Village Farce (1) <Side: Raysi Gliss> 『Cross Moon Territory - Day 23 (Lunch)』
"Don't just make those pathetic squirting noises. Who shoved a cock in your pussy or something? Jeez... Who was it that thought they could mentor whom again? Looks like I'll have to teach you instead... Anyway, just one thing before we go. Raysi... could you play along with our little play? Just a tiny bit?"
"Hic... P-play...? U-ugh, hnnngh...!!"
--Squelch... blurp... splurt splurt...
"My sucking must've felt amazing for you, huh♥? You shot out that thin, watery pre-cum that's not even proper semen... Hehe♥ Oh! By the way... don't you think it's weird how semen comes out of that fake dick of yours when you don't even have balls anymore?"
"Hic... Ha... W-what...!?"
"That irresponsible load you just blasted out? It's actually the last scraps of your manhood left inside you♥ In other words, every time you mindlessly squirt more from now on, you'll turn into a pathetic slutty bitch... and eventually, into an Apostle of the Goddess just like me♥ Isn't that just thrilling?"
"D-don't... spout such bullshit... Who'd believe that crap-hnnngh♡♡"
--Squelch squelch♥ Splurt, splurt splurt...
"Ahahaha♥ I literally warned you just seconds ago, and you still couldn't hold it in... Could it be that deep down, Raysi, you really want to become a female?"
"Sh-shut up... please..."
"Okay, okay~ Enough chit-chat. Time to head out. The bugs should be coming back soon. Oh! Don't forget what I said. You have to play along with the play. If you say anything stupid... you know what happens, right? I trust you know our power by now♪ I'm definitely not going down alone, you hear?"
With that, Clarice grabbed my waist and dragged me forcefully out of the alley. My legs, numb from the intense pleasure, couldn't even muster the will to resist. I could only listen to her ruthless declaration and reflect on my own powerlessness.
The moment Clarice and I emerged, the guards who'd been chased out of the alley by her naturally returned to their patrol zones. Clarice kept pulling my hand, blending us into the crowd on the street until we reached the front of the Guild.
"Hmm... Let's wait here for now. They'll be here soon. In the meantime, Raysi, wanna play with me?"
Clarice grinned at me, her hand sliding toward my ass. I jolted in surprise at the touch, but with my pride already crushed by her overwhelming superiority, I couldn't even lift my head—I just bit my lip hard.
"Kuh...! S-stop that..."
"Hehe♥ You say that, Raysi, but you haven't slapped my hand away. Does that mean you're secretly enjoying it? Or... am I just so strong you've shriveled up and can't even resist? Ahaha♥"
Every word from Clarice stabbed into my chest like a dagger. It only reminded me of my helplessness, unable to swat away even one outstretched hand. My face burned hotter, and her kneading showed no signs of stopping.
The unexpected groping ended abruptly at the sound of a voice.
"Haa... haa... Clarice! Been waiting?"
"No, Alex. More importantly, did you bring everyone?"
"Of course~ Just like you said, I brought the whole gang~"
As if nothing had happened, Clarice casually chatted with Alex and Mel, who strode ahead. The sexual harassment ended, easing my shame a bit, but lifting my head revealed faces I knew all too well—the last people I wanted to see me like this.
* * *
After sending Raysi off, Liza and I headed to our assigned zone, as pre-notified. The location written on the paper delivered early that morning by Heri's familiar—was it definitely this way? Walking with Liza would've been so much nicer if the streets weren't such a mess...
"You sure it's okay just sending Raysi off like that? If you're worried, should I ask Heri or Anidia to send a surveillance familiar or something?"
Liza grumbled in front of Raysi, but she seemed genuinely concerned—offering her own kind of goodwill. Unfortunately, I had to decline.
"Familiars are risky, Liza. They could be traced back. And I trust him. After pushing him that hard, he'll bring back something meaningful at least. Let's just do our part."
"Sigh... Fine. There must be a reason you're so insistent. ...But seriously, using guards like this for the investigation, and still no leads? Doesn't that mean we're useless even if we join in?"
Liza's sharp point. The search started yesterday afternoon. They'd pulled everyone—even border guards down to minimum—to comb the west side thoroughly. The results? "No traces" and "The barrier was woven with holy power." Not a shadow of victims or culprits.
The lord's wife had already scoured the city with her beasts. No findings meant the case was effectively closed.
"Yeah, but the lord must have something in mind too. Like I said, we just participate sincerely and help resolve this fast."
That's why I'd allowed Raysi's external probe. If inside yielded nothing, eyes turned outward naturally. I'd suspected it, but lacked proof to suggest it. Raysi provided that—internal collaborators linked to the black market. Pure speculation, no evidence, but it scratched my itch perfectly. His rare strong stance convinced me to trust him.
Though it left Liza and me covering three people's workload.
As we chatted and reached our target zone...
"Oh? There you are. All three of you... Huh? Why just two?"
A shrill voice pierced our ears from ahead. A woman in overly ornate robes and a massive pointed hat screaming high status. The territory's strongest mage and Guild Master: Heri Tetrahedron. She floated on a pitch-black magic gun like Liza's, with a boy in modified guild staff attire beside her.
"Heri. Long time no see. Didn't expect to meet so soon. Who's the guy next to you?"
She'd been directing guild staff since dawn to aid alley searches. Her face soured the instant she saw us—spotting our party short one, against her principles.
I tried deflecting...
"Myrit. Don't dodge. Where's Raysi this time? You're not indulging him again, are you? I specifically said all three last report, but you two showed up without him..."
"Hey! Bitch! Watch your mouth around my husband! Didn't anyone teach you manners in front of people? You miss your prime and forget etiquette? Huh?"
"Wha...!? Hey, why bring that up here!"
Nice one, Liza! Last time we met Heri, it started like this—endless bickering. Stop one, or no progress.
Heri dropped her serious facade, on the verge of childish spat. Her threat fizzled.
"Heri... Don't you have something more important?"
"Ah... Ahem! Right, thanks for reminding me, Trike."
The boy beside her snapped her back. She steadied her breath, rebuilding gravity, but the mask once slipped was hard to resummon. To avoid her nitpicking, we seized initiative.
"Heri. What important talk?"
"Uh, ah... Right! Came to update on the search. Sadly, zero progress."
"What... You were picking fights with my husband just for that? Got nothing better to do? Should've gone man-hunting instead~"
"Hey! I told you to drop it!"
Liza's firm verdict. Each word a dagger to Heri's heart. Everyone knew she'd missed her prime and now sought a match. Only ex-adventurer Liza or the lord's wife dared mention it...
I pressed to keep dialogue control.
"Haha... So who's the guy? Never saw him at guild reports."
"Oh, this kid? Hired him as my familiar a few weeks back. Wasn't there last time 'cause I sent him black market scouting. Admired his guts trying to pickpocket me, so I took him in as bodyguard/scout trainee..."
"Bullshit has limits. Drop the dumb act. A mage like you needs a bodyguard? You're just desperate past your prime, snagged a young soul to mold into your type. Managing tones for office and daily—real pretty talk from you."
Uh, wha...? Liza, that's too harsh even for her.
Gutsy against the Guild Master, but their blunt insults proved their friendship?
"Th-that's too much, right? Touching trauma isn't cool."
"You don't get it. Adventured with her 15 years—her type's younger short guys, and..."
"Sh-shut the fu-up!! Fine, sorry! Sorry, Bess! Just shut it!!! I know! I know I can't get a guy and it's driving me nuts!!!!"
Phew... Dialogue control ours now. Heri surrendered to Liza's barbs, ears plugged, head shaking.
But were we this casual okay? Heri's visit tied to the disappearances. Time to probe.
"Calm down both. Heri, that 'no progress'—solid fact?"
"Yeah. Checked everywhere, even under lamps. Familiars and Anidia's beasts day/night— not a hair. But I have a theory... Wanna hear?"
"Spit it out. No teasing."
"Don't freak. Get this... There's an inside job. Sketchy, right? Whole zone of vagrants vanishing. No solo act—leaker or path-provider inside, thick as thieves. My guess?"
Oh... Matched Raysi's thinking perfectly. She'd flip hearing his.
"Stunning deduction, Heri."
"Right! Told ya, Trike. You didn't buy it, but level-matched talks click!"
"So I'm below your level, Heri?"
"Eh? No, I mean... My level's just sky-high! Don't worry, Trike!"
Rare sight: Guild Master fawning over the boy Trike. No time for that.
"Heri. Someone else thought exactly that. Raysi missing? He went external on that hunch."
"...What? External search on suspicion alone? You nuts? Solo in this danger!?"
"Not solo. With promising guild stars: Alex Leiz, Mel Grande, Clarice Siete."
"Same difference!! Kids change nothing! No—send familiar now to recall him..."
Predictable Heri. I'd react same sans trust. Blind faith he'd conquer adversity.
"Wait. Familiars risk traceback."
"Aren't you worried? I considered insiders too, but it's just possibility. Caution first in crisis. No idiot acts sans proof!"
"We tried stopping him. But you haven't teamed with Raysi. He'd stroll back with kids even vs assassins. We field folks know better than desk jockeys like you, dummy Heri."
"Not the point! Bonehead Bess! Never heard 'trust intel, don't worship it'?"
First time. Similar maybe...
"News to me?"
"Me too."
"Duh! I just made it up!"
"Joking now? Psycho lost her mind?"
"Point: Don't swallow intel blindly. Blind faith blinds to facts. Dunno Raysi's basis or your convincing, but judge ultra-carefully."
"Haha... Valid, but trust him once? You know his skill pre-party—solid record."
Calming her frenzy. Valuing guild staff/adventurers, losing Raysi worried her. Understood her urge for familiars, but couldn't she wait?
"Trading updates with lord's side constantly? They'll share intel. Trike and I fetch Raysi. Too risky. He'd have protective spells if he'd asked me!"
"Heri, wait..."
Couldn't break her stubbornness. Control flipped to her. We seemed callous sending comrades to peril; objectively, my emotional call wasn't prudent.
Clutching head to halt her, then...
[Myrit! Elizabeth!]
"Huh?"
Familiar boy's voice calling me. All eyes turned. There: bloodied, panting Alex and Mel. Why here, gasping and bleeding—Raysi's guide team?
Assumed worst: Raysi missing/dead, kids survived? Question them on his safety.
Liza beat my hesitation, charging ahead.
"Why're you here! Where's Raysi, why banged up!? And where's the other girl!?"
Barrage ignored, they caught breath, relieved at us, spoke.
[Haa... haa... haa... Follow us now... Emergency...]
* * *
Why...!? Why bring them!?
Couldn't hide now—faced my top 1-2-3 most unwanted in one go. Panicking.
Clarice's "play"? If this farce, it's pure village theater. Staged actors vs clueless audience...!
"Miss Clarice. Here you were. Glad you're safe. But Raysi...? Who's the woman beside?"
Myrit approached seriously. Clarice twitched brow, then teared up, hamming victim act masterfully.
[Myrit... We... Ngh... So scary... Walking forest path with Uncle Raysi, black-clad guys ambushed us. He shielded me and... Sob... Waaah...]
Demon in hood—steel-faced lie. Tongue that toyed my body, pussy-probed with lewd words, now sobbed innocent. Hands hid "tears," heaving sobs.
Alex and Mel's sharp gazes pierced me. Silent stage cue. Mismatch this farce, no critique—violence follows. Not just me—all here at risk.
Eyes shut tight, mouth opened. No explanation needed—script preset.
"So where's Raysi exactly? He let you live, fought them, didn't return? Spill! He always carries return stones—no way he's dead!"
Elizabeth's bark halted my lips. No more delay. Demons' glares turned murderous stabs.
"Myrit, Elizabeth. I-I'm here..."
"What? This isn't your spot. Quiet..."
"Wait, Liza. Blue-haired lady. You...?"
[...Yes. Uncle Raysi took mysterious spell meant for me—turned like this. My fault, something like me... Hic, sob...]
Crush this lie now, spill truth? Pitied my pleasure-powerless self, loathed resigning to deceit.
Even as I spoke, their eyes coldly watched. Stunned, they neared, scanning. Hard accepting me sans male Raysi traces beyond hair.
But convincing them I'm real Raysi—script part. Had to read lines.
"Y-you're really Raysi? That burly dude a woman? Tough sell even politely... Prove with party-only secret."
"Get not believing at once. Sigh... Secret... Ring. Ring for Muse, my fiancée. Extended merc gig weeks past for materials. Plus, Myrit you were at world tree pre-marriage, Elizabeth eyed you there leading to..."
"...Stop. Hard believe, but that's party-exclusive. Means she's real Raysi..."
Horrid. Mimicking non-me prickled whole body. Right path? Seconds felt centuries of regret—proof I could do nothing.
"Glad you accept... Recap: Ambush real. Hit by their magic orb—transformed. No side effects beyond looks. Dodged with ice magic, returned via stone. Attackers definitely black market per my guess."
"Hmm... Headache. Male-to-female magic? Never heard... But black market peddles wild artifacts—maybe exists somewhere..."
Heri clutched head, pondering. Top mage—might reverse this.
"Sorry for Raysi, but good harvest. Breakthrough in stalled search. More: Remember attackers' looks, gear?"
New bind. Fabricate from thin air. Black market... Nothing comes. Can't describe unseen convincingly...!
"Sadly, chaos—only black clothes..."
"Shame... Still, safe's good. Woman body aside, limbs intact—silver lining? Raysi, where's your ring?"
"Ring, what...!?"
What, Myrit? Ring gone? Right hand should have... Gone? Even transformed, Muse love proof vanished traceless. Culprit: Clarice here. Glared—she feigned innocence.
Infuriating.
"M-must've lost in fight..."
"Sucks—hard-won, now gone. Your sacrifice shifts search outward—ask then."
"Per Bess, black market evidence piles for disappearances. Prime target: their location. I'll hunt that spell fix too—no worry. Guild has women's uniforms—want one?"
"No. Thanks, but pass. Body female, mind not. Not cornered enough for skirts...!"
"Raysi... Sensitive, but Muse? Marriage off now, even meeting taboo?"
Muse named. Ignored relation unearthed. My stubborn fault. Deserved blame. Hoped no harm to her from me...
"Uh, y-yeah... Can't meet now... Hardest seeing her panic, sad... How meet like this..."
"Hold, Myrit. Raysi won't stay female forever. Save for nostalgia post-return? Ah! Trike? C'mere?"
"Yes, Heri...? This?"
"Secret mission scroll. Deliver to priestess Muse Symphony at church now?"
Boy took scroll from Heri, vanished fast. What for Muse?
"Family scroll for long missions: 'Sorry, can't return awhile.' Buys time, no hate. Plus 'sorry not in person'—safe!"
"Th-that so... Thanks, Heri."
Heri's quick fix averted Muse misunderstanding. She'd understand... Sorry for lousy fiancé, Muse...
"Gotta go. Tell lord, reform search teams. Chat Muse later myself. Bye~"
"Liza and I split too. Guard command ours—long absent, wrap this mini-case quick or trouble. Rest today, Raysi and prospects."
"Oh, you three! Guards might visit for statements—don't freak! Might join probe too. No surprise... Really going!"
They parted ways. Left: four. Correction: one and three demons.
Silent through our talk with Myrit, Elizabeth, Heri—the demons grinned sinister post-departure.
[Hmm... Finally over. Listening to those lame human whines nearly drove me mad♥]
[Sigh... Agreed, Clarice. Almost slipped magic hearing their bleating~]
[Street vibes say upper echelons wanna end this fast. But won't be easy. Vagrants link to citizens—big wave'll crash this territory.]
Clarice, Mel, Alex giggled. Me? Self-esteem rock-bottom, head down...
--Drip, drip, drip...
[Oh? My, Raysi. Pussy leaking now? Love juices? We haven't touched—expecting something? Hehe♥]
L-love juices!? Alex, what bullshit!? Even pussy-cumming me wouldn't react to eyes alone... Wh-what!?
Legs wet. N-no. Leftover from earlier. Haven't fallen that far...!
[Raysi true perv. Cumming from imagination—rare talent. Pity. Business done today. Bye~]
[Yep~ Good work, Raysi. See ya~]
Mel, Clarice waved, left with Alex. Street-alone: wretched female body, no weapon, armor, ring—wretched me.
Just comrade-deceiver, peril-plunging pathetic traitor...
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