Beastkin Girls and Mute Monster Bitches Ravage Village Men! Outdoor Training Day 1 (2 Nights, 3 Days)
Twilight faded into encroaching darkness. At first, the group stood watch with a sense of noble duty, but boredom soon set in, and they quickly slacked off. They chatted idly with their slaves during shifts or lounged in the shelter, indulging in skinship until night fell before they knew it. Under the starlit sky, even the slave-prostitute roleplay they'd been enjoying crumbled away.
Sylvia had just activated her nipple rings moments ago, her erect nipples ringing and her moans echoing sweetly—ahn ahn♡—but now she held my hand, quietly gazing at the Milky Way.
"………Pretty."
Sylvia's lips parted slightly as she murmured her quiet admiration. A cool breeze tousled her silver hair, and her ruby-red eyes, fixed on the stars, seemed to draw them in, brimming with their reflected light. My heart pounded fiercely. Even after all our lewd escapades, moments like this made me fall for her all over again. No matter how brilliantly the stars shone, they paled next to her hair or eyes in my gaze. I gathered her silvery locks, which shimmered dreamily under the moonlight, and pressed a kiss to them.
"Prettier than that is my master, though?"
"……Tch, you idiot slave! I'm telling you to stick to the slave-prostitute act and keep sweet-talking me into swooning. Don't make my heart race like this—yank me close roughly and say something like, 'No time for useless sentiment; suck my cock instead'……."
"Hm, you really want that?"
"……It felt good, so I'm allowing it just this once as a special treat."
Sylvia's cheeks flushed pink as she puffed them out and leaned into my shoulder with a pout. She slyly slipped her hand—already tucked inside my clothes—down toward my crotch.
"Wanna touch my cock?"
"…I'm full right now, so later—ah, later, ma'am……."
The roleplay had shattered long ago, but Sylvia adorably fumbled through her slave-prostitute honorifics with a whine. Hailey, eavesdropping from the side with constant sidelong glances, suddenly transmitted in a low voice.
"H-Hey!? Something's moving over there…!"
Sylvia's eyes sharpened. She jolted upright from nuzzling against me—my arm draped around her slender frame—yanked out her wand, and chanted a spell at high speed.
"[Owl's Eye]"
It wasn't true owl eyes, just enhanced night vision, but the effect was plenty.
"…Goblins."
With the situation erupting, I didn't sit idle and headed down to fetch Yan, who was resting below. There she was on the sofa, slave seated with her kneeling beneath, her breasts clamping his little cock as she pecked at the tip—smack smack.
He was small compared to me—hence "little cock"—but decently sized. I averted my eyes from her chest, guarding my chastity to Sylvia, only to size up another man's dick. In this situation? Blowjob? And showing it off to me? Pissing me off.
"Whoa!"
"Mmph!? Mmmph…!!"
Squelch—squish—
"Ah, sorry! Enemies incoming—hurry up and come topside?"
Dale's face turned beet red at my sudden entrance, fumbling in panic. He jammed his cock into his master's crotch to hide it, yanking her head back by the hair. My hearing, absurdly sharpened beyond Earthling norms, caught every graphic gulp as Yan swallowed his load with her face buried in his groin.
'Kinda hot… Gotta try that with Sylvia later.'
I politely looked away and waited. They finished up, though I snuck a peek. Yan tidily cleaned him with a post-nut suckle, then knelt with arms twisted behind in at-ease position, letting her slave fix her clothes.
"Ugh, master, tuck those tits in—buttons won't close."
"…Sorry they're so big…"
Dale hastily dressed his owner, then Yan meticulously wiped his cock, tucked it away, and rose. Dale's legs wobbled from how much she'd drained him today. Yan steadied him against her with an awkward excuse.
"…Ahem… Sorry to keep you waiting. As you know, slave service can't stop short of a major disaster…"
It was protocol. I knew it well by now.
"Yeah, I get it. Let's head up."
"H-Hyung, you didn't see mine, right?"
"Nah, man."
Why even ask? As we climbed, Dale's flushed question nearly earned him a smack.
"Got her. Hailey went to alert the village."
Sylvia—kneeling like a veteran sentry, one knee down, right hand on the railing, scanning ahead—slapped her left side. Come sit. Her loyal slave, I scurried over and mirrored her pose. She looped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear.
Eek, tickles.
"My slave, first goblins for you? They're filthy pests that swarm men, rubbing all over. If they swipe even precum with their hands, they shove it deep in their pussies and get knocked up easy. Don't let 'em touch you."
"What?"
What the hell? Stunned, I channeled mana to glimpse them. My sight enhanced. A year post-Dark Bringer's awakening, I'd grown strong, but still no spells—just physical boosts via mana. Great at it now, though focusing on one body part lagged behind true magic. Still, I could handle this range solo.
Seeing them up close, I couldn't help blurting,
"……They're total kids."
Goblins: dark olive-skinned munchkins in rag dresses. Forest-dwellers, their small frames sported surprisingly sturdy, agile limbs poking out. Short and squat, wielding sticks, with wild long hair in twin tails—reds, greens, blacks. Pointy ears, mischievous upturned eyes. Shark-like jagged teeth flashed mid-chatter.
'Tanned lolis…?'
Grotesque to me, tastes fixed on Sylvia. She grinned at my grimace, baring neat teeth, and chanted.
"[Bat's Ear]"
Bat hearing. My ears sharpened to eavesdrop from afar, thanks to Sylvia.
"Ooh, I can hear their chatter. Thanks, Sylvia."
"Thank me with a kiss."
I obliged. I could boost sight solo, but hearing had limits—Sylvia covered it. The others hushed, focusing to listen.
-Kkuchi, kkuchi, pretty man kkuchi eat cum shifta~!
-When Ogork come? Waitin' so long borin'!!
-Go just us?
-No! Village clubs smash flat!!
-Zergil… frustratin'! Wait Ogork!
Crouched in brush, twirling sticks. Their humanoid-ish speech was mostly intelligible.
"Filthy beastkin bitches yapping loud. Waiting for ogorks, looks like."
"Sylvia, think they suspect eavesdropping from here?"
"Hehe, nah."
"But why kidnap human men?"
"Huh? Curious?"
"Kinda. Books say they have males—why risk it?"
"Dunno all goblins, but from noble interrogations: they crave hot bodies like us girls."
"Human genes for bigger next-gen…?"
"Eh, centuries of it, but only hair/eye color changes? Jagged teeth, skin, size unchanged—pointless."
"O… Aren't they due to quit?"
"Beauty lust is bitch instinct. No other options."
Makes sense?
Sylvia continued,
"Nah, nobler than that—truth is, they tasted human cock and got hooked. Filthy beastkin bitches."
Yan, watching the opposite side, yelled,
"…Ogorks appearing…!"
Turning, 2-meter-tall women emerged from the woods. Long fangs jutting lips, hair bundled back or wild bobs, healthy copper skin barely covered in beast pelts, primitive wooden spears.
"……What? Goblins aside, ogorks don't feel that strong?"
"…Slave squad. Ogorks strong…! Don't underestimate…"
Yan countered, but they screamed weak. Sylvia looked chill too. She whispered,
"…Weak compared to volcanic zone!"
"…Ah!"
No sweat then~. Thought it was a misread; numbers big, but meh. Tension eased.
Hailey returned from alerting.
"Ugh! Bad news, guys. Worse elsewhere—hordes swarming. We defend solo."
"What? We got twelve groups!"
Hailey crossed arms.
"Prof says monsters piling other spots too."
"No choice."
"Damn, this many already? Others worse? Big trouble. …How's this village survived?"
"Huh? Even small village can't handle kidnapping, milking, returning men without numbers."
"???"
Only I blinked. Sylvia realized, explaining,
-Beastkin raid: minimize casualties, snatch men, milk 'em, release.
-Vs resistors: precise strikes, controlled force.
-Humans avoid killing/maiming beastkin too.
-One death? Shitstorm.
"No… what the."
"Sorry. My slave's common sense lacking."
Sylvia apologized late to others. Non-lethal squishy fights as norm? Mind-blowing.
"Ah! They're coming!"
No time to process; goblins merged with ogorks, advancing. Muscled warrior sistas and dwarf gremlins united, eyes burning lust.
"Julius! Sis'll show cool side—watch?"
"…Dale. Master's back soon…?"
They flew up with flight spells, then dove groundward.
Why land!? Sky-bomb 'em easy!
"My slave, watch. Master's quick cleanup!"
Sylvia leaped stylishly, landing soft. The trio faced the horde.
"Wh-Why ground fight? Aerial dominance wins easy."
Dark Bringer chided.
[Heh heh… Boy unaware of fair fight?]
"Am I the weirdo?"
"Hyung, unless super disadvantaged, same ground as foe is proper."
"But outnumbered huge, no need?"
"Nobles here—even match. Ground start natural."
"………Right?"
Outnumbered, I shrank, convinced. Watching, yeah—too human-like to harm.
Squishy isekai.
I had to grasp this soft mindset. For life with Sylvia, didn't wanna seem freak….