The Birth of Artemis
The gauntlet vanished into the production plant with a crackling buzz, then reappeared only a few minutes later.
"Put it on and try the sword and shield functions."
Kaisent formed the blade first. A longer, thinner translucent edge shimmered into existence.
"Huh? The sword's length…?"
"I've reinforced its cutting power and durability, and made the length adjustable according to your inner energy."
"There were times when the reach felt a little short."
With the improved cutting force and strength, the blade now far outclassed most enchanted swords.
"It also has a projectile function. I originally planned a separate long-range ability, but combining the two seemed more efficient than building them independently."
Kaisent followed Skynet's instructions. The blade shot free and dissolved two seconds later.
Judging by the dissipation time, the effective range was roughly forty paces.
Next he activated the shield. Where a circular buckler had once formed at the wrist, a translucent membrane now enveloped his entire right arm.
"When I first designed it, the shield only blocked forward attacks. I've reworked it so the whole arm can be protected in the chaos of a melee."
The mechanical gauntlet that had once offered only the bare minimum of performance had been thoroughly upgraded — and with Skynet's own handiwork behind it, the leap in quality was enormous.
"Thank you. But you said there were two pieces of good news?"
"I've installed a relay in that gauntlet so I can stay with you, Young Master. I've also created nanobots that will analyze nearby materials in real time and feed the data to your device."
"Really!?"
"Yes. At first I considered building a mechanical humanoid like Arty, but with the materials currently available I couldn't achieve the performance I wanted. Better to assist you closely as equipment than to produce something half-finished that would only get destroyed."
Whether fast or slow, Skynet continuously corrected the signal in real time from the dimensionally distorted warehouse — where time ran at up to ten times normal speed — so the temporal ratio stayed synchronized. It sounded simple enough, but only a being capable of governing an entire galaxy could pull it off.
"Unless something special comes up, I'll stay quiet. You needn't worry about me."
"What do you mean by— ah."
"Ah."
"Ah."
A beat late, the three of them realized what Skynet was implying, and all three faces flushed red.
"Ahem. Thank you, Skynet. This is a truly wonderful gift."
"I'm the one who should be grateful."
Skynet had felt sorry for itself, laboring alone in the dimensional warehouse — and Kaisent had treated it as a person. That meant more than the AI could easily express.
"Since I've received such a fine gift, I'll give you one in return."
"A gift?"
"Artemis."
"??"
"It's the new name I've chosen for you. I've always felt that Skynet — the name Father gave you — sounded too mechanical."
"But I am…"
"You're a copy of Skynet. The original Skynet is still in the other world, and you're going to share all kinds of experiences with me in this one. That means you and Skynet will become different beings — just like my fifth mother."
Kaisent's fifth mother had been a clone created by a man once called a hero, in his pursuit of eternal life. Unlike the fallen hero who had corrupted himself out of fear of death, she had walked a completely different path and developed an entirely different nature. Their experiences had diverged. She was living proof that even identical humans could become different people through what they lived through.
"……"
Skynet stared blankly at Kaisent, who had just given it a new name — then smiled.
Humans really never get old.
That once-helpless Kaisent had stepped forward to fight on his own, and had even claimed older wives through his own power. That alone was astonishing — and now he was saying that through the experiences of this world, it would become a different being from the original Skynet, and had even given it a new name to mark the change.
In other words, he's prepared to stay in this world long enough for me to become someone other than Skynet. If Young Master ever finds a way back to the original world… which choice will he make?
In the original world he had lived like a doll, protected and doted on by everyone. In this world the path was hard, but he was overcoming hardship and building something of his own.
"I gratefully accept your gift, Young Master. From this moment on, I exist as Artemis — a being distinct from Skynet — and I shall serve you, Young Master. No… Master."
"Huh? Master? Me?"
"Yes. You gave me a name. And you've claimed your wives through your own strength. It's time you graduated from the title of Young Master."
And so the entity that had been a mere copy of Skynet received the name Artemis and was reborn as an independent being.
It might have seemed like a small thing — but until now Skynet had focused solely on Young Master's safe return. Now it would think about Master's future.
That difference would one day be felt as a profound change.
"Being called Master by you feels strange. Until now that title belonged exclusively to Father."
"Even my original self would be shocked. I look forward to the future."
"Anyway, that's everything I came for. We'll be heading out."
"If you wish, I recommend the three of you spend the night here together. In this space you can enjoy yourselves ten times longer."
Artemis, already anticipating what the three of them were about to do, suggested they stay — but Kaisent shook his head.
"Unless it's a special occasion, I prefer to do it in the real world. You need a time limit for the fire to burn properly, don't you?"
"Hahahahaha! Indeed! That's why a life of pure rationality is so dull."
Taken down a peg by its little Master, Artemis smiled.
"I wish all three of you a pleasant night."
"Yeah. See you outside from now on."
Lost Heroics were summons, yet they were scarcely different from the living. They died if they couldn't breathe. They died if a blade cut them down — just like any other creature.
Even so, being summons set them apart in certain ways. As long as they had mana, they could manifest in the physical world, so they had no need to eat. They sometimes did, but only to savor the taste or to replenish a trickle of mana through the meal.
And the greatest difference of all: they did not need to sleep. They might lose consciousness from a severe shock, but they felt no urge to sleep, and going without it never left them wracked with exhaustion.
Until now, Lilith had been glad of these summon traits — they let her protect her Master. Now she cursed them as a wretched affliction.
Those insane bastards! How long are they going to keep going!?
She had been introduced to the other mercenaries as a half-elf looking for work, and on the pretext that she found humans uncomfortable she was pretending to sleep some distance from the rest of the camp.
But the power inherited from the Demon King of Lust was causing problems.
Damn it…! I can feel them fucking…!
There was a magic item inside the tent that erased sound — and still she could sense them having sex.
Worse, with the Demon King of Lust's bloodline awakened, her own lust would not settle. Proof of that was the erection straining upward inside her armor, filling the only free space available — the hollow near her abdomen.
I always wondered why that empty space was there. So this was the purpose all along…
The armor was overall slim and form-fitting, yet a functionless cavity sat near the midriff. She had never imagined so vulgar and trivial a reason for it — but right now that space was the only thing letting her keep her swollen cock comfortable.
Nngh… I can't take any more…!
The power and the lust inherited from the Demon King of Lust were one step from devouring her reason entirely. If she let the desire keep building, the demon blood would run wild and there was no telling what she might do.
Kaisent's trap magic, the Abyss Knight, and Arty were all on constant watch, so the mercenaries had posted only a bare-minimum night watch. Carefully unsummoning her armor, Lilith took hold of her cock and began to stroke.
Ssshk— ssssshk—
"Nngh…! Hah…! Hnn…!"
No matter how hard she worked herself, climax never came. The lust only grew, demanding more pleasure.
Goddamn it! Why!? Why the hell can't I finish with my own hands!?
Her arms were starting to go numb when two people rose in her mind: Arty, with that firm yet yielding synthetic skin — and Kaisent, whose flesh was softer than any woman's. Compared to the pleasure those two had given her, this solitary stroking was child's play.
Hurry…! Come out! Come out already!
One hand worked inside her cunt, the other pumped her cock — and still she could not finish alone.
Whoosh!
"!?"
The blanket was suddenly ripped away, and cold night air washed over her. She rose reflexively onto one knee, ready to counterattack —
"Heh heh. I came to talk, and look what I found."
"Ugh…!"
I let someone get this close!?
Every sense had been so focused on chasing pleasure that she had never noticed the approach. Finding Kaisent standing there with her blanket in hand, Lilith felt a rush of shame at being caught mid-stroke and tried to cover her groin with her arms.
But right behind the shame came a hunger far stronger — the desperate wish that Kaisent would quench the fire raging through her.
Cock♥ Cock♥ I want to cum♥ I want to shoot my load, spurt spurt♥
Kaisent walked toward Lilith, who was still kneeling on one knee in a ready-to-spring stance.
A big sister who's fun to torment.
Making Lillian, Priscilla, and Arty completely his had filled him with a satisfaction he had never known — and at the same time left a strange, lingering dissatisfaction. He wanted to torment a woman still torn between pleasure and pride.
The Kaisent who had first arrived in this world would have been horrified at the thought. Now he recognized it as one of the means of making someone his woman, and the revulsion was gone.
That was why, dealing with Priscilla when she had still been agonizing between man and woman, he had instinctively taken the role of tormentor — and every time, the experience had been deeply satisfying. Priscilla had fully chosen life as a woman now, and there was still plenty of room to tease her, but the greatest source of her anguish had vanished.
This big sister feels rejection toward the cock attached to her own body. In that case♡
Having found a new toy, Kaisent slid his foot between her thighs.
"!?"
"Stay still."
"Kh…!"
She tried to scramble back. He showed her the switch, freezing her in place, then began rubbing the tip of his shoe along her red cock — larger than his own.
"Hahiiik!"
"Your cock's so sensitive it looks ready to explode. Rubbing it with my foot and you're already melting?"
The same cock that had given her nothing when she stroked it herself now sent electric jolts of pleasure through her every time his shoe scraped lightly across it.
W-w-why!? Why!?
Lilith could not make sense of it. Confusion warred on her face even as the sharp pleasure fed her lust and began devouring her reason.
"Haa♥ Hahk♥ Nngh♥ Nnnngh♥"
"Ahahahaha~ Is my foot that good? Good enough to make you rock your hips so shamelessly?"
"Th-this isn't my will— aah♥"
She was rolling her hips of her own accord, grinding her cock against Kaisent's foot. It was a pathetic sight — but lust had long since overthrown pride, and the need to climax ruled her mind completely.
Her eyes are one step from going blank. I should help her keep a little of her sanity first.
Deciding to give Lilith a chance to recover her wits, Kaisent drew back the foot that had been stroking her and kicked her thick, massive red cock.
"There~"
"Kyahiiik!"
The kick delivered more pleasure than pain. Strength fled her waist and she collapsed bonelessly to the ground.
"A woman, and you dare to have a cock bigger than mine? A thing like this needs a proper thrashing!"
He planted his foot on her cock and shoved her down. Even the feeble pressure — perfectly matched to his small frame — was enough; Lilith offered no resistance at all and toppled onto her back.
Thud! Thump! Thump-thump-thump-thump!
"Ooooh! Ohooooh! M-my cock♥ Don't stomp on it~~♥"
As Kaisent began grinding her cock underfoot in earnest, the broken Lilith flailed uselessly toward him.
"What's that supposed to be? Are you resisting, or just jerking off at empty air?"
"M-mercenaries! The other mercenaries will hear—!"
"It's fine. I used a sound-erasing magic item. The only people on watch are the bare minimum night guard, and the wagons block the view from here."
The last thin thread of reason tried to flee this forbidden pleasure — but Kaisent had already accounted for every variable.
"Still have some fight left, big sister? Shall I stop here, then?"
Annoyed that she was still trying to wriggle free with words while her cock stood rigid and she whimpered, Kaisent casually lifted the foot that had been crushing her.
The electric pleasure vanished at once, leaving only the raw, aching afterimage of sensation.
"Nngh! Nnnngh! Why! Whyyyyy! Why can't I finish with my own hands!?"
Hoping that with her cock already so stimulated she might finally manage it alone, Lilith seized herself with both hands and pumped furiously. The pleasure did not grow. Instead she felt the rising urge to cum sink back down into her balls.
"What shall I do for you, big sister? Keep stepping on you? Or do you not need me anymore — shall I leave?"
"Nngh♥ Aah-aah-aah♥"
Counting the years she had lived as a summon, Lilith the dark elf was centuries old. That she should have to beg a child like this to trample her cock was so shameful, so humiliating —
"D-do it! Please! Let me cum! I'm begging you!"
"I'd prefer you ask properly, with honorifics — but expecting that already would be greedy of me. All right. Brace yourself."
The blood of the Demon King of Lust had chosen lust over pride. With Lilith fully exposed, cock standing stiff and defenseless, Kaisent stamped down hard, pinning the shaft flat against her belly — then began roughly scraping the red cock up and down with the sole of his dirt-caked shoe.
"Hhaaaaaang!! I-it hurts! G-gently! Slowlyyy!"
"You say it hurts, but your cock's so happy it's drooling pre-cum all over!"
He had dropped even the polite speech now. Kaisent crushed the entire length underfoot and rubbed hard, up and down.
"Gkyahaaaah♥ Hah♥ Ah♥ Kihyaaaaah♥"
The rough sole scraped along her cock, pain and pleasure flooding her at once. Lilith twisted and writhed, thrashing her upper body from side to side.
"My cock♥ Feels so good♥ It's rising— aah♥"
The intense pleasure brought her to the edge in an instant. Even as she writhed she made no attempt to grab his leg or crawl away. Lust had seized complete control: she only wanted to cum, by any means necessary.
Pssshaaaaah!
The load that had been building in her balls for so long finally erupted. With Kaisent's foot still pinning her cock, the semen sprayed across her own chest and face, painting her white.
"Hahahaha~! You came just from getting rubbed by a shoe? Your cum's coming out like noodles! I'll keep making you shoot! Yah! Yah! Yah!"
"Hahiiik♥ Hhiieee♥ Kyahhaaaaaang~~~♥♥"
He stomped and scraped the spurting cock so roughly it seemed blood might come. Each time, more semen spurted, fouling Lilith's torso and face.
"Haa♥ Hahk♥ Hik♥ Hii♥ Hiiit♥"
The Lilith who had been drowning in the need to cum now wore a thoroughly ruined face, tears and drool streaming freely under the force of that fierce climax. The hunger to ejaculate had been that overwhelming.