Chapter 95 New Possibilities
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…Yohira, aren’t you afraid of getting hurt, holding that blade like that?”
Mother-in-law asked it hesitantly, her voice trembling just a little, because of course she’d worry—her daughter was cradling a naked sword against her chest, after all.
”Mother, this ‘Temarihana’ would never hurt me. We’re one and the same… I won’t wound myself unless I truly wish it.”
Yohira said it with a soft smile, and that gentle sight made Mother-in-law’s face twist into a helpless expression, like she had no choice but to give in.
Then, just as quickly, her eyes shifted to Temarihana itself, curiosity pulling her in despite everything. She squinted at the blade, peering close, probably using Appraisal to inspect every inch, and finally nodded once, satisfied.
”It’s completely baffling. Is this a divine-forged weapon?”
”It’s man-made.”
She tossed aside her confusion so easily, just like that. Master was watching Temarihana too, her gaze sharp and confirming every detail without a word.
”That ‘Indomitable and Unyielding’ part especially—I have no idea what it means. What’s the effect?”
”Well… Master, do you understand it?”
This was the perfect moment to ask Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto, our living encyclopedia, so I called out to her. She let out a deep sigh first, straightening her posture before explaining the concept blooming in Temarihana, her voice steady and clear.
”To sum it up, this concept means ‘Indestructible.’”
”I see… A katana with ‘Indestructible’? That’s seriously broken.”
Katanas were known worldwide for their high attack power but fragility—they couldn’t cut through anything too hard. But slap ‘Indestructible’ on one, and suddenly it didn’t matter if the enemy was a Golem type; you could face them head-on without fear.
And this blade’s raw power already surpassed an Orichalcum Golem’s defense. Even on floors 25 and beyond, nothing physical could stop Yohira now.
”And furthermore, it activates a limited ‘Calamity Cutter’ effect.”
”Wait—what? So as long as Yohira holds it, she gets ‘Calamity Cutter’ too!?”
My shocked shout made Master nod firmly, and damn, it hit hard—an unbreakable blade that protected its wielder? That was beyond normal.
Yohira could already tackle floors 35 and up without even unlocking Sex Sorcery. This was way better than we’d planned; my chest tightened with raw excitement.
”And finally, ‘Unyielding’… It boosts power when you’re in dire straits.”
”Right at the end, it throws in something absolutely ruthless.”
I couldn’t even picture Yohira in true peril with this, but if it ever happened, this sword guaranteed a comeback. Temarihana, Yohira’s katana fused with layered concepts—it had turned into something dangerously overpowered, and the thought sent a thrill racing through me.
I took Temarihana from Yohira’s hands, the weight familiar and warm, and started crafting its fittings. When I asked her wishes, she said she only wanted the hilt—no guard, no scabbard. I wanted to honor her request completely since it was her dedicated blade, but Mother-in-law stepped in with a firm stop.
According to her, formal ceremonies ahead might require ‘Hydrangea’ and Temarihana as specified gear, so the fittings needed a certain dignity. I thought Hydrangea was fine on its own, but she shook her head—even surpassing Mithril armor and cloak, few outfits outranked this. Hell, a disciple of Ame-no-Mahitotsu-no-Mikoto had forged that armor; only an emperor’s battle garb could top it, she insisted.
Was being Master’s direct disciple that prestigious? Well, yeah—the ancestor god of blacksmithing passing down skills? Depending on the god, that made you a saint.
Suddenly, it all made sense, even if Hydrangea was from before Yohira’s discipleship. Her logic wrapped around me tight, convincing without effort. So I planned fittings that bent toward Yohira’s wishes but kept some grace.
A Mithril guard in a cross shape?
Or maybe… etch our party symbol?
”Hey, Yohira.”
”What is it?”
”For the guard—cross shape, or our party symbol?”
”Our mark, obviously.”
”Got it.”
That quick back-and-forth settled it, so I forged a guard with our party symbol circled neatly. Next, the hilt—Master had generously given me a long one, thick and suited for a hefty katana. I twisted Mithril silver threads into the wrapping cord, using a raised pinch style where the crossings swelled high and proud. The silver gleamed against the blade’s beautiful blue, the white hilt popping sharp and elegant.
The scabbard was simpler than the conceptual weapon itself, so I went with wood. But the wide blade made it look a bit like a paddle when sheathed. I painted it ivory, crafting the mouth and end-cap in Mithril. Overall, it came out refined as hell—my heart swelled with quiet pride.
”Mother-in-law, how’s this fitting?”
”…Yes, no problems at all.”
She nodded approval when I showed her the finished katana gear, relief flooding through me like cool water. Good—I sucked at design flair, so I always stuck to simple and not-ugly.
”But… with this new katana in my hands, I just want to test it out.”
”Don’t say terrifying shit like that!”
Yohira muttered those dangerous words as she gripped the completed Temarihana, and I couldn’t hold back my outburst, my pulse spiking hard. She’d been dragged along too far already; it scared me shitless.
”What? I’ll just try it on an Ogre next exploration—that’s plenty.”
She laughed it off, but this bloodthirsty edge wasn’t the Yohira I knew; it clawed at my gut. Was Temarihana influencing her?
”Tatara-san.”
”Ah, Mother-in-law. Is this…?”
”Yes, it’s Yohira’s true nature.”
”…What?”
The rational, dependable Yohira I’d always leaned on—her core was this?
”She loves swords, loves blades. When a new one comes, she can’t resist testing it… just like a child itching to play with a fresh toy.”
”She’s so steady usually—it’s shocking.”
”And this time, it’s your all-out masterpiece katana, Tatara-san. Her head’s full of proving it’s the strongest—nothing else.”
”Who cares about strongest? Just stay safe, damn it.”
I’d forged that blade to keep her alive, not for her to dive headfirst into danger—it twisted my insides with worry. Sure, seeing Yohira enjoy what she loved lit me up inside, but still…
”If that state drags on… just hold her, Tatara-san.”
”No basis for that, and isn’t it really just you wanting grandkids?”
”I can’t deny it, but… once it’s etched that she’s yours, the recklessness stops. My husband was the same.”
”Yeah, don’t want details on that mess.”
If Yohira took after the Acting Head like that, suppressing impulses by sleeping with her felt wrong—off.
Holding Yohira had to come from our love, from sharing souls, nothing extra shoved in. Ethelena had ended up tangled in all sorts of bullshit, and that’s exactly why it burned clearer now.
”Hmph, what’s this, Tatara? Wanna do it like before?”
”You’re saying that in front of your mother?!”
”You’ve seen us once already—it’s not like it’s new.”
Mental armor like a fortress, that girl.
”Yohira, one thing I need to say.”
”See? Shameless—gonna get scolded.”
”Stop the contraception. I’m waiting for grandkids, you know.”
”Give me back my expectations.”
Mother-in-law hid her smirk behind her open fan, her tone clearly joking, but saying it outright like that?
My face burned hot. Yohira in this mood might take it seriously—seriously, stop.
We wrapped up that wild exchange, and as I tidied the forge, the metallic tang lingering in my nose, I headed to the living room.
There was Hinagiku-san from Tengu Equipment, back already, digging into the dinner Ichika had prepped in her apron. At least they hadn’t shared the meal together.
”Welcome back, Hinagiku-san. Thanks for walking him home.”
”No trouble at all. I had a delicious time too.”
Huh—had something sparked? My curiosity flickered alive.
”The dried fruits and fresh veggies were so rich and satisfying. His parents asked me to keep drilling him hard from now on!”
”Master, Hinagiku ate at her friend’s house and now our dinner too-degozaru.”
”You’re fattening up a Tengu straight-line—pray he develops a chubby fetish.”
Her words hit like a punch, and I burst out laughing, the tension from earlier shattering into warm, stupid relief as the room filled with our shared, easy chuckles.
I probably looked at her right then like a farmer eyeing a prize pig in the sty, my stare heavy and unblinking. If Mother-in-law had been there, the chill in my gaze would’ve plunged straight to absolute zero, frost cracking the air around us.
”B-but! I can’t waste food that’s served… plus, I skipped lunch anyway!!”
”Did I mess up by missing you feeding him bites with an ‘ahhhn’?”
Damn, quietly shifting some of his food onto Hinagiku-san’s plate might’ve backfired hard. Her face drained to pale blue the second she heard me, eyes widening in pure panic.
”Y-you noticed…?”
”With you critiquing every dish in that booming voice? How could I not?”
”Critiquing the food?”
”…No way, Hinagiku—you did that unconsciously-degozaru?”
I couldn’t believe it at first, but her blank, dazed expression screamed it was true… holy shit, no fucking way.
Wait—on the day Mother-in-law first arrived, she’d called her out on it, but Hinagiku hadn’t even responded. Was she so lost in the flavors, vocabulary firing on all cylinders, that she hadn’t heard a damn thing?
”Seriously? You did that without realizing? How deep in the zone do you get, rattling off food reviews like a pro!?”
”Hinagiku, tell me it’s a joke-degozaru! You were dead serious without knowing-degozaru!?”
”N-no… I always thought those were just perfect little asides from my heart…”
Shit, now I’m wondering—do I blurt stuff unconsciously too? Ethelena reads my mind all the time, after all.
”Yours shows plain on your face-degozaru, Master. Nothing slips out your mouth-degozaru.”
”Good, that’s a relief… so how’d you read my heart just now without even looking?”
She dropped that bombshell smooth as silk, this sly love-fox of mine.
”Kyuuun~ The love poured into the ‘Peony’ you gave me whispers your heart right to me-degozaru!”
That’s what she said, and it hit me—
”Yeah… means I’m thinking of Ichika that much.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth, fighting the grin exploding across my face, but it broke free anyway, wide and unstoppable, heat flooding my cheeks raw.
”…Joking-degozaru? I mean, I just love you so much, Master, that’s why I know your heart-degozaru?”
”Oh… ah, really?”
”I’m (Watashi) watching what now? I need thick, bitter green tea right fucking now—desperately.”
Hinagiku-san was saying something, but all that crammed my skull was Ichika blushing, hiding her own words, cute as hell—it clawed in deep, squeezing my chest tight with stupid joy.
”Ahem. Anyway, leaving me aside… Hinagiku-san, what do you think of him?”
”My friend? He’s a good guy—sword talent off the charts, personality bright and bold, a real man’s man. Sure, he pulls back around me sometimes, but after our training sessions? Totally understandable.”
Oof, no affection sparking back… wait, normal people don’t pick up hints unless you spell it out? Expecting him to read her actions? Bullshit—that’s impossible.
We’re not mind-reading babies; spit it out in words, damn it. All we can do is nudge that idiot or Hinagiku-san to face their feelings and confess. Hell, this whole thing was to boost his image—and his parents cornering her? Way better results than expected, my pulse thrumming with smug satisfaction.
”K-Kasumi-sama hit her with marriage talk, and she freaked hard-degozaru… but you weren’t even thinking that far-degozaru?”
”I-it’s normal to panic if someone drops ‘bride’ out of nowhere!!”
”Most folks would laugh it off as a joke if a younger girl brings it up-degozaru, y’know?”
Ichika was pushing, using that fluster as proof Hinagiku-san’s feelings ran deep, trying to drag her emotions into the light.
Smart, but from what I knew of Hinagiku-san’s stubborn streak, piling on too hard would just make her dig in heels-deep. Back off here, or she’d stonewall the idiot for good—my gut twisted with the risk, breath catching sharp.
”Oh, when his farm visit day’s set, let me know. I prepped clothes for it.”
”Mmm. Tatara-dono, you’ve already got clothes for me…”
”For digging dirt? Jersey and tees work fine. But strolling town streets in that? Straight-up slob central—zero excuse.”
Mother-in-law had her change into Tengu gear before sending her home this time, and look—still scarfing dinner like it was nothing. Sloppy as hell, oblivious to the bone. This woman’s the type to prowl streets in one ratty tee alone, so yeah—if we don’t hand-hold every step, she’ll show up to his farm looking like tragic wreckage.
Please, at least pack basics, for fuck’s sake. A stinky royal guard? The emperor she’d protect would hate it… or wait, does she keep her work uniform spotless at least?
”Muu… fine, if you’re that insistent.”
”Hinagiku, forget catching a man—just care about your daily outfits properly-degozaru.”
”Says the bath-hater…”
”Mine’s just trauma from Mom dunking me in the tub as a kid—fear won out-degozaru. But since coming here? Totally over it-degozaru!”
”Don’t drop heavy trauma that casual…”
Ichika, you skipped spilling on veggie phobia and guy fear, but bath hate too? What the hell’s your backstory, a trauma parade?
”W-well, then back home, you were clueless about clothes too!”
”I know my looks draw guys-degozaru, so I picked baggy men’s stuff or plain shit to keep ’em away-degozaru.”
That’s why her casual shop haul was all low-key, mimicking my style… though honestly, it just screamed her killer figure louder.
”By the way, the men’s clothes you bought me here? To flaunt how close we are to everyone-degozaru.”
”You were targeting me already!?”
”Ethelena-sama’s got matching ones too—scared me with that first-wife confidence-degozaru.”
”Oh yeah—date night, she wore men’s wear for once… so it was couple coords?”
Her chest strained the fabric so bad, and that night in the bedroom, she teased about it while I stripped her slow, memories flooding hot.
She’d role-played some bullshit: pretending guy at boys’ school, crush outs her, blackmails into bed. I just fucked her straight, but her giggles echoed wild in my head now, stirring low heat.
”Tatara-dono, you’re surprisingly dense, huh?”
”Don’t wanna hear that from Hinagiku-degozaru.”
Yeah, guilty as charged—my face burned, agreement twisting sour in my throat.
”Second bath of the day—your body’s not worn out yet?”
”Still gotta soak, or I’ll reek of smoke and iron. Got called out for stinking once—bugs me ever since.”
Answering Ethelena’s question as she scrubbed my back in our second couples’ bath today. She’d said “later in the room,” but here she was, slipping in normal as hell—my heart hammered scared, pulse loud under the steam.
”Hmph! I’d never call you stinky, Tatara!”
”Nah, you never said it… but your reactions screamed it.”
Instinct took over back then—no memory of words, but every sniff, her nose wrinkled deep… though she kept sniffing anyway, over and over, like addicted.
”But… I love your sweat smell, Tatara…”
Good scents mean semen compatibility’s prime—rumor in this world, but biology backs it. Pure human me and night-kin half-breed Ethelena?
Our seeds might clash hard, explaining the raw pull. Didn’t change shit now, but thinking it sent a warm ache through my chest, steady and deep.
Lost in that, the harsh scrub of the rough cloth shifted—soft, slick something gliding over my skin instead.
I’d felt this before. No doubt.
”Fufu, Master’s (husband) back for more♡”
Soap Baral’s No.1 girl Ethelena returned, full force. Yeah, I figured she’d hit bath-entry—dead-on.
After forcing it on her when my mind nearly shattered over the hammer, I’d vowed any play as thanks. Fine by me, heat coiling tight already.
”Ara~ Master (husband) was hoping for this too♪”
She pressed close, peeking over my shoulder—saw my cock at full salute—and squealed it delighted, breath hot in my ear. The whisper shivered my spine electric, goosebumps ripping raw.
”Master (husband), you’re hot—bet you get tons of girls?”
”Dunno… some say they like me, but only one’s ever confessed love at first sight.”
”Ara~ Surprising~”
”…That girl’s Ethelena—my one-sided crush.”
Let’s dive into role-play, twist the knife a bit. Your move—how’s it hit?
Her breath hitched sharp against my neck, the water’s steam thickening heavy as her soft hands paused, fingers trembling just once—then squeezed tighter, nails digging in with hungry promise, the air between us crackling alive.
”That girl and me—which one’s prettier~?”
”Uh… ngh, honestly, you’re so damn similar I can’t even compare.”
”Eee, that’s cruel~ Unlike her, I can do all these naughty things for you♡”
She started stroking, hands pumping my shaft rough and slick.
Her fingers couldn’t wrap it fully, but she knew every spot to hit—teasing, twisting, driving me wild. Pleasure flashed white-hot through my brain, breaths ripping ragged as I fought not to break.
”Why stick with a girl who ignores you like that~ When I can give you all the dirty fun? Hm~?”
”Th-that’s…”
”Say ‘yeah’ or I’ll make you cum just from my hands~?”
She sped up, strokes slamming harder, pleasure chewing into my skull like acid—fuck, it burned so good, edges fraying fast.
”Come on, say I’m better~ I’ll be your girlfriend, your wife, anything♡”
”Ugh, ah!”
”Hurry~ Or you’ll blow pathetically too soon?”
”Even then… I…”
”…God, you’re so fucking stubborn.”
She stopped cold, pleasure yanking away like a gut punch. I gasped, chest heaving wild, sucking air in greedy bursts.
Ethelena slipped around front, standing bare and dripping—her body still lush, curves screaming perfection. My eyes locked on, throat dry, couldn’t look away. That sadistic grin curled her lips cruel, and she lunged—arms wrapping me tight, hips dropping fast to impale herself.
”Eh?!”
Bliss exploded, brain scrambling—too much, too sudden—I blew deep inside her pussy, flooding her core in one brutal surge. The load gushed thick, filling her to bursting; a raw groan tore from my throat, unstoppable.
”Ahh haa♡”
She moaned sweet, feeling every pulse, arching back hard—her walls clenched vicious, milking me dry. That squeeze alone dragged a second orgasm ripping out, forcing every drop, leaving me wrecked and shaking.
”Fufu, Master (husband)… you’re knocking up me, not your crush~♪”
”Wh-what…?”
”You’re getting me pregnant right now~ Then take responsibility. Buy me out, make me happy—not her, me♡”
Holy shit, she went all-in on this role-play, eyes blazing wild.
Wait—stealing fictional me from fictional her? The fuck’s that about?
”B-but… this place has strict rules on that.”
”Blame you for getting a succubus this worked up~ Women are scary creatures♡”
…Damn, for a second I wondered—if real Ethelena ran a spot like this, she’d pull this exact stunt on a favorite. Oh yeah, Dalma-san once said, ‘Explorers marry party members or brothel girls’—probably ’cause of shit like this, hooks sinking deep.
”Your Ethelena… she’s me, not that dream girl~♪”
She grinned lewd and joyful, hips rocking slow—Sex Sorcery kept my cock rock-hard, throbbing endless.
I stared back, face twisted in fake despair… but fuck, role-play’s hitting its limit, chest tight with real need.
”…You started this, but can we drop it and just fuck normal now?”
”Ehh~ Let’s play more! Stealing Tatara from someone else feels so fresh~”
”From imaginary you— that’s fine?”
”Set it as ‘secret brothel side-gig’—keeps my devotion pure~?”
”That’s still fucked up…”
Nah, we’d fantasized close to this before—got wild with it. Ethelena hit me with a savage tsukkomi glare back then, though.
”If you really worked a place like this… we might’ve never met.”
”No way you’d hit a brothel—always crafting, total lifelong bachelor vibe.”
”You picture that too easy.”
Would I have met Yohira or Ichika? Probably not. Ethelena by my side sparked the Bracelet find, hooked us to Torakuma (T/N: Female) house—fate chained tight.
Tatia, maybe—but human-level confidence? Doubt it. I’d have turned into some isolated freak otherwise, gut twisting cold at the thought.
”Fufu, you’re so weak at romance without me~♪”
”If meeting you’s my peak luck… can’t argue that.”
Yeah, reaching for her hand back then? Pure miracle.
I grabbed hers now, fingers lacing desperate—vowed in my skull to never let go. She squeezed back fierce, my thoughts flooding into her, bond humming alive.
”Meeting me… was that luck for you, Ethelena?”
I asked soft, flow pulling it out—she beamed full-face, eyes shining raw.
”Of course it was!”
Her lips crashed mine, fierce and deep—lower half still joined, that jolt slamming up, shattering control. I came hard again, semen pouring thick into her pussy—massive load, piercing deep. She swallowed it all, magic contraception probably kicking in, but fuck, it felt bare, risky.
If she got knocked up mid-school? House arrest only fix—but academy rules? She’d get reamed, violations screaming.
”Hey, Ethelena.”
”Mm, what?”
”I love you.”
”Fufu, me too.”
We kissed endless, arms locked tight—passion boiling in the bath, steam thick, only watching for chill. Shit, Master’s coming later—overstayed this soak bad, guilt gnawing sharp.
We split in the changing room, her heading off to prep. I waited in my room, bad vibes crawling my skin, shoving dread down deep. Minutes dragged—then a soft knock echoed, timid. Door creaked open: Ethelena, right on cue.
But her outfit… fabric everywhere. Blue ribbed sweater hugging soft, cream long skirt swaying gentle, pink apron tied cute… not housewife—nursery teacher vibes, screaming innocent. Hair down loose, framing perfect—fit her stupid good, but holy fuck, dread spiked vicious in my gut.
This… she’s dead serious for that play, isn’t she?
”Tatara, can I come in your room~?”
Full-smile assault, but terror ripped goosebumps raw across me.
”Y-yeah, sorry. Come in.”
”Mm, excuse me~”
Felt like inviting a man-eating youkai inside—dread pooling cold, stomach churning.
What apology hell’s she demanding now? Fuck, am I about to get baby-fied for real?
She sat bed first, patting beside her—join me. I got it, but what fresh nightmare waited?
”Come on, quick~”
Rushed, I sat—she yanked my arm, pulling me flat. Head on her lap, knee-pillow soft—her fingers stroked slow through my hair, gentle as sin.
Alert alarms blared louder, heart slamming. This was intent, pure— no doubt.
”Fufu, you work so hard always, Tatara. Good boy~ Today, I’ll praise you lots~”
What the actual fuck? How do I handle this? Couldn’t shake her off—surrendered, letting it roll. She toyed my tied hair occasional, murmuring praise, strokes endless. Full-affirmation tickled weird, but her hands melted tension bit by bit, body going limp despite me.
Trap, I knew—body betrayed, relaxing total while mind screamed guard up. I’d stomach her whims, sure—but chickening at the brink? Pathetic. Still, whatever play crashed next… yeah, I’d brace this hard.
”Okay then~ Time to magic you properly rested, Tatara.”
Her whisper hummed low, fingers glowing faint—spell weaving warm through me, dread twisting tighter as her smile sharpened sweet, the room’s air thickening heavy with promise, my pulse racing wild against her thigh.
I jolted to bolt, pure instinct screaming run—but fuck, binding magic had snared my wrists and ankles tight, invisible chains locking me down. My body was so goddamn relaxed from her spell, I hadn’t felt a thing creeping in. Then her mana surged, glowing soft around me, wrapping every inch in warm light. Seconds ticked—pop—it burst away, gone.
But my skin prickled wrong, heavy and off. Dread clawed my gut as I glanced down… my body was a kid’s. Small, scrawny, fucking child-sized.
What the—?!
”Wh-what the hell is thiiiis!?”
A scream ripped out raw, throat burning—rejuvenation magic?
That’s straight-up forbidden curse territory, dark as sin. Why the fuck does Ethelena even know this shit!?
”Fufu, remember this morning, Tatara? You dumped all that pain on me~”
Yeah, guilty—blasted her with my breakdown, so I’d braced for her twisted payback tonight, inviting her in ready to take it.
”Right then, wanting to heal your hurt… a new Sex Sorcery spell popped up inside me. That’s this~”
”No—seriously, what the fuck is this!?”
Might’ve been in old stories, but my brain was too fried to dig memories.
Rejuvenation magic… wait, yeah—succubus character pulled it once, exact scene flashing hot.
”It’s temporary~ Reverses the target’s body age. Supposed to go full fetus, but I can only hit about 10 years back right now.”
”Ten years—you…!!”
That drops me to single digits, late end.
Stronger than early Ethelena, sure—but against her now? I’d get crushed flat, power gap yawning wide, fear icing my veins.
”…How long does this last?”
”Hmm~… One night, I think?”
Die slow till dawn, is that it? Still, beats permanent—morning lift-off meant survivable.
But these baggy-ass clothes? Clinging awkward, suffocating my tiny frame.
”Okay then~ Let’s strip-strip, Tatara-kun♪”
She clocked my thoughts dead-on, diving in bubbly, yanking my shirt eager—binding magic crushed any fight, leaving my puny kid body bare and exposed, cheeks flaming shame-hot.
”Fufu, the strong Tatara who always wraps me up… used to be this weak and tiny~”
Her eyes raked me slow, licking over my unworked, skinny limbs like prey. Ten years back—post-Archangel meet, pre-dungeon dives.
Probably buried in ancient tomes, translating for Arcane Armor. Taller than average kids at 150cm, but still 10cm shy of her now—humiliation burned deep, shrinking me smaller.
”You’re still growing too~ So cute♪”
Down below, my kid cock—soft, normal 10cm…
wait, big for a child? Situation had it limp, no spark yet.
”Time for Tatara-kun’s boobies~!!”
She shifted her apron aside, hiking the sweater high—no bra, those massive tits spilling heavy, swaying hypnotic. My jaw dropped, breath snagged.
”N-no—body-age wise, I’ve graduated that shit…”
”But Tatara~ You love ’em even as a grown-up, right?”
”Yeah…”
Fuck, couldn’t deny—boob saint curse hit eternal, truth twisting my tongue bitter.
”Then~ Eat lots and grow big, okay♪”
She mashed a nipple to my lips—mind blank, I latched on desperate. Smaller body made her breasts tower monstrous, oppressive weight crushing resistance dead.
Sucked hard as hell, but nothing flowed—dry as bone. Still, her succubus pheromones flooded thick, my kid frame heating wild, arousal spiking sharp. Already hit puberty back then—sure enough, my little cock stiffened quick, throbbing needy.
”Fufu~ You got it hard so good?”
Her hand wrapped it gentle—her palm ice-cold against my burning heat. That shock snapped me—cum spurted instant, weak jets splattering her fingers, shame flooding tears to my eyes.
”Aha~ Full of energy♪ Great job♡”
Shit—tears welled hot, spilling over.
Body dragged my mind younger too, emotions raw and kid-fragile—humiliation choked me, sob hitching in my throat. But pheromones kept my cock rigid, betraying me stiff.
”Mm~ Still raring to go. Okay… Teacher’s gonna make you feel real good♡”
Skirt shed fast, she straddled me—familiar sight normally, but kid-eyes turned it terrifying, her curves looming giant, devouring. She sank slow, pussy swallowing my tiny cock whole—looked like straight-up monster-gulp, no mercy.
Heightened kid-sensitivity overloaded every nerve, pleasure flooding brain-deep, info slamming too much. I screamed shrill—came again, spurting weak into her depths. She caught it all, walls gulping greedy, laughing low like a beast feasting.
”Fufu, you shot it out so strong~ Good boy, good boy♪”
Face close, whispering hot in my ear—some magic fogged my thoughts hazy, mind blurring soft.
”Okay~ Practice making this girl your mama… let’s keep going♡”
Hips rolled again, relentless—my brain scattered to mist, consciousness fading edges black.
If I’d hit this as a real kid… my kinks would’ve warped fucked-up forever—that stray, calm thought drifted last.
—
Once upon a time, a bustling town lay beyond a rickety suspension bridge—the only path in. Guarding it was Tatara-don, a hulking brute who terrorized travelers. “Guess my role’s the inhuman bully now… Ah, Granny, that load’s heavy. Hand it over, I’ll haul it across.”
One day, three women approached the bridge, each with striking charm and a killer presence. Tatara-don, ever the predator, aimed to trap them.
First Bride: Tatia, golden-haired and radiant.
Tatara-don snarled, “Kuku~ Pretty girl, wanna cross? Marry me!”
Tatia stammered, “W-Wait, if someone rough like me is okay…”
She caved instantly. Tatara-don blinked, stunned, then smirked. Wife one, snagged.
”Wait, is this the story?”
”Author’s skipping the broad strokes—can’t be helped.”
Second Bride: Yohira, silver hair tipped with red, a stunner.
Tatara-don blocked her, “Kuku~ Wanna cross? My first wife’s pregnant—bear my kid next!”
Yohira purred, “Fine by me~ Pamper me full, yeah?”
Wife two, snagged. Tatara-don reeled but eyed the third with malice.
”You’re the noble ojou-sama—don’t fall so easily!”
”Hmph, why would I refuse Tatara’s plea?”
”Story’s breaking… Was it ever whole?”
Third Bride: Ethelena, violet-haired and Tatara-don’s perfect type.
”This screams bad vibes only.”
”Classic hero vs. villain setup, duh.”
”Ending’s locked, huh?”
Tatara-don leered, “My kinda woman—lemme taste!”
Ethelena smirked, “…Punishment for dragging Chi-chan into this mess.”
”Nah, this script’s trash.”
The curvaceous Ethelena stripped, pinned him, and devoured him raw.
”Wait, Ethelena—this started kid-friendly!”
”Written out? Too late. Fade to black.”
Thus, the bridge-blocking Tatara-don was crushed, becoming a three-wife hubby. Happily ever after?
”Happy? This?”
”Three brides pregnant—spot-on!”
”Shittiest ending ever.”
Her magic sank claws deep, warmth flooding my tiny limbs. Rest crashed heavy, but her eyes gleamed wickedly above. Fingers traced my cheek slow, a promise of endless night throbbing alive in the dark. My small chest heaved fast against her thigh, trapped and burning.
Notes:
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name.
• 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.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi.
• Dalma – A massive, rugged Explorer with a burly frame and a presence that overshadows others, long considered a battle comrade of Rogas, Calmys, and the mayor. Straightforward and loyal, his trademark is entrusting everything to his allies—“makaseru otoko,” the kind who leaves even the forging of his great axe entirely to Tatara’s hands.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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