People passing by pause, whispering with their companions.
I notice.
Some men crane their necks, staring at the plaza, curious about what’s happening.
I have a vague guess why.
Today, three w0men I promised to meet are here in the plaza.
The first to catch my eye is an elf with long, platinum hair swept to the side. Her clear blue eyes and pretty face give off a mystical, otherworldly vibe.
Next to her stands a red-haired girl, arms crossed under b00bs as big as her head. Her hair’s tied back with a yellow ribbon matching her eyes. Thick thighs, b00bs spilling out, white stockings—she’s walking s9x appeal.
If Isti’s quiet and serene, Karen’s the opposite, bursting with energy that makes you chatter.
Last, our Iron Wall Examiner with her blindfold stands like a shadow, habits of stealth ingrained. She stays in the blind spot, diverting attention to the other two, silent as a ghost.
Probably why no man dares approach.
Her nun-like cl0thes cover her b0dy, but the thin fabric reveals her feminine curves if you look closely. Blindfolded, head slightly bowed, yet her expression suggests she knows I’m coming.
With Veil Noah, I trust she’d uncover any secret someone hides.
But why the blindfold?
Last time, her eyes seemed fine—vivid blue, like gems.
When Noah turns her head my way, the other two follow.
“Big Bro~!”
Karen, who’d been standing impatiently, beams and rushes over.
“Did you wait long?”
“Nah! Just got here.”
“Decal.”
I lock eyes with Isti, sharing a light k!ss.
“Noah. Is the carriage ready?”
“The driver’s waiting at the east gate.”
“Cool. Let’s go?”
“Yeah!”
“Four days on foot, two by carriage, right?”
“Yes. One night, two days. I prepared camping gear, food, and spare cl0thes, though you didn’t ask.
Enough for the driver. We’ll stay at the Eight-Colored Clam Castle.”
Karen’s eyes sparkle, voice excited.
“Wow, carrying a place to rest like that? So cool! Would’ve been handy in the Black Forest.”
“Why? I liked it. You and me, cramped tent, rubbing up for s9x…”
“The other two can hear!”
Karen glances around, flustered, but doesn’t pull away from my side.
She’s glued to me now, like it’s natural.
“So what? You’re clinging like my girlfriend already.”
“…”
Karen and I sneak a glance at Isti.
“I think that’s Karen’s role. I’m not the cuddly type. If Darling’s happy, I’m good.”
“True. Pleasing me is a c0ck house’s job.”
I wonder if Karen’ll protest, but she presses her b00bs against my arm, fearless.
“I agree. I can’t beat Isti’s beauty, so I’ll make up for it with my b0dy.”
“…”
The weight, the softness against my arm.
I want to ditch everything, pin Karen down, and fondle those b00bs all day.
We head toward the east gate where the carriage waits.
“Big Bro, what’s the capital like? Curious?”
“Kinda wonder how it looks.”
Honestly, I’m not thrilled.
Coming from a mega-city, a kingdom’s capital with maybe ten million people feels small.
But that’s not what matters.
“I’m stoked for the Hero Academy. Bet it’s packed with sharp, lively youngsters.”
Noah, walking ahead, smirks.
“Melbrit’s the kingdom’s pride. You’ll be impressed. It’s a cutthroat place, sifting gems from stones daily.”
“Sounds like a hassle. Heroes are that big a deal? The kingdom’s obsessed.”
“Yes. The kingdom’s administration and economy revolve around training talent at the Hero Academy. History shows one prodigy in a thousand outweighs trained soldiers against the Demon King’s army.”
“Hm. Still haven’t settled things with the Demon King, though?”
“No. Centuries of heroes, yet the fight’s ongoing. Crises came, but now, thanks to Hero Belisa, it’s a stalemate between demons and human humans.”
So, it’s peaceful, kinda.
The war drags on, but neither side’s going all-out.
Maybe that way’s better.
A final showdown could shatter one side, and even if humans win, no guarantee of a rosy future.
“East gate’s up ahead.”
We watch Noah talk to a border from a step back.
“Your party?”
“Yes.”
“You’re clear.”
Outside, a carriage waits, as Noah said.
Never seen one before—it looks flimsy compared to cars.
“I’ll take the front carriage. If anything happens, I’ll signal.”
“We take the one behind?”
“Yes. It’s wide enough for three.”
I wish Noah’d ride with us.
Isti’s close, Karen’s practically fused to me. But Noah keeps her distance, I wonder why.
As if she reads my mind, Noah says, “Your smell… I’m sensitive to it. In a cramped space, I’d beg you for it.”
“Fine by me.”
“No way. I’d be ashamed facing you two.”
Got it.
Noah’s worried she’d lose control and beg in my arms, so she stays back.
Avoiding desire’s trigger altogether.
Smart, disciplined restraint…it’s her style.
But that restraint’s just a flimsy latch.
If I just walk up and hug her, Noah’s restraint would crumble.
She seems to guess my dirty thoughts, stepping back.
“I’ll tell the driver to start.”
I help Isti and Karen into the rearmost carriage, then climb in.
It’s spacious, enough for five.
Karen sits beside me, Isti across.
“Pretty comfy. Is that normal for carriages?”
Karen shakes her head.
“Nope, most are cramped for two. This one’s fancy. Noah hooked us up.”
“Never rode one,” Isti says.
“First time for you too?”
Guess it makes sense. She’s got feet faster than horses.
Isti’s sitting all stiff, kinda cute, tense like it’s her first ride, reacting to every sway.
My a$$ might ache after a while, but it’s fine.
I wonder—could we use the Eight-Colored Giant Clam here, let the carriage haul it to the capital?
Sleep inside, wake up there. Easy.
But what if someone in this world messes with the clam while we’re in it?
We’ve only used it in safe spots like Water and Grass Inns, so I feel uneasy.
Gotta ask Bella tonight.
“Village is fading, Big Bro,” Karen says.
I liked that place, but oddly, I’m not nostalgic.
I feel lucky to meet w0men like Karen, Isti, Noah, but I expect more.
I want a w0man who sparks even better inspiration.
I wanna use hypnosis.
Playing the eager student next to Karen sounds fun.
“Isti, you said you’ll teach at Melbrit. Got plans?”
“Yeah. I’m qualified, just need the committee’s majority vote.”
Isti’s a sure bet.
Aside from Bella’s skills, everything I know came from her.
An elf who once hated humans, now teaching them? That’s a huge shift, an adventure.
“Are you nervous? Feeling anxious?”
“Not sure. I wonder if I’ll do well.”
“Tell me if any boys throw flirty vibes.”
I say this while groping Karen’s b00bs next to me.
“Big Bro, you’re the one groping my b00bs right now.”
“Not flirting. Just checking my c0ck house’s condition.”
Isti gives a faint smile.
“I know your specialty, Decal, but I can handle that myself.”
“Your specialty?”
Isti clams up, maybe thinking I don’t want it revealed.
Just never had the right moment to tell Karen.
No active suggestions on her, so blurting it out’s tricky.
Isti’s under my strong hypnosis, but with Karen, I’ve only teased with hypnosis release.
She’s pure now, except she thinks s9x for pregnancy during training is normal. Her training’s going smoothly, though.
Should I drop some hints?
“Karen, I can use hypnosis.”
“Hypnosis?”
“Wanna see? Got a leather strap?”
“Uh, yeah, bought one.”
I pull a gold coin from my stash, tie Karen’s strap to it, and dangle it.
“Focus on the coin’s swing.”
“Oh, I know this!”
“Looking at it feels relaxing.”
“Mmm…”
Karen locks onto the swaying coin.
“Let your b0dy relax, chill.”
“Mmm.”
“Drift off, nice and calm…”
“…”
Karen closes her eyes as I say.
I pocket the coin and gently k!ss her lips.
“Ah…!”
She snaps awake.
“How’s that? K!ssing hypnosis.”
“Fake! Hypnosis, my a$$. If a stranger tried that, I’d punch ‘em.”
“It works when it works. I just hypnotized you. You can’t resist k!ssing me now.”
I close the gap and k!ss her again.
Lips meet, mouths open, t0ngues tangle passionately.
Karen, eyes glazed, lets out needy breaths, taking my saliva into her m0uth.
As we break the deep k!ss, a thread of spit lingers.
“Like I’d ever resist,” she says, blushing shyly.
My hand on her wa!st keeps kneading her b00bs.
“Big Bro.”
“Yeah?”
Karen, who’d been playing coy, suddenly pulls her cl0the down, exposing one raw b00b, bud and all.
Just half, but the presence is overwhelming.
“Wanna touch it raw?”
“You’re a true c0ck house.”
“Knew you’d love it.”
No chance of boredom.
As the carriage rolls along, I toy with Karen’s b00bs, sucking and nibbling to pass the time.
Only b00bs this big and firm hit like this.
“You like it that much…?”
I fondle so intensely, Karen looks embarrassed.
Until Dry Village is just a speck, gone.
Better than a smartphone for killing time.
“Big Bro, keep that up, and my panties are done for…”
Karen’s flushed, pleading.
Should I just do it here? Might bug the driver, but if we keep it low-key…
As I mull it over, the carriage stops.
“Huh?”
What’s up?
I peek out—front carriage halted.
Something’s up.
Bandits in broad daylight? Nah, not that.
Another caravan’s lined up opposite, loaded with cargo.
“What’s going on, Big Bro?”
“Arguing over who passes first? Oh, Noah’s coming.”
Noah talks to the driver, then heads over to explain.
I open the carriage door.
“Noah, what’s the deal?”