Talking Beastkin Bitches and Voiceless Monster Cunts Are Fucking the Village Men! 2-Night 3-Day Outdoor Training, Day 1
"There are a total of three villages near the landing point. The beastkin reported by the villages are known as ogorks and gwiblins."
Ah... so it wasn't orcs and goblins, but those weird names?
It was a fixed-idea error. I'd remembered it wrong. Not orcs and goblins, but ogorks and gwiblins.
"As for monsters: alraune, harpies, wolf females, kahrs, fairies, worm bodies, vibe slimes, tentacle pussies..."
No fucking way! What the hell, so many!? And all with these sleazy names lined up one after another.
The professor rattled off around twenty monster names before finally wrapping up. Most had such vulgar names that even I, listening intently, couldn't count them exactly.
"...With that, starting today, for the next 2 nights and 3 days, cadets will form groups of three and conduct rescue operations. We'll be landing soon, so don't forget to check your personal items."
There was no Q&A time. This was really just confirming the info and training we'd gotten beforehand. The witches seemed to already know everything, naturally starting to form groups.
Me? This was the first I'd heard of the details. Ah, but chasing after Sylvia's naughty antics keeps me busy every day~.
Making excuses like some house husband inside my head... On Earth, this might look pathetic, but it's the proper way for a slave to live. Putting effort into serving my horny owner is the top priority, so no wrong there.
But groups of three, huh. Group activities... bad memories trying to surface. Block! Stop thinking about it.
I wondered about my owner. Was a little worried, but Sylvia had turned total social butterfly in the past year. Being in the student council made it a natural progression, I guess.
Me... uh... I got kinda friendly with the commoners at the cafeteria and the librarians...? Heh, let's not talk about it.
Anyway, the group formed quick. Good thing.
"Tall slave guy, I've seen you passing by before, right?"
A witch with reddish-brown braided hair greeted me. Oh, pretty decent looks on her. No match for Sylvia, though! But she knows me? Why don't I remember?
"Sorry, I don't really..."
"Haha, no worries~ Let's reintroduce. I'm Hailey. Same student council as Sylvia. This is my slave."
"...Julius. You're really tall, bro."
Ah, student council! Kinda rings a bell... ...Nah, no memory. Smooth pass.
Exchanged names with the guy.
"I'm Yuseong. Don't call me bro."
"Ah, yep. Yusei."
Damn. Shoulda just said call me bro.
"Nah, bro's fine."
"...Huh? Yes, bro!"
Even if they call each other sis or bro like lovers calling oppa, they're all adults, right...? Narrow shoulders, slender build, short hair boy... can't tell from a girl. And why are his lashes so pretty? Totally fails to live up to the name Julius.
No matter how they address me, it just feels burdensome.
Don't think he's cute. Don't think he's cute. Sylvia loyalty loyalty!
"...Introductions? I'm Yan.... This is my slave..."
"Dale. Nice to meet you."
A black long-haired witch whose bangs barely let her eyes show, and a male slave with a sturdier build than Julius. The witch named Yan looked over 170cm tall—rarely, she had tits as big as Sylvia's.
I'd been staring a bit too long at her when Sylvia, who'd been interlocking fingers with me, started kneading my hand squeeze squeeze.
Oh crap, eye control.
Unknowingly committing the grave sin of staring too long at another woman! Gotta reflect.
Dale was about 160cm, Sylvia's height, short hair, overall vibe like a youthful soccer player. Argh, so yeah, they're adults even if small. Could be my age... but their looks make me keep treating them like boys.
"Nice to meet you both. Call me Sylvia. This kid's my slave Yusei."
"Yusei... here. Call me 'slave' or 'bro'."
"Then I'll call you slave-kun!"
"......Yes."
Slave-kun.... Better than Yusei, I guess. Yusei is Sylvia-exclusive.
"He fucks me crying and begging every night till I pass out, and only has eyes for me, so you guys better not get too close!"
"Whoa......"
"......Ahem."
Sylvia stretched her small frame to block me, dropping that sudden guarding bomb. Hailey and Yan gave awkward smiles. The two guys blushed and turned away.
No matter their embarrassed reactions, Sylvia didn't care. Living as an elegant noble getting ruthlessly fucked by her slave was straight-up bragging rights. She held her nose high and continued.
"You know without me saying, but you two, consider yourselves lucky to be grouped with me? Those filthy beastkin bitches and monster cunts only targeted village men before, but now they'll inevitably go after our slaves too."
What. Sylvia, unprotagonist-like, boasted with a smug vibe while dropping realistic warnings.
"...True. But I won't let them touch a finger to Dale..."
Sudden spark! Gloomy big-tits Yan declared firmly. To me, it reeked of awkwardly trying to look cool in front of her slave—kinda pitiful. Unlike the women I vaguely remember knowing, her inner thoughts were all out there... so blatant.... Dale this jerk... no reaction to such a pretty girl appealing? Average guy from this world, huh.
"Lemme introduce one more. Hey, eyes here."
[Mm! My turn, huh. Nice to meet you. I am the magic sword Dark Bringer.]
"Whoa, it talks, so ego sword? But magic sword in bracelet form? Doesn't look like a sword."
"To be precise, it's an ancient intelligent item of great age... but close enough. The bracelet form is just a transformation."
[Boy, shall I show you my true form?]
This cringey sword showing off. But since it came up, I switched it back to sword form for the first time in ages.
Whoosh!
Post-volcanic awakening, the elegant blade gleamed with a chilling aura. Gripping the hefty hilt, I supported the flat with my other hand and held it horizontal for them to see.
Yan and Hailey leaned in curiously, while Julius and Dale stood a step behind.
"Whew~ Sturdy body with a rare magic sword? No way slave-kun's a real swordsman?"
"Yeah. Nothing special, though."
"...Boys with swords... dangerous..."
She said that, but Yan's eyes subtly betrayed her attraction to a sword-wielding guy.
Yan, you like male swordsmen types? Still, noble with high chastity ideals. Her tender attitude toward her slave meant no weird feelings for me. Probably just reacting to the unique character archetype. Or not. Whatever.
In this world, a male combatant was novel-like these days. An archetype they wouldn't see in their reality.
Sure enough, their gazes toward me shifted.
"Hehe! Yusei's weaker than me but pretty strong!"
As the mood started treating me special, Sylvia put hands on hips and shrugged proudly.
"But you're not thinking of having the boy fight, right?"
"...Boys shouldn't fight..."
"Yeah bro, it's dangerous. Stay back with me."
"I think it's cool, but same opinion."
No! Did I say I'd fight upfront? I was planning to, but... hadn't brought it up yet, and now everyone's preemptively against it. Awkward.
Glanced at Sylvia—she was fidgeting anxiously. Guessed why. She'd side with them but wanted to respect my will. Perfect. Best move. Obey my owner.
"Sylvia, what should I do? Just hang back?"
"...Yeah! Help out if it looks dangerous! But otherwise, just watch from behind, got it?"
Sylvia nailed the middle ground. Not bad.
The three girls nagging a guy not to show off and just stand back felt uncomfortable. Only assist when risky.
Looking around, groups were nobles with slaves together, no-slave nobles separate. Slave groups had bright or determined faces; no-slave ones were gloomy, dutiful and somber.
Rumble...!
The airship landed soon. Cadets scattered to the three villages by group. Our group—six professors, twelve groups including Hailey, Yan, Sylvia, Julius, Dale, me, and Dark Bringer—headed to a village with dense nearby forest.
At the entrance, a club-wielding granny village chief came running.
"Aigoo, nobles! Welcome! These pussy monsters have been snatching village men nonstop, ruining the vibe! With you here, it'll get better!!"
"You're the chief? ...Any deaths?"
"No deaths, but the returned boys are holed up at home. Poor things......"
"My deepest condolences. Anyone still captured?"
"Weak ones came back early, but the healthy ones are probably still in those bitches' lairs!"
"I see. Safest is guarding the village in case of more raids and waiting for releases, but..."
"Aigoo! Can't do that, too infuriating! Who knows how much they're getting milked right now...!"
"Understood. We'll send some people."
"We'll go!"
The girls with blazing eyes raised wands. All no-slave nobles. Professor sent four such groups to the forest, rest to patrol and defend village perimeter.
Village surrounded by wooden palisade fence. Yan and Hailey wanted to leave Julius and Dale inside, but eyed Sylvia and me and changed plans. What? Girliness contest?
Still don't get what 'womanly' means here, though.
To us it's just 2-night training, but real help for villagers, so let's take it seriously, I resolved.
—The moment that thought hit, Sylvia started rubbing against me.