Volume 1 Chapter 42 Lieutenant Louise’s Agony, Part ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Long ago, the Roman Barony lay beneath glaciers thousands of meters thick. The earth was crushed under that immense weight, its rich topsoil scraped away. Now that the ice has long since melted, the land remains a flat, barren expanse—a harsh place where survival is a constant struggle.
Wheat refuses to grow in the thin soil; the people harvest only meager amounts of rye and barley. The heart of the region’s industry is dairy farming, primarily sheep, making the Romans the very definition of “impoverished nobility.” However, following the guidance of the Fourth Sage, salt and sugar production had finally begun to take root as viable industries.
Although the local economy was seeing a slight upturn, the Roman family was still far from escaping their poverty when Louise was born in the spring of the year 3973 of the Continental Calendar. Her father was the spitting image of a man going nowhere. His skin was rough, his eyes small and sunken, and the red hair that had been thinning since his youth was almost entirely gone from his crown by the time his daughter arrived.
Louise’s grandfather, desperate to improve the family’s standing, had begged their patrons—the Holstein Earls—to let his unremarkable son marry their third daughter, a woman famed for her beauty. He was flatly rejected. In her place, they suggested the second daughter of the Marquis Sabaski, a divorcee who was said to be good-looking, if nothing else.
Though the Sabaski house had produced the Fourth Sage, they were located near the Western Front and had been crippled by floods and epidemics. Despite the gap in status, the “returned” second daughter had nowhere else to go, and she entered the Roman house without objection.
The grandfather’s eye for genetics proved correct. The two sons and the eldest daughter took after their mother—blonde and striking.
The eldest daughter, in particular, was so breathtakingly beautiful that even as a young girl, she was famous throughout the northern Schweilitz region. Her reputation alone elevated the Roman name.
Louise was born three years after her sister, during the spring thaw. Behind her back, she was whispered to be a “failed product”—a girl who inherited her father’s face and nothing from her mother but her excessive height. When she stood with her siblings, the gazes directed at her were cold and biting.
Sensing this from a young age, Louise withdrew into herself, becoming a silent, gloomy shadow of a girl.
Yet, in defiance of her shrinking personality, her body continued to grow. By seven, she had surpassed her eldest brother. A year later, she was taller than her mother.
Larger than anyone else in the household, the servants began to whisper that she carried the blood of a troll—a man-eating giant. By the time she stood taller than the soldiers guarding the gates, her uncle, the Fourth Sage Sabaski Autumn, came to visit.
He was returning from an expedition to the Western Continent and had stopped at Hirtschal Port to wait out a storm. It was there he encountered Louise, whom her father had dragged along on a tour of the territory.
”Louise, come now. Greet your uncle,” her father said.
Under her father’s thumb, she straightened her hunched back and performed a stiff, formal curtsy.
”Well, that was very polite,” Sabaski Autumn replied. He returned the greeting with the formal grace of a noble man. It wasn’t a dismissive gesture; the fact that he treated a homely failure like her with genuine respect made her heart swell. “You’re quite large, aren’t you? Ten years old, if I recall?”
”She’ll be ten this coming spring,” her father answered.
Her affection for her uncle dipped as he brought up her height, and he continued to rake her over the coals with a smile, mentioning how much she resembled her father.
”Come here a moment,” Sabaski Autumn beckoned. In his other hand, he held a brightly colored pouch. “A souvenir for you.”
He offered her a colorful little bag woven from linen—an amulet carried by the girls in the lands he had explored. As she reached for it, her hand brushed against his.
”Oh?” His jovial smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, piercing look.
”Is something the matter?” her father asked.
”Can Louise handle Mana¹?”
”No, I’ve never had her tested.”
”You should have her looked at properly,” Sabaski Autumn said. “Once I’m home, I’ll tell the old man to send a Mage tutor to your estate.”
The amulet he gave her was immediately snatched by her older sister when they returned home. Louise managed to save the seeds that had been inside and buried them in the backyard. In the spring, strange, fuzzy plants unlike anything she’d ever seen sprouted, but the gardener dug them up and threw them away, calling them “creepy.”
At the start of summer, her tutor arrived: Neumul Erna, who would later become her colleague. Erna was a research student from the magic school in the Sabaski capital. She had taken the job—a grueling week-long trip every two months—only because she was a commoner with a penchant for expensive gold jewelry and had run out of money. The moment she arrived, she initiated sparring. They stood palm-to-palm, hands alternating up and down.
(Can you hear my voice?)
The voice rang in Louise’s head via Telepathy². The subsequent appraisal revealed that Louise was not only capable of Simple-type magic³ but possessed the rare aptitude for Complex-type magic⁴ as well.
Ironically, her beautiful siblings had no such talent. Being an ugly girl with the gift of a Mage only served to isolate her further. At thirteen, she fled her home to enroll in the magic school.
But the scenery didn’t change. She was just a mountain of a woman with a rugged face. The other students laughed, saying if it weren’t for her breasts, they’d mistake her for a man. The culture at the magic school was hedonistic and open.
Because everyone could read each other’s intent, hookups were instantaneous and infidelities were caught immediately. The transparency of their desires led to a wild variety of acts—group sessions, same-s*x encounters, and uninhibited orgies were the norm. None of that touched Louise. Though she received offers, the walls around her heart were too high.
She graduated at the top of the Simple-type Magic Department. Following Erna’s lead, she enlisted in the 101st Golem Battalion. Her massive Mana reserves and silent, diligent nature caught the eye of the commander, Major Sonya.
Sonya’s methods of grooming subordinates were abrasive and intense, but Louise endured. When Louise was promoted to Corporal, the Major demanded her body, and Louise surrendered it. In truth, Louise had been longing for it; the Major had simply been waiting for the promotion to make it official.
It was her first time, and with both of them being Mages, the physical connection was overwhelming. Louise became the Major’s prisoner almost instantly. Normally, the Major kept a mental fortress that no other Mage could pierce, but in bed, she would let the walls crumble just enough. Louise accepted every sadistic whim the Major had.
Years passed, and Louise rose to the rank of Lieutenant, becoming the Major’s right hand. With the Western Front constantly in flux, Louise was often tied to the battlefield while the Major was stuck in high-level military meetings. Their time together grew scarce.
However, when the Empire of Charle joined the Martyr Army to reclaim the Holy Land, a ceasefire was signed. The Western Front went silent. The garrison was halved, and as the companies rotated back to headquarters for training and leave, the two women finally found the time to share their skin again.
”You really should think about having children soon,” Sonya said.
Louise’s heart sank; she thought she was being discarded. But she was wrong. The Major, an Elf, would stay young and capable for centuries, but she knew Louise would eventually lose her edge on the front lines. Sonya insisted that life with children was fundamentally different. She even claimed she would have her own once she hit her hundredth birthday.
”I’d like to see you have two,” Sonya continued, as if discussing a pet.
”Then I suppose I’ll have to find plenty of men to provide the seed,” Louise replied apathetically.
”No, you’re too devoted for that. One man is enough. We’ll find you a proper husband.”
”Me? Married?” The thought was absurd. Who would want a woman like her? And did this mean the Major was leaving her?
”Don’t worry, I have no intention of letting you go,” Sonya said. “We’ll just find a man who isn’t intimidated by the idea of ‘handling’ you.”
Intimidated? Louise winced. She knew she was a giant, and not a pretty one. The Major could be so cruel.
”Besides, we need someone with high Mana. That way, your children will be set for life.”
”Does such a man even exist?”
”We’ll find him. Besides… you’ve always had a thing for younger types, haven’t you? Boys. Children.”
(Yes… I suppose I have,)
Louise answered in her mind.
”Real children would be too terrified of you, so you’ll have to settle for a teenager,” Sonya laughed.
Louise didn’t care for the arrogance of teenage boys, but she found the idea of an unformed, innocent body deeply appealing. Just as men lusted after young virgins, she wanted a virgin.
”My, look at you getting greedy,” Sonya teased.
”It’s only fair. I’ve never even been with a man.”
The small-framed Major climbed on top of her, her weight focused. “You say that with such a straight face, even though my entire arm can fit inside you. Is it this mouth that’s lying? Or this one?”
The Major slid her middle and ring fingers into Louise’s slicking heat, while her thumb clamped down hard on her clitoris. Louise opened her mouth to scream, but Sonya’s lips sealed hers. The Major’s saliva and tongue invaded her mouth, and Louise instinctively pulled the smaller woman into a crushing embrace.
”I… can’t… breathe…” Sonya gasped, breaking the kiss.
The rejection stung. Sonya forced Louise’s arms over her head and used a discarded chemise to tie her wrists to the bedframe. Louise wouldn’t have fought her anyway, but the bondage was part of the game. The Major straddled her waist, looking down with a predatory, triumphant smirk.
What are you going to do to me?
The anticipation was agonizing. True to form, Sonya grabbed both of Louise’s breasts and squeezed with all her might.
”Ah… hngh…!”
”What was that? Trying to act cute for me?”
Then came the surge. Sonya flooded Louise’s body with a massive, violent burst of Mana. A sharp, electric pain radiated from her breasts through her lungs and heart, spreading to her very fingertips.
As Louise thrashed and gasped for air, her mouth hanging open, the Major pinched her n**ples hard. A torrent of Mana surged from the left n**ple to the right, causing Louise’s heart to seize and her breath to stop entirely.
Eventually, Mana slipped from the Major’s left hand. A tingling pleasure washed over her, leaving a faint ache in her n**ples.
Then it came from right to left.
”More.”
Yes, she wanted more.
She wanted the Major’s Mana to wreck her completely.
”I see.”
Wearing a sadistic smile, the Major rose on his knees, straddling her, and slid his index finger swiftly from her left flank toward her groin.
Intense Mana surged. A slashing pain shot through her and stole her breath.
Twisting in agony and crying out, she saw the Major watching her with laughter in his eyes.
”You perverted woman.”
Even as the words toyed with her, the pain spread, pulsing into an itchy afterglow that slowly faded.
Next, his finger crawled from her left armpit to her still-throbbing n**ple.
”Ahhh— when—”
The rush of Mana after the pain, the thrill that came from screaming — she had grown addicted to it.
Knowing this, the Major targeted the spots where sensation lingered longest: her armpits, flanks, and inner thighs.
Under the assault, she remained helplessly posed with arms raised, writhing like a worm and mewling like a kitten.
The next morning, she woke to find the Major using her legs as a body pillow.
”It’s morning.”
The Major was never good at waking up, but today they were heading for the Viscounty of Bizan.
She coaxed her up and helped her dress.
”Hey, Louise.”
”What is it?”
Over breakfast together, the Major asked if they could drop the battle cries.
”‘We who shall achieve victory’ and all that — doesn’t it embarrass you?”
”What are you saying? This is a venerable tradition passed down through three generations of Commanders.”
When she had still been an ordinary Mage, the Lieutenant Commander of the time had drilled her relentlessly on the etiquette and necessity of battle cries, along with saluting superiors, proper speech, and daily appearance. When she herself became a Lieutenant Commander, she had used corporal punishment without mercy to instill the same discipline in her subordinates.
”Hmm, I’m just not good with that stuff. I only do it because you insist, but can we stop the chants?”
”No.”
She was often called inflexible, but she firmly believed a free-spirited Major like him needed someone rigid like her at his side.
”You’re so loose in bed, yet you turn into a stickler the moment work’s involved?”
It was none of his business, but for someone like her — plagued by inferiority and poor at socializing — clear rules and regulations felt like safety. Follow them and no one could complain. Deviate and she could call it out.
No matter how much anyone looked down on her, stating “The regulations say this” or “The law states that” made them back down. It might look rigid, but it was how the weak survived.
After the meal, they boarded the ships in sequence. One vessel per platoon for eight boats, plus two more for supplies and provisions. The Commander and her squad shared one.
They would disembark at Besanburg, then she and the Commander would transfer and head for Obernbach.
Why separate from the two companies? The Golem unit assigned to the chevauchée force entering Kiridal from Obernbach was purely for city defense and had no training in open-field combat or sieges. Only the Major and she could support such liabilities in battle.
Additionally, with one of them present, nobles backing the Eastern Palace (tied to Kiridal) would be less likely to act openly.
In truth, after recapturing Vod Fortress, His Majesty the King planned to lead one-third of the national army into Kiridal. It seemed he intended to put the Crown Prince in his place, if not conduct a full purge.
For her, accompanying the Major was ideal. She felt downright giddy.
They reached Obernbach slightly behind schedule. Fighting had already started. Kiridal had carved a hidden route between the Linto base and Obernbach supply depot, cutting them apart.
Obernbach’s Golem unit had fought hard despite being unprepared. By the time they arrived, every Golem had stopped functioning, but the defenders had succeeded in repelling the enemy.
From then on, only their two Golems took part.
Good news arrived at the Linto base.
A boy who had just reached fourteen at his coming-of-age ceremony had joined the Militia. His Mage level was 3, and he might be the Fifth Sage.
”Louise, you did it.”
The Major was pleased, yet she felt a trace of unease.
A Medical Mage assistant had discovered him. He had suffered a head laceration in the battle two days prior; during treatment she had sensed he could handle Mana.
”I told him to come today.”
Chulpan, the only Medical Mage stationed at Linto, had brought the matter to the familiar Major.
While they waited in the examination room, a fourteen-year-old boy soldier with lingering childish features entered. Bronze hair, matching eyes, slightly ruddy skin — ordinary looking, but small for his age.
Prior information said he was not a DT, yet he appeared even younger than expected.
His attitude, however, was poor. He entered, observed them, and offered no salute.
”You there. Even as Militia operating under military command, you salute when entering a room with superiors.”
Her old habit surfaced. Worse, his salute was sloppy — elbow drooping, wrist bent.
”What? You can’t even manage a proper salute?”
Because he matched her tastes exactly, she came down harder than intended.
”Now now, Lieutenant, ease up. You’re Larry Fee, right?”
The Major tried to mediate, but it proved naïve.
After the handshake, he twisted the boy down and demanded the Reincarnated Person personality inside emerge.
She did not particularly mind dealing with the boy himself, but his attitude remained poor.
”That’s no way to speak to a superior.”
She nearly punched him, but spoke firmly instead.
”Louise, he’s only a fourteen-year-old Militia. Poor kid.”
”I’m sorry, Major.”
Thanks to the Major’s rebuke, she refrained from hitting the boy. At the same time, was she really about to take his first time? What should she do?
Right — anger was useless. She would follow her desires.
”Could it be the Lieutenant wants to play with this boy? What should we do?”
The Major stated the obvious, likely trying to make the boy understand his position.
”In that case, let’s strip him naked first, then decide.”
Her desire surged. She would toy with him.
”Ahhh, Louise likes them young, huh? Sure, sounds fun. Let’s do it. Work needs some playfulness.”
They tried persuading the boy to undress, but of course he refused to strip voluntarily before women whose eyes gleamed with lust. The Major also insisted on summoning the Reincarnated Person.
Negotiation failed. They caught the fleeing boy, drained Mana from his head until he lost consciousness, stripped him, and tied him to the bed.
Though inexperienced with men, she had seen male groins before — on corpses. On battlefields the dead were routinely stripped by enemies, allies, or peasants. She had grown tired of such sights.
But this was different. Sparse downy hair — by the time she was ten she had already developed a full adult bush. This fourteen-year-old had not yet left boyhood.
Below lay a living manhood. It twitched; the balls in the sack moved.
What now? Size was fine, but the thought of taking it inside made her cheeks burn.
The Major had successfully called forth the Reincarnated Person and was speaking with the boy through telepathy. The boy regained consciousness and realized he was naked and bound.
”He just twitched. He twitched.”
She did not understand, but the manhood danced.
”Louise is enjoying this, huh? Good. Poke it with your finger. It’ll move more.”
It felt embarrassing, yet she reached out.
Could they really proceed to the act of receiving his seed? The world was not so forgiving.
The Major lost control. He slid a finger into the boy’s anus, grasped the manhood, and poured Mana in. All the boy’s stored seed spilled out.
Medical Mage Chulpan declared they could go no further.
Major, what have you done?
She glared at the Major, who looked sullen, aware he had gone too far.
”Chulpan, if we pour Mana into the balls, won’t it produce more seed?”
The awkward suggestion proved disastrous. Mana made the testicles swell to the size of chicken eggs.
The boy ended up hospitalized in the field hospital until the night before departure. Naturally, she never received his seed.
She encountered the boy three more times afterward.
First at Owens Village. He had been gravely wounded protecting a comrade. If he died, so did his manhood. She begged the accompanying military Medical Mage Marianne for thorough healing.
Second at Garao Village. She had taken an arrow to the upper right chest and apparently suffered pneumothorax. Breathing was agony; she could not operate her Golem.
The situation was dire. The enemy, assuming no reinforcements, pressed slowly. Local mercenaries had joined them. One misstep could mean total annihilation.
The Major scattered the mercenaries with his Golem. The boy took control of a Golem for the frontal assault after only a brief lecture from the Major — an astonishing feat when most needed three days and she herself had required that long.
Later at Vod Fortress, the Eastern Palace faction tried to halt further advance, but His Majesty the King appeared, launching a thunderous offensive. Reinforcements arrived and they survived, though the boy was reported missing.
The third time was again at Vod Fortress. While discussing Golem repairs with her engineers in the hall, she saw the familiar boy standing with staff officer Major Sigmund.
Her master? She had not expected reunion, yet he had returned alive — and even agreed (somewhat forcefully) to share her bed.
Thinking of that night excited her. Not only her lower body but the boy himself had become her master.
However, the pair who had achieved this miraculous reunion received a bitter order: following His Majesty the King, they were to immediately seize the territory of Count Straba, who was attacking Obernbach.
She left Vod Fortress without even greeting her beloved.
Incidentally, the Major had led the Second Company to Obernbach to intercept Count Straba’s forces.
Taking the territorial capital’s castle was easy, but the many mountain forts made the aftermath grueling. They had to hunt down the Count’s scattered relatives one by one.
During that period, peace was concluded with the Kingdom of Kiridal. The Count’s lands were ceded to Schweilitz.
The region held many mountains and rich gold and silver mines — the source of the Count’s wealth. Even after takeover, his guards and Militia at the mines resisted, requiring time to subdue.
When her duties ended and she stopped at Vod Fortress, her husband was naturally gone.
Larry Fee.
They had barely spoken. Their time together had been short.
Yet at Vod Fortress he had agreed to sleep in the same room despite the terrible things she had done to him.
Even though she was such an unattractive, large woman.
She wanted to see him.
Before she knew it, her heart had been utterly claimed by him.
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Summary:
Louise grows up in a desolate barony, isolated by her height and masculine features until a chance meeting with her uncle reveals her rare magical aptitude.
Fleeing her family for magic school, she remains an outcast in a hedonistic environment until joining the Golem Battalion under Major Sonya.
Their relationship evolves into a dark, intimate dynamic fueled by power and mana manipulation as the Western Front enters a ceasefire
Louise endures Mana-fueled intimate torment by the Major then wakes to routine duties heading toward Viscounty of Bizan while separating forces for Obernbach operation.
Good news arrives with young Larry Fee joining as potential Fifth Sage leading to examination room confrontation and failed seed extraction due to Major’s overreach.
Louise later reunites with Larry at Vod Fortress only to receive immediate deployment orders separating them again
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Trivia:
- The seeds Louise saved from the amulet produced fuzzy, alien-looking plants before the gardener destroyed them
- Erna Neumul specifically took the tutoring job to fund her expensive taste in gold jewelry
- The Empire of Charle’s ceasefire is part of a larger ‘Martyr Army’ crusade effort
- Mages in this world use telepathy to detect infidelity or intent instantly
- exact military unit structures
- prior battles details
- full political purge plan
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Character Insight:
Louise displays a complete lack of self-worth, viewing her physical body as a failure and finding comfort only in the sadistic attention of Major Sonya.
Louise shifts from rigid duty enforcer and sadistic desire-driven actor to emotionally claimed by Larry despite short interactions and past cruelty
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Roman – The Roman family name, carried by Louise. The lineage oversees a barony characterized by thin soil and a history of glacial weight, primarily sustained through sheep farming and recently established salt and sugar industries.
• Louise – A towering seven-foot-tall Captain and Vice-Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, she boasts a massive, muscular build, broad shoulders, short-cropped red hair, a long face, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a protruding jaw—features inherited from her father, surpassing her mother and eldest brother in height by age eight. Once a Corporal with immense mana reserves, she rose through diligent service as a silent, hardworking squad leader. Though now replaced as commander after an arrow wound, she retains deep, one-sided affection for Larry, offering him her quarters upon his return, her obsession with procreation rooted in genuine, if unreciprocated, devotion.
• 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.
• Sabaski – The Sabaski family name, a noble house that produced the Fourth Sage. Though possessing high status, the family was previously weakened by floods and epidemics near the Western Front.
• Mar – A comrade of Larry who teases him about being pampered by his sister-in-law upon his return.
• Autumn – The Fourth Sage and uncle to Louise. He is an explorer who traveled the Western Continent with the support of the Kingdom of Celt and possesses a jovial, yet sharp and perceptive demeanor, particularly regarding mana aptitude.
• Neumul – The Neumul family name, carried by Erna. The family is of commoner status without a significant allowance. The Neumul family name, carried by Erna. The name is associated with the administrative management of the Thomasgen Garrison.
• Erna – A research student from the magic school in the Sabaski capital who served as Louise’s tutor. She is a commoner with a fondness for expensive gold jewelry and later became a colleague of Louise in the military. An administrative head and facility manager at the Thomasgen Garrison who wears excessive gold accessories including bracelets, cufflinks, and buckles.
• Sonya – A petite, flat-chested Elf woman with a small frame and long lifespan, she serves as Ninth Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, known as the Witch of the Black Forest, often wearing an oversized military cap; she wields telepathic empathy through touch, uses mana as a physical tool of dominance, and maintains a sadistic, triumphant dynamic in her intimate relationship with Louise.
• Corporal – A combat engineer with shattered legs and ribs who admires Captain Bours.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Chulpan – Short‑eared elf resembling Granny Ferris, wearing a white lab coat under a mantle, serves as a female medical mage at Linto’s field hospital. Junior disciple of Ferris, she heals with clinical, experimental telepathy and precise bone‑setting, and introduced Larry to the military officers.
• Larry – Fourteen-year-old third son of the Strock headman, with reddish-white skin, curly bronze hair, and bronze eyes, now a slave-soldier in Militia Unit 303 and Mage Level 3; he hosts the reincarnated consciousness of a 40-year-old Sage, granting him adult wisdom, fire magic (Fireball), heart/mana sensing by touch, and golem synchronization. Recently returned from enemy territory, he met the King in a high-stakes audience, battles PTSD and mana inflammation, feels guilt over a killing, admires his sister-in-law, trains to become Village Head, and is suspected to be the Fifth Sage.
• Marianne – A medical Mage summoned to treat Larry’s wounds.
• Maria – The three-month-old second daughter of Ifens and Therese.
• Sigmund – A Major in the Royal Army General Staff with full authority over Vod Fortress. He is short, plump, balding, and has a baby face.
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