Ep45: A Breaking Heart (1) <Side: Trike Steel>
While trying to spend some cozy time with Trike, a letter arrived from Anidia asking if I knew anything about changelings. Ha... what on earth is that girl thinking on her day off? I'll reply to that later...
Trike's growth is accelerating by the day. He started out as a boy who could barely control his own body because of that arm turned to steel, but now, thanks to the necklace-type magic tool I gave him, he wields it as naturally as his own flesh and blood. On top of that, he's become proficient with daggers and throwing knives.
After investigating, I found that the steel in his arm is pure, flawless steel without a single impurity. Its strength and durability match real steel perfectly. If used properly for strikes, it could unleash power surpassing any weapon. But that's not all. To repay the favor of me taking him in, Trike volunteered to learn espionage and scouting—covert operations. He must have seen the scouting recruitment notice I posted at the guild. What a good boy, such a good boy.
Our bond began with him trying to pickpocket me on the street, but Trike was saved by my hand. And my own empty heart... was saved by Trike.
...Trike. I love you lol.......
[Author: Heri Tetrahedron]
『Cross Moon - 28th (Morning)』
I woke up from what felt like a nightmare in the early dawn, but soon crawled back into bed. I'd gone out to the terrace for some fresh air, but it didn't lift my mood—instead, my head filled with strange thoughts, so I just wanted to sink into the soft bed and think of nothing.
"Ugh, uuumph..."
I felt utterly drained... This was worse than sleeping on the hard stone back alley floor. I hadn't had nights like this since staying at Lady Heri's house. It had to be... had to be... that woman... Rachel's fault... There's no other explanation for this.
Forcing open my heavy eyelids, I sat up to find the bed already neatly made.
"Did I... oversleep?"
I always woke before Lady Heri to prepare, but today I slept in. I had no face to show her...
Glancing at the clock, the hands pointed to 10 a.m. Even on holidays, I'd never slept this late.
"My pants..."
And one more thing. The pants soaked with thick stains at dawn were now replaced with clean, fresh ones. That's when I remembered. I hadn't gone out just for a mood changer. I'd gone to change out of the soiled pants too. Feeling guilty for passing out without doing anything.
And... the fact that I'd never touched them meant...
"Lady Heri, no way...!"
My cheeks burned hot in an instant. Only Lady Heri and I lived here. I hadn't done a thing, and she wasn't here. That meant Lady Heri had changed my clothes, tidied the bed, and left first. To see me in such a disgrace...!
"L-Lady Heri...! A-Are you here!?"
Rushing downstairs to apologize, the living room was empty. On the lonely dining table sat a single portion of breakfast, beside a map, letters, and magic tools. Seeing them jogged my memory of last night's conversation.
"I have to head to the guild early tomorrow morning too, so I'll mark the meeting spot Myrit mentioned on the map and leave it on the table. Find your way there. I'll leave plenty of magic tools too, so make sure to take them."
She'd left early for some morning business. My panic settled into relief with a sigh. At the same time, the other mission Lady Heri entrusted to me. The horrific ordeal during yesterday's tailing of Lady Elizabeth. My palm pierced by her bullet, my left arm ripped clean off by Rachel's monstrous strength, then reattached as if nothing happened. Like a fleeting dream. But the torn sleeve on my left arm and the throbbing pain proved it was real.
Lady Heri must have positioned me on the outer side during the tail to minimize harm to me. So all I had to do was follow her orders. Calming my rattled nerves, I sat at the table.
The breakfast, set out who-knows-when, steamed warmly as if freshly made. Lady Heri's magic again...?
"Delicious..."
The taste was impeccable too. Lady Heri excelled not just in magic, but cooking as well... Munching away, I glanced at the map of the forests outside the territory spread on the table.
"Out through here... and around..."
Studying the detailed path out of the territory, I reached for the two letters beside it. One sealed with Lady Heri's insignia, the other a plain envelope. I opened Heri's first.
You probably know why I'm sending this. Myrit? I have so much to say. What started this mess, why it escalated to a divorce duel. If things got that far, why not consult someone first? But I'll keep it short—you must be dizzy right now.
After the duel with you, Beth came to the guild with a party member update form. She was so adamant, she wouldn't even meet with me. I haven't processed it yet. You can come back anytime. I can't stop the duel rumors, but I'll help nullify it however I can. At least within my power, I'll arrange a meeting with Beth again.
Maybe it's meddling, but you two are precious comrades to me. So please, reply to this letter. I sent blank paper and a pen via familiar—just write on that.
Lady Heri's carefully penned words brimmed with genuine worry for Myrit Ledias and Lady Elizabeth's relationship. And the pristine envelope beside it.
"She wants me to meet Myrit Ledias... this must be it."
The pieces clicked perfectly; the sender of the remaining letter was obvious.
"A letter from Myrit Ledias."
I'm willing to talk. Come to the spot in the forest outside the territory where I left my mana. We'll speak there.
Unsurprisingly, it contained a message, but no introduction from the sender, and the content was curt.
This spot marked on the map was where Myrit Ledias's mana lingered—the place to meet him.
"Thanks for the meal."
Alternating between letters and map as I ate, my bowl emptied. Though no one was there to hear, I quietly thanked Lady Heri for the meal and stood.
"30 minutes passed. Time to gear up..."
Map checked. Letters checked. All that remained was suiting up for the forest. Opening the basket under the table revealed magic tools similar to last time, but a note said she'd reinforced several parts.
"High-high fireworks...? Grip and hurl it skyward hard; it flies up, explodes, signals your position. Color changes by day/night... For emergencies, huh."
But then I recalled. The standoff with Rachel. There'd been a smoke bomb like it, but reaching for it got my palm shot by Lady Elizabeth. Could I even grab and toss this without them stopping me?
"No... why am I worrying like this..."
Right... I'm just here to listen to Myrit Ledias, note it down, and report to Lady Heri. Rachel wouldn't know that. Worst case is unlikely anyway... Useless worry... Worry... I have to...
"Hurry and prepare..."
But that slight unease lingered in my heart. And for some reason... my steel left arm throbbed. My cock twitched and swelled slightly... Rachel's voice echoed like an illusion.
"Just stray thoughts... stray thoughts."
No way... Rachel knows nothing. Not that I'm meeting Myrit Ledias, not that I'm heading to the forest... Even her couldn't... me, me... Sigh... No more delaying. Grabbing gear in a rush, hood up, I finally stepped out, heading for the marked spot. This time, I'll complete the mission Lady Heri trusted me with.
There are three ways out of the territory. First: the main gate. Declare affiliation and reason to the guards. Second: the sewer. Officially prohibited, but an emergency passage. Third: the guild's secret passage. For guild spies like me in covert ops, a magically crafted path by Lady Heri. Step into the mirror-like magic tool enchanted with top-tier teleportation magic, and you're at the forest behind the territory.
It's in the guild's depths—Lady Heri's magic tool lab. Restricted users only. I'd heard explanations, but this was my first time. Most missions stayed inside till now.
"Hoo..."
Deep breath before the swirling pink vortex mirror.
--Throb...!
"Kuh...!"
The throbbing in my left arm worsened. Too intense to dismiss as imagination; even clenching it hurt. No, not pain exactly—no agony felt. Like an illusion, a hallucination, a delusion. Not hurting, but hurting. And another thing. My slightly swollen cock ballooned further, its outline visible through my pants. This... this... why me...?
Gripping my throbbing left arm with my free right, relaxing my numb groin, deep breaths, recalling the mission.
"Destination: the marked spot. From main gate: 30 paces east. 24 south. 2 north. 10 west... Goal: talk with Myrit Ledias. Gather info on the situation. Ideally, set up future meetings. Good... going."
In the pitch-black depths of the unlit lab. Stepping into the swirling pink... a strange buoyancy enveloped me. Briefly.
"Hyut...!? Wh-where... forest...?"
Stale lab air swapped for fresh forest scent. Creaky wood floor to soft earth. Darkness to dappled sunlight through trees. Stunned briefly by the shift, I quickly composed, checked position, inhaled—and that instant.
--Splurt, spluuurt♡
"U, uhaat...!?"
I... came...? Why, why...!? Pants soaked, sticky slime churning in my underwear. No reason. Why... Did Rachel notice my movement...? No, impossible. She doesn't know. Or... something in the forest?
"W-wait... not here... kuhyat...!"
--Splurt, spurt. Another white torrent from my cock. The first stain spread into a wide circle with this one. The smell intensely pungent, viscosity bizarre—not like my cum.
"Impossible...!"
I wanted to strip, change—but the teleport mirror back to guild was elsewhere. Meaning...!
"I-I have to go like this...?"
No spares, no help. Choices: advance or flee. Fleeing wastes time. Road's long, Myrit Ledias might change mind. But advancing... means enduring humiliation. Mature enough, yet walking with cum-soaked pants like a kid? Or preserve honor, ditch mission? Scales tipped.
My choice... obvious.
"To Myrit Ledias... My honor's nothing... Lady Heri's mission matters more, more... kuhyat..."
Ah... dribble from cock again... annoying... but feels good...... No! What am I thinking...?
"Forward. Position about here."
Fumbling the map open, reconfirming. So... east now... then south...
"Here."
Per map, right spot. But one oddity. No monsters...? Heri's talisman repels them unused. Not even goblin traces. Lucky, but too weird. Maybe overthinking... but unease brief.
Black shadow loomed before destination.
"P-person...? M-Myrit Ledias!?"
Human silhouette. Long limbs, absurdly swollen hips...? Gaudy wings and t-tail...? Pink long hair, grotesquely huge gauntlets. Monstrous breasts too...
"N-no way... not her..."
Myrit Ledias is male. Human. But the figure beyond screamed neither.
Ah... one male trait bulged assertively. Cold sweat poured. I knew its identity. But denied. Refused the worst.
The pink monster, sensing me—or knowing all along—turned slowly. I faced unwanted reality.
"Ra-Rachel...!!"
The monster I'd never face again—my life's worst nightmare. Wearing pink steel gauntlets dwarfing orc hands, she grinned casually, greeting me.
"Wh-why are you here...!? Where's Myrit Ledias...!?"
She stepped forward; I retreated. Desperate deflections, but Rachel advanced smiling, unperturbed. Each step jiggled her balloon-like breasts; my cock twitched.
"D-don't come closer!"
Danger...! Deadly...! Danger...! Physical gap shrank as I backed, she advanced.
Danger...? Right...!
"F-firework...!"
Heri's firework from pocket. Emergency signal. Even if I fell to Rachel here, it'd expose her to all. No hesitation this time. Snatched it, hurled skyward. Might get caught, but must signal only here... please...!!
Full force toss—loud whoosh upward...
"Eh...?"
--Fwooo... crunch...!
Something launched with it. Pink monster spread huge wings, soared, steel claws swatting the rocket fast... then...!
--KABOOMCRASHHHH...!!!
Straight punch pulverized firework and trees. Literal hole through trunk. Gale like flung boulder; no explosion. Like my arm ripped then reattached—nothing happened.
The pink monster, oblivious to her monstrosity, continued casually. Grinning wider, purple eyes piercing hypnotically, ignoring me.
"Ah..."
Rachel stood before me. Flapping black wings, writhing tail blocked retreat completely. Her overwhelming bodily scent invaded nose, ears, eyes... and...
--Splurt...
My body betrayed me; cock ignored my restraint, spurting semen mercilessly. Multiple loads soaked front black as original fabric, sticky mess sloshing uncomfortably. But a possibility struck.
--Creakkk...
The tree Rachel punched. Trunk halved, it'd fall soon, crash loud—Lady Heri, knowing I'm in forest, would notice oddity, rush here. See, trees losing balance now...
False... hope...? What did Rachel—
--CREEEAAKKK...!!
Turning, realization hit. Her words. The sound—not trees falling!
"Th-the tree... healing...?"
Bent trunk straightened, hole filled like healing wound, fully restored solid tree.
Healing...? No way...
"......Ah."
False hope crushes worse than despair. Now I got it. Last sliver snuffed.
"Wh-what happens to me..."
--THUD...!
Fwooo...!
"Uhya...!?"
Mumble cut short, frail body airborne. Gut pain, but false hope dulled it. Lucky...?
--THUUD......
"Kuhk...! Kyaha...!!"
Slammed into tree, but it didn't budge—no branch, no leaf stirred, signaling nothing. I crumpled alone pathetically at base. And... before senses faded, final sight.
Smooth legs splayed skyward, cock tip beaded with dew.
Her grin gone, cold face: first sight. Then touch. Smell, taste. Last, hearing before blackout: Rachel's voice.
Rachel's flighty laugh ended it. My mind snapped completely...
