The Flat-Chested Guide

"Hey, you. Pull out your cock."

Is raising affection this hard normally? Or is it just this female warrior's affection that's like this… I don't even know how high it has to get before we can have sex.

Well, the higher it is, the better the odds, I guess. There probably isn't some absolute number.

"I'll go wash the stuff that splashed on my face over there, so finish up and come out."

"Understood, Lady Abix. Thank you for forgiving me."

I performed the Grand Bow once more, and she laughed cheerfully as she headed toward the shower.

This world has showers too, huh. Anyway.

Why is it fine to spray it on her chest but not her face?

Completely opposite. So that's why she got mad when it hit her face.

…This is a completely insane female-supremacist world. Good thing I did the Grand Bow. If I'd tried to brush it off, I really would've been screwed.

Do I really have to keep living here? Isn't there another way?

"Huh? Then I just have to ask that witch, right?"

Right. Once I figure out who that witch is, I'll go raise her affection and beg her to send me to a real "orthodox fantasy" world. Until then, absolute low posture. I am livestock. I am the lowest of the low. I always submit to women and bow my head. I kept repeating that to myself as I washed my body.

This should be clean enough now.

"Lady Abix, I will take my leave now."

"Ah, I'm heading out too, so come with me."

"Yes. Understood."

Tch. Should've just left without saying anything. Still, her breasts are so pretty I want to suck on them. I came just a little while ago, but the dirty thoughts alone make my cock hard again. Almost no refractory period… Is this an isekai effect?

"How long are you going to keep that thing hard?"

"I'm sorry. Looking at Lady Abix's beautiful body, this worthless cock just won't go down."

"Hmm, is that so? Then I guess it can't be helped."

She likes being praised. This one is weak to compliments.

"So, what are you going to do now? Being the Hero of Heart means you're useless, right? The Queen sure was generous letting you live."

Still talking however she wants.

"I am merely breathing thanks to Her Majesty the Queen's boundless mercy. On top of that, she even issued the noble and gracious command to assign me a guide so that I, a newcomer, might see the outside."

"I see. Hmm. Fine. Do that."

The Queen already permitted it, so what's with the "do that"… Still, always ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the polite smile. Don't forget. One wrong move and I die.

Before leaving the bathroom I watched her get dressed. Damn, the armor covering those swaying breasts has such a tiny surface area? Does smaller coverage mean higher defense? For armor, the exposure is pretty high.

"Aren't you putting clothes on?"

She finished dressing and looked at me.

"I was naked when I was summoned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠here. The person who guided me here earlier on Her Majesty's orders said she would prepare clothes for me, but…"

"Ahh, right. She's probably waiting outside."

"I see. Thank you, Lady Abix."

"No need for thanks. Let's go out together then."

Before leaving she put her hand on something like a locker by the entrance. Whoooom. Fingerprint recognition? Or mana? Whatever it was, the locker glowed and opened. And what came out was… a large, beautiful bow. Both ends shaped strangely like sword hilts. A bow? A female warrior using a bow? Warriors are front-liners. She handles the front of the party yet uses a bow? Then what was that about training with a sword earlier?

"Hm? Why aren't you coming out?"

"It's nothing. Your bow looked so magnificent I couldn't help staring."

"Kahaha, I'm liking you more and more! You can even appreciate how cool this bow is."

Squish. She pulled my face into her chest. Soft. And since she just washed, the fragrant soap scent was nice.

"There you are, Lady Abix."

"Hm? Masha. So you're the hero's guide?"

"The guide is separate. On Her Majesty's orders I am to prepare clothes."

"That so? Take him."

Abix released me and handed me over to the maid named Masha like she was passing an object. This must be the normal treatment of men here.

I followed Masha past what looked like a laundry room into a dusty corner room beyond. When the door opened, the smell of long-unused dust hit me. She didn't enter, just pointed a finger at one side of the room. Following it, I saw a pile of clothes.

"Choose one you like from there."

Her words were polite, but her eyes were cold, like she was looking at filth. And the clothes were just roughly crumpled piles. Not custom-made… I rummaged through the heap and picked out the least terrible ones. At least the tastes weren't too weird—probably men's only. A plain white T-shirt, comfortable cotton pants, and sneakers I found in a corner. Sneakers? What?

…They killed all the heroes with useless abilities. I almost died too.

"I've finished dressing, Lady Masha. Thank you truly for preparing these clothes."

I bowed at the waist to the woman staring at me with cold eyes.

"Hmm… Follow me. The guide is waiting."

Was it just my imagination that the coldness in her tone lessened by the tiniest bit—like the size of an ant's asshole—compared to earlier?

This time she led me to the lobby. The ceiling was insanely high. Female knights stationed at every pillar made it a little scary. One mistake and they'd cut my head off, right?

"So you're the hero I'm supposed to guide."

I looked up toward the voice. A woman was perched on the second-floor railing. Cute face that suited yellow twintails well. A bit of a mesugaki vibe? And compared to every woman I'd seen since coming here… her chest was small. Since breast size is the symbol of power here, maybe she's weak?

Her outfit was pretty revealing. Tight, shiny leather clothes that barely covered her chest. Maybe this kind of clothing is the default here?

"What are you staring at?"

"I'm sorry. The halo shining behind you and your brilliantly glowing yellow hair blended so beautifully that I lost myself staring at that beauty. Please forgive me."

"Hmm, is that so? At least you've got good eyes."

Masha called up to her.

"Why are you on the second floor? Come down quickly."

"Sorry, I thought we were meeting here."

Boing. Even though the height was considerable, she jumped down easily. Like a cat.

"What kind of hero are you?"

"…The Hero of Heart."

"Kishishi, Heart! Heart? What kind of hero is that? Kishishi."

She has a weird laugh… But I don't know why I got the Hero of Heart title either.

"Still, there's something a little likable about you. Ah! So that's why you're the Hero of Heart? Kishishi."

"Thank you for looking even a little favorably on a worthless hero like me. Might I ask your esteemed name?"

"My name's Comput."

"Ah, Lady Comput. Even your name is beautiful. I look forward to working with you."

"Sure. Just trust me and follow."

The moment we left the palace, a sky that screamed classic fantasy world greeted me. Ah, this is it. This is fantasy. Something that wasn't a bird slowly flying high in the blue sky. A dragon? A wyvern? The background itself is proper fantasy. The problem is it's big-tits fantasy instead of orthodox.

A single road connected the castle to the town. The road felt well-maintained. Entering the town, a lively atmosphere hit me. But only the women were smiling. Men appeared occasionally, most looking like slaves—scrawny, exhausted, radiating powerlessness. Most of those who looked like adventurers wore body-hugging clothes. Their breasts were pretty big too. That's probably why they can be adventurers.

"This way leads to my favorite skewer shop. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll buy you one."

"Thank you, Lady Comput. Honestly I've been looking forward to the food here so much. Coming to a fantasy world like this was my dream. And to receive guidance from such a beautiful person on top of that… I'm truly happy."

"Kishishi, consider it an honor."

I really am looking forward to it. First meal since arriving, so the expectations are even higher.

After that we walked quite a bit. Walked, walked, kept walking. Yet the shop she mentioned never appeared.

"Huh? Is this not it? Hmm… Ah! Over there. If we go into that alley it'll be fine."

I'd already lost count of how many times she'd said that. And a moment later we were standing in a dark alley where almost no light reached even though it was midday. Where is this…

"Where is this?"

Why are you asking me? You're the guide.

"Ah! I really remember now! It's over there!"

She ran. I quickly chased after her. But this place… reeked of slum. Huge, burly, extremely fat women clustered like local thugs, glancing at us. I immediately dropped my gaze. Comput dropped hers too… Why are you?

"Come on, follow me. Today I'm going to properly punish you!"

"Yes."

What's with this sudden concept? I don't know, but I played along with her words. The building we entered was an inn. One that clearly let you call call-girls—no, call-men—in the slums.

"Hourly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠room!"

She shouted confidently at the proprietress who was staring at us. When the woman held out her hand, Comput pressed a few silver coins into it. Then she received a key. The number 205 was written on it. Room 205?

"Stop dawdling and hurry up!"

She's been pretty high-handed since we got here. Still, I follow for now.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

When we opened the door to 205, she checked outside the window with a tense expression. After a while she stepped away from the window looking relieved.

"Whew, thank goodness."

Not knowing what was going on, I just stood there blankly until she spoke apologetically.

"This is a dangerous neighborhood. We almost got into big trouble if we hadn't come in here."

"Is it that dangerous?"

"Yeah… It was really dangerous. For you."

Huh? Why me? What about you?

"You saw that group looking at us earlier?"

"The ones with those weird finger tattoos?"

"Yeah. Slum thug gang. You might've gotten raped by them."

…

"No, just getting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠raped would've been lucky. Worst case you could've been sold at the slave market and spent the rest of your life seed-sowing on the breasts of ruined old nobles. Hero slaves are rare so you'd sell for a high price though."

Did this damn bitch bring me here to get me killed? And what? Sell for a high price? Endure it. I have to endure. Enduring is how I survive.

She checked the window again then lay down on the bed.

"They're still there. Let's stay here a bit longer."

"Yes, Lady Comput."

"Um…"

"Yes?"

"Sorry. I mixed up the roads…"

She can apologize? Wait, isn't a woman apologizing to a man in this world a huge deal?

…Hearing Bell's explanation, I could tell how sincere her apology was.

"It's nothing! Lady Comput. Right now you saved my life, didn't you? I will never forget this grace for as long as I live. Learning that not only your face but your heart is this beautiful makes me extremely happy."

"I-if that's the case, then good."

Her face reddened a little. Was my social skill too perfect? Affection must have gone up quite a bit.

"Haa, I need to rest a bit. You make yourself comfortable too."

Saying that, she stripped off all her clothes. A slender, well-proportioned body. Pale nipples and the smooth mound of her pussy fully exposed. No hair? Natural bare pussy?

"Hero, you take your clothes off and rest too."

"Yes. Thank you for permitting it."

When I undressed, my cock—already hard from looking at her naked body—was revealed as well. She… kept sneaking glances at my cock. Not openly staring, but peeking so obviously it was obvious.

"Ahem, ahem… It's big."

"Pardon?"

"No, your cock. It's huge."

"Aren't men normally like this?"

Only then did she properly look my way.

"No. The men here are all small. I've never seen one this big. At this size it's about the same as a troll or orc…"

Is it because she has little experience? The Queen and Abix just said it was big.

"Maybe it's because I'm a hero? Since I came from another world…"

"That so? Honestly this is my first time seeing a hero."

"I see. I'm truly honored that the first is me, Lady Comput."

"What are you saying…"

She talks like that but I can tell she likes it. She seems a bit kind too.

"Really… an honor?"

"Of course. Look at my erect cock. It's so honored it's shooting straight toward the sky, isn't it?"

"Th-then bring that cock over here. I'll step on it with my foot."

Kindness canceled.