The Hero Obtained His Dedicated Sword
"Gotcha!"
I grabbed Katrin by the scruff of the neck as she peeped through the window into the room. Karen's condition looked off after our sex, so I'd been keeping watch over her. That's when I noticed Marian's soul projection repeatedly glancing out the window, which struck me as odd. Just to be sure, I cracked the door open—and locked eyes with Katrin, her face flushed beet red. Now I had her, scrambling to flee, firmly in my grasp.
"H-heh. S-sorry!"
Hoisted into the air by her collar, Katrin flailed her legs and stammered an apology. Unlike the saintess, who peeped so brazenly, her reaction drew a chuckle from me. "What's up with you here, Katrin?"
"W-well, I finished the sword's blade, but I was wondering if I could maybe take your measurements..."
"Measurements?"
I shot her a baffled look, and her already red face turned an even deeper crimson as she hurriedly explained. "Weapons are like clothes—you need the user's body size to make 'em right. I-I swear, I didn't come here just to peep!"
I stroked my chin at her words, lost in thought for a moment. Come to think of it, in the previous timeline, the Demon King's forces had always treasured the weapons Katrin made. 'Well, let's see what she's got.'
"You already finished the blade?"
"Y-yeah, heating metal's just routine for me anyway."
Her absurdly fast work speed left me staring anew. No wonder she single-handedly armed the entire Demon King army back then.
"Alright then. How do you measure body size?"
"J-just stand still for a sec."
She pulled a measuring tape from her pocket. I hastily dragged her inside—since I still hadn't bothered pulling my pants up properly.
"U-um... is it okay?"
Katrin glanced at Karen, slumped naked over the chair, and asked. Karen looked rough on the surface, but the mana around her felt stabilized, so I nodded slowly.
"Mm."
Tense as could be, Katrin started measuring me up. Her flushed cheeks were downright cute, so I made no move to cover up. She stole glances at my cock but pretended not to notice, diligently taping my body here and there, jotting notes.
'How'd I not notice her, though?'
I tilted my head, watching her work. Even absorbed in sex with Karen, I should've sensed someone spying. Unless Katrin had pro-level stealth training—which she didn't—I should've heard her footsteps clear as day.
'No way...'
As I eyed her suspiciously, I caught her measuring my cock's length.
"Haa..."
Breathing ragged, face flushed, she pressed the tape along my shaft for length, then girth. Her sudden dick-measuring had me laughing in disbelief. Sure, she was a master smith, but cock size affecting sword-making? Hard to buy.
"Why measure that?"
"Ah! W-well, when making a sword, this could be... reference material?"
Her fumbling lie cracked me up—even she seemed to realize how ridiculous it sounded. Instead of answering, I tugged my pants up. Katrin shot my crotch a disappointed glance.
"That it, then?"
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah."
She snapped back to reality. Whatever was on her mind, she pocketed her tape and notebook, then fixed me with a serious look. "I'll make it as fast as I can."
"Yeah? Please do."
No telling when Bahamons might show, so sooner the better. Wouldn't want to face him swinging an axe for real. Katrin nodded vigorously and waddled out.
"Gone. Wake up, Karen."
Once she was clear, I called to Karen, still sprawled nude on the chair. Her steady breathing meant she was back to herself.
"Ah... got it."
She jolted at my voice, scrambling off the chair toward her discarded clothes. Hiding in the corner, back turned as she dressed—she'd finally grasped the shame of it all. Watching her confirmed my hearing was fine. Katrin's stealth wasn't my issue; she just had some freakish trait.
'I have my suspicions...'
I had a rough idea of her secret but no proof yet. Figured it'd come up soon enough. For now, I lounged, admiring Karen's pert white ass clinging to her waist—nice view.
* * *
"That damn lich. Why hasn't he shown yet?"
"Beats me."
I replied flatly to James's grim face. Bahamons's no-sex edict had the dwarves riled—they were geared for war, dubbed a holy crusade. Their frenzy shocked even me; the city transformed daily. Weapons gleamed from endless polishing, gates reinforced, upper holes drilled to turn it into an impregnable fortress.
But the culprit? No sign of Bahamons.
"Think that bastard saw our mighty city and chickened out?"
"Nah."
James sounded hopeful, but I couldn't agree. Bahamons, scared? No shot. Still, his game was a mystery to me too.
"Th-there you are."
Katrin found us mid-banter, clearly having searched high and low. James scowled like he'd seen something nasty, but I smiled warmly. "What's up, Katrin?"
"The weapon's done."
"For real?"
I gawked. I knew her speed was nuts, but it'd been just a week since measurements. Karen had vanished daily to adjust to her changed body, leaving me stuck with James's lame jokes.
'Dwarf girls did hit on me, though.'
Even cock-addicted as I was, normal dwarf women? No dice.
"Hurry, I'll show you."
"Mm."
I half-wondered if it'd be half-assed, but the city's upgrades in a week convinced me to follow. In her tucked-away workshop, she handed me a cloth-wrapped longsword. Weapon-hungry, I unwrapped it fast.
'Holy shit.'
Grabbing it, I got why she'd measured me. Grip to tip—perfect fit, comfy beyond dreams. Like gaining a new arm.
"H-how is it? Like the sword?"
Tense, she asked. I nodded easily. "Yeah. Beyond expectations—a true masterpiece."
"Phew. Good."
She sighed in relief, hand on chest. I grinned, finally understanding why Demon King goons cherished her blades.
'Huh. But what's this?'