Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Black Wolf Mercenary Group - 4
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The best thing about a watchtower was securing a wide field of view from a high vantage point. There was nothing better for surveillance.
"We can make it pretty easily by using some of the barriers in front of the house."
"You do large-scale projects like this as if it's nothing?"
"Yeah. Usually I do it with Uncle Tom, but he's working at the watermill right now. Leon, let's just do it the two of us."
"You think we can? I haven't really done stuff like this much."
"It's not hard. Just do what I ask."
Leon looked burdened, but there was no need for that.
I'd experienced it plenty in the military—work like this taught you as you went.
"Cut that lumber to this size with the saw."
"Like this?"
"Oh, nice. Now stack them neatly and let's carry them over."
"Ugh, it's heavy..."
"Ah, sorry. Give the heavy stuff to me."
"Sian, you really are a powerhouse."
"Not that much."
Compared to Tom, our pace was slower, but Leon was quick on the uptake, so it didn't take as long as I'd feared. What was odd, though, was how weaker he was than I'd expected.
"Leon, you need to work out a bit."
"Eep?"
When I touched his forearm, a shrill squeak escaped him. He was overreacting.
"You've got good stamina, but your muscle strength is kinda lacking."
"W-well, you see..."
"I get it. It's 'cause meat's hard to come by."
I hadn't realized it before coming to the village, but getting meat in this era was no joke.
Most people never even thought of hunting in the Dark Forest like I did.
"Exercise and eat some meat, and you'll bulk up fast."
"Got it..."
"But don't push yourself. Everyone's body is different, so it varies."
"Mm..."
Leon averted his gaze, probably embarrassed by his flushed face, as he answered.
"Sian, big bro, time to eat."
We'd made some progress when my lovely wife came running with a basket in her left hand.
I hugged her tight.
"You didn't have to come yourself."
"I missed you."
"Thanks, Chloe."
I kissed her forehead.
Leon cleared his throat awkwardly at our display of affection and pointed to the basket.
"Ahem, Chloe, what's in the basket?"
"Sandwiches. For lunch."
"Thanks. I'll dig in."
The sandwiches were straightforward.
Typical fare with smoked ham and fresh veggies.
But because Chloe had made them with such loving care for me, they tasted better than any I'd ever had.
"These are delicious, Chloe."
"Glad they suit your taste."
"Ugh..."
Leon finished eating first, apparently unable to stomach watching his little sister and brother-in-law's PDA.
"Sian, we're done eating, so let's get back to work."
"Bro, already? Can't we rest a bit? Sian's been working since the crack of dawn."
"Crack of dawn? You can do that?"
"???"
Leon stared at me like I was some kind of monster for starting work at dawn.
Was it weird to get up early and work?
"You, last night too, that thing..."
"What thing?"
"N-nothing. Anyway! If you're tired, let's take a break."
"I'm not tired. Don't worry about it."
"I'm tired. I barely slept last night."
"Really? Guess your bed doesn't agree with you. I'll check it later."
"N-no, it's fine! Don't bother!"
"Huh? Okay."
So we took a short break, and Leon dashed off to his room. Probably to catch a quick nap.
"Guess I'll get back to it then."
I didn't need the rest—my stamina was ridiculous, so I barely felt fatigued.
Plus, the watchtower was for the village's safety, so the sooner, the better.
But Chloe wouldn't let me work.
"No way, honey."
"Huh?"
"Rest a little."
"Chloe, this is..."
"Rest."
I swallowed hard at my wife's pleading tone.
"Alright."
And so, Chloe and I headed to our bedroom.
...
Back in my past life as a non-com, a close squad mate once told me something.
If a husband and wife have great chemistry, just being together sets them ablaze.
I didn't get it back then—I have no idea how many kids he had—but now I understood what he meant.
Chloe and I were burning up just from being together.
"Mmmph, slurp, feels good?"
"Yeah, amazing."
As always, Chloe lavished my cock with her small mouth and hands. But today was different—we were doing this while the sun was high in the sky.
It was risky with family around, but Chloe didn't care. She served me as my woman.
It showed just how much she craved me.
"Chloe!"
"Mmmph!!"
Her increasingly skilled tongue work made my hips tremble. I came in her mouth soon after.
She showed me the milky fluid pooled on her tongue.
Gulp.
"I ate your seed, honey."
She'd swallowed my cum, just as I'd taught her.
"Good girl."
"Hehe."
I stroked her hair, and she beamed, blushing. I pulled her close and started sucking her huge breasts.
"Ah! Honey, that tickles."
"Just a little playtime."
"Honestly~ You love my boobs so much."
"'Cause they're the best."
Honestly, just fondling Chloe's breasts melted away all my stress.
It felt like floating on clouds. Just being like this made me happy.
Chloe stroked my head in return.
"Don't overdo it, honey."
"I'm not."
"I heard. Mercenaries from the earl might raid us."
"Don't worry. No one will touch my family."
"I know. I trust you. But please hear this."
Chloe hugged me as she spoke.
"I want you safe too, honey."
"Of course. I promised. I'll make us happy, no matter what."
"Honey..."
Touched by my words, Chloe's eyes welled up.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
We shared a brief kiss, then started making love right there.
This position, holding each other tight, made me feel even closer to her emotionally.
"Ahhn, honey!"
Creak creak.
The bed's joints were wearing out, starting to squeak louder and louder.
But Chloe and I ignored the noise and kept loving each other.
I worried Leon might hear from his room, but I didn't care. Couples loving each other was natural. If he had complaints, he should just get married sooner.
"Chloe, I'm about to cum!"
"Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me with your seed!"
Excitement peaking, I thrust hard, and Chloe matched me perfectly. Like we couldn't get enough of each other.
And so, I poured my seed into my wife once more.
Of course, that wasn't the end. We kept at our passionate lovemaking, and Chloe's desire for me grew ever more seductive.
...
Somehow, we finished the watchtower that same day. Not because we worked extra hard—village youths with time to spare pitched in.
"Thank you. Carlson, right?"
"Yes. I ended up as militia captain—more than I deserve."
According to Tom, Carlson could handle a sword decently.
Thanks to that skill, he'd even been a squad leader in the war.
Not bad for a rural village lad.
"I've taken your words to heart too."
"Mercenaries raiding nearby villages?"
"Yes. I have a friend named Johnson."
"His name's Johnson?"
"Huh? Yeah. He's got a sharp personality and good instincts. He said the same as you—someone's tailing us."
"I see. So that's why you believed me."
"There's more."
"More?"
"Yeah. Rumor right after the war: slave trading's the hot topic among mercenaries."
"Slave trading?"
"Slave business is booming these days. Everyone's jumping on it."
A murderous aura rose involuntarily at his words.
It wasn't just vengeful raiders—they planned to trample our family's dignity with human trafficking.
Carlson felt the same; he gripped the longsword I'd given him tight.
"I've got a wife and sisters. I'll protect my family, no matter what."
"Agreed."
I climbed the watchtower. This view of the whole village would protect my family—and the villagers too.
"Come on, then.
I'll show anyone who touches my family what happens."
...
"Is that Lugeron Village?"