Chapter 8 Construction Begins!*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I stowed my axe and turned toward Charlotte, my voice tight with sudden intensity.
”Charlotte! Are we doing this?! Right here?! Right now?!” I shouted.
Her suggestive behavior had me so fired up that I couldn’t help quoting a meme she definitely wouldn’t get.
”Huh? Wait, what?” Charlotte asked, looking lost.
Because I had shouted with such dramatic urgency, poor Charlotte – completely out of the loop – was utterly bewildered.
”I just wondered… if maybe you wanted a quickie out here in the wild,” I said.
”N-no! That’s not-! I mean, if that’s what you want, I won’t say no, but… I don’t exactly have a thing for public exposure…” Charlotte stammered.
”Ah, yeah. Same here. So, what’s the plan?” I asked.
”Well… even if we do it, maybe we should wait until we’ve actually settled in?” Charlotte suggested.
”Right. Sorry. I got a little too hyped up over my skills and lost track of things,” I replied.
That’s right… we’re fugitives running for our lives. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Apparently, my instincts have a death wish if it means getting laid. Still, Charlotte’s gentle reprimand brought me back to my senses. Though, to be fair, she was the one being a tease.
I pulled my axe back out and resumed my rhythmic tapping.
”Oh… you still need more?” she asked, looking stunned.
I actually had enough for now; this was for my surplus. I’d heard monsters got stronger the further you went into the frontier, so there was no telling when we’d be able to safely enter a forest again. When I explained that, she nodded in firm agreement. Finally, I stopped my woodcutting.
”First, I need to level the ground,” I said. I crafted a shovel, held it upright, and gave the earth a light tap with the tip.
Suddenly, the ground beneath me vanished, and I tumbled into a hole. It was about a three-foot cube, but falling in completely off-guard actually hurt quite a bit.
”Sir Ibuki!” Charlotte cried.
”Yeah… I half-expected that, but I also didn’t. God, how embarrassing!” I muttered.
Laughing at my own clumsiness, I began digging outward to expand the space. Once it was wide enough, I used Processing¹ to compress the excavated soil into flat blocks and laid them back down as a foundation. Then, using Processing, I began transforming the lumber into a house. It wasn’t a matter of stacking blocks one by one. I just had to feed the lumber into the skill, hold a clear Mental Image², and supply the required Mana³.
It was instantaneous once I pictured my old home back in Japan.
Thump. A full-sized house suddenly materialized. It looked like a standard family home. It was entirely wood, but since I could apply any color related to the base material with almost zero mana cost, I gave it a dark espresso-brown roof and white walls. It actually looked like a proper, respectable house.
”Wh-whaaa-!?” Charlotte gasped.
”Heh heh heh. This is exactly why I wanted to find somewhere private, Charlotte,” I said.
”A Crafter can… they can do things like this?” she asked.
”Yup. Sure can. And for the record – this thing is portable,” I told her.
I demonstrated by putting the house back into my Inventory⁴ and taking it out again. She was so shell-shocked she couldn’t move, so I snuck up behind her and, feeling a bit mischievous, gave her a playful squeeze. She twitched and pulsed in response – definitely still sensitive. She shot me a half-hearted pouty glare, but then immediately wilted against me.
”Sir Ibuki, you’re the one who got me all worked up…” she whispered. She looked ready to go right then and there, but I guided her toward the door. “If we’re doing this, let’s at least go inside first, okay?”
I led her through the entryway and into the living room. Naturally, it was empty – just a vast, hollow space.
”Man, I want to get started right away, but I should probably make this place comfortable first,” I said.
”Wait, there’s more? But it’s already so beautiful… I’ve never even seen a room this nice in the capital!” Charlotte exclaimed.
”No way. Without furniture, it’s just a fancy box to keep the rain out,” I replied.
I started with the essentials: a bed. I crafted a wooden frame and tossed on the futon I’d been using. I was glad I’d been tucking it into my Inventory every morning so the innkeepers wouldn’t notice. That’s when it hit me. This was the living room. A bed wasn’t exactly the “essential” piece of furniture for this space. Seriously, Charlotte kept talking about doing it, and now my brain was completely compromised.
I realized I didn’t need to finish every room today; we could just sleep here. Next was the kitchen. I couldn’t make a stove yet, but I wanted a sink. I broke down the assassins’ gear into raw materials, extracted chrome from some rocks, mixed it with iron to create stainless steel, and fashioned a sink. We’d need to wash dishes anyway, so I used the shovel to tap out drainage lines from the toilet, kitchen, and bath, leading directly to a dug-out pit outside. Good enough for a day or two.
Next, I built a large water tank on the second floor and piped it to the taps.
”I’m gonna go dig a well. Wait for me inside,” I told her, and started a stepped excavation. I switched to a pickaxe halfway down and kept swinging until, pretty quickly, I struck a spring.
”Whoa! Give me a heads-up if you’re there! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” I shouted.
”Sir Ibuki, you really can do everything… there’s nothing left for me to do,” Charlotte said, her face clouding over with a lonely expression.
”We’ll figure it out as we go. Besides, I’m looking forward to eating my wife’s home cooking,” I said.
”Your… wife?” she whispered.
”What? You don’t like the sound of that? You’re the one who told me I should seek a man’s happiness,” I replied.
”There’s no way I could dislike it… I’m just so happy, I feel like I’m going to cry…” Charlotte sobbed.
I pulled her close, letting her weep into my chest. Her soft whimpers echoed in the small underground space. Suddenly, I felt a chill at my feet. Water was surging up rapidly.
”Gah! Inventory!” I shouted, quickly pulling the water into my storage. The mood was officially ruined.
”Fufu, we got a bit wet, didn’t we?” Charlotte said, looking up with tearful eyes and a small smile.
We headed back up. I took the material labeled “Stone” from my Inventory and manifested it around the house. A solid, monochromatic outer wall appeared, looking exactly like poured concrete. I stared at it, confused. When I had dug it up, it was a mess of dirt and clay. Now, it was pure stone.
Is this… a bug? I wondered. I tried it again with a small rock, and sure enough, the Inventory refined it into pure material. This was game-breaking. If I found a gold vein, would it purify the whole thing? I laughed at the sheer absurdity of it.
”I’m still not used to taking off my shoes inside, even if it is convenient,” Charlotte muttered at the door.
”You’ll get used to it. This is how we do things back in my country,” I said.
”My! So it’s a custom from your homeland, Master? Fufufu, then as your wife, I’ll simply have to learn,” she replied.
I felt my face heat up and looked away, pulling her close. She rested her head on my shoulder, looking so small and perfect that I just picked her up.
”Hyan!” she squeaked, startled, but her expression melted into pure joy.
”Alright… I think we’re done with work for today, yeah?” I asked.
”Yes. You’ve done more than enough,” she answered.
”Then… are we good to go?”
”Fufu… I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.
She quickly slipped out of her clothes and onto the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. I stripped down to my underwear and approached her. Playfully, she reached out and tugged them down.
”You’re so wonderful, Master,” she whispered, holding me delicately with both hands and pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the tip.
I became fond of Charlotte and naturally stroked her head, and perhaps feeling as if she were being told to lick it quickly, she hurriedly sucked on my chinpo.
While stroking it strongly with one hand, she entwined her tongue, making lewd slurp-slurp sounds.
”Charlotte, let me lie down too.”
”Slurp… nnh, yes.”
Smiling happily, she pulled my hand and pushed me down onto the bed, then Charlotte quickly crawled under the sheets and sucked on it again.
”Hey, today I want to c**m inside here from the start.
Even if getting you pregnant is still impossible, I still want to keep pouring it into your deepest part. To show that Charlotte belongs to me…”
Saying that, when I tapped her lower abdomen ton-ton, she turned bright red and showed a face that looked a bit troubled.
”W-What’s wrong?”
”I-I’ve come to like you so much it’s scary… I love you so much it’s a little scary. No, honestly, it’s very scary.
Ibuki-sama, please absolutely do not disappear from before me, okay? If it’s inconvenient, I won’t say something extravagant like becoming a concubine. I don’t care if I stay a slave or anything. Just don’t disappear, no matter what happens…”
Then, she suddenly started crying for real.
Since her genuine feelings reached me, I also straightened myself up and replied seriously.
”Err, I also feel from the bottom of my heart that I never want to be apart from you for a lifetime. If the Enslavement could be undone, I’d want to undo it immediately and marry you formally. So, let’s both cooperate and work hard so we can stay together forever, okay?”
”Haiii… haiii… Ibuki-shamaaaa!!”
Then, Charlotte clung to me with a face messy from crying.
Despite that, before I knew it, she had also taken off her underwear and was wriggling her hips, rubbing it against her omanko, trying somehow to put my chinpo in.
”Fufu, Charlotte, you’re quite naughty too, aren’t you?”
”Yaaa… please don’t say thaaat…”
She looked away embarrassedly and pouted her lips.
I shoved my tongue into those lovely lips.
”Ah, wa-ait, already, I want it… it’s painful…”
The tear tracks adorned her like makeup, making her charming.
Her raspy voice also somehow spurred that on.
To her voice, saying “even I feel like that,” I thrust my chinpo in with momentum.
”Uwaaaaaaaa~!!” Charlotte bounced her hips so much it surprised me a little.
With a crying face that seemed slightly reproachful, she clung strongly and continued to tremble her hips.
”Ah, Charlotte, my lovely Charlotte…”
Snobbish words I thought were only used in stories. But, they hit the dead center of my feelings so much that it made me wonder why I had thought these words were snobbish.
I love her from the bottom of my heart.
I want her to understand that so badly.
I can’t help but want to convey that we love each other, so I have no choice but to say it.
I stared at her while being dominated by such emotions.
”Ah, I can’t see anyone but you anymore! Please! Make me yours alone!!”
Words filled with strong will. Immediately after, she sucked on my lips.
Different from usual, Charlotte’s tongue crawled around as if wanting to say she would violate the inside of my mouth forcibly.
Since you closed my mouth, that means I can show you with actions instead of words, right?
A strong impulse welled up, and as if to say I wouldn’t allow even a little resistance, I forcibly pushed her down, took her arms, and pinned them above her head.
Despite that, Charlotte narrowed her eyes happily and wore a smile of relief.
I couldn’t stop or be gentle; while pinning her down in the missionary position, I thrust my chinpo in strongly.
”Nnuuuuuu~!!” I knew she was climaxing more intensely than usual, convulsing bikun-bikun, but even so, I couldn’t stop for her, making paan-paan sounds as I slammed against her soaking wet omanko, making noise.
”Auuuuu~!! Uguuuuu~!” When I felt her voice was like an appeal of pain, I came to my senses, stopped my hips, and took my mouth away.
However, Charlotte extended her tongue and chased after me as if to say “don’t go.”
But her tongue couldn’t reach, as she could only move her neck in the missionary position.
She tried to move, but her arms were pinned down by me.
”N-nn!!” Charlotte started crying like a young child while sticking out her tongue.
”Is it painful?”
When I asked that, she nodded koku-koku as if she had forgotten words.
If I responded to that voice and started moving, I would inevitably want more, more, and become more violent.
”~~~~!! Aaa~!!” Even though I got worried about Charlotte, who was letting out a voiceless voice and making her hips go wild, I couldn’t resist the impulse to discharge at the very back, and continuing to slam into her, finally, the sensation of e**culation rose up in the best state.
A sensation about the same as the very first time I did it with Charlotte.
While thinking “this is bad,” I released it while pressing against her uterus.
Splurttttttt!
Pleasure to the point where my vision flickered.
It was to the extent that my mouth loosened so much that drool almost accidentally dripped out.
”Ah…” She lost consciousness as if a string had snapped, but even so, I continued to pin her down and keep discharging inside.
Then, while clinging to her, time passed, and by the time my breathing settled, I came to my senses.
Uwaa, I did it.
No matter how you look at it, I went too far…
I made Charlotte have a painful time…
While feeling strong regret for having let my reason fly away, I performed the after-care of the s*x while listening to her sleeping breaths.
The sloppily wet omanko was shining glisten-glisten.
I wiped it carefully, put s*xy underwear on her, changed the futon and sheets, and hugged my dear girl.
While hugging each other like that, before I knew it, I had also fallen asleep.
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Summary:
Ibuki uses his Crafter skills to build a complete Japanese-style house in the wilderness while on the run. He discovers a ‘bug’ in his Inventory system that allows him to purify and refine raw materials instantly. The chapter concludes with Ibuki and Charlotte cementing their emotional bond as a ‘married’ couple and engaging in intimate play.
Ibuki and Charlotte share an intimate night where their emotional vulnerabilities surface. Charlotte confesses her extreme fear of abandonment, even offering to remain a slave just to stay by his side. Ibuki responds with a promise of lifelong commitment, leading to an intense, almost frantic s*xual encounter driven by their mutual desperation to belong to one another.
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Trivia:
- Ibuki used material from the dead assassins to craft a kitchen sink.
- The house is actually portable and can be stored in the Inventory.
- He had been hiding his bed/futon in his Inventory every morning at the inn.
- The discovery of material purification is a game-breaking revelation
- The ‘Enslavement’ is a literal magical bond, not just a social status.
- Charlotte’s fear of abandonment is so great she explicitly rejects the idea of being a ‘concubine’ if it’s too much trouble.
- Ibuki mentions wanting to marry her formally if the bond could be broken.
- Ibuki loses control and feels regret for the intensity of the encounter afterward
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Character Insight:
Charlotte shows deep insecurity about her utility, which is resolved when Ibuki accepts her as his ‘wife’. Ibuki shows his otaku side through meme-quoting but proves his pragmatic genius by optimizing their living conditions.
Charlotte shows a deep-seated trauma regarding her worth, seeing herself only through her utility to Ibuki. Ibuki moves from a position of ‘Master’ to a partner wanting a ‘normal’ marriage, though he still falls prey to his physical impulses.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Yarunda na!?’ quote is a direct reference to the betrayal scene in Attack on Titan (Reiner/Bertholdt).
The author uses highly emotional dialogue to contrast with the explicit nature of the scene, a common trope in darker romance light novels to emphasize the ‘bond’ through physical intensity.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Charlotte – Late‑teen slave girl, short and skinny, messy brown hair, feline eyes. Used to be a Level 8 farmer, now Level 10 and bound to Ibuki. Still wears rags but ties her hair with a band he made from bat wings. Crazy loyal, blushy, and way too affectionate—calls herself his wife, fights beside him, and watches his back like he’s the only light in her world. Sensitive to his moods, fiercely protective, and quick to tear up with gratitude.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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