So Do It With Me Too

The night in Belheim reeked of a foul stench that mixed the smell of rotting meat with garbage.

I opened the door to the tavern called the Bloodstained Pig, located on the outskirts of the city, along with Isilia.

Creeeeak—

"Welcome."

"Table for two."

The sharp odor of strong liquor hung over every table.

The customers all looked like mercenaries, smugglers, or slave traders dealing in human trafficking.

"Let's dig for information here. A dive like this, where all the bottom-feeders gather, is perfect for finding out where the slave market is."

I lowered my voice and spoke to Isilia.

She sat down while suppressing her obvious displeasure, but the elegance radiating from her noble bloodline was impossible to hide.

The starving, wolf-like gazes around us openly raked over her curvaceous figure, gleaming with lust.

After taking a sip of the sour beer the server brought, I casually tossed a question at the loud drunk at the next table.

"The atmosphere feels pretty grim. I saw beastmen walking around with collars on the streets."

"Wasn't slavery supposed to have been abolished a long time ago?"

The man drained his glass, his lips wet with cheap booze.

"Haha, you some clueless outsider who doesn't know how the world works?"

"Belheim's got a new set of laws now. The nobles and big merchant guilds are backing it, so the underground market is thriving again."

"Especially elves or high-blooded beastmen. They say the price is whatever the buyer wants to pay."

At that moment, a slurred voice cut in from the table across the way.

"Hey, look at that blonde elf! Never seen top-grade merchandise like that before."

"Look at that pale skin. Hey buddy, you selling her? I'll throw in seven hundred gold."

"Or just rent her out for an hour at night. Gahaha!"

My fist tightened on its own.

Isilia's face turned deathly pale, and she trembled faintly with humiliation.

She desperately clutched the end of my sleeve.

"...These fucking pieces of trash."

"Aren, just endure it... I'm fine."

She forced a smile, but the patience ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside me had already snapped.

I stood up from my seat.

"Shut your filthy mouths. Don't talk shit about my wife."

"Say one more word and I'll rip out your tongue and hang it on the door."

For a moment, the entire tavern fell silent as if doused with cold water.

But the silence didn't last long.

"Wife? Bwahahaha! A beggar wearing a crown and pretending to be king!"

"A lowest-class mercenary punk calling an elf his wife?"

"Idiot. A treasure like that already has an owner!"

Mocking laughter erupted.

"Wait... Aren!"

Before Isilia could finish speaking, my sword had already drawn its arc.

Slash—!

Blood sprayed from the neck of the drunk man who had been cackling.

The metallic stench of blood filled the air.

"Kyaaaaa! Murder!"

"He's crazy! Everyone run!"

Inside the tavern that had turned into complete chaos, I swung my blade with cold indifference.

The lips that had mocked us rolled across the floor along with their screams.

A short while later, only rough breathing and the sound of blood soaking the floor remained in the shop.

"Let's go, Isilia."

She had been looking at me with worried eyes, but soon closed her mouth as if realizing something.

"Thanks for worrying about me."

"It's nothing."

If I hadn't stepped in, Isilia probably would have been the one to slaughter everyone here first.

Thanks to my memories from my past life, I instinctively sensed her killing intent and acted first.

Using the map we took from the tavern owner's corpse, we headed toward an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts.

The access pass we'd taken from Volak glinted under the moonlight.

The underground entrance reeked of damp, nauseating stench.

The further we descended the stairs, the more the sounds of scraping chains, moans, and sharp whip cracks assaulted our ears.

The burly guard at the entrance checked our pass and narrowed his eyes.

'This is...! Lord Volak's pass...'

'I need to report this to Lord Shadow...'

The guard's eyebrows twitched slightly as he spoke.

"Please, go inside."

Rumble—

Clank—

The iron door opened, and as we stepped through, the underground slave market was revealed. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ The scene beyond the iron door was hell itself.

Inside iron cages, all kinds of different races were trapped like animals.

An elf torn to a bloody pulp by whips, a young rabbit beastman with a broken leg...

"Aren... this is..."

Isilia covered her mouth in shock.

"These crazy bastards."

It was so grotesque and filthy it made me want to vomit.

We walked toward the area where loud noise echoed.

With every step, the slaves locked in the iron cages kept glancing at us furtively.

In the center of the auction hall, a slave auction was in full swing.

"Next! Twenty-year-old cat beastman, virgin! Starting bid, six hundred gold!"

The terrified girl's sobs were drowned out by the auctioneer's whip cracks.

In the stands, men drooled as they raised the bids.

"Eight hundred fifty gold!"

"Nine hundred gold! I want to taste her tonight!"

"Then I'll go a thousand gold!! She's just become an adult, so..."

At that moment, one of the spectators saw my access pass and screamed.

"That pass... it's Volak's! Who the hell are you?!"

"What? The bastard Lord Shadow has been looking for just walked right in!"

The encirclement closed in instantly.

Twelve armed guards charged at us with blades raised.

"He's the one who killed Volak! Get him! Kill him!"

The surroundings descended into chaos in the blink of an eye.

"Take the elf bitch and kill the man!"

I drew my sword and laughed coldly.

"I'll send you all to join that pig bastard."

The battle was completely one-sided.

Isilia summoned plant vines to bind their limbs, and I sliced through their defenseless necks.

"Urk... an elf, of all things."

"This grass isn't cutting at all?"

One of them thrust a spear at my back.

"Aren!"

Isilia shouted and activated her magic.

Vines wrapped around the spear and lifted the guard into the air.

Her eyes burned with rage.

"How dare you... touch my husband?"

The underground space shook from Isilia's fury-filled magic.

As the iron cages shattered, the freed slaves screamed and fled. The market instantly turned into pandemonium.

"The cages...!"

"R-run!"

"Thank you! Thank you!!"

"Run!!!"

We killed every guard who charged at us and captured all the people who had been using the slave market.

But the real boss, Shadow, had already vanished through a secret passage.

********

He ground his teeth as he escaped through the secret passage.

"These bastards dare ruin our business? I'll kill them."

"I will definitely kill them all."

"Haa... Looks like we'll have to restart the business in another city."

"I need to contact them."

Panting heavily, he fled the slave market and began climbing the mountain.

"Without fail..."

********

The moment I smashed the last iron cage, I turned at the familiar voice coming from behind.

"Master...!!"

A woman with short black-and-grey striped hair, blue eyes, wolf ears and tail, and healthy brown skin was running toward me.

She was still bound in chains.

"Oh, right."

Crack—

When she put strength into her hands, the chains binding her wrists shattered and fell away.

"Wh-what...?"

She leaped powerfully and threw herself into my arms.

"Aren! Master!!! I missed you!! I really, really missed you!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips without hesitation.

It was a wild, scorching kiss. Her tail wagged rapidly, expressing her joy.

"Mmph...!"

Isilia's eyes widened at the sight.

Her pointed ears trembled violently.

"...Aren! Who is that woman!?"

She glanced at Isilia, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then rubbed her face against my chest and said,

"Master... I can smell that pointy-eared woman's scent on you..."

After calming her down, I looked back and forth between the two.

"...Let's clean this place up first, then head back to the inn."

********

That night back at the inn, the air was thick with strange tension.

"So, Kaina... you and Aren were married in your past life...?"

Isilia asked in a trembling voice.

Kaina nodded confidently.

Isilia looked at me in confusion.

But I was far more confused than she was.

"That's right! I wanted a man stronger than me, and the only man who ever made me submit was Aren!"

"Aren... you need to explain this."

Kaina had desired to marry the strongest man in the world, but there wasn't a single man who could defeat her.

However, during the tournament to decide the world's strongest, I defeated Kaina, she fell in love, and we got married...

"No, wait, something feels off here."

"What's off about it, Master!"

"I was married to Isilia in my past life..."

"Aren, I didn't think you were like this..."

While soothing Isilia, who was glaring at me, I continued listening to Kaina's story and noticed something strange.

"Wait... you said a dark mage also participated in that tournament?"

"That's right! Is there a problem?"

Kaina continued speaking as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Master, during the fight with the dark mage..."

I had definitely killed all the dark mages in my past life, so what was this about a tournament? And that I fought one there?

Kaina and Isilia began exchanging stories about the version of me they each knew, and soon reached a conclusion.

"Then Aren is..."

"Then Master is..."

"A womanizer!!"

"A womanizer..."

"No, the conclusion is weird."

This was the conclusion.

The me who married Isilia.

The me who married Kaina.

They were the same yet different people.

To be precise, there was the past-life me who married Isilia, the past-life me who married Kaina, and the current me.

In the world where I married Isilia, the dark mages tried to destroy the world. In the world where I married Kaina, the dark mages didn't do anything like that and instead left behind many achievements.

********

"So, about that, Kaina..."

"What is it, Master?"

"Why does it turn out like this?"

Kaina pushed me down onto the bed and slowly ran her hands over my body.

"If mixing bodies with the pointy-eared one brought your memories back, then you have to do it with me too. That's the only way you'll regain the power from your past life."

"So do it with me too."

"Then memories. Come back."

"Wait, Kaina! Aren is mine!"

"He's mine..."

Her body heat and scent stirred me.

Kaina whispered into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my ear.

"Master... hurry. I'm... in heat."

Kaina instinctively spread her legs and pulled me in.

Sluuuuurp—

It was over in an instant.

Kaina's pussy was hot and soaking wet.

"Hngh... haah...!"

She moved her hips violently like a beast.

Every time Kaina's waist moved, her full breasts bounced up and down.

"Haah...! So good... harder!"

At that moment, Isilia, who had been standing beside us, threw off her clothes as if she couldn't lose.

"Me... me too... put it in me."

"Aren is Kaina's husband, but... he's my husband too!"

Kaina moved fiercely on top while sharing a passionate kiss with Isilia.

"Haa... don't touch my tail, don't touch my tail...!"

"Master... I'm coming! Uuuugh!"

With a wet squelch, Kaina twitched violently.

"Aren... you can keep going, right?"

Isilia smiled and climbed on top of me.

"Hngh..."

The moans of the two women filled the room.

Kaina's beast-like movements mixed with Isilia's soft, tender caresses.

The moment I reached my climax as well, a new power seeped into my body.

Letters began appearing in my mind.

Kaina and Isilia, drenched in sweat, buried their faces in my chest and whispered.

"Master... do it one more time..."

Isilia looked at Kaina with jealous eyes and spoke.

"Me... me too!"

The night was still long.