The Maidens of Maestig
In the villages of this world, the residents ate three meals a day—unlike the rural countryside of the past.
Even so, a proper home-cooked meal was usually reserved for breakfast and dinner. People would eat a hearty breakfast, then work the fields, paddies, primary processing, or secondary production straight through until lunch. Lunch itself was something simple and portable—rice balls or sandwiches—before a generous dinner rounded out the day.
That was why Hwanin, after finishing his morning sparring session with the village militia, was able to take seven of the village’s young women into his arms from noon until evening without any real interruption.
One hour each. Seven hours and twenty minutes in total.
After the first young woman—who had approached him under the pretext of offering a drink—and the thorough physical conversation that followed, it took him about twenty minutes to find the next. From the third onward, however, they were already waiting outside their homes, fully aware, so all he had to do was follow them inside.
Of course, he did not embrace every woman who approached.
“Anyone who has a husband is out of the question.”
=I-I’m so sorry.=
“A bride about to be married is also impossible.”
=I’ll give up on the marriage…… Ah! I’ll go back. I’m sorry!=
“……Minors are impossible as well.”
=I’m already thirteen! I can get married and even have children!=
“No means no.”
=Hiiing.=
“And you, miss…… the difference in build makes it impossible.”
=Aigoo.=
He politely turned several of them away along the way.
A widow was fine. A non-virgin did not bother him. Even a woman whose face bore a large scar from an accident was of no concern. But a lower body that was half horse…… that was a bit much.
After embracing seven women according to his principles, Hwanin walked the road dyed red by the evening glow back toward the house he had rented, recalling a story he had heard during the day and chuckling inwardly.
It was something one of the women had told him while they rested after mixing their flesh. The village had only fourteen unmarried men, yet more than ninety unmarried women. The competition among the women to claim the position of first wife—or even second wife—to one of those men was apparently ferocious.
=As time goes on there will only be more women. I’m worried. Maybe I really should go to the city and find a husband…….=
From Hwanin’s experience, the cities were not much better. The only advantage over the villages was that there were more opportunities to share a bed with a man.
In Yulkam, the dangerous lake fishing of the Oljot had kept the female population somewhat in check. Maestig had no such outlet, so the number of women simply kept growing without restraint.
So a world like this can exist too.
For certain men back on Earth, this place would be paradise.
In any case, because the amount of spiritual energy he could absorb per coupling was fixed, Hwanin carefully regulated the number of times he had sex and embraced all seven young women. As an immediate result, the number of Soul Orbs he possessed increased by one, bringing the total to thirty-nine.
If I stay up tonight and take seven more…… and rest one more day tomorrow while embracing as many women as possible, I might even reach forty.
The plan was already set. With the young women’s consent, he would eat dinner, then from eight o’clock take one woman per hour for three hours, and from midnight share the bed with four more.
“Hmm.”
Kue?
“It’s nothing. You look like you’re in a good mood, though.”
Kue~.
Perhaps because he had played well on his own during the day, Emergency Food’s green tail feathers stood upright and swayed contentedly. While scratching the nape of the bird’s neck, Hwanin pondered for a moment.
There were roughly fifty unattached young women in Maestig. Embracing that many in a city would cost gold by the handful. Moreover, unless one used a high-class brothel, there was always the risk of disease.
It felt wasteful to simply leave. The young women themselves seemed reluctant as well.
Should he stay one more day?
“…….”
Hwanin let out a small sigh and shook his head. This world was vast, and women were plentiful. Delaying the schedule out of regret was not a wise choice. If necessary, he could always return later and embrace them again.
As planned, we leave tomorrow.
Having made up his mind, he returned home to find Isilite arranging a lavish feast on a long, rectangular table together with several of the village’s young women.
=Master, welcome back.=
“Yes. How is your throat?”
=I drank two intermediate recovery potions, so my condition is even better than yesterday. But, um…….=
Isilite glanced at Hwanin’s expression, then bowed deeply in apology.
=I’m sorry for using two expensive potions!=
Her light-brown ponytail swayed, and her heavy breasts sagged under gravity, causing the front of her blouse to gape open. In that fleeting instant his gaze was drawn to the deep valley—an instinct no man could entirely suppress. He shifted his eyes slightly and answered.
“Compared to your life, that amount is pocket change. If anything, I should apologize for letting you get so badly hurt through my carelessness.”
=Ah, n-no! It was all because I was still inexperienced!=
Apparently not expecting an apology from Hwanin, Isilite waved her hands in flustered denial. The village girls who had been setting out the food while eavesdropping cast envious glances at her, the corners of their eyebrows drooping.
At a glance she was a refined, beautiful young woman completely different from country girls like themselves. She even carried the aura of a Class-holder, and served as both attendant and bodyguard to the Soul Master……
They were so jealous they could not even feel envy properly.
=Well then, Soul Master, please enjoy your dinner. You too, Lady Isilite.=
=Both of you, eat well!=
=Thank you. Take care on your way.=
After seeing the girls off, Isilite naturally began waiting on Hwanin at his side. When Emergency Food slyly thrust its beak toward the table, she smacked it lightly.
=Emergency Food, are you going to keep sticking your beak in? Can’t you wait until Master finishes eating?=
Kyuu~!
=You do know the only reason you get to eat food this delicious is thanks to Master, right?=
Kuu……
=So sit quietly until Master is done. That’s proper manners.=
With a short, pitiful kyuhing, Emergency Food trudged to a corner of the living room, plopped down, and began waiting for its friend to finish eating. Hwanin glanced at the bird, then, while Isilite went to fetch another dish, lowered one of the dessert plates under the table.
Emergency Food’s eyes sparkled at the pickled-apple pie waiting there. It crept over, swallowed the pie in one gulp, and hurried back to its corner, then furtively munched away while watching Isilite’s every move. The way its head bobbed slightly suggested that the food was tasty—but the situation itself was also fun.
After filling himself primarily with protein, Hwanin told Isilite she could finally eat as well.
=Yes. Thank you for the meal. Emergency Food, you come too.=
Kuut!
Hwanin moved to the rocking chair by the window and watched the two of them amicably share the remaining food from the far end of the table before speaking.
“Isilite, listen while you eat.”
Every person possessed an energy called spiritual energy, which formed the foundation of soul power. He himself converted that spiritual energy into force, allowing him to converse with souls or even make them visible to others. Spiritual energy recovered on its own, but embracing a woman accelerated the process. Through intercourse he received the partner’s spiritual energy, while the woman, by sending hers, underwent a purification of the body.
He explained it all calmly.
“That is why I seek out young women in the villages and cities I visit. You can already guess why I’m telling you this.”
=Y-yes.=
So that was it. Which means tonight I’ll also be attending him in the bedroom……!
Isilite felt her face flush hot at the brief, lewd thought. Then Hwanin’s next words made her expression droop as if the earlier excitement had never existed.
“After dinner, around eight o’clock, young women from the village will start arriving. Don’t drive them away like the maids at the Olts Hotel. Just show them to my room.”
=……Yes.=
I could do it better than anyone. I even learned night service at the Technique Institute……
Isilite was thoroughly dejected.
=Hwaang, haang, haaaang.=
In the dark room, the lewd sounds of wet flesh colliding continued, each impact drawing a slender moan from the woman. Every time the object as thick as her own forearm slowly, deeply entered and withdrew, her waist trembled violently.
I feel like I’m going to die. My insides are so sensitive after climaxing so many times that every scrape of that pillar sends me into a weak orgasm.
=Heuuk……!=
A pleasure that felt as if her entire body were being wrung out began to spread gradually from her core. How many times had it been? She no longer knew. She was barely supporting her upper body on her elbows, yet she had no strength left to move any further.
Please just let me rest already.
=Heuuk!?=
Just as she thought she wanted to collapse, the man pounding into her from behind seized her tail. A sharp stimulation started at the gripped spot, raced up her spine, and stabbed wildly into her head. Her fading consciousness snapped clear in an instant.
=Aaaah, Soul Master. Please…… spare me…….=
“You won’t die from this much. Look underneath you.”
She saw her friend’s cute face, drenched in sweat. The friend pinned beneath her was half out of her mind, barely breathing. She had been watching the whole time, so she knew. Thirty minutes earlier her friend had also begged tearfully to be spared—yet she had not died. She had merely fainted.
The woman felt envy toward the friend who had already collapsed from exhaustion, and resentment toward her own stubborn mental strength that still refused to let her lose consciousness.
=Hic, hic. I think I’m going to die……. …Uwaaaang……!=
Every time the pillar knocked against her womb, the accumulated points exploded once more. The fire that started in her lower belly raced up the fuse to her heart and burst. Her sweat-soaked body was painted over again with cold sweat. Arching her back like a bow and clamping down hard on the pillar, she let out a short groan and collapsed onto her friend’s breasts.
With a wet tsurruk, the thoroughly soaked flesh pillar slipped free of her hole. As her consciousness sank into darkness, the woman felt relief. I can finally rest……
“……Hmm.”
Hwanin looked down at the fainted yellow-wavy-haired Dogkin woman, then scanned the bed. Five young women of the Dogkin, Squirrelkin, and Wolfkin races lay unconscious in similar states. Every one of them had a bright-red, swollen sex that looked ready to bleed if he continued any further.
I could use a low-grade recovery potion…… but that would be a waste.
Nor did he feel like using an unprepared rear entrance. After a brief consideration, Hwanin sat astride the belly of the Squirrelkin woman with the small, round hedgehog-like ears—the one with the largest breasts among the five. Roughly an H-cup, he estimated. Gathering the twin mounds with both hands, he nestled his weapon between the tightly pressed cleavage.
Thanks to the sweat and the copious love juices of the Dogkin girl still coating his shaft, the friction was more than sufficient. With a slick sound the warm breasts swallowed the pillar. It lacked the tightness of a vagina and felt rather loose, yet he could create just the right pressure himself. Combined with the unique softness of breasts, the symbolism of motherhood, and the thrill of violating an unconscious woman, the ejaculatory urge that had begun to subside surged back rapidly.
As expected, this method doesn’t absorb the spiritual energy around the heart.
Pinching the Squirrelkin girl’s engorged nipples, he thrust only a few times through the valley before the sensation of imminent release arrived.
“Eut.”
Hwanin let out a short groan, thrust into the Squirrelkin girl’s vagina, drove himself all the way to the depths, and forcefully released his final load.
=Aaa…?=
Feeling the semen pouring into her, the Squirrelkin woman regained a hazy awareness, furrowed her brow, and squeezed with what strength she had left. Her field-trained thighs and abs stood out, providing visual stimulation while applying all-around pressure to the inserted object. Satisfied that he had emptied every last drop, Hwanin stroked the strangely fulfilling cute face of the Squirrelkin girl.
=…….=
After withdrawing from the girl who had fallen asleep again as if fainting, Hwanin fetched a towel and wiped away the sweat, love juices, and semen clinging to his body. Through the slightly open window he could see the sky growing faintly bright.
He had taken two women per hour before midnight and five more without rest after midnight, staying up the entire night—yet he did not feel as tired as expected. His body was sustained by the blood-red Phase Stone; his mind by the sense of accomplishment that the number of Soul Orbs had reached forty.
Looking at his left arm, he saw the Soul Orbs packed tightly from the elbow downward.
They’re starting to cover the arm so much it’s hard to see. If they increase any further, will they climb above the elbow?
Thinking that around a hundred would completely cover his left arm, Hwanin got out of bed, opened the door, and headed for the bathroom. Cold bathwater rippled gently in the tub with the breeze. Scooping it up with a ladle and pouring it over his head, icy coldness seeped into the body that had grown hot from embracing women all night.
“Hoo.”
He was pouring water over himself a few more times when a knock sounded at the bathroom door.
[Master. It’s Isilite. Shall I attend your bath?]
“Yes.”
Click. Isilite entered wearing a thin one-piece and pumpkin-style pajama pants. At the entrance she removed the sleepwear, leaving only her underwear, then skillfully worked up a lather with a foam towel and thoroughly soaped Hwanin’s body. After one full wash, Hwanin sank into the tub and exhaled a long breath of pleasure as his heated body cooled agreeably.
Scritch-scritch.
And then he saw it.
While Isilite was bent over rinsing soap foam from the bathroom floor, the area beneath her panties was wet in an entirely different sense.
“…….”
The mark left by water and the mark left by love juices were clearly distinguishable. Unaware of that fact, Isilite continued cleaning the floor, reassured that her underwear had simply gotten wet while she washed him. As a result, the wet panties clung tightly to her peach-like plump white buttocks, blatantly outlining her sex.
It doesn’t seem intentional……
Yet a woman with such an outstanding figure performing that kind of airheaded act was pure stimulation to a man’s instincts. If she kept exposing herself so subtly, he might not be able to hold back, Hwanin thought.
After enjoying the cold bath for about thirty minutes, he stepped out to find the bedroom empty.
Did Isilite wake them and send them away?
Noticing that the clothes and underwear that had been scattered on the floor were also gone, he put on the clothes Isilite had neatly prepared on the bed, then called her and began their morning sparring session. The faint smell of cooking that had drifted in at the start of the sparring had filled the entire village by the time they finished. When Isilite emerged after washing her sweat-soaked body, a lavish feast was already being laid out.
He had already expended a great deal of energy overnight, and thirty minutes of sparring had only made him hungrier. Although he had eaten travel rations between embraces, his stomach was demanding proper food, so Hwanin hurriedly filled his empty belly.
After breakfast he visited the village’s only general store with Isilite. There they sold the magic beasts and animal hides, fangs, and claws they had hunted on the way, then purchased preserved rations to restock their packs. Twenty pelts of fierce beasts and magic beasts, plus the fangs and claws, fetched a total of one silver coin—and even that was an inflated price thanks to the Soul Master advantage. Under normal circumstances they would not have gotten even five copper coins.
“The profit relative to the effort is poor.”
=I’m sorry…… If my tanning skill were just a little better, we could have sold them for more…….=
“I’m not blaming you, so there’s no need to apologize. From now on we’ll simply discard the beasts we hunt.”
Considering time versus profit, it was the natural decision. Skinning five fierce beasts alone took about an hour.
Yet Hwanin received an unexpected proposal from Isilite.
=Master. Even so, tanning skill improves the more you do it, right? Whenever there’s a chance, may I keep practicing? There might be times in the labyrinth when we need to tan hides, so I think it would be good to learn the technique.=
“……Are you sure?”
=Yes.=
“If you’re fine with it, then do so.”
=Thank you. I’ll work hard!=
While conversing they returned home and found the village chief and several militia members waiting in front of the house. Their purpose was simple. The chief wished to express gratitude for pacifying the wandering souls in the village; the militia members wanted to thank him for the sparring they had not been able to finish the day before.
=Master. Preparations for departure are complete.=
“Let’s go.”
Hwanin mounted Emergency Food, whose back was loaded with their travel packs, and looked at the respectfully bowed heads of the village chief and, beside him, Selfie. Unfortunately, Selfie had not visited the previous night.
Someone at the level of a Class-holder would never give her body to a traveler who was only passing through.
Leaving behind the regret of not having embraced a Class-holder, Hwanin and his companions left Maestig Village behind.