Chapter 19
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: 7. Dyke Barony (1)
-Clatter. Clatter.
Grass... trees... fields... grass... trees... grass trees grass trees trees grass grass trees!!!!!
'Arghhh!!!'
Four hours into the carriage ride since leaving Barua Territory,
and she was already bored out of her mind.
Thankfully, it was a decent carriage, so her butt didn't hurt or anything, but she felt like she was dying of boredom.
No, this is a good thing. How insanely had she been living until now?
She had finally escaped the endless cycle of getting fucked and fleeing, getting fucked again. She should think of it as a blessing.
'Hoo... Guess I should use this time to practice the manual.'
As she circulated mana while looking at the manual, visions of Lucia getting relentlessly pounded flooded her mind.
She wanted to crank up the volume, but the coachman might notice... Wait.
If Invisible works, can it make the sounds audible only to her?
Checking the description on the last page—yep, it was there! Lucia forever!!!
'Alright, let's start with the poses.'
She began studying the mating press pose that the guard captain had just subjected her to.
Ooh... oh... if you do it like that from there, oof...
'Heinkel's training method really forms the foundation for these applications, huh? I can master this quick.'
Charlotte pored over various other poses as well.
Before she knew it, she was so turned on that she unzipped and started masturbating.
She had cursed the guard captain for giving her these pants at first, but damn, they were convenient. Good job, guard captain~
'Hng... haa... I want to fuck Lucia...'
-Squish. Squish. Squish... Splurt!
'Huh? Splurt?'
"Kyaaah!!!"
"Oh dear~ Sir, it's already dinnertime, so shall we have dinner and camp for the night?"
'Fuck, I'm so embarrassed I could die...'
"Y-yes... I'll get out..."
When she snapped to her senses, there was already a small puddle on the carriage floor.
Charlotte pretended nothing happened and stepped out casually.
"It's a long trip, so meals are a bit simple—bear with it."
With that, he started boiling what looked like vegetable porridge.
This was a hundred times better than Heinkel's honey shit porridge.
"No, that's plenty. Just a bit more quantity..."
"Heh heh... Got it. I'll stock up plenty at the next village, heh heh."
The two sat facing each other and ate in silence.
What was this? Something felt off—no sense of unease?
Only then did Charlotte properly look at the coachman.
He had a kind, gentle face and a massive build that gave off a bear-like vibe.
Too bad she couldn't see his dick length...
'Wait!! Why am I thinking about dick length! No!!'
Anyway, big build, slightly dumb-looking face, mid-to-late thirties, nothing suspicious. He said he was the guard captain's junior? Retired, then?
"Um... Coachman sir, were you originally in the guard?"
"Mm... Yes. I was a promising talent when young, but sadly, no mana aptitude for me. Still, gotta eat, so I worked, and about five years ago, I slipped up during an inspection."
"What slip-up?"
"I was very diligent, just bad luck. Some noble's prank got me arrested for insulting a noble..."
"Oh... uh, that's unfortunate... Fired right away?"
"No, they praised me from above for doing well, but then the nightmare began. That young noble punk saw me working fine and started harassing me."
"Huh??? Why?"
"Why? For fun... fun. Tough guy like me became their toy. After shifts, on the way home, noble thugs would gang up and beat me—that was routine. The one that sticks out most..."
"That one?"
"They forced me to rape a woman... Those bastards..."
"Gasp... what the..."
Charlotte was shocked. Holy shit, nobles are insane...
"Know how I felt then?"
"Uh... how?"
The coachman took a breath, then spoke slowly, fondly.
"Fucking amazing."
"......Pardon?"
"That soft skin... the screaming moans... her pussy clenching my dick tight!!! Begging me to stop!!!!! Heh heh... but once I thrust in, she was moaning and loving it."
"Wh-what are you..."
"Why do you think I took you along?"
"You... fucking bastard, don't tell me..."
"Kekeke... Shut up and spread 'em!!!!"
The man sprang up and charged...
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-A moment later
He lay sprawled out after getting beaten by Charlotte.
"Ugh, what a pussy—big body and that's it? Old man! You think I'm easy?"
A mana-less muggle daring to try her?
"Urgh... what woman..."
"Haa... I knew something was fishy. Like captain, like junior."
"Kuh... no, Captain doesn't know..."
"Shut it!!"
-Thwack!
"Kuek!!"
Charlotte landed a soccer kick to the man's side.
It hurt bad; he clutched it and flailed.
"So you changed jobs to rape women?"
"Th-that's..."
-Bam!!
"Kraaak!!"
This time, a kick to the thigh.
"Y-yes... please spare me... that memory was too intense, couldn't forget... nothing satisfied me..."
"Ugh, shut up. More beating for you."
-Bam, thwack thwack
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How much shit had Charlotte taken from rapists?
Now this pathetic rapist shows up—perfect chance to vent. Of course, moderately(?) since he had to drive the carriage.
"Grooo... my legs... my legs..."
Hit the legs wrong? Not her balls, anyway.
"Old man, you got what you deserved. Shoulda lived right, huh?"
"Ugh... won't do it again... please... just my life..."
"When did I say kill you? Gotta get me to the destination!"
"Th-thank you... I'm a pro at long hauls, leave it to me."
She considered burying this rapist bastard and finding another way, but murder was a tad scary.
Fantasy possessors in stories sliced people without guilt, but that's fiction. In reality... it felt kinda gross.
She didn't even know techniques like snapping necks for instant kills. Beating to death would be brutal.
And she hadn't been victimized by him yet, so killing felt off...
Finding another way sounded more hassle.
Better than meeting another Heinkel 2.0 and getting raped. Yeah, traveling with this impotent wannabe-rapist was smarter. Yep.
"Touch me while I sleep, and you're dead. I'm a Sword User. Know killing intent? Come close, I'll feel it. Don't tempt fate—sleep tight~"
Charlotte, now pro at bluffing.
Attacks in sleep were risky for anyone. Blunt force to the head was lethal regardless.
Thus, Charlotte slept three meters from the coachman. His sleeping bag, of course.
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The coachman knew his place now and treated her with utmost respect.
"Hey!! More food, I said!!"
"Ah! Y-yes, sorry, miss!!"
"Miss? Whatever, call me what you want."
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Day 3 of the carriage trip.
'Oh right. Lust Arts, fuck...'
Yes! Charlotte was cursed to have sex forcibly!
'Any dilemma? Just shove the coachman's dick in!'
Having adapted somewhat to Lust Arts, Charlotte felt no shame, sadly.
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"Haaang!! Haaang!!"
"Hnggh!! Miss... I'm dying!!"
"Haaaang!! Shut up and keep it hard!!!"
"Hnggggh!"
Coachman pinned beneath, Charlotte's massive ass devouring his dick as it moved.
Night after night, he got drained, and the two enjoyed their peaceful trip.
Perfect guinea pig to test the manual's mana techniques, right?
Days: manual in carriage, hand-squishing masturbation.
Nights: trying poses, mastering real combat quick.
Charlotte gradually acting like a Lust Demon.
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-Day 5 of carriage trip
First village stop.
Sensing the coachman bastard might act up, she wore a robe and watched him closely.
His robe, naturally.
Bought tons of food. His money, of course.
He suggested inn rest; she refused flat-out.
A rapist like him calling local horndogs? Disaster.
Her rape radar said he'd do it.
Thus, their fun duo trip continued.
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-Day 14 of carriage trip
Dyke Barony at last. Massive, grand walls in the distance—maybe 20 meters high.
"Whoa... what kinda walls are those?"
"Heh heh... Miss, Dyke Fortress is a forward base. Built for battle—a natural stronghold."
"Against what?"
"You don't even know that?"
"Yeah, don't know, asshole. Wanna die?"
Coachman cowered as she raised her fist.
"N-no, not that... Above is demon territory, blocks demon invasions. Most crucial: stops Monster Waves from the eastern Great Plains."
"Monster Wave?"
"Uh... you don't kn— No. Our kingdom has the Mellow Mountains blocking, right? But Dyke's side has no mountains, so monsters pour in like crazy sometimes."
"Why not over the mountains?"
"Oh man, you don't even—"
-Smack
"Aaaagh!! Carriage!! Driving, miss!!!"
Coachman took a hit to the back of the head.
"Ahem... Anyway, mountains too rugged, plus ancient mega-monsters hold territories tight up there—who'd squeeze through? Easier to swarm humans."
"Aha!... One last question!"
"Ha ha... Ask away!"
"Why do monsters swarm?"
"Ah! You don't know that either! Dragons. Dragons."
"Huh? Dragons?"
"Real owners of the Great Plains. Haven't crossed to human lands yet, but every few years, they randomly patrol territories. Weak monsters flee in panic!"
Dragons—felt the fantasy world now. Wait, dragons mean maybe...?
"One more! Elves or dwarves on this continent?"
"Duh..."
Gasp! All exist. What kinda game is this?
"Hard to see, though. Elves and dwarves border the western empire—slaves or serial killers if spotted."
Serial killer elf? Pass.
"We're here~~! Drop me off, miss!"
"Huh? At the gate? Manners..."
Charlotte blinked, dumped at the gate.
"Bye, you fucking slut~ Your pussy was killer!!!!"
"That crazy rapist bastard..."
Carriage sped off.
'Shoulda killed that rapist... ugh...'
Gatefront crowd stared—what? What?—gazes lecherous.
Left robe in carriage; tight leather pants and jacket hugged her lewd body—mortifying.
'Fuck... guards here normal, right? Please...'
Charlotte approached the guard tensely.
Everyone ogled her.
Ooh check those tits, what a jacket, hot, huge ass, fuck that bitch, wanna shove in her pussy.
All sexual harassment ringing in her ears.
'Fuck, in Korea you'd all be sued!!!'
Not Korea, sadly.
"Show your ID."
Guard's dry voice.
"Here..."
'Please please please please'
Guard scanned her ID, then her body.
'Fuck why stare at my body!!!'
Charlotte sensed doom.
Guard finished scanning, spoke.
"What's this?"
-Thud!
Charlotte's heart sank.