Volume 4 Chapter 62 The Harem Battlefield*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Master… I’ll do it for you. Gladly.”
The cute Amazoness had just learned a few words in the Schweilitz language, and she was using them to say something incredibly lewd.
Does she know what she’s saying? I can’t tell for sure… but she’s definitely coming on to me.
That Amazoness.
Her black eyes sparkled. Her skin was fair and translucent, like porcelain. Every school has one—that girl who stands out, cute and impossible to ignore. She was like that, except she’d grown into it without losing that childish softness.
Today I was truly exhausted.
The body is that of a boy. Inside, though, I’m a middle-aged man. But this young body—tired as it was—was already responding.
”I’m worn out. Off to bed with me.”
The Loli Elf Mage, Pamela, yawned widely, one hand covering her mouth from behind the girl.
”Don’t you dare wake me.”
She burrowed into her bed.
I felt a pang of concern and reached for her hand.
”Are you all right?”
I asked via telepathy whether she was feeling unwell.
”That huge thing got halfway in. Even after I healed myself, there’s still a dull ache.”
Ah.
So that’s what it was.
Ms. Rao had said she had business and had gone back to her settlement—the colony—for now.
That settled it.
I hurriedly changed into my yukata and headed to the open-air bath, dragging the delighted Kamea along with me.
It’s late, so the place should be quiet.
I looked up. The Milky Way—or something like it—was visible. In my previous life, I’d never actually seen the Milky Way with my own eyes. Even when I looked up at the sky in this world for the first time and saw that faint, hazy smear of light… I hadn’t felt particularly moved.
”★☆〇×”
Kamea traced the white, blurred river with her finger, then ran her fingertip along the belly of the dragon tattoo inked on her left arm.
”So you call the Milky Way the dragon’s belly?”
She seemed pleased that I’d understood. She pointed at the stars and started explaining more to me—enthusiastically.
But of course, I couldn’t follow a word of it.
One thing was clear, though.
Probably at the southern pole, there was a faint, hazy mass of light with three bright stars clustered closely together. She pointed at that, then at her own eyes, then her mouth.
”Maybe it’s called the Face Constellation?”
I remembered hearing something about how three points remind humans of a face. It wasn’t koto-dama—what was it, simulacra phenomenon?
Kamea seemed happy to see me nodding along like I understood.
That’s cheating, you know. Smiling at me with that cute face.
It made me feel like I was being unfaithful. That was going to be a problem.
If I took her back to the ship, Kenze might be okay with it, but Katarina? I could only imagine what she’d say. If I took her back to the country, it would be hell. Well, I’m used to that by now.
The saving grace: Kamea is an Amazoness, so she can’t bear my children.
Suddenly, the face of the “Male-bride” I’d taken in Ram flashed through my mind. I shook my head.
”◎｜＝○☆彡”
Kamea said something and clung to my arm.
Then again.
”◎｜＝○☆彡”
This time in a husky, seductive whisper as she pulled me to her feet.
Can’t be helped. I thought, letting her press her slick, bath-warmed skin against mine as we stood and passed through the curtain.
The moment we were through, she was all over me—kissing me, pressing her hips against my groin.
Alright. Got it.
Let’s do this quickly.
I pulled back the curtain on a nearby stall—
Four Androgynos were crowded together on the bed, laughing and doing… something.
Nope, didn’t see anything.
I moved on. And I see the next stall was empty.
Inside, Kamea immediately pressed herself against me again.
”Master. Do it.”
After kissing and groping for a while, she whispered in my ear.
Of course. When I nodded, she stepped back, lay down on the wooden platform that served as a bed, and shot me a suggestive grin.
Huh? Lying down? I thought she’d kneel like Pamela taught her…
Well, whatever.
I stepped closer to the platform. Kamea turned onto her back across the width of it, let her head hang off the edge, and opened her mouth wide, tilting her chin up.
I hesitated for a second.
Kamea half-rolled, sat up, said, “Master. Happy to do it,” opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and then lay back with her chin up again.
You sure about this?
Alright, then.
I lowered my hips to match the height, placed the head of my p**is against the roof of her mouth, and pushed my hips forward.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, then raised both arms in a banzai pose, resting her hands on my waist—and tugged me closer.
Okay.
I eased forward. The head touched the back of her throat.
This is already plenty…
But Kamea pulled me harder with her hands on my hips.
Seriously?
I pushed deeper. The head slid past her throat.
I looked down.
Her neck was slender. The outline of my p**is, lodged in her esophagus, bulged against her trachea.
The sight of it—so strange, so obscene—sent a jolt through me. I grabbed her head and pushed deeper, pressing my hips until my p**is reached halfway down her neck.
I froze, shocked at what I’d done.
She tapped my hip, and I pulled out.
Kamea sat up, coughed, then scooped up the stringy mucus that dripped from her mouth and tossed it onto the floor.
”◎●＜-＞. Master. Do it gladly.”
She gestured with her hips, showing me what she wanted.
She wants me to move in that position?
Alright, then. I moved to enter again, but she was already on her back, mouth open, chin up.
Here goes.
This time I pushed in more forcefully. I watched my p**is reach halfway down her throat, then gripped her chin and thrust.
I could feel my shaft sliding against the ridge of her trachea.
After about thirty seconds, Kamea was running out of air. She tapped my hip, so I withdrew.
The next time, I grabbed her breasts instead of her head, thrusting. The time after that, I stayed buried deep and reached for her crotch.
Surely she can’t be wet, not with all that strain…
But she was—soaked.
I pushed my fingers against her groin, roughly, and saw the black curls glistening wet.
I pushed her clitoris out from its hood and pinched it.
By then, thirty seconds had passed. Kamea signaled me to stop, but I ignored her. I kept pinching her clitoris and sent a pulse of mana.
Amazonesses have weak mana reactions—so I sent a lot.
Maybe too much. Her hips bucked, spasming. She twisted away, coughing up my p**is.
Too much?
But after a moment, panting and heaving, she smiled and lay back.
Alright. This time, I’m finishing.
I placed the head against her palate, gripped her chin, pushed in deep, and drove my hips hard.
She signaled me to stop. I ignored it. She tried to push me off—I ignored that too. I kept moving, kept thrusting, and at the end, pushed my p**is to the base of her throat and came.
When I pulled out, she was trembling in tiny spasms, unable to even lift her head, turned to the side, spilling sticky liquid from her mouth.
I sat on the edge of the wooden platform and rested her head on my knee.
After a while, she regained her strength. She took my p**is in her mouth again, and this time, she worked me back to hardness with her hand, then straddled me, guided me into her, and began to ride me hard.
* * *
The next morning, Ms. Rao came to pick me up.
But Kamea, who should have been beside me, was gone. Her belongings were missing too.
On the way to the research institute, I had Ms. Rao ask about her. She’d checked out early in the morning, paying the lodging fee.
”That’s not…”
I mean, sure, we couldn’t really communicate. But I feel like we could’ve talked more.
Maybe she had her own work. I understood.
But I would’ve liked to say goodbye.
That day, I was dragged into a meeting of chunibyo professors from morning. Still feeling sad about Kamea’s sudden departure, I sat through their talk in a daze, barely hearing what was said.
But as I watched, something struck me: the Androgynos Group—though visually they looked female because of their chests—seemed, from the content of their conversations, to be a mix of formerly male and formerly female individuals.
The first professor I’d met here, Lilith, was female.
Professor Rasia, who had the most advanced case of chunibyo, used a male first-person pronoun.
Another professor, Rocani, was also male—he spoke in loud, meaningless outbursts.
Several others came and went, but from their gestures, I thought they were female.
”Consider this: three or even four universes overlapping is simply unnatural. Wouldn’t the most logical conclusion be that two universes touched, and their spatial resonance birthed similar Earths and solar systems?”
Professor Rasia used “boku” as his first-person pronoun. From his age and the content of his speech, he was clearly male.
I didn’t understand half of what he said about spatial resonance… but I could agree, to some extent, that some force had made this world resemble Earth.
”That doesn’t mean you can dismiss the overlapping-universe theory entirely, you know.”
Professor Lilith pointed out that the source of mana used for reincarnation didn’t originate on this world, and that on her previous Earth, mana had been empirically disproven. She claimed that during reincarnation—even when drawing in mammals like mice—she could sense thought-waves emanating from somewhere outside the reincarnation axis.
Neither theory made much sense. But Rasia was conducting actual celestial observations. In this solar system, there were equivalents to Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn—but Mars either didn’t exist or was too small to detect. He’d also maintained sunspot records for over thirty years, discovering an eleven-year cycle of activity—just like the one on the previous Earth’s sun.
At least his conclusions were based on observational data, so he wasn’t entirely the chunibyo he appeared to be.
But listening to this meaningless chatter drag on… I still felt like he was a little too much.
I remember about certain afternoon, the First Sage, Second Sage, Third Sage, Fourth Sage, and me—the candidate for Fifth Sage—discussed why the phenomenon of reincarnation was occurring only in the Kingdom of Schweilitz.
The Fourth Sage offered a theory: religious issues. Even if reincarnated individuals were born, the Universal Church and similar institutions—which rejected foreign elements—might have failed to reintegrate them. Many of the professors were convinced. Only Rasia disagreed.
”Remember: summoning is only possible within a five-hundred-kilometer radius of this capital.”
He held up a globe—probably handcrafted in this world.
”Where is the other side of this world?”
He turned the globe upside down and pointed at the Kingdom of Schweilitz.
He showed that Sage was born inside the Kingdom of Schweilitz around the time it was first built.
”We might make mistakes when we summon, don’t you think? Couldn’t it be that one of those mistakes caused someone to be reborn on the opposite side of the world?”
I don’t understand what he means, but it sounds believable.
”Also, I think that the reason Larry’s rebirth turned out incomplete might be because the power of the summoning became weaker as it passed through the world.”
Somehow, I’m almost convinced, but since there’s no real evidence, it’s really just my wild imagination at work.
Unless we do some kind of group study—like checking that people are reborn in Schweilitz when a summoning fails here in the capital—I don’t think we can say for sure that rebirth isn’t happening randomly in this world.
Well, it’s not really my job to worry about that.
All I want is to bring Ms. Henrietta here.
Maybe I’ll ask at the end of today’s meeting if there have been any successful examples.
With those thoughts, I look out at the courtyard.
The snow hasn’t melted completely yet, and now and then, there’s a thud when snow piled on the roof falls, making small heaps.
”Larry.”
Professor Rasia called my name suddenly.
”You haven’t been in touch with the mind of the original Larry—who was reborn on Earth—for a while now. Is that right?”
”Yes, that’s true.”
Now that I think about it, it’s been a long time since I talked to him.
I felt a little guilty about it, but I just didn’t want to do it.
”I’d like you to get in touch tonight.”
It’s been a while, but I guess I’ll just exercise, drink, and have s*x.
Kamea isn’t here, but I can just do it with Pamela.
”That’s fine with me.”
”Thanks. Here’s what I think. The reason you stopped talking to Larry’s original mind isn’t because of any feelings—I think it’s because you went outside the summoning area.”
Huh? Is that true?
Now that you say it, that might be right.
If Professor Rasia’s theory is correct, then we should be able to talk right here (in the capital), right in the middle of the summoning area.
I don’t really have anything special I want to ask Larry, or anything I want to look into, but I’d like to try telepathy with Ms. Henrietta.
Suddenly having something to look forward to made my spirits rise—they had been feeling low.
* * *
That night, in the freezing cold, I ran from the research lab back to the inn and had a drink at the open-air bath café.
Behind the curtain, I had s*x with Pamela, who wasn’t quite back to normal yet and wasn’t really in the mood.
Through sexual acts where we both used our mana, we reached satisfying endings.
I went back to my room, closed my eyes, and was able to enter Larry’s mind for the first time in two years.
But the atmosphere was very tense.
”You’re really something.”
Larry’s wife was holding a baby and crying angrily.
’What happened?’
I asked Larry carefully.
’I thought you wouldn’t come anymore, but you came just in time.’
Hearing that, it seemed like things were getting difficult, so I thought I should go back.
’Wait—what do you think I should do?’
How would I know?
”Don’t say that—you’re older than me, right?”
I had no choice but to ask what happened, and he told me that his affair had been found out.
The other woman was a married nurse who worked at the same hospital.
He said that when they went out drinking together, he’d followed a sudden urge and made a pass at her.
Of course, his wife was pregnant.
’I thought it would be rude not to make a move.’
That doesn’t matter—how did she find out?
’When our second child was born, I had conjunctivitis.’
Oh, chlamydia.
It’s an STD (sexually transmitted disease), and women often don’t show signs.
’That’s right—she (the nurse) was the one who was infected.’
I’ve never seen Larry look so helpless before.
But now that divorce has been mentioned, it seems that Ms. Henrietta—who has been staying with Larry—and his oldest daughter, “Koa,” are also involved, and his wife is claiming custody and saying she’ll take them away.
That’s a problem.
’It looks like we might be able to summon Ms. Henrietta. Don’t break up yet.’
’Even if you tell me not to… As you can see, I need your help.’
Even if you ask me to help, the world you came from doesn’t have just one partner.
It’s not completely free, but just because you sleep with different people doesn’t usually cause a big problem.
’Die!’
That’s harsh.
Well, I understand why you’d say that.
But I can’t die, and I don’t think I can help you either.
’Then summon me and change places with me. This body was yours from the start, right?’
True, the one living in this past-life body is the Larry who was in this world.
Are you seriously thinking of joining the Androgynos Group?
’What is that? I don’t know.’
I thought so. No way you’d remember.
Well, I guess I have no choice but to apologize again and again.
So, I stayed with Larry until morning, continuing to bow to his wife.
’For now, let’s talk again after the treatment is done.’
Thanks to my persistent bowing, his wife gave in—or rather, agreed to give us some space—so it looks like the divorce is off for now.
Isn’t the treatment for chlamydia supposed to be taking antibiotics for three weeks?
Man, what is he doing?
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Summary:
The protagonist engages in an intimate encounter with Kamea after the Loli Elf Mage Pamela retires for the night, but Kamea departs without farewell the next morning, leaving him feeling hollow. He then attends a meeting of chunibyo professors where they debate theories about reincarnation and the overlapping of universes, with Professor Rasia arguing against the majority view based on his astronomical observations. The discussion culminates in a debate about why reincarnation only occurs in the Kingdom of Schweilitz, with the Fourth Sage proposing religious suppression by the Universal Church as the explanation while Rasia insists on spatial limitations tied to the capital’s radius.
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Trivia:
The protagonist’s internal conflict between his middle-aged mind and young body is a recurring theme throughout the chapter.
Kamea’s enthusiastic participation in the intimate scene contrasts with the protagonist’s initial reluctance and eventual shock at his own actions.
Pamela’s use of elderly masculine speech patterns (“washi,” “noja”) creates a comedic dissonance with her Loli Elf Mage appearance.
The dragon tattoo on Kamea’s arm serves as a cultural marker linking her Amazoness heritage to cosmological beliefs about the Milky Way being the dragon’s belly.
The Androgynos Group at the research institute are described as physically female but include individuals who were formerly male or female based on their speech patterns.
Professor Rasia’s astronomical observations of sunspot cycles mirror those of the previous Earth, suggesting a connection between worlds.
The Universal Church’s rejection of reincarnated individuals as “foreign elements” is proposed as a reason for the phenomenon’s limitation to Schweilitz.
The protagonist is explicitly identified as a candidate for Fifth Sage, indicating his growing political importance in the world’s power structure.
The five-hundred-kilometer radius around the capital is cited as the limit for summoning, directly linking reincarnation mechanics to geographical constraints.
Rao’s departure and return to her colony serves as a narrative device to facilitate the intimate scene while also establishing the practical constraints of the characters’ lives.
Notes:
• Amazoness – Job: Warrior tribe; Note: Mentioned in context of Lamu tribe; possible connection to Garda’s grandchild.
• Pamela – An elderly yet youthful-looking elf mage leading the Engine Department, she balances blunt authority with old-fashioned warmth. A skilled telepath and healer with large mana reserves, she uses archaic speech and moves with scholarly curiosity. Formerly Henrietta-san’s servant, she is now a devoted companion to Earnest, acting as a doting, drowsy mentor who assists with complex colony summoning rituals.
• Rao – The leader of Red of Mount Yue, Fifth Generation. An elegant, confident, and direct Androgynos colony leader. A spirit magic programmer who writes grimoires under deadlines, she manages operations, resources, and her two reincarnated successors. Though casual and sometimes crude, she maintains a refined air. She is a dining companion of Rocani-san and is known to the protagonist for her technical expertise.
• Lilith – Job: Professor; Relationship: Conducts meetings in Land of the Fire Ring; Note: Interrupted by intruders, irritated by disruptions.
• Rocani – Job: Elder of the Land of the Fire Ring; Relationship: Political ally/contact; Note: Formal elder who uses transfer gate.
• Henrietta – Larry’s fourth wife. A muscular, massive-busted orphan, mage, and Royal Magic Academy researcher. A Bizan graduate who guarded the protagonist at East Palace, she was killed by the former Principal during the Haritz Rebellion. Now a deceased associate, her essence parasitizes Larry’s daughter—a fact known to the slave Pamela—leading Earnest to consider summoning her via their telepathic bond.
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