Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Uterus Strike
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Sip, ha!
Fresh outside air after so long!
Stepping out to the colonnade overlooking the garden felt incredibly refreshing.
"Looking good, White."
"Of course. I've even got my own cute pussy guard squad following me now."
And I'd gotten a rough idea of how all this had started.
The Black-Haired Goddess who sent me to this other world was hovering around me.
She must see something she can use in me.
Honestly, I felt relieved.
I'd worried she'd completely forgotten about a nobody like me after banishing me and was living it up.
Just knowing she was closer than I thought was a huge win.
"No one's gonna believe a no-name outsider like you wrecked Lady Belzaria's personal guard."
"They were pretty tough. Where the hell did those guys even come from?"
"Lady Goddess took them in and raised them herself. They're the elite of the elite, from an orphanage in the south."
So she gave orphanage kids jobs and food?
That explained why they followed her so fanatically.
Their methods were nasty, but it sounded like a good deed.
"How does a kind-hearted goddess like that end up as an elf pimp master...?"
"Who knows. Around here, it's just everyday life."
"I see."
"At first, this place was a total human cesspool. I came from a slum in the south myself."
"...Slum?"
For some reason, it felt like this was the first time I was hearing Biska's deep backstory.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing. Go on."
"When I was a kid, elves got treated like shit. You hardly ever heard of one surviving here for over two years."
"For real?"
How bad was the harassment?
"Then the Goddess showed up and set things straight. She couldn't eradicate their degenerate culture, but she established laws to protect elf rights."
"And that's how it is now?"
"Pretty much. I get it's fucked up to outsiders. But I see it as progress."
"It's not that bad."
In the end, I was treating my own guard squad like slaves too.
You can't just castrate human desire to capture, trade, and fuck pretty, alluring elves.
In that sense...
"This place is just endlessly gray. That's what I thought."
"Maybe."
"You too? Almost ended up in the guard?"
"Similar story, but I wanted to see the outside world. The guard's basically a cult."
"Fair point."
Now it was a cult following me instead of the goddess.
"Things with the elf village got complicated. Wonder what Kana will say."
"Guess the leaders just gotta talk it out."
"Yeah."
I recalled that single light arrow adorning the elf village barrier.
The one Hipeia fired to separate me and Kana.
It forced a heartbreaking farewell, but I figured we were halfway there.
Belzaria had promised aid.
"What'd Bel say?"
"The Goddess has a job for you. Technically, for you and me."
'No such thing as a free lunch.'
I'd half-expected it.
Even if I'd beaten Belzaria, a king no one acknowledged wasn't a king.
I was an unknown foreigner in the south.
Hardly anyone at the capital knew me, I hadn't stolen Belzaria's power,
and now I was the Black-Haired Goddess's plaything, dreaming of revenge alongside Belzaria.
Belzaria had lost her divine power.
How was a goddess without power treated in the divine realm?
"Spill it."
"This."
Surprisingly, she handed me a single sheet labeled adventurer registration form.
"Me? Why?"
"S-Rank. For a long time."
"What?"
S-Rank adventurer? Me?
Seeing my darkening expression, Biska shrugged.
"What's the worry? Even I couldn't take you down."
"What's your rank?"
"A-Rank."
"...You're telling me to hang a rank higher than yours?"
Without powers, even against Biska or Yaksha Rule, it'd be tough right now.
I'd barely won thanks to home-field advantage—did she think I could do it casually?
"She insisted somehow."
"No reason?"
"Said we'd all be in danger otherwise."
"..."
Bel and I shared the same goal. She had something in mind.
"Fine. Lead the way."
Time for an outing.
"Hey, Biska! Shadow Guild's done for. Better prep to switch sides."
"Biska, your ass is killer today."
"Not for you old perv. Look away."
Biska's ass did look amazing.
"Who's the white guy next to you? Boyfriend?"
"Looks like touching him'd get you knocked up."
"..."
Why would I touch? Fuck!
...Though touching would probably impregnate.
"Dunno. Boyfriend...?"
"You fucked?!"
"No way. Biska's still a virgin, right?! Say yes!"
"We fucked. With him."
"Lies!!!"
The group of young guys nearby collapsed in a heap.
Biska fan club?
I'd accidentally shattered their dreams...
'Still...'
Wasn't she too chill?
"Biska. Hanging with a guy like me'll tank your rep."
"Huh? I'm not the type to worry about that when picking guys."
I groped Biska's ass—squeeze.
......
......
No resistance!?
"...Wanna grope?"
"...Guh."
Biska snuggled into my arms.
"What? Wanna touch? Go ahead."
"I-I'll touch."
Squeeze, squeeze.
The feel of her bare ass peeking from the leotard was divine.
Gonna get hard. Wait, already am.
"Ahh. Boner here'd be bad. It's not that lawless."
"I don't wanna either...!!"
Ugh, desperately suppressing the erection.
Focus!!
Pfft.
Biska pressed tight against me, rubbing her tits.
Even worse!!
"Ughhh. Ahhh!"
Erection at 95%!!
"We're here. Hang in there."
"A-Adventurer's Guild, right...?"
We passed through the slums full of Biska's acquaintances and entered a slightly upscale street.
There stood a moderately sized building.
Shadow HQ was mansion-level...
"Smaller than I thought."
"This isn't HQ. Adventurer's Guild HQ is in the central district."
"Central district?"
"Neutral zone no goddess can touch. That's where the profit-driven Adventurer's Guild has its main base."
Must be huge.
"License tests up to B-Rank can be done here. B-Ranks and below operate from district branches."
"How'd you get A-Rank?"
"Went to central once."
Start with B-Rank then?
Entered the Adventurer's Guild.
Smelled faintly of distilled spirits—was this a tavern or guild?
Dusty stone floors, walls plastered with quest posters.
Classic adventurer's guild straight out of a game. Nostalgic.
Middle-aged clerk sorting quests with a tired face,
Receptionists greeting adventurers with kind smiles.
'Receptionist's an elf.'
If that's south district taste, fine.
A pretty purple-haired elf with a necklace manned the desk.
"Lady Biska?! Welcome! Brought a friend this time?"
"Here to help him register."
"Got the forms?"
"Here..."
"All set. I'll handle registration now!"
'That it?'
Too easy.
Even citizen ID takes longer.
"Power test next. Step inside?"
"Go on."
Power test?
Straightforward name.
Following the cute big-titted elf through the back door led to a spacious, quiet room.
"Here. Just hit it."
Just hit it?
A gong bigger than me sat in the center.
Power-measuring tool?
"What if I break it?"
"It's Shadowbind alloy, absorbs impacts. Hit as hard as you want."
The cute elf placed hands on hips confidently.
"No adventurer's ever broken it. Not even Lady Biska."
"What if my hand breaks? You covering hospital bills?"
"..."
"...Pardon? Oh! Y-Yes! Magical protections ensure no worries!"
"Kidding."
"A-Ahaha... Right."
Who wouldn't laugh at hospital bill talk during a power test?
This elf's got guts.
"What if—hypothetically—it actually breaks?"
I asked while loosening up.
Shadowbind alloy? I'd shattered it before.
Guard armor including Nerisa's was that stuff, right?
"No worries! Impossible! In my six years here, never happened!"
"Ever cracked?"
"Nope!"
"Mind a test swing?"
"Go ahead!"
Hup!
I took stance and punched full force.
Fist slammed straight into Shadowbind alloy!
Booom...!!
A deep resonance spread. The elf's tense face—watching for breakage—brightened.
Yeah, figured.
"How was it?!"
"Hand doesn't hurt."
Even plain alloy wouldn't hurt my hand.
My tights outclass it in shock absorption.
'Anyway...'
That was a normal punch?
Maybe Bel figured S-Rank was easy for me.
From divine rank 1 to 2, my body was on another level—one punch proved it.
Suit levels didn't change my body much, but divine rank did.
That punch...
Would threaten even Biska.
"Power... 9,983...!! Wow! Second highest in branch history!"
"Who's first?"
"Lady Biska! 19,233 on first try! Three strikes with Black Luck Iron sword!"
"Three hits allowed?"
"Precisely one second!"
Why was this elf sparkling with excitement?
"Knew you looked extraordinary—a true trained adventurer!"
"Huh?"
"So cool! Ignoring others, just getting strong!"
'Her head's a flower field...'
"I'll cheer you on!"
Pump-fist made me chuckle.
"For real now. Step back. If my hand breaks, blow on it... Nah, heal me."
"...Heal?"
"Here goes!!"
I clenched my fist.
The gong watched silently, as if challenging me.
My tights didn't just absorb shock.
They converted it to usable resources anytime.
Vibration memory held days of sex-built vibes.
'Might seem minor.'
Someone might say just self-harm for vibes.
But random shocks in special fibers leak fast without combat focus.
Layered like bricks, they sink deep like ocean trenches—ready reserves.
Terrifying part: release all at once, even tiny bits.
Smallest unit?
Human heart beats ~100k times daily.
One beat: ~0.93J, lights bulb 0.01 sec.
100k: heavyweight full-power punch.
Humans burn that just living.
My tights always had Silver Kanu punch bonus vibes!!
'...But not enough.'
I circulated accumulated vibrations through tights' fibers.
This world had monsters transcending humans like Biska,
and goddesses like Belzaria I couldn't beat head-on.
So I made a counterweapon.
Sex!!
All sex as nourishment.
Impacts pelvis-to-soft-pussy, micro-vibrations from dick friction,
even womb-shaking throbs at climax ejaculation.
All prep for this technique.
Simple cast, but focuses leaks to one point burst.
I named it:
Uterus Strike
[All accumulated vibrations released in single point]
KABOOM!!
"Kyaa!"
Reception elf tumbled back from shockwave.
I inhaled, withdrew fist.
One hit enough. Long way to bald hero hobbyist levels.
The Uterus Strike-exposed gong tore like newspaper, scattering.
I dusted hands, exhaled.
"Whew."
"Impossible... Power... 100,000... Exceeded durability limit easily..."
"Aw, caps out there?"
Too bad. Wanted exact number.
"Hah! Hand okay!?"
Cute elf rushed over. Panties blue.
"Hand hurts. Blow on it."
"...Blow?"
I got a huff from the pretty elf and left.
The huge noise drew all eyes on return.
"What was that?"
"Fuck, earthquake?"
"Nothing collapsed...?"
"Seemed from back."
Amid murmurs, Biska yawned leaning on desk.
"Biska. Not surprised?"
"Thought I wouldn't be?"
"Nah."
We knew each other well.
"Knew B-Rank ceiling'd be cake for you. Central district next."
Passed branch rite easily.
"License ready!"
Ten minutes later, elf handed it over.
B-Rank Upper White. South branch certified.
Starting B-Rank. Solid.
"Come again, White!"
"Yeah, for more blowing."