Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Roughly the Sexiest Thing in Another World
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"We're picking up from yesterday. Karen, close your eyes and feel the spirits. Darling, keep your eyes open and try to spot the spirits' true forms."
"The spirits' true forms?"
"Every spirit has a spirit core, the source of their power. It might be tough at first, but once you see it, you'll get used to the sensation—and then you'll be able to see your own spirit too."
"Ah, kinda like learning to ride a bike?"
"A bike?"
Esti reacted like she'd never heard the word before.
"Don't have 'em here? It's a thing with two wheels. Once you get the knack, it's easy after that."
"I've never actually seen one."
Guess they exist, but they're rare luxury items.
Makes sense—even in modern history, mass-produced bikes are a pretty recent invention.
In this isekai stuck at medieval tech levels, they'd be hard to come by.
That said, it's not like this world is strictly medieval across the board.
Just look at how they harvest monster souls as a key resource—totally different priorities.
And it's not barbaric in a gruesome, ideology-driven way.
Well, if it were that messed up, it probably wouldn't be a top-tier world endorsed by the goddess, right?
Right now, lounging in this comfy home environment, casually learning spirit arts—it's pure bliss.
I could handle even the boring stretches.
For about three hours, anyway.
...
The sky's a perfect blue.
The sea breeze feels amazing. Standing here with Esti and Karen, eyes wide open, doing nothing—I'm starting to get bored.
Esti must've read my face, because she gave me a soft smile.
"Dekal. Tired?"
"Bored."
"Hang in there. Look at Karen—she's been super focused since earlier."
Karen's expression was serene, like she couldn't even hear us.
Hell, maybe she's just asleep standing up. I kinda wanna poke her and check.
Ah, such peace.
...
Not just me thinking that—Esti let out a little yawn.
Esti's unguarded, natural look...
"Ah..."
She caught my eye and blushed, embarrassed.
"Darling. This is training to see the spirits, not me."
"Esti, aren't you short on sleep?"
"A bit."
She probably stayed up late helping Bella practice cooking yesterday.
The training's so dull that even Esti was showing this rare yawning side of her.
"Ah, I felt it!"
Karen opened her eyes.
"That's the one next to Esti, right? Whoa, amazing. I had no idea a spirit like this was with me all along."
Karen's reaction mirrored exactly what I'd felt.
A moment that really drives home how incredible Esti is.
"Good job, Karen."
Esti praised her, and Karen squirmed shyly.
I clapped my hands to liven things up.
"Alright, Karen's made a breakthrough. Time for lunch?"
"Yes!"
Karen always looks happiest at mealtime.
"I'll just have a little. Too much and I might fall asleep."
Esti seemed pretty drowsy.
With weather this nice, I totally got it.
Maybe skip the training and take a nap instead.
"Bella. Esti wants something light."
In the kitchen, Bella was cooking in a totally transformed look.
"Got it! Leave the master to me and sit tight."
Fully immersed in her role, she'd swapped the dress for neat chef's whites, hair meticulously tied back.
Seeing Bella in modest clothes, exposing just her nape while pouring her heart into cooking—it was refreshingly novel.
Better not interrupt; she'll get annoyed. Guess I'll just sit quietly.
"Never knew Bella was so passionate about cooking."
"She doesn't wanna disappoint you, Darling. That's her fiery side."
Fiery, huh. I get it.
Bella's like a flame symbolizing her—emotional, sometimes overflowing to the point of burning everything else.
But when that focus turns positive, it fuels insane drive for self-improvement.
Today, we were witnessing that true form.
"All done."
The food came out just as ordered.
Damn, it's good? Even better than breakfast. The seasoning I'd found iffy before was spot-on now.
"You're improving. Tastes great, Bella."
"Hmph. What'd you expect? Glad the master's enjoying it. What about the other two?"
"Delicious!"
Karen says the same thing every time, but somehow the nuance hits different each go.
"It's decent."
Esti gave measured praise, but her hands never stopped.
If her cooking keeps leveling up like this, maybe I could make her the full-time chef at the Giant Eight-Colored Shell Castle—not just interim?
A hope unimaginable on day one shimmered right there on these plates.
After eating, training resumed in the outdoor clearing.
The drill hadn't changed much: eyes peeled, zeroing in on even the tiniest shifts to spot the spirit core.
"Ah, I see it."
Karen said, sounding shocked.
What? She lapped me?
"That blue thing floating over there..."
I looked where she pointed—nothing for me.
Esti looked surprised too.
"Yeah. Learning that fast—I'm impressed."
"I beat you to it, bro!"
"Uhmm~?"
What the hell's floating?
I stared for ages. Nada. Karen overtook me...
"Darling, gotta step it up."
Turning back, I realized something shocking.
"Esti, Karen—this training's stacked against me."
"Hehe. Lame excuse, bro?"
"...Darling."
"No, hear me out. How am I supposed to focus with you two right in front of me?"
No red-blooded man could concentrate on invisible spirits with Esti there.
Esti got it immediately and burst out laughing.
"Darling, I have catch your eye a lot. But this is spirit-seeing training."
"No way it wouldn't."
"Ah, bro. You kept sneaking peeks at my boobs too... But for guys, is it that hard to look away for a sec?"
"You two wouldn't get it."
Women never do.
Only another guy could understand.
Esti's thighs, Karen's chest... Every time boredom hits, eyes drift there. Skip it, and I'd go nuts—exaggeration or not.
"Even if you say that, Darling... Spirit cores can't stray far from their spirit arts user. Even if we separate Karen, I'd still have to stay with you."
"Separate me?! That's kinda hurtful..."
"It's your lewd tits causing trouble. Distracting me on purpose."
"I-It's not on purpose! What?!"
Karen covered her chest with her arms and protested.
"There's a fix. Have both of you stand where the spirit is."
"Me and Karen?"
"...Bro. No way you'd see it like that."
"Worst case, no loss. Incorporating male instinct into training."
"Then..."
Esti nodded at Karen.
Karen sidled up close to Esti's spot, pressing against her.
Ooh! Two of them together—stunning.
"Like this?"
"Karen. Your boobs are touching."
"Sorry! Can't help it when we're this close..."
"...Kinda frustrating, but I get why Darling likes it. So soft."
"D-Don't say that! It's embarrassing!"
Esti and Karen crammed onto the narrow spot, bodies meshing to make space.
Frankly, I got hard.
"Darling, how's this?"
"Bro. Not lying, right?"
"Might need more distraction! Karen, drop the cape! Esti, hike up your skirt."
"...T-Take it off? Outside?"
"No one's around but us. Fine!"
Karen glanced around reluctantly and shrugged off her shoulder cape.
As it slipped, her armpits and shoulders gleamed bare.
"Will this pervy stuff even help...?"
Esti half-doubted but hiked her skirt. Blue wave-pattern panties came into view.
Incredible. What a sight. Shame I can't snap a pic.
"Karen, push your tits up with your arms."
"Bro. Your demands are escalating..."
"Hurry! Wait—what's that? Blue blob by Esti's hip, blocking it."
"This..."
"Move it. Can't see."
"Darling, that's the spirit core."
"..."
Ah. Nailed it.
Karen looked dumbfounded.
"...Whoa. A method like this actually works..."
"..."
"Esti. See? When teaching Space Leap to guys, gotta do it this way. It'll pass down generations."
Books with my name on 'em too.
Title something like [With a Sexy Elf, Anyone Can Master Wind Spirit Arts]?
"Can't teach this lewd training to other elves..."
Karen cracked up.
"Bro's a genius when it comes to naughty stuff."
"What's next?"
"This is my spirit, so back to step one: feel your own spirits."
"..."
Boredom hit lethal levels.
Karen dove right in, but I couldn't.
That scene got me hard, and it wasn't going down.
Tried closing eyes, thinking other thoughts, even humming the anthem in my head—no dice.
"Yawn."
Esti yawned sleepily again.
"Esti. You don't need to watch this stage anyway, right?"
"Yeah."
"How about a quick nap?"
"...Should I?"
Esti took the bait without suspicion.
"We'll wake you once we spot our spirits. Sleep deep."
"Yeah. Got it."
Watching her retreating back, I tamped down my pounding heart.
I knew I should focus on training. But bringing them to the Giant Eight-Colored Shell Castle wasn't just for that.
Once Esti's asleep, I'll pounce.
Eyes closed for ten minutes, I planned how to take her.
"Karen. Gotta hit the bathroom. Keep training."
"Ok, bro."
Leaving diligent-student Karen behind, I slunk down the hall like a burglar.
Mind in the gutter, I swear my body's reeking suspicion.
Where's Esti napping?
Map data showed her in the room we'd shared the past two nights.
"Be right back, Esti."
I eased the door open so she wouldn't wake.
Dead tired, Esti was face-down on the fluffy bed, out cold.
Sharing living space let me catch her totally defenseless.
Her perky, taut ass had my heart racing.
I swallowed quietly, tense even my breathing might wake her.
No clue why I'm sneaking when getting caught's no big deal.
Back to boyish mischief, I climbed onto the bed.
Dropped my pants, freed my rock-hard cock, and laid hands on Esti's ass.
Gently, so she won't wake...
Even a light touch sent softness and springiness through my fingertips.
Easing in, I spread her cheeks sideways. Panties tugged aside bit by bit.
There—her pussy peeking out...
Harder.
Pink mucosa emerged, Esti's hole in full view.
Looked wet.
Slicked finger hovered, then slid slowly into her hole.
Tight...
Two knuckles in, her pussy clenched my finger.
Then slowly relaxed.
"..."
Watched the whole thing, pulled out, got into position.
Straddled her, pressed my tip to her hole.
Didn't wanna wake her till the end, so eased the glans in careful.
Tight squeeze.
Pounding a sleeping Esti—barely prepped, but I pushed.
Missed, cock rubbing her pussy instead.
"..."
No reaction from Esti.
Calm down. Line up again, slow...
Push, push.
"..."
Then, Esti lifted her ass a tad.
Full thrust slid deep, slick as butter.
Did Esti just... lift to make insertion easier?
"You were awake?"
"Thought I was asleep?"
Esti threw it back at me.
"You knew I'd come and faked it? Huh?"
"...I'm asleep right now, so no clue."
Esti played cute and innocent.