Nearly Caught
"Man, this is so boring~ Regular army types are always slow as hell."
The mercenary relieving himself had clearly been holding it in for quite a while; the stream went on and on.
And just one step behind him, on the far side of the wagon that blocked his view, a man and a woman were locked together, bodies tangled, engaged in the kind of sex meant to make a baby.
"Lillian! Lilliaaan!"
"Kyaaahiiit♡ Ohhooooh♡♡"
Lillian's legs coiled sinuously around Kaisent's waist as she stuck out her tongue, her pretty face coming apart under the cock that was determined to conquer her completely.
"Say you'll get pregnant already! You're my wife!"
"Ohguk♡ Hooook♡ B—but♡"
"But nothing! Get pregnant right now!"
The thought that they might be discovered by a subordinate right beside them had already driven Lillian half out of her mind; all she could manage was a half-formed answer.
But the next exchange snapped her back to full awareness.
"Hey. I don't see the captain. Check over that way."
"Got it."
"!!"
A subordinate looking for her—and the answer from the one still pissing.
"Kaisent! Please! I'm begging you! Let go! Let me go! Please! We'll be caught! We'll be caugh—kyaheuuuung~~~♡"
"Shut up! You dare refuse your husband!? For that insolence, I'm going after your weak spot!"
"Nnghooooooh♡ Th—thereee♡ Don't scrape it like thaaaat♡♡"
Kaisent drove his cock in at a diagonal and scraped relentlessly at her most sensitive place. Lillian clung to his upper body, gasping and writhing in pleasure.
To anyone looking, it would have seemed as if the sturdy Lillian were the one holding up the powerless Kaisent.
Trickle… plip…
"Tch. What a pain."
Just then, the rustle of cloth as the pissing mercenary adjusted his trousers cracked through Lillian's ears like a thunderbolt.
"Kaisent! Nooo! Aaahn♡ We're really gonna get caugh♡♡"
"You said you didn't care if we got caught! We're throwing everything away and starting over—just you and me! As husband and wife!"
Thump♡
Start over? With Kaisent? As husband and wife?
It was absurd.
Not even worth considering.
The childish impulse of someone who had no idea how hard she had fought to get here.
And yet that childish impulse made Lillian's heart race.
The thought that she could stand openly as a woman—as this man's wife—instead of as Wolf, the male mercenary captain.
Thud—
The mercenary's body drifted closer; a rough hand closed on the side of the wagon.
A few more centimeters, and their raw, naked coupling would be completely exposed.
"Captain's not some damn kid. What the hell is he playing at. Hey! Nothing over here!"
Too annoyed even to pretend to search properly, the mercenary turned and headed back toward the others.
"Tch. Close one. You thinking the same thing, Lillian… Lillian?"
"Ah… ahahk……♡ Hiiiii……♡♡"
Sssssssssssss—
From the moment the mercenary's hand touched the wagon, she had already given up. Her face gone slack with ruined pleasure, Lillian wet herself.
But the rare expression on her face only made Kaisent's cock swell harder still. He began thrusting into her all over again, hard and deep.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap♡
Gush— gushhhhh—
He came inside her several more times after that. Her womb refused to let a single drop of Kaisent's enlarged cock spill free; it swelled and stretched until her lower belly bulged outward.
"Kaisent. You seen the captain?"
Fredrick couldn't find Lillian, and a strange, uneasy thudding had started in his chest. So when Kaisent appeared from somewhere, he asked after her.
"The captain? She was over that way a little while ago."
"That so? Thanks."
The place Kaisent pointed to was behind the wagons.
Another mercenary had already said she wasn't there.
When Fredrick went to look for himself, he found Lillian with her helmet half-raised, as if she had been about to put it on and stopped.
"There you are. I've been looking for you."
"Sorry. I just… wanted to be alone for a bit."
Back when she had first been playing the part of Wolf—a sturdy man—she had often taken time alone like this.
As the days grew busier and she adapted, those solitary moments had vanished. This rare stretch of quiet seemed to have left her sentimental.
"Fredrick."
"Hm? What is it?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why? For what?"
"For everything."
The sudden apology left Fredrick looking baffled—then he smiled.
"Just being with you makes up for every hardship."
"…Thank you. Still… I'm sorry……."
"I told you it's fine."
Fredrick was busy comforting the unusually emotional Lillian—
Gulp—♡
I'm sorry, Fredrick. My feelings for you are fading little by little. Kaisent is taking your place, and the warmth and fullness I feel is greater than when I loved you♡
Every time Kaisent wanted her so fiercely, her love for Fredrick shrank a little more.
Even so, she never asked Fredrick for help. She was simply waiting for Kaisent to steal his place completely.
To keep the Wolf Mercenary Band running, she needed Fredrick.
But if Kaisent became able to fill that seat……
After chatting with Fredrick a little longer, Lillian pulled on her helmet and returned to being Wolf—carrying inside her a bellyful of semen that pulsed and writhed with fierce vitality every time she moved.
Rattle— rattle—
Feeling the jolt of the old wagon through his backside, the East Asian man Kang Myeong-cheol clicked his tongue inwardly.
How dare they put me in this piece-of-junk cart……!
In the world he had come from, he had ridden the finest magical carriages—built with the best materials without stinting, their shocks softened by magic.
Right. How would humans from another dimension even understand my greatness? A generous man like me will just have to endure it.
For a little over a month he had treated his wounds in the forest.
Once he could use his original power without strain, he surveyed the surroundings and found a forest larger than expected—and soldiers who seemed to be trying to clear it.
He made contact with the knight commanding those soldiers. Already knowing he had crossed into another world, he joined them without major trouble.
Even so, hearing the name of this world—Zelsdad—straight from the knight's mouth was like a final confirmation shot, and he could not hide his rage.
So this is what I get for trying to escape the filthy trap those traitors set for me.
At first he had felt hollow and furious.
He could not take revenge on the ones who had betrayed the man who tried to stop the world's destruction and make everyone happy.
But then hope returned: if he gathered otherworld mages who wanted to grow stronger here and find a way home, and if they researched together, he could still have his revenge.
Of course the knight who explained things had said no one had ever returned to their original dimension—but he was different.
Because I'm the protagonist.
He was the protagonist who had been transported from the modern world into a fantasy world.
Come to think of it, there were protagonists who started after saving the world and then getting betrayed by their companions. So I was that kind of protagonist, huh.
He had thought he was the classic fantasy-hero type who saves the world. Apparently he was the kind who starts a revenge story instead.
And the villains of this new tale were a little black-mage brat and a filthy Chink bitch.
I'll kill those bastards for sure.
How dare they wound him and run.
If he had still had his full power, he never would have let them escape.
A short while later, the wagon arrived before a massive city gate.
"We've arrived. Register at the Otherworlder Management Office here and you'll receive a settlement subsidy. After that, you're on your own."
"I already said I know. Get moving."
"…I'll say this once more. Whatever rank you held in your own world, no one here knows it."
The knight who had been traveling with the wagon issued the warning again.
Even if he had stood above ten thousand men in his previous dimension, here he was nothing more than Otherworlder Number One of unknown identity.
"Hmph. With my power, climbing to the top is already decided."
The knight did not want to admit it, but he had no choice: this man was strong.
While clearing and exploring the newly appeared forest, the man had casually cut down the monsters that appeared—using nothing more than a weapon carved from wood.
I've seen plenty of arrogant Otherworlders, but this one is especially grating. I don't know why.
Thinking Kang Myeong-cheol far more unpleasant than the usual arrogant arrivals, the knight led him into the city.
"Welcome to Dahadern, a city of the Haint Empire."
Until the moment he entered Dahadern, Kang Myeong-cheol had been imagining the interior.
Filth fouling the streets. Unpaved roads. A city that goes pitch-black at night without a single streetlamp. That's how cities in this kind of era's setting always are.
He had been inflating himself with plans to bestow his "superior," "modern," "advanced" culture on them—just as he had in the world where his companions betrayed him—when
…What the hell is this……?
Stepping into Dahadern left him unable to hide his shock.
Clean streets paved in concrete.
Sewer openings visible here and there.
Streetlamps sheathed in glass.
Citizens dressed in clothes of uniformly decent quality.
It was nothing like the filthy fantasy-world city he had expected.
"Are you by any chance from the twenty-first century?"
"Wh—what? How did you know?"
"People who come from other worlds tend to be surprised by imperial cities in one of two ways."
Now I understand why this man was so grating.
The knight had seen that look of shock many times.
Especially among twenty-first-century people who strutted around convinced that, as dimensional travelers, they were the protagonists—only to see the "primitive" fantasy world already sporting "superior" culture. That expression was typical.
It wasn't just the arrogance of a strong Otherworlder looking down on others. There was also the look of someone drunk on the superiority of standing higher on the civilizational ladder.
"We have been accepting Otherworlders into this world for a hundred and fifty years. Not only people from twenty-first-century Earth, but humans from many other worlds as well. A hundred and fifty years is more than enough time to absorb knowledge from those worlds and advance, wouldn't you say?"
"……."
The knight's words dug into Kang Myeong-cheol's pride; shame and rage erupted together.
These fucking idiots! Why didn't they just die instead of freely handing over their knowledge like that!
Because of the twenty-first-century Earthlings who had arrived before him, his chance to shine had already vanished.
No. I've only seen the surface of this world. If I dig deeper, there has to be at least one place where my knowledge will still matter.
Still hunting for a chance to show off his knowledge to the "primitive" humans of this fantasy world, Kang Myeong-cheol headed with the knight toward the place called the Otherworlder Management Office.
"We move out!"
A few hours before the "regular army" for the greenskin subjugation was due to appear, the mercenaries—under the Margrave's orders—began advancing alongside the Margrave's cavalry.
The intent was clear: if any greenskin packs got in the way of the main advance, the mercenaries would go ahead and wipe them out first.
"Shame. I was looking forward to seeing this world's regular army. Figured it'd be a real eye-opener."
"Once we run into greenskins, you'll know whether you want to or not."
"Yeah. Yesterday when you were training in the forest……"
"Hey! Shut it!"
"You out of your mind!? You gone crazy!?"
"??"
When one mercenary started snickering and tried to say something, the others immediately scolded him into silence.
Kaisent tilted his head at the reaction, but the iron will to keep their mouths shut was obvious; coaxing the truth out of them would be impossible.
"With Margrave Akina herself taking the field, how fast this ends will depend on how the greenskins respond."
"I'd rather they just mass their forces and fight us head-on. It's a fight we're going to win anyway—I hate dragging it out for no reason."
Having spent this much time with the Wolf Mercenary Band, Kaisent found the atmosphere deeply unfamiliar.
Normally they joked and horsed around, but once battle drew near the mood turned grave—aside from the light jokes meant only to loosen stiff shoulders.
Right now, though, with combat about to begin, the mercenaries were grinning and snickering with no tension at all.
Not only Lillian, but even Fredrick the discipline officer issued no real warning.
"Don't get cocky and die like an idiot."
"Yeeeah, yeeeah."
"Heh heh heh. Dying in a fight you've already won would make you a real piece of shit."
Well—he did warn them, but it was only a light "don't get too careless." That was all.
That was how much they trusted Margrave Akina Karayden's army.
"Hey, Kaisent looks totally lost."
"Can't get used to it, huh?"
"Right? That's the same face he made the first time he got stuck with grunt work in the band."
The surrounding mercenaries even started teasing Kaisent for failing to adapt.
At this point he almost wanted to see for himself just how strong they had to be to act this relaxed.
"Greenskins!"
"Kill them!"
Just then, a few dozen greenskins who had completely failed to read the room charged the mercenary force.
The nearest mercenaries rushed forward and attacked with high spirits; the ones that tried to flee were casually cleaned up by Margrave Akina's cavalry.
Naturally, the otherworld orcs—who understood the importance of scouting—noticed the subjugation force advancing while annihilating every greenskin in its path.
They reported back to their chieftain. Already aware that they would have to fight the subjugation force at least several times, the chieftain began massing his troops, aiming to settle it in a short decisive battle.
For the mercenaries, it was the best possible situation.
After a full day of advance, the mercenaries spotted the greenskin host, halted their march, and began setting up the wooden barricades and anti-cavalry stakes they had been issued—waiting for Margrave Akina's main force to arrive.