Chapter 53: Isabel's Gang

The beach was bathed in warm sunlight, the white sand stretching out beneath our feet like an endless canvas. I stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, staring at the group of women lounging ahead of us.

How the hell am I supposed to make a move here?

We were right in the open. Casting magic would work, sure, but it would be way too obvious. I needed something subtle. Something that wouldn't draw any attention.

Just then, Beres's voice rang out in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my head.

I turned my head. There he was—the empire's infamous pretty-boy womanizer, Christian, carrying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trays of food and approaching the women with a servile smile. He wasn't being blackmailed or anything. So why was a noble like him acting like their personal servant?

The maids standing nearby weren't moving either. The whole scene felt off. Curiosity got the better of me, so I sharpened my hearing and listened in.

"Isabel. I brought some snacks."

"Yeah, thanks. Just set them down there."

"But you're really gonna introduce me to that big brother of yours, right?"

"Aww, of course~ When I see him next, I'll definitely put in a good word for you... Oh, my shoulders are suddenly so stiff?"

Christian practically sprinted over and started massaging her shoulders. Before long, the other women began complaining about sore arms and aching legs, and he was running around rubbing them down like a desperate errand boy.

It was honestly a little pitiful to watch.

Hmm. So they're basically selling me out and using him as their personal massage slave?

Yeah, yeah.

But I still didn't have a solid plan. Should I just throw up an invisibility spell and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cover the whole area?

Then it hit me.

I watched Christian receive another order from Isabel's little gang and head off. I quietly followed behind him.

He stopped at an ice cream stand and ordered a parfait. While he waited, he hung his head and let out a long, miserable sigh. He looked like a heartbroken maiden.

I stepped up beside him and ordered a parfait of my own, then sat down close.

"Long time no see, Christian."

"Who...?"

"Hmm. Maybe this will jog your memory?"

I altered my voice with magic. His eyes snapped open like a sparrow that had just been hit by a rock. Then they filled with tears.

"B-Big brother... Why did you only show up now... Sob... Sob..."

Because of the castration beam I hit him with last time, obviously.

I cleared my throat and put on a cold expression. If I was going to act, I might as well do it properly.

"Big brother? You haven't even passed the test yet. How dare you call me that?"

"I-I'm sorry...!"

A while back, I'd told Christian that if he passed my test, I'd take him as my sworn brother. He must have interpreted his inability to get it up as part of that test.

"If you help me this time, I'll make you my brother and fix that little problem of yours so it stands up again."

"R-Really, big brother?!"

He grabbed my hand and jumped with joy. A few passing men spat on the ground and muttered.

"Big brother? What kind of guy calls another man that... Gross. My eyes are burning."

"No kidding. I thought he was a woman in men's clothes."

It made sense. The castration beam I'd hit him with also messed with male hormones. His already feminine jawline, delicate face, and slender body—combined with his now high-pitched voice—made the misunderstanding inevitable.

Give it a little more time and even his personality will probably shift.

Of course not. Unless a saint or saintess helps, it's impossible. But getting it hard again? That's doable. Ejaculation too. It'll be a bit of a hassle, though.

That's beyond my ability to fix~

The ice creams were ready. I leaned in and whispered to Christian.

"Don't you want to drug those bitches?"

"Gulp. Y-Yes, I do!"

"Perfect. I'm planning to fuck every last one of them. If you help me, I'll fix your dick, make you my sworn brother, and even let you have your way with them."

His eyes lit up with pure greed. It looked like he'd been holding a lot of resentment.

"But not Isabel. How's that sound?"

"That's a little disappointing... but if I can punish Marianne, I'm in!"

Marianne. That was the bitch from last time. The one who'd tormented him the most.

We quickly came up with a plan and put it into action.

First, I cast a preservation spell on the parfaits. Then we rushed to an alchemy shop, mixed in the special powder I'd prepared, and that was it.

"What is this?"

"It's... well, simply put, eating this will make you feel nice and relaxed. It loosens tension. It's a common relaxant."

"So what should I do?"

"Just hand these out. Once they start yawning one by one, invite them to take a nap at your villa. Tell them there's a perfect spot for it."

Chris (short for Christian) nodded. Then he walked over to the women with a bright smile and handed out the parfaits one by one.

About twenty minutes later, the effects started showing. The women's eyes began to droop.

Christian glanced back at me. I gave him a nod, signaling to begin the operation.

He approached Isabel slowly and started talking.

"Hmm? Are you all feeling sleepy? I have a nice shaded spot at my villa perfect for a nap. Want to rest there for a bit?"

"Is it far?"

"No, it's right over there. Five minutes away."

The women stood up and followed Christian toward his villa.

"Whoa~ You're finally acting like a man! Why didn't you do this sooner? I'll remember this favor!"

Marianne smacked him on the head. Even though she was a younger noblewoman hitting an older nobleman, Christian just smiled sweetly.

I could practically read his mind. I smiled too and quietly followed behind them.

"Oh... This place is actually pretty nice?"

The area was enclosed by gray stone walls. In the center was a large pool, with soft sunlight filtering down from above. Water cascaded down layered steps from the walls, and green vines wrapped around the pillars. It felt like we'd stepped into an ancient temple.

"Right?"

Even Christian looked a little surprised. This wasn't what the place had looked like before.

Several beds were fixed in place on the wide, flowing steps. The women each picked a spot that suited them and lay down.

It wasn't anything special. When I wiped out that cult, the high priest's facility had this kind of style. I just copied it.

The women seemed to really like it. Satisfied smiles spread across their faces as they quietly looked around.

I moved silently from the corner toward the center and activated the magic I'd prepared in advance.

The temperature-control runes carved throughout the building revealed the hidden characters I'd concealed. They released their mana all at once.

The spells flew toward each person and stuck to their foreheads, triggering their effects.

Sleep. Paralysis.

One by one, they collapsed.

The only one still standing was Isabel.

She wore a complicated expression—familiar with this kind of situation, yet clearly expecting something. A mix of confusion and anticipation filled her eyes.

I walked over to Christian, who was lying on the floor, and removed the sleep spell from his forehead.

"Long time no see, Isabel."

"Y-You're...?"

"Ah, this is your first time seeing my face? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kael Cleanberry, head of the Cleanberry family."

"Kael... Kael Cleanberry..."

"In the past, I was known as Islay."

The woman shot up from her seat. Her feet hit the floor, sending water splashing everywhere.

"Islay?!"

But her legs gave out and she fell back onto the bed. She trembled violently from the tips of her toes to the strands of her hair, as if she'd come face to face with the Lord of Terror.

"Y-You..."

"Shh. That's enough. It's not important, is it?"

Christian groaned and sat up, clutching his head. Isabel quickly shut her mouth.

I scooped up some of the flowing water and splashed it on his face a few times.

"You awake?"

"Uh... Y-Yes, Big Brother? Ah, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Since we succeeded, you can call me that from now on."

I placed my hand on his lower abdomen and channeled mana. It was a bit of a pain, but a promise was a promise.

"This might hurt a little."

"Yes."

Castration magic also severed the nerves required for erection. What I was about to do was reconnect those nerves.

So of course it would hurt...

Obviously.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!!!"

Christian's scream echoed throughout the chamber. Isabel covered her face with both hands. Revealing that I was Islay must have triggered some terrifying imagination. She was shaking harder than ever before—almost like she was having a seizure.

Damn. She's trembling more than the guy actually getting the procedure.

The nerves were reconnected. A simple healing spell later... done!

"You did well, Christian."

"I-Is... Is it over, Big Brother?"

"Yeah. Go find your partner and give it a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠test run."

Staggering, he made his way over to the woman named Marianne. He tore off everything covering her chest and began groping her breasts. Soon, laughter rang out.

Joyful, ecstatic laughter.

"I-It's standing...! Big Brother! It's standing again! It's really standing!!"

"Good, good."

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Big Brother!"

He didn't need to thank me. After all, I'd given him the disease and then the medicine.

More importantly, Christian's lower half was now essentially a seedless watermelon. No matter how hard he thrust his hips for the rest of his life, he would never father a child.

Yep. He's got a pretty face, he's a smooth talker, and I've heard he's a pro at seducing women.

If I kept him around and had him bring women to me, he'd do a great job. That was also why I'd made him my sworn brother.

Just then, a sharp voice rang out.

"W-Wait a second! Christian, what the hell are you doing?!"

It was Isabel.

When she saw Christian climb on top of Marianne and start thrusting, she jumped up and ran toward them, mana flaring around her.

Sorry, but that wasn't going to happen.

I immediately stopped her.

"Isabel."

She froze mid-stride. Only her head trembled as she slowly turned to look at me. Her wide, terrified green eyes locked onto mine.

As I took one step forward, she took one step back. Her golden-orange hair sparkled in the sunlight... and then—

Splash!

She fell into the pool. I followed her in.

She was so short that she had to stand on her tiptoes just to keep her mouth above water. Whether from fear or because she couldn't swim, she flailed around desperately.

Glub glub... Blub...! Glub...

She looked like she was struggling, so I quickly swam over and pulled her into my arms.

She gasped for air, chest heaving.

Once her breathing calmed, she raised both hands to cover her face.

"Why are you covering your face?"

"W-Well..."

"Ah, now that you know I'm Islay, you don't like me anymore?"

"N-No, that's not it! We still..."

"Still?"

"Th-That was a slip of the tongue!"

Still, huh? How cute.

Did that mean she had feelings for me?

When she saw the look on my face, she must have realized what I was thinking. She waved her hands frantically, babbling nonsense.

I lowered her slightly so our eyes met directly.

Her cheeks and ears were flushed red with embarrassment. Her eyes darted around, unable to settle. And finally, that expression that said she liked it but had no idea how to act.

"Isabel."

"Y-Yes?"

"Do you hate me?"

"H-How could I... possibly..."

She answered, but her voice grew smaller and smaller. She turned her head to the side.

I followed her gaze.

There, Christian was on top of Marianne, thrusting wildly. His grotesque cock slid in and out between her pale buttocks. It was much smaller than mine, but for a woman who'd only recently lost her virginity, it seemed more than enough.

Every time he pulled out, her inner walls clung to him. Even in her sleep, she let out rough moans.

"Mmm... Hng... Mmmph... Haaang...♥"

"Looks like Marianne really likes Christian's dick."

"......"

"So, Isabel? I want to do that with you."

"...M-Me too... I want to..."

"Then you know what you have to do, right?"

Isabel gave a tiny nod. She moved her arms, slipping out of her clothes. Then, shyly covering her chest with both hands, she peeked up at me.

"Your breasts."

"Y-Yes..."

She lowered her arms, revealing her chest to me.

They were smaller than half an apple—very modest breasts with reddish areolas that tempted me.

Damn... Sometimes small breasts aren't bad at all.

"They're small, aren't they...? You don't like them...?"

"They're small, sure. But not like them? Just looking at them makes me want to suck on them like crazy."

"Really?"

When I looked at her with hungry eyes instead of answering, a bright smile bloomed on her face. It seemed being flat-chested had been quite the complex for her.

"Th-Then... you can suck on them if you want..."

Heh heh heh. So cute.

I did as she asked. I took her beautiful little breast fully into my mouth.

The hard nipple felt firm against my tongue. I rolled it gently and asked,

"Good?"

"Mmm! Haaang... Y-Yes... It feels so good...♥"