Status Windows Are for Weaklings
Status windows are for weaklings. Before the raw power of nature, humans are pathetically frail. What do I mean? These past few days, a brutal blizzard has raged so fiercely that we've been completely trapped inside Ameri's mansion. Venturing outside in a storm that blinds you is nothing short of suicide. The one silver lining is that Ameri and Admi have allowed our group to stay comfortably in the estate. Of course, there was that unfortunate incident a few days ago when innocent little Ameri walked in on Tirga and me going at it, but after Admi's scolding, she let it slide. Thanks to that, our Ameri ended up getting a sex education lesson. Though... how old is Ameri anyway? She looks like a small, adorable beastkin girl on the outside, but her real age is anyone's guess. And wasn't she originally a guy? Some hairy-legged uncle suddenly gets TS'd into a cute beastkin woman—maybe that's not so bad after all?
Anyway, while the bad weather has us stuck, it's not all doom and gloom. Thanks to Ameri's devoted nursing, Lati's condition has improved dramatically. Her complexion is healthy again, and once she recovered, she started helping out with the housework. Tirga, apparently bored out of her mind being cooped up, took on all sorts of physical chores around the place. And me? What have I been doing?
"Checkmate."
"Th-this is a perfect smothered mate..."
I've been playing chess with Admi, serving as her conversation partner and sparring opponent. I played chess back in the military, but either my skills have rusted away or my brain has turned to mush—I've yet to beat her even once. Or maybe that dwarf girl is just an absolute chess prodigy.
"Still, your chess skills are improving day by day."
"Hah. If I could just raise my intelligence stat with a status window, I'd have won by now."
"A status window? How spoiled. You don't need something like that."
"But other candidates have them, don't they?"
"Of course they do. Even if they did, they'd still die without so much as a peep against the woman you love—Tirga."
Admi figured out that I killed another candidate, huh? Which means that hero who died back then probably had a status window too. Got it. No matter how much you pump your stats with a status window, it means nothing against overwhelming power. Even a broken clock is right twice a day—guess the annoying dwarf's words aren't wrong. Status windows are for weaklings. Only idiots obsess over numbers. True strength can't be neatly quantified with combat power or whatever. Numbers are just for counting money. They don't define strength.
"Care for another game?"
"No thanks. Even if I died and came back, I still wouldn't beat you, Admi."
"You give up quickly."
"It's not giving up—it's knowing my place. Smart people call that metacognition. I'm hopeless at puzzles or anything that requires brainpower."
"The more I watch you, the more interesting you become. I wouldn't mind keeping you around if it weren't for that quest I asked you to do. You'd never be bored here."
"Once the weather clears, I'm leaving. I love the outside world far too much."
Money. I need money. You can't earn any out here in the sticks. I still have to repair the wrecked Solaris, and I need more high-rank summons. Good units are always worth having. Unlike other gacha games, there's no growth currency to worry about, so pulling more won't hurt me. Just the operating costs, that's all.
"Admi, can't you do something about this blizzard?"
"I'm not the goddess of weather."
Tch. Who doesn't know that? Boring. The dull days dragged on. Sometimes I helped Ameri with cooking or chores. I have some pride—I couldn't just freeload without lifting a finger. Still, my experience as a solo-living student and from mess hall duty let me be genuinely useful. This massive mansion had everything needed for human life. Underground greenhouses grew all sorts of crops, and there were barns with various animals. Being able to eat well in this frozen wilderness was all thanks to those hidden facilities. According to Admi, Ameri built all of it herself. She must've been some kind of architecture god in her past life. When I eventually settle down somewhere, I'll have to ask her to build me a house.
In short, my daily life has become the kind of soul-crushingly boring healing lifestyle that terrestrial TV milks for all it's worth. Eating delicious food, doing housework, playing board games together, and having wild sex with Tirga before bed. Oh, right—I also chatted with Lati now and then. Turns out she's originally from the north. The harsh climate and difficult living conditions drove her family to leave, only for them to be captured by the Elf Empire's army and sent to a prison camp. Her parents were both killed by the elves. Whether tragedy or dark comedy, Lati alone survived. As expected, the weak have no place in this world.
"Isn't it hard, following me?"
"It's better than suffering in the camp. And you don't seem like a bad person, Boss..."
"You've got no eye for people, Lati. I'm not a good man."
If she ever heard about the atrocities I committed while working with the Elf Royal Guard, her favorability toward me would plummet. So I'll just drop that little warning and keep quiet. Time passed with these little moments until the sun set and night fell. Tonight's dinner was rotisserie chicken with pasta and roasted vegetables. Crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside—the chieftain's flavor. After the meal came sweet fruit tea, followed by post-dinner exercise. The mansion's basement had a spacious training hall, perfect for working out. There were crude exercise equipment and scarecrows that looked good for target practice. Bored out of my mind, I ended up doing workouts I normally never bother with—push-ups, sit-ups, and trying to control my electricity ability, which felt more like a superpower. No cringey incantations, no mana costs. Just a bit of stamina. If I want to master this power, I need to train my body.
"Oh? Training, Master?"
"Yeah. Testing how to handle this power more efficiently and skillfully."
"Then allow me to demonstrate. Watch and learn."
Tirga put on a flashy display of lightning, determined to show off her strength. It was like a master painter slapping together a masterpiece with a few casual brushstrokes and saying, "Easy, right?" Tirga was strong, but her teaching skills were nonexistent. Not everything can be perfect, I guess.
"See, Master? That's how you wield the power of lightning."
"Y-yeah, that helped. Let's go take a bath together now."
Baths are great. Especially baths with a beautiful woman who has a stunning face and figure. And when you add one great thing to another, words fail. We naturally stripped down, held hands, and headed for the bath. Snow-white skin, long golden hair, lively and confident brown eyes. A tall frame rivaling a man's, with a voluptuous body that begged to be touched, sucked, and groped. Large, beautiful breasts, a toned stomach without an ounce of fat, a slender waist, and firm, nicely fleshed thighs and calves. A magnificent physique that balanced health and sexiness—praising it never got old. And let's not forget that ass.
"Bringing a weapon into the bath, Master? Don't stab me with that."
"That's not a weapon."
"I know."
Cheeky summon. I'd planned to hug her from behind and relax in the water, but I changed tactics. One hand teased her breasts while the other invaded her lower regions. Caught off guard by the sudden stimulation in such a private place, she flinched and let out a sultry moan. A double combo attacking both nipples and clit at once. She could only whimper, completely at a loss.
"Hnn... Master, s-stop..."
No man in this world would stop just because she said to. My relentless caresses made Tirga squeeze her eyes shut, tilt her head back, and tremble as she reached climax. It feels like my sexual technique is the only thing improving, not my strength or combat skills. I was starting to feel like I could make any woman come with just my hands and mouth.
"Coming from foreplay alone without even putting it in? How weak."
"Wh-what? I'm not weak!"
The word "weak" must've struck a nerve. Tirga flared up, spun around, and climbed on top of me. In that face-to-face position, her insides swallowed me whole. That familiar, delicious tightness would never get boring.
"Prepare yourself, Master. I'll torment you until you beg for mercy."
"Want to bet who wins? Let's see whose mouth says 'I surrender' first."
"Fine. You're not sleeping tonight."
Her walls clenched tighter than usual, as if taunting me: Can you really hold out like this? I couldn't take it anymore! My limit came faster than expected. Burying my face between her breasts, I grabbed her ass and came hard. It felt like all my energy was draining out through my semen—like a succubus draining my vitality.
"Haa... Tirga, let's wash up and get out for now."
"Good idea. Doing it in the bath has atmosphere, but it's inconvenient."
When she stood, I saw semen trickling down her thighs and felt myself harden again. But I held back, gave us a quick wash, threw on robes, and headed to the bedroom together. Her damp hair clinging to her neck and cheeks looked incredibly sexy. Is this love? Or just physical desire? I don't know. But one thing's certain—she's mine. Anyone who covets or touches Tirga won't be forgiven.
"M-Master?"
After stripping off her robe, I made her get on all fours on the bed and took her like an animal. Gripping her hair and slapping her ass, I thrust roughly. She only panted, offering no resistance. She was just a weak bitch swayed by my lust. No matter how strong a lightning warrior or giant she might be, right now she was nothing more than a bitch who couldn't move pinned beneath my cock.
"Hnnk... Master, too rough!"
"Huff!"
Beastly sex without any consideration wasn't bad either. We rolled across the wide bed, naked and burning with physical passion. Our bodies, freshly bathed, were soon slick with sweat. We stopped thinking, becoming one with desperate intensity as if tomorrow would never come. Taking turns mounting each other, we bucked like animals, leaving violent marks on each other's bodies. I lost count of how many times we came. My mind was starting to blur—this was my limit. I didn't want to do anything anymore, just lie down and sleep. Tirga seemed tired too; without a word, she spread her arms and demanded I hold her. So we embraced each other and fell asleep.