Chapter 47: H@rem Is Always Right I

“We both can use Space Leap now, right? What do we do next?”  

Isti listens to me and leisurely crosses the dojo, placing her hand on the thickest wall at the innermost part.  

“Cross over this wall.”  

Karen’s face turns pale. She must be imagining something unpleasant.  

Unlike the wall near the entrance where Karen was stuck yesterday, that wall is thick enough to serve as the castle’s insulation.  

I’ve never checked if this castle was built according to proper architectural design and physical laws, but in the worst case, it could end up imprisoning oneself.  

“Trust the spirit. Leaping is something you do with the spirit. If it seems like the user’s life is directly in danger, the leap won’t happen in the first place.”  

Isti encourages us, who are feeling timid.  

Karen barely nods.  

“Uh, yeah.”  

“Good. If we pass through, we pass the test?”  

“Yes. Go over this wall, get outside, and then come back to the training ground.”  

“I’ll go first.”  

I am confident.  

Because I already built a trusting relationship with the spirit in the forest where orcs appeared in large numbers.  

Even looking at the thick wall, I’m not scared. I can do it. Right?  

I focus on the spirit core, create a leap point in front of the wall, and a landing point on the other side, then dive in as if diving.  

Whoosh!  

“Ugh!”  

I didn’t run fast, but a strange inertia makes me roll on the floor.  

I quickly get up and look around.  

It’s outside the castle. The Space Leap was successful!  

“All right!”  

What, it’s easy once you learn it!  

If I leap back to the training ground, I pass. Feeling confident, I look at the wall and prepare to leap.  

But then, something bothers me, and I stop.  

I feel fine, but it seems like the spirit core is not in good condition.  

Since the spirit doesn’t show it, I have to observe and sense it only by feeling…If I leap like this, won’t I fail?  

Isti said that Space Leap is a technique that uses the spirit’s MP.  

Conveniently, outside is the outdoors that the wind spirit likes the most, with a pleasantly blowing breeze.  

“Shall I rest a bit?”  

I call the spirit core into my hand and decide to sit and rest.  

It’s like a pet in this way. It doesn’t fawn or express its intentions, but since it’s deeply connected to my consciousness, I feel a strong bond.  

As I sit and rest like that, Karen pops out from the wall.  

“Ah!”  

Karen splendidly dives into my arms.  

“Oh, Big Bro. Are you hurt?”  

“Is this a new way of seduction?”  

I hug Karen tightly. The feeling of our b00bs touching is wonderful.  

“It was just an accident. Big Bro, you think about that all day?”  

Karen primly pushes my arm away and stands up.  

“You’ll regret dawdling. I’ll leap right away and pass.”  

“Wait…”  

Isn’t Karen’s spirit unskilled like mine?  

As expected, Karen creates a leap point, jumps, and hits the wall.  

Ouch, that must hurt.  

“Ugh, ugh…”  

“She almost got stuck in the wall again.”  

“W-why did I fail?”  

“It seems like it doesn’t work when the spirit is tired. If you tried it yesterday, you should know.”  

“I think Isti had this in mind when she told us to come back.”  

“Ugh! I-I knew that.”  

Karen pretends to be strong.  

Even if she competes with me… She doesn’t still think I’m aiming to be a hero, does she?  

No, wait, once you pass, you can’t just quit, right?  

“Sit here.”  

I make Karen sit next to me.  

“What if I go to the hero academy? There must be many talented kids there.”  

“Of course. Those selected to be in the hero’s party are among the top five in the kingdom.”  

Hearing that makes me curious.  

“Big Bro, are you really going to give up the candidate qualification?”  

“You heard what the examiner said. If you get the qualification, you have to go to that academy, right?”  

“That’s probably about the entrance exam. If you don’t want to, you can withdraw.”  

“Hmm. What should I do?”  

Once I get there, I might change my mind.  

Rather than just withdrawing, maybe I should give it a try…  

Besides, it’s not just any academy; it’s the hero academy. Isn’t it where the most talented young people in the kingdom gather to hone their skills?  

“The Eight-Colored Clam Castle is too big. It might be good to have more women.”  

“…Are you going to kidnap them?”  

“What do you think I am?”  

“Just kidding. But Big Bro, you can’t lay hands on the students.”  

“Of course… I have to make them come to me on their own.”  

“By persuading them? Well, if it’s something like that, it’s fine.”  

Persuasion, yes.  

They just won’t be able to refuse. 

Anyway, let’s think about the academy after overcoming the wall in front of us.  

Both in the physical and abstract sense.  

The moment I overcome this wall, I can say I’ve obtained Isti’s unique skill.  

It’s a step towards becoming stronger.  

“I’ll go first.”  

I stand up, walk to the wall, set up the leap point, and create the landing point on the other side of the wall.  

Though I can’t see it, I check carefully by feeling to ensure there’s no error.  

I step onto the leap point.  

Whoosh.  

“Ugh!”  

It seems unavoidable that my body staggers when landing.  

To do it neatly like Isti, I probably need more proficiency.  

“How was it, Isti?”  

“It was excellent. Correctly assessing the spirit’s condition is a consideration that a spirit master must not forget.”  

“Hmm.”  

(Intimacy has increased)  

The spirit core seems happy.  

Following that, Karen arrives.  

“Waah!”  

She almost falls onto me again, but this time I catch her with my arms first.  

“Th-thank you.”  

“Are you doing it on purpose?”  

I touch Karen’s b00bs.  

“If I could control it well enough to fall onto you on purpose, I wouldn’t be nervous. Wait… don’t touch me lewdly…”  

“Ahem.”  

Isti clears her throat.  

“Karen, you did well.”  

“When using Space Leap, don’t be overconfident just because your own condition is good. Always be aware of the spirit’s condition.”  

“Yes! Isti. If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have learned this quickly. Thank you.”  

Karen clings to Isti.  

Unaccustomed to physical contact with a same-sex friend, Isti stiffens and doesn’t know what to do.  

“It’s because both of you worked hard.”  

Worked hard? Honestly, I was just playing around having s9x to get pregnant.

Isti is truly remarkable. One glance at her spirit core reveals it all. It’s not about size; the core isn’t particularly large, but the difference is palpable. Its density is on another level. I can’t even begin to imagine the countless hours of dedication it took to acquire such a powerful spirit.

Moreover, Karen and I were fortunate enough to receive wind spirits of our own. We were guided to swiftly master the art of perceiving spirits. The journey to this point would typically span several years, even by the most conservative estimates, but Isti has remarkably accelerated our progress.

“Shall we go the dungeon now?” I ask.

“Only if we can further minimize the margin of error through repetitive training,” Isti replies. “Karen, you leaped 3 meters off the mark, and darling, you were 2 meters off, either overshooting or falling short of the intended landing spot.”

“Alright, Karen, let’s do this together. If you get stuck, I’ll be there to help,” I offer.

“Big Bro, if I get trapped in this wall, I might not make it…” Karen’s voice trembles with concern.

I gaze at the wall, contemplating the best approach.

“No, you could embed just your torso in the wall, leaving your lower body and face exposed,” I suggest.

“Who in their right mind would do that!?” Karen exclaims.

“By hurling yourself backward during the leap!” I explain.

“I refuse!” she retorts.

Our exchange amuses Isti, who bursts into laughter.

“Isti! Did you hear what Big Bro said? If I end up buried, you’re the only one who can save me,” Karen appeals.

“Perhaps if you ask the spirits for assistance, they’ll ensure you’re buried just perfectly,” Isti teases.

“Big Bro, are you trying to get me buried?!” Karen accuses.

“No, I’m merely exploring the possibilities,” I clarify.

“Ahaha,” Isti’s laughter rings out, a rare and delightful sound. She doubles over, clutching her stomach, and shyly covers her mouth with her hand.

Karen beams, her face alight with satisfaction. “Big Bro’s bizarre suggestions are making Isti laugh,” she observes.

“Maybe she’s picturing you hilariously embedded in the wall,” I counter.

“Pfft. Enough, my sides are splitting. I’ve never laughed this hard before,” Isti manages between giggles.

“Actually, Big Bro might be the one to get stuck. And when that happens, I’ll be right there, laughing in your face!” Karen threatens playfully.

“If I do get stuck, will you reward me with a b00b job?” I tease.

“W-What on earth are you talking about?!” Karen stammers, flustered.

As I step closer, she lets out a yelp, shields her b00bs with her arms, and swiftly leaps over the wall to escape.

“Oh, trying to escape, are we?” I call out, leaping after her and tackling Karen playfully.

“Does my little snatch-s1ave think she can run away?” I whisper teasingly.

“Ah~ Stop fondling my b00bs~ We’re supposed to be training seriously,” she protests weakly.

I wrap my arms around her from behind, kneading her ample b00bs while licking her ear.

“For your defiance, every time the space leap is off cooldown, you’ll entertain me. You can manage that, can’t you?” I propose.

“Fine~” she acquiesces, her voice breathy.

Training is turning out to be quite enjoyable. 

With Isti overseeing, Karen and I dedicate ourselves to enhancing the accuracy of our space leaps. After two intensive hours, my spirit’s efficiency has improved remarkably, allowing it to execute two consecutive leaps without strain. I attribute this progress to Karen’s magnificent b00bs. 

Each time I perform a leap, I find myself attached to Karen, obsessively caressing her b00bs. It’s the perfect way to while away the time.

“Ugh. Oh~” Karen m0ans softly.

“Mm. I could spend an entire day fondling these b00bs and never tire of it,” I murmur.

“You’ve been at it for hours… have some mercy~” she pleads.

“But today marks the end of our special training. Don’t you think it’s a shame to stop now?” I coax.

“The last day… you’re right. Mm~ Ah~” she concedes, her voice laced with pleasure.

I grip her b00bs firmly, molding them with my hands.

“Though, since this is the Eight-Colored Clam Castle, I can visit anytime. Still, it’s about time I attended to matters outside,” I remark, continuing to squeeze her b00bs as if milking them.

“Ugh. Release my b00bs and speak properly~ Big Bro, it’s time for another leap,” she reminds me.

“Already? Head to the other side first. Let me indulge a bit more,” I request.

“Again? You’re incorrigible…~ Be thankful I’m your snatch,” she says with a mix of exasperation and affection.

“I am, truly,” I assure her, giving her rear a firm slap.

“Off you go.”

With a graceful space leap, Karen vaults over the wall.

“Darling,” Isti calls softly, her gaze fixed on me with a hint of trepidation.

“Yes?” I respond.

“On this final day… who will you choose to be with?” she inquires.

“Hmm, who indeed…” I muse aloud, though in truth, I plan to be with both, so the choice is inconsequential.

Isti, perhaps fearing exclusion, steps closer and wraps her arms around me naturally. I lean in, capturing her lips in a passionate k!ss, our t0ngues dancing together.

“Haum, mm~ Slurp~” she m0ans into the k!ss.

“Imagine the fun of having you watch while I have s9x with Karen,” I tease.

“I’ll cry if you do that,” she warns, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

“Are you jealous?” I ask, a smile playing on my lips.

“Yes, I am. My b00bs too…” she confesses, taking my wrist and placing my hand on her chest.

I had momentarily forgotten how voluptuous Isti is by conventional standards. Her b00bs are soft and yielding, fitting perfectly in my palm—a delightful handful.

“I want you to touch them, darling,” she whispers.

“Why would I ever refuse? I’ll hold both of you close tonight,” I promise.

Isti gazes up at me, her face radiant with happiness.

“Darling, I love you,” she declares.

“And I love you,” I reply, sealing our words with another lingering k!ss.

“Let’s practice a few more leaps and then head to dinner together,” I suggest.

“Alright,” Karen agrees.

Having grown accustomed to the technique, I effortlessly leap over the wall. Karen stands there, looking a bit uneasy.

“You and Isti were getting cozy, weren’t you?” she accuses.

“How did you figure that out?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Just moments ago, you were all over my b00bs like that,” she points out.

Karen embraces me, pressing her ample b00bs against my chest—a blatant yet effective move.

“On this final day, you’ll make love to me and get me pregnant too, right, Big Bro?” she asks, her eyes pleading.

She’s posing the same question as Isti did earlier. Is it some sort of feminine intuition? They seem to know exactly when to vie for my attention, taking turns to cling to me. Being in the position to choose is sheer bliss, I must admit.

“I’m not sure. I’ve fondled them so much already, I might be over it…” I tease.

“Oh, come on! You couldn’t keep your hands off them because you love them, and now you say that?” she retorts.

“Maybe I should claim that touching them through clothes didn’t give me the full experience…” I jest.

“Ugh!” Karen huffs, stepping back and boldly lowering her top.

She crosses her arms, accentuating her b00bs, and presents them to me with a challenging gaze.

“H-How about now?” she stammers.

My hands are irresistibly drawn to her b00bs, kneading them with relish. The feel of her buds grazing my palms is exquisite.

“Perfect. Tonight, let’s all three of us be together. These b00bs are truly timeless,” I declare.

Karen arches her back, making the exploration of her chest easier for me.

“I make sure to keep up with my strength training. There’s not an ounce of flab on me,” she boasts.

“So, are these b00bs your crowning glory, Karen?” I inquire.

“W-Well, not exactly, but seeing how enamored you are with them, I’ve come to appreciate having large b00bs for the first time,” she admits.

“And before?” I prompt.

“They were a nuisance—causing shoulder pain and hindering me in combat,” she confesses.

I recall asking her something similar when we first met, and clearly, she wasn’t being entirely truthful then. It makes sense; such assets would indeed be cumbersome in battle. Yet, for intimate moments, they are unparalleled.

“As my exclusive snatch, it’s fine to take pride in them. Next time someone inquires, you can introduce them as your proud b00bs, a testament to being my exclusive snatch,” I suggest playfully.

“……”

I expect a reprimand, but Karen merely blushes, silently observing as I continue to caress her b00bs.

“As if I could ever say that, you fool,” she finally murmurs, her tone bashful.

After savoring the moment a while longer, Karen speaks up.

“Let’s do a few more leaps and then go grab some food, shall we?”

“Sounds great! I’ve been loving the meals Bella prepares lately,” I enthuse.

“Indeed,” she agrees.

It’s become routine, but Bella’s culinary skills have advanced leaps and bounds with each passing meal. Now, dining is an event I eagerly anticipate. 

I wonder if Isti, her teacher, takes pride in her progress. With thoughts of tonight’s menu dancing in my head, I make my way to the dining hall.

However, upon arrival, I find the dining table in a state of unexpected disarray.

(Goblin: I’ve changed the tone of speech a bit, tell me if this seems better or I should stick to the previous one.)