The Giant's Bride
The massive stone walls of Iron Hill, the great mining city, loomed before them.
Billowing black smoke and the relentless, metallic clang of hammers enveloped the entire city.
Sitting on the driver's seat, Jill swallowed hard without realizing it.
Damn it, is it going to be another inspection?
The nightmare of Baron Behrman's territory flashed through her mind.
From putting on a fake sex show in front of the cavalry to the eventual bloodbath where heads literally rolled.
If something like that happened again, her mental state would completely shatter.
Please, just don't ask me to strip this time.
Jill tightly wrapped her cloak around herself, driving the carriage toward the city gates with every nerve on edge.
She could see guards standing watch, spears in hand.
Here they come... here they come...!
Jill felt her heart leap into her throat as she slowed the carriage. She braced herself, expecting a harsh shout at any second. But...
"...?"
The guards merely glanced at the carriage, then casually waved their hands, signaling her to pass.
"Huh?"
Bewildered, Jill looked around.
"Excuse me? No inspection? No identification check, or cargo search...?"
At Jill's question, one of the guards replied with an annoyed sigh.
"Just pay the toll and move along, lady. You're holding up the carriages behind you."
"Ah, right... yes, sir."
Dazed, Jill tossed them a few coins for the toll and passed through the gates.
This place wasn't just welcoming to outsiders; they were downright indifferent.
What's with the security here? Or is the lord just that confident?
Either way, it was a relief.
Once inside the gates, the bustling—or rather, somewhat rugged—scenery of the mining city unfolded.
The streets were packed with people in soot-stained overalls, and energetic shouts echoed from every corner.
Jill let out a sigh of relief and slid open the small window leading to the back of the carriage.
"Hey, Penis. We're inside the territory. What should we..."
Jill cut herself off. Her brow furrowed in instant disgust.
"Ugh, the smell!"
The moment the window slid open, a thick, suffocating wave of musky, semen-like chestnut blossom scent, sweat, and female pheromones assaulted her nose. The scene inside the carriage was an absolute disaster.
"Haaah... Lord Penis... I want... I want to have your baby..."
Eliana and Astrid were sprawled out, clinging to each other.
Thick, white semen dripped from between both women's thighs, pooling on the carriage floor. Both of them had completely lost their minds, wearing vacant, dopey smiles as they basked in the lingering afterglow of intense pleasure.
And right in the middle of it all sat Penis, legs crossed with a thoroughly satisfied expression on his face.
"......"
Jill let out a heavy, soul-weary sigh.
How the hell am I supposed to clean this up... No, wouldn't it be better to just buy a new carriage? This one is practically biohazard waste.
Jill shook her head in disbelief and asked Penis.
"Hey, we've arrived. What are you going to do in this state? You're not planning to go straight to the Lord's Castle, are you?"
At Jill's question, Penis yawned lazily.
"Why ask the obvious? First, we find an inn, get some food, and scout the area."
"Oh, of course. My lord and master, indeed."
Jill grumbled and slammed the window shut.
She couldn't bear to look at that disastrous sight for another second.
Driving the carriage forward, she flagged down a passerby.
"Excuse me, mister. Where's the best inn around here?"
"Huh? The best place?"
The miner glanced at Jill's pink hair and pretty face on the driver's seat, then pointed helpfully down the street.
"If you follow that main road, you'll see an inn called the Golden Anvil. Great facilities, and the food is fantastic. It's expensive, though."
"Money is no object. Thanks."
Jill turned the carriage in the direction the miner had indicated.
The Golden Anvil... what a rugged name.
The carriage rattled along the main street.
Jill was filled with anxiety, wondering how she was going to survive in this city without causing a massive scene, especially with two unconscious women and a monster driven solely by lust and appetite in the back.
Please... let's just eat and sleep today. Please.
But contrary to her wishes, Penis's eyes were already gleaming with predatory curiosity toward the ruler of this city, Viscountess Beatrice.
The carriage came to a halt in front of the Golden Anvil. Jill looked up at the sky and lamented.
"What sin did I commit in my past life... no, not my past life, my current one. I'm suffering like this all because I couldn't keep my own dick in my pants."
Jill hopped down from the driver's seat with a sigh of resignation.
After securing a room, Jill carried Eliana and Astrid—who were practically like corpses—upstairs like sacks of luggage.
She wrapped them carefully in cloaks to avoid drawing attention and tossed them onto the bed.
"Hey, Penis. Clean them up. I'm going out."
"Where?"
"I want to enjoy some freedom too! Ever since I came to this world, I've been getting tossed around and fucked constantly... I haven't even had a chance to sightsee properly! I'm going out, so don't look for me!"
When she shrieked in sheer frustration, Penis just chuckled, lounging on the bed.
"It's useless. Even if you want to run, you can't. Your location is displayed right on my status window."
"What? Seriously, even that shows up? That's so unfair, you're the only one getting all the good features! Give me a status window too, not just those weird notification pop-ups!"
Jill grumbled, slamming the door shut behind her.
Stepping out of the inn, Jill took a deep breath.
"Haaah... freedom at last!"
Her heart fluttered at the thought of walking through a fantasy world's streets all by herself.
She strolled along, taking in the sights.
Blacksmiths selling weapons, rowdy taverns, carriages hauling cargo—everything was fascinating. But her enjoyment was short-lived.
She suddenly looked down at her own attire.
A single, loose cloak. And underneath...
...Naked.
A wave of intense self-loathing washed over her.
Am I insane? Is there any other pervert in this world walking around naked under a single cloak? I'm literally just an exhibitionist.
Her face burned, feeling as though everyone was staring at her.
Should I... just go back to the room?
But the moment she pictured Penis's smug, smirking face back at the inn, she shook her head.
No. I'd rather die than go back. I'd rather be treated like a pervert out here.
Jill forced herself to walk with an air of confidence.
Deciding to just take a quick look around before heading back, she rounded a corner.
Thud!
"Kyaah!"
She collided with someone.
The impact felt like slamming into a massive brick wall. Losing her balance, she fell flat on her butt.
"My word, lady! Are you alright?"
A deep, boisterous voice boomed from above.
Shaking off the daze, she looked up to see a colossal man standing before her.
He was a bear-like giant of a man, built with an absurd amount of muscle.
"Ah, yes... I'm fine... Ah!"
She let out a gasp as she tried to stand.
Her cloak had fallen open when she tumbled.
Her pale thighs, smooth navel, and the secret, intimate crevice between them were laid completely bare.
"Hieek?!"
Jill frantically grabbed the edges of her cloak to cover herself. Her face flushed so red it felt like it would explode.
Oh my god! Did he see? Did he look? Arghhh! He's going to think I'm some kind of perverted exhibitionist! I'm ruined!
She was too mortified to lift her head.
But the man's reaction was entirely unexpected.
"Hahaha! My apologies, lady! It seems you've been hurt. I tend to be a bit sturdier than most! Hahaha!"
The man didn't seem flustered in the slightest by Jill's nakedness, bursting into boisterous laughter instead.
Then, as if it were nothing, he scooped Jill up in his arms.
"Wh-what?! Let me go!"
Jill squirmed and thrashed to break free, but the man's arms were like solid steel. He didn't budge an inch.
"You seem injured, so let us head to my quarters! I know an excellent healer nearby! Hahaha!"
This overbearing attitude, completely ignoring what others said and bulldozing ahead at his own pace... she felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
What is with this guy... why does he exude the exact same vibe as Penis?
A dark, ominous premonition washed over her.
A very strong, terrifying feeling that she had run into yet another absolute lunatic.
"Now, the healer is close by, so we will be there in no time! Hahaha!"
The giant tucked Jill under his arm like a sack of rice and strode forward.
Jill was about to fight back, but hesitated.
This man's arm muscles were as hard as boulders, and above all, the difference in their physical strength was painfully clear.
For now... I'll stay quiet and look for a chance to escape.
Jill decided to play dead and stay still. But something was off.
He had claimed they were going to a healer, but he was moving past the bustling market streets and heading straight toward the center of the city.
The surrounding buildings grew grander and more ornate until, finally, a majestic fortress wall and a massive gate appeared before them.
Wait, what? Isn't this... the Lord's Castle?
Jill's eyes widened.
Towering spires, fortified walls, and flags fluttering in the wind—by all accounts, this was the Lord's Castle, the very heart of Iron Hill.
As the man approached the gate, the guards standing with spears snapped to attention in unison.
"Salute!"
The guards saluted and immediately cleared the path.
The man gave a familiar nod and strode through the gates.
Who is this guy? Why are the guards so respectful? I thought the ruler was a woman—Viscountess Beatrice or whatever... Then who is this man? Is he the Knight Commander or something?
Jill's mind raced with wild theories.
If he was the Knight Commander, things would get complicated. She couldn't let them find out that Penis and the others were here.
Entering the castle grounds, they passed a wide training field where dozens of knights were lined up. The moment they saw the man, they saluted in unison.
"My Lord Viscount! Welcome back!"
Their booming voices echoed across the field. Jill doubted her own ears.
Vi-Viscount? This guy is the Viscount? Wait, isn't the ruler a woman? A widow?!
As Jill's confusion mounted, a knight who appeared to be an adjutant approached.
He flinched in surprise upon seeing Jill cradled in the man's arms.
"Pardon me... Lord Viscount. May I ask who the lady in your arms is?"
The knight asked cautiously. At that, the giant—the Viscount—burst into boisterous laughter.
"Hahaha! I found a most exquisite lady on my way! I intend to make her my bride!"
"...What?!"
The knight's jaw dropped in sheer bewilderment. As for Jill...
Holy crap!
A silent scream erupted from Jill's throat.
This guy is completely out of his mind! He just kidnaps me off the street and decides to make me his wife? What kind of primitive, caveman abduction-marriage is this?!
Jill wanted to scream and thrash with all her might.
Let me go! I'm a guy! Well, physically a girl now, but I don't want to be a wife!
Her instincts were screaming in warning. The man's steel-like body, the overwhelming aura he exuded...
Jill knew it instinctively.
This man was incredibly powerful. He might even be as strong as Penis—or at least, far stronger than her current self.
If I resist here, I'll just get pinned down in a second.
On top of that, they were surrounded by dozens of fully armed knights.
Is escaping even possible in this situation? No way. Maybe if Penis were here, but on my own, it's absolutely impossible.
Cold sweat dripping down her neck, Jill trembled in the giant's grasp.
I walked right into the tiger's den... Penis, you bastard... if you can see me on your status window, get your ass over here and save me!
Jill's desperate plea went unheard. Humming a tune, the self-proclaimed Viscount carried her through the gardens and straight toward his private chambers.
The giant Viscount carried Jill into the bedroom as easily as if she were a stuffed doll.
It was a lavishly decorated room with a massive bed, but to Jill's eyes, it looked like nothing short of a slaughterhouse.
"Hahaha! You have no idea how long I have waited for a lady like you!"
Setting Jill down on the floor, the Viscount stared at her with an overwhelmingly intense, passionate gaze.
"A strong, exceptional woman who can fully receive... all of me!"
Jill broke into a cold sweat and took a step back.
"W-wait! Hold on! I already have a man!"
As a last resort, Jill tried to use Penis's existence as a shield. But the Viscount didn't even blink.
"What does that matter? It is the law of nature for the stronger male to claim the female! Whoever that man is, I am bound to be stronger, so there is no issue!"
"Are you out of your mind...?!"
He was completely immune to reason. Jill realized she had nothing left to lose.
Fine, it's do or die! Strike first, strike hard!
The moment she gained a bit of distance, Jill threw her entire weight into a punch.
"Take this! Liner Smash!"
Whoosh!
Jill's fist slammed squarely into the Viscount's solar plexus.
Thud!
As the heavy impact echoed through the room, Jill internally cheered.
Direct hit!
But...
"......?"
The Viscount didn't even flinch.
As if she had thrown an egg at a boulder, he simply rubbed his stomach and let out another booming laugh.
"Wahahaha! That was quite a spicy punch! Indeed, my eyes did not deceive me. You are no ordinary lady!"
"Wh-what kind of monster is this...?"
Jill was utterly horrified.
He had just laughed off a full-power punch that had previously sent trained knights flying.
"Excellent. Shall we warm up a bit before we head to the bed? I shall play along, just enough so you do not get hurt!"
The Viscount let out a low grunt and took a combat stance.
"Now, try to withstand this!"
Whoosh! Thud!
"Kyaah?!"
The Viscount's massive palm swept toward Jill.
While it wasn't a lethal blow, it possessed more than enough force to lift Jill off her feet and slam her onto the floor.
Crash!
"Kyaaaah! Ow! That hurts! It really hurts! You hit my bone, wait!"
Jill was subjected to a one-sided thrashing.
Even though he was holding back to avoid injuring her, his baseline strength was so monstrous that every single blow rattled her bones.
Hey, is it even legal to beat up a girl like this?!
Forget counterattacking; Jill was barely able to defend herself.
Ultimately, before they could even exchange a few blows, Jill was completely overpowered by the Viscount's raw strength and thrown onto the bed.
"Ugh... let go of me...!"
"Hahaha! Magnificent! I have never met a lady so well-trained in the martial arts!"
Laughing with pure satisfaction, the Viscount violently tore off his clothes.
Garments fluttered through the air, exposing his naked form. He possessed a bear-like, heavily muscled physique, but Jill's gaze was instinctively drawn to the space between his legs.
And in that instant, Jill's pupils shook as if hit by a massive earthquake.
"Gasp...?!"
Hanging there was a monstrous weapon.
She had thought Penis's member defied human standards, but this man's was on an entirely different level.
A colossal cock, as thick as a man's forearm and so long it looked like it could reach his knees.
Staring at the grotesque, vein-popping monstrosity, Jill was so paralyzed with fear she could barely breathe.
Is... is that even human...? That's a horse cock, isn't it?!
"Hahaha! Surprised? It seems my second self is also very fond of you!"
Flaunting his grotesquely twitching member, the Viscount climbed onto the bed.
"Now, I shall officially welcome you as my bride!"
"Y-you're insane! I don't even know who you are, what do you mean 'bride'?! And we haven't even had a wedding! Who starts a marriage with the wedding night?!"
Jill scrambled backward, desperately trying to resist. She babbled whatever came to mind, trying to buy as much time as possible.
"Do not worry! A husband and wife naturally grow closer once they share a bed! What does it matter if the order is slightly reversed?"
The Viscount grabbed Jill's legs, forcing them apart as he crawled on top of her.
"Now, it is only polite that I introduce myself before we become one."
He smirked, rubbing his massive glans against Jill's wet, trembling pussy.
"My name is Valentine von Winterfell."
"...What?"
