Operation: Voluntary Enlistment
“W-wait a second!”
“What’s wrong, Master? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”
“It’s not that. I’ll take the lead. Tirga, take your clothes off and lie down here.”
If I lost control and got devoured like this, I’d lose all confidence as a man and turn into some pathetic bottom bitch. That couldn’t happen. I was the master, and the woman in front of me was my subordinate and summon. Discipline had to be maintained. Time to use what I’d learned from YouTube. The secret technique for satisfying women, taught by a famous Japanese male AV actor! It wasn’t just beds that were scientific—sex was science too.
Pouring every ounce of a master’s affection for his summon into the act, I caressed her entire body with care.
“Hngh, Master, there…”
I’d figured it out! Tirga’s ears were sensitive! I’d overlooked the fact that even non-elves could have sensitive ears. Of course Tirga wasn’t an ordinary human, but that didn’t matter right now.
I tasted her ears, the nape of her neck, her collarbones, and her ample breasts. Then the toned stomach beneath them, her narrow waist, her plump thighs, calves, and even her feet—every inch of her body with my nose, lips, and tongue. So this was what Tirga tasted like.
“Aah, Master…! Put it in already… haah.”
Not yet. If I gave in to those words and thrust right away, all the foreplay would be wasted. Now it was time to properly exploit her weaknesses. The deep, secret forest hidden between her legs, soaked with arousal. First, I carefully brushed my tongue against her clit, swollen with excitement.
She twisted violently, moaning louder. Her well-fleshed thighs clamped around my head, but I couldn’t stop here. Maintaining a steady rhythm, I kept stimulating her clit until Tirga let out a pained cry and trembled all over.
“Oh dear. Did you just come all by yourself without your master even putting it in?”
“S-sorry, Master. Now I’ll make you feel good.”
Flustered, Tirga pushed me down and began earnestly sucking on my erect cock. She wasn’t particularly skilled, but there was something intensely arousing about it. The mighty female warrior, the giant, was giving me a blowjob like she was submitting to me.
“That’s enough. Come up now.”
“Understood, Master.”
She rubbed my shaft against her entrance before sliding it inside. The sensation of raw flesh gripping me without a condom made me gasp involuntarily. This was real, skin-to-skin sex. The stimulation was indescribable.
Tirga naturally took my hand and began moving her hips. It felt like we were lovers making love. If someone asked whether I loved her, I wasn’t sure, but we were doing it the way people who loved each other would. There was a huge difference between sex that only chased physical pleasure and sex that included emotional connection.
“Haah! It feels so good, Master! I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anymore unless I have sex with you.”
“You really say some terrifying things so casually!”
I was barely holding on through sheer willpower, but I couldn’t hold back my climax. I’d reached my limit too. Gripping Tirga’s breasts with both hands, I came hard inside her. She seemed to climax as well, closing her eyes and surrendering to the pleasure. Our compatibility was apparently excellent.
Tirga, looking slightly tired, collapsed into my arms, her ample breasts pressing against my chest. G-cup, maybe? What an incredible pair.
“Let’s just sleep now.”
“Sleep? No way, Master. Let’s do it two more times—no more, no less!”
“Are you trying to kill your master?”
“But I accomplished so much today. I think I’m allowed to ask for at least that much.”
Come to think of it, without Tirga I would’ve died to that self-righteous hero. I’d thought she was just a battle-crazy idiot, but she was surprisingly cunning. Left with no choice, I rested briefly before continuing the extended session. Only after exhausting every last bit of energy on sex did I finally pass out.
***
It was a bright morning when I opened my eyes. Where was I? The ceiling above was clearly the brown one of an inn room. Tirga lay beside me, completely naked, snoring without a care in the world. At least it wasn’t an unfamiliar ceiling. If I’d seen that unpleasant dwarf manager again, my appetite would’ve been ruined first thing in the morning.
He was definitely hiding something and had ulterior motives. Sending people to another world without asking for anything in return? There was no such thing as a free lunch. He had to be after something.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
“Marquelon, are you awake?”
That voice belonged to Richel, who’d been drinking yesterday. I hurriedly threw on the clothes I’d tossed aside and opened the door to find an elven woman in a black trench coat and peaked cap. Damn, for a second I felt like a Jew who’d just been caught by the secret police.
“What is it?”
“Sorry for calling so early, Marquelon. I need your capable assistance.”
“Could you wait a moment? I’ll be right down.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
I shook the sleeping Tirga awake and left the room. The scheming summon had begged for morning sex, but when I mentioned we had a guest, she made a disappointed face. This girl was really trying to mount her master first thing in the morning now. What an insolent summon.
After leaving the room alone, I found Richel and Ibre waiting downstairs.
“You look tired. Couldn’t sleep properly last night?”
“The inn bed wasn’t very comfortable.”
“That’s unfortunate. Anyway, let me get straight to the point. Would you like to work with me today?”
“Work? But I’m already working with the platoon leader.”
“There’s still plenty of time before the battle, so think of it as a separate job.”
“Understood. What would you like me to do?”
Since I had nothing else to do, earning money was all upside for me. Richel’s proposal could be summarized as making adventurers “voluntarily enlist” into the Power of the Chariot forces.
There was a dungeon a short distance from this village. Where there were dungeons, there were adventurers who came to conquer them. All we had to do was catch those adventurers who’d stepped into the dungeon trap and drag them back.
“Unfortunately, the only available personnel is one corporal. That’s why I need your help, Marquelon.”
“I can help, but what are you planning to use the adventurers for?”
“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that. Since you’ve agreed to help, I’ll make sure the compensation isn’t disappointing.”
“Securing slaves, huh. Sounds pretty interesting, Master.”
Just like Tirga said—were they planning to capture adventurers and use them as slaves for the Elf Empire? Elves enslaving humans. It was a twisted cliché often used in stories. Though the fact that these elves reeked of fascism made the picture rather unpleasant, that wasn’t my problem.
Anyway, the four of us set out to make the adventurers who’d entered the dungeon trap “voluntarily enlist.” Of course, since walking was a hassle, I summoned a Rare-grade truck as soon as we left the city.
> Truck summoned. Maximum summon limit reached.
“Oh, what’s this? It looks like a carriage, but there are no horses.”
“It’s my summon. Please get in the front.”
Putting Tirga in the truck bed felt a bit awkward, but she only reacted with the same curiosity as Richel and didn’t complain. Still, I couldn’t let the employer sit in the back. Business had to be conducted properly.
How long had it been since I last held a steering wheel? Any man with a regular driver’s license had probably driven a truck at least once. With a rumbling sound, the engine started automatically, and I drove naturally.
> Due to the Power of the Chariot, Marquelon can skillfully operate any vehicle. Enjoy your drive.
That was one hell of a broken passive! Having a vehicle really made things convenient. The road wasn’t paved so it was bumpy, but it was still better than walking.
“From here on, it’ll be hard to bring summons inside, so let’s walk.”
“Understood, Richel.”
We got out of the truck and walked through the forest toward the dungeon. We hadn’t walked long when a cave appeared—one that clearly looked like a dungeon entrance. The entrance was decorated with skulls and scattered bones of unknown origin. Terrible aesthetic sense.
“Is this the right place?”
“Yes. By now, the guests should’ve gone pretty deep inside.”
Suddenly, a goblin that had been hiding somewhere jumped out. I thought it was an enemy, but it saluted Richel. Raising its right arm high, it shouted “Sieg Heil.” I never expected to see a salute that could get you in serious trouble in modern society right here in another world. As a transmigrator, I must’ve corrupted this world somehow.
Assay, once you’ve come to a fantasy otherworld, abandon all hope and illusions!
“It’s been a while, Richel.”
“Indeed. How are the adventurers who entered this time?”
“They’re young and look like complete rookies. You could probably take them all down by yourself, Richel.”
“Understood. Good work.”
Apparently there was some kind of deal between Richel and the goblins. Elves and goblins teaming up to backstab humans—what a terrifying world. I’d have to keep a close eye on those imperial elves and always stay suspicious. They might turn their blades on me too. The only one I could truly trust was my reliable, beautiful, and strong summon—Tirga.
“Master, if you stare at me like that, even I’ll get embarrassed.”
“Ahem, sorry.”
Richel put her hands behind her back and led the way into the dungeon. That posture made her look like a veteran administrative sergeant coming out to inspect a worksite.
My first dungeon visit wasn’t for exploration or subjugation, but to make adventurers voluntarily enlist. It wasn’t very fantasy-like, but since I was getting paid, it was fine! Money was always right, and that didn’t change just because it was a fantasy world. No arguments accepted. My preconceptions and illusions about the fantasy world had already been torn to shreds like a whore’s cunt.