Chapter 168: O Men with Bowed Heads, Arise! (5)
Chapter 168: O Men with Bowed Heads, Arise! (5)
At that same time.
"So, this is that legendary stamina enhancer I've heard so much about?"
"It is an erection enhancer, my Lord."
"O-Oh, ho...!"
Irsenti, the head of the Viscount Sirjosia family, licked his lips at the candy-like object sitting before him.
"Ruji Fermaton. He’s a piece of trash, but he certainly makes himself useful with things like this."
"Brother, you should see the effects for yourself. See if it truly works."
"Y-Yes, quite. ...But, dear brother."
Irsenti boldly picked up a hammer and cracked the candy in half.
"Brother!"
"Fermaton’s surveillance is so strict that I could only obtain one. How could I possibly eat it all myself? Even if the effect is halved, I shall share this with you."
"Urgh...!"
With tears in their eyes, the two brothers each grabbed a half of the candy.
Lick.
They already knew how to take it. All that remained was to confirm the results.
"......O-Oh, ohhh!"
Throb. Throb.
Their groins began to ache.
A sensation like a searing heat, as if flames were wrapping around their entire bodies, overcame them. The two brothers leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
"Kh, aaah...!"
Throb, throb.
"A, a ruler...! Quickly, get a ruler...!"
It was growing.
It was stretching, even if only slightly, beyond the size they had known all their lives.
As blood rushed downward, the part that had previously only peeked out timidly now held its head high and proud.
"W-Wooooh...!"
Irsenti saw it.
"5 centimeters...!"
It was a size too embarrassing to mention in front of others, but even with only half a candy, he had seen a staggering 25% increase in length.
What if he had eaten the whole thing?
"Now, the Sirjosia line will not end with us—"
Thud.
"Brother?!"
Irmiri collapsed to the floor.
"Heugh, huff, ke-heugh."
He began to foam at the mouth, his body convulsing as if he were having a seizure.
"W-What is this...?! Is anyone outside?! Fetch a priest! Now! Hurry!"
His skin was flushed a deep, burning red.
His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, as if he were on the verge of death.
"Brother!!"
Irmiri was, without a doubt, dying.
"B-Brother... my... my cock... it's strange...!"
"Don't speak! Calm down! Look at me! Breathe slowly!"
"T-That's...!"
An excessive amount of blood was pooling in Irmiri's lower half.
"Hah, ke-heugh, ugh...!"
Irmiri, who had started with a size no different from his brother's, now had a member so engorged it had turned a dark, bruised purple.
"Brother, I..."
"I told you not to speak! Steady your breathing!"
"Even if only for a moment..."
Irmiri forced a grin onto his beet-red face.
"I'm happy... that I finally... topped 7 centimeters..."
Flop.
Irmiri’s head slumped to the side.
*
My conversation with Charlotte had taken a bit of an extreme turn.
"I'm sorry. Having a 'Mythstone' right in front of me made me lose my mind for a second."
"No, it's fine. It only shows how much you care for me, so I am quite flattered."
"Well, that's a relief."
"It is."
Fortunately(?), Charlotte just brushed off my threat of rape.
"Saying I'd rape you was definitely crossing the line."
"It's alright. I would have done the same if our positions were reversed."
"Really?"
"Yes. If you possessed a weapon capable of instantly blowing up the Imperial Capital, and you refused to hand it over, I would have taken it by force, even if I had to rape you for it."
Charlotte, what a terrifying girl.
The fact that the Vorpal Rabbit she carries is so vicious must definitely be related to her personality.
"Anyway, Young Lord. We've discussed many things, but I will personally brainstorm how to create new business items based on this Mythstone. Ideally, in a direction that could bring down the Empire."
"I don't care, as long as it doesn't bring harm to Fermaton. Or at least, as long as that harm isn't direct warfare."
"Understood."
Even if wars were breaking out elsewhere, it didn't matter much to me as long as it didn't affect Fermaton immediately.
As Charlotte said, now was the time to move even more aggressively.
I have no reason to keep my head bowed.
Now that I had another Mythstone, I could stand tall—and keep my cock just as stiff—as I began to move in earnest.
My forces were already sufficient; all that remained was to cycle through the personnel.
Of course, one condition had to be met first.
"Charlotte. To be honest, I've been buying up magic stones specifically to find these Mythstones hidden in the market."
"I figured as much. I thought it was strange how you kept repeating such suspicious behavior."
"Right. But now, I have the Mythstone in my hand."
There was no longer any reason to keep bleeding money like a sucker.
"What should we do? Is it a big problem if we keep supplying magic stones to the market?"
"No. It's better to keep securing magic stones."
"Why? You're not suggesting we take advantage of the war, are you?"
"Exactly. If a war breaks out—actually, even if it doesn't—they will need a massive amount of magic stones."
According to Charlotte:
Naval warfare relied heavily on cannons, and these cannons were products of magic engineering.
The process involved extracting mana from a large number of magic stones and then firing a mass of ether that exploded along with the depleted stones.
Traditional shells had become magical artillery shells, and these required a vast supply of magic stones.
"So those who want to use magic stones as weapons will try to buy them in bulk from Fermaton."
"Yes. Unless they suddenly decide to stop the start of the war, there will be almost no one who doesn't want to buy magic stones in large quantities."
"Hmm..."
Do I aim for a wartime windfall?
Or do I bet on the war not happening?
If it weren't for Charlotte, I wouldn't have even dreamed a war was coming.
An Abalone War.
Not a war of conquest, but a war on the brink of breaking out over mere abalones.
Is that even possible?
I thought about the Queen of the Kingdom.
She was a Queen, but also a debauched woman who loved sex.
If so, she would certainly want to feed her nightly consorts stamina-boosting delicacies.
Abalones and oysters.
The ultimate stamina foods.
The men eat them, and then the Queen eats the men who ate the abalones.
"I'm actually a bit afraid that Queen Messalina might start a war for that very reason. ...No, wait."
A terrible thought crossed my mind.
"The Queen wouldn't personally come here and throw a tantrum demanding Penisilin, would she?"
"It's a possibility."
"...Tsk. Then I suppose I should send some to the Kingdom, whether as a tribute or whatever."
If I could stop a war by sending Penisilin?
If I could prevent the Kingdom from invading?
Then what about the Empire?
"The Kingdom is one thing, but would the Empire really start a war because they want abalones too?"
"The Empire is a mass of pride. They would start a war just because their pride is wounded by the fact that a territorial dispute exists over something so trivial."
"Tsk."
A mass of obscenity clashing with a mass of pride. A war was inevitable.
This era really isn't normal.
An era where Lords, Kings, and Emperors hold all the power.
If I said right now that I wanted to crush the neighboring Sirjosia territory, a territorial war would break out instantly.
Setting aside the issue of morale based on justification, the power of a noble like a Lord was that absolute.
Especially the power of Fermaton.
"Charlotte. You know as well as I do that it's not time for us to start a war yet, right?"
"Yes. Neither I nor you, Young Lord, have many soldiers suited for fighting 'people'."
Our numbers were still far too low.
"Then we'll have to increase the number of slaves. As many as possible."
"How many are you planning to add? Are you perhaps going to take Succubi regardless of whether they are virgins or non-virgins...?"
"That is absolutely out of the question. Any Succubus under my command must be a virgin."
It wasn't a matter of efficiency.
It wasn't an emotional issue.
"A non-virgin Succubus might fall for a user of the Dream Factory and start devouring people. That would ruin my plan to gradually utilize magical creatures."
It was a matter of safety.
"Whew. It's complicated."
I had obtained the Mythstone.
Just figuring out how to use it was a headache enough, but the continental situation wouldn't leave me in peace either.
"Fine. In times like this, there's one foolproof method."
"What is it?"
"Sex."
"......."
Charlotte’s eyes turned cold and sunken.
I knew exactly what she was thinking with that look, but I was a man who gained new ideas through sex.
"I'm not joking. Do you know how clear your thoughts become after you blow a load?"
To be precise, it's during 'Post-Coital Tristesse' that the brain works most furiously and can make the most intellectual judgments.
"You should know by now how I handle Fermaton's affairs."
"Seeing as you handle everything with sex, I suppose..."
"Just wait a bit. I'll go blow a load and come back."
"Wait a moment."
Charlotte stood up, then looked up at me hesitantly.
"...There's no time to call someone else right now, so let's settle this quickly."
"Huh?"
"I will help you."
No way.
Finally...?
"You want to have sex?"
"Not sex. I'll just help you finish. It's not like my virginity will wear away from doing that."
Oh.
Oh-ho!
Well done, Ruji Fermaton.
The glorious day of having sex with Charlotte was finally arriving.
I had made sexual passes at her so many times, but I never imagined that obtaining a Mythstone would lead to sexual contact with her as well.
"Great. So, how are we going to do this?"
"Just sit still. I am an efficient woman."
Charlotte stood up from the sofa, stepped onto the tea table, and perched herself on the edge.
Slide.
"Are you...?"
"Excuse me."
Charlotte extended her leg forward and, using only her toes, stripped my pants off in an instant.
"I'm quite skilled with my feet, Young Lord."