Chapter 41 Life in Southern Town⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”No matter how much you care about people, the days just keep passing by. Well, even if you feel down, the seasons still change one after another….
A few days had gone by, and the season had fully turned to winter. In this town, where the old calendar still held strong, the whole month of frost was packed with yearly ceremonies.
Sure, the climate inside the dungeon never changed, but the town buzzed with excitement from the rice-pounding festival and the early harvest celebration—apparently, dungeon resources varied by season. I hadn’t noticed the noise on the north side, but down here in the south, the townsfolk brimmed with energy. From morning till night, the streets echoed with lively chatter, and even a short walk to another room brought the warm scent of meals drifting from the hallway ahead.
As the only guest, I popped in briefly to the rooster market and the send-off parties on the streets. The south side lacked a designated men’s district, so I was the only man living among them.
As the only man, I received lavish attention at every gathering. They likened me to a crane among crows or a lotus in mud, heaping praise upon me. And so, little by little, the townsfolk started to recognize me.
At first, all the attention felt fun and flattering. But after a while, it began to wear on me, bit by bit.
After all, healthy women in ragged half-naked clothes crowded around me, showing their affection openly. Yet I dared not approach any of them.
Imperial Guards loomed like temple guardians, their stern glares keeping the townsfolk at bay.
And I myself had to keep my face hidden from them under a blindfold. Local custom dictated an unmarried man must keep his face hidden from women until the wedding ceremony.
I wondered how celebrities managed such restrictions.
Even as I struggled with these frustrating urges, I carried on with my daily life. Sometimes, the day’s tasks washed away those urges entirely.
The town’s vibrancy showed no trace of the war’s shadow. With changes expected next week, I was relieved my life here had stabilized beforehand.
”Ugh… so sleepy. A child’s body always wants to nap again right away…”
By this world’s standards, I was living a pretty lewd life. If a serious guy saw my daily routine, he’d probably scream in shock.
Today was an average day for me—just a plain, typical pattern. While I rummaged through my journal for ideas—something I’d started to kill time in the hospital— I figured I’d review my habits and tweak them a bit.
Each morning began at seven, lingering in the futon’s warmth before rising.
Guys would get this, but sometimes in the morning haze, your lower half wakes up before the rest of you does. It felt all tingly and restless, making it hard to settle.
From my mental list, I picked Maggot-san.
”Maybe I’ll fly today,” I thought.
Engaging my psionic ability…
Thump.
I dropped onto someone else’s bed. Well, more precisely, right on top of Maggot-san, who was sleeping there.
Her soft body cushioned my small frame with a gentle bounce. Some mornings she rose early; others she slept in after long shifts.
”Good morning. You’re here again today?” she said.
”You’ve come again this morning,” she added.
”Yeah,” I replied. She was awake today. She smelled wonderful even first thing, and in her thin nightclothes, she pulled me into a hug.
I propped my elbows on her soft breasts underneath me and gazed at her sleepy, half-lidded eyes. Her lashes still had bits of sleep crust—such a carefree, unkempt vibe.
”Hey, is it okay today too?” I asked.
”…”
”Sorry for always making you handle this. Just tell me if you ever get tired of it,” I said.
”No, this is my indulgence…. Ah…”
Kissing her, I freed her breasts and soon we were both bare beneath the covers.
”Mm…”
Our skin met as I explored her body without restraint.
”You always skip proper foreplay. But you get wet so fast, so it works out,” I said.
”Mm, ah…. Nn, nn!”
”You’re so cute, Maggot-san,” I told her.
”Why, Your Lordship… why, even though you’re not the real one, every morning this illusion feels so… ah, aa… nn, nn…”
Women here responded swiftly, driven by primal urges.
”Mornings feel good—the hole’s still kinda tight. Are you still half-asleep down there too?” I asked.
”Ah, nn. Nguh.”
”Like a dry mouth after sleep. Thoughts?”
Her arms tightened, enveloping me in softness.
”I wonder what I…”
”You’re soaked already. I’m gonna interfere now,” I said.
”Nna, aa… uu, inside, no, not yet…”
”Sorry. It feels better when you’re not fully ready—tighter and more exciting. Your insides are so warm and reassuring, Maggot-san,” I replied.
”Ah, ah… I love you.”
My penis sank slowly into her vagina. The tip parted her flesh gently, burying deeper bit by bit.
”I like you too,” I said.
”Aa. Ah, a…!”
As my words conveyed my affection, her body did too, and she melted into a sweet, dazed expression like sugar.
My rod felt like it was dissolving softly inside her. So warm, so good—it almost pulled me back to sleep.
”Nn, nnu. That’s good. Aa, aa…!”
I hugged her wonderful-smelling body tighter and thrust deeper.
Just as I reached the end, my tip touched her womb. My face ended up under her large breasts, so I twisted a bit awkwardly, sucking on them while rocking my hips back and forth over and over.
”Feels good. It feels amazing, Maggot-san. Thanks always,” I said.
”Ah, ah… Please, have mercy… again, again… nn! I adore you… but…”
Splash.
Splash.
I plunged back and forth inside her meaty depths many times. The folds wrapped around me, feeling incredible.
Maggot-san cried out over and over. In these early morning moments, she seemed a little off. Was she still sleepy?
She talked to me but didn’t really look at me. Maybe because she was a consciousness being. Still, this spaced-out side of her was cute in its own way. She’d be her usual self once daytime came.
Lost in sensation, I decided to finish within her.
”Maggot-san, I’m gonna come now,” I warned.
”Uu… I adore you, but ah, this, why am I…”
I rocked hard a few final times.
I sped up my hips, and right at the limit, I pressed my groin firmly against hers. The base of my penis clung to her damp, fuzzy outer lips, making wet sounds.
Splash.
Her body convulsed as my small child’s hips slapped against her.
Splat.
Spurt…
splat. Splat….
”Ah. Aa…”
Drip. Drip….
I could feel my semen pumping into her one spurt after another.
Once I’d emptied everything and felt satisfied, I pulled my penis out of her. As it came free, she jumped like a cork popping from a wine bottle.
Convenient, to say the least.
”Haa… that felt great. Thanks for the care today too,” I said.
The bed showed signs of our encounter, her hair spilling across the sheets.
Still, it was such a mystery. My Psionic Power should have been like a ghost with just a mind—no body at all. Yet every time I finished, I felt that deep satisfaction, like my balls were truly empty. Probably, at least this part of me transferred over as a real, physical thing.
After all, we could mix our saliva too, and I could even hurt someone if I wanted. Somehow, between me and the receiver, we could affect each other physically. But if I came on some random spot that had nothing to do with them, it evaporated and vanished right away. So, I still couldn’t interfere with anyone outside my list.
Lately, every time with Maggot-san went just like this. She was like a bathtub with jets—available at home twenty-four hours a day, always ready in an instant, letting me soak in warm water whenever I wanted.
No cleanup needed afterward, which made it super convenient. Honestly, I used her woman’s parts way more casually than if I handled things alone.
…Sex with someone you’re used to just doesn’t make you want to try hard, you know? To me, Maggot-san was like a footbath— I came when I felt like it, finished when I wanted, and left.
”Does Your Lordship like me?” she asked.
”Yeah, of course I do—a lot. That’s why I keep coming,” I replied.
”…I see,” she murmured.
”You’re weird. Anyway, time for breakfast, so see you later,” I said.
”To make me say such things… I’m such a coward…” she whispered.
”Hey, it’s just honest, so it’s fine. Though it is kinda unfair how you always come first, Maggot-san… isn’t it?”
I felt way more selfish than her, though. Morning Maggot-san stayed as mysterious as ever.
The big-breasted older sister groaned and covered her face with her arms. I left her there, looking all blissed out with her head hanging low, and flew off to the next spot.
Now, this was the office. When things got intense with Maggot-san, it took about an hour.
But if I just wanted to take care of my sexual desire quick, it wrapped up in five minutes. So, every time I came here, the situation varied a lot.
Morning sunlight streamed softly into the room.
Winter’s early light felt gentle and refreshing, lifting my mood as it painted colors on the furniture. Outside the window that caught the glow, the sea sparkled under the sunrise.
I reappeared in the office where two women worked. One was Yukari-san, the twin-tailed high school girl type.
Today, she had her trademark hair tied up energetically, and even this early, she faced her desk in a shirt-and-pants office lady look. The room stayed toasty from the stove’s clicking heat, so she worked comfortably in thin clothes. Her usual suit hung nearby, taken off.
The other was a woman I’d never seen before.
She had long black hair and a calm vibe. About the same age, but in the same Imperial Guard uniform, she gave off a more mature impression.
Who was she?
A fellow Imperial Guard, maybe. Oh well.
When I flew to Yukari-san’s spot, I practiced not syncing our senses on purpose. These sensations got shaky if she got startled or surprised, so I wanted to switch them off cleanly.
If I vanished completely, she wouldn’t notice me at all, letting me mess around one-sidedly. I called this switching to a hidden layer “invisible mode.”
I wandered around the two as they faced their desks.
”Yukari-chan, about this calculation…” the new one said.
”Let me see… Hmm, okay,” Yukari-san replied.
”Thanks.”
”Hey, over here— the food rations don’t add up,” Yukari-san pointed out.
”Did you apply the winter coefficient?” the other asked.
”Oh!”
”Hehe…”
They kept working diligently, chatting without noticing me at all.
The only sounds in the room were pens scratching and water bubbling on the stove. Their mugs probably held coffee—the warm steam rose in the quiet morning office vibe.
’My lower half still feels all sticky… Huh, what’s this?’
I spotted something unfamiliar on Yukari-san’s desk.
My voice didn’t reach them. I floated right up close, almost brushing her swaying twin tails.
’What is this? Seems familiar…’
Then, my eyes locked on the thing on her desktop.
I’d visited Yukari-san’s office a few times, but I’d never seen this before. Luckily, the mature woman voiced my question for me.
”…By the way, Yukari-chan, what’s that? It’s been there for a while,” she said.
”Oh, this?” Yukari-san answered.
On her desk sat a talisman labeled “No Evil Spirits Allowed,” plus a mini model of some Buddhist tool with forked ends—like a mystery prop. Probably goods to ward off bad luck, but I had no idea what it was called.
Her colleague eyed the weird object, and Yukari-san made a slightly annoyed face as she spoke in a dissatisfied tone.
”Lately, when I’m alone in this office, I get this… creepy feeling sometimes. Like, occasionally, it feels like someone’s touching me—gives me chills,” she explained.
The listener’s face twisted like she’d seen something bizarre.
”Yukari-chan, I didn’t know you believed in this stuff,” she said.
”I-I don’t believe it! Why would I?! It’s not scientific—it’s stupid!” Yukari-san snapped.
”Okay…”
”…B-But, well, just in case… I figured I’d keep it here. Y’know, for peace of mind…”
The mature older sister stared back at Yukari-san with a dumbfounded look. Clearly, she thought what happened to her was a ghost thing, and these items were her fix.
Huh, anti-evil-spirit stuff, huh?
So I’m the evil spirit? Heh.
That annoyed me.
Time for payback.
I grabbed Yukari-san’s twin tails hard.
Then I yanked them down to my lower half and rubbed my leftover semen into her hair. The drying stains wiped off onto her silky strands.
”Eek?!”
I scrubbed roughly, making her head jerk with a thud. Once my dick was all clean, I let go of her hair, now flecked with bits of love juice and semen.
’Yukari-san, how dare you treat me like an evil spirit…’
”W-Wait, suddenly my head feels so heavy…!” she yelped.
”Yukari-chan?” her colleague asked.
She panicked and looked all around.
But the office stayed peaceful and empty—just the two of them, as always. She spun in circles for a bit, checking wall stains and door cracks, but found no ghosts.
It was just a light scare, and soon Yukari-san calmed down.
”N-No, uh, it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired,” she said.
”Things have been busy lately. Can’t be helped with the war,” the other replied.
”…Sorry for the fuss,” Yukari-san muttered.
”Hehe, want a coffee refill?” her colleague offered.
”Yes, please.”
Yukari-san crossed her legs again and gulped down the last of her mug.
I waited for the perfect moment when she lowered her arm.
Now!
”Ah, and some snacks too—owww?!” she cried.
”Yukari-chan?!” the other gasped.
I shoved my hand quick into Yukari-san’s clothes. Without giving her a chance to guard, I pinched her nipple hard.
”It huuuurts! W-What is this?! My chest just started hurting out of nowhere!”
Squeeze.
I twisted the young, healthy nipple sprouting from her areola, right through her underwear. The firm, chewy feel was so fun.
Every time she swung her arm down, I followed and changed the pinch angle. Finally, I let go of the poor nipple, satisfied with my revenge.
’Feel my grudge now!’
Yes! I struck a blow at an enemy nation’s wartime office worker.
Yukari-san’s face went pale as she shook in shock. She clutched her chest with both hands, hiding the nipple I’d just pinched, her eyes wide in surprise.
”Eeeeek! What’s going on? I knew it—this office has something in it!” Yukari-san cried out.
”Yukari-chan!? Are you okay!?” her colleague asked in alarm.
”C-Come at me! I’ll prove ghosts don’t exist—I’ll show you!” she shouted.
Tears in her eyes, she glared at empty air and jumped up from her desk. Then she grabbed the talisman and Buddhist tool, waving them threateningly at nothing.
I ignored the whole scene and sent my mind flying to the next spot.
As my Psionic Power kicked in, the image of them making a huge fuss in the office faded away bit by bit. She might feel a little bad, but Yukari-san actually enjoyed the pain, so she’d be fine.
The next place was a collection room cluttered with all sorts of stuff.
Paulownia shelves reached to the ceiling, lined with carefully polished gadgets. The owner of this room was Trash-san.
”Good morning, Trash-san,” I said.
I appeared in normal mode, so she could see me clearly.
”Good morning, Young Master. Practicing your Psionic Power again this early?” she replied.
”Yeah, you’re my last stop,” I told her.
”That’s commendable. Consistency builds strength in everything. I’m proud to serve such a diligent master,” she said with a smile.
I dove straight into her chest with a soft puff.
”Young Master, please don’t do that…” she protested.
”Nnfuu, you smell so good,” I murmured.
Even now, she stayed so proper and didn’t allow much body contact.
Once I finished my Psionic Power practice, I always reported to Trash-san as a wrap-up. She was my morning trainer for it.
She’d advised me to include switching between normal and invisible modes during my flights. Thanks to the practice, I could now switch smoothly—even vanish and reappear right in front of someone.
”So… well, not semen, but my saliva or sweat seems consumable by the target. When that happens, it gets used up from my real body too. But stuff that lands on bedsheets or the ground vanishes instantly, and my body doesn’t lose anything then,” I explained.
”You tested it?” she asked.
”Yeah, with Maggot-san. Urinating inside didn’t work, though… A-Anyway, when I got back, my body felt all refreshed. There are a few exceptions,” I said.
”That woman again…” she muttered.
I reported every new discovery to Trash-san one by one. These talks often uncovered fresh facts.
Also, maybe because of my careless slips lately, things between Trash-san and Maggot-san had been getting worse bit by bit. Well, Imperial Guards from intelligence and active divisions never got along great anyway.
”To sum up, my mind-body can’t affect anyone but the target. But with them, I act almost like flesh and blood. Bites or scratches leave real marks,” I added.
”Fascinating. Could you pass items or supplies?” she wondered.
”Hmm, not sure. If someone was dying of thirst, maybe I could mouth-water and transfer it… Nah, probably not. My clothes and gear still have lots of unknowns,” I replied.
”Let’s test that starting tomorrow,” she suggested.
We nodded to each other. Repeating these useful exchanges helped me understand my Psionic Power deeper—and honestly, I enjoyed the process.
I planned to keep Trash-san as my behind-the-scenes advisor.
Well, amateurs get dazzled by flashy powers, so it’s no wonder. ‘I was the first to spot Young Master’s Psionic Power—oh dear…’ Yeah, that’d be annoying.
”By the way, Young Master. Did you visit Maggot this morning too?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
”Oh, sorry—running low on energy,” I said quickly.
”Please wait…”
”See ya,” I cut her off.
I flashed a bright smile at the prying Trash-san and shut off my Psionic Power. That was close…
I woke up on my bed. While my mind flew, my body stayed knocked out like fainting, so this was my second awakening of the day.
I’d used some energy and felt a bit drained, so I just spaced out. Overall, an hour was my limit for flying.
After about ten minutes, someone knocked on the room door.
I gave permission, and an old maid entered, pushing a wheeled service cart for morning prep. Like hotel room service—the top shelf held breakfast, the bottom my clothes for the day.
”Good morning,” I greeted.
”Good morning, young sir…” she replied.
When I said hello, the old maid’s wrinkled face lit up with real joy. Seeing her smile made me happy too.
I brushed my teeth, ate the not-so-tasty rations, and fixed my appearance myself afterward.
Maggot-san sometimes handled maid duties, but mostly when we were outside town or abroad. As an Imperial Guard accounting officer, she stayed busy.
People treated me like a king often, but I wasn’t really one, so I had only a few personal servants. For laundry or carrying me in a basket, I tossed jobs to trusted townsfolk from my own funds—to use Imperial Guard resources wisely.
Well, with the world’s chaos, misunderstandings happened easily. But really, they weren’t slaves—they needed private time too.
Even loyal retainers couldn’t work 365 days a year. I couldn’t run a black-company workplace.
Come to think of it, peeking into everyone’s rooms like this made me want to redecorate my private one…
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail.
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