Lunatic's Embrace
Die, polar bear.
The quiet dead of night in a forest somewhere within the Holy Empire. A woman clad in a massive conical hat and martial robes, a long single-edged blade at her side, sat perched atop a large boulder. She grabbed the bottle she had brought along and took a long swig. After draining every last drop, she hurled the empty bottle away without a second thought. It shattered with a crash, and she stared blankly at the broken shards.
“Damn it. How can I call myself a martial artist when I can’t even properly avenge my enemies?”
Still seething, Seol Yeon-hwa drew her sword and swung at a tree in front of her. The swift draw sliced the trunk clean in half in an instant, and it toppled with a groan. The thick tree, far too sturdy to have been felled by a mere blade, was severed with surgical precision. Her anger eased a little, but the burn scars began to throb instead.
She had seen all manner of things since being dragged into this other world, but she had never dreamed she would witness a giant in the flesh. The giant had wielded lightning—the very force of nature—as if it were nothing. It was crude and simplistic compared to true martial arts, yet its power could not be ignored. No footwork was fast enough to evade it, and even redirecting it with inner energy had clear limits. In the end, Seol Yeon-hwa’s body bore severe burns from the lightning. No amount of expensive potions or priestly healing magic could fully erase them. The curse-like scars tormented her endlessly, much like the vile techniques of the demonic or blood cults.
“This bitterness that comes with pain…”
“Who’s there!”
Seol Yeon-hwa leveled her blade at the uninvited guest who had shattered her solitude. Yet the newcomer showed no hostility. It was a woman with blue hair braided into twin tails, her eyes lifeless like rotten fish. Her outfit was gothic, the kind modern society would call “landmine fashion.” In the best light it was decadent beauty; in the worst, sheer madness. Seol Yeon-hwa wondered for a moment if the figure was even human or some kind of jiangshi.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Lunatic, the one who wields the power of the moon.”
“Lunatic? What business do you have with me?”
“I want you to taste your pain as well.”
“Taste my pain?”
Lunatic licked her lips with her tongue and approached. Sensing danger, Seol Yeon-hwa slashed the air, sending a blade of sword energy flying. The razor-sharp qi severed several strands of Lunatic’s hair. The girl flinched for a moment but paid it no mind, continuing forward as she spoke.
“You want revenge, don’t you?”
“How did you—”
“I can feel it. The negative emotions of humans. Your painful past, too. Losing someone precious and failing to take proper revenge… must be agonizing, right?”
“You speak as if you know everything about me. Don’t tell me you’re in league with that so-called mage?”
“Mage? Ah, that guy? Relax. We’re only cooperating. Not comrades or in any superior-subordinate relationship.”
At last Lunatic stopped right in front of Seol Yeon-hwa, close enough that their lips might touch with the slightest movement. In that moment, familiar silhouettes began to appear behind Lunatic—martial artists she despised and never wanted to see again. Not only them, but Marquelon and Tirga, mocking her as well.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? I’ll lighten your burden. Surrender your body to me.”
“Trying to deceive me with such cheap illusions. Get lost.”
“Don’t be hostile. I only want to help you.”
Lunatic removed the conical hat and cupped Seol Yeon-hwa’s cheeks with both hands before kissing her. The martial artist, who had never even kissed a man, suddenly found herself sharing her first kiss with another woman. Seol Yeon-hwa was flustered, yet she could not push the mad twin-tailed girl away. It felt as though Lunatic was seeping deep into her very soul, like a sponge soaking up water.
What is this? Why can’t I shake her off?
Her martial artist’s instincts flared. This illusionist was no ordinary foe. She had encountered demonic cultists who used crude illusions before, but Lunatic’s power was on an entirely different level. The rage and hatred that had been boiling inside Seol Yeon-hwa began to calm. Even the burning pain of her scars faded. After all, Lunatic had absorbed every negative emotion with her ability.
Lunatic pulled her lips away and began untying the sash of Seol Yeon-hwa’s robes. In moments her shoulders and chest were exposed. Bathed in the night’s cool air and moonlight, her half-naked form was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Don’t you want to tear that man who left burn scars on your beautiful body to pieces?”
“I do.”
“You’re finally being honest. I can settle your grudge for you.”
“How? My enemy is a powerhouse I couldn’t even handle, and he’s protected by an empire.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Lunatic continued licking Seol Yeon-hwa’s body while touching her everywhere. Before long the martial artist’s clothes were completely stripped away, and her naked form was laid upon the boulder. When Seol Yeon-hwa closed her eyes and opened them again, the scenery had changed. She had been in the forest, yet now she found herself in an antique bedroom. The only thing that remained unchanged was that Lunatic was still straddling her.
“Ah, no. What are we doing, two women together?”
“That’s exactly why it feels even better. I’ll turn your pain into pleasure.”
“This filthy act… hngh!”
Lunatic pinched Seol Yeon-hwa’s nipple and gave it a slight twist. As if a switch had been flipped, an involuntary moan escaped her lips and her entire body tingled. When the mage had molested her, she had felt only humiliation and disgust, but Lunatic’s touch was different. Her body grew hot as if feverish, and her lower regions itched with need. Even though she hadn’t urinated, she shuddered at the sensation of her womanhood growing wet. The martial artist, who had never received proper sex education, couldn’t fully grasp the situation, but when Lunatic’s hand reached her most intimate place, she finally understood.
“Hmm, you’re a virgin.”
“Kgh…”
“A shame, but there’s nothing to be done about that.”
Lunatic licked the fingers that had been touching Seol Yeon-hwa’s womanhood, then stopped the caress. With a promise that she had received her pain well and would take revenge in her stead, the girl turned and vanished. Seol Yeon-hwa reached out and cried for her to wait, but it was too late. When she sat up, Lunatic was nowhere to be seen. She was no longer on a bed but naked atop the boulder in the forest. She had thought it a dream, yet her discarded clothes and bare body told her otherwise.
“This world truly is terrifying.”
To think she had nearly lost the chastity she had guarded all her life to another woman. Seol Yeon-hwa blamed her own lack of training and drew her sword once more.
“Haha, Thunder Punch! Thunder Punch!”
Greetings, my strong and mighty afternoon. As for me, I’m a former mercenary swinging my fists to my heart’s content in the empire’s training grounds. After a week of rest, I had been undergoing rehabilitation and combat training every day at the imperial training facility with the help of the Royal Guard instructors, doctors, and prosthetic developers. Tirga, Morvanel, and I had also discussed and created a joint ultimate technique. Of course, there were minor mishaps where we failed to control our power and destroyed parts of the training facility, but the Führer’s boundless generosity overlooked them.
This Silvareich Arms was truly the best. It amplified the power of lightning several times over, and my punches were now strong enough to smash through walls. On top of that, when I used the ultimate technique, the arm would split open and a built-in cannon would emerge to fire a powerful beam. Of course, it had the drawback of a long cooldown after each shot, but that’s what made it an ultimate technique, right? It felt like I had some overpowered cyberpunk implant grafted onto my arm. I’ll show these primitive fantasy bastards the technological might of the great empire.
Exercising during the day was fine, but the problem was having to train at night too—my body couldn’t take it. After a hard day of training, when I came home in the evening wanting to rest, there were women everywhere trying to jump my bones. Richel, of course, but also Tirga, Morvanel, and even Lati! My balls never had a chance to refill with semen. As long as I lived in this world, I probably wouldn’t have any wet dreams.
“I’m home.”
“Welcome back, Master.”
At least Enarel didn’t touch me, which was a relief. Of course she was pretty and had a great figure, but I had a feeling that if I laid a hand on her carelessly, I wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Yeah, four women already—if I added one more here, my dick might actually explode!
“Where’s Richel?”
“She said she had some shopping to do and went out with the others.”
“Good. I think I’ll take it easy today.”
I was too lazy to even wash up, so I just flopped down. The bed was going to get dirty again tonight anyway, so who cared? But something felt off—like there was someone under the covers. I carefully lifted the blanket and saw a pair of small, cute brown rabbit ears.
“Lati? What are you doing here?”
“A surprise for Master~”
“Master? You should call me Boss.”
“But I’m a maid right now, so Master is correct, isn’t it?”
“Fine, who cares about titles. Are you comfortable living here? You’re right in the middle of the enemy capital, after all.”
“Even so, it’s heaven compared to my hometown in the north or the prison camp. And you’re here with me, Master.”
If it were me, I’d be causing chaos all over the empire. But thinking from Lati’s perspective, our cute beastkin girl didn’t have my kind of power, so she had probably compromised with reality. Having Lati around made it a bit awkward to play the part of a loyal imperial servant. Of course, for someone who had lived through hell, this might actually be better. Revenge really was a simple thing. Suddenly, I found myself thinking maybe I should put off killing that martial artist woman. Richel wanted it too, after all.
“Master? You’re not thinking of going to sleep already, are you?”
“Hm?”
Oh my god. The outfit Lati was wearing was an extremely revealing maid uniform. To think she had been hiding something like that under the blanket. I couldn’t hold back any longer.