The Comforting Bow's Naughty Secret
Amelia propped her chin on the desk before straightening up and leaning back in her chair, a smirk curling her lips.
"If you wanna walk out of this room in one piece."
"……."
The lax atmosphere pulled taut in an instant, like a bowstring ready to snap.
Amelia smirked mockingly at Giena, eyeing her from a slouched angle. Giena's face stiffened as she tried to meet Amelia's gaze head-on. But…
"Eyes down."
"……."
At Amelia's sharp command, Giena's gaze slowly dropped to the floor. That was when I knew. Giena had completely submitted to her.
"So, what's your answer?"
"……I won't mention this bow to my kin. And… I'll keep everything about its creator, Smith, a secret too."
"Thought you were just some bow-obsessed elf, but looks like those long years gave you a bit of smarts."
"Not as much as you…."
"Huh?"
"N-nothing… I misspoke."
I could've sworn Giena was about to throw some shade about Amelia's age there. Nah, must've been my imagination.
"Elf."
"Please call me Giena…."
"Go fix the wall or something and quit yapping."
"……Anything else?"
"Nothing major. You said you wanna recruit more archers, right?"
"Not archers, but…."
"You talk too much."
"……Yes."
Giena's ears drooped all the way to the floor, her face screaming total surrender as she nodded at Amelia's words.
"I'll help you out with that."
"……Pardon?"
"I said I'll help."
"……You're serious?"
"Fuck. You think I'm here to joke around or fuck with you?"
Amelia scowled, and Giena's ears twitched wildly. Man… those ears looked so touchable.
"Accept my offer, and I'll promote you to silver rank right now."
"That's not quite enough, though…?"
"Ah, shit. I'm talking here."
"……Sorry."
Watching Giena get endlessly chewed out, I figured it was about time to cut her some slack.
"I'll promote you to silver and let you keep that bow in your hands."
"……You're serious?"
"Yeah. Hey, Smith. That cool with you?"
"Uh, yeah? Sure, no problem."
I'd been eyeing Giena's tits and ears, so I nodded on reflex.
"See? The maker says it's fine."
"……The, the bow."
Forgetting all about the life-or-death tension from moments ago, Giena stared dreamily at the bow in her hands. Funniest part? Those droopy ears perked right up with a twitch! She's a real elf when it comes to bows.
"Good… But even if I hit silver rank with these rare elf ears and this precious bow, I doubt it'll draw folks to archery."
"Obviously. That's why you've got a job tonight with that bow in your room. Do it right, and I'll round up a horde of bow-crazed chicks for you. Deal?"
"Is that… even possible?"
"Totally. Heh heh."
Amelia grinned wickedly and patted my shoulder. I'd suspected as much from her words earlier, and yep, my hunch was spot on.
"Smith."
"……Sis. You don't mean…?"
"What, 'don't mean'? You made that thing for exactly this purpose, didn't you?"
"Well… yeah, true."
"Then what's the problem?"
Honestly, I was flustered. She was right on every count, so as the Comforting Bow's creator, I had no business getting shy about explaining its true "function." The hang-up was Giena—she's so bow-obsessed, she'd probably see it as blasphemy.
"You won't get mad, right?"
"Bet she'll love it even more, thinking it lets her bond with her bow. Wanna wager?"
What's so damn funny? The Amelia who'd been menacing Giena like a killer just moments ago was now ruffling my hair and cackling.
I trusted her completely, so I decided to bite the bullet and explain the bow's real deal to Giena.
"Uh, Giena?"
"Yes."
"That bow isn't just for shooting."
"……Then?"
"It's a staple for women in my Sahara tribe…."
I name-dropped my fake "Korea" tribe from the desert to avoid misunderstandings, easing into the explanation.
"S-so, you…?"
"Yeah. Shove it in your pussy and go like this."
Flap flap! At my blunt gestures and words, Giena's ears flushed red and flapped up and down frantically.
"And that protruding bit goes on your clit…."
"Gulp…."
Giena stared holes into every part I described, swallowing nonstop.
Anyway, I finished the rundown, and the disaster I'd feared didn't happen. Her face beet red, she clutched the bow tight with both hands, eyes glued to it.
"Told ya."
"……Yeah. I thought it'd feel like an insult to bows."
"Insult? Heh heh, it turns your lonely, cobwebbed pussy into party central—and with your favorite weapon? What's better than that?"
"Hmm."
Like how guys on Earth call their right or left hand their "girlfriend." Same vibe.
"Hey, elf."
"Y-yes…."
Giena answered Amelia straight, but her eyes stayed locked on the bow. Amelia, who'd been ready to kill her earlier, now grinned at the dazed elf.
"Get outta here. Oh, and come back for lunch tomorrow."
"……I can really go?"
"Yeah, yeah. Take your bow and scram."
"Then…!!"
Giena bolted from the room without a backward glance.
"Kya~ Bet she's gonna pound that thing all night."
"……Will that actually help?"
I meant it. I couldn't see masturbing with my bow drawing archery recruits to her.
"Just solo wanking? Sure, she'd just get bitched at for being a noisy nutcase. Lucky if that's all."
"No way, Sis. You didn't just troll her… Nah, you're not like that. Ha ha ha."
Amelia's death glare hit me mid-sentence, so I backpedaled fast.
She glared a beat longer, then snorted.
"But slip in a few words from me, and it'll change."
"What kinda words?"
"This prick. Got thorns in your tongue or what?"
"Big misunderstanding, Sis."
"……Yeah?"
"Yep. You seem a bit touchy 'cause of Giena."
"Hm, maybe."
"That's it. So, how about a massage tonight?"
"……Sure, why not."
I relaxed only after spotting her lips twitch.
"So, Sis. What's the plan?"
"Simple. Make her moan all night with that bow, then leak that you made it. Oh, and mention the tip's molded from your hand? Boom, explosion."
"……That cool?"
I flashed back to groping legs and asses under the pretense of making stockings for silver hopefuls. Two days later, adventurers went feral.
"It's a bow, not stockings. Tamer reaction. Plus, they gotta learn to shoot first—no crazy shit or dying on the streets."
"Makes sense."
"How we selling?"
"Good question."
Amelia spun her chair to face me, vibe shifting to "caught ya."
"Like the elf said, barely ten thousand chicks continent-wide can even draw your bow."
"So?"
"Sell the full bow to those who can. Price it out with her later."
"Got it."
"That's settled. But do you have to sell it as a full bow? Can't you just make and sell the hand part?"
"Uh…."
Her sharp question bluescreened my brain. Hell, I'd thought the same. But the bow and stockings? God Company's system power, not mine. Can't tweak it.
"I'd love to, but… technical issue. Can't make it without the bow form."
"Not the whole thing—just the dildo end? What's the tech problem, fuck?"
"Exactly…."
Even I knew it sounded dumb. Amelia scowled but dropped it.
After a silent stretch, she spoke up.
"Hey. Can't you just cut off that part?"
"……Huh?"
My head rang. Why hadn't I thought of that? Snip the dildo bit, material revert the rest—zero loss.
What a dumbfuck Smith. Time to seriously ponder if I'm the real idiot here.
"Hiss… But we'd waste so much…?"
"No, no. Great idea, Sis."
"Oh? Yeah?"
"Totally."
Waste? As God Company's elite dispatch, that's nothing.
"But price can't be too high. Cool?"
"Cheaper than the full bow, easy. Why the price worry?"
"Didn't I say? Continent's getting rowdy soon."
"Yep."
Ma Continent and Empire truce incoming, news spreading fast. Kingdoms, done fretting over demons, eyeing neighbors' land.
Amelia flashed a shady grin.
"Territory wars, full wars—worst for the girls heading out? What d'ya think?"
"……Horniness?"
"Oho, how'd you know?"
"Ahem."
Who wouldn't? Suffered it myself pre-first leave.
"Right, pussy power. Earn gold swinging swords, then what? Dudes locked down by lords and kings."
"Heard capitals got gigolos, though."
"Gigolos? Pffft! Bwahaha!"
Amelia pounded the desk, laughing forever.
"Whew~ Yeah, some limp-dick pretty boys. But Smith, you're the first guy I've seen who popped a boner just looking at a woman."
I got her drift.
"Anyway, horniness is their nightmare. Fat stacks, nowhere to spend. Booze and handies at inns, tops."
Earth equivalent: loaded but no pussy, crying in a motel jerking off. Depressing as fuck.
"Enter your massage tool. Horny rich bitches—how they react?"
"……Buy it no matter what?"
"Some'd kill for it."
"Oof."
"Point is, price it right, rake in cash."
"Holy shit."
Stockings alone make me rich, but more money's always better.
"Whaddya think of my plan?"
"Fucking genius."
If it pans out, I'm this country's richest soon.
"Sales cut: 30% to me."
"Heh, sure. 30%...? Wait, 30%?"
Mid-fantasy of rolling with Siron and Kernax on a king bed, I jolted.
"What, hate it?"
"N-no, not really. Just… last time you refused even when I offered more. This feels bold."
True story. Paying her? Never hurts.
"Different scale, kid. Guild expansion, retirement fund. 30% mine?"
"Make it 50%."
Her lip twitched—just a flash.
"Nah, 30%'s fine."
She grinned, messing my hair. Does that every time she's happy.
"All sorted. Back to work."
"Aye."
"Stay on the fourth floor today—no first. Run the halls if bored."
"Gotcha. Go grind, no worries."
"Believing you this time, punk."
She thumped my chest lightly and left.