Isekai Black Company Smith Ep.6: My Ass is Safe
Thud. In conclusion, the safety of my ass is assured.
That means I was rescued from the kidnapping without a hitch, and right now I'm riding in a carriage heading back to Molingta. And my scalp, half-yanked out by Siron, fucking hurts.
"Damn, this isn't gonna grow back, is it?"
I gingerly patted my noticeably lighter crown and let out a sigh.
Siron's sudden appearance, followed by those glowing orbs shooting into the night sky. Then the clashing of cold steel and screams echoing around. It all quieted down soon enough, and Siron grabbed the hair of one of the bandit girls—not mine this time—and dragged her toward the tent area. Naturally, I straightened my pants like some game's loyal pet and scurried after her.
The spot we reached by following Siron was completely different from what I remembered. The neatly pitched tents were either collapsed or shredded, the ground stained with the fishy reek of blood everywhere. But the real kicker? The bulging-eyed girl, the bandit leader, and Dalia, the main culprit who kidnapped me, were on their knees, hair disheveled and utterly neutralized.
I was shielded by Siron and those women in shiny, expensive-looking silver armor with their magnificent chests heaving, and they escorted me down the mountain to hop on this carriage.
Back then, amid Siron's terrifying aura and the relief of my ass being saved, the whirlwind of events left me dazed. I survived, that's all.
And now.
Alone in the carriage with my mood settling, one thought hits me: she must've known I'd get kidnapped ahead of time and prepared for it.
Makes sense. The labyrinth expedition was supposed to take three days. Sure, I passed out, but judging by my hunger, it'd only been half a day at most. Yet here I am, rescued before sunset and even before dawn breaks, heading back to the city. Can't help but think that way.
"Plus, those big sis types looked like heavy hitters."
I'm a rare male resident of Molingta, sure, but for a former slave like me with no proper ID to get a whole squad of those women to come save my ass? Doesn't add up.
Truth is, as a slave, whatever treatment I get, I got no room to complain. Should be grateful my limbs are still attached.
But getting my scalp ripped by Siron? That's bullshit. Goddamn it. What the hell did I do to deserve her picking on me like that?
While I lounged in the carriage lost in these petty thoughts, we rolled into Molingta. The carriage passed through the east gate and stopped at the guard barracks.
Clank.
A voice from the driver's seat, then one of those full-silver-armor big sis types—helmet and all—poked her face into my cargo hold.
"Get out."
"Yessir."
I hopped out, tense as hell. Shit, not your average coachman. I racked my brain wondering if I'd blabbed anything stupid from the hold, but thankfully, aside from venting about Siron, nothing came to mind. I stuck close to Helmet Sis with lighter steps.
"Follow close."
I nodded, and she started walking slowly. Eyes locked on her rare silver armor, but no one dared approach her don't-fuck-with-me vibe. I shrank under her heavy footfalls leaving craters in the ground with every step, but couldn't hold back a question since we were heading west, not the guild.
"Um... sorry, but could I ask where we're going?"
"To the Rapitera Temple."
"Ah, got it."
Relieved it was the temple, I trailed behind her again. Finally, we reached the western district, a place I rarely visit. Unlike the noisy, bustling east, it was eerily serene, lined with temples and statues of the gods they honored—simple yet dignified.
The grand Rapitera Temple, the largest without being gaudy. Past statues of the abundance god Rapitera—whose overflowing, almost violent bosom we skirted—the entrance was guarded by a sexy holy knight sis with charismatic, piercing eyes.
"Smith from the Adventurer's Guild."
"Understood."
Helmet Sis gave my info to Sexy Holy Knight and vanished without a backward glance.
"Wait here."
"Y-yeah."
The holy knight ducked inside briefly and returned with a plain-faced priestess whose aura and chest rivaled any goddess worshipper.
"Follow her."
"This way, please."
Her smile was sweet, but with hands demurely clasped over her lower belly, it only accentuated her breasts more. Anyway, following the priestess inside, I glanced around cautiously.
And realized one thing: every priestess serving Rapitera and every visitor was abundantly blessed. No skimpers here.
After climbing a few stairs, she stopped at a door and stepped aside.
"Enter this room. Everything inside is prepared for you, Smith brother—no need to hold back."
I stole one last glance at her freely jiggling chest with every gesture, then opened the door and stepped in.
Click.
The door shut automatically and locked with a satisfying sound, but I shrugged it off and surveyed the room. Not huge, but a plush giant sofa dominated, with a steaming basket of mouthwatering bread and several bottles of what looked like fine wine in front.
Gurgle.
My stomach rebelled at the savory bread scent. Like a man possessed, I plopped onto the sofa and crammed bread into my mouth.
"Phew~!"
Shoved till my throat clogged and breath hitched, then chugged the wine.
"This is life. This is sex."
Would've been perfect with fizzy soda, but real good grape wine—not that watered-down beer crap—had me grateful.
"Urp—!! Whew~ But feeding me like this is great and all... no clue why I'm here."
I patted my full belly and sprawled on the comfier-than-my-bed sofa. Eyes drooping, about to surrender to sleep—
"Ahh, can you hear me~?"
Fuck, what the—.
This voice melting my ears, pushing past ear-gasm to rouse my little brother? Thick, sultry, seductive as hell. I hastily tucked my standing soldier back into my panties, straightened my legs, and scanned for the source.
But my legs went numb with fear—no one else in the room but me. My raging hard-on wilted fast.
"Over here~ Look at the table, please?"
This spineless bastard perked right up again. I pressed down my painfully erect dick and turned to the table.
There it was—a shiny round crystal orb I'd missed, too focused on the bread.
"This glowing crystal ball?"
"Yes, yes. That's right. Nice to meet you. I'm Agatha Vürte, one of the high priestesses serving the goddess of abundance, Rapitera. Call me High Priestess or just Agatha."
Her voice alone made her name sound pornographic. Every word sent shivers down my spine, my dick twitching wildly. For real, I might cum from her voice alone.
Is this the true power of Rapitera's high priestess? A force that could make me blow my load on the spot.
But not quite—it's like edging me right at the brink, pleasure yo-yoing without release. My mind's half-gone.
Oblivious to my state, High Priestess kept talking.
"First off, sorry for startling you and bringing you here without rest."
"No, no. I was surprised, but not tired enough to need a break."
"Oh my, you must have amazing stamina. Ufufu."
Sounded like a sultry laugh.
"Still, better to head back to the guild for proper rest than a strange temple. Let me explain why we brought you here."
Back to that hellhole guild with its rock-hard beds? Priests must have a warped sense of humor.
"There are complicated reasons for your kidnapping, but you can hear them directly at the guild later—no need to mention here."
Not about the kidnapping?
"We brought you here to decide the fate of those heinous human traffickers. You're the only witness and victim who can testify directly."
"Uh... so, like, I get to decide their punishment?"
"Precisely—you choose from the preset punishments whichever suits you."
Clunk.
"Then I'll return shortly."
The orb's glow faded to plain glass. The door opened, and the guiding priestess entered with a thick book.
She smiled at me and approached slowly.
"Choose one from here."
"Uh, okay."
I took the book in a daze.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
"Huh? W-wait, what are you—?!"
She dropped to her knees oh-so-naturally, shoving her face between my legs on the sofa. I yelped in shock.
"Those blessed by Rapitera must relieve men's suffering—it's our duty."
"No, that's not—."
"No force, of course. If I'm not to your liking, I'll fetch another."
My mind blanked in panic. Then regret hit. Smith, you dumb fuck. Atheist all this time? Half this isekai lost. From today, I'm a Rapitera devotee.
"Ahem... please, then."
"Ufufu~ Excuse me, then."
With a sultry laugh, the priestess slid off my pants.