Chapter 50: There’s Something Better Than Dinosaur Robots!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 50: There’s Something Better Than Dinosaur Robots!
This trip actually seemed like it would be peaceful. Most of those incredibly annoying sisters had dropped out, leaving only Hindel clinging to me.
“Ngh… Haa… Pa-Papa… Ngh…”
“Our Hindel, you have such big, pretty breasts. Good girl.”
For a body that hadn't finished growing yet, the Dragon Lord’s head was a bit heavy. I had asked her to use magic to make herself smaller, but she insisted that it wouldn't be 'playing house' if she did. Her stubbornness was true madness.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I lightly patted Hindel’s lower abdomen.
“Ngh, Papa… Am I… a good girl…? Ngh… Haa…”
The Red Dragon’s body trembled, her forehead drenched in a cold sweat. I wiped the sweat away with my hand.
“Yes, our Hindel is the best. My cute Hindel, who listens to everything Papa says, is the best girl of all.”
The crazed dragon gave a loose, giddy smile and slowly began to let go of the bedsheets she had been gripping tightly. The heavily wrinkled sheets were already soaked through with her sweat.
“Hehe, I’m the best… Hindel is… Ngh… My, my tummy… again…”
I brought my middle and index fingers together and lightly tapped just below Hindel’s navel.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Ngh. Ah, ngh. Mmm… Pang-pang me… Pang-pang…. Give my womb a pang-pang…!”
It was a relief that I was still at an age where I couldn't ejaculate. If I could—or rather, if I could perfectly control a dragon—I wouldn't be using my palm; I would have been giving her an internal 'pang-pang' with a long rod.
“You want a womb pang-pang? Hindel? Hmm? My pretty baby, you want Papa to give you a womb pang-pang?”
“Do it, do it, Papa. Please give me a womb pang-pang…!”
Hindel raised her voice, seemingly devoid of any sense of shame. I raised my hand and delivered a slightly forceful palm strike to the spot I had just been tapping with my fingers.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
“Hyaaah! Ah! Ahhh! Papa, I—I’m…! Ngh…! Ah…!”
“Yes, Hindel, good girl. Good girl. Does it feel good? Hmm?”
The Red Dragon nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. Was it so good she was speechless? When I put my finger in her mouth, Hindel began to suck on it without hesitation.
I lightly stirred her mouth, pressing down on her tongue with my fingertip. Hindel eventually let her mouth hang open blankly, as if exhausted.
“Alright, that’s the end of playing house for today!”
“Auu… ugh…? It’s… it’s over… already…?”
As I tried to get up, Hindel used her mana to press down on my shoulders, pinning me in place.
“Thirty minutes have passed! A Hindel who doesn't listen isn't my daughter! You’re not Mama either! And I’m not Hindel’s Papa!”
The Dragon Lord’s red pupils trembled like a leaf in the wind.
“I understand… So, please… don't say such mean things….”
Hindel released her manifested mana and panted, covering her eyes with one arm. I had to give a reward to a child who listened well. I lightly patted her breasts, which were visible through her thin negligee and were so hard it looked painful.
“There, there, Hindel. Good girl. Good girl. You’re the best girl in the whole world.”
“Haha… Hahaha…. Haa… Haa….”
I pulled the covers over Hindel, whose entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
“Are you leaving…?”
“Hmm? I’ll play a bit more!”
I had to watch the transformation of the Green Brachiosaurus Beta XII she bought me about twenty times. This version didn't just have mechanical noises; it featured lines recorded by a voice actor.
After playing with the toy next to Hindel for a while, our eyes met.
“Hindel Mama, is there something you want to say?”
“…No, it’s just that I am a bad person. Doing such wicked things… I am beyond saving….”
To think she felt 'wicked' over something like simple papakatsu—she was saying some strange things for a mafia boss.
This was a woman whose profession involved sabotaging others' businesses, acting like a thug at construction sites, instigating protests at workplaces, sending in goons to bulldoze residential areas, and planting moles to cause chaos whenever there was a hint of a union forming. Yet, she was feeling guilty over the strangest thing.
“Is Hindel doing something bad right now?”
“…I am.”
At times like this, I had to comfort the sister who spent a kindergarten teacher’s monthly salary on toys as part of her papakatsu expenses. That was the only way she’d keep buying me things in the future.
“I enjoy playing with Hindel, but do you hate it?”
Our Dragon Lord bit her lip. It seemed that wasn't the right angle. In times like this, I had to comfort her the way those 'loli-mamas' from my old world were popular for.
I pulled Hindel’s head into a hug.
“No matter what happens to Hindel, or what you do, if Hindel is happy, I’m happy. So you can't be in pain. If Hindel hurts, it hurts here. Was it the heart…? Yeah, it hurts right here.”
Hindel hugged my waist tightly and rubbed her face against me in silence.
“If Hindel does something bad, I’ll scold you since I’m Papa! So don't worry!”
Let’s leave it at that. I felt like I had gotten a bit too close to the dragon, just like I had with Morian or Alicia.
“Papa…. I’ll be a good girl… Don't abandon Hindel….”
I lightly stroked the head of the weakly mumbling Hindel. She probably had her reasons, but honestly, I didn't have a shred of interest in them.
Truthfully, I was just doing my best to provide service while wishing she’d give me cash instead of toys.
***
“Welcome to the Ice Wall Combat Brigade.”
A silver-haired sister with squinting eyes greeted us. I wasn't sure about her rank insignia, but it looked like she’d been upgraded since the last time I saw her.
“You’ve grown a lot for a boy, haven't you? Hey there, do you remember big sister?”
Cassia Cortin. I remembered she was an active-duty soldier and a friend of my mom’s. Instead of greeting her, I hid behind Mom’s thigh. The 'setting' was that I recognized her from somewhere but didn't know who she was, so I was acting shy.
“I guess you forgot since it’s been a while. You really don't remember me?”
Maintaining these 'settings' was exhausting. At Cassia’s friendly approach, I peeked my head out slightly.
“I remember… a big sister who was as pretty as a snowflake.”
“Hehe…. What a little sweetheart.”
Cassia laughed happily and tried to poke my cheek. I quickly hid back behind Mom’s leg.
“I didn't prepare anything since you said you were coming so suddenly, so what brings you here?”
“First, bring out the Gaia. That useless bipedal walker.”
Cassia opened her eyes. I had a brief thought that she had pretty eyes, but she was staring at Hindel as if trying to read her face.
“…It’s not something I can just bring out the moment you ask. There are preparations to be made; it’s a very delicate piece of equipment.”
“If military gear is that delicate, is it even useful? Then bring out a tank first.”
Cassia’s eyes narrowed.
“I know I owe you, Hindel, but speaking so overbearingly is a bit grating.”
“There’s a limit to how much I’ll tolerate for being Ame’s friend, Cassia. Do I need to destroy another northern mountain range for you to listen?”
The atmosphere began to turn grim. Mom let out a long sigh and pushed me and Grasha back.
“Hindel, it’s bad to treat the Master like that!”
“M-Master?”
Hindel, who had been locked in a battle of nerves, looked at me in shock at the word 'Master.'
“Yeah, the Master! We’re guests! Mom said we shouldn't act like that toward the Master of the house!”
Hindel let out a deep sigh of relief. I had only used the word 'Master' in the sense of a host, but her mind was clearly in the gutter.
“…I apologize, Cassia. So, is there anything big and cool-looking available right now?”
“You, apologizing? Now I’ve seen everything. For now, I can give you a ride in something like an armored personnel carrier. Tanks or the Gaia will take some time for maintenance. For safety reasons, it’s better to schedule those for tomorrow.”
I felt like I understood why female protagonists in stories always told people not to fight over them. Saying some nonsense like that instantly improved the atmosphere between the two!
Hindel seemed to be asking for my opinion. As someone with a deep-seated hatred for military jeeps, it wasn't exactly a welcome suggestion, but I had no choice.
“I want to ride the armored car!”
I needed Cassia to know she owed me, but I had no way to act smug about it. I knew that whatever 'armored car' they had wouldn't satisfy me, but I decided to let it slide.
Honestly, even with all this 'magitech' talk, it was probably just a glorified carriage with a machine gun mounted on it. There was no way a fantasy world could impress someone like me who came from the information age.
Vroooooom!!!!!!!!!
Before me sat a massive, boxy tank. It was about 12 meters long, 6 meters wide, and 4 meters high. It was more accurate to call it a train than a tank.
“Oh, shi—… Holy hell….”
Vroooooooom!!!!!
It was equipped with grenade launchers and a main cannon. Support weapons that could fire from the inside out were plastered all over it. It might have looked a bit cluttered and rugged, but it had something that made a man’s heart race.
“Wow….”
Vroooooooom!!!!!
The cockpit and the troop transport section were separated. The transport section had 32 seats—it was a combat train capable of carrying an entire platoon. No, this was a small combat ship.
Vroooooooom!!!!!
I had no choice but to admit I had underestimated this magitech world. Considering they had planes several times faster than supersonic jets, there was no way the people living in this fantasy world were inferior. As a modern person, I had no ground to stand on regarding my pride or self-esteem.
Vroooooooom!!!!!
“Do you want to try sitting in the passenger seat? Or the troop transport section?”
Cassia Cortin, the silver-haired witch and Brigadier General, made an absurd proposal to me while standing in front of this incredible machine.
“Both!!!!”
I couldn't resist this.
Vroooooooom!!!!!
The combat ship they called an armored personnel carrier let out a thunderous roar.
Suddenly, I really wanted to go to the military academy.