What a Guardian Does
What a Guardian Does
The Goblin pulled out its dick and rubbed it around her pussy.
—*Sliiiide-sliiiide*.
"For now, about two hours should be enough. I'll come back then."
The man left just like that.
"...W-wait a minute?"
For that moment, no thoughts came to mind.
She had to stay like this even longer?
There was no way there was any left to give, to begin with.
"...H-huh."
This was different from her previous experiences.
Being subjected to this for such a long time, so forcefully... this was the first time she had experienced something like this.
...She could feel her mind being worn down.
—*Splurt♡ Splurrrrt!!*
"Ugh...!"
The Goblin masturbated and sprayed its semen on me.
As if to mark me as its possession.
It seemed as though its long-suppressed lust was finally erupting.
"*Krrk, krrrk!*"
Then, it roughly grabbed my legs and spread them apart.
—*Stretch♡*
Even after ejaculating, the Goblin's dick was still stiffly erect.
"Ha, haaah...!"
It's coming in. The dick is coming in again.
How much longer would I have to endure this?
—*Squish-squish...♥*
A violently thrusting waist.
A dizzyingly swaying vision.
Dizzying pleasure once again, burrowed into my mind.
* * *
This is the Guardian Headquarters.
Most Guardians had prepared their own sanctuaries.
They usually rested on Earth and only returned to headquarters when there was work.
In short, the Guardian Headquarters was like a company.
And among them, Guardian Memory, the de facto leader, was alone in his room, staring at a computer screen.
"...Strange."
He muttered to himself, though no one else was there.
It wasn't something a guy who looked like a man in his 50s would normally do, but....
Well, he was always like that.
"Why is the value still... the same?"
He was probably looking at the World-Ending Value.
Moreover, that value was displayed as a line graph, allowing them to predict the future end of the world.
—*Click*.
I opened the door and walked in without knocking.
And as expected, the room was dark.
To be looking at a computer all by himself....
He seemed quite serious about it.
"...What is it, Seis?"
"Yeah. Lend me a book."
I immediately got straight to the point.
Anyway, manners were a luxury in front of that guy.
He was a so-called cold-blooded individual who acted purely based on calculations.
"...You didn't even knock, that's rude."
...Or maybe it was just my misconception.
"I'm taking one here."
I took a book from the bookshelf next to the room.
"Hey, wait. If you're taking a book, write it down here."
"...?"
"Which book it is, what its purpose is. And write your name too."
I tilted my head without realizing it.
"You can just record it yourself, can't you?"
Guardians usually embody a specific concept, becoming that concept itself.
And Memory's ability, as his name suggests, was to handle information.
Naturally, his very existence was a record.
Fundamentally, everything he saw, heard, and felt was recorded, and his existence enabled the preservation of information.
So, bringing in another recording method was strange to begin with.
I took the book and walked away.
—*BANG!!*
"Write it down."
"..."
He closed the door with telekinesis.
Left with no choice, I decided to follow Memory's words.
"There, done, right? ⋯Why do I even have to do this?"
"Because recording is different from assigning responsibility... So return it on time."
I roughly wrote down the details and handed over the paper.
——
[ Book to borrow: The Soul's Perception System in Simulation ]
[ Purpose of book: Research ]
[ Name: Seis ]
——
"⋯Hmm."
Memory stared intently at the paper he received, muttering to himself as if something was bothering him.
"Hey, can you open the door?"
The owner of this room was Memory.
A Guardian wields absolute influence in their own room.
"⋯I have one question, you know."
...He ignored my words.
At the same time, he turned his eyes to the monitor.
"I'd like to hear your opinion on this value, what do you think?"
"⋯What about it? It still seems fine."
What Memory showed me was the World-Ending Value.
The value was squirming just below the apocalypse threshold.
"It still hasn't been resolved. ⋯I thought Harin was the variable."
—*Gulp*.
After a brief silence, he opened his mouth again.
"Perhaps... if Harin isn't the variable, we'll have to realign the World Line."
The Guardians currently considered 'Harin' to be the 'problem'.
Of course, for a simple reason.
The moment she emerged from the simulation, the World Line would advance towards the end of the world.
It was the same even if they destroyed the device.
Therefore, at the Guardian meeting, we decided to keep Seo Ha-rin trapped in the simulation.
As long as Harin was playing that game, the World-Ending Value wouldn't move.
But the problem started here.
The World-Ending Value not moving.
—It had to go down.
It shouldn't just stop moving; it had to go down.
Otherwise, it meant the crisis wasn't over yet, which was why Memory was in this state.
But we are Guardians.
Anyway, we have plenty of time.
So, we observe the future, find problems, and maintain the current situation.
That was the conclusion the Guardians had reached.
"Harin isn't the variable...? Hmm. I don't know."
...Well, it's all part of my plan, anyway.
Why couldn't the Guardians find 'me' as a variable?
It's simple.
A Guardian cannot use their direct abilities on another Guardian.
Just as I brainwashed the Guardian of Absolute Victory, it takes quite a long time to expect actual ability effects.
Memory also cannot read all my memories and inner thoughts.
Time also cannot perfectly predict my future.
From the start, only the Guardian of Absolute Victory could fully exert her abilities against another Guardian.
But she is in my hands.
—Humiliation.
It was probably a feeling she had never experienced before.
It might sound ridiculous, but for her, being caught in her current state was like walking around naked.
Well, to an ordinary person, it would be strange for a Guardian to be embarrassed by such a thing.
But thinking realistically, it's different.
A colleague you thought was normal turns out to have a hobby of cross-dressing, and then later comes back after a gender reassignment surgery to become a woman?
...That would be quite a shock.
In other words, she had no choice but to avoid it with all her might.
Aside from me, who knew the situation, it was impossible for anyone else to meet her.
"Haa. Should I call another Guardian meeting...? Or is there nothing to do but just watch?"
Behind Memory, who was looking at the monitor, I chuckled softly.
"If it becomes a problem, just turn back time. That's all there is to it."
Like a game, you can recall the past.
Using Time's and Memory's abilities, you can go back to the past.
"⋯Is that so? Even if there are sacrifices, there's no one but Harin yet..."
However, the present doesn't become an unhappened event. At the same time, opportunities are not infinite.
The sacrifices remain. Those who died in the previous World Line go to hell.
And in this case... Harin will likely not be able to escape from the simulation.
Anyway, the Guardians can't know the variable. Because I am that variable.
Of course... I can't guarantee how things will turn out, but by the time they notice, it will probably already be too late.
"...Then."
I quietly made my way out.
I had already taken the watch, and the book as well.
The watch was for the future, and the book was needed to enter the simulation.
"Seis."
But an ominous feeling wouldn't let me go.
"Time was looking for you."
"...Why?"
"Well... she was asking when you'd return the watch you borrowed."
...She could have just told me directly.
I forced down my rising irritation.
"...Hmm. Did she go out somewhere?"
"Yeah."
After that, Memory fell silent.
It seemed like a silent indication that he had nothing more to say.
* * *
"It's just a mushroom. Eat it."
"..."
"Don't worry. This is a contract. If you eat it, I'll help you with anything."
When I came to my senses, there was a mushroom in my hand.
It seemed the Bad Ending was over.
"Harin...?"
Pai grabbed my shoulder and gently shook it.
My eyes weren't focusing properly.
"...Ah, I won't eat it."
"...Hmph. Then I can't help you."
A hazy sensation precariously overwhelmed my mind.
For some reason, my vulva felt wet.
Just recalling what had happened then was enough to bring me to a weak climax.
"Uh, anyway, I'm not going to eat it."
I said, squeezing my eyes shut.
That part kept feeling stuffy.
A sensation like a sticky, damp lump was gathered there.
Such a sensation was subtly felt.
"...Then get out quickly. Just because you're a fellow witch, I'm not going to just help you—"
"Hmph. I don't need your help."
But then, Dina interrupted.
"Because I have this one."
What Dina took out was a Fairy she had retrieved from inside her body.
"...Huh? Wait, that's..."
The Witch's expression subtly changed when she saw the Fairy.
"What, what? W-why is this here...."
The Fairy in the bottle looked around, bewildered.
Dina handed me the bottle containing the Fairy.
"You'll make a contract with that, Harin."
I had been in a hazy state just moments before, but receiving the Fairy instantly cleared my head.
"...Alright, fine. With that much, I'll unseal the Spring for you."
The Witch in front of me subtly curled the corners of her lips.
She hadn't moved an inch, still sitting as she was when I first saw her.
...No, she stood up.
The Witch, having received the Fairy, immediately rose from her spot.
—*Sliiiide*.
Something was draining from the Fairy to the Witch.
"W-wait...! Ugh, ughhh!!"
"Haaah...! Ah, it's been a while. Such pure Magical Power..."
"Ha, haa... This is why witches are like this.... H-hic!"
The Fairy held in the Witch's hand trembled as if in pain.
"You're just pretending to be in pain.... You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
The Witch brought the bottle to her face and said.
I felt sorry for the Fairy, but I thought it couldn't be helped.
"Hmm. My introductions are late. I am Sophie, the Witch of Desire."
The Witch, who called herself Sophie, said that much and began walking somewhere.
The people surrounding us also made way.
"What are you doing? Aren't you following?"
"......Ah."
I followed Sophie in a slightly dazed state.
And there, the Spring was.
—The Spring.
It was, quite literally, a very small pond.
"Here, this is the Spring."
"..."
The Spring was murky.
Purple and brown were mixed, giving off an atmosphere that suggested one should never enter.
As if the abyss was staring back at me.
"...Uhm."
Sophie let out a small groan, scratching her head as if troubled by something.
'...Hmph.'
I involuntarily flinched my shoulders.
Should I call it an animalistic instinct?
The thought that if I were caught by that Witch again, I didn't know what would happen to me, dominated my mind.
'...I don't want to be caught again.'
I took a step away from her.
"...But I have a question. How are you going to break the seal?"
"Ah, h-huh... Th-that is..."
"...What's wrong? For your information, I don't know. How to break the seal."
My eyes met Sophie's.
Her clear gaze left me speechless.
"Hmph. I'll tell you that."
And at that moment, Dina walked out as if she had been waiting.
"The way to break the seal is simple. You just need to put the Witch's Body Fluid into the Spring."
"...Are you talking about saliva or something?"
I asked cautiously.
This is, after all, still an erotic game.
I had a guess, but I prayed it wasn't that.
"Uh, hmm... Actually, you need a liquid that's a bit thicker than that."
"......What is that?"
But this is, after all, still an erotic game.
"At the very least, arousal fluid rich in Magical Power... the kind that comes from between your legs, should be enough."