Chapter 142: The Moving Guard (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 142: The Moving Guard (5)
Even if you wring the rooster’s neck, dawn still comes. It was a famous saying I’d heard quoted countless times back in reality. Now, I was experiencing it firsthand.
—Cluck... Ack!
It wasn't even light out yet, so why was I hearing the sound of a chicken being slaughtered? As usual, I reached out to push away the woman clinging to me, but there was no one there.
It felt a bit strange. Come to think of it, how long had it been since I’d woken up alone? Ever since I was possessed into this world, I’d been living glued to women like Iruna, so I couldn't even remember.
I wondered where everyone was. I threw on the pajamas Iruna had bought for me yesterday and stepped outside, greeted by the pleasantly cool dawn air.
Where could those women be? Had they picked out their rooms while I was asleep? I searched every room on the second floor, but they were all empty. When I headed down to the first floor, I ran into Iruna, who was holding a chicken larger than both her breasts combined.
"Good morning, Oppa. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah. But what's with the chicken?"
"It seems it made a nest here while the house was empty. Serika-nim found its burrow while she was planting things in the garden and caught it for us."
"Isn't that a monster?"
It wasn't like I knew every monster in this eroge world. To begin with, there were only two types of eroge monsters I cared about: those that fuck, and those that get fucked.
Naturally, I didn't recognize such a trivial creature.
"So there are things even you don't know, Oppa. No, it’s not a monster. It’s a Big-Leg, raised for its meat. They have a habit of digging holes for nests, so it must have been hiding in the garden."
"Ah, I see."
"They’re quite expensive because of their size and the quality of their meat. Back in my hometown, only the village chief or the mill owner could afford to raise them. You can look forward to breakfast this morning."
"Want me to help you prep it?"
"It's okay. Since you're the one eating it, I want to make it with my own hands."
"Then I'll look forward to it."
"Yes!"
As an excited Iruna headed into the kitchen, Cathy came running up at full speed.
"Iruna-nyan! Iruna-nyan! It’s a jackpot-nyan! There were eggs in the burrow too-nyan! We can make fried eggs with... Oh, Sma-ya, you're up-nyan?"
"Were you in the garden too?"
"That’s right-nyan. Kind Mehya-nyan said she’d help build my house, so I was helping-nyan."
"Your house?"
Why was she talking about a house when she could just use any empty room in the mansion? Had her brain gone soft from too many orgasms?
"You can't look yet-nyan! I have to go make Big-Leg fried eggs, so go watch them out there-nyan!"
Cathy clutched an egg the size of Serika’s breast to her chest and dashed into the kitchen. Just what on earth was happening in the garden?
I found out the moment I stepped outside. The overgrown weeds that had been left neglected were all gone. The trees that had been sparsely scattered—after the previous owner had dug up all the good-looking garden trees—had also been cut down to their stumps.
"Ha-at!"
Serika let out a kiai and swung her sword, her Aura billowing out. The last tree fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Captain. While you're at it, could you hollow out the inside too?"
"You work me too hard. Can you not do it yourself? I wish to plant the seeds quickly."
"I can't use Aura, you know. And Cathy ran off to make fried eggs even though this is supposed to be her house. I really can't understand cat beastkin."
"Sigh... Fine, then—hm? Oh! Sma, you have come!"
Serika welcomed me enthusiastically. For some reason, I had a bad feeling.
"You woke up at the perfect time. We're building a house for Cathy; care to help?"
"Can you explain that first? What's this about Cathy's house, and why does the garden look like this? Oh, I already saw Iruna and Cathy inside."
"I shall explain first. If there are too many weeds, do they not steal the nutrients from the crops? Thus, I was removing them in advance. Thanks to you, my Aura control has improved, so it served as good training."
"I was going to ask the Captain for a spar as part of my morning exercise, but I ended up helping with the work. This is actually pretty good exercise too."
"And Cathy's house?"
"It's a bit hard to explain. We're almost done, though. See for yourself."
Mehya led me to a corner of the garden. There, I saw something that looked like a doghouse.
"A doghouse?"
"No. It's Cathy's house."
"Ah. Now that I look closely, there's a nameplate that says 'Cathy House'."
"Cathy made that herself. It was quite adorable to see her humming while she wrote the letters."
"Hmm..."
It seemed the women had collectively lost their minds from too much sex. This was all because I was too good at it. I should reflect on my actions.
"I know what you're thinking, but that's not it. Apparently, it's a dream for cat beastkin to have their own private space within their lover's home. Honestly, I don't get it either, but I suppose I should just chalk it up to racial differences."
"Ah, so that was it. I thought you both had finally snapped."
"How rude of you. Why would I ever lose my mind?"
"You do it all the time during sex, don't you?"
"Hmph..."
Her face flushing red, Serika swung her sword haphazardly. The stray branches of the fallen tree vanished, leaving behind a log that was easy to carry.
"If you keep teasing me, I shall turn you into something like this log."
"What, you're going to cut off my arms and legs to turn me into a living dildo? Captain, you're truly lewd."
"Even I haven't thought of something like that. I guess the quiet ones really are the worst, right?"
Mehya slyly rubbed her breasts against me. Serika trembled.
"Mehya. A spar. Now."
"You said you were going to plant seeds."
"I shall leave that to Sma. If you look at the flowerbeds at Sma's old place, you would know his level as a farmer is far higher than mine."
That was all thanks to the Status Window, though. Still, I welcomed the task. I wanted to check if things worked the same way here as they did in the flowerbeds.
[Mint Choco Pineapple Herb]
[Growth Rate (1%)]
[Growth speed will increase and the probability of quality improvement will rise due to the influence of fertile soil (tilled with Aura, recently weeded) and ample space.]
It wasn't just the same; it was much better than before. At the last house, the flowerbeds were too cramped to grow anything but small plants, but now that I had a proper garden, I planned to plant all sorts of things.
Since there was a growth acceleration buff, maybe I should grow some fruit trees alongside the potion ingredients. Serika must have had the same idea, as I spotted a few saplings among the seeds.
"Captain."
"Hyah! Did you just call me?"
"Ow! Captain, take it easy on me...!"
Serika was pummeling Mehya with a wooden sword. As expected of the Guard Captain. Even though Mehya was skilled enough to take down dozens of back-alley thugs at once, she was no match for her.
I didn't feel a surge of competitive spirit or anything. Even though I’d learned Aura, I wasn't a battle maniac. I was a sex maniac.
That’s why my cock was twitching. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, their bras were visible, and the lines of their bodies were on full display.
But Serika looked like she was having fun, so I’d hold back on the sex for now. As for Mehya... she was a masochist, so she was probably enjoying it, right?
"Where should I plant these saplings?"
"Wait, hup! I shall tell you once the spar is over!"
"Eek! Did you think I’d just keep taking hits?"
Mehya resisted with all her might. She was fighting quite well in her own right. Even though she lost, I could praise her for putting up a good fight.
"Whew... Sma-ya. Do you wish to go next?"
"Sex?"
"No! A spar! Is that the only thing inside your head?"
"Yes."
When I answered confidently, Serika was rendered speechless. It wasn't like she didn't know, so why act like this now?
"Hmph. Hmmm. Well, it is not that I dislike it—in fact, I would love for you to hold me. However, we have just moved into a new home; should we not prioritize decorating it first?"
"Then, after work?"
"That... is something I desire as well."
"I'm going to punish you tonight for making me wait this morning."
"I want to be punished by my junior too."
"Of course, that includes you, Mehya."
Having reached an agreement, we worked hard on the garden.
"Don't you think we should hire a gardener after all?"
"It is fine. Decorating a garden as I please has been my lifelong wish. I tried to do so back at my family estate, but they would not even let me touch the soil, saying it would degrade my dignity. I am happy right now."
"So you're going to manage this huge garden all by yourself?"
"Will you all not help me?"
"If it's a request from our cute Captain, of course we have to help."
"I feel the same as my junior."
"Everyone, come and eat!"
As we chatted amiably, it was suddenly time for breakfast. Since Iruna had been so confident, I wondered what kind of delicious menu she’d prepared.
"Tada! It’s Iruna’s special roasted Big-Leg, breast meat stew, and salad!"
"There’s also the leg-fry Cathy made-nyan!"
Iruna set the table with the tableware she’d bought yesterday. A golden-brown drumstick roasted with herbs was placed in front of me, while the other was distributed among the women.
The stew with finely simmered chicken breast smelled wonderful, but the fried egg sliced like a pizza caught my eye more.
Why was it cut like this?
"Cathy. Why did you cut it this way?"
Mehya asked the question I was curious about.
"In my hometown, close friends share the yolk-nyan! I was so grateful you took me in that I wanted everyone to eat the yolk together-nyan!"
"What a good girl."
"Nyahahaha. It’s been a long time since someone called me a girl-nyan! But I’m at an age where you should call me an adult-nyan!"
"How old are you?"
"I’m a whopping twenty-three-nyan!"
I was surprised once again. To use the word "whopping" for twenty-three. She really was an unpredictable cat.
"Then you're the same age as me?"
"She's older than me."
"Then she's younger than me."
"Then I’ll speak casually to Mehya-nyan and Iruna-nyan! Serika, do you want me to use formal speech-nyan?"
Serika furrowed her brows.
"Just speak as you are now. More importantly, why do you not call me Serika-nyan?"
"Nyah? One must address their elders properly-nyan!"
"But you don't call Sma 'Sma-nyan'."
"One must not address their lover carelessly either-nyan!"
For a set of rules with no basis, she was quite strict about them. After finishing breakfast, we began our commute. Iruna said she’d take a break from hunting to look for furniture and items for the house, and Cathy, seemingly fond of her "doghouse," curled up inside and fell asleep.
"I must head to the city gate, so we must part here."
"Good luck with work. See you this evening."
"Yes. You work hard as well."
I parted ways with Serika, but Mehya showed no sign of leaving.
"Senior, aren't you going to work?"
"Ah, did I not tell you? I'm working with you today."