A Strange Random Encounter
I decided to camp somewhere in the woods with Tirga after that bizarre random encounter. She stacked a few dry branches and some logs for firewood, then pointed at the pile with her index finger. A small bolt of lightning shot from her fingertip and set the wood ablaze. Tirga's lightning seemed to have excellent precision control. It wasn't just for sweeping away enemies in a wide area—she could use it like this too. I had half a mind to stare into the flames like some social butterfly, but too many thoughts crowded my head for that to work.
Where the hell were we? If this were a game world and I were a game character, I'd just press M to bring up the minimap and get some idea of our location. Unfortunately, no such feature existed. This wasn't a game world—it was reality. The only "game system" I had was the gacha screen and the information window that listed my summons and their details.
What, a status window? Only noobs used those, right? Tirga's overwhelming strength made that statement feel pretty accurate, but honestly, having a status window would've been nice. I could've dumped points into Strength to become some overpowered musclehead or poured everything into Agility to zip around like a ninja and mess with enemies. It seemed like they'd removed my status window to balance out the cheat-tier summon they gave me. Still, relying on just one summon for combat felt risky. I needed to start thinking about ways to protect myself.
"Master, what are you pondering so deeply?"
"Just wondering how I'm supposed to survive from now on."
"Living isn't complicated, Master. Crush anyone who stands in your way with force and take whatever's valuable. In other words, if you have enough power, nothing is impossible."
"That's a very... spirited way of looking at things."
"Spirited?"
"I mean, it's a good idea."
Tirga had a point. Overthinking things when you're in a hurry never solves anything. Somehow or other, it'd work out. What I needed right now was money. That was the only way to roll the gacha, and I'd need funds to maintain my summons too.
Just then, a loud commotion echoed from beyond the trees. Shouts of "Catch him!" suggested some kind of chase. Not my problem.
"H-help me, please!"
"What the—? Who the hell are you, mister?"
"He's over here! Grab that human!"
What the hell was going on? A human man wearing nothing but his underwear came sprinting toward us, begging for help. Chasing after him were two elves. Elves, sure—but not the kind I knew from fantasy stories.
You know the usual image: light armor, bows, nature-loving types. These two were nothing like that. They wore black trench coats and horned helmets straight out of old Prussia, and instead of bows they carried long staffs—or maybe wands, I couldn't tell. What the hell? Why were elves dressed like they were about to throw up a "Heil Hitler" salute? Was this the world setting collapsing already?
"Insolent human. Did you truly believe you could escape the Imperial Guard of the Silvareich Empire?"
"You there, another human. Hand over that man at once and nothing will happen to you."
"What should we do, Master? Who do you want me to deal with?"
Trust the elves or trust the panty guy. I wasn't about to say "Master, I think I'm pregnant" or anything stupid like that. Something still felt off. In a standard isekai fantasy, this was where some noble lady or a beautiful damsel in distress would show up begging for help. Instead I got fascist-smelling elves chasing a guy in his underwear? The setting and story were a complete mess.
"Tirga, knock that man out."
"Understood, Master."
My choice was the elves—the former option. Think about it: if you're a guy, would you really want to save some ugly dude? I'm not gay. The man hit by Tirga's lightning went limp and lost consciousness. One of the elves slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Thank you for your cooperation, human."
The uniformed elf gave a brief nod of gratitude before vanishing into the trees with his partner. That random encounter had been pretty damn brutal.
My stomach started growling. Dinner time must be approaching. The sun would set soon, so I figured I should eat something before it got dark. I rummaged through my bag again and found a small sack containing jerky and some rock-hard bread. This wasn't the kind of jerky and bread you buy at a supermarket. If it were even that decent, I'd count myself lucky. This was genuine medieval fare—no factory-made, scientifically processed convenience food. I had to force down this weird-smelling stuff just to stay alive. The jerky was stringy and had a strong gamey odor, while the bread nearly knocked my teeth out when I tried to bite it. Tirga, on the other hand, chewed away happily, apparently used to this kind of meal.
"You can have mine too."
"Really? Thank you, Master."
I needed to make enough money to buy soft wheat bread someday. If I lost my teeth eating this world's food, there wouldn't be any implants to fix it.
Once my stomach was roughly full, sleepiness crept in. Today had been way too eventful. I was exhausted. Using my backpack as a pillow, I spread my robe on the ground and lay down. I already missed my soft mattress and warm blankets back home. Some people got to happily shop for modern conveniences with a snap of their fingers even in another world—what kind of situation was I in?
"Master, why don't you come over here instead?"
That pose was unmistakably the famous "come here" invitation. The difference was that instead of some hairy, middle-aged guy, it was a beautiful, sexy Western-style older woman. Tirga had spread her fur cloak on the ground and was beckoning me with a seductive posture. How dare a summon try something so bold with her master? But when a pretty, sexy lady calls you over like that, no man could resist. Besides, sharing body heat by holding each other would be better than sleeping alone, right?
I naturally wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her chest. I'd said it before, but a woman's breasts were truth and the universe itself. Everything in the world existed there, and no man could ever escape it.
"Master, do you like my breasts? If so, you may do as you please."
She removed her upper armor, revealing large, beautiful, firm, pale breasts. Being able to see, touch, and suck on breasts like these in real life instead of on a screen—this was what fantasy was all about! I latched onto her nipple like a baby nursing from its mother. Dinner had been terrible, but this was the real meal. Suck suck suck, lick lick, slurp slurp. Tirga's hand reached for my fully erect member. I naturally lowered my pants and she grabbed it, starting to stroke vigorously. This was breastfeeding handjob—the ultimate skill that could turn any man into a drooling mess, especially when the woman was beautiful and had a great body.
"Ah, Tirga, I'm coming!"
A thick load of pent-up desire erupted onto her hand. Tirga stuck out her tongue and began licking my semen off her fingers. The decadent, erotic sight made me hard again immediately.
"Mmm, quite a lot had built up, Master. But don't worry—I'll take care of it all."
Tirga boldly pulled off my pants and took me into her mouth. The sensation of her wet, smooth tongue cleaning my shaft was incredible. My diligent summon naturally climbed on top of me. And then we became one. What do I mean? I mean she took my large, hard cock inside her wet pussy. The tightness was incredible—like she was trying to milk me dry. The texture and feeling were beyond words. She rocked her hips skillfully, her breasts bouncing. My eyes and hands were busy too, groping those swaying mounds. It was the perfect trinity.
"M-Master! Hnn...!"
I could feel it coming. All the energy in the world gathered at the tip, ready to burst. This was dangerous. If I came inside her, there might be irreversible consequences! But my partner was an SSS-rank, super-ultra-tier giantess with godlike power. Even though she'd shrunk her size to just a bit taller than me, that was only the visible part. No matter how hard I tried to pull out, I couldn't. Or maybe I didn't want to. After all, any man would rather finish inside than pull out.
"Ah, Tirga, I'm coming!"
The orgasm was so intense it felt like every bit of strength drained from my body. It was far more refreshing and pleasurable than when I'd finished on her hand earlier. Fantasy was the best! Go on, say it—isekai fantasy is the greatest.
"Master, I never imagined you were hiding something so enormous in your pants."
"You flatter me. Shall we get some sleep now?"
"Sleep? What are you saying? You don't seriously think we're done after just once?"
"You can't mean... again...?"
I wanted to run. I'd already come twice in a row and was exhausted from everything that happened today. If she kept squeezing me like this, I might actually die from overexertion. I tried to get up and return to where I'd originally been lying, but it was hopeless. Tirga grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down.
"N-no!"
"Hmm? Then would you rather be on top, Master?"
"That's not what I meant—I just want to sleep."
Tirga gave me a very cold look. A summon staring at her summoner like that while trying to devour him? This wasn't the fantasy I'd wanted! But what could I do? Without my summons, I was just a weak, pathetic isekai resident. There was no way I could stop this monstrous, calamitous woman. Suddenly, something soft, warm, and pleasant covered my face. I couldn't think of any way to escape. Actually, did I even need to think? When I could bury my face in such magnificent breasts and bite, suck, taste, and enjoy them...
"How adorable, Master. Just like a baby."
"Mmph mmph..."
She showered me with kisses next—rough, intense kisses that felt like they could swallow everything. My mind grew hazy and I stopped thinking. There were only two beasts here now. Thinking was a luxury beasts couldn't afford.