Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Sisterly Schemes
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Middle-aged men are innocent.
'Innocent?'
If we're assigning blame, Olivia bears more of it than the middle-aged patrons.
Shaking that huge ass right in their faces—who could resist touching it? This is the NTR Tsukuru Game world, after all.
A world where men harass and grope women as the default setting. And no one gets punished for it by society's standards.
Nothing to lose. If you see a woman you like, you touch her first and ask questions later.
At first, I couldn't adjust. A law-abiding guy from modern South Korea, thrown into a game world rife with sexual assault—it wasn't easy.
I've adapted somewhat now, but I still have my limits. Random old creeps hitting on someone else's daughter? That's tolerable.
But when it's a girl I know? No way I can just stand by.
'She did it on purpose, knowing I was watching.'
Olivia could've easily subdued those middle-aged guys if she'd wanted to. She's strong enough.
But she didn't. She flaunted her ass like it was a show for me.
"Hey, asshole. Do you even know who I am?"
Middle-aged men are innocent. If anyone's at fault, it's Olivia for tempting him.
But I can't let it slide now that I've witnessed it.
If I do, that shitty memory will linger, gnawing at my brain. Gotta erase it.
"Silver-rank mercenary or something?"
"...Silver-rank?"
Gunta and his crew had bragged about being silver-rank just yesterday.
The middle-aged patrons burst out laughing at the mention. Mocking "mere silver-rank."
"Kuhahaha! Do we look like silver-rank mercs to you?"
"They really underestimate us, boss."
"Silver-rank? We started this gig twenty years ago—at silver-rank back then."
"Yeah. We hit silver-rank twenty years ago."
"With a tougher promotion exam than today's. And you call us silver-rank? You asked if we're silver-rank?"
Doesn't seem like they were.
"If you're not, then you're not. Why make such a fuss?"
I picked my nose and brushed it off casually. Their faces darkened—they weren't getting the reaction they wanted.
"This punk doesn't get it, huh?"
"Needs a good whipping."
"Whip? Our fists are the whip. Hahaha!"
Before battle, beasts puff themselves up to intimidate. They flexed their backs and shoulders like animals, circling me.
Impressive encirclement skills.
"...Next time, don't grope girls young enough to be your daughters."
I warned them, even if I doubted they'd listen. Better they know why they're getting beat—that way, they might reflect and not repeat it.
"What? You giving us advice now?"
"Keh heh, let him be. We've seen plenty of punks who don't know their place."
"Nothing a little blood won't fix. They'll learn quick."
They learned their place first.
Thwack!
"Gah...!"
Smack!
These were men who'd lived by the blade.
Their patchy muscles bore scars of fierce battles, their deep facial wounds badges of glory.
But before me, they were nothing.
Thud!
"This sound belongs in bed."
"M-Monster...!"
My fist connected with the last guy's face. He crumpled lifelessly.
I didn't kill them. Not my style to enjoy murder.
Just beat them enough for a lesson.
That'd suffice. They wouldn't show their faces around here again.
Unless they missed my fists that badly.
"Ugh, aaagh!"
"Boss! Get up! We gotta run!"
The middle-aged men fled, hauling each other away in a panicked herd.
Clap clap clap.
Applause from behind. Olivia grinned slyly at me.
"As fast as ever. Not quite as quick as the sex we had yesterday, though."
"..."
She'd called me Daddy in bed, but now her tone flipped back to prickly.
Even bitchier than Tina.
'Must be that bastard's bloodline.'
Ban Phoenix, the blond tanned thug, pulled the same shit. Friendly at first, then openly hostile after banging Tina.
I scowled and shot Olivia a glare.
"...You always go around like that?"
"Like what?"
"Shaking your ass in front of other guys on purpose..."
"Ah."
Olivia beamed.
"Why would I? Those vermin don't deserve it."
"Then why?"
"You were watching."
Olivia sidled up to me, blocking my path into the inn.
I glared at her.
"What're you doing?"
Our eye levels matched—felt weird. Like Tina had somehow shrunk.
"Hug me."
Olivia spread her arms wide. Even in that loose shirt, her chest strained to burst free.
Recalling her size from last night, it made sense.
"Come on."
She'd stand there forever if I didn't. So I hugged her—or rather, she engulfed me.
My arms awkwardly hugged air, like a transparent barrier surrounded her.
Manners?
"Ngh."
Her ample breasts. Soft feminine curves enveloped me. Her scent filled my nose.
"Haaa..."
Olivia buried her nose in my neck, inhaling deeply. Her arms didn't stay still.
"What the hell!"
Her hugging arms and hands slipped into my pants without permission, kneading my ass vigorously.
"So good... Daddy's scent, his ass, all of it..."
"Hey, stop!"
I tried shoving her off desperately. No dice.
I'd flown circles around those taller middle-aged guys, yet here I was, pinned by a girl my size.
'This feeling... I've felt it before.'
Succubi. Back in the Demon King's castle, packed with them—this was their vibe.
Get caught, and they'd milk you dry.
I'd let myself get caught and railed a few times on purpose. Succubus fluids force males into heat—even the weak could go all night.
That's why it rang a bell.
'Cross the limit, though, and you die.'
I was the Hero. Master of walking the tightrope.
"Y-You're... not a succubus, right?"
"Nope. Why would I be?"
"...Why're you doing this?"
"Just 'cause. I like it."
Olivia kept hugging me tighter, like a succubus absorbing her prey through ecstasy.
'...Fine, then. Me too.'
My awkwardly hovering arms slid to her waist, gently encircling her slender frame.
Last night's sex flashed back. Her hymen too.
I'd taken her first time.
"...You okay?"
"What?"
"Y'know, yesterday was your first."
"Your voice sounds so lame right now."
"..."
Olivia snickered.
"I'm fine, duh. Not fine?"
"It was your first—doesn't it hurt?"
In the NTR Tsukuru Game world, hymens are thick and tough. Doesn't mean deflowering skips the pain.
'Tina winced back then too.'
Olivia probably did. I worried inwardly.
But she seemed totally fine—my concern unfounded.
"Hurt? With your tiny dick?"
"..."
"Think this would hurt?"
Her ass-kneading hand moved forward, pinching my rock-hard cock between her fingers and giggling.
"This could go in my ass without a sting."
"You're too much."
Olivia rubbed my glans with her thumb. My glans and her thumb—near identical size.
Should I take solace in it being a tad bigger? Debatable.
"Daddy. I love that sad puppy face."
"..."
"So drop it. Unless you want the villagers watching me fuck you."
No words for that.
Jingle jingle.
The inn door swung open. We were right outside, so someone coming out.
Charlotte.
"Olivia, you said you'd be right back—how long are you gonna keep this up? Let go of Father."
At Charlotte's voice, Olivia released me instantly.
"It was quick. How long was I even holding him?"
"Time doesn't matter. It's not your turn today anyway."
"True, but."
Charlotte glanced at me standing beside Olivia, then tugged her away slightly.
Like they had private words.
They headed behind the inn, out of sight. But I could still hear.
I enhanced my hearing.
'She only outmatches me in raw strength. My abilities are still superior.'
Matchup?
Wind can't extinguish fire. But wind still cools you in the shade.
Olivia and Charlotte whispered behind the inn.
"Why?"
"Do you know what you just did?"
"What?"
"Earlier—you did that on purpose to get Father's attention. You know he hates that stuff."
"So I told him straight up. That I like him."
"You can't even hint at that. We need to treasure him more."
"..."
"We have to care for his mental state properly. He can't turn back now."
"I know."
"Good."
"But you're the real problem."
"Huh?"
"Playing dumb?"
"No?"
"Bullshit. You pulled out that shitty dildo bastard again yesterday."
"..."
"If you wreck Dyke's ass again and break him, I'll do the same to you and kill you."
"..."
"I'm warning you."
"We can ease him into it slowly—he might even enjoy it. Doesn't Olivia like it too, this?"
"If you're doing it, do it right. No suddenly ramping up the size when you get excited."
"I won't this time."
"Be careful."
Conversation over, they approached. I bolted into the inn like my life depended on it.