Chapter 40
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Operation Farm Unit 2
I took the sullen Charlotte to a wholesale butcher shop.
"Dyke, you're early this time."
How could a butcher shop even exist in this fantasy world, so far behind modern society? It's easier to just chalk it up to magic.
'If I overthink it, I'll just end up stressing myself out.'
Still, it was way easier than dealing with all those NTR Tsukuru game male NPCs who couldn't keep their hands—or words—to themselves.
"...Lots of customers showed up."
The inn's fridge was usually stocked pretty well with meat. And with the sub-space storage, we had a good amount.
But we'd burned through it all. Crowds had poured in at an awkward time when supplies were running low.
I wasn't about to spin a long tale of woe. I brushed it off vaguely and moved on.
The butcher owner probably didn't care much about the vibe at the Cradle of Abundance Inn anyway.
"I see. Well, perfect timing then. You need meat, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Lucky you. We just slaughtered some pigs—fresh cuts are rolling in. Come on back to the warehouse."
I followed the butcher to the back room. It was piled high with bright red meat.
I scanned the cuts and shoved them into my sub-space.
Money was no object these days.
"Thanks a ton, as always!"
I filled the sub-space to capacity and left the shop. It was enough to last half a year or so.
'Nah, won't even make it half a year.'
Our headcount had grown. One kid and three adults now—and we still had two more to go.
If I weren't the Hero getting kingdom subsidies, my back would've been broken trying to feed Unit 1 and now Unit 2.
"Heading straight home now?"
Charlotte, who'd been tagging along quietly, finally spoke up. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.
It was like a kid out for a rare outing begging to stay out longer.
"What else is there to do here? Let's just go home."
Sadly, Charlotte Unit 1 wasn't a kid. She looked like a fully mature woman.
I didn't know her exact age.
But at whatever age she was now, she could've easily had a daughter Olivia's age without raising eyebrows.
'By this world's standards, anyway.'
I'd never seen women as baby-making machines. And I had no intention of claiming otherwise.
Was going straight home really that upsetting? Charlotte slouched along in a most un-knightly gait, kicking at a pebble.
She openly sulked, making her displeasure obvious.
"What? What's the problem?"
"...Does going out with me bother you, Father?"
"Yeah."
Fuck yeah, it does, you psycho bitch.
I couldn't spit that out loud with her lips pursed in a pout. I softened my tone as much as I could and explained why.
"...Honestly, you're the most uncomfortable one for me, Charlotte."
"More than the others?"
"Think about what you've done to me, and you'll get it."
"......"
Olivia Unit 1. She'd been a total pain on day one.
But I'd discovered she had some surprisingly cute sides.
'She even gifted me her hymen.'
She'd had a hymen, even if she wasn't a virgin. She'd probably slept with Dyke Unit 1.
Still, it satisfied me.
Olivia Unit 1 had said, "Dyke Unit 1 didn't take my virginity. I fed it to him."
I'm different from Dyke Unit 1. I thrust my own hips and broke through Olivia Unit 1's hymen myself.
With my own dick—small but precious—I claimed that hymen.
Picture spooning soup. Dyke Unit 2 feeds himself. Dyke Unit 1 gets it spoon-fed by Olivia.
The end result is the same—they both ate soup. But the process? Worlds apart. An insurmountable gap.
'Unit 1's a fake man. Fake mail.'
I'm the real deal. Real mail.
Charlotte looked wronged, like she had no idea what she'd done wrong, her face all teary.
"You don't get it?"
"No, I don't."
"......"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"I haven't done anything wrong. I've held back over and over, waiting for you to be ready, Father. Even yesterday."
"...Held back? That was you holding back yesterday?"
"Yes. That's why I haven't shoved my dick in yet. I've had so many chances, but I've resisted with everything I have. How could I possibly be worse than Olivia or Nine? That doesn't make sense."
"...Sigh. Forget it. Drop it."
"Father?"
Charlotte leaned in close, whispering low.
"If you keep painting me as a bad girl... I'll have to show you what a real bad girl is like."
"...What the hell is a 'real bad girl'? Just calling me 'Father' all the time while ignoring everything I say—that's bad enough, isn't it?"
"No."
She shook her head firmly, defining "bad girl" on her own terms.
"A bad girl is one who rapes her father."
"...What kind of bullshit is that?"
"You said it yourself."
"I did?"
She meant Dyke Unit 1.
"Back then, you tried convincing me by calling me a bad girl. You begged me not to cum inside."
"...Begged? Don't insult Dyke."
"What do you think I did? Stopped because I was a good girl? Pulled out just because you said so?"
"You heartless bitch."
Like hell she did.
Charlotte wouldn't have stopped. No matter how much Dyke Unit 1 begged, she'd have rammed her dick into that helpless man's ass relentlessly.
"I don't want to be a good girl. I hate it. I wanted something too. So I made a deal with Olivia. She's the kind of rotten girl who takes what she wants and hates losing anything."
"......"
Charlotte's hand slyly brushed my ass. Right there in the middle of the street, she kneaded it like dough.
I swatted her hand away in a panic.
"...I'm taking your virginity, Father. I won't yield on that to anyone. Not even to you yourself."
"That's exactly why I don't wanna stick around you."
Let's just hurry home.
That's when Charlotte grabbed me.
"Since we're already out, how about swinging by Count Pigmon's territory?"
"Count Pigmon's territory?"
"Word is, a rebel conspiracy will soon be uncovered there, and the Pigmon family dismantled. There's a poor kid in the territory, pretty much abandoned by her druggie parents."
"......"
Maybe better to get ahead of it instead of waiting for shit to hit the fan.
"Might as well, since we're out this far."
Seemed smarter all around to scoop up the Unit 2s.
"Okay. Let's head to Count Pigmon's territory."
No more whining about hanging out longer. Pitch a real reason, and it's a win-win.
Makes things easier for both of us.
"Father."
"Yeah?"
"Is the itch any better?"
"...Yeah. So don't bring it up again."
Thinking back to yesterday sent chills down my spine. Emotions all tangled up, and I couldn't even articulate what I wanted.
Never again.
"Got it."
At my warning, Charlotte grinned. That glint in her eye made me uneasy for no reason.
Who knows what she's scheming.
'...But did it really go away completely?'
Her words drew my focus straight to my ass. No itch. Symptoms gone.
Full recovery.
Twitch—
Just as I started to sigh in relief, a weird sensation hit.
My ass. But not the same spot. Deeper inside. Pretty far in.
'About the length of a finger...'
Similar to the itch, but different.
'It went away when I focused on it.'
What the hell? What kind of condition is this?
'Not the saliva thing again, right?'
God, I hope not.
Neigh—!
I rented horses. Pigmon's territory was too far to walk.
The horse galloped. I gripped the saddle hard with my thighs and urged it on.
Twitch—
"......"
The horse pounded the dirt. My body jolted with each stride.
Every time, that odd feeling stirred in my ass.
'What the...'
The alien sensation wouldn't fade. It lingered even as time passed.
Whether I focused or not, it faintly tickled my ass.
The problem? It was in a spot I couldn't reach with my hands.
Neigh—!
I reined in the horse. It snorted in annoyance after the hard run.
I soothed it and dismounted.
"Father, what's wrong?"
Charlotte rode up. She didn't seem bothered by any itch and stayed mounted.
"...Mind making some medicine?"
"I'll apply it myself."
"Cut the crap."
"Fine."
I figured she'd push till the end. Surprisingly, she backed off easy.
"Baa..."
Right in front of me, Charlotte hawked up spit openly. No intent to chew any herbs.
That's what I had to smear on? Instant wave of self-loathing.
"Here you go, Father."
"...Hold on a sec."
I took the vial from her and ducked behind a tree. Hurriedly slathered on her spit.
'No effect at all.'
The new itch was deeper inside. No way around shoving a finger in.
But sticking my own finger up my ass...
Somehow...
That felt like too much...
Charlotte called out, tired of waiting.
"Father? Everything okay?"