The First City (3) - It's No Big Deal
I'd heard that kind of talk before.
Well, it's no big deal.
Just go over there and cause a scene. If you can kill a noble while you're at it, even better. Or just stir up some trouble and slip away.
While you do that, we'll rob the place.
How about it? Good for you, good for us. Not a bad deal, right?
“That’s the mansion where we’re getting sold? It’s fucking huge, goddamn.”
“Danbi, your mouth is as foul as ever~ But yeah, it really is huge~.”
As we drew closer to the city center, a colossal building came into view through the window. They said the largest structure in the city belonged to the nobility, so this had to be the noble’s mansion. It rose like a towering spire, widening as it climbed upward exactly like something out of an SF film. It reminded me of a carnivorous plant. With a top that massive, how did it not collapse? …This was a super high-tech alien planet born from science fiction, so it probably used some absurd advanced engineering. I had no clue.
“…Hey~. Doesn’t looking at that thing make you think the same thing?”
“Like if you hit the base it would just snap and come crashing down.”
“Exactly~! Danbi and I are so in sync~! This is what they call soulmates?!”
“Get lost! Stop clinging to me, you damn woman!”
Both of them were buzzing with excitement like tourists on a vacation. I, on the other hand, had a mountain of worries and stayed crouched in silence….
“Over there~, Kei~. If you keep pressing against the window like that, it might break~.”
“Haa, haa, haa, haa—did you see that?! Did you see the food cart that just went by?! They were selling some insanely weird-looking fried stuff! I want to try it! Let’s get out! Right now! You bandit bastards, let me ouuuuut~~~~!!!!”
Like that, we completely forgot we were prisoners and squealed with delight as we drank in the sights of the first city.
“Get down, magical girls! Time to eat!”
By the time the sky had turned completely dark, we were finally allowed out of the transport vehicle. Our hands were bound in front of us and heavy restraints weighed down our ankles, making every step a struggle. What stretched out before us was a shabby, run-down street. It looked like there was still some time left before we were handed over.
“Uku kuku. I’ll at least treat you pitiful Earthlings who are about to be sold to that perverted noble to a last supper.”
The short bandit who approached us cackled, then led us into what looked like a dilapidated shop.
“It’s rundown.”
I said exactly what I thought. Danae nodded in agreement.
“The whole street is a bit~.”
…The city looked advanced, but the gap between rich and poor was extreme. The area around the tower presumed to be the noble’s mansion had sleek streets straight out of an SF movie, while the alley we were in now was so broken-down and crumbling it felt like a war zone in the Middle East. The atmosphere was oppressively dark.
“Living as cleanly as we did back home will be impossible~. This is the law-of-the-jungle world of Mekrak, so you never know when slaughter might break out~.”
In places where public order wasn’t maintained, neither cleanliness nor sophistication could survive. Besides, slave traders who captured and sold people roamed the streets openly. Expecting normal decency here was asking too much.
The bandits behind us kept staring with burning eyes, so we hurried inside.
“Whoa….”
“Heh~.”
“Tsk.”
The restaurant was just as rundown and gloomy as the street outside. For an eatery, the filthy interior was shocking on multiple levels.
Still… it’s not like I expected a high-class restaurant.
Anyway, this was our first meal on the planet Mekrak. My heart raced with the same thrill as stepping into a local restaurant for the first time on an overseas trip. Honestly, slightly worn-down places like this had more character! When traveling, old eateries let you taste the real soul of a country far better than fancy ones. Forgetting our situation for a moment, I felt genuinely excited.
As we moved deeper into the shop, the eyes of the customers already inside turned toward us. All sorts of bizarre, inhuman creatures were eating and drinking just like people back on Earth. The bandits split into small groups and sat at separate tables in the messy hall packed with seats. Maybe they were excited because it had been a while since they’d visited a restaurant? I couldn’t tell.
Me, Danae, and Danbi were dragged to a table near the boss. Damn it, I don’t want to share a table with a bastard like him. Not that the other underlings were any better. Whatever. We were prisoners; there was no helping it. When Tutu sat down at the largest round table, I pulled out a nearby chair and sat too. Immediately—
“Why the hell are you sitting there?”
The thug glared at me. I could sit for a second, couldn’t I?! When I looked back, I saw the ugly vice-leader standing right behind the chair I’d taken. Oh come on, had he already claimed it? There were plenty of other seats! Grumbling, I stood up, and the vice-leader immediately dropped into the chair I had warmed with my body heat. Did he really want it that badly?
Then where am I supposed to sit?
Worried the same thing would happen again, I stayed standing. All the other bandits took their seats. When I tried to sit in one of the remaining chairs—
…Where exactly?
There weren’t any left. With six bulky bandits crowded around it, the huge table had no space remaining. Were these assholes kidding me? Were we just decoration?
“There’s no room here, so we’ll go over there?”
I couldn’t even get properly angry. I spoke calmly, took Danbi and Danae by the hand, and tried to head for an empty table in the corner.
“What are you talking about?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve got a seat right there.”
“No, there isn’t. You guys took all the chairs. There’s literally no space left, you bastards.”
“Hah, can’t understand plain speech, can you? Uku kuku.”
Tutu pointed at the floor with his finger. What was on the floor? Just filthy ground that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months.
“Lie down.”
“……What?”
“You’re slaves! Who said you could sit at the table like people?! Lie down on all fours and eat like the bitches you are!”
Should I kill him? How? Gouge out his eyeballs? Rip out the tongue that spat such filth? Slice open his belly and yank out his guts?
“Kei~, just endure it~ Let’s endure~.”
Danae urgently tried to calm me from the side. …Ha, she was right. We were the weak ones here, damn it!
“Fucking bastards.”
“I really want to rip his head off…!”
While Danbi and I cursed under our breath, Danae obediently knelt and lay down as if fawning over them. The chains the bandits held clattered to the floor, and I genuinely felt like a pet.
The bandits happily placed their orders. Soon, a languid-looking server brought plates of food one by one.
“Hey old man, bring some bowls for these slave bastards too~! Meow meow~!”
With a voice I swore I’d heard somewhere before, the order was placed. A little later, a shady-looking middle-aged man set something down in front of us.
It was unmistakably a dog bowl. These rotten bastards!
“Here, eat, slaves. Don’t leave a single scrap. Eat it all with your mouths like dogs. No using your hands.”
He dumped the food into the bowls with wet plops.
“…! ……!!!”
“D-Danbi! Hold it in! Hold it in~~~!”
Danae barely managed to restrain Danbi from exploding. Strangely, having an angry person beside me helped me stay calm.
…At least they didn’t give us literal garbage.
Maybe they still had some conscience thanks to that Moral Code thing. I let out a long sigh, buried my face in the dog bowl like a dog, and began to chew.
…Hmm. I’d expected something completely alien, but while the taste was strange, it wasn’t that different from Earth food.
Still, it’s pretty good.
I kept chewing when—
“Heh heh, are these the boss’s pets?”
“You’ve got some fine bitches there~? How long has it been since I’ve seen women?”
Two ugly men from a nearby table approached. Their faces were flushed from drink and they kept hiccupping. Both wore dirty shirts with matching badges.
That badge… that symbol… I feel like I’ve seen it before.
It was a picture of a snake coiled around a stone.
“(That’s the crest of the noble who bought us. Stay quiet.)”
Danae whispered carefully. Come to think of it, that same symbol had been plastered on the wall of the tall building like a signboard. These guys must be the noble’s underlings.
Both men were drunk, wiggling their fingers as they stared down at us lying on the floor. Their gazes were so disgusting they made my skin crawl.
“…Whatever. Uku kuku.”
Tutu eyed the two men, especially the snake and stone badges, then took a sip of beer and shut his mouth. Taking that as permission, the thugs suddenly grabbed me and Danae by the ass.
“Eek…!”
“W-wait a momeeent…!”
“Heh heh heh… For pets, you’ve got some juicy asses….”
The heavy restraints made it impossible to shake them off. And thanks to the Lewd Body trait, resistance was never an option. Once they realized we couldn’t fight back, their groping grew bolder. They yanked up our ragged clothes, half-stripping us, then shoved their hands inside to knead our breasts.
“H-haa~ Stop…!”
“Whoa… These tits are no joke… So firm and bouncy…!”
The thugs must have been starved for women; their technique was clumsy and far too rough. It actually hurt. Yet my pathetic body reacted mercilessly even to such unskilled hands.
“Hngh… ngh… No… D-don’t touch my nipples… Not so violently…!”
“Hee hee hee, yeah, yeah. So you like it when I touch you here~.”
“N-no I don’t…! This clumsy, stupid groping…!”
They squeezed my breasts like they were trying to wring them dry. Fingers crawled upward, scratching at my areolas and pinching my nipples. They stimulated the milk-leaking tips, then scooped up the magic-power-rich breast milk with their fingers and sucked it down with obvious relish.
“Uwa… This is incredible….”
The drunks had completely lost any self-control. They even forgot they were in the middle of a crowded restaurant. One of them suddenly yanked his pants down!
Oh my god! We were trying to eat here! I was literally in the middle of chewing, you son of a bitch!
“Here. Say ‘ah~.’ Ah~. I’ll feed you something tastier than that dog food~.”
The thug grinned sleazily. Tutu watched with open amusement. My body trembled, unable to reject or push him away.
…Even in this situation, the fact that my body reacted to the smell of cock and went into heat was just pitiful….
Ugh… I guess there’s no choice….
In the end, the thug grabbed my head and I timidly stuck out my tongue toward the cock slapping against my face. There was no choice. I couldn’t resist. …So there was no choice.
That was what I kept telling myself.
Suddenly the room stirred. The drunks, lost in their lust and focused only on shoving their cocks into our mouths, didn’t notice. And I was so distracted by the dick in front of me that I had no idea what was happening.
Until the next moment, when everything exploded.
“……At the dinner table.”
That voice sounded like a grim reaper crawling out of hell. Or like the King of the Underworld rising from the abyss, burning with terrifying rage.
“At the dinner table—moderate your fucking selves, you goddamn bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
CRAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!!
The plate Danbi slammed down with all her strength struck the defenseless thug’s head dead-on while his cock was still out. Unable to withstand the impact, it shattered into countless pieces and exploded outward.