The Army Marches South
The day of the departure ceremony.
One hundred and twenty thousand troops stood assembled in formation before me. Fifty thousand of them were slave soldiers.
I had expected a hundred and fifty thousand. I clicked my tongue. The force was smaller than I had counted on. It wasn't Princess Aileen's obstruction — she wasn't stupid enough to sabotage a grand undertaking over politics.
The problem was the western front. Complications had flared up there, and reinforcements had been cut back as a result. There was nothing to be done about it.
I recited the speech Yuria had written for me. The soldiers, who had looked grim at the start, began to stir as they listened. By the end, their morale was soaring.
"Soldiers of Rapheli! Heroes of the continent! We will crush the treacherous Cobalt Kingdom, end this war, and seize peace with our own hands! The peace of the continent rests with us!"
"Waaaaaah!"
"I will stand at the front! Follow me! For us, there is only victory!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The army set out for the south.
I, of course, traveled by carriage. And not just any carriage — this one was drawn by a full twenty horses. With that many animals pulling it, the carriage itself was enormous. It even had a second floor; you could think of it as a small manor on wheels. The coachman, by contrast, was a single man, controlling the horses through magical tools.
For the record, the interior was far larger than it looked from the outside. Yuria had used spatial magic, apparently… though I didn't fully understand the principle myself.
The Golden Rose Knights rode escort around the carriage, with the rest of the soldiers trailing behind.
The sight of the carriage seemed to dent the troops' morale a little, but what did I care? The army was already on the move. Disobey my orders or desert, and the only reward was death.
Inside the carriage, I lounged comfortably on the sofa, grinning as I watched Sharnell's breast dance.
"Sharnell! Shake that body harder! Shake those stupidly huge tits!"
"Nngh…!"
Naked Sharnell clenched her teeth. She laced her hands behind her head, spread her legs wide, and rocked her upper body from side to side. Those L-cup breasts heaved and swung. They were truly staggering. Watermelons? Melons? …No, those weren't enough. You'd need something on the order of a durian to even begin comparing them to Sharnell's chest.
Slap!
"Kyaaah?!"
"Hahaha! Getting knocked over by your own tits! Sharnell, you're the best comedian I've ever seen!"
"Heehee…"
"Kikiki."
The maids standing around me couldn't hold back their laughter either.
"Uuuugh…"
Sprawled on the carriage floor, Sharnell pushed herself up with a face gone scarlet. Those L-cup breasts must have cushioned the fall; she didn't look hurt.
Her chest tilted slightly forward. No deep reason for it — they were simply so large and heavy that gravity did the rest. Ordinarily she wore a magically enchanted bra that supported them, but naked as she was, she had to bear that enormous weight without any magic at all.
"What are you doing?! The dance stopped! Hurry up and please me with that breast dance!"
"What the hell is even fun about this?!"
"It's fun for me, so get on with it."
"I don't understand you… you lunatic…!"
Biting her lower lip, Sharnell resumed the breast dance. Then she toppled to the floor again. The weight of her chest threw off her balance completely. The fact that her lower half was completely hidden behind those massive breasts didn't help either.
"Kkukukuku!"
Thud.
Sharnell hit the floor once more. After a few more rounds of this, even I started to get bored. I walked over to where she had fallen. Tears were welling in her eyes; she was fighting hard not to cry. I gripped her under the arms and hauled her upright.
"…Why are you holding me like this?"
"Come on, be grateful I'm holding you at all. You do know what day it is, right?"
"The day the army marches out to save my master. Even so, I'm not grateful to you in the slightest. I'm paying the price for your help right now."
"Don't play dumb. There's still a very important appointment left on today's schedule."
"……Today is the day I offer you my virginity. …Yujin Frucus. You really are the worst man alive."
"I'll teach you thoroughly what a female's pleasure feels like. You've been looking forward to it too, haven't you?"
"Looking forward to it? Stop talking that kind of garbage! What woman in the world looks forward to being violated?!"
"The one standing right in front of me does."
I set Sharnell on the sofa. Forcing her thighs — shadowed beneath that enormous chest — wide apart, I found her smooth slit clenched in a tight line, already glistening wet with arousal.
"Before we get to the main event… maybe I'll enjoy the breasts I raised first."
I took hold of her chest with both hands. The overwhelming weight pressed into my palms. For all their size, they hadn't sagged, and the elasticity was superb. Softness went without saying.
I put strength into my fingers. They sank deep into the flesh. Focusing, I kneaded and squeezed Sharnell's breasts without restraint.
"Aah…, hiiik…"
Soft pink nipples peeked out between my fingers. As her breasts had grown, her nipples and areolae had swollen in proportion. Her nipples were bigger than a pacifier — roughly as thick as one of Sharnell's own fingers.
There was another reason they had gotten so large. I pinched one of her nipples and yanked it hard.
"Hagh! D-don't pull on them!!!"
A white stream sprayed from the nipple. Breast milk. Thanks to Yuria's modifications, she produced milk even though she was still a virgin.
"Well now. Too good to waste — I'll just have to drink it all myself."
"N-no…!"
"Yes!"
I clamped my mouth over her nipple and sucked greedily. Thanks to Yuria's body modifications, Sharnell's milk tasted excellent. I drank for a long while. A pleasant fullness settled in my stomach, yet the milk showed no sign of stopping. A high-capacity milk tank, just as advertised.
I wiped my milk-slicked lips with the back of my hand and pulled off my pants. My cock was as magnificent as ever. I straddled the upper part of her chest — her breasts were so huge that this was the only way I could get my cock into her mouth.
The moment she saw it, Sharnell stuck out her tongue and licked the head. The results of all the training I had put her through.
While she serviced me with her mouth, I reached back and kneaded her breasts. My mind went loose and easy. With my mood so relaxed, my cock felt even better. Even the way Sharnell glared up at me while she had my cock in her mouth looked cute.
Well, someone like Sharnell would make a fine milk maid for me.
I stood up.
"Puhah…"
My cock slid free of Sharnell's mouth. The head was soaked with her saliva.
"All right, Sharnell. The moment of glory…"
BOOM!
A tremendous crash shook the entire carriage.
"Kyaaah!"
"Kyah!"
"Master!"
The maids around us cried out in panic and tumbled to the floor. I barely kept my balance and stayed on my feet.
Being interrupted at such a critical moment put me in a foul mood. I walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside. Floy, captain of the Golden Rose Knights, rode her horse up close to the window.
"My apologies, my lord."
Perhaps because we were at war, Floy's manner was far more formal than usual.
"Skip the apology. What happened?"
"An ambush. A boulder struck the carriage from the front."
"So the defensive magic on the carriage activated."
"Yes. Thanks to that, the horses and coachman are unharmed. However… the road ahead is blocked."
"What?"
I stuck my head out the window and looked forward. A heap of boulders choked the road. We could detour around the sides, but the carriage was the problem — it was simply too massive. And considering the units following behind us, it was better to clear the rocks anyway.
"Damn it. Who the hell is interfering?"
I cast my gaze farther back. In the distance, mounted knights were fleeing, dragging a wheeled catapult behind them.
"They appear to be knights of the Solfmed Kingdom."
The Solfmed Kingdom.
A nation sharing Rapheli's southern border. Swept up in the continental war, it had lost its national strength, and with internal rebellions now raging, it was effectively a collapsed state. That it still existed at all was a testament to its residual power.
Several of Solfmed's cities had declared themselves neutral and managed to stay out of the fighting.
I had expected some of those cities to push back… but I hadn't imagined they would start this early.
"Have those bastards lost their minds?"
"They know the difference in military strength between us as well as we do. In my view, either Solfmed has begun functioning as a nation again, or…"
"Someone is using them. And that someone is Cobalt, without a doubt."
"What Cobalt needs most right now is time. They mean to buy it by using Solfmed's cities."
"Those fools either took a bribe or got threatened — one or the other. Clear that rock pile first. How long will it take?"
"Ten minutes."
Female knights of the Golden Rose Knights dismounted. They strode up to the boulder heap and began clearing it. They were Aura Experts — knights whose physical abilities put ordinary people to shame.
The road was cleared in short order, and the carriage started rolling again.
Sharnell was still sitting on the sofa. She kept her lips pressed tight and avoided my eyes, but she looked like she was waiting for something. For all her pretense, her pussy was clearly itching for it.
We've spent the last two weeks finishing her erogenous development. Deep down she wants to experience sex. But…
The mood had been ruined.
My cock was still hard, but something in the back of my mind felt off. I didn't want to take Sharnell's virgin pussy in a state like this.
I pulled the other maids into my arms instead.
"Aaahn."
"Master…"
The maids squirmed and clung to me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the newly demoted milk maid clenching her teeth and whipping her head away. Chuckling, I spent a blissful stretch of time with the maids.
Three hours later, the carriage stopped, and Floy came inside to report.
"My lord, a fortress is blocking the pass ahead."
I stared at her in disbelief.
"A fortress? What are you talking about? There shouldn't be a single fortress on the route we're taking."
"A demon."
At that moment, Yuria came down from the second floor.
"A demon?"
"Yes. Crowdden, the Demon of Fortresses. So long as he has materials like wood and stone, he can raise a fortress even in the middle of a desert. According to the records, the higher the quality of the materials, the stronger the fortress becomes. He is an upper-rank demon."
"For a demon, that's a pretty ridiculous ability."
"My lord. What are your orders? If we go around the fortress… we'll lose at least two days. And this carriage would have to be abandoned, of course."
"Abandon the carriage? Absolutely not. We punch through the fortress. Conveniently, we have a weapon that can burn our enemies to ash."
Floy looked steadily at Yuria. Yuria alone could erase a fortress without breaking a sweat. But the weapon I meant wasn't her.
I looked over at Sharnell, dozing off in the corner.
A flame-attribute Archmage.
The L-cup breast bomber.