"Woman, what the hell do you think you're doing!"
"You're so annoying, kid! You're always hanging around Eugene, I never liked you!"
Hi, Eugene.
At that moment, a hellish scene unfolds before my eyes.
Ursuna and Irene are fighting over me, but it's not a calm fight like I imagined, where they exchange slaps and insults. They fight with all their strength, with punches and kicks aimed at the face and stomach. Their fight has the atmosphere of a fighting manga. If they hadn't been left with their weapons, they could have pulled out real swords and killed each other.
That's strange, just a moment ago we were in the world of a romantic comedy manga for girls, so when did we suddenly move to the world of a fighting manga for boys?
One thing I've learned is that the mentality of women in this world is almost identical to that of men. I thought that only their sexual desires were on par with men's, but their fighting instincts are too strong. It seems that they forced men to be househusbands and kept them away from wars, so I guess that's why the culture has become so warlike.
"I'll kill you!"
"Shut up!!"
No, they're hitting each other with incredible force. Even modern professional fighters can't do this. A fight between people powered by magical power is incredible. I was going to explain it in detail, but I'm not an expert in martial arts, so I'll refrain. At this moment, Irene, who is trying to break Ursuna's legs, and Ursuna, who is trying to strangle Irene, are at a stalemate, and seeing that there is no way to break free, they both jump back.
"But you're still keeping up with me..."
"I thought you were just a brat, but it seems I don't need to hold back..."
Suddenly, she started talking as if she were in a real fighting manga. What world are these two fighting in?
Elite adventurers with magical powers use their magic to enhance their physical abilities, so an ordinary person like me couldn't keep up with them. I trained quite well in my original world, but even so, I had a hard time fighting a horned rabbit. If a fight between two people strong enough to easily kill each other would be like a battle between martial arts masters, I guess.
"Oh no, we've finally come to this."
Hearing the commotion, some adventurers approached and began watching Ursuna and Irene fight.
"Should I stop them?"
"Anyway, we'll probably be discovered sooner or later, so we'd better place our bets quickly."
"Up?"
I nodded at the Leader's words.
They seem to be exuding a murderous aura that won't stop until one of them breaks a bone in their limbs, but I wonder if this will really end properly.
"Maybe you should try to stop it? Then."
"Mmm."
Okay, let's do this.
"Stop! Don't fight over me!"
Then Irene and Ursuna looked at me,
"Wait, Yuji! I'll finish off this despicable woman!"
"Eugene, once I've taught this brat a lesson, we can continue on with this in silence!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!"
Inspired by my voice, the two women resumed their fight with even more vigor.
"It seems like it's useless."
"I agree."
The leader was eating cakes while watching the fight. He gave me one, so I gratefully accepted it and put it in my mouth. Ah, a financier! It had a delicious buttery taste and was very rich. It was the same one we were served for dessert at dinner.
These fights over men are often pointless, because whether you win or lose, the man has already decided which woman he is going to choose. Have you found an answer yet?
"No, nothing in particular."
"So you don't like either of them?"
"That's why... They are both different types, but they are both cute and I like them."
Ursuna is a kind-hearted friend with an attractive face, beautiful silky blonde hair hidden under her scarf, and exquisitely shaped breasts. She is a beautiful woman who makes you happy just looking at her. I get the feeling that her emotions are a little heavy, but if you interpret that as the depth of her love, it's a good thing. She is also a knowledgeable person with keen intuition and quick responses, so she is a lot of fun to talk to. Even if you can't become her lover, she is the kind of girl you would want as a friend.
Irene has the appearance of a mischievous little animal, with the face of a beautiful young girl. She is petite, but she has slender limbs and is an athletic girl. Her red hair gives off a refreshing citrus scent. Her breasts are small, but she has a promising future, and when you tease her, she has a cute and very funny reaction. When I hug her from behind and stroke her head, she resists and struggles at first, but then she relaxes and becomes soft and limp, which is really adorable. The body odor emanating from her neck is also, in a way, very relaxing.
Furthermore, I like how her values are similar to those of the girls in my world. She is an unusual presence that gives us a sense of normality in this crazy and distorted world of chastity.
Let me explain!
It's not that Irene has values similar to those of modern girls, but her tsundere, cheeky behavior and shota style make her seem like a normal girl in Yuuji's eyes.
"If I had to choose one... well, I guess."
I thought for a moment and then opened my mouth.
"The truth is, I want to have a threesome and, if possible, get both of them pregnant."
"This bitch is the worst!"
When the leaders heard what I said, they backed away with looks of astonishment on their faces.
So I was a bitch. I see...
"But in the culture of this country, it's normal for several women to share one man, so shouldn't perverted men be welcome?"
"That's true, but when a man suddenly reveals his sexual desires on the same level as a woman's and starts saying he wants to impregnate several women, it's a little creepy."
"But isn't it normal in this country for men to impregnate several women?"
"Yes, that's true, but... well, you know, the initiative..."
Hmm? I don't understand. It's difficult.
I thought it was a culture full of harems, but apparently that's not the case.
Let me explain!
"Both men are my type, so I want to marry them both at the same time, have lots of children every year, and raise them together as a family of three." I feel like this slut who said this is discouraging me! Most men like lewd women, but they shy away from women who are so lewd that they overwhelm them. ≫
...Ah, I see.
In our world, when a woman has several men as servants, it's called a reverse harem. But in this world, chastity is reversed, so if a man has several women as servants, it becomes a reverse harem. I'm back to square one, but since men don't take the initiative in married life, it seems like an abnormal relationship in this world.
In this world, a typical harem would be one where a woman marries many men, like the count. Hmm, that's deep.
While I was thinking about this, the fight between Ursuna and Irene continued. Although it was too bloody to be called such.
I've realized one thing: I don't like them fighting over me... If anything, I wish they would stop fighting, and I like both of them, so I don't want to see them hurt. I would be much happier if they flattered me and gave me fruit instead of fighting. Why can't we get along...!
Guys, stop it! This is the Count's mansion! What kind of idiot would start a fight in someone else's house!
Deabolica finally arrives and forcibly separates the two to remedy the situation.
Covered in bruises, Ursuna and Irene made threatening sounds with their throats, trying to control themselves. Aren't they adorable? Those beasts are potential girlfriends for me.
Still, it's impressive that she threw herself into that life-and-death battle. As I was thinking this, Deabolica looked at me.
"You too, why didn't you stop them?"
"No, there's no way a weak man like me could do anything about it."
"You always try to play weak at times like this... What a lazy person."
It seems that Deabolica has the mistaken idea that I'm really strong. Is it because I used my healing powers on a lot of people and almost became the main figure in a coup d'état? She seems to think that I'm hiding my true abilities by playing dumb, but in reality, I'm the weakest adventurer. Uuuuuuuu! I'll die if I'm hit by a single stun gun!
Hmm? Ah... I see, I should have set the magical power of those two to 1. I have trouble remembering the skills I just acquired. Come to think of it...
"Oh dear, the show is over."
The Count approached, slapping his palm with his fan and making a loud noise. He arrived at almost the same time as Deabolica, so perhaps he had been negotiating a deal.
Deabolica dropped to the floor, almost rubbing his hands together, and with a fawning smile on his face, he began to sweat coldly.
"Count, I apologize. The adventurers who accompanied me were rude... After all, adventurers are impulsive creatures, and for us commoners, this is also an advantage in battle. Please forgive us for leaving the garden in such a mess..."
"Well, it's okay. Even in my house, knights and mercenaries fight each other. Being impulsive is useful in actual combat.
"We appreciate your understanding and are truly grateful."
Well, end with, "It's good to have energy! Ha ha ha!"
The count is also quite generous.
As I was thinking that, the count turned his gaze toward me.
Santo, would you mind having a drink with me? I was talking about numbers with Miss Deabolica, so I'm wide awake and can't fall asleep. Tell me some stories from the East.
"......"
When I turned my gaze to Deabolica to ask for her opinion, she twisted her mouth and narrowed her eyes.
What's that face?
Don't expect me to read expressions like that, I no longer have empathy.
...Ah, does that mean she'll leave it to me? She really wants to refuse, but after Ursuna and Irene just had a fight, she can't refuse, so she has a bitter expression on her face.
Well, if that's an apology for the inconvenience, then I guess it can't be helped...
"All right, I'll treat you."
Great! I have some special champagne for you. Come with me.
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The count himself poured the amber liquid into a glass and handed it to me.
I thought there would be a waiter, but it was just the count and me in the reception room, so it was a completely private drinking session.
I wondered if I should offer a toast in return, but the count poured himself some brandy. Hmm, I have no idea how to do that, so I'll leave it to him.
The count rested his palm on the bottom of the glass, holding it as if he wanted to warm it all up with the heat of his hand. I did the same and raised my glass.
"To today's good meeting."
He clinks his glass with the Count's and then takes a sip of brandy.
Mmm, delicious. I've never tried brandy before, but it's as strong as whiskey, and as soon as I put it in my mouth, it feels like it's burning my mouth. And yet, the aroma is more intense than that of whiskey, and as it passes through the nose, it spreads throughout the nasal cavity along with the somewhat chemical smell of alcohol.
"This is delicious."
It's true. It's a top-quality product, commissioned from Sharsmel. His Majesty the King is also a great fan, so it would be disrespectful to His Majesty to say that it tastes bad.
Saying this, the Count laughed good-naturedly.
His attitude was no longer that of a sharp-tongued man. Syphilis must have been depressing him.
Looking at her face again, her narrow, piercing eyes give a rather harsh impression, but overall I think she falls into the category of beauty. Specifically, her face is one of those that, in her teens, was called the 'young villainess'. She is a little emaciated from her long struggle with the disease, but she is in her thirties and in the prime of her life, so I am sure she will regain her former splendor.
Above all, she is in a good mood and laughing at the moment, so there is no chance that she will suddenly use the angry word and cut off my head.
I had heard that it was considered polite to remain silent at dinner among the upper class, but that doesn't seem to be the case when alcohol is involved.
Well, that's true about food, but it's suffocating that even at parties we are required to remain silent. The whole country has converted to Protestantism, and although it is no longer necessary to donate to the church, the stricter factions continue to harass us: no entertainment, no alcohol, no sumptuous meals, and no harvest celebrations either. Humans are not golems; we cannot just read the Bible and pray day and night. ... Tell me, Saint, aren't you one of those from the strict faction?
It seems that everyone in this world believes in the same God. However, a few decades ago, tired of the greedy church, people formed a new religion. The strict faction became the mainstream of that reform, and they preach absolute poverty, perhaps in response to their resentment toward the Old Church, which had become materialistic and corrupt.
To be honest, I don't want to get involved in disputes between factions.
No. I follow the Protestant religion, but I don't belong to any particular denomination.
I suppose so. You seem to handle alcohol quite well too. You're too good for those strict, stuffy people.
The count laughed and poured me another glass of brandy.
I rinsed my mouth with the drink and drank it gratefully. Mmm, this aroma is simply irresistible.
What kind of alcohol does the saint have in his country? Is there no country without alcohol?
"That's right. In my village, we used to drink sake."
There is something common in fantasy worlds: an island nation that resembles Japan in the far east. It probably exists in this world as well.
When ash is added to fermented rice sake, it absorbs the impurities and settles to the bottom, transforming it into clear sake. Its appearance is beautiful, like pure water, and its taste is fresh and smooth, very easy to drink.
"I see... By 'rice' you mean that white grain that accompanied the meal, right?" he asked in amazement. "It's amazing that alcohol can be produced from something so everyday. I'd like to try it someday. So tell me... between that sake and this brandy, which do you consider better?"
Hmm, that's a difficult question... Well, all alcohol has its advantages and is delicious. But speaking from a purely personal point of view...
"I like aromatic alcohol, so maybe this brandy?"
"Hahaha, compliments are nice... No, you're not the type of person who can be flattered."
Hi, I'm a transfer student who is so inconsiderate and mentally broken that I can't even give a compliment.
The Count poured the amber liquid into his glass and gazed into the distance.
"I never thought there would be someone like you in this world... You're not really an angel from heaven, are you?"
"Not at all. I'm just an ordinary person."
But I'm from another world.
"Well, I suppose so. If you were a real angel from heaven, you'd rather eliminate the nobles than save them. Our blood is the crystallization of sin, after all."
Eh, you go that far? It's true that nobles do very dirty things. I wonder if this person really hates nobles. But even so, I feel like he's been acting quite condescendingly toward those who aren't nobles.
I must have looked pretty strange.
The count shook his head and laughed softly.
"Well, you, a saint, probably wouldn't understand, especially if you're Eastern.
"Yes."
"By the way, is it true that Easterners can't use magic?
Well... I wonder?
I tilted my head. I'm not Asian in this world.
"Maybe there are people who can use it? I've never seen it."
The strategy is to avoid the question by simply saying "I don't know anything about that" in a casual manner!
Then the count fixed his gaze on my face.
"What about you, Santo? Don't you know how to use magic?"
"Uh... well, I can't use it."
There's no point in lying, so I'll tell him the truth.
"I see..."
The count put his glass down on the table and stood up.
Then he sat down on the same sofa as me and moved closer to me. Huh?
When I slid my hips to one side, the count moved in the same direction, closing the distance between us.
"Eh...?"
"Santo, the true duty of a woman born into a noble family is to ensure the continuation of the bloodline.
Sure, we're expected to govern the people, pay taxes to the king, and even go to war to expand the territory. But deep down, none of that matters.
Our role is to give birth to children with even stronger magical power, raise them, and allow them to inherit the family bloodline. Ultimately, that's what the nobility exists for.
In the end, we are nothing more than slaves to a faceless monster: our own lineage.
"Yes."
The count took my left hand and placed it on his stomach.
Somehow, I felt more comfortable there than with any woman I had ever met.
—The demon that dwells within me is always furious. It demands stronger offspring, a purer essence. For a noble woman, her womb is her home... and also her prison. She cannot help but yearn to produce a child more powerful than the last.
Every time I give birth, the voice whispers, "Well done. Now conceive an even better one."
I too have answered that call. Since I was fourteen, my life has been an endless cycle of pregnancies.
"......"
The Count let go of my hand and began to caress my knee. Feeling the stimulation through the thin fabric, I grimaced.
I have already given birth to twenty children... and yet it is still not enough. The fever does not end. I continue to desire to bring into the world offspring with stronger powers, with even purer bloodlines. How long can my body endure? To be honest... I am afraid.
My husband is not enough for me. Not even the concubines can satisfy this hunger. I have sunk so low that I have taken maids, gardeners, cooks... any man I could catch. And yet, the fever only grows.
In the end, they tried to stop me: they poisoned me with a simple travel plum. I even infected my own family before learning my lesson... although, in reality, I never learned it.
That's why, Santo... I thought of you.
The Count brought his face close and sucked my earlobe with his shiny red lips.
If only I could conceive the seed of a man without any evil, perhaps the flames of hell in this womb would cease. So, saint, I beg you, give me your seed. With your holy seed, extinguish the flames of my lust.