Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Tracking Mission - 2
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This mission might just change the course of the war.
It also carried a huge risk of serious injury or death.
If not for Vir's backing, I wouldn't even have considered it.
Just clearing out a goblin horde was already way beyond what I could handle.
In this world, even a full platoon or elite warrior meant nothing.
The latter was because my entire body had changed...
With head-sized tits and a sturdy ass perfect for childbearing, there weren't many things I could do.
If not for Vig, I might have ended up sneaking naked into the imperial army barracks by now...
"Si-hyeon. Will you give us your answer?"
The two of them seemed ready to leave the decision to me.
Ever since I became the leader of this party, maybe this was fate waiting for me.
What would be left if I tried to force my way out of this flow?
Sex.
More sex and deeper corruption as a female.
"I was hoping to rack up some achievements in the war anyway."
But the Path of Blood felt different somehow.
Pretty intriguing, too. Not some emperor's cumdump, but a female emperor?
Could I really become the empress at the end of this main quest?
I decided to grab the chance with both hands.
"Impressive."
The Western Prince's eyes widened.
"To think a delicate woman like you would give that answer."
Delicate...
Not wrong, but it still gave me goosebumps.
"I wouldn't call it reliable."
"Nonsense. There are plenty of tough women among adventurers. That was my mistake—forget I said it."
I glanced at Trisha.
"Delicate" suited her slimmer frame better than me.
And watching her casually lop off a goblin's head? Yeah, "tough woman" fit perfectly.
Me? I was the big-titted queen bee, so I'd stick to my role.
Suck from the back like a straw.
What I trusted was Vig's strength.
With Vig armed with the goddess's sword and the lightning blade, I had nothing to fear.
"Leave it to us with peace of mind.
It looks like it'll help the war effort, too."
"Reliable indeed."
"I'm honored by your trust, but we're still too green for a mission like this. Is there a reason you're entrusting it to us?"
I seized the opening to voice my question.
Something a soldier blindly following orders from above couldn't ask.
The prince furrowed his brow for the first time, as if at a loss for words, and fell silent.
Was it that tough to answer?
"I can't say yet.
No—it's better to say I can't tell anyone."
"Not anyone?"
"The person who wrote this directive is someone I know well.
That's why I want you all—who know about it—to handle it quietly."
"That means..."
No way, another royal?
"Don't voice reckless guesses."
I barely swallowed the words rising in my throat.
That was close.
No matter how friendly the chat, he was still a prince.
Top of the empire's power structure.
Just a guess on my part, but a prince with succession rights? He'd be among the top few fingers could count.
No need to test how easy it was for someone like that to order a lowly commoner's death.
"You'll want the details, of course.
What I can tell you is limited. You can't leak the mission details either. Understood?"
"We'll keep it in mind."
"The directive's owner is connected to the orcs."
"Orcs..."
Trisha chimed in pointlessly.
"First, the northern situation. The north is currently locked in a three-way clash.
The monsters serve powerful leaders in each faction, but rather than cooperating, they're hoping the other factions collapse so they can become the demon king."
Demon king.
The moment the prince said it, my arm hairs stood on end.
I had a quest with the same name.
"The faction leaders are Capella of the Gale, Dines of the Plague, and Dumer of Might."
Easy to tell who's the orc.
"We head for Dumer's territory, then."
"Yes. But don't forget your goal. Dumer has the strongest forces among the three leaders.
The other leaders hold their breath when he moves. Not something a single adventuring party can handle—don't go too deep."
Scary.
This guy must be leagues beyond that pathetic orc chieftain.
"So, to sum up: join the imperial forces and find the directive's owner?"
"Exactly. Don't get swept up in the bold adventurers. They outmatch the imperial elites with superior skills and fearless daring,
yet no one—not even Astemager—could take down Dumer."
"Surprising. An orc lord that strong..."
Trisha said.
"One-on-one, Ast might have the edge.
But war isn't duels. The enemy isn't green enough for stupid mistakes."
"Where do we report clues?"
"I'll send a messenger. No more questions?"
Couldn't skip this one.
"What's the reward?"
"A noble title and land."
Generous.
Even if it was gold and jewels, land's what counts.
Become a war-hero noble, and I'm that much closer to my goal?
I felt my lips twitching up and quickly schooled my expression.
"Get up first.
I can't move for a while, so I'll send someone reliable."
After the prince left, we prepared to depart.
"Ahh, me, a noble of the Panus Empire!"
Trisha's ass was already dancing with excitement.
Drinking the kimchi soup already.
"Si-hyyyeon~!"
"Don't cling."
"Oogoo. My goddess. Thanks to Si-hyeon, my life's about to bloom!"
"Getting caught by orcs ends that."
"Won't happen. We've got Vig, right?"
True.
"I've got you too."
Kain piped up timidly.
"I'll protect you, Si-hyeon."
"Don't say that. Makes even winnable fights feel losable."
"So mean."
"Ahaha!"
Trisha clutched her stomach, roaring with laughter.
"Ah, too bad Yupi isn't here."
"Yupi?"
"Having a priestess in the party is reassuring. Most wounds heal right up."
No pulling Yupi out, no matter how much I wanted.
Her mental corruption was way worse than Trisha's.
But using the priest goblin she birthed? That might work.
If it's called a priest, it probably has some healing skill.
The more familiars, the more I can do.
I wonder if the kid I'm carrying will grow as fast as Vig.
No clue.
Special pregnancy speeds up the baby's growth the more sex I have while pregnant.
Which is why, three days into our long march out of the village,
my belly had noticeably swelled.
My nipples darkened again, leaking milk at every chance, so I asked Trisha to milk me.
No way to store the breast milk, so we all shared it.
Felt like the milk cow in an adventurer party.
"Goblins. I'll handle them!"
When stray goblins popped up on the road, Kain stepped up.
His desperate bid to impress me was so obvious, I watched without calling Vig.
Kain's skills had improved noticeably these past few days.
Especially attack precision and reflexes.
All those bitter experiences had honed him sharp.
"Go Kain!"
"Why're you watching with me?"
"Exhausted from navigating."
Fair enough.
"Si-hyeon's busy supplying milk."
"Am I a cow?"
She'd been nursing that grudge quietly.
"Aw, sulking?"
"Half-resigned."
Truth was, it was what I wanted.
Let others handle the hard stuff.
But walking pregnant wasn't comfy either.
"Should've asked for a carriage."
"Prince probably didn't know you're pregnant.
Adventurers walk distances like this all the time, right?"
What a shitty world.
Days of walking with no destination in sight? Way over the line.
"Die!"
Kain dueled the last goblin fiercely.
"You got this, Kain!
Lose and Si-hyeon gets goblin-ganged in the pussy."
"Raaagh!!"
Kain's sword pierced the goblin's neck.
...Cheer effect's killer.
"Trisha. Embarrassing."
No one else heard, but still mortifying.
"Pussy pounding" was one I used when horny, and Trisha picked it up watching.
"All clear. Let's move."
"Checkpoint ahead. Past that, the imperial fortress."
Another inspection?
Only bad vibes.
"Yeah, there's a line."
As Kain said.
A line snaked from the small building by the bridge.
Varied outfits and ages...
"Adventurers."
Trisha said.
They were all upbeat and energetic.
Thought it'd be mostly grizzled bearded uncles, but surprisingly young, even kid-looking.
"Why adventure so young?"
By looks, Kain was barely high-school grad age back home.
"Freedom, probably?
Escapes all the duties on commoners. Empire likes it—adventurers handle the monsters."
"Men enlist at age anyway.
Women get exemptions for kids, so most prefer adventuring over that life."
Same here.
Forcing pregnancy on women was suffocating.
Can't be helped to fend off monsters, but...
"Me and Kain first!"
"Go."
The two headed in.
About five minutes?
"Next!"
My turn.
No one's taken over five, so fine.
Two imperial soldiers frisked me without warning.
"Arms up."
Squeeze squeeze.
Totally groping my tits on purpose, right?
"Hiding something in your gut?"
"Pregnant..."
"Pregnant? Goblin spawn?"
Hit a nerve—my ass clenched tight.
Not goblin this time.
Baby daddy's waiting on the other side.
"The boyfriend who just passed is the dad."
"We'll check."
Soldier yanked my jacket zipper down, no asking.
Tits bounced out with elastic flair, cheeks burning.
...Embarrassing.
"Yep, pregnant belly."
"Heh heh."
"How was getting knocked up?"
"...Pardon?"
Oh no.
Tits captured.
These bastards... Hnng...
"How was it? Got creampied a ton by your boyfriend?"
I decided not to get snippy.
Learned from the first checkpoint.
"Yes...
Lots of creampies."
"Listen to her."
"Mental corruption? That brown-haired girl before seemed sus too."
"Pushing her ass out when groped. You the same?"
Hnng. Don't pinch nipples.
I twitched, milk dribbling.
Outright sexual harassment, and I can't stop it...
"Pass?"
"None."
"Got money though."
Soldiers rifled my pockets at will.
"Don't misunderstand.
Doing a pregnant lady a favor, skipping hassle."
"...Yes."
"Friendly, right? Say thanks."
Hnnng.
Squeezing tits... Haaang...
"Th-thank you..."
"Here."
Pockets returned with honest weight surprisingly.
...Good guys or bad? No clue whose tune to dance to.
Still groping my tits nonstop, so bad guys.
Honestly, numb already...
Staying in town taught my mind to dull fast.
Tits firmly gripped, openly kneaded, and I'm subtly allowing it.
Clunk.
Then the infinite condom case dropped.
"What's this!"
Hnnngk.
Imperial grip turned brutal.
"Condoms..."
"Heh heh heh."
"Hahaha!"
Imperials laughed openly at me.
"No reason to carry condom cases. Said you got happily creampied pregnant?"
"..."
"Confiscated."
"N-no, please."
"Why not? You're gonna creampie-sex anyway. With boyfriend. Right? Wrong?"
Other soldier groped my pussy.
Clit and nipple play at once, I scraped for excuses desperately.
"Might collapse next time... Give back?"
Too fawning?
Soldiers' faces twisted like they'd pounce.
Then a waiting guy knocked.
"Hey! Still?!"
"Tch."
Lucky. Line behind us.
"Said next time too?"
"...Yes."
Won't happen, idiots.
"Kiss us in turns. Then we believe."
Ugh.
Hard-earned item...
Don't wanna lose it.
But kissing? Die first.
During sex, I peck in the flow sometimes, but that's that.
This is this.
Sober? No way.
Me initiating licks? Unthinkable.
"Hug instead."
"Didn't hear—"
I cut him off, hopping in for a tight hug.
Squish with tits to shut his mouth!
Squeeze squeeze.
"How's that?"
"...Mm. Hn. Good... Fantastic."
"Me too."
"You got it."
Lip service included, hugged the other too before reclaiming the case and escaping.
Whew. Damn checkpoints.
Next time I see one, detour.