confusing her, I started kneading her chippai⁴.
”I-It’s no use touching there. They haven’t even grown yet…” she said.
”Doesn’t it get you in the mood, though?” I asked.
”That… might be true…” she admitted. I slid my hand under her skirt and began massaging her directly, rolling her small n**ipss between my fingers.
”Nn… hah, hah… um… can we… kiss?” she asked.
She was so timid and adorable that I leaned in and kissed her.
”Nn! Mmph… ah… nn… ehehe…” she giggled. She looked like a total child. A thrill of guilt hit me, thinking about how I was violating this girl’s innocence. But I wasn’t going to back down now.
I let my hand roam over her rear. As I stroked her, I moved my hand to her center, and she jumped with a start.
”!? …Ah… nn… not there…”
”Is it no good?” I asked.
”No… but… be gentle, okay?” she pleaded.
I gently kneaded her kuri⁵. Nyan-chan arched her small back, her whole body showing how much she was feeling it.
”Ah… ahh… th-that… nn… nn… hah, hah… ah…”
She was so flushed that her shallow breaths almost looked like steam. Her small mouth hung open and her eyes grew wet. Driven by Nyan-chan’s muffled moans and her shivering convulsions, I grew harder and harder.
”Look, you’re being so lewd that I’ve ended up like this.” I grabbed her hand and guided it to my chinpo⁶.
”!? B-Because of me…?”
”Who else is here?”
”…W-What should I do?” she asked.
”Hmm, well, try squeezing it with your thighs,” I suggested.
She tilted her head, so I pulled off her underwear and thrust my chinpo between her legs from behind. We started with some sumata⁷.
”…? Is this okay?” Nyan-chan asked.
”Yeah. We rub against each other, feel good, and get ready for the real thing. Something like that,” I said.
”Oh… then, like this?” Nyan-chan turned her knees inward, tightening her grip and beginning to move her hips.
”Exactly. I’ll move too, though,” I said.
As I thrust my hips, trying to rub against her while she tried to squirm away from the intensity, I was already soaking wet. Now that we were ready, I pressed against the entrance of her omanko⁸. She noticed the pressure and gasped.
”Wait,” Nyan-chan said. “Um… can we do it from the front instead?” She rolled onto her back and spread her arms.
”Of course. Can I put it in now?” I asked.
”U-Un. Give it to me…?” she whispered.
”You got it,” I said. I began pushing inside. Because she was so small, it was incredibly tight. I wondered if it would even fit, but since Lotte managed, Nyan-chan should be fine. I applied healing magic as I thrust all the way in at once.
A bulge formed in her lower abdomen, tracing the shape of my entry.
”I-Iyaaaa!”
Her body went into a violent convulsion. I stopped moving while remaining deep inside her.
”A-Are you okay?” I asked.
”No! Don’t move! This… it’s too much!” Nyan-chan cried. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping down as her body remained rigid, her head shaking weakly.
It’s just like with the Elf girl… I wonder if it’s a racial trait.
Thinking that, I tried the opposite of “Magical Thrust.” Using magic control, I drained the Mana from my chinpo.
”Hah… hah… hah… I think… I’m getting used to it…” she panted, her eyes a bit glazed.
”Does the Fairy Race have a high affinity for Mana or something?” I asked.
Since she looked exhausted, I pulled her into a seated position on my lap to talk. “Eh… yeah, we do… but why?” she asked. In this position, her nightgown skirt fell down, hiding the fact that we were still connected.
”I thought so. You seemed to calm down when I suppressed the Mana as much as possible,” I explained. I told her that concentrating Mana actually increases sensitivity. She seemed to have an epiphany.
”I heard that doing it with a strong man feels amazing… it was true…” she muttered.
”Seems like it… But more importantly, are you okay? I mean, you were stretched pretty thin…” I asked, stroking her belly where I could still feel the displacement.
”It doesn’t hurt. It’s just… the pleasure was so intense I thought I was going to lose my mind,” Nyan-chan said. She then seemed to snap out of it. “B-But I’m fine now! Really! You can keep going! Please don’t stop!”
”Hey, be honest with me. Let’s take it slow so it doesn’t get painful, okay?” I said.
”Th-Thanks… but I’m really okay,” she said. She gave me a light kiss before beginning to move her hips on her own.
The sky had turned a bruised purple by the time Mizobe Aya reached the heavy iron gates. The rain wasn’t just falling; it was an assault.
”I didn’t expect you to return so soon,” Sato said, stepping out from the shadows of the gatehouse.
Mizobe Aya didn’t look at him. She stared at the darkened windows of the main house. “The meeting ended earlier than expected, Sato. Is my father inside?”
”Mizobe-sama is in the study,” Sato replied, bowing slightly. “He has been… restless.”
A sickening splash echoed from the gardens nearby. Mizobe Aya froze. It wasn’t the sound of rainwater. It was rhythmic, a wet pulsing that seemed to come from the soil itself.
”What was that?” Mizobe Aya asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Sato defaulted to the company line⁹, his face a perfect, unreadable mask. “Just the drainage acting up, Aya-san. Nothing for you to worry about.”
”Don’t lie to me,” Mizobe Aya said quietly.
She pushed past him, her boots crunching on the gravel. Behind her, the rhythmic splashing continued-thuck, thuck, thuck-as if the earth were trying to swallow something whole. Across the courtyard, a light flickered in the upstairs study.
”Wait!” Sato called out, his mask finally slipping. “Mizobe-sama gave strict orders!”
Mizobe Aya didn’t stop. She knew the “drainage” didn’t bleed.
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Summary:
Following a successful training session and group dinner, Ibuki returns to the mansion to find Nyan-chan waiting for him. They engage in their first intimate encounter, where Ibuki discovers the Fairy Race’s extreme sensitivity to mana. Through careful mana manipulation, he helps her adjust, leading to a mutually pleasurable experience.
Mizobe Aya returns to her family estate during a heavy storm, only to find the gatekeeper Sato acting strangely. A disturbing, organic sound originates from the garden, which Sato attempts to dismiss with professional platitudes. Sensing a cover-up regarding her father, Mizobe-sama, Aya-san ignores orders and investigates the bleeding ‘drainage’.
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Trivia:
- The Fairy Race village has decided to take a ‘wait and see’ approach regarding Ibuki’s group.
- Charlotte is actively training the locals in modern cooking to eventually open shops.
- Ibuki previously made a nightgown for Lotte, which Nyan-chan is now wearing.
- High mana concentration in physical contact significantly increases pleasure/sensitivity for certain races.
- Ibuki’s healing magic is used to mitigate the physical strain of the first time.
- The rain is described as an ‘assault’, heightening the hostile atmosphere.
- Sato’s mask only slips at the very end when Aya-san physically moves past him.
- The sound ‘thuck, thuck, thuck’ implies something solid or fleshy, not just liquid.
- Mizobe-sama’s ‘restlessness’ is the primary excuse for the secrecy
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Character Insight:
Ibuki shows a protective side, prioritizing Nyan-chan’s comfort and emotional state. Nyan-chan displays a mix of extreme nerves and a deep desire to be accepted by Ibuki.
Aya-san shows high agency and skepticism toward authority/tradition, while Sato demonstrates the tension between professional duty (tatemae) and actual panic.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Magical Thrust’ skill is a recurring trope in this series used both for combat and comedic/intimate utility.
The author uses the weather to mirror the internal decay of the Mizobe family estate.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Keira – A Wing-kin girl appointed as a Pitmaster for the party.
• Isaac – The chief of the Wing-kin tribe. He has a tragic countenance due to the loss of his people while searching for food. The male clan chief of the Wing-kin. He holds Ibuki in high regard for restoring their land.
• Shirley – 14yo ex-knight family swordswoman, Ibuki’s 2nd slave (8-gold scapegoat from Karl), rocking long red hair, dignified cool beauty in tight white dress—shocked by the chill vibes at first. Fanatic loyalist, weapon tester, security guard, blunt questioner of his slave game, one of his 3 wives, combat/sales pro but can’t cook.
• Ibuki – Broke high‑schooler from Earth who got tossed into another world with the “Crafter” class he first thought was useless—turns out it’s totally busted. Black‑haired, germaphobic, and low‑key bitter but sharp as hell. Uses Synthesis, Processing, and Inventory skills to survive, craft gear, and haul loot while exploring. Currently a Level 10 otherworlder, wielding a stone axe, traveling the frontier forest with Charlotte, and just trying to stay alive long enough to find a bit of peace.
• Charlotte – Short, skinny late‑teen slave girl with messy brown hair, feline eyes, and a soft, slender body. Was an Ex‑Level 8 farmer, now Level 10 and bound to Ibuki, who she calls “Master” and calls herself his wife. Wears rags at first, then pretty clothes he makes, plus his bat‑wing hairband. Blushy, clingy, protective, and easily emotional, she follows him on runs, fights, and flights while always worrying if she’s useful enough.
• Nyan – A Dwarf girl, daughter of Doran. 20 years old but looks like a child. Dark-skinned, cat-like vibe. From the mountains.
• Sylpha – Youngest daughter of the Elf Chieftain. A blonde elf princess sent as a monitor. Blunt, realistic about her people’s desperation, and enjoys Ibuki’s food.
• Yui – Female student from Earth—one of the summoned companions, upperclassman designated as the Sage. She expresses deep romantic feelings for Ibuki despite the polygamous culture.
• Lisha – Mature native babe with killer curves, huge rack, long brown hair, big-sis vibes—polite shy type who hangs back gathering intel on other Heroes. Head of Sha-sha brand, acting chair, runs group logistics/training with authoritative feminine flair.
• Lotte – 12-year-old slave girl under Ibuki, a scaredy-cat blue mage (water/ice) standing just 130cm with fluffy light-brown hair and big watery eyes. Lacks magic confidence, gets shocked by his OP power, one of the group’s sensitive lil’ sis types dreaming of spell-slinging skills.
• Sato – Female upperclassman summoned as the Sage—a Japanese woman grounded and cautious alongside the protagonist. Highly emotional, prone to sobbing while comforting the Saint, she hides fear but seeks mutual support. Exhibits jito-eye (scornful half-closed stare) when annoyed.
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