Chapter 112 Preparations for the Journey
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The next day’s itinerary collapsed into a complete mess.
First, I set about re-verifying the list. I managed to discern the general circumstances of the situation. Among the three individuals who had been added to the list without my consent, one was an itinerant merchant.
Chizuru-san had been trading mystical objects in unfamiliar towns. She was the sort of woman one might still have seen during the Showa era—carrying an incredibly massive cargo frame on her back. They were known as peddlers. A lean watari-glass¹ wandering between towns and nations, picking at profits while suffering under the scrutiny of checkpoints. Apparently, she utilizes the empty space in her stomach to handle that side of the business as well. Looking at her, I constantly find myself wondering if carrying such a gargantuan cargo frame doesn’t eventually wreck her back.
The second individual, Asami-san, was a townsperson from the outskirts of Kujukuri Town².
A victim of smallpox, she leads a life of destitution alongside others who were similarly cast out and forsaken. Women bearing the scars of disease find themselves far removed from any connection to the opposite sex. While those lesions could be mended with mystical object medication, such luxury items are far beyond the reach of a mere commoner. With the pittance she scraped together through extreme frugality, she must have purchased my seed from the black market as her sole, tenuous connection to a male.
Neither of them would ever face a male directly. In their eyes, it is a sign of disrespect for a man to even enter their field of vision. I felt no inclination to punish or interrogate either of them.
The final person embodied the societal darkness from the opposite end of the status spectrum. She was a ‘vomiter.’ The remaining woman, Togo Adelheid, was a stunning half-German beauty who frequently enjoyed parties in a lavish mansion. A breathtaking woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes, typically clad in evening wear. Not a gourmet of food, but a gourmet of ‘refinement,’ she purchases the seed of various males to savor the taste and then spits it out. For what it is worth, she hands the discarded remains to her maids, so nothing goes to waste. My semen was being utilized as a plaything for the wealthy in the darkness.
I felt something profoundly insulting to life in that practice, yet I was hardly in a position to judge, considering I used to toss human beings into the trash in my previous life. My sons’ journey continues nonetheless. I decided to keep a watchful eye on their lives from time to time.
* * *
Now, regarding the visit to the commoners in the South Town.
”It’s cancelled,” Maggot-san stated flatly.
”Why?!” I asked, blindsided.
Maggot-san, who had arrived to report, informed me mercilessly.
”I humbly apologize, but considering the current state of world affairs, I must ask you to postpone your schedule. The townspeople have already been notified to refrain from an audience,” Maggot-san explained.
Unfortunately, there were reasons in abundance. My popularity in the South Town was so immense there was a legitimate risk that all work would grind to a halt. To begin with, there were simply too many sick and injured, making my presence a pure interference. A townsperson had been discovered who hadn’t recovered from the effects of the Uncanny Valley mystical objects, so the cancellation was also a measure to prevent infection. Furthermore, a person of high birth interacting too casually was sowing confusion among the townspeople’s values. Finally, there was the matter of a grievance from the town hall.
A man can act with a degree of selfishness, but he is not a being of true freedom.
”I suppose I’ll just write a letter of condolence then,” I suggested.
”That would be most appropriate. I shall arrange for it to be read aloud in various locations throughout the streets,” Maggot-san replied.
The townspeople are illiterate. Therefore, officials must convey messages vocally. Things like improving literacy rates for commoners are a dream within a dream that no one even perceives as a necessity.
* * *
Consequently, a sudden void opened in my schedule. Usually, in such instances, it’s understood that I can enjoy a leisurely time as long as I walk about with my guard, Vocal Slut-san, an Imperial Guard³ member.
”The Young Master is passing through! Clear the path, ssu!” Vocal Slut-san barked.
”It is no trouble, Vocal Slut-san,” I noted casually.
”Heheh. I am truly grateful for your consideration, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san replied.
I wandered about the North Town, letting her play along with the ‘Lord’ persona I’d always secretly wanted to attempt. It was merely a way to kill time before the journey.
”Vocal Slut-san, you come from an ordinary family, right? You were the third daughter. You didn’t take over the family business, ssu?” I inquired, mimicking her tone slightly.
Vocal Slut-san and I often discuss societal matters during our walks. Her stories possess the quality of a neighborhood aunt’s—easy to listen to in the background.
”The eldest and second daughters inherited the trade. It wasn’t exactly a matter of thinning out mouths to feed, but they had enough hands, ssu. So they suggested I see if I could join the Imperial Guard, and I left home, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san explained.
”I see~,” I mused.
It was pure idle chatter. Passersby were visibly startled to see the two of us strolling side-by-side with such apparent boredom.
I also inquired about her family estate’s trade.
”The family business is fan-making. We take banana leaves, coat them in lacquer, and transform them into fans. It’s that item the Tengu hold in their hands, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san said.
”So those actually had a real-world model. There are all manner of duties out there, aren’t there?” I remarked.
”In Boshu, those basho-sen⁴ for warding off evil were a renowned local product, but since the mystical objects appeared, the business has truly declined, ssu. They say in the old days it was so prosperous they would transport them all the way to Edo to sell, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san added.
”There must have been many in the manufacturing industry who lost their livelihoods to the dungeon. It’s a harsh reality,” I noted.
”The world is becoming increasingly convenient. No~, it’s a fine era, ssu,” the tall older sister said lightheartedly.
She is remarkably easygoing. Even in public, I am pleased that she is so refreshingly casual when it is just the two of us.
”Vocal Slut-san, are there truly that many people in your family line, ssu?” I asked.
Relatives appear frequently in her anecdotes. Many townspeople have kin scattered throughout various towns. Moving is a freedom. At the very least, there are no travel restrictions like those of the feudal era. However, this poses a problem for tax collectors, who engage in a tug-of-war by using long-term tax payments as leverage for intercourse with males to anchor people to the land.
”It’s not exactly what you would call a ‘family line,’ ssu. Originally, it seems we were Chinese people who drifted over from the Qing Dynasty and settled here after becoming separated. Thanks to that, I have relatives I don’t even know the faces of all over the country, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san explained.
”There are so many blood relations to begin with, it seems like you’d have an army of relatives…. No, wait, only the female line matters for a family line. Even if the father is the same, if the mothers are different, they don’t count as sisters by the rules…” I reflected.
”I want about ten children myself, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san declared.
”Isn’t that a bit much?” I asked, surprised.
”Well~, only about half of them will reach adulthood, ssu,” she replied bluntly.
”That’s rather tragic,” I said softly.
First, half survive. Those who can secure a decent job are fewer than half of those survivors. If you bear ten and two can establish a household, it is considered a resounding success.
At the periphery of my vision, well-dressed women bowed their heads and moved to the side to kneel. The people in this North Town belong to those privileged few.
Kujukuri Town stretches interminably north and south in this fashion. As I walk, I lose sense of whether I am actually making any progress. That is why signs for ‘Chome’ blocks are periodically visible. The First Chome at the northern end is the district owned by the noble families, and the Second Chome houses the government office. The Third Chome is where we males reside. From there, it continues southward. I am told there are only two other dungeons in the nation where layers manifest on the surface like this.
* * *
In this district populated solely by elite citizens—or rather, high-ranking townspeople—we encountered a suspicious individual.
”Oh? I wonder what’s the matter, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san wondered.
”I wonder who it is. Perhaps a palanquin carrying a male in a foul mood is passing through?” I guessed.
”It doesn’t appear to be that sort of atmosphere, ssu. Pardon me for a moment, ssu,” Vocal Slut-san said.
”Hm?” I asked.
With a fluid motion, Vocal Slut-san stepped in front of me to shield me. The residents of the North Town were vacating the path. They were in a frantic hurry, their complexions pale. Even the arrogant town hall officials, who usually behave as if making others yield the way is their sole purpose, moved to the side. They weren’t just agitated; they were terrified.
”I’ll definitely make you beautiful. Do not be concerned,” a voice drifted toward us.
”Please, grant me forgiveness!” another voice pleaded.
”Why? I’m not angry. Goodness. It’s truly hurtful to be regarded as a barbarian,” the first voice replied calmly.
”I didn’t think it would reach your ears!” the second begged.
”Gossip I overheard by chance… fufu, I don’t care about that. It’s just that a ‘makeover’ will be for your own sake,” the first voice continued.
I could hear someone imploring for mercy. In the center of the open corridor stood a woman wearing a hood. Clad in persimmon-tanned garments, she was gripping the arm of another woman who appeared to be a townsperson. Both were adults, yet one was being dragged along as effortlessly as a tethered calf. No one dared to intervene. With every step she took toward us, there was a sharp metallic ring. Chime. The chime of bells was the whisper of needles. Despite being in public, the one doing the pulling had a multitude of metal items dangling from her clothes. Yet, no one voiced a complaint. I felt a sudden chill, as if doing so would merely result in another meaningless corpse rolling in the dungeon. The people were a flock of rabbits, and the hooded woman was a tiger.
I recognized that figure.
”Ah, it’s the patchwork person,” I noted aloud.
When I directed my attention toward her, she stopped dead. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she knelt. The person being dragged along also fell prostrate and cowered.
”Myself is a madwoman. My mind is crazed. If a male addresses me, Your person will be in peril, gozaimasu,” the hooded woman stated.
”That’s… quite a unique self-introduction,” I said, slightly rattled.
It was an extraordinary display of self-deprecation. While feeling a bit flustered, I stepped toward the woman who had suddenly shifted her tone. “I knew it. I know you’re a proper person. You were part of the first squad of the rescue team, right?” I asked.
There was a protracted silence following my words. After considerable hesitation, she spoke. “…Which Lordship might you be? After all, when before such a noble personage, I take great care never to be seen. I do not possess a form that can be shown to you, gozaimasu.”
I know her. She is the Psionic Power user who used to amuse herself by sewing trinkets onto townspeople she had captured alive. She vanished into the shadows of the ruined capital after abandoning her victims. Telling a noble, ‘Who were you again?’ is a bit questionable regarding manners, but it seems she has compelling reasons for avoiding involvement. Judging by her level of trepidation, she is keeping me at a distance even while aware it’s disrespectful.
”…You can lift your head without worry, you know?” I said gently.
”It would be a stain upon your eyes. Please, I implore your pardon, gozaimasu,” she replied.
”Was that so? I think you were normally beautiful… well, if that’s how it is, then fine. Regardless, thank you for helping me back then. I was concerned because you weren’t present when I went to offer my thanks to everyone,” I said.
She and several others failed to appear when I went to express my gratitude to the first squad. It would be awkward for me to seek her out openly. Even if I felt I should, it would only cause her distress. When she tilted her chin and her hood shifted, her face was surprisingly ordinary. There were traces of old disease lesions that emitted a troubling vibe, but they weren’t particularly conspicuous.
”A… aah. Ah…” she stammered, overwhelmed.
”I’m the human being who was saved thanks to you,” I added firmly.
She was profoundly shaken. Despite being thanked, she was trembling as though her transgressions had been laid bare by mystery and God. The needles she wore fell, and she remained silent while kneeling. It seems that, conversely, I am the one she fears. I picked up a sewing needle and returned it to her. My hand brushed against hers as I passed it, and I felt it was covered in cuts and twitching uncontrollably.
”Please, release my hand. It will be defiled, gozaimasu,” she said.
”Is there something wrong? Like a contagious disease?” I inquired.
”It is not a disease,” she replied.
I was being quite tactless myself. “These are impure hands, saturated in the defilement of death. There is no value in you taking my hand, gozaimasu,” she added.
”I’m the last person with the right to blame anyone for killing. Besides, I’ve always liked hands covered in scars. I wonder why,” I said.
Looking closely, I finally perceived the reason she concealed her face. She was merely making do, but one of her eyes was a glass eye. A portion of her ear was missing as well. The dearth of interaction with women whose appearance has been marred is partly because they distance themselves. A simple fear of being loathed is also a factor. She is covered in scars, her kill count is likely staggering, and from her perspective, someone like me would be too awe-inspiring to even approach. Males were sacred beings. The individuals in the first squad of the rescue team live for war and slaughter. As long as they can fight, they care nothing for whether their foes are humans or monsters. The reason these people, who served as the diversion, were the first squad while the actual rescue team was the second was because if you treated them like secondary characters, they would attempt to kill you. They were a breed of people who handled life with that level of levity. As ever, I cannot truly comprehend it. I am grateful, but the only thing we could share was the body heat transmitted through our hands.
”Please, know your place,” she said, pulling back.
She is attempting to flee from me. But before that, there is something I wish to ask.
”What’s going to happen to that person? It doesn’t really matter to me, though,” I asked, gesturing to her captive.
”The things myself does… it is terrifying for a noble personage even to contemplate them. Even if I deceive myself, I cannot lie to a male. Crazed with jealousy, I find joy in marring the appearance of others daily. Even if I receive your oversight, even Buddha will no longer grant forgiveness for these deeds, gozaimasu,” she said.
”That might be so. I saw what you were doing to that person from Isumi Town who was left behind,” I said.
I didn’t deny her words. Ethics and the times will not accommodate me. Even if I witness a cruel reality, I have already discarded the arrogance of trying to resist. No, wait—did I even possess a noble resolution to begin with, or did I simply follow my impulses? “If there are circumstances and you have to kill someone, it can’t be helped, but you shouldn’t do more than what’s necessary. Even so, if that’s truly necessary for you, then please don’t make them suffer,” I told her. All I can do is nudge a person’s path a little bit. And even then, only within my reach. “If you ever desire to spend a night with a male, please nominate me. This isn’t flattery or pity. I want you to head to the battlefield, come back alive, and then teach me in the bedroom if you actually did as I asked. I’ll be waiting,” I said.
I forcibly pressed my lips against the Patchwork Person’s cheek. It was essentially a case of sexual harassment. But I don’t care anymore. That is simply the nature of this world. …A girl with missing parts, hm. That is also intriguing. Let’s go with that. That person remained kneeling there. I felt as though I was acting a bit too cool, and I writhed at my own words later. Furthermore, that townsperson who was being toyed with crossed my mind and left me a bit dejected. But well, I feel this was for the best. She released her captive too. Vocal Slut-san also praised me for having guts. Just by taking a stroll, I saved one human being. All’s well that ends well.
* * *
In the afternoon, I visited the government area where the town assembly is held for the first time in quite a while. It was the site of ill omen where Maggot-san was struck on the head and knocked unconscious, and my Imperial Guards were nearly completely replaced. It feels somewhat nostalgic now.
I was greeted by the Town Mayor and a female clerk.
”It has been a long time. First and foremost, I am relieved to see you are safe,” the Town Mayor said.
”Ah, yeah. Has it been since that time? It’s been a while,” I replied.
The Town Mayor possessed a face weathered by wrinkles. She let out a long sigh of relief. The inquiry began in a grand tatami room that looked like a military commander might reside there. It was a verification of the details surrounding the kidnapping incident. As we spoke, I felt through my skin that the Town Mayor was fearful of my protests and reprimands. It was a failure on her part to allow the kidnapping and put a male in peril. If I become angry, or if I cry, it truly strikes the heart. Naturally, her status is higher, but even so, no one desires to be the target of a male’s negative emotions. Conversely, I also felt guilty for dragging an entire town around with my impulsive actions. The inquiry was brief, and after several confirmation tasks, it concluded without incident. I learned that she was the one who tried to force the girl who was first targeted by the Horned Owl⁵ in the ruined capital into my Imperial Guards. Apparently, she wished to strike a balance because we were becoming too isolated from the town. I didn’t get angry or apologize; I thanked her instead. I hadn’t realized how taxing the Town Mayor’s job had been until now. I feel as though I understand her struggles a little better. Soon, I departed the tatami room in a harmonious atmosphere while she wished for my safety on the upcoming journey.
* * *
The final task for today is decided. Regarding the Patchwork Person I met earlier: while there are women who fall into ruin because their appearance is tarnished, there are also bold women who don’t care that much. They know that money and status are the quintessential mysteries that cloud a male’s aesthetic sense. The others are confident individuals who believe that a wound cannot diminish their value in the slightest. An older sister who represents the latter snuck into my room through the door in the dead of night.
With a snap, a cylindrical mystical object appeared. Once she shed the cylinder, which was large enough to house a person, Flatty-chan appeared in the room from within the mystical object that had deactivated its stealth function. She perceives herself as the ultimate cute lifeform, and she won’t falter just because there’s a hole in her head. I was caught off guard, but I was the one who instructed her to come tonight.
”U-Um…” Flatty-chan stammered.
”Yeah,” I said.
”I-I’ve come,” she added, breathless.
”Welcome. Is something wrong? You’re looking all over the place and can’t seem to settle down,” I noted.
She fell into a brief contemplation. Then, she suddenly began speaking of something peculiar. “It’s a wonderful room. It’s so serene, but at the same time, I feel special, like that. Your kindness is manifesting in the air of the room, Young Master,” Flatty-chan said.
”Is that so? I’m happy you’d say that, but the interior is identical to the other rooms. I haven’t furnished it much, and I believe the layout is common to all of them,” I replied.
”Please don’t overextend yourself. Are you nervous?” she asked.
I tilted my head. Did I appear that way to Flatty-chan? “Since the reason I summoned you is what it is, it wouldn’t be surprising if I were unconsciously tense… I suppose. It doesn’t really ring a bell, though,” I said.
”You needn’t be afraid. The usual Young Master is lovely and beautiful. Even so, tonight you’re even more enchanting than usual. I wonder why I feel that way,” she said.
”Wait… Flatty-chan, who are you talking to?” I asked blankly.
When I asked her in earnest, she suddenly averted her gaze and turned her back. Her rounded back looked mysterious and mournful. “I practiced the conversation because I was certain I’d lose my nerve. I even drafted a script for today and read through it repeatedly,” Flatty-chan confessed.
”Ah, I see…. I interfered, didn’t I. Well then, I’ll play along with the lines. Want to try again?” I offered.
”Forget it,” she muttered.
She was thumping her head against the wall. Thump, thump. “What was up with that book! It’s a complete lie!” she cried. “Flatty-chan, calm down,” I said. “Calling it ‘Recommendations for the Wedding Night.’ A cheap knock-off! Useless! Give me my money back!” she shouted at the wall. You’re going to injure yourself…. Looking back at me, the eyes that met mine were filled with disappointment in herself and acute embarrassment. Flatty-chan had tears in her eyes.
Establishing an atmosphere and a smooth transition to bed-silence became impossible due to my tactlessness. For the time being, when I had her sit on the bed beside me, she began glancing about and swaying her body. She couldn’t settle down in the slightest. She’s like a hamster that’s been introduced to a new cage. After the crisis of her life passed, Flatty-chan’s habitual nervousness had returned in full force. It’s an atmosphere where it’s difficult to introduce the main topic. Should I allow her to touch my body for now?
”Does the injury still hurt?” I asked. On her cute head, there was a decidedly un-cute scar. Sitting next to her, it enters my field of vision whether I want it to or not.
”It’s healed. It looks as though a scar will remain,” Flatty-chan said.
”Should I provide for medical treatment?” I asked.
”I’ll save up and fix it myself. As an Imperial Guard, I will not be a burden to my master. It’s an appearance-related matter that’s irrelevant to my professional duties,” she replied.
”I see,” I said.
No expenses are granted for medical treatment. After conversing for a while, she finally stabilized.
”Sorry it’s so late, but it would be problematic if people saw us. And besides, even though it’s a special occasion, it would be bland if you were just a consciousness…” I said. Because the tension has migrated to me as well, I can only act bluntly, but truth be told, I wanted to pounce on her even now. But since I wished to stay close to her feelings just as much, I exercised restraint.
”You desire to have intercourse between a man and a woman, right? I have the same feelings. So, shall we?” I said directly.
When I conveyed it simply, the words that returned after a long silence were unexpected. “If you’re going to consider my feelings, then let’s call it off after all. Please let me return home,” Flatty-chan said.
She started saying something strange again. “Why did you suddenly arrive at that conclusion?” I asked.
”Because… you’re precious. And doing it with a male before marriage, for me, it’s still too awe-inspiring—I really can’t do it. So please forget it,” Flatty-chan said.
”Are we stopping?” I asked.
”Nothing happened. The Young Master wasn’t defiled. You remained with a pure body,” she said.
She went silent once more. After coming this far, Flatty-chan still believed she could retreat. A promise. That’s right. I swore that if we returned alive, we’d redo her first experience and put the memory into a proper shape. Neither of us has forgotten that, but gender norms were making her hesitate. Her respect and conscience for her master were triumphing over her desire. It’s a natural development.
”…Goodnight, Young Master,” she whispered.
My response was to seize her hand and not allow her to escape. Flatty-chan gave a violent start and trembled.
”If you don’t eject me from the room, I-I’ll pounce on you! I’ll go… rawr… and things!” she barked.
”I think you’re cute,” I replied simply.
”N-No. Just now—please really forget that,” she pleaded.
”Your cheeks are flushed, though. You haven’t met my eyes for a while now. Flatty-chan, do you truly want to forget that day?” I asked.
”I…. I don’t want to forget it for the rest of my life. But, Young Master, please forget. Because that’s the healthy relationship between an Imperial Guard and their master. It’s for both our sakes,” she said, her voice heavy with sorrow.
She also lost her flawless appearance. The repair of a scalp that was mysteriously fused by Psionic Power requires a specialist’s surgery and medical treatment drugs, and even for an Imperial Guard, it’s not something that can be casually fixed. But she still occupies a high rank in my ‘cute person list.’
”Then try it one more time to see if it’s healthy or not, and if it’s no good, I’ll forget it again. There’s no evidence anyway. I don’t intend to stop at this point… Whoa!” I cried out.
I was suddenly shoved down. Her emotional shifts are dizzying.
”I’ll make you regret this. I’m serious, you know,” Flatty-chan said.
”G-Go ahead?” I replied.
…But from there, I think I was pinned down for a full ten minutes. Both of her hands were pinning each of my wrists against the bed. Her hands continued to tremble without ceasing.
”Phew…. U-Ugh,” she exhaled.
I stayed silent.
”…H-Huff. Phew… uuuugh,” she groaned.
”…Um. Flatty-chan, aren’t you going to do anything?” I asked.
”I will. I’m going to do it. You’re always, always spouting that cheeky brat logic like earlier. I’m going to pounce on you. It’s too late even if you try to run away now. I-I’ll, s-squeeze—I’ll squeeze the seed out of you!” Flatty-chan said, bracing herself while using lines she clearly wasn’t accustomed to. Her hair and heated breath descended and brushed against my cheeks. The sensation and scent of a male’s skin, which acted like a drug, were doing something to her brain.
”You man-crazed boy. I’ll split your head. I-It’s your fault for not hating it!” she said.
She was desperately utilizing old obscene words I didn’t recognize. It was so unpracticed it made me want to laugh, and I found it incredibly endearing.
”Flatty-chan. Are you, like, okay? You’re frozen up again,” I noted.
”S-Shut up. I’m about to do it,” she replied.
”Should I take the lead?” I offered.
”No!” she shouted.
A ringing sound resonated in the depths of my ears.
”Absolutely not. I’m the one who’s going to guide the male,” Flatty-chan insisted.
”I can’t hear my ears,” I groaned.
”I will teach you, and we’ll tie a dream of a night. Don’t interfere,” she said.
”Ow ow ow! Too much force. My wrist is going to snap!” I cried.
”But…” she said.
”Yeah,” I replied.
It was like an encouragement to herself, like a first experience of virginity in a previous life. And it was just her own stubbornness. While looking as though she were about to weep, Flatty-chan whispered in a voice that was about to fade.
”Please close your eyes,” she said.
I obediently shut my eyes. In my mouth, I felt a lukewarm, viscous sensation. It’s not a very conventional act, so I think it’s probably something she specifically wanted to do.
”Mmm…. Young Master, I love you. Mmm, I love you. So cute…. How wonderful…” she whispered.
In the darkness, my tongue was being licked all over.
”A… mmm, mm… mmm…”
I could feel our mingled saliva being sucked, and my clothes being gradually removed. A thin chest and slightly disheveled thighs. Even without vision, or even a voice, I could tell who it was. The eighteen-year-old heart that was leaping about transmitted its rapid pulse to my body. Today was the zenith of youth for Flatty-chan—the greatest night of her life.
* * *
Various events transpired. First, I felt a complex mood as though I had become Medusa. That initial momentum didn’t last even a few minutes. Every time I opened my eyes, Flatty-chan froze with a half-smile. I had no choice but to extinguish the light for her, and for most of the duration, I kept my eyes closed.
Even so, relying solely on touch, I tried placing my hand gently on the tip of her thin chest, or encircling her shoulder with my arm and embracing her, or layering our skin, but it didn’t proceed smoothly. First, to alleviate the tension, I began by holding her hand and discussing our memories together. When she became frightened remembering the dungeon, I comforted her, and when I felt depressed from the trauma of taking the three ladies hostage, she encouraged me in return. Overall, I ended up having to accommodate her pace.
In the end, it took approximately two hours until we actually achieved insertion. I was at my limit quickly because she teased me so excessively, and Flatty-chan had already come five times by herself by then. I wonder if this can truly be categorized as sex.
”Flatty-chan, you’re really bad at this and weak… like you need nursing care… no. You weren’t the type who could handle things skillfully, were you. It’s a good thing I was your partner,” I said.
”Yes…” she whispered.
”But once you got a little used to it, it was just—anyway, I was so happy,” I added.
Once the tension shattered, we were completely absorbed in each other, embracing, depositing plenty of semen in her stomach, and rubbing our lower bodies together desperately as if fleeing from a monster.
”We did it. It felt so good it was over in a flash. It was quiet because no one passed through the hallway in front of the room,” I said.
”I didn’t want this time to be interfered with, so it was just right. I wonder if they’re making a massive fuss at the government office storeroom right now because a lock and a frame are stuck together,” Flatty-chan said.
”Flatty-chan, you’re as cunning as ever,” I noted.
After we concluded the whole man-and-woman affair, we’re lying naked on the bed. Because the women of this world are prone to hypersensitivity, just being connected allows them to feel incredibly good. They can reach their peak state in a few strokes. We synchronized our timing and went together, and it was immensely enjoyable. When it went too well, I was so happy and amused that a few tears escaped.
I also spoke about things from my previous life. A society where chastity isn’t inverted was a novelty to Flatty-chan, and she grew wings on her imagination, wondering how vast this world where mysteries and wonders spread everywhere could be. Maybe there’s a place somewhere where there are more males, or where hermaphroditic humans exist. Even so, for her, the greatest mystery in this world is me.
”I wish morning would never arrive,” she sighed.
Slipping past Maggot-san’s eyes is no small feat. On her way back, she’ll need to use the stealth mystical object—a luxury item I bought with my savings specifically for her.
”It’s difficult for me to be away from Flatty-chan too. We’ve been living together for a while now, after all,” I said.
”This girl is already… saying such cute things. I’m the one who’s suffering more,” she said.
”I wonder if this is what you call the suspension bridge effect,” I mused.
”I’ve never heard of that, ssu,” she replied.
”In my world, there’s a theory that when a man and a woman who aren’t dating go to a dangerous place, they misinterpret that sense of crisis as affection, and their relationship advances,” I explained.
”Taking a male to such a place—she wouldn’t even deserve to be called a woman,” Flatty-chan said, looking dissatisfied.
”I’ll never let the Young Master be in danger again. I’ll get stronger for that,” she vowed.
”That’s kind of cool,” I said.
”I-Is… that so? Hehehe…” she giggled.
The smile she wore looked extraordinarily cute. This is perilous. Thanks to her protecting me in a place where my life was constantly in jeopardy, I’m starting to truly fall in love with her. Her surroundings seem to sparkle. Dangerous. Flatty-chan is just a beautiful girl if she stays quiet. I was about to be deceived again.
”The crime of taking the Young Master’s chastity cannot be atoned for even with capital punishment. But I don’t want to die, and if the Young Master doesn’t wish for that either, I’ll leave my life with you for now,” she said once more.
”You don’t really have to give it back, but I want you to be with me forever,” I replied.
One must not forget. Originally, laying a hand on one’s master is a crime of this magnitude. By the way, we’re having such a serious conversation, but right now I’m lying on my back and having my face sandwiched between her thighs. We’re both stark naked, and she’s looking down at me. She smells wonderful, and because there’s no chest to block the view, I can see her mischievous face clearly. About once every 10 seconds, she blows a soft breath on my forehead. My bangs sway and it tickles. Flatty-chan was teasing and playing with me. Every time she moves her body, a dear feeling wells up, but this is Flatty-chan. I must not be deceived.
”Let’s do it one more time,” I said.
”As many times as you like. My cute Young Master…” she whispered.
And when she softly pushed me down, I realized that I love this person.
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Summary:
The Young Master reflects on the women who seek his ‘seed’ before taking a tense walk through Kujukuri Town. He encounters the scarred Patchwork Person, offering her a kiss and a promise of acceptance that deeply moves her. After a formal report to the Town Mayor, he concludes the day with a secret, intimate tryst with Flatty-chan, where they both confess their feelings through physical connection.
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Character Insight:
The protagonist’s casual defiance of the social order—kissing a ‘defiled’ woman and initiating sex with a guard—marks his shift from passive survival to active engagement with the world’s inverted norms. Flatty-chan’s internal conflict between her duty and her desire highlights the psychological weight of the ‘male-as-sacred’ dogma she was raised with.
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Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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