Chapter 9 Premonition of Prestige
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
As soon as the meeting ended and I got permission to leave, I ran straight to the hospital room where Maggot was resting.
Fortunately, she had already regained consciousness.
The worst had been avoided.
She’d been hit in the head with an iron lump.
If the impact point had been worse, she could’ve died.
Just thinking about it made my chest tighten.
”Hey, are you really okay? You’re not hiding anything? Nothing hurts?”
”Yes. No issues at all,” she replied calmly.
That was the tenth time I’d asked today.
Maggot tried to soothe me, but I’ve learned not to take her word at face value.
Head injuries can be tricky—people often don’t notice the signs.
And Maggot, like most Imperial Guards, tends to think that as long as I’m fine, nothing else matters.
They’re the type who’d rather endure pain themselves than worry their kind princess.
Then she apologized.
”The situation arose from my own lack of foresight. I sincerely apologize for dragging you into this.”
”No. I was the one who insisted on going. You’re not at fault, Maggot.”
A bandage wrapped around her head.
I just hoped it wouldn’t leave a bald spot later.
When she tried to get up from the bed, I hurried to stop her.
She hated the idea of lying down while I stood nearby.
”This is rust from my own body,” she murmured. “I should’ve stopped you. My apologies again.”
She countered my concern with another apology.
This woman really believed everything was her fault.
There it is again—someone who doesn’t understand what concern means.
I wanted to shout, Don’t apologize to an apology!
But she was injured. I held my tongue.
”And then you had to fix my mistake,” she continued, lowering her head. “I’m deeply ashamed.”
”Come on, nobody could’ve predicted how that crowd would react.”
I thought of Crybaby—the timid yet strong-willed girl who had surprised everyone.
After the incident, the town assembly gave up trying to control me and formally recognized the Imperial Guards as my protectors.
Of course, I knew they’d still keep an eye on me.
Even so, when my expression showed frustration, Maggot reached out and gently patted my head.
”…Sometimes, kind words only make the pain sharper,” she whispered.
Then she ushered me out of the hospital room.
Honestly? I was happy she patted my head.
I’m easy like that.
Still, I think she did it just to chase me off.
”Uh oh. My mind’s following my heart again,” I muttered.
Anyway, time to focus on school prep.
After Maggot was taken away, the waiting room nearly erupted.
She’d been bleeding from the head, unconscious. I hadn’t returned.
The Imperial Guards thought I’d been kidnapped.
They believed the town assembly meant to seize me under the guise of “protective custody,” cutting me off from them entirely.
If I could’ve believed that was for my own good, maybe I’d have accepted it—but I didn’t trust the town that much.
So when they tried to transport Maggot for treatment, the female guards refused to hand us over.
They argued—fiercely.
It was a miracle no one drew their weapons.
Most of the Guards present had opposed the summons from the start.
What frightened them most wasn’t disobedience—it was the fear that I might get hurt.
But standing against the town’s core officials carried real consequences.
Had they fought, their incomplete training would’ve ended in slaughter—or imprisonment.
Thank god it didn’t come to that.
When I stepped out of the partitioned hospital room, Cult Slut was waiting for me.
”That must’ve been terrible… for a male to go through something so frightening,” she said, face heavy with sorrow.
”Yeah…”
Her beautiful face twisted with pain, but honestly, I was already recovering.
Getting my head patted by Maggot had done wonders.
Still, the Imperial Guards seemed more worried about me than her.
It’s natural, I guess. Males avoid violence; they fear savage behavior.
Putting me in danger must’ve triggered every instinct they had to protect me.
”You should return to your room and rest,” she said softly.
”Yeah, I’ll do that. I’m exhausted. I don’t have to leave for school first thing tomorrow morning, right?”
”Of course not. You can delay your departure if you wish. After what happened, a timid male might lock himself away for days…”
Then a tall woman approached—an older sister type with sharp eyes.
I recognized her. The scary one who’d almost drawn her sword earlier.
”About that…” she started, voice casual but firm.
Cult Slut turned toward her. Despite their size difference, she didn’t flinch.
”What is it?”
”We talked it over in the Exploration Squad. We’re thinking the Young Master should stay in our room tonight. You get it, right? Just in case the town assembly hasn’t actually given up.”
”You mean a night watch? Still, a female staying in a man’s room past midnight is—”
”We don’t have much choice,” the woman cut her off. “The clerical group swore everything would be fine before—and look what happened.”
Cult Slut hesitated. “I-I did oppose it, technically.”
”You just said it was improper, that’s all. We’re talking rotation shifts, standing guard by the door. It’s not like anyone’s sharing a bed. So what’s the problem?”
”That’s obvious! Don’t say indecent things like that!”
The sharp-eyed guard smirked teasingly, and Cult Slut puffed up in anger, muttering something about my moral education.
I was a bit surprised, honestly.
I hadn’t realized Imperial Guards could act this casual.
Until now, I’d only met proper ladies and serious officials.
”B-besides!” Cult Slut snapped. “You scare people, C*mslut! If he can’t sleep, how will you take responsibility?”
”T-that’s got nothing to do with it!”
Huh. They’re really making this complicated.
I ran my hand along her curves.
The Imperial Guards usually wore a strange mix of jinbei-style clothes and crisp white uniforms.
No matter how you looked at it, it was an odd combination.
Still, even that couldn’t hide how striking her body was.
And now that I think about it—what kind of name is Cmslut* anyway?
Back in my world, that was the name of a fish-faced monster in an old game.
I wonder if this world has something similar.
”Hey, C*mslut, you and I… our bodies are really different, huh?”
”I train, after all. Males don’t usually like that, though.”
She sounded a little down. Probably self-conscious.
”Hey, C*mslut-san—”
”Just call me C*mslut.”
”Then, C*mslut… can I touch somewhere else too?”
”Wh-what!? W-well… if you must…”
I touched her waist, traced her toned stomach, and felt her firm chest through the fabric.
Even through her jinbei, her curves stood out clearly.
She was still wearing underwear, of course.
For the record, touching the butt or thighs would definitely cross the line—even in this world, those are considered sexual.
I kept my best mask of innocence on.
”No wonder Cult Slut’s been so worried about you…” I muttered under my breath.
C*mslut furrowed her brow.
Her face instantly turned fierce—menacing, even.
It wasn’t like being drawn to a woman’s body in the usual way.
It was more like petting a huge animal at the zoo—there was a strange, thrilling kind of excitement.
While I was “playing” with the scary woman, another night-watch guard poked her head in from the doorway.
”C*mslut, what are you doing~?”
That seductive voice—it was her.
C*m Bucket-san.
She’d come to check in.
She was the one I’d been most curious about since day one.
Not that we’d really talked before.
What made her stand out? Easy. She was… sexy.
The most sensual of all the Imperial Guards—like a sultry older sister straight out of a dream.
Of course, that’s just my impression. Nothing actually happened.
”The Young Master’s curious about women’s bodies, huh?” she teased.
”Well… is that true? You’re not just saying that because you wanted to touch her, are you?”
”It’s not like that!”
”Don’t scare him, C*mslut~,” she said gently.
Maggot had a large chest, but so did C*m Bucket.
Her build was leaner, less wild than Cmslut’s, but there was something graceful—and distractingly sensual—about her movements.
She was the kind of woman who probably had heart-shaped eyes by default.
There are women in the world who make you want to applaud just for existing.
Truly marvelous. Thank you for being born. The world’s a better place with you in it.
You’re a stranger, but here—take a thousand yen.
C*m Bucket was one of those women.
Every man, without exception, would agree.
Just her presence could make anyone feel ready to fight again.
Until I got sleepy, I let myself relax between the two of them—close enough to feel comforted, not close enough to be accused of harassment.
And to my surprise, C*m Bucket turned out to be a lot more grounded than I’d imagined.
When I asked them to dim the light, I started to drift off.
I could still hear the two of them whispering in the corner.
”See? He’s adorable, isn’t he? I was smitten the first time I saw him.”
”Don’t you think you’re getting too close?”
”Cult’s been hogging him for days. Who could even get turned on by someone this pure?”
”Well, I used to think we’d missed his cutest years… but he’s so precious…”
They took turns patting my head.
What the hell is this?
My hit points were recovering fast.
Were these two healers or something?
”Ah… I love you…”
”You heard that, right!? He said he loves us! The Young Master loves us!”
”He’s sleep-talking. Calm down, you’ll wake him.”
Wait—this is what the Imperial Guard is like?
I thought they were strict, hierarchical, maybe even bound by class.
More like knights and their liege, not friends.
No prince gets head pats from his knights. If one did, they’d be fired on the spot.
Then again, I often forget—they’re still teenagers.
Thinking back to my own youth, I can’t really blame them for being excited around the opposite sex.
If I’d met these ordinary, playful Guards before Maggot, my sense of chastity would’ve shattered.
Even if Cult Slut later gave me her lectures, I’d have brushed them off as empty preaching.
That was a close call.
The “Maggot derailment incident” could’ve turned into something on the scale of a failed nuclear test.
Just imagining it made me shiver.
In hindsight, my bond with Maggot was a miracle.
Being reincarnated into a reversed-chastity world, getting popular, losing control—
Hooking up with Imperial Guards until the town found out—
Getting used for politics, spraying affection everywhere like a sprinkler—
Believing it was for the best, spreading my “love” equally to both sides.
If things kept escalating, I’d probably have ended up sleeping with women from other regions and countries too.
More Guards, more rituals, my nerves hollowed out—
A power struggle over my motionless body.
That would’ve been that story—
The Legend of the Rare One Maggot once mentioned.
Once I understood how this world worked, I realized how destructive that kind of freedom was.
Education really does matter.
I silently thanked Cult Slut for her lessons.
”Ugh… I’m so glad…”
”Hey, he’s mumbling something.”
”Oh no… poor thing. Today must’ve been so traumatic for him…”
Their concerned voices sounded close.
I could feel both their breaths near my face.
”Sh-should we call a doctor?”
”Shhh. It’s almost shift change. Trash and Flatty will be here soon.”
”But still…”
”You’ll see him again tomorrow.”
”Right! We should stay all night—just the four of us!”
”…Come on, let’s go.”
Their footsteps faded, and after a moment, I heard the sound of someone new entering for the next rotation.
Whoever it was, she didn’t come near me.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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