A Hand Reaches for the Female Knight
Black Rock Mountains, a side path on an unnamed peak near the human alliance's encampment. Goju and I were currently hiding about 100 meters from the camp's entrance, right in front of the guard post.
Two soldiers stood watch, making a frontal breakthrough impossible. The place was surrounded by wooden palisade walls, crawling with guards—unless I sprouted wings and flew, sneaking in looked utterly hopeless to anyone watching. But hey, I've always got a way.
"Boss, you think this'll really work?"
"Don't sweat it. You think I've only done this once or twice? Just keep your trap shut and don't fuck it up yourself."
As I boasted confidently, Goju—who'd learned the hard way that fortune falls into your lap even in your sleep—nodded like a maniac, drool slicking down his chin.
"Alright, let's move."
At my signal, Goju, tightly bound with the rope I held, shuffled after me. Gone was his usual sly grin; instead, his face was the ultimate goblin nerd look, overflowing with desperation as I dragged him along.
"Halt! Stop right there!"
"Who goes there? State your identity!"
The guards on duty at the post shouted, spears leveled at me as I emerged from the darkness. Yeah, that's more like it. But like I said, I've got ways around this.
"It's me."
Instead of backing off or running, I strode boldly into the torchlight where they could get a good look. Their eyes bulged wide.
"Captain Klein?!"
"We heard you fell at Blood Peak!"
Huh? Did I have history with these guys in this getup? Things were starting to feel too easy.
"Yeah, I figured you'd be living it up without me, so I crawled back from the dead out of spite."
"No way..."
"To be honest, sir, we thought you were already monster chow by now."
Spot on. The real owner of this face I was borrowing was probably digesting in the gut of a four-personality twin-head ogre right about then.
"I've got urgent news for Lady Silveryia. Where is she?"
But for some reason, the guards suddenly leveled their spears at me again.
"What the hell?"
"Sorry, Captain. Lady Silveryia gave strict orders."
"Huh?"
"Anyone coming down from that peak today—even friendlies—gets a full investigation..."
"You serious? You don't recognize me?"
But they couldn't ignore a direct order from a brigade commander like her, even if I outranked them as a company captain. The guards moved to search me. Goju had warned me about the disguise spell's weakness: even a fingertip touch would break it. One held manacles, the other kept his spear trained on me.
But you think I didn't plan for this? I've chewed out duty officers at outposts with half my rank. I've got contingencies for contingencies!
"Hey, hold up a sec."
I gestured to stall the two approaching soldiers. "Hey, come here!"
"G-goblin gobble!"
I revealed Goju, trussed up tight in the rope.
"A g-goblin?!"
"Captain, this guy's...!!"
Forget the search—they damn near jumped out of their skins at the bound goblin right in their faces. The spear guy was shaking so bad his tip rattled like crazy.
"Embarrassing to admit, but shit was so bad I played dead among the corpses. Waited for my shot to slip out. Time dragged on, and just as I was about to bolt, this idiot wandered up clueless."
"F-furious goblin gobble!!"
"So I nabbed him as a POW and dragged him back."
Their supposedly dead captain back from the grave—with a prisoner to boot?! The guards stared at me with starry-eyed awe. I lowered my voice like it was top secret.
"This is prime intel from those monster bastards. You get what that means, right?"
Classified, level one. That's the play.
"Yes, sir!!"
"W-we won't breathe a word!!"
"Good. If even a whisper hits the barracks, I'll hunt you two down and end you myself. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!!"
"Fuck, keep it down! So, where's Lady Silveryia?"
They could've just said go find her yourself, but in wartime, commanders often hide their tents among the rank-and-file to throw off enemy spies. One guard glanced around furtively and whispered,
"Uh... same as always, where John and Clark are on watch."
"Got it. Thanks. Keep your mouths shut like I said."
With that, I yanked Goju along. Behind me, I heard the guards snapping careful salutes.
Military "ironclad security," my ass. Guys who know your face are the worst—they gossip among themselves, skip challenges after hours, all that shit. Plus, I had a face they recognized, so slipping through was a breeze.
Once past the gate, I tucked Goju under my arm and crept stealthily, avoiding eyes. Can't tell everyone to shut up, even if the guards stay quiet.
Slinking from shadow to shadow for what felt like half an hour, searching for Silveryia's tent—
"Boss, over there!"
Goju pointed; sure enough, unlike the others, one tent had two soldiers guarding it, just like the gate guys said. Perfect timing—a pink glow flickered on the back of my hand again.
She's there. No doubt. Gut feeling screamed it. As I approached, the guards' faces lit up with shock—round two.
Skipping the details, I flashed Goju and played the top-secret card. They got the hint and bailed.
Confirming no one around, I cleared my throat a few times and called through the tent flap.
"Lady Silveryia?"
"…"
"Lady Silveryia?"
Another call, another silence. Not here? But the guards swore they'd seen her, so she had to be inside...!
Right then, the pink glow on my hand flashed red, strobing like a siren. A chill raced up my spine; I tilted sideways just as—shwick!—a blade punched through the tent flap.
Gotcha. She sensed me like I sensed her!
I wrapped the protruding sword in my disguise cloak, then barged in without a second thought.
"N-no...!"
A despairing shriek, and a naked woman crumpled before me, unable to withstand my charge... naked?
"Aha!"
This bitch was masturbating. Guards outside, and she's going at it solo in secret!
"Jackpot!"
Their captain loses her troops, falls for my charm (not), and jerks off to the thought! I snatched the sword from her hand; Goju, still roped, launched into the air chanting. The bindings flew to her, wrapping her in a torturous turtle-shell tie that accentuated her privates.
"Can't have you making noise—gag first."
"Mmph!! Mmph!!"
Goju and I ogled the bound Silveryia. My rock-hard cock throbbed ready to burst; poor castrated Goju cackled, plotting how to torment this prime bitch.
Her venomous glare met mine. Hero role's busted—time to play the ultimate villain.
"Told you I'd come for you..."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"You can look forward to it."
Did she react? Pink light flooded from the pattern on my hand, filling the tent. Her lower belly lit up in response—a lewd curse tattoo like a womb mark.
"Anyway, introductions? You know me—orc. Call me Red Bear; that's what everyone does. Your turn."
"…"
Oh, right—the gag. Being polite, I yanked it out, half-expecting—
"Kuh, kill me!!"
Ooh, drool's flowing slick...