Chapter 136 Erosion Contamination
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After parting from Yohira, Tatara headed to the couple’s bath to wash off the sweat. If Ethelena and the others found him, he wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it, so he returned to his room first, quickly grabbed a change of clothes, and then walked quietly to the changing area, careful not to make any noise. He felt relief that he hadn’t met anyone, locked the door, took off his clothes, turned on the light, and stepped into the bath room.
”I have been waiting for you, dear guest. Welcome to Soap Baral. My name is Ichika, and I will serve you today. Please treat me well,” she said.
”Is this what you do—hide the light and even your presence?”
Ichika stood in the bath room, wearing a white yukata (steam gown), bowing deeply with her hands in the formal three-finger pose. He hadn’t been able to wash her back right after coming home, but doing it here?
”Hey, you haven’t let your body get cold, have you? It’s not just your body anymore, you know?”
”Hehe, it’s fine, Tatara-sama. I used a spell to keep the heat inside my body,” Ichika replied with a smile, trying to ease his worry with her voice. Her way of speaking had returned to normal. It wasn’t perfect, but it was much better than doing nothing.
”No choice, but I’m only washing your back, okay?”
”You’re mean, Tatara-sama.”
”Come on…”
”I know. You’re worried about me and the baby. But I also have this young body that’s full of energy.”
With those words, Ichika took his hand and guided it to her breast. The soft, heavy feel made his manhood react right away. Seeing that, Ichika smiled brightly. Tatara thought to himself that it made sense why the ancestor of Ichika, who married a nine-tailed fox, had so many children.
Then, under Ichika’s touch, his manhood was played with until he released, reaching a calm state like a wise man while she washed his back. But really, Ichika used her own body to clean him, so his manhood stood up again soon.
”Tatara-sama, you’re full of energy.”
”Can’t help it. You’re too attractive, Ichika.”
”But Ethelena-sama is number one, right? You can’t sweet-talk me like that,” she said.
Looking at his eager manhood, Ichika spoke as if amazed, and he could only make excuses. While gently scolding his attitude, Ichika washed his back. The smooth touch of her skin came from her removing the yukata and using her body to wash him.
”…Stop washing with your body, okay?”
”But Tatara-sama’s body seems happy. No matter what your mouth says, your body is honest.”
”That line is usually said the other way around, between men and women.”
He was happy, no doubt, but hearing a common line switched like that made him feel awkward. Well, it was that kind of thing.
Ignoring his protest, Ichika kept washing his body. Maybe she was getting excited too—her breathing reached his ears, rough and full of charm. Even the sounds she made, like holding something back, stirred his desire. His manhood grew harder and pointed up.
”Tatara-sama… You’re still so impressive.”
Ichika whispered that, reached around from behind, and gripped his manhood with both hands. She started rubbing slowly, trying to make him release.
”Hehe, it’s too big for one hand.”
”I think the size is a bit much myself.”
It was as thick as a 500ml plastic bottle from his past life. It felt like it had grown even more… No way it was still growing, right?
”We get teased and made to give in by this, don’t we?”
As she said that, Ichika’s touch changed a little, stroking gently like caressing. It was a bit frustrating, but she found his sensitive spots exactly and stimulated them. It must be the skill she learned in the Torakuma territory. His manhood grew more excited.
”Hehe, Tatara-sama… Please use me.”
Saying that, Ichika moved in front of him. Her yukata belt was undone, half off, showing her white skin, full breasts, and the thin hair below without shame.
Tatara reached out with both arms and pulled her close hard. A sweet scent filled his nose, burning his mind, peeling away his reason, but he ignored it and held her tight.
”T-Tatara-sama!?”
He ignored her surprise and felt her heartbeat like a fast bell from her pressed body. Feeling Ichika’s living proof, her existence, his desire started to calm.
”Tatara-sama, holding back is bad. It’s not good for the body, you know?”
Ichika said that, scraping at his reason. He held her tighter and took shallow breaths many times to calm down.
”Ichika, do you know why people hold back?”
To distract himself, he asked her. Ichika thought a bit then spoke.
”For reaching goals, holding emotions or sudden urges for the long term… It’s not that meaning, right?”
”Yeah. Why were you holding back, Ichika?”
”I… I was doing it without even knowing.”
He had dug into her past a little. Hearing her sad voice, he stroked her back to comfort her.
”This is just my own view, but I think holding back is an excuse for not moving.”
It was personal. The ‘man’ in ‘gaman’ (holding back) didn’t have a good meaning—it meant to treat lightly or not value. People say hold back for others, but ignoring yourself for that shows you can’t value yourself, I think.
”You weren’t holding back—you were enduring, being patient. You waited until you had the power to change yourself, and when you had the strength and heart to break your shell, you broke mine.”
”…That’s too much praise, Tatara-sama.”
”Too much or not, that’s the Ichika in my mind.”
”Kyuun.”
He had made her shy. Oh, they had gone off topic, but the talk wasn’t done.
”The reason I don’t do that with you now is so the child in your belly—our child—can be born safe.”
Ichika moved a little at his words.
”A little might be okay, but thinking that could lead to sadness. So I’ll endure fully… Well, it’s possible because Ethelena and the others are here.”
If they weren’t, his reason might break and he’d take Ichika with pure desire. That’s how attractive she was.
”I know I’m asking something hard from you, Ichika, but please endure now.”
”…As you wish, Tatara-sama.”
Ichika replied, hugged him hard once, then pulled away. Her face was red—she was shy from his words.
”Tatara-sama’s feelings are too big. It’s a bit scary.”
”Muu, that much?”
”Yes.”
Her quick answer shocked him a little. Hurt, Ichika put hands on his cheeks and brought her face close.
”But that love makes me happy… For now, share a little like this.”
After those words, their lips met. To send even a bit of his feelings for Ichika, he held her slim body tight.
In my past life, I saw scenes like that too many times in the company’s games. Why did every series have more forced attacks—by men or women—than normal acts of love? Was it company policy, especially the women-on-top reverse ones?
While talking like that, they reached Ichika’s room. It felt sad to part, but this was it for today.
”Then, good night, Ichika.”
”Kyuun… Good night-degozaru, master.”
After one last tight hug, Tatara stroked her hair and they separated. He went straight back to his room.
Later, Ethelena used an unlock skill to enter the room. She bound him with restraint magic and climbed on top. She had sensed his excitement from the bath with Ichika and could not hold back anymore. As expected, she took him all night long.
In the morning, he kissed the forehead of Ethelena sleeping beside him, then went to the bath to wash away everything from the night. He wanted to clean the sheets too, but she was still asleep, so he gave up.
After washing off the sweat and her fluids, he headed to the kitchen. As expected, Ichika in an apron was making breakfast with Cornremu.
”Good morning, Ichika.”
She turned with a big smile.
”Good morning-degozaru!”
”Ta-!”
Cornremu joined the greeting. They looked just like parent and child, and warmth filled his chest. He stood beside Ichika to help with breakfast. Today’s meal included grilled salmon. He decided to make miso (bean paste) soup from scratch.
He used onion and green onion as ingredients, with white miso. For the broth, he used dried bonito flakes. He felt like strong fish flavor today, so he squeezed every drop from the flakes. He added the cut onion, heated it, then added miso bit by bit before it boiled, tasting as he went. Finally, he added the green onion and it was done.
Ichika was making rolled egg. The salmon was ready—just needed grilling when everyone gathered.
As yesterday, no breakfast for Dahlia. She had not returned since parting in the dungeon long ago. Well, a letter from the city mayor said she was still borrowed for magic device testing, so she must be in a tight spot. But needing Dahlia’s help to be in a tight spot was hard to understand.
Flute sounds came from the garden. The Torakuma mother and child had started dance practice.
After Ichika cut the rolled egg, Tatara sat on the living room sofa as usual and enjoyed her shiny hair. Soon Ethelena came in, sat beside him, and rested her head on his shoulder. The peaceful time made him sleepy. He yawned once, and his eyes started to close. He was really tired.
After a short nap of about ten minutes, Yohira called and woke him. He woke Ichika on his lap too, finished grilling the salmon, and they ate breakfast.
”Hmm, well balanced,” the acting head of family said after tasting the salmon and miso soup. Hearing that from a great noble of another land made him honestly happy.
”…By the way, we can’t catch salmon here, right? Like yesterday, is this from father-in-law too?”
”Mmm, yes, I brought it. This light miso soup is your work, Tatara-dono?”
”Yes. I tried to keep it light so it doesn’t hide the salmon taste. But I wanted some fish flavor, so I squeezed the bonito.”
”I see. This fits today’s breakfast well.”
He made a strange face midway, but overall it was well received.
Tatara sipped the miso soup. Behind the gentle soybean taste of white miso, he felt the fish richness. The sweetness of cooked onion, the slight bitterness and spice of green onion. He could eat seconds with just this and rice.
”Yes, I-san!”
While he analyzed the taste, Ethelena spoke to Ichika.
”What is it-degozaru?”
”Today, let’s go to the dungeon together!”
”Eh, sudden-degozaru…”
True, they should have checked last night. But he could see Ethelena wanted Ichika to come too. Ichika seemed to think about something. Probably a worry—and in this case, likely—
”If you’re worried, is it mother-in-law and the others’ lunch?”
”Mumu, as expected of master-degozaru.”
He was right. Yes, lunch for the two and the idiots was a problem. Leave practice supervision to the mothers, but only the idiots could cook for sure.
At that moment, mid-Tatara jumped from his inventory. Cornremu pulled his sleeve too.
”Ta-!”
”…You mean you’ll stay home and handle meals?”
”Ta-!”
The reaction felt like “leave it to me,” and he felt reliable. You’ve grown well, he thought with strange parent feelings… even though they were golems.
”Then, please. Ichika, sorry, but help prepare so they can finish.”
”As you wish-gozaru.”
Ichika agreed happily. After breakfast, they prepared right away. Simple salt onigiri (rice balls), Ichika’s egg, kinpira (stir-fried roots), and ginger pork that just needed heating.
He taught mid-Tatara and Cornremu how, left ten small Tatara as helpers, and headed to explore.
”By the way, why invite Ichika today?”
Walking four in a row, he asked Ethelena the question. Ichika seemed curious too—two gazes turned to her.
”Yes, I want to check if the thing happening among us is real.”
”…Something happened?”
What situation among them? Was there something terrible?
”Yes, to check if members who like Tatara drop lewd armor.”
”Bufu!?”
Her words made him and Ichika spit out loud. What are you trying to make her do?
”First me, then without Tatara I opened and got huge mana stone. Next Torakuma opened lewd armor, same for Chi-chan. So we need to see for I-san too.”
Was Ethelena some †lost mind† or something? Yohira, who should be normal, showed no sign of stopping—probably because she already had the lewd armor… Please no “die together” mindset.
”…What face should I make if I get that-degozaru?”
”…Just laugh.”
”It would only be an empty smile-degozaru.”
Ichika looked far away suddenly. He tried a famous anime line, but it flowed by. Not in her quotes, maybe.
She said it with a mix of awe, but he could not understand it fully. Still, this silver thread had room for more improvements. By the way, in a game from his past life, there was a steel thread weapon with a blood-suck ability. If they gathered noble blood from vampires on floor 35, he could try it.
While thinking that, their party moved down floors smoothly. Yohira used her steal skill over and over on goblins to grow it. He was shocked when it rose to rank II so fast. Well, more uses of tsuba-me-gaeshi and egg recovery meant more skill experience, so it made sense right after getting it.
”Tatara, something funny is happening,” Yohira said as they reached the stairs, watching the scene.
”Seems like using concept appraisal while stealing guarantees it on living things.”
”Too sneaky, right?”
She said her habit made appraisal show something different. Besides the twist, a standout point appeared, and reaching for it let her steal. This would be bad on muumin (fluff monster) on floor 21.
Thinking that, they quickly beat the goblin lord on floor 10 and pushed on. Maybe the sure steal helped—Yohira’s skill leveled up at crazy speed. It might hit rank III before floor 21.
His own experience barely grew. He needed to kill lots after floor 45. Still, skills might level, so he attacked steadily. But Ethelena and Yohira’s steals came first.
Ichika’s level and skills grew little, so she stayed back. She said it was like shaking off rust after house chores—to check her current skills. And she wiped out a group of nearly ten goblin commanders. She was strong.
They reached floor 21, home to trolls.
”Now the real start for Ethelena and Yohira.”
”Yes, I’ll get them from the fairy like always!”
”Please don’t hug them.”
Seeing his lovers hugged by mascots right in front of him stirred annoyance. Yohira usually held him back, but this time she went front. He might shake off Tatia and punch that dazed face.
”You, who hugs everyone here, say that?” Ethelena teased.
”Stop with the instant-death magic lines.”
He knew his insincere life, so he had no comeback. Ethelena pushed sharing after accepting no monopoly, but his words hurt Yohira and others’ hearts. His sin was heavier.
”Ethelena, stop that or Tatara gets too guilty and useless. Plus, say too much and Ichika, chasing hard, will steal him,” Yohira said, not sure if stopping or finishing.
”Yes, he’d think he can’t make me happy and leave,” Ethelena agreed.
Her timing saved him from wanting to die. He thanked Tatia and Ichika rubbing his back. Leaving his dying mind in the wall, they explored and soon found several muumin—the goal.
”Hmm, I’ll try one. Ethelena, steal from behind like usual.”
”Yes, got it. Torakuma, try hugging too—super soft and warm?”
Ethelena said extra to Yohira, ready to test steal. His mind not recovered, he stayed quiet. Ichika, worried, stayed close.
They went to separate muumin. Yohira stole from behind like Ethelena and got the item. Then she hugged it from behind. It shocked him a bit.
But reactions differed. The muumin thrashed free from Yohira. It saw Ethelena hugging another… or her chest. Looked at Yohira clinging, then Ethelena again… and slumped, clearly depressed.
Next instant, the muumin before Yohira split in two by her drawn temari-bana (spiked ball). It happened in a blink. The slumped one fell apart from back to torso. Air froze as Yohira slowly turned to the next.
Then it was a massacre. She ambushed crying, fleeing muumin from behind, cut their legs to stop escape, then stole. More robbery than steal—physical, not skill.
Ethelena stole from another, letting it flee as much as possible. She knew stopping Yohira would turn her into the target—too dangerous to approach.
Soon Yohira finished the room’s muumin and came over.
”Here, got it.”
”Y-yeah.”
Was it stolen or harvested?
”Damn, every one… Is flat chest that bad!?” she burst out.
No, he liked big but thought Yohira’s body plenty attractive.
”You’d say I’m charming just as I am, no help. After liking Ethelena and Ichika’s breasts, I only half-believe!”
Oh, complaining about him. Fine, he’d listen till she cried later.
”When I bared skin, your demon cleaver stood tall!”
Yeah, she called his manhood demon cleaver. Forgot that.
”Master’s mighty katana Shura Ichimonji takes all-degozaru.”
”Tatara-dono’s piercing丸 is really big too,” Tatia added.
Oh, each had their own name.
”Family issues keep us from joining yet, I know that worry. But… in this party, everyone but me and Dahlia is huge!!”
Huge soul cry. But this world, game company habit, favored big.
”My size is average in Hizuru!”
Food difference maybe?
”But big sis two are cow-like huge… Why not me!?”
No, body type difference.
”I felt safe since big sis unwed—no need in Hizuru. But why no matches for me!?”
”By the way, Yohira broke talks with smiles in Torakuma land-degozaru,” Ichika said.
”Hey, idiot, stop.”
True, but don’t say it.
”Why… Why don’t I have breasts big enough for Tatara… What’s wrong!?”
”Well, at least Ethelena and Ichika cook, maybe that’s why?”
In party, sure cooks: him, Ethelena, Ichika. Yohira learned dishes but not cooking; Dahlia no talent.
”Then Tatia!?”
”Um… I can do camp cooking a bit for wild stays.”
Yohira crumpled. Too harsh blow. But Hinagiku-san, disaster at chores, had decent size.
He thought: strong physical ones seemed modest. …Archangel big, so guess wrong.
”Hehehe… Ethelena even stamped that my breasts won’t grow. If it’s this painful, this hard… I don’t need breasts!”
”Are you the Fist King of the End Times?”
”End Times?”
”Fist King?”
”Never mind.”
He could not help but retort to Yohira’s line, and Ethelena and Dahlia questioned it. He brushed it off. But Ichika seemed to get it… Was this slang too?
Yohira, who had been hanging her head, suddenly straightened and glared at him.
”Fine then, Tatara! When we get home, we’ll make love!”
”With your parents there, what about going through proper family channels!?”
He tsukkomi’d her mad rush. Her rampage was bad.
”When the time comes, you’ll wear a white wedding kimono woven with mithril silver thread and bow properly, but hold back now!”
”Promise! I got your word!?”
Her usual calm gone, Yohira’s muumin hunt continued at that pitch. She rushed them fast to steal items—too villain-like. Ethelena, letting some escape, got more attached and handed extras. This made no sense.
They kept exploring and passed the troll floors before noticing.
From floor 25 golems, Ethelena and Yohira stole items, then he instant-killed them quick. At the boss room soon after, Tatia did her endurance test on the orichalcum golem like before. Three hours of punches, unfazed—even Ichika pulled back in awe. Yeah, opening status mid-beating to max skill and rank up was scary normal.
Ignoring satisfied Tatia, he instant-killed the tired-looking golem, made body or not. It felt like thanks. Well, terror from Tatia would do that.
Down to floor 31, they met a group of undead kings right away.
”…By the way, sudden trip—I forgot to update Ichika’s gear.”
”Mumu, something wrong-degozaru?”
He remembered at the first undead king: no elemental katana gear for her Botan (peony blade). This was just to check lewd armor from dragon zombie, but no gear would cause issues.
”Yohira and Tatia’s weapons have special switch functions. They change elements to hit weak points.”
”That’s amazing-degozaru…”
”So I remembered I didn’t make it for Ichika’s Botan.”
”Hmm…”
Ichika pondered his words. Meanwhile, Ethelena and Yohira ignored them, stealing from undead kings together. Tatia confirmed steals then struck—ignore for now.
Ichika touched her katana blade, chanted something. Blue flame lit up.
”…My curse art, foxfire, turns it to elemental attack-degozaru.”
”You can do such handy things…”
Like enchanter mages’ weapon enchant, but curse version—fire and dark mix feel.
”Botan seems to learn foxfire naturally with use-degozaru. Maybe other elements too-degozaru.”
”…I see, ‘growth’ concept means this.”
Not just status up, but gaining special abilities—broken performance. With her skill, it’d be super broken later.
Talking that, they cleared floor 31. He mined some mid-way, but the two frontlining for steals were scary. How many status up items this time? 20kg orichalcum paled.
To floor 35, undead floor. Ichika pinched her nose in pain. Forgot—no custom mask for her.
”Ichika, sorry it’s my old one, use this.”
He gave his old mask quick. She took it panicked, breathed deep over mouth.
’Voice muffles through mask, use telepathy accessory.’
’…Thought my lungs would rot-degozaru.’
Same as Tatia’s first time here.
Ethelena, Yohira, Tatia had custom masks—size, design, different scent sources inside.
’From here, enemies are vampires. Ichika, any charm resist?’
’Mumu, no Sex Sorcery yet, hard without gear-degozaru.’
’Then hold this.’
Her answer—he pulled Yaki-giri (curse-cutter) pocket katana from inventory. Nulls bad status on self—best counter… Botan would learn it someday.
While gearing Ichika, message from ahead Ethelena.
’Found some right away, six.’
’Got it, coming now.’
Replied quick, took Ichika and caught up. His movement better, but her speed kept pace—amazing. Match her movement later.
For skill ups, he attacked active. Used rare ambush, basic boosts.
Smooth progress. Before boss, checked status: physical attack boost, magic attack up, mana boost, agility boost maxed—ranked up. But no hits, physical defense boost zero.
’By the way, Ichika, those steel—or silver—threads, keep using?’
’Muu, want to-degozaru.’
’Then remake proper at home. Give back later.’
’As you wish-gozaru.’
Enough noble blood this trip—use for her gear. Undead king special Warakia (undead slayer) or blood mithril too narrow.
Yohira, watching, hand on boss door.
’Then, Ichika’s first dragon hunt too?’
’Well, not big enemy.’
’Tatara-dono, senses numb—dragon zombie strong foe.’
Tatia tsukkomi’d his casual, but instant kills from first meet—no strong feel.
Far-off dragon zombie giant—Ethelena and Tatia jumped. Beat later, he and Yohira moved to wreck forearms. Timing?
Ethelena back attack, Tatia front hit. As he readied hammer, dragon zombie crumbled. Yeah, too late.
Lost boss, lonely treasure chest center. Sad sight.
’Literal instant kill.’
’Yes, easier than thought.’
Ichika’s telepathy mostly awe, Yohira agreed. Tatia, who finished it, looked bad—called strong foe, instant killed.
’Then, I-san open the chest?’
A telepathy message from Ethelena carried heavy pressure. Yeah, bringing Ichika was for that main goal.
’Um, I didn’t do anything-degozaru, so…’
’That’s why, at least this much?’
Ichika shrank from Ethelena’s force. Wide eyes would do that.
She looked to Yohira and Tatia for help, but their gazes stayed the same. Hoping a little, she turned to him. He tried to step in, but his body froze. Familiar feel—Ethelena’s restraint magic. This far?
Ethelena came close to frozen him and started touching his body. What was she doing?
”Come on, if I-san doesn’t open the chest… I’ll start sex with Tatara right here!”
”What are you saying?”
Her mask off for the bold words, he could not help but speak. What kind of play was this?
”W-what are you saying-degozaru!?”
”If you don’t open quick, I’ll strip Tatara and take his manhood in my mouth. Okay?”
”What threat is that? Only I take damage.”
Ethelena kept pushing panicked Ichika, but only he got hurt. What was this situation?
Ichika looked between him and Ethelena a few times, then opened the chest like giving up. Yeah, not something to open with such grim resolve.
She took the item: golden strings linked to black armor—a bikini armor.
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A manly cheer rose from Ethelena and the others. How happy were they? Ichika’s face red from shame over the item. Of course.
”Master, this…”
Feeling guilt for near-crying Ichika, he used appraisal.
Full Armor ‘Dragon Lewdmail’
HP +50
Mana +20
Skill Power +20
Physical Attack +15
Physical Defense +40
Magic Attack +10
Magic Defense +30
Speed +20
Movement +1
Special: ‘Dark resist’ ‘Women only’
No doubt—Dragon Lewdmail (lewd dragon armor).
He explained the gear. Ichika’s face turned complex. Of course.
”My ninja clothes are way worse in power-degozaru…”
”Feels unfair, I get it.”
This exposure beat black iron defense—as a crafter, unfair. Lewd gear stronger fit eroge world, though.
”M-master, do you want me to wear this-degozaru?”
”Well, for safety, I’d like you to equip it.”
Thinking of Ichika hating revealing gear, he could not push. But lewd armor power was high. For safety, better equipped. Knowing his feelings or not, Ichika looked resolved. Wait, no—
”Master, step out a bit-degozaru!”
”Wait, don’t rush!?”
She shook off his stop and ran. He could only watch, bound by magic.
”I’m… powerless…”
”Sorry to say while you’re sad, but eye candy for you?” Yohira said.
He would not deny, but it did not apply to him—Ichika feared men. She hated revealing clothes, so forcing it felt wrong. Everyone should wear what they truly want.
”S-sorry to keep you waiting-degozaru!”
Muffled voice through mask. Ethelena freed the magic—body moved. He turned to the voice.
There stood Ichika. Snow-white skin against shiny black. No chest wrap from ninja gear, her attractive curves fully shown. Breastplate bigger than Ethelena’s, but still small by normal.
Shy, she hid chest and crotch with arms—but that shyness stirred desire even more.
The maker was surely a pervert, but thinking good work made him the same.
Notes:
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
• Cornremu – TataraGolem; wears red scarf (*”Ta-!” greetings*).
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
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