"Wow... So This Is a Saintess... Wow... So This Is Magic..."
"Wow... So this is a saintess... Wow... So this is magic..."
Before leaving, I wanted to at least thank the innkeeper couple. But of course, tied up as I was, I didn't have that luxury. Getting dragged along with the hero party wasn't my choice either. If anything, it was a relief. I'd gotten a real feel for how demons were treated, and after the village chief had chewed them out because of me, honestly, facing them again scared me.
Leona untied the ropes binding my arms and legs. Not that I was free, of course. My hands were rebound behind my back, and they locked shackles around my ankles—real old-school ones, like from some ancient movie, round and heavy with thick metal bands that clamped just tight enough not to chafe too badly. As crude as they looked, they weighed a ton. Remembering how she'd drawn her sword when we first met, I couldn't even say I didn't want them.
At least we were leaving the village. At least I wasn't tied up head to toe. I tried to think positively like that. But that mindset vanished the moment we stepped outside the village. No, it only took a few steps.
I'd guessed from the rusty metal scraps used as mirrors and the lamps lighting the nights, but this world seemed straight-up medieval. No paved roads, obviously. Even inside the village, it was just packed dirt. And outside? Forest. Tree roots everywhere, dotted with rocks and stones. And I had no shoes.
"Ah, ow! Ack. Ugh, ughh!"
When I woke up tied in the inn after passing out, I already knew the rag I'd been using as a bra and my panties were gone. But my sandals—the strap ones I'd been wearing since waking up amid those monsters—were missing too. No underwear meant my lower half was exposed anyway, but my upper body was the real problem. The tight squeeze on my chest was gone, but now these massive tits bounced wildly with every step. Staring down at the ground, my head bowed low. With my hands bound behind me, nothing to support them, and my posture hunched over, those huge breasts sagged downward. They jiggled even more, thrashed even harder. So heavy they made my whole body sway. The shackles were trouble too. The chains dragging on the ground were annoying enough, but one wrong step and I'd trip forward for sure. At first, it was just a subtle heaviness; now, even taking a single step was a struggle. The weight dug sharp stones in deeper.
"...Why's that thing still back there?"
I glanced up briefly. The hero party was already way ahead. The mage was watching from afar.
"Ahh, ack. Ow, ow."
But I had no choice. Even stepping carefully, I couldn't dodge everything. Rocks hurt. Tree roots hurt. Even the plain dirt stung. Hunched over like that, my back ached too. My soles burned and throbbed. My toes stung like they'd been cut. Hands tied, so I could only rub my thighs together.
"What're you doing back there? Gotta pee or something?"
Aisoll's face was stone-cold, no smile. She strode up and planted herself right in front of me.
"Hey, can't you see we're all waiting 'cause of you? Ugh... that smell..."
Aisoll flinched and turned her head away. The smell. That smell. What the hell was it?
"Hurry the fuck up already. Stop dawdling."
"It... it hurts too much..."
I held it in as long as I could, but a whine slipped out. Aisoll's eyebrow crooked sharply.
"Hurts?"
"...My, my feet. So much."
Only then did she glance down. Footsteps approached. Leona? Coming with her sword drawn? Because I was too slow? Terror hit me.
"What seems to be the matter, Aisoll?"
It wasn't Leona. Soft brown hair cascading to her shoulders and chest. Light steps. A gentle face and a warm voice.
"She's whining that her feet hurt."
"...A demon."
She said "demon" like the others, but the tone was different. Softer.
"What does Leona say?"
"The hero wishes to establish a camp nearby."
The mage and hero were all stunningly beautiful, looks-wise. But this woman was different. Her aura, her demeanor, her speech—everything made me forget my situation for a moment. Beyond beautiful. Dignified, almost regal.
"Already? Isn't it a bit early?"
"We've been moving at a frantic pace until now... Aisoll. Do you perhaps have any spare slippers?"
Aisoll scowled. Less than she had in front of the chief, but still.
"For her? Mine? Right now?"
"Just for a moment."
"Hah, Lucilla. Is that really your divine insight? You sure it's accurate? No, why even—?"
Aisoll grumbled louder. Lucilla just smiled serenely.
"Doubt me all you want, but doubting Her..."
"...Tch, figures it'd be the saintess thing."
Ah. Saintess. She's the saintess. That's why. Holy power, right? This world has a saintess. And she's like this.
She was tall too. I gawked up at her face, mouth agape. It felt like a halo was glowing around her.
"Hey, put 'em on."
Thud. Slippers tossed at my feet. I looked down—and saw my cleavage. I staggered back a step. The stab of pain in my sole made me wobble.
"Whoa, tits... fuck."
...You don't have to say it. I'm suffering enough already. That scrawny body of yours might actually be better. I grumbled words I couldn't say aloud.
A pair of slippers lay on the ground.
"Uh..."
Lucilla had a small backpack, but Aisoll carried nothing. Where'd they come from? Magic? Could I just wear them?
"What, you want me to put 'em on for you?"
"N-no, I can do it."
Lifting one foot shifted all my weight to the other—zap of pain. I slipped them on one by one. They fit okay. The slippers didn't fix everything instantly. They prevented worse scrapes and tears, but the damage already done? No help there. Same with the heavy shackles. Still way better than barefoot, though.
Aisoll kept muttering, clearly pissed.
"Those are expensive, y'know. Keep 'em clean... Ah, shit. At least wash your feet first."
"We'll find a campsite soon enough, Aisoll."
"Like you know when. Next city's fucking miles away."
"Aisoll."
Lucilla scolded her like a child. Aisoll finally shut up and stormed off ahead without a word.
I'd been standing frozen, but a sudden thought made me speak up.
"S-Saintess."
Lucilla was just turning to go, her robe fluttering at the hem. Was that a robe? It looked luxurious, befitting a saintess.
"Th-thank you."
"...You're welcome."
She replied without turning. I took careful steps. Still heavy, still painful. My breasts still bounced. But better than before.
Luckily, we didn't walk much farther before the whole hero party stopped. Thick stumps dotted the area, but for a forest, it counted as a clearing.
"Here?"
"Indeed."
Aisoll asked, Leona answered. Short and to the point. Looked like they were setting up camp. No more walking—thank god. But I didn't see any camping gear. Leona had a big bag, sure, but it didn't look big enough for three people. No cart either. Was this for real? Just sleeping bags on the dirt...?
Another reminder of medieval shittiness.
"Everyone, step back."
Sudden command. Leona and Lucilla obeyed. I hurried backward too, nearly tripping on my chains. Thought I'd fall and lose balance—
Thonk. Back of my head hit a tree.
"Ah, owow... ouchhh..."
Hands tied, couldn't even rub it—just miserable groans. I kept my voice low, scared of Leona. Glanced up through the dense branches. Sun still high. At branch level... below that. A shimmering light. I'd seen it before. Today, in the shed. When they called me sweaty. But this was clearer, brighter, more intense. Lights gathered into shapes. Not flat—three-dimensional patterns. Staring up at the vaguely familiar forms...
Aisoll spoke.
"Done. Come on."
The shapes scattered. Like they'd never been there. I looked down. Leona and Lucilla walked forward. Three tents now stood in the clearing.
"...Huh?"
Nothing had been there before. Just grass and stumps. Where the hell did these huge tents—three of them—come from? I blinked stupidly at the impossible sight. Then I remembered my feet. Hidden by my breasts, but the slippers. The ones Aisoll tossed. Now I knew where she'd gotten them.
"...Wow."
This is magic. This world has monsters, demons like me. But it also has saintesses and mages.
"First time seeing magic?"
That sharp, grating voice. I nodded, still awestruck.
"Yeah..."
Aisoll tilted her head. That expression looked... off. Suspicious.
...Did I fuck up again?