Chapter 2: The Second Button
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 2: The Second Button
The Helena who appeared in Milfgard was truly the MILF of my dreams.
With her navy-blue hair elegantly tied up and a cold yet sophisticated face where youth and maturity coexisted, she naturally exuded the dignity of a noblewoman.
However, in stark contrast to her refined face, Helena’s naked body was utterly scandalous.
Her breasts, larger than her head, overflowed no matter how tightly they were bound with corsets and bandages.
Her alluring, straight abdominal muscles seemed to bear the weight of time with a poignant grace.
Finally, her broad hips and long, shapely legs completed the perfect feminine beauty that was the woman known as Helena.
‘But Helena wasn’t a heroine...’
The Helena who appeared in Milfgard was an extra, just like I am now.
The only difference was that she had a service scene where the protagonist accidentally witnessed her changing clothes.
In my past life, I had put my absolute faith in that one service scene, pouring my heart and soul into Milfgard until the day I died, trembling with a sense of betrayal.
“Young Master, what are you thinking about so deeply?”
That very Helena was now right before my eyes.
Not as a mere piece of data existing only inside a monitor, but as a living, breathing human being.
It seems God really does exist.
To grant such luck to someone like me, who was not only betrayed but met a miserable end...
No, this isn't luck.
This is an order.
A sacred mission has been bestowed upon my second life.
A mission to make not just Helena, but all MILFs, bask in the joy and ecstasy of being a woman...
“Young Master!”
“Y-Yes!”
Snapped back to reality by her sharp shout, I realized with a pang of regret that the Helena standing before me was still an unripened bud.
Of course, the young Helena was also a beautiful woman... but honestly, she was a bit lacking to truly fit my taste.
To be specific, by about fifteen years.
The flow of time would eventually cause Helena’s beauty to burst into full bloom, like a flower in its peak season, transforming her into the mature and voluptuous woman who had captivated me.
As I harbored such thoughts, Helena’s clear voice pierced my ears with precision.
“To be honest, I have no idea why you designated me as your instructor, Young Master. However, since the Lord’s command has been issued, I will train you thoroughly according to our family’s traditions. Is that understood?”
This was the first difference between the world I knew as Milfgard and this reality.
Helena, who had been nothing more than an extra in a fleeting service scene, now had a backstory: she carried the blood of the Clausewitz family, the Sword Saints who had served as the Empire’s Knight Commanders for generations.
Of course, she was from a collateral lineage, not the direct line.
Regardless, thanks to the prestige of being part of the Sword Saint family, Helena was entrusted with the heavy responsibility of serving as the personal bodyguard for the Countess of Konstanz.
In simple terms, she could be considered the final bastion protecting our family.
She was the perfect instructor to forge the body I needed to satisfy all the ladies.
“It’s exactly what I wanted! I look forward to your strict guidance!”
“...It seems you didn't put me in this difficult position out of some childish whim, after all.”
“I simply wish to make you happy, Teacher!”
Make her happy? Of course, it wouldn't stop at just that.
I wanted to see that refined face of Helena’s contorted with pleasure, her tightly wrapped body bared for all to see as she thrashed about wildly.
No, I will make it happen.
Perhaps sensing my grand dreams and passion, a soft curve formed on Helena’s firmly set lips.
“Making me happy will be a difficult task. Even if I am from a collateral line, I still carry the blood of the Sword Saint Clausewitz. Are you prepared?”
“I am!”
A man proves himself through actions, not words.
I gripped the wooden sword in my still small and cute hands and aimed it at Helena.
At that, Helena let out a small, genuine chuckle—a "pfft"—and approached me.
“It was made light considering your age, Young Master... but it seems you still find the weight of a wooden sword difficult to bear.”
“N-No, I don't! Urgh...”
“It’s alright. That’s only natural at your age. Now, let’s start with how to grip the sword.”
Maintain enough strength in your grip so you never lose the sword, but keep everything from your wrists to your entire body fluid.
The left hand determines the direction, and the right hand delivers the strike.
The swordsmanship I encountered for the first time in my life sounded simple in words.
“Hah! ...I don't think this is right...”
“Hehe, is it difficult?”
“...No!”
“It’s fine. You’re at an age where even enduring the weight of the wooden sword is a challenge. Even considering that, you have quite a bit of talent, Young Master.”
“R-Really...?”
“You’re not a genius, though.”
“Hmph.”
As Helena spoke with such certainty, her face seemed to hold not just firmness... but a fleeting glimpse of something like sorrow.
I suppose Helena must have had her own pride and dignity as a member of the Sword Saint family.
She likely possessed talent worthy of that bloodline as well.
But her expression suggested she had reached her current position after encountering true geniuses who surpassed even her passion and talent.
“Please, continue!”
I gripped the sword I had dropped from exhaustion and looked straight at Helena.
Someday, I would soothe that regret—the sorrow of a dream abandoned because her talent and passion couldn't fully bloom.
Because I was the one destined to become a true MILF-guard in this life.
Perhaps my passion reached her... Helena looked at me with a faint smile on her face.
“Yes, Young Master. It will only get harder from here. Are you prepared?”
“It’s exactly what I wanted!”
However... Helena’s training was tougher than I expected.
“First, we will begin with 10,000 Thankful Slashes. The key is to maintain a perfect posture from top to bottom.”
“I-I’m only five years old.”
“In the Sword Saint family, this is the training one begins at that age. Regardless of whether one is from the direct or collateral line.”
“...I understand. So... what’s the next training...?”
“Once you can complete 10,000 Thankful Slashes within thirty minutes, we will add 10,000 Thankful Thrusts.”
This training method reminds me of a certain chairman from a hunter manga...
So this world has more of these human weapons who have undergone such training since childhood...
Of course, whether it was ten thousand slashes or a hundred thousand, I couldn't back down, so I swung the sword.
“Ten...!”
“The angle of the sword is off. Start over from the beginning.”
“What?!”
“The Lord and the Countess said, ‘During training hours, forget that Leon is our son.’ You were there when they said it, weren't you, Young Master?”
“W-Well, yes, but...!”
“Again!”
And so, I began the 10,000 Thankful Slashes again.
Without even knowing who or what I was supposed to be thankful for.
Thus, five years of gratitude passed...
*
The fifth winter passed, and the fifth spring arrived.
Snow that had yet to melt was still piled in the corners of the garden, but the warm touch resting on my reddened cheeks made me feel the arrival of spring.
“9,999!... 10,000!”
The moment I finished the ten-thousandth Thankful Slash, I looked at Helena standing beside me.
More accurately, I looked at the hourglass in her hand.
As soon as I saw the sand was still falling, Helena looked at me and smiled.
“You did it within thirty minutes. Excellent work.”
“Finally...!”
First, I offered my thanks to my father and mother for bringing me into this world with a healthy and strong body.
Next, my thanks to Helena for training me.
Then, to the maids and servants who provided me with high-quality meals and a comfortable place to sleep every day.
Finally, to all the territory residents who supported this lifestyle.
“Gratitude...! Overwhelming gratitude...!”
However, my body was still only ten years old.
It was a body too small and weak to embrace all the sorrowful wives and maidens who had missed their chance at marriage.
I have to get stronger.
I can't be satisfied with just completing 10,000 Thankful Slashes...!
“You have a good look in your eyes, full of passion. I can feel your obsession with achievement.”
“G-Greed? My desire... no, my lust... no... anyway, it’s not like that!”
I’m not a pervert!
I’m just being honest with my desires!
“What do you mean, ‘like that’? And I never even mentioned the word greed...?”
Seeing Helena tilt her head in confusion, I realized this was exactly what they meant by a guilty conscience needing no accuser.
This flow isn't good.
At this rate, my pure passion and ideals might be misunderstood.
“C-Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you hold a sword, Teacher!”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Yes!”
Helena had always only watched over me.
Sometimes she would smile silently while watching me, and other times she would have a somewhat bitter look in her eyes, as if reminiscing about the past.
Watching her, I became certain. The embers still remained within her.
The fact that she hadn't completely abandoned the dreams she couldn't achieve.
And finally... the fact that Helena was secretly projecting those fragments of unfulfilled dreams onto me.
“Very well. Hmm, since we’re at it, it would be good to have an opponent...”
“I’ll try!”
No matter how much of a demon instructor she was, she wouldn't swing a club seriously at a ten-year-old.
It wasn't even a formal sparring match to begin with.
‘Even if Helena approaches this seriously, I have to overcome it.’
Five years spent acting as a commendable and cute young master and disciple.
It was time to reap the fruits of those five years and take one step closer to Helena.
The first step toward my secret wish that I would achieve ten years from now.
Perhaps I just looked cute to her, as Helena looked down at me with a smirk.
“You, Young Master?”
You? How dare you? That was the look in her eyes.
Of course, my sword wouldn't reach Helena right now.
But one day, I would make her writhe in joy and ecstasy before me, by my sword.
“Yes! I... actually want to feel you with my body... Is that really not allowed...?”
Oops, I accidentally chose some suggestive words.
I quickly masked my desire—no, my mission—toward Helena with the sparkling eyes of a child full of expectation and curiosity.
Soon, Helena, still—and fortunately—wearing a smirk, gripped her sword.
“Hehe, alright. If you insist, I shall be your opponent.”
Helena always taught me to hold the sword with both hands, but as she faced me, she held the wooden sword in one hand.
And it wasn't even her right hand, but her left.
I was grateful for how much she was underestimating me, but at the same time, it ignited a man’s primal desire.
“Then, please, teach me!”
“Yes. Then I shall ask for a lesson as well.”
“Here I come! Haaap!”
Dreaming of the moment when the words “I’m... I’m going!” would finally escape Helena’s lips.
I lunged at Helena with a strike filled with my dreams.