“Ugh.”
Did I get too cocky with my stats?
I meant to wake up early, but it’s a bit late to prep for the trip.
Whatever. I nailed that urgent mission, so chilling’s fine.
Might as well meet the women I hypnotized in Dry Village.
That thought gets my shaft riled up. Guess I’m well-rested.
But Veil Noah’s still out cold, exhaustion lingering.
I nudge her blindfold; her eyelids twitch.
The examiner, sleeping soundly in my arms. That was unthinkable days ago.
I slip out of bed, head to the big bathhouse.
Hot water washes my b0dy, steam easing the morning chill.
Such a lazy start.
Back in the modern world, mornings were hectic.
Here? No shackles.
Do what I want, or don’t.
Not the most advanced place, but this world’s got its thrills.
Especially the beasts.
Having clear enemies like them is nice.
People fighting people is grim; slaughtering beasts is better for the head.
How did Bella find a world so perfect for me? Wild.
Even wilder: the other gods’ agents are women.
Can’t complain.
Maybe the Demon King’s a w0man too? I chuckle.
Nah, that’s too much coincidence.
“Master, why’re you giggling alone? Creepy.”
“Bella, when’d you get here?”
“Checking your plans.”
“Plans? Dunno. Grab food, then head out.”
“What do I tell the others?”
Bella plops down beside me, buck-naked.
Her confident pose screams, “Look if you dare.”
Classic Bella.
“What’s up with you?”
“Last night, Isti, Karen, and the girls hung out, chatting. Sad about not being chosen by you.”
“Chosen, huh?”
Her word choice cracks me up.
“Being in this castle means you’re all chosen.”
“More w0men, more jealousy. You’ve only got one b0dy.”
“You want me to choose you too?”
“…Ugh!”
Bella’s face twists. She hates answering, but my hypnosis forces it.
“Yeah, I was super bummed. Wish you’d called me for some rough s9x.”
“Got it.”
“This hypnosis sucks.”
Busted, Bella sinks to her shoulders in the water.
“More w0men, more jealousy. Harsh truth.”
“…”
She glances at me. “Gonna do it? S9x?”
“Nah, heading out to hold other w0men.”
“Master, you suck.”
“Once I leave Dry Village, it’ll be a while.”
“Hmph. Unchosen w0men, whatever.”
Bella pouts like a brat.
“They’re hot, but they’ve got roles here.”
“Not hot enough to drag along, huh?”
“Seeing the world so cynically doesn’t tire you out?”
“What? I’m a former goddess. Me, Bella, your standard of beauty. The girls here? Close, but not quite.”
“Pfft. Cocky s1ave.”
Goddess or s1ave, she’s confusing.
Sassy, but too pretty to hate.
And in s9x, she melts, begging for it. That’s lovable, I guess.
“…”
I splash water on her face.
“Pfft! What the hell?”
“Just felt like it.”
Brushing off the awkwardness.
“Gonna greet the villagers before leaving.”
“The trip?”
“Tomorrow morning. Noah’s handling it. We’ll talk over food.”
“Got it.”
Bella stands up.
“Where you going?”
“Huh? You’re hungry, right? Gonna prep lunch.”
“…”
I grab Bella, reluctant to let her go.
She flashes a cocky grin. “Can’t resist? Smitten by this goddess’s beauty?”
Giggling, she taunts me. I yank her down, dunking her head in the water.
“Gurgle!?”
“Stay still.”
“Blub! Gulp!?”
I pin her struggling head, sliding my c0ck into her pu$$y from behind.
Water sloshes as I force it into her tight hole.
Her resistance slows, bubbles rising. I tug her hair up.
“Gasp!”
Bella’s dazed, waterlogged.
“What the—Pfft!?”
I dunk her again, p0unding her pu$$y doggy-style.
She warms up fast, her pu$$y getting slick, taking my shaft easily.
I hold her head down until she squirms for air.
“Blub! Ugh! Gurgle!”
Even as she thrashes, I keep her pinned, her pu$$y gripping my c0ck tight.
I yank her up; she gasps, eyes half-glazed.
“Fire goddess drowning? That’d be hilarious.”
“Ugh, huff…!”
No mercy. I dunk her again, ramming her pu$$y hard.
I focus only on my release, using her pu$$y for my pleasure.
Water splashes, mixed with her muffled gulps.
Her pu$$y’s perfectly wet now, hugging my c0ck just right.
I let her up.
“Guh. Hic. Huff…!”
“Hurts?”
She nods frantically.
“As my pu$$y s1ave, you can take it.”
I shove her head deeper, p0unding her pu$$y, stirring her insides.
She flails, begging for mercy.
I don’t stop, railing her pu$$y until I’m at my limit. I yank her hair.
“Ahe~ Master…~”
“Like the water-t0rture s9x?”
“Too much. Anyone else, their lungs’d be flooded.”
“You love it, though.”
“Pfft!?”
I dunk her again, unloading my spunk into her womb.
Her hypnotized pu$$y thrives on being dominated, gripping me tighter.
I p0und fast, dumping my morning load into her.
“Phew…”
I pull out, standing.
Letting go, Bella’s upper b0dy floats up.
“I’m out.”
I leave the bathhouse without looking back.
Head to the dressing room, hoping for men’s cl0thes.
I bought stuff for the Black Forest trip with Karen—underwear, socks—but tossing them in storage without washing left me short.
Plus, my old cl0thes are for Noah.
Wearing just new boxers, I check the dressing room.
Men’s cl0thes. Nice.
Only my pu$$y s1ave Bella would’ve stocked them.
Good girl. Should’ve t0rtured her again.
No clue who made them, but Bella’s collected stuff from different eras—some modern-quality, clean finishes.
A Western suit catches my eye.
Heard once that suits are breathable, great for extreme places like deserts.
Dunno if it’s true, but modern tailoring’s gotta be better, right?
I try it on. Feels comfy.
Jacket and tie are there, but too stuffy. I skip them.
Just suit pants and a white shirt, sleeves rolled to elbows.
Black shoes on, I check the mirror.
Damn, I look good.
Haven’t dressed sharp since getting stabbed outside a convenience store.
The clothes I bought with Karen were super casual.
Makes this sharp look stand out more.
First time dressing up since arriving here?
Feeling kinda proud, I leave the dressing room.
“Who…!?”
Karen jumps, spotting me.
“Oh, Big Bro?”
“That bad, huh?”
Karen’s eyes go wide, then she snaps out of it. “No! Looks awesome. Super cool.”
“Bella grabbed some cl0thes from my old world. So I threw ‘em on.”
“Do all guys from your world wear that?”
“Not all, but it’s common.”
Karen circles me, curious, checking me out.
Feeling awkward, I grab her b00bs.
“Mmm.”
She’s shy but doesn’t pull away.
Even when I knead them, she stands straight, letting me.
Nice. Good girl.
“Done gr0ping, Big Bro?”
“Could do it all day.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Nope, dead serious.
Gotta find time to prove it.
My stomach growls hard.
“Where’s Isti?”
“Isti? Probably in her room.”
“Cool. Bring her to the dining hall in fifteen?”
“Sure!”
No point heading there now, so I go back to my room.
It’s empty.
Noah’s clothes are gone—must’ve returned to her room.
She even smoothed out the crumpled sheets.
“Hm?”
Something feels off.
Oh, my old cl0thes are gone. I promised them to Noah. Picturing her hugging them like treasure makes me grin.
I gaze through the transparent wall blocking the castle lord’s room, taking in the view.
Hmmm. I’m kinda bored. Wish someone would bring me a drink.
Bella can cook ingredients, but we need a pro chef.
Nice. Imagining livening up Eight-Colored Clam Castle pumps me up.
Time to head out?
I hit the dining hall.
Bella’s already in the kitchen, it seems.
Karen, Isti, and Noah are chatting.
Isti’s eyes widen when she sees me.
“Darling?”
“Told ya he’d surprise you,” Karen giggles beside her.
“What were you talking about? My outfit that weird?”
I pull a chair next to Veil Noah.
“Decal, you look like a different person,” she says.
“Even you, Noah?”
With only w0men in the castle, they’re bound to notice the one guy’s glow-up.
“Darling, it suits you so well,” Isti says.
Her praise makes me weirdly shy.
“Noah, I’m heading out tomorrow morning. Can you handle prep?”
“Yes. I’ll arrange a carriage.”
“Carriage? How long’s the walk?”
“Four days, even with minimal rest.”
“Four days…”
I glance at Isti. “How’d you get there so fast last time?”
“Space Leap. My spirit’s unrestricted outside,” she says calmly.
Karen and I know how insane that is.
I thought Salic was closer after seeing Isti’s trip. Big mistake.
“Noah, carriage it is.”
“Got it.”
“Today, everyone’s free to wrap up tasks or prep. Meet at the plaza tomorrow morning.”
“Cool.”
“What about you, Big Bro?”
“Gonna check out Dry Village. Karen, come with. Gotta split the Soul Stone cash.”
“Oh, yeah!”
Bella serves lunch from the kitchen.
Food’s damn good.
If she were consistent, I’d keep her cooking.
But there’s always a trap dish with her experiments.
Isti and I dodge it from experience, Noah’s sharp senses avoid it, and Karen ends up eating the weird stuff.
After eating, I head out of Eight-Colored Clam Castle with the three.
First stop: adventurer’s guild with Karen.