The Warden's Burden
It has already been a week since I began my life in Barantraz Prison. I’ve spent that time focusing on getting a feel for the atmosphere and gathering information. Not only have I looked into the personal backgrounds of the prison guards, but I’ve also visited every single facility on the island at least once. I even went as far as to barge into the female guards' group dormitory, throwing a fit under the guise of conducting an internal inspection. I also managed to get my hands on the building blueprints for Building J, where Berzena is being held, and I’ve memorized every single passage. Looking at the blueprints, I’ve managed to sketch out a rough plan for how to break her out. The only thing left is to go and see the passages, ventilation shafts, and windows for myself. I have to verify them—they might be piled high with junk, sealed off due to some long-forgotten accident, or so neglected that they’ve become habitats for rats, insects, or monsters.
It’s a simple task of just looking around, but... I haven’t been able to go because of the Deputy Warden, Zenita. She is the only one I haven’t been able to check out in Building J. She has been thoroughly ostracizing me. For the past week, she’s shown such intense disgust just by my presence that I started to wonder if there was some other reason for it; it seemed strange for her to hate me this much just because of some trouble Tramson caused in Building J. So, I asked the senior staff, and they told me: "Don't you remember, sir? On the day the Deputy Warden, who is twenty years your junior, first arrived, you grabbed her buttocks." "Even after that day, you kept persistently harassing her and making all sorts of lewd remarks." "In the end, you got slapped."
I suddenly felt that Warden Tramson was truly something else. I can only marvel at his track record—a man who didn't try to control or hide his desires, but instead went around shamelessly engaging in greedy, predatory courtship with every woman he saw. A married man, yet he lived so diligently, trying to bed every cunt he could find besides his wife's. "Take it easy, you bastard." Because of him, my current operations are facing major setbacks. It feels like I’m the one covered in all the filth he spread. "First, I need to deal with Zenita..." I stroked my chin, thinking seriously. What would be the best way to handle this?
"Assassination...?" No. I can't kill her. This place is a prison for high-risk criminals. There are many vicious criminals here who should never be released into the world, and I don’t want to cause chaos within the prison through her death. Zenita is just an obstacle to my work, but she was an honest and excellent guard. She is an incredibly talented individual when it comes to monitoring criminals. Even if the Empire falls, a place like this needs to continue operating soundly.
"W-Warden, sir!" An elderly clerk came running into my office, breathless. "Octacles have appeared on the western main wall!"
I jumped to my feet. "What?! Let’s go, quickly!"
Octacles. They are white, tentacled monsters with round octopus heads. They crawl from the sea onto the island and periodically attack the main wall. Every time they appear, they swarm in the hundreds. The reason for their raids is currently presumed to be for territorial expansion. "I’ve been saying all along that they must have a habitat in the surrounding waters!"
"Damn it!" If the main wall, the highest wall in the prison, is destroyed, security will be significantly weakened. It’s a wall that also acts as a barrier to prevent prisoners from using mana. While there are secondary and tertiary walls inside the main wall, they aren't as sturdy. The main wall is the thickest and highest; it should have been built inside the prison to prevent jailbreaks, but since it also has to defend against monsters invading from the outside, it was built on the outermost perimeter.
I hurried up to the top of the main wall. "Huff! Huff! I’m out of breath! This is tough!"
"W-Warden, sir! Your pants are sliding down, I can see your underwear! You should pull them up!"
After pulling my pants—which had slid down while running—up to my navel until my balls were practically popping out, I arrived at the scene where the Octacles were clearly visible. "Warden, sir! You left your protective gear behind! I’ve brought it here, please put it on!"
"Thank you!" I put on the protective gear over my top and looked down at the base of the main wall. The Sea Breeze Knights were currently charging out and fighting fiercely. There are three armed units stationed at Barantraz Prison: one is the Security Guard unit, another is the Suppression unit, and the last is the Sea Breeze Knights. If the Security Guard unit consists of investigators who maintain public order and look into criminal cases or rule violations within the prison, the Suppression unit is the force that uses physical power to quell individual prisoner rampages, group riots, or jailbreaks. Unlike the two, the Sea Breeze Knights are a defensive unit solely for guarding against external enemies. Each knight’s sword-swinging form is skillful. They are also well-supported by archers from the rear. They operate multiple cannons, sending shells crashing down without mercy. There are mages, too. I see priests as well. Everyone looked brave and reliable.
"The number of Octacles is swarming like cockroaches, but they won't be able to break through." Just as I was feeling relieved, I saw a familiar face in the distance. It was Deputy Warden Zenita. She was wielding dual swords in both hands, annihilating the Octacles as if she were slaughtering them. "Warden, sir, let’s head down now. I’m afraid they might climb up here."
"It’s fine. Let them try to climb up if they want."
"Oh my, you usually don't even come to watch, but you seem brave today."
I ignored the person next to me and kept my eyes fixed on Zenita. Her performance was magnificent. "As expected of a Deputy Warden-level figure. Excellent." She is agile and fast. And sexy. "Her breasts are bouncing... *slurp*." I wiped the saliva that had unconsciously leaked from my lips. Having acted like the lecherous Warden Tramson for the past few days, I’ve become so over-immersed in the roleplay that I feel like I’ve become him completely. In fact, the aftereffects are no joke once a mission ends. It usually takes over a month to detach from the characters I’ve played. Anyway, Zenita seemed to have considered underwater combat, as she was fighting in a blue full-body tights embroidered with fish scales. The contours of her beautiful female body were clearly revealed, with curves in all the right places. The tights squeezed her buttocks tightly, and I just stared at her ass. Since the number of Octacles was gradually decreasing thanks to the knights and Zenita, there was nothing to worry about even if I got distracted. I comfortably enjoyed the view of Zenita’s physique. "Oh, that’s killer. It would be best to seduce her and bed her. And while I’m at it, I can visit Building J too." It felt like the means and the end had swapped, but I brushed it off as just a feeling.
"The Octacles have been annihilated!"
"Good work, everyone!"
"Waaaaah!"
"Let’s go inside and have a drink!"
Finally, the Octacles were defeated. Everyone rejoiced and returned inside the prison. The tide would take care of the Octacle carcasses scattered all over the beach. "That was impressive, Deputy Warden! Truly impressive!" I ran up to Zenita, who had just returned, and clapped like a seal with a wide grin. "I hold your skills in high regard!"
"Don't act like we're close. Why are you suddenly acting like this?" As soon as Zenita saw me, disgust immediately surfaced on her face. It was the face of someone who truly hated me and wanted me to get lost immediately. "I think I’ve been too harsh on you all this time. Especially when you’re working this hard."
"I don't need your comfort." She wiped the sweat from her chin and tried to walk past me. I hurriedly blocked her path. She stopped abruptly and glared at me. "What is it?"
"And... *ahem*." I acted as if I were feeling awkward and opened my mouth. "I... I wanted to apologize for my past mistakes. I’d like to have dinner with you this evening. I want to treat you to a wonderful meal!"
"I don't want to. Eat by yourself." She spat the words out and tried to walk past me again. When I tried to block her again, she scowled, shoved me aside, and left. "It’s not easy. Hmm." I watched her retreating back. Her tights-clad buttocks wiggled away in a quite arousing manner. "Wow. Look at how firm that is." I’m very much looking forward to the day I get to lay her down. It’s definitely not because of lust, but purely for the mission. "I want to stay in touch even after the mission is over."
After returning to my office to plan the route for Berzena’s jailbreak, High Priestess Miranda suddenly came to visit. "Warden, sir. Weren't you surprised by the Octacles?"
"Ah, yes, yes. I was very surprised. I’m glad we defeated them. *Cackle*." She smiled brightly and gestured to me. "Please come to the infirmary. I’ll prepare some medicine to help you calm down. At our age, you need to manage your heart well."
"Oh, medicine. That sounds good." High Priestess Miranda also served as the head of the infirmary. I followed her toward the infirmary. The church priests were also in charge of disease control within the prison. We arrived at the infirmary quickly while chatting about this and that, and we went straight into the director's office. *Click.* High Priestess Miranda locked the door and turned back to me. Her gaze was somehow deep, unlike before. "Do you know how much I’ve missed you?"
"...Excuse me?"
"Why haven't you visited me all this time? *Haa, haa*." She took off the veil she was wearing on her head and threw it onto the desk. Her long hair cascaded down. Her eyes, looking at me, trembled, and she threw herself into my arms as if she couldn't hold back any longer. Then, she covered my lips and kissed me passionately. "Ugh."
"*Slurp, smack, mwah. Aang... I'm so happy...*" She showered me with violent kisses as if she were going to devour me. She seemed like a woman who had been starving for a long time. "Don't tell me... did this bastard Tramson even touch the High Priestess?" Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I responded naturally, kneading High Priestess Miranda’s breasts through her clothes. And so, I exchanged kisses with a woman in her fifties, inhaling her ragged breath, tangling our tongues, and sharing our saliva.