Volume 1 Chapter 23 Rite of Passage*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The discussion regarding the next Village Head had concluded, and just as the banquet began to wind down, an emergency session of the Elders’ Council was called to order. The agenda was urgent: the village needed a strategy to deal with the intelligence Hans-niisan had brought back from the city of Obernbach. War had broken out in the southeastern reaches of the Western Continent, and a massive wave of refugees was already surging toward our borders.
The conflict was two-pronged. First, a Martyr Army¹ seeking to reclaim holy lands occupied by the Turkic Empire of the Scripture Church had launched a desperate strike against Byzantium, the very heart of Jesus Orthodoxy.
Simultaneously, the Turkic Empire had crossed the straits south of Byzantium to invade the Harmonia Peninsula. The human fallout was the real threat; refugees from Byzantium had already reached Obernbach by sea, while the displaced masses from Harmonia were reportedly turning into violent mobs as they push through Pannonia. Despite the looming chaos, Bours-san insisted that the upcoming expedition to Kiridal would proceed as scheduled.
”Well, it’s fresh intel regardless,” Hans-niisan said. “Granny, can you take me to Obernbach on Carpaccio early tomorrow morning?”
The blacksmith let out a raspy chuckle. “Ho ho! Perhaps I’ll tag along too. I’d like to hear the news from my son’s perspective.”
”Please, take us with you as well,” a voice interrupted. It was Ursula Ullman, the wife of our local, problematic Pastor.
Hans-niisan scoffed, looking her up and down. “Hah? And why the hell should I do that?”
”My work here is finished,” Ursula-san replied, her posture perfect despite the tension. “I have no reason to stay.”
”Fine. It’ll cost you one gold coin,” Hans-niisan barked. Ursula-san blinked in disbelief, asking why the price was so steep. “It’s monster season, lady. That covers your escort and the carriage fare. If you don’t like it, find another ride.”
It was blatant highway robbery, but my brother didn’t care for her complaints. He immediately pivoted the conversation to the formation of a local militia. One elder lamented that Bours-san would be away for the war, but the consensus was clear: the village would have to rely on Al and Hans. Knowing there was no one else capable, Hans-niisan accepted the responsibility with a heavy, reluctant grunt.
The conversation turned to the livestock. It was November—the Slaughter Month². Normally, the village would gather the animals for sale in Obernbach, but the refugee crisis had skewed the timing. “We go early,” Hans-niisan decided. “If we round them up tomorrow, we can have them at market by the day after. We’ll get a premium price before the refugees arrive and crash the market. The other villages will still be sitting on their hands, waiting to see which way the wind blows.”
The council members agreed, and we spent the next several hours briefing the villagers. My Sister-in-law announced she was heading back early and slipped away. By the time we finished, the night was old and deep. As I prepared to leave, I saw Ursula-san was still there, waiting in the shadows.
”You again? Look, what are you even going back for?” Hans said.
”To serve Camilla-sama, as I always have,” Ursula-san replied.
”And that’s enough for you? Become my woman. Bear my children,” Hans said. The words hit like a physical blow. Hans was being utterly outrageous. I caught Al’s eye nearby; he just gave a small, weary shake of his head.
”Stop this nonsense!” Ursula-san snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “I am twenty-eight years old. I am eleven years your senior. Stop mocking me!”
”What’s eleven years? I’m currently sleeping with a woman two hundred years older than me. Right, Granny?” Hans countered. The woman he called “Granny”—an Elf who looked to be in her early thirties—gave him a look of pure disgust. “The hell I don’t know how to talk to a lady. This woman is a virgin. I’d bet my life on it. Even as a maid in Klaus’s house, that jealous bitch Camilla would never have let her get touched. You’re scared, aren’t you, Ursula? Scared of dying an empty vessel without ever knowing the touch of a man.”
It was a nightmare of a “proposal,” yet when Ursula-san turned to storm off, Hans grabbed her arm. “I’m serious,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “I like smart women. I want you. Bear my children.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.
”Hans, don’t torment the poor girl,” Granny Ferris warned.
”I’m not tormenting her. I’m courting her,” Hans replied. Al had clearly seen enough and headed home with his new bride. Even Granny just sighed and looked at the stars. Ursula-san’s voice lost its edge, sounding small and fragile as she whispered, “I’m just… an old woman to you.”
”I already told you—that doesn’t mean a damn thing,” Hans said. They stood there, locked in each other’s gaze, before suddenly leaning in and pressing their lips together.
(Wow, Ursula-san. You were that easy?)
I started toward the house, wanting to be anywhere else. “Granny! One room, breakfast included!” Hans shouted. After a brief haggle over silver coins, he reached into the amulet bag I’d carried for years—a memento from my father that I’d given him for emergencies. He was using a family heirloom to pay for a room to deflower the priest’s wife.
”Brother, that was mine—” I started, but he cut me off with a grin.
”Yeah, thanks for the assist, little bro! I can’t do this while listening to your pathetic, lewd gasping through the wall. Besides, it’s her first time. I want to do this right. Try to come back from the war in one piece!”
* * *
After that, I entered our house to find Sister-in-law waiting at the table. She offered me a bowl of soup. Floating among the vegetables were white, circular slices of organ meat. My pulse spiked. I had a very strong suspicion: these were pig testicles. The moment I swallowed, I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye.
”Well then… shall we head upstairs? Could you carry the magic lamps for me?” she asked.
”Y-yeth!” I stammered. My brain was melting. As we climbed the stairs, I found myself staring at her slender ankles and the rhythmic sway of her backside. She led me into the master bedroom—a place I was strictly forbidden from entering. She stood by the bed and held out both hands. “We won’t be able to do this for a while once you leave. Shall we do a little Kumite³ first?”
She was suggesting a mana-circulation exercise. Up close, her skin was flawless. When our hands met, our fingers interlaced as if we were finally breathing as one. “Go slowly, please… you can channel so much more mana than I can now,” she whispered.
She didn’t call me Larry-san. She called me Anata—Dear. My young body was already screaming its response. I began to flow a steady stream of mana into her delicate palm. I could feel her. Truly feel her.
(Sister-in-law…)
I called out to her in my mind, but the telepathic link remained silent. Even when I tried to touch her consciousness, I felt nothing. As the old woman said, a consciousness with such low Mana⁴ is likely too fragile to reach.
”Larry, a little slower…”
”I’m sorry.”
I had been distracted, letting too much Mana flow into her. A thin sheen of sweat stood out on my sister-in-law’s forehead.
”Are you all right?”
”I’m… still okay.”
She answered that way, but I could feel her breathing quicken. Still, I slowly increased the volume of the flow.
”Ah… nnngh…”
Her mouth parted slightly, and a voice with a distinctly sensual ring escaped her lips. When I tried to dial back the flow of Mana, she reached out, demanding more, telling me she could handle it.
”Ah… hah…”
There was that voice again. Her breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the heat of her exhaled breath against my skin. Her voice was beginning to melt into the sound of her gasping. It felt as if we were in the very heat of a sexual act. Stimulated by her cries, my own desires became a runaway train. The moment I moved to press my lips against hers…
Larry woke up.
(No way. That’s just cruel. This has to be the ultimate ‘blue balls’ moment of a lifetime. Wait… something is wrong.)
After pressing his lips against hers once, Larry—or the body I was inhabiting—suddenly dumped every drop of Mana he possessed into her. The sheer intensity of the shock caused her hips to buckle, nearly sending her into unconsciousness. Without missing a beat, Larry pinned her to the bed, mounting her. He began fondling her breasts and roving over her body with frantic hands before violently stripping off her one-piece dress. Buttons scattered across the floor like hail; he was stripping her so roughly I feared he would tear her lingerie to shreds.
”Larry, please… be gentle…”
(She’s right. Even if it’s his first time, he’s completely lost it. Hey, hey, hey! Now he’s burying his face between her legs, using his tongue to find her clitoris!)
”Please… stop…”
(What is with this kid? Has he watched too many porn videos?)
She grabbed his head with both hands, trying to pull him away, but Larry was stone-deaf to her pleas. It didn’t stop there. He pulled his face away from her crotch, shifted his position, and grabbed her head, forcing it down toward his own lap. (He’s overdoing it from the start!) He shoved his thumb between her lips to force her mouth open, clearly intent on oral s*x, but she was resisting him with everything she had.
(That’s too much, no matter how you look at it. And besides, how does a virgin like Larry even know how to…? Wait… is he ‘citing’ my own memories? Hey, hey, hey! That stuff is R18; that’s not something a fourteen-year-old like you should be looking at!)
Larry’s movements seemed to falter for a moment after her rejection. But finally, he forced her legs apart, sliding his body between them to finalize the act.
”Please… it’s been so long… go slow…”
However, contrary to her voice, her body was more than ready. When the virgin Larry positioned himself and pushed forward, he slid inside with surprising ease.
”Ahhh!”
It wasn’t a cry of disgust. It was quite the opposite.
”Ah! Ahhh!”
It sounds like a bad joke, but that was it. The whole thing was over as fast as a punchline in a four-panel comic strip. Larry had achieved his first e**culation—his ‘Rite of Passage’—but it felt bizarre. He didn’t seem to be conscious; he was acting as if he were half-asleep. In fact, the moment it was over, he collapsed face-down and blacked out. It was as if he’d been drugged.
(Drugged. Could it be that ‘confession agent’⁵ she gave him yesterday?)
Just as that realization hit me, the ‘pilot’s seat’ of the body suddenly snapped back to my control.
(Great. What am I supposed to do with this situation? There is zero chance I’m getting any sleep now. Absolutely.)
I looked at Henrietta. She had her back turned to me, her spine curved as she cleaned herself up. I felt a sudden, powerful impulse to wrap my arms around her from behind. Even though Larry looks like a child, the man inside him was struggling. I decided to settle for admiring her from behind for a moment.
Her waist was narrow and firm, with no hint of sag. Her back was smooth and glowing, the delicate lines of her spine and shoulder blades shifting as she moved. From the side, I could catch glimpses of her breasts, modest yet undeniably there.
(How long has it been since I’ve shared an atmosphere like this with a woman?)
”Were you awake?”
It was her voice, but for a second, I felt like I’d heard those exact words before. I barely managed to swallow a name that almost escaped my lips.
”Did you say something?”
”No. More than that… I’m sorry.”
”For what?”
”I lost sight of myself for a bit.”
I have to clean up the aftermath of Larry’s actions.
”I was a little surprised,” she said, “but it’s okay.”
She laid down parallel to me, facing me. As she turned, the weight of her breasts shifted with gravity. Perhaps feeling self-conscious, she pulled the blanket up to hide her chest. I propped myself up on my hands, bringing my face close to hers. Her initial smile faded into a look of serious intensity. When our lips met, she clung to me.
I learned the taste of breast milk for the first time. Or rather, a long time ago… actually, never mind. It’s too complicated to explain. What I discovered during this second round was that her uterus had actually descended. It was something I’d only ever heard of in smutty manga, but these two sessions provided all the proof I needed. When we were finally finished, I held her from behind, burying her face in her hair.
Suddenly, something snagged on my train of thought. (This is weird.) I could feel her presence—it was much stronger than when we had ‘sparred’ earlier. I reached out tentatively to that presence, and a wave of pure emotion washed over me. It was undeniable: she truly loved Larry. That feeling was so strong it was overwhelming.
However, her presence was slowly beginning to fade again. Her Mana was evaporating, scattering into the air. Soon, she would fade back into that faint glimmer I’d felt during our sparring match. Without thinking, I began to pour Mana into her through the palm of my hand resting against her skin.
”Ah…”
A small gasp escaped her, and the emotion radiating from her shifted from ‘love’ to ‘expectation.’ I shifted my right hand to just below her left collarbone and let more Mana flow.
”No… don’t be a tease,” she murmured.
Despite her words, the feeling of ‘expectation’ in her soul was ballooning. I moved my hand down, cupping her left breast as I increased the flow.
”I said no…”
She said it, but she didn’t pull away. I pushed the flow a little harder. Her reaction was instantaneous.
”Stop… not that…”
When I pinched her n**ple, she gave a verbal rejection. I started with just a tiny bit of Mana from my fingertips into the n**ple, and that voice of hers grew louder.
Then, I began to cycle the Mana from my thumb to my index finger, like I was charging a piece of Amber⁶. Henrietta held her breath, desperately trying to endure the sensation. Her consciousness was a pulsing rhythm of joy and anticipation. I gripped both of her breasts from behind.
”Larry, please… I have a favor to ask. Can you wait just a moment?” she pleaded between ragged breaths.
When I let go, she pulled the blanket around herself and sat up on the edge of the bed.
”Nico, take the children to the other room.”
* * *
A short while later, for the first time, I was truly alone in the room with her. In the silence, Henrietta looked at me and threw her arms around me. She pulled me in so tightly against her lush chest that I could hardly breathe. I hugged her back, pouring Mana through my palms.
That alone was enough to make her voice break; just shifting my hands made her whole body quiver. As we held and explored each other, I kept the Mana moving—flowing from my left hand to my right, then back again.
Every time the energy surged, she let out an embarrassing sound, leaning in to kiss me as if trying to cool the heat of her own excitement. Her mind was a whirlwind of joy and growing desire.
To answer it, I let my fingers wander down to her crotch. As I slipped inside, the slickness was so intense it ran all the way down my arm to my elbow. Finally, using my wet fingers, I pinched the clitoris that Larry’s ‘autopilot’ had teased earlier.
”Noooo!”
Her mind screamed the opposite of her words. And then, for the first time, a name echoed from her heart to mine. Henrietta. At that exact moment, I flooded her core with a massive surge of Mana. Her pale body buckled, her hips pulsing with violent convulsions. Her eyes lost focus, her mouth falling open as she drifted away.
I knew I’d overdone it, but the sight of her was incredibly arousing. I couldn’t wait for the tremors to stop. I pinned her down, her hips still twitching uncontrollably, and let my own desires take over as I forced myself back inside her. She seemed barely conscious, her eyes vacant, but I couldn’t stop. I moved with a primal intensity until I finally reached the end.
* * *
When I finally came to, Henrietta was lying next to me, awake and watching me.
”Ah… I’m sorry,” I stammered.
”It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. But tell me, Larry… were you reading my heart?”
The directness of the question caught me off guard.
”I thought so,” she said with a soft smile. “You couldn’t have done… all that… if you hadn’t known.”
”I’m sorry.”
”You must be disgusted now. Thinking I’m some kind of lewd woman.”
I shook my head vigorously. Not a chance.
”Tell me… when you come back, will you hold me again?”
”Of course I will.”
I answered with total confidence, but then reality started to sink in. Once Larry truly wakes up, and Henrietta is supposed to be the wife of my uncle’s second son… I might have just signed up for a very complicated future. Oh well. Whatever happens, happens.
”Well then, we’d better start getting ready.”
The rooster’s crow echoed in the distance. With Henrietta’s help, I got dressed, used the restroom, and washed my face. Then came breakfast. Henrietta, Nico, Lyrica, and Maria were all busy with the baskets.
Herta served the food. If Hans were here, the whole family would be together, but even so, it felt like our usual lively morning. As I gathered my gear—the change of clothes, my canteen, and my combat sandals—Yutia was waiting for me at the door. She handed me a ring made of braided hair.
”This is a charm from Teressa-sama and Yutia and me. It will definitely keep you safe, Larry,” Nico said firmly.
”Thanks.”
I took it and tucked it into my inner jacket pocket.
”Good luck in the battle, young master,” Herta said, tears streaming down her face. Now she’s going to make everyone else start crying too. Besides, there’s no way I’m dying out there. I have to get back. I have to hold Henrietta again, and Nico, and Yutia. It’s an impure motivation, sure, but I’ll use every bit of it to stay alive.
”I’m off!”
Since I still looked like a kid, I gave them a big, energetic wave and stepped out the front door.
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Summary:
The village leaders scramble to respond to a massive refugee crisis and impending war. Amidst this tension, Hans aggressively ‘proposes’ to the Pastor’s wife, Ursula, successfully seducing her. Meanwhile, Larry returns home to a high-tension encounter with his Sister-in-law, involving a cryptic ‘strength-building’ meal and a mana-circulating ritual in the master bedroom.
Following a drug-induced sexual encounter where Larry’s body acted on ‘autopilot’ using the narrator’s suppressed adult memories, the narrator regains control. He engages in a second, more conscious act with Henrietta, utilizing Mana manipulation to heighten her sensations. The chapter concludes with Larry departing for the battle at Vod Fortress, carrying charms from the women of the village.
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Trivia:
- Hans is already sleeping with the elf Granny Ferris, who is over 200 years old.
- November is referred to as ‘Slaughter Month’ because it’s when livestock are gathered for market before winter.
- Hans used Larry’s father’s heirloom amulet bag to pay for the inn room.
- The Sister-in-law served Larry pig testicles, a classic aphrodisiac/stamina food.
- Henrietta used a ‘Confession Agent’ (自白剤) on Larry the previous night, which triggered his animalistic behavior.
- Larry’s Mana manipulation allows him to sense the true emotions/intentions of those he touches.
- The term ‘Kumite’ refers to a previous magic-sparring session mentioned as a baseline for presence-sensing.
- The charm Larry receives is made from the hair of Teressa, Nico, and Yutia.
- Larry is technically fourteen years old in this world
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Character Insight:
Hans shows his ruthless pragmatism, seeing the refugee crisis as a market opportunity and Ursula as a woman to be ‘taken’ before he goes to war. Larry’s Sister-in-law is moving from a guardian role into something far more intimate, signaled by her usage of ‘Anata’.
Henrietta demonstrates a manipulative yet desperate love, while the narrator struggles with his dual identity as an ‘old man’ in a child’s body, ultimately choosing to embrace his lust as a survival motivation.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘ahe-ahe’ comment by Hans confirms his crude awareness of Larry’s bedroom sounds, highlighting the lack of privacy in the household.
The author uses specific R18 tropes (descended uterus, breast milk taste) to signal a transition from a standard fantasy to an adult-oriented plotline.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Hans – Larry, the rugged, wild‑eyed ‘Mad Dog’ of Strock Village, is the second son of the Fee family, a chronic alcoholic with assault and extortion convictions. As the older brother and heir to the Kessler estate he abandons his duties, returning to crash a ceremony. His brother is aggressive, decisive, pragmatic, known for strength and violence, and refuses the headship.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, he is a former captain turned militia instructor, stern‑tempered, training village youth in archer precision, tactical Heal magic, orc‑hunting and wilderness survival. Married to Sheeta‑san, father of a son in the Imperial border division, now heading for conscription; veteran of the Western Front and member of the Elders’ Council.
• Pastor – A religious figure and likely spy for Aunt Camilla, formerly an exiled clergyman from Besanburg, now stationed on the frontier; his worn cassock bears faint embroidery of the Camilla sigil, and his guarded demeanor and frequent private correspondence suggest loyalties beyond his clerical role, with villagers wary of his quiet influence and unexplained visits from masked messengers.
• Ursula – Wife of Pastor. A maid serving Camilla-sama. Highly composed and knowledgeable about the political landscape. Wife of the local Pastor, twenty-eight years old, described as a virgin. Full name Ursula Ullman.
• Al – Alberto, a massive red‑haired man recently married to Mary, just finished his village wedding. He is a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and gather elders as a villager and leader working alongside him.
• Klaus – Larry’s maternal uncle, head of the Thalbach family and a vassal to Viscount Bizan. He dislikes Larry and Hans. He is described as a thin, grumpy-looking man, wears a light grey cloak and a black hat with gold ornaments signifying his rank in a Viscount’s house.
• Ferris – Granny, an ageless elf who appears as a 30‑year‑old but is centuries old, runs the village pharmacy with deep magic and elf‑style healing. She claims to have known Larry’s grandfather, speaks bluntly, and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry.
• Larry – Fourteen‑year‑old third son of the Strock headman, with reddish‑white skin, bronze eyes and curly bronze hair, now hosts a 40‑year‑old former middle manager’s consciousness. He carries faint Showa memories, minor fire magic, medical/scientific know‑how, and a backup‑heir mindset. He hides his talent, does chores, dreads conscription, silently admires his sister‑in‑law, and trains for militia and magic school to become Village Head, while a modern Japanese persona drives him toward war and self‑closure.
• Henrietta – The protagonist’s sister-in-law. She possesses a deep affection for Larry and used a confession agent on him.
• Nico – Silver‑haired, stern yet protective lady’s maid, once head servant under a faded‑livery mentor, now lives with Larry’s family as a sister‑in‑law figure. She scolds Larry bluntly but quietly supports neighbors, avoids chores by cleaning gear, was a childhood acquaintance of high social grace, once met Camilla, was called “the hole” in gambling, and after recent events carries a subdued air while playing violin gallantly on stage. She, a village girl close to Larry, recently completed a coming‑of‑age ceremony (she/her)
• Lyrica – Larry’s niece, a toddler under three, appears innocent but harbors a demonic edge; she bluntly repeats scandalous gossip she overhears, exposing adult secrets with childlike honesty.
• Maria – The three-month-old second daughter of Ifens and Therese.
• Herta – Head maid of the Village Head’s household, a slightly plump, voluptuous woman with a large chest, respected by staff and close to the family. She secretly loves Egil and treats Larry as kin, while also serving meals and offering emotional support.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly abnormal servant girl with a severe speech impediment and lingering fever scars, once Teressa’s maid, now feels emotional distance as Larry’s status rises. Yet she remains dexterous, quietly serving Larry’s household with loyalty despite isolation. A village girl who gives Larry a braided hair charm for battle, she eats at the manor and is intimidated by Hans.
• Teressa – Larry’s eldest sister‑in‑law, widow of former Village Head Iffens, now Village Head herself. Married at fifteen, mother of Lyrica and Maria. Blonde short hair, big‑chested, motherly aura, wool jacket over blouse with a button almost split. Sharp, mischievous, big‑sisterly manager of household and village reports; reacts with physical shock to Lyrica’s revelations. Air‑headed yet hides a sharp, terrifying edge; a quasi‑noble with an alluring, keen mind.
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