Volume 4 Chapter 93 Cat’s Bell ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Cheers!”
The glasses clinked lightly, and bubbles popped. The rich aroma of alcohol spread through the room.
The table was crowded with various drinks and snacks. Amber beer, deep red wine, translucent sake, and fragrant whiskey—all poured into glasses that gleamed under colorful lighting, filling the space with color and scent.
This was a room in a Love Hotel, styled like a bar for large groups.
Soft jazz played as tonight’s celebration unfolded—a victory feast… or rather, a feast commemorating the success of our sabotage.
Our strategy—neutralizing the heroes and confusing the soldiers—had prevented the clash between the Kingdom of Nakuos and the Demon Race Country armies.
Thanks to our plan, both forces had been coaxed into a drinking party.
Once they drank enough, they were ours.
Even after the magic tool’s effect wore off and they regained their senses, they would be incapable of fighting.
They couldn’t draw swords against friends they had laughed, danced, and sung with.
Both armies, as if waking from a dream, awkwardly began to withdraw.
The only one intending to fight, young Yamada, was carried off by the other heroes.
Our plan succeeded. The celebration continued inside the Love Hotel.
”Master, I’ll pour for you.”
”Here, Mr. Taro.”
Lifia and Tifi smiled, pouring drinks from either side.
”Milord! Did you see my—our—performance!?”
From behind, Kéa in her bikini armor clung to me, spilling a little of her drink in the process, though I didn’t mind.
”How indecent,” Yomi muttered, frowning slightly while sipping champagne daintily.
”Taro! Look, look!”
On the central stage, Korukona danced of her own volition—seemingly drunk.
Sailor Brownies stacked empty bottles at the table’s edge, making little castle walls.
The dwarf brothers Beckus and Nokiroul linked shoulders, chugging from bottles while singing off-key.
”Haven’t you two been drinking the whole time? Even during the operation?”
”We made sure the soldiers got smashed too!”
”Yeah! And this is my special treat!”
Apparently, a “special treat.”
Rozmiaque and young Quatro talked with glasses in hand. The boy had been given orange juice, not alcohol.
”Our master turns even chaotic battlefields into a celebration. Those who walk with him witness this miracle and cannot help but deepen their faith.”
”Ah… marvelous!”
Rozmiaque extolled my virtues at length, and Quatro listened eagerly. The content was a little questionable, so I planned to stop it at an appropriate moment.
Gaedaf and the adventurer party ‘Star of the Dawn’ sat together, uneasy in the lavish room.
I approached Gaedaf and poured wine.
”Gaedaf, we owe you this time.”
”Never thought I’d see a battlefield turned into a drinking hall.”
His cooperation had allowed us to restrain powerful mercenary adventurers. Though they hadn’t directly defied the kingdom army, their actions were effectively hostile. To acknowledge and reward them, I revealed the Love Hotel’s functions and granted access.
If he chose me over the kingdom, I had to repay that trust. Gaedaf received a card key to enter freely.
”With this power, I can understand Taro’s achievements so far.”
Gaedaf said, pouring for me in return.
”And now we know why you revealed this to us.”
I smiled and raised my glass again.
Without special hero powers, they had advanced to the dungeon’s fourth floor. With my help, their future feats looked promising. Our relationship remained unchanged—no orders would be given. Yet they could assist in my strategies.
We spent a while praising everyone’s efforts.
As glasses emptied and laughter settled, I crouched to meet Quatro’s gaze.
”Quatro, you’re still a child. Time to go home and sleep. Thank you for today.”
”Yes. Thank you for trusting me.”
He had helped through the Siren’s Harp, the carriage lending, and, most importantly, battlefield information. He left reluctantly, placing his glass down.
Seeing Gaedaf and Quatro off, I stood. Many had now been entrusted with my secrets—but all were trustworthy, guaranteed by Lifia and Rozmiaque. I was truly fortunate.
”Well, we’ll head off first. Drink as you please, everyone.”
”Ah, thanks for today.”
With farewells exchanged, I led the wives to the bedroom—a reward for their hard work.
* * *
”Eh? Already done?”
Korukona’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistening with alcohol and heat. Black short hair, cat ears, tan skin, and a voluptuous figure—she clearly wasn’t done dancing.
She had truly excelled this time, moving on the frontlines without regard for danger, supporting our plan despite her low level. Rewarding her was my duty.
”Korukona, you did wonderfully today. Shall we go somewhere you can dance a little more?”
”Really!? Yay! Taro, you’re the best!”
Her playful bounce made me grin.
But first, preparations. She needed a change of clothes—not that the outfit would change—still her revealing dancer’s attire.
”Hyah!? T-Taro!?”
I removed the fabric covering her chest and shorts, leaving her with only her milk curtains and… nothing else.
”Taro… this is embarrassing.”
”It’s fine, you won’t be exposed.”
She could dance without revealing herself, so less was more exciting.
Next, I produced a small box. Inside were three silver rings with blue-glowing bell accessories—earrings. They were magnetic; no piercing required. No harm would come to her.
”So pretty…”
Korukona stared, captivated. Truly a girl.
”Here, I’ll put them on.”
”Mm…”
She shyly offered her body, expecting the ears. But no.
”Hyah, Taro!?”
I gently lifted the sheer fabric of her dress and caressed her delicate, rosy n*pples.
”W-What are you doing? N-no way…”
Exactly that. The small ornaments snapped onto her sensitive buds with a soft click.
”Nghh!?!”
Korukona arched with a sharp intake of breath, a mix of pleasure and surprise. I did the same to the other side.
”Taro! Why on my chest!? Nyaa!”
Both n*pples now adorned with tiny decorations, the cat-eared girl felt a rush of sensation.
”This is the last one.”
I gently lifted her skirt.
”No way…”
Her intimate area, the small protrusion above her lips…
”Here.”
”Ahi, hyaa!”
I gently pinched her sensitive bud and brought the final ornament close.
”No, no, impossible!”
”It’s fine! I’m wearing one too!”
Kéa said, gently restraining Korukona to help.
Her desperate resistance was futile as the delicate ornament was fitted onto her most sensitive area.
”Ahh!!” she cried, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over her.
The sensation was overwhelming, a feeling she had never known. Once she had calmed slightly, he gently touched her with his fingertips.
”It suits you well,” he said.
The silver ornament and blue decoration gleamed vividly against her dark skin.
”R-really…?” she murmured, biting her lip, her body trembling with sensation while her cheeks flushed crimson.
Her shy gestures were irresistibly charming.
”Then I’ll take Korukona out for a bit, so wait here,” he said.
”Yes, please,” she replied.
Escorted by Lifia and the others, he set out with Korukona alone into the bustling town streets.
* * *
In the vibrant city of Latipak, they walked together through the lively streets.
Korukona wore a revealing yet elegant outfit, drawing admiring glances from passersby.
”T-Taro… this is so embarrassing! I hope no one can see too much,” she whispered, nervously smoothing her skirt.
With each step, a soft, tinkling sound resonated from her outfit.
”It’s fine. People are just admiring your beauty,” he reassured her.
”R-really?” she asked, her cheeks burning brighter, her cat ears twitching.
They arrived at a bustling tavern with a stage, open to impromptu performances, as Rozmiaque had recommended.
Upon entering, the lively atmosphere and smell of food greeted them. The crowd was large, but the mood remained cheerful, not rowdy.
On stage, a musician played a melodic instrument.
Taro handed him some coins to rent the stage. At first, the man looked skeptical, but when Taro gestured to Korukona and said, “She’ll perform,” he smiled and stepped aside. Then he began a lively tune.
Korukona stepped onto the stage, moving gracefully with the music.
As she danced, the fabric of her outfit fluttered, and the tiny decorations jingled softly.
All eyes were drawn to her—her dark skin, flowing black hair, twitching cat ears, and precise, elegant movements.
Her dance combined fluid grace with captivating energy, making her the undeniable star.
”Wow!”
”Yeah! That’s amazing!”
The enthusiastic patrons cheered loudly.
Naturally, a beautiful woman in an elegant yet revealing outfit was performing.
Her graceful movements and the subtle hints of her figure captivated the audience.
Yet her most private areas remained tastefully concealed, heightening the intrigue inside the tavern.
”Can… can I see…?”
”Almost…!”
”Why can’t I see more?”
Her flowing outfit teased with glimpses yet maintained her modesty.
The audience leaned forward, trying to catch a hint of what remained hidden, but she masterfully controlled the fabric, keeping herself covered while dancing.
From the back of the audience, Taro watched her.
This was what they called the “admiring partner” view.
—Jingle.
Someone noticed the soft sound, tilting their head.
”Is that… a decoration? Where’s it coming from?”
”Maybe it’s part of her outfit?”
”But I can’t see it…”
The sound was heard, but the source remained a mystery.
Korukona, feeling their gaze, flushed even deeper yet did not stop dancing.
The soft jingling came from her most intimate area, and she kept moving with grace.
She danced for some time, her energy gradually building. Her face glowed, and her breath came in soft gasps.
This was not fatigue—her stamina could have carried her through indefinitely.
As the song ended, a storm of applause and cheers erupted.
She bowed gracefully, and shouts of “Encore! One more time!” filled the tavern.
But it was enough. She was satisfied, and so was he.
They left the tavern amidst lingering admiration and disappeared into a quiet alley.
A dimly lit, secluded street, the noise of the city now distant.
”Taro, what’s going on? Here of all places?”
”You, Korukona. You didn’t seem to dance at your best,” he teased.
”Because it’s your fault! Making me wear this…” she said.
”This?” he asked.
”The decoration, of course!”
”Let’s see…”
”Eek!”
He gently lifted the fabric, revealing her glowing skin.
At the center, a blue ornament adorned her delicate n*pple.
She had hidden it flawlessly while dancing—the audience had seen nothing.
”What about here?”
”No! Not in a place like this!”
Ignoring her protests, he gently lifted her skirt, revealing her flushed skin.
Her intimate area glistened with arousal.
”You’re so responsive,” he observed.
The excitement came from performing so provocatively before the audience.
Had they delayed, the patrons might have noticed.
”Were you aroused by being watched?”
”N-no…”
”You enjoy being seen, don’t you?”
”Ugh…”
Indeed, she had a playful side, enjoying the attention.
He gently lifted her chin and kissed her.
Their lips met, her breath escaping in soft sighs.
He savored her gentle kiss.
Slipping his hand inside her skirt, he touched her sensitive area.
”Ah…ngh…haaah…”
She trembled as he caressed her, the tiny decorations giving off a soft melody with each movement.
”Taro… I might not make it… let’s go back…” she pleaded.
The expression sent shivers down him.
She wanted to continue in a more private setting, he realized.
But he ignored her intention, revealing his desire.
”Eh? Here!?”
Korukona gasped, panic in her voice.
Even in a secluded alley, someone could be watching.
”No one will see if you stay quiet,” he said.
”S-Stop…”
He gently pressed her against the wall, lifting her skirt to reveal her smooth skin.
Her intimate area glistened with anticipation.
”No, stop!”
Ignoring her words, he gently pressed against her, and she responded, instinctively drawing him closer.
”I’m going to join you.”
From behind, he slowly entered her.
”Ah… it’s happening… here…!”
Fully connected, he reached her deepest point.
Jingle.
She gasped.
He withdrew slowly and repeated the motion.
Each time, her soft breath escaped her lips.
”Haa… nn, ngh…”
She struggled to contain her sighs, which fueled his desire.
He began moving with purpose.
Soft, intimate sounds echoed through the alley.
Her body enveloped him, intensifying the sensation.
”No… if you continue…”
”You wouldn’t feel fulfilled if I didn’t, right?”
”Eek!”
He moved with her without hesitation.
Her figure moved with each touch, the decorations jingling in rhythm.
Each movement sent a wave of sensation, the decorations chiming.
”Mm… mm… nnk…”
Even as she tried to hold her voice, the decorations continued their soft melody.
Then a voice rang out.
”Do you hear something?”
”A decoration?”
A passerby. Someone was close.
”Eek!”
Korukona gasped, tightening around him instinctively.
”Hey, do you hear that sound?”
”Probably some couple…”
”Really? Where?”
The voices drew nearer, and she trembled, glancing at him with desperate eyes.
—Stop. Let’s go back.
She protested with her expression, but her body refused to let go.
He intensified his movements, imagining drawing out every sensation.
”Fah… nn! Fghh…”
Her sighs spurred him further. He was nearing the peak.
”I’m about to share my essence,” he whispered into her ear.
”No, if you do it now, I’m going to—!”
”Go ahead, I’m ready.”
The tightening of her body sent waves of pleasure through him.
”Ugh!!”
”Ahh!”
A rush of warmth pulsed from him, filling her completely.
”Ahh—!!”
The sensation of being filled made her reach her peak too.
Korukona trembled violently, shuddering as her body arched upward.
At that moment, the decorations jingled.
Attached to her and her intimate area, the tiny ornaments rang softly, announcing her release.
”Huh? Sighing?”
”She’s definitely around here.”
Voices came from outside.
”No, don’t look…”
Korukona’s body shook from the aftershocks of her release.
Footsteps drew closer.
Her body clenched.
Then a new voice shouted.
”Hey! What are you doing there?!”
”Shit, it’s the guards.”
The sound of retreating and approaching feet made him realize the situation was serious.
He didn’t know the exact rules here, but this probably wasn’t advisable.
He tried to withdraw.
But he couldn’t.
”Ah, ah, ahh!”
Her body refused to let go, holding him tightly. She clearly enjoyed this situation too much.
He had no choice but to lift Korukona.
From behind, he supported her, positioning her gently.
”Ahh!?”
They moved while still connected, the soft jingling of the decorations and the sensation between them echoing.
Naturally, he continued to move with her.
”Oooh!?”
Her cries were passionate.
Moving caused a continuous rhythm, sending waves of sensation into her.
”Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”
While moving, Korukona reached her peak again and again, her body responding each time.
Her decorations on her and her intimate area kept ringing softly.
The jingling mixed with her sighs, making it difficult to evade the guards.
Her outfit had ridden up completely.
A passerby might have seen them, but hopefully not his face.
Finally, they found a moment to slip into a private entrance and rushed inside.
The city’s noise faded, leaving a quiet, safe space.
”Ahhh…”
By then, she had lost consciousness.
Her eyes rolled back, a soft smile on her face.
Her body, repeatedly filled while moving, was relaxed, and her expression seemed peaceful.
”You’ve got to be crazy.”
Yomi’s cold gaze stabbed me as I entered, still connected to the cat-eared girl.
Yes. I knew I’d done something foolish.
But it felt incredible.
I wanted to do it again.
Notes:
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
• Brownie – A little sailor fairy.
• Rozmiaque – High-ranking elf investigating large-scale Spirit Magic usage. Condescending, believes a High Elf is involved. Uses 6-letter Spirit Magic to trap targets. Displays contempt for half-elves and humans. Aggressive interrogator, possibly capable of sensing hidden information.
• Quatro – Male. A young boy, the son of a council member of Latipak. His appearance is androgynous and delicate, wearing butler-style clothes. He was rescued by Ore and now spreads the ‘Room of Love’ teachings, believing Ore to be a divine figure. He is charismatic and speaks with regal dignity.
• Latipak – A small independent state centered around its port town. Located in a strategic trade hub, it maintains neutrality despite being surrounded by large nations and Demon Race territories. It is a bustling city where humans, elves, dwarfs, and Demon Race people coexist. Known for its vibrant streets, diverse languages, and lively atmosphere.
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