Human Seedlings
“Master. I’m back... Huh?”
The two freeloaders’ eyes lit up the moment they saw Selena step into the clearing, calling out to me.
“Whoa. You’ve been keeping a girl like that around? You should’ve told your big bro. Master? Master and slave. That kind of play? Heh heh. If she’s a slave, she’s gotta listen to her master’s big brother too, right? C’mon over here.”
The bigger freeloader drooled as he beckoned, his gaze fixed on the beautiful face that even a cheap robe with a hole near the lower belly couldn’t hide.
“Never thought I’d see a girl like that out here. Big bro. Hurry up and finish so you can pass her over.”
The smaller freeloader swallowed hard, already securing his turn next.
Selena, holding a few rabbits that no longer dripped blood as if the bleeding had already been finished, stared with an incredulous look at the two freeloaders who were freely drinking kimchi soup before anyone had even offered the rice cake, and asked,
“What are those?”
I walked toward my greatest spear and shield as I answered.
“A pair of rude assholes.”
Of course my words reached the ears of the two assholes whose eyes were sparkling with lust.
“You little shit. Acting up again just ’cause there’s a woman around. Big bro’ll let it slide once. But not twice. Quit screwing around and bring that bitch over here. I’ll use her for a bit and give her back.”
Hearing the bigger freeloader, Selena frowned and stretched her empty hand forward.
In that instant the bigger freeloader, who had been arrogantly gesturing, started thrashing as he clawed at his throat.
“Ghk?!?!”
“B-Big bro?! Wh-What’s wrong?!”
The smaller freeloader called out in panic at the sight. But the bigger freeloader could only gasp and struggle. A moment later, after scratching his neck until the skin peeled and blood seeped out, the bigger freeloader collapsed.
“B-Big bro? Big bro?”
The smaller freeloader called again to the bigger one who had thrashed alone clawing his throat before collapsing, but there was no way a person already unconscious could answer.
Having neutralized the bigger freeloader with a single gesture, Selena spoke to the smaller freeloader who was shaking the bigger one’s body.
“Get rid of that trash.”
She commanded in a voice colder than anything she had used when warning the herb gatherer Charles they had met on the way to Coen.
“Wh-What did you do to big bro! D-Do you know who we are!”
The smaller freeloader’s shout, having at least realized Selena had done something, carried an unmistakable tremor.
“I don’t know what kind of trash you are, but I do know what will happen if you don’t get rid of that trash right now.”
As Selena aimed an ice spear she had created in an instant, the smaller freeloader startled and dragged the bigger freeloader down from the sleeping bag. Once the smaller freeloader had hauled the limp bigger one out of the clearing, Selena dispersed the ice spear she had been aiming and made a small gesture.
In that moment the smaller freeloader also began clawing at his throat and choking just like the bigger one had.
“Hup!!! Ugh!!!”
Watching Selena deal with the two freeloaders so ridiculously easily, I hurriedly called out.
“W-Wait!”
Selena, who had been watching the smaller freeloader’s face turn pale with indifference, tilted her head at my voice but released the magic.
“Cough! Cough! P-Please spare me! Spare me!”
No. I wasn’t planning to kill them or anything.
Glancing at the smaller freeloader who had suddenly been injected with manners and was bowing so hard his hands became feet, I asked Selena,
“Can you dig some ground with magic?”
“I can dig it, but why? Ah. To bury the trash? That would be more convenient than dragging them to the guard post. They lived like trash, so they should at least become fertilizer.”
Uh. No. I wasn’t going to bury them alive...
As Selena casually said something horrific and started digging the ground with magic, the smaller freeloader began slamming his forehead into the ground as he begged.
“P-Please spare me! I-I’ll live a good life from now on! Please, please just spare me!”
Though I thought the smaller freeloader slamming his head into the ground next to the gradually deepening hole would never turn over a new leaf, I hadn’t intended to kill them, so I said,
“I’m not killing you. I’m not killing you, so quit whining. Before I really bury you alive.”
Hearing me, the smaller freeloader clamped both hands over his mouth, and Selena, who had been digging the hole with magic, asked,
“Huh? Not killing them? Then why dig this?”
I answered Selena, who wore an expression of genuine incomprehension.
“To bury them with just their heads sticking out.”
“Why go through that trouble...?”
Well. Because it reminded me of what I did in Hillsbrad...
I couldn’t say it was because it reminded me of the ‘human seedlings’ I had dealt with countless times in the quest The Right Thing while leveling numerous alts in the game I enjoyed before coming to this world, so I made up a plausible excuse.
“Well... to give them a chance to reflect on their wrongs while buried and repent.”
Not that they’d actually repent.
Selena seemed to share my thoughts as she looked at the two freeloaders with a dubious face and said,
“Those trash repenting? I doubt it...”
“I-If you just spare me, I’ll become a truly upright person! Please forgive me just once!”
Sensing he stood on the border between life and death, the smaller freeloader slammed his head again as he pleaded.
“See? Let’s give them one chance. We have to sleep here, and having corpses buried next to us would feel kinda creepy.”
“Hmm... Well. If Master says so...”
Reluctantly agreeing, Selena quickly made two holes.
“What are you doing. Stick him in and get in.”
At my words, the smaller freeloader pushed the bigger freeloader into a hole dug deep enough that only the head would poke out when a person sat. After that he covered the bigger freeloader’s body with the piled dirt around and stamped it down firmly with his feet, then entered the hole next to it, sat down, and started burying himself with the dirt piled outside.
While I was burying the smaller freeloader who was voluntarily covering himself in dirt and packing the earth, the bigger freeloader opened his eyes.
“Wh-What?! Y-You little shit! What the hell are you doing right now!”
The smaller freeloader hurriedly shushed the bigger freeloader who was squawking without grasping the situation, his memories before and after fainting apparently gone.
“B-Big bro! Quiet! Quiet! Mage! An incredible mage! If you want to live, shut up!”
Only then grasping the situation, the bigger freeloader closed his mouth.
Looking down quietly at the two ‘human seedlings’, I realized I needed to block their eyes and ears for tonight. I needed them for the plan, but I couldn’t let them see and hear me enjoying Selena.
I hated camping out, but I had no intention of missing this rare chance for outdoor play, this chance to torment Selena who would be tense about possibly being overheard by others. So I asked Selena, who was diligently deboning with a kitchen knife,
“Is there magic to cover their eyes and ears?”
Selena, who had just torn off a chunk of meat, tilted her head and asked back,
“Huh? That’s something you can only do if you learn mind magic or healing magic? Why?”
She looked at me as if she truly didn’t understand the reason. I said with a sly grin,
“Well. I can’t show them what’s going to happen after dinner.”
Hearing me, a startled Selena dropped the chunk of meat on the ground and cried out,
“Wh-What are you talking about, Master!”
“You know what. What we did last night...”
“S-Stop! Don’t say it! Absolutely not! Absolutely! H-How could we do that o-outside!”
Selena cut off my attempt to explain in detail what ‘what’ was and desperately refused. Of course, the sight of Selena shaking her head with her face dyed bright red from embarrassment only fueled my desire for outdoor play.
“But you’re the one who said I could do as I please, Selena.”
When I swung the all-purpose sword I had used last night as well, Selena, unable to say anything as her pupils trembled, seemed to recall something and urgently cried out,
“M-Master! Th-That’s... i-it hurts. I... yeah. Yesterday that... too much... it hurts. So, yeah? T-Today just...”
All of a sudden now? But... she might have been enduring the pain...
Though it was hard to believe her suddenly complaining of pain after showing no sign of it, I couldn’t rule out the possibility it was true, so I offered a compromise.
“Fine. Then after dinner, let’s check. If it really seems impossible, I’ll hold back on that.”
The expression that had brightened the moment she heard ‘Fine’ darkened rapidly as Selena asked in a trembling voice,
“Huh? H-Hold back on that? Th-Then does that mean you’ll do s-something else?”
Of course. There are so many places to enjoy without using that. Soft and elastic breasts. Moist and slippery mouth. Bouncy and soft butt. Firm and plump thighs.
I nodded as I imagined the endless ways to enjoy Selena’s beautiful body shining under the moonlight—fellatio, paizuri, sumata, and more.
“Yeah. Ah. But I won’t make it hurt, so don’t worry.”
Ah. Come to think of it, we haven’t even kissed yet.
Realizing that even though we’d had sex twice and I’d received fellatio several times, we hadn’t kissed even once, I imagined the feel of those soft lips that had stroked my cock touching my lips, the feel of the tongue that had licked up my cock intertwining with mine...
Hmm. Imagining it like this feels a bit weird... Again.
As I was imagining the feel of those lips that sparkled seductively even without makeup touching mine, the feel of the tongue visible through her slightly parted mouth in surprise intertwining with mine, Selena, realizing she couldn’t break my will, put on a resolute expression and said,
“Then. I’ll go kill those trash.”
Huh? I said cover their eyes and ears?
Since tormenting Selena in a situation where others might overhear was part of the plan from the start, I hurriedly stopped Selena who was going to do ‘the right thing’ to the ‘human seedlings’ and said,
“W-We agreed to give them a chance. Just cover their eyes and ears.”
The ‘human seedlings’ facing the crisis of being logged also urgently cried out.
“P-Please spare us! W-We won’t see or hear anything. We won’t say anything!”
“Th-There’s anesthetic in my backpack. I-I’ll take it and stay like I’m dead, so please spare us!”
“Why do you have that?”
When I asked, finding it absurd that guys who didn’t even carry food had anesthetic, the bigger seedling stammered as he answered,
“Th-Th-When it looks hard to win by force or there are lots of people, we secretly put it in their meals...”
Maybe logging them would be better?