The Warden's Gambit
Ten days had passed since Kim Haeru entered the prison island. Elenore, who had been staying at the inn, headed to the backyard the moment she opened her eyes. There, she swung her sword and practiced her archery, maintaining her body in peak condition, ready for battle at any moment. Her life was monotonous. In the morning, she trained alone and waited for word from Haeru. In the afternoon, she trained some more and waited for word from Haeru. As the sun began to set, she would go out to Harail Hill, gaze toward the prison island, and sing.
Recently, a new routine had been added before lunch. Every time she trained in the morning, the refreshing sensation would lift her spirits, and by the end, she would inevitably find herself thinking of Haeru. The thought of wanting him by her side would leave her vulva slick with arousal. She would rush back to her inn room and masturbate, thinking of him.
"Ah… Haeru-nim… I miss you so much… Aang…"
Her hand, working between her legs, would quicken until she reached a climax. "Haa, haa." Once she wiped the sweat from her brow, it was already lunchtime. This behavior was repeated at night when she went to sleep. The loneliness was even more intense at night. She would masturbate twice, sometimes three times, until she was satisfied. But there were things that masturbation simply could not fill. The longing to see him and the urge to be penetrated. Haeru and his cock.
"Haa, I want to be impaled by Haeru-nim. Heu-eung…"
Thus, one day passed, then another, and it had been ten days since she began waiting for his contact. Elenore visited a masquerade mask workshop.
"Ah, you've arrived. The item you requested is finished."
The shop owner handed her a glossy, beautiful mask. The front was a white fox face, and the back was adorned with a thick mane of golden hair. When she put it on and stood before the mirror, she looked like a completely different person. Her red hair had vanished as if by magic. She was a mysterious woman with blonde hair that fell to her collarbone.
"Thank you for your hard work."
It was when she returned to the inn that a letter finally arrived from Haeru. It contained instructions to procure fine wine, along with inquiries about how she was doing.
"…You were safe."
Elenore rejoiced, clutching the letter in both hands against her chest. He had said they would meet soon. She looked forward to the day that would come quickly.
It had been four days since the operation to locate the Octacle habitat began. We had come up empty-handed again today, but I was too busy with prison duties to dwell on it. There was much a warden had to do. When Tramson was alive, he had slacked off and handled his work with indifference. However, I worked diligently every day to capture Zenita's heart. I personally took the lead in teaching the training required for the guards' duties, conducted fire drills, and held daily meetings regarding the major operations of each department. I had to consistently inspect the prisoners, discuss matters regarding the monthly events, and oversee the reconstruction of aging buildings and the prison's environmental maintenance projects—there was simply too much to do.
'Damn it, it’s not like I’m going to be here for long.'
In the midst of that, I discovered a few noteworthy talents among the prisoners. Galibal, a high-ranking noble who was the first of his class to be convicted and imprisoned here for leading a Lurker liberation movement. And Tosbako, the empire's representative anti-establishment figure who was once the Emperor's greatest political rival. Tosbako was over eighty, but his eyes still held a sense of power. The presence of these two was extremely intriguing to me.
'Hmm… what would happen if I let these two loose in the world? It might help me by adding to the chaos in the empire. I’ll have to think about it.'
And I didn't just work every day. At night, I inevitably fell into a world of debauchery. It was very important to relieve stress as much as I worked hard.
"Aang, Warden-nim♡"
"Nancy-yang, the Warden is mine, I tell you♡"
It seems I was an even bigger lecher than Warden Tramson. My secretary, Nancy, and the High Priestess, Miranda. In just a few days, these two had become deeply involved with each other and devolved into bitches who would moan in pairs right in front of me. Thanks to them, my balls were never full of semen. Every night, the three of us had sex without rest. I enjoyed 3P in all sorts of positions, pumping my semen into them as I took turns thrusting into their cunts.
"Heh heh, you are my exclusive fuck-toys! You should beg like the fuck-toys you are!"
"Heu-eut! It feels good, so good! Give me your cock! I want more cock!"
"It-it's amazing, Warden-nim! Haak! Hak! Aaaaaang!"
For me and for them, unlike on the mainland, sex was the greatest form of entertainment and a vital source of energy on this prison island where there was nothing else to enjoy. Because my cock was full of vigor—a different flavor from the former Warden Tramson—the two women were completely addicted to sex. Thanks to my cock, the three of us could gather in one room and have sex. The day they first had sex with me, they fell in love with the taste of my hard cock, and since that day, they had frequently come looking for me, craving sex. That was how Nancy and Miranda met. We began to enjoy 3P as if it were nothing. After having sex, they would fall asleep with happy faces. If there was one regrettable thing, it was my stamina. It was definitely better than an average person's, but it wasn't exactly extraordinary. I could barely manage five ejaculations a day because I relied on the power of the stamina pills I took for every mission. Without the pills, three times a day was the limit. If I did more than that, no more semen would come out. My legs would also tremble uncontrollably.
'I wish there was a medicine that could strengthen my stamina.'
Anyway, enjoying prison life like this, another three days passed by.
"Found it! Over there, it's over there!"
Finally, after over a week of sea searches, we discovered the habitat of the Octacles. The bastards had made a tidal flat island their base and were breeding there. In the center of the tidal flat island, in a place made of rock, the queen, Octavia, was visible in a considerable size. Because the soldiers guarding the queen were spitting ink like cannonballs, approaching them was difficult. We retreated safely while riding our hippogriffs.
Two days later. A galleon cut through the waves and headed toward the deep sea to subjugate the Octacles. On the galleon were myself, Deputy Warden Zenita, the Captain of the Sea Breeze Knights, and about two hundred knights and soldiers. I stared at the large harpoon launcher placed on the bow. This was no ordinary harpoon launcher. It was a very powerful weapon imbued with the power of a god. A weapon that a god was said to have thrust into the ground long ago to destroy the fallen human city of Sodom. The Spear of Ruina. The spear was wrapped in divine energy, and humans, elves, and dwarves began to harvest that energy and use it to create weapons. That energy was called Ruina Power, and the material made by processing and hardening Ruina Power was called Ruinstone. Ruinstone spread across the entire continent. However, it was not a material that just anyone could easily possess. The empire strictly controlled the distribution of Ruinstone and only supplied weapons made of Ruinstone to important facilities that would cause great damage to the country if destroyed. One of them was this large harpoon. It was given to defend Barantraz Prison. The name was 'Fish Hunting'.
"Are you fascinated?"
Deputy Warden Zenita approached me with a calm smile on her face. The atmosphere in which she treated me had become much softer than before. I had shown her my figure waddling ahead of my subordinates and sweating profusely, so perhaps she found it pitiful or, in some aspects, cute. I hadn't exactly made active advances to seduce her, but lately, she had been approaching me and starting conversations more often. It was clear that she liked diligent and sincere people.
"I didn't know the day would come when I'd use this. According to the records, the last time was seven years ago during the Lamia subjugation."
"I wasn't there then, so this is my first time."
"As a weapon made with the addition of a god's power, it has fearsome power. Whether it's Octavia or the Octacles, it's over now."
"Does this mean I can sleep soundly with both legs stretched out from now on?"
She smiled brightly with her hands gently clasped behind her back. I found myself looking more at the breasts bulging beneath her smile. She was wearing the same blue full-body tights that revealed her figure today, and I was secretly sweating, trying to restrain my gaze that kept wanting to wander downward.
"When the… subjugation ends."
I continued, looking out at the distant sea. My thin, sparse hair fluttered impressively in the sea breeze. After a brief pause, I turned my gaze and looked up at Zenita deeply. She was about 10 centimeters taller than me. She was 168cm.
"How about a date with me? It's not like I'm trying to do anything strange. I just want to have a delicious dinner with you. Warmly, as comrades."
"Hmm……"
"Wouldn't the subordinates feel relieved and happy if they saw the Warden and Deputy Warden getting along?" I've already made a reservation at the cafeteria."
"Aren't you being too hasty?"
"Do you want to show others the sight of us constantly bickering and fighting?"
"Hmm…"
Her head, which had been agonizing over it for a long time in front of me, dropped. Zenita said with a smile on her lips.
"Fine. I'll give you a chance to go on a date with me. Since you've worked hard all this time."
That afternoon, we completely annihilated the Octacle habitat.