The Knight Order's Dispatch

With heavy footsteps, a lone man walked down the corridor.

Although he himself likely intended to hurry, his progress was slow. With a distinctly rotund belly and a chin so large that it made his neck rather hard to see, even his height was lacking for an adult male.

The aristocracy all felt it was good to eat proper meals every day, but anyone could see that this man had eaten more than his share.

Druid Dean, the castle's Minister of Finance, was a man who carried much on his person. Not just his excess flesh, either. Oh, no. He was a man hiding many dark secrets.

However, there was no evidence for it, nor did he lack money. Having worked his way up through the castle's ranks into a position of import, he spent his days in decadence, leaving his work to his subordinates and lusting after any beautiful woman who caught his eye. The one this man had his eyes on at the moment was his complete opposite.

"Fiana-dono!"

Druid called out to the woman with enough force that spittle flew from his mouth.

As though only just noticing his presence, the woman named Fiana slowly turned around. In truth, she had noticed him well before that, but she didn't think much of Druid and had pretended not to realize he was there until that moment.

She had snow-white hair and red eyes. Her waist-length hair spilled over her breasts from her left shoulder. With her hair and eyes extolling a calm demeanor, the woman's natural aura felt gentle.

She wasn't very tall, not much different from Druid's own height.

Well, Druid did slightly win out in that regard, but for a man who called out to the woman so readily, it may well have been the only thing he won in.

What stood out most about her were the two pointed ears that parted her white hair. Seeing the characteristic elf ears, Druid smiled. Even though he had only walked a short distance, his face was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat that shined in the corridor's light.

"I pray you are in good health today as well, Fiana-dono."

"The same to you… Druid-dono."

Both bowed their heads in a token greeting, but Druid's gaze was not on Fiana's face. It was on her body.

Although Fiana was a knight, she was not wearing her knight's armor that day. Since it was so early in the morning, she had been planning to offer her prayers to Goddess Euswara at the temple.

It wasn't as though she was a pious believer in the goddess, but she didn't see a need to break her lifelong habit of daily prayer.

In contrast to her relatively short height, her breasts propped up her white blouse generously. So abundant that they shook just from walking despite being supported by her underwear, these breasts that so many women envied were the one part of herself Fiana disliked.

Elves were a race that wasn't typically well-padded, yet almost as if to spite that notion, her chest had ripened rather richly. They obstructed her both when she swung her sword and when she trained. They were large enough that she found them a hindrance in fights.

With only the bottom half of her outfit resembling clergy vestments — a long skirt that had a slit up the side — the black knee-socks held up by her garter belt were captivating where they peeked through.

Her very un-elf-like sensual body and calm expression would attract the eyes of even a reluctant man. She herself didn't want anything like that to happen, though.

In defiance of her plentiful breasts and well-shaped bottom, her waist was thin from her training as a knight. While her calm demeanor and body gave a motherly impression, her short height made her seem charming.

The way Druid's gaze fell on her disproportionate chest, it looked as though he wished to lick them.

(… Mou, so gross…)

She wished she could hide her breasts with her arm, but couldn't, since the man outranked her in authority.

Finishing the greeting and straightening up, her expression looked just slightly uncomfortable.

"So, Druid-dono, is there anything you needed to talk with me about on a morning like this?"

"Ooh, there is. It's just that Fiana-dono's beauty was so great, I forgot what I wanted to talk about."

"Fufu, please, you're embarrassing me."

Fiana responded to Druid's pigheaded compliment, hoping all the while that this would end as quickly as possible.

Quite a number of aristocrats who were knights or held other positions of import passed by them, but none of them would interfere with Druid.

Everyone knew all too well what would happen if they became a nuisance to him.

"Excuse me… I'm sorry, but it's almost time for prayer — do you have anything you needed to tell me?"

"Hoh, is it already that time? Time truly does fly when one is in the company of a beautiful woman."

"Thank you… for the compliment."

Taking Fiana's troubled smile as embarrassment, Druid smiled.

"Fiana-dono, I don't know if you've already been assigned a task, but do you have some time?"

"Y — yes, it's not that I don't have a task that needs doing soon, but…"

"You'll be at the training grounds or handling your filing work for a while, then, am I correct?"

"You are…"

She didn't know why the Minister of Finance would know what her tasks were, but it made her skin crawl just thinking about it.

Druid kept talking, not noticing Fiana's expression shift into one of caution.

"In that case, could I request that you take a job?"

"A job?"

(What, a mission?)

She found it a little anticlimactic.

It would be a mission from Druid, but she was glad to be able to work as a knight.

Although the Minister of Finance held no authority over the knights' affairs, his position allowed him to amass money. And money was the one thing no one working in the castle could disregard.

Of course, even with an attractive face, a mere knight like Fiana couldn't refuse him. Regardless of what Fiana thought, she had no choice but to hear this man out.

"Do you know of the recent disappearances near that village in the north?"

"Yes… I believe I heard the Adventurers Guild announcing that there had been some victims?"

It was a topic she'd heard about just this past month.

People who travelled to that northern village to peddle their wares or for other reasons would come up missing — adventurers as well.

"In truth, a friend of mine in the guild asked if I could lend some help from a knight order, since it was too much for the adventurers to deal with."

"… So you're asking me?"

"I merely felt that Fiana-dono would relish a chance to serve in settling an incident that's disturbing the peace."

Druid wanted to put Fiana in his debt.

He wanted this beautiful knight to belong to him, one way or another.

Fiana knew this offer was born of wicked intentions, yet she still hesitated to decline it.

A knight wouldn't abandon those in trouble; they would help them. If she could help, she would. That was how she felt.

"… I'll need to ask the captain, but…"

"Fufun, if it's something like that, this Druid will—"

"That isn't how it works. I'll go to the captain myself…"

"But—"

Fiana truly did just want to ask her captain if she could accept the mission, but Druid panicked, thinking she was trying to refuse.

Then, struck by some thought, he stopped midway.

"I understand. I'll be hoping for a favorable response from you."

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to meet your expectations, but very well…"

Ending the conversation with that, Fiana took the opportunity to bow.

As she did, Druid's gaze fell on her hips.

Her skirt was thick from imitating a clergy member's, but it wasn't enough to fully conceal her curvaceous body.

Druid's eyes stayed fixated on her bottom as it swayed back and forth while she walked away.

Just the thought that those hips would one day be his set his groin alight.

With a quiet sneer, Druid set off as well. Fiana was heading to the temple, but Druid was heading towards the office of the knight captain.

He would hammer the nail in hard enough that Fiana couldn't possibly refuse the mission.

Two days later, Fiana took several knights who had been training and were short of tasks, and joined up with adventurers from the guild.

Their group of five knights and twelve adventurers set out from the royal capital toward the northern village.

… Even now, none of them knew what they were about to invite upon themselves.

 

People had gone missing along it, yet the road that led to the northern village was still unmarred.

There were no signs of a fight along it, nor any signs that something had attacked. For a group of peddlers to simply vanish, there should at least have been fallen debris from a wagon or some lost baggage somewhere.

Commanding a group seventeen strong while riding her horse at the lead, Fiana sighed.

She was currently wearing her travelling clothes, which kept her beautiful body hidden. Over an outfit resembling a white robe, she wore a chest protector that seemed designed to cover her chest and right shoulder.

A plain sword hung at the left of her waist, held up by a leather belt wrapped around her slender waist.

Knee socks and a garter belt could be glimpsed on the legs peeking through the slit in her robe. Because she was on horseback, the knee socks held up by her garter belt were easily visible even without straining one's eyes, the small slivers of bare skin catching the sunlight.

She was also wearing an oversized red cloak that hid her figure — although it was actually normal-sized, Fiana was just smaller than most.

"You do not need to find the cause of the disappearances, but even a single clue as to why would be welcome."

According to the information they had received from the Guild, the last adventurer to attempt an investigation had done so a month ago.

The first group to go missing was one led by Frederica, a mage. The next group to go missing — which had been searching for Frederica's group — was also led by a mage, a man named Alfred. A month ago, an adventurer named William disappeared as well.

Although several people went missing each time, they had practically no information other than that they had all headed to an abandoned mine near the northern village.

No one had wanted to investigate any further since then, so this time they had gotten knights to participate as well in order to make the commission more appealing.

(Inside an abandoned mine — it can't be bandits, can it?)

Bandits weren't skilled enough for something like this.

While they would likely be able to handle a group of peddlers, it was too much of a stretch for Fiana to believe they could take on those adventurers.

Besides, the first victims had had a mage with them. No matter how off-guard they'd caught her, a mage wasn't so weak as to be defeated by a bandit.

At the very worst, she would have been able to leave some information behind. Yet the only things that remained were her staff and her comrades' various pieces of equipment.

Normally, bandits would have sold the staff and equipment to get money. The fact that they were left behind made everything quite strange.

(—I wonder… did a monster stray here from somewhere?)

Fiana felt that this was a strong possibility.

Although the already small number of monsters was ever dwindling, back when there was still a Demon King, every kind of monster would flock to areas with large populations. When the Demon King was alive, Fiana had been one of the knights who swung their sword at the forefront. She knew firsthand just how frightening monsters were.

A group of monsters wasn't limited to a single species, and would include many members of high caliber — defeating any such group required many humans and demi-humans.

She wondered whether the cause of this disturbance might be a monster, and if so, whether there was more than one.

A large group of monsters would be too dangerous for them to handle, but she hadn't received any report that would lead her to that conclusion. Was this monster acting alone? Or could it be some giant beast?

(Well, there isn't even any evidence that it's still in the mine, though.)

A peddler had fallen victim to whatever it was two weeks after the final investigation a month ago.

In all likelihood, it had already moved on. What's more, it was strange that it didn't appear to be preying on people from the village at the foot of the mountain.

Some of the livestock had disappeared, but that was all.

Everything about the case was strange. Fiana and her subordinates all felt the same way. Even the adventurers thought something was off. They had become a little timid, however, due to their colleagues having fallen victim to whatever it was.

The adventurers were all packed into a small wagon so they could keep up with the mounted knights. Every one of them wore a sullen expression. Honestly, Fiana felt they shouldn't have come at all if their morale was going to be that low.

"Fiana-sama."

"Hmm?"

A female knight rode up alongside Fiana on her horse. She was the only other female knight in their group; her name was Alfira.

Long enough to reach down to her waist, her violet hair was as smooth as silk. She had it casually tied up at the nape of her neck. Her sharp black eyes betrayed a strong will. Her glossy lips were pursed, as though she were dissatisfied about something. It wasn't that she was dissatisfied about this job, though — Fiana knew this was just the woman's usual expression.

She was tall for a woman, tall enough that she'd look like Fiana's older sister if they stood side by side.

In her full armor, sitting upright with that sharp expression, Fiana felt she could easily pass for a beauty in male attire.

That didn't mean she wasn't womanly, though. Her breasts, that pride of any woman, were on full display once she took off her armor. They were ample enough that she had no reason to feel inferior to any woman her age.

Despite having a well-developed bosom and the height of a man, her waist was surprisingly thin. Her trained abdomen was firm, yet further down were her sensual thighs and bottom.

That was why she was so popular with the male knights, in spite of her moody disposition.

"There's a lake nearby. How about we set up camp here today?"

"… Alright."

Saying that to Alfira, she pulled out the map from the luggage on her horse.

As a woman, she had a great assortment of things in her luggage, but given Fiana's nature of preferring to keep everything sorted and in its place, she found the map at once.

Stopping her horse, she opened the map. As the leader of the group, when Fiana halted, everyone else did too.

"There is a lake just ahead of us, so we will set up camp here today."

Fiana raised her voice so that everyone could hear. Her dignified tone reassured everyone who heard it. Here, she wasn't a beautiful elf concerned about her short height. She was a respectable knight.

This lake wasn't even half a day's distance from the northern village. It was probably even visible from the mine, since the mine sat at the foot of the mountain, but even so, they were all glad to be near a lake.

Accustomed to travelling long distances or not, Fiana and Alfira were still women. They'd been on the road for five days since leaving the royal capital. The prospect of a bath was an attractive one.

After that, few words were spoken until they reached their chosen spot.

The knights gathered dry twigs and other scavengable wood from nearby for firewood while the adventurers unloaded the wagon and horses and set up the tents.

Fiana and Alfira went to help unload the baggage.

Since they were the only women in the group of seventeen, the adventurers tried to help them with the physical labor, but the two of them politely refused.

They didn't really care for that whole 'I'm a man and you're a woman' attitude.

Even so, the adventurers were glad to have at least gotten a smile in return for their kindness. The calm, graceful Fiana's smile and the strong-willed Alfira's smile were more than enough for them.

Once the baggage was unloaded and most of the tents had been pitched, the knights who had gone out on patrol returned.

"—?"

Sensing some panic in the returning knights, Fiana's long ears twitched.

As an elf, she was sensitive to subtle signs. She handed off the task of pitching her tent to an adventurer and headed toward the returning knights.

There were unfamiliar faces with them.

Two women, one with blonde hair, the other with silver.

The blonde looked rather exhausted. She wore only a thick shirt and a pair of trousers. The clothing was for men, but Fiana thought it suited her well.

The other one, with silver hair, wore a black robe and had a large staff resting against her shoulder. She was probably a mage. Her eyes looked sleepy and vacant, but those eyes were firmly locked onto Fiana.

"What happened?"

"Well…"

Puzzled, Fiana called out to the group of knights and women, who all had a strange air about them.

Before the male knights could answer—

"These men peeped at us while we were bathing, didn't they?"

The blonde woman's words made Fiana's gaze sharpen.

Although Fiana usually had a gentle personality, she was frightening when she got angry.

"N-no, we didn't…"

The men panicked, but their words didn't sound very confident.

"… They peeped."

The silver-haired mage testified as well.

That sent the men into even more of a panic, and Fiana judged it was likely the truth.

Even the men who had been trying to deny it held their tongues in resignation.

"Today, you three will be on the night watch."

"… Sir."

None of them complained. It was conduct unbecoming of a knight; she was already doing them a service by not denouncing them outright.

You could say they were saved by the fact that Fiana knew them.

If Alfira had been told about this, they would have been finished.

Besides, the next day was the real thing. It would have been a problem if their punishment was so severe that it affected their performance the next day.

"For my subordinates' unthinkable impropriety… I am very sorry."

When Fiana bowed, the men hurried to bow as well. The men weren't stupid enough to let their pride stop them from bowing to women.

An aristocratic knight might have grumbled about it, but these knights were mere commoners. They had enough common sense to admit they were in the wrong.

"Oh well. I'm not in the habit of making things hard for people."

"I am very sorry…"

Raising her head, Fiana apologized once again.

When she looked up at the tall woman — about a head taller than herself — she felt as though she had seen her somewhere before.

(Where have I seen her before…?)

Just as she was about to remember—

"Captain, these two are Frederica Rene-dono and Satia-dono."

"—Eh?"

She finally understood who the two were after the knight spoke.

… They were two of the adventurers who had gone missing.

Even though she knew it was rude, she looked at the two's faces closely again. Now that she thought about it, the two of them truly did match the descriptions she'd been given before she left.

"—Why are you here?"

A simple question slipped from her mouth.

According to what she'd heard, this woman had been missing for over a month. Why would she turn up near the very place she had vanished? And while she was a bit dirty here and there, why was she otherwise in good health?

It was the same for Satia. This mage with the doll-like expression and lifeless eyes was a missing person. Yet here the two of them were, together and mostly safe. Fiana suspected something strange was going on.

Sensing Fiana's questioning look, Frederica sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"We went through a few troubles."

"Troubles?"

"How about we find somewhere to sit first?"

Someone muttered that it was disrespectful to speak that way before a knight.

Fiana hushed the man and guided the two into the camp. She still found their safe return strange, after all.

"A monster in the abandoned mine…"

"Yes… we were careless, thinking it was the work of bandits. It killed my comrades — I hid deeper in the cave and managed to escape."

Sitting around a fire of twigs and branches gathered from the surrounding trees, Fiana did her best to organize the information she gathered from Frederica's report.

Their enemy was a single slime. Fire magic, its weakness, could not be safely invoked within the abandoned mine. Frederica reported that she had managed to survive by fleeing further inside.

When she heard that the girl had been forced to eat things like bats and rats, she flinched, but according to Frederica, that was the reality of it. As for the bath, after hearing all she had been through to escape the slime's clutches… no one doubted her anymore.

She had simply been driven that far.

Satia's testimony was much the same. Frederica had saved her, and it seemed the other adventurers who had come with her had been attacked as well.

"To spend a month inside that cave… it must have been hard on you."

"Let's not talk about that sort of thing anymore — alright?"

"… Yeah."

Alfira, also a woman, brought tea to the two girls after they finished their story.

As she accepted it, Frederica, the blonde, smiled at Satia.

The tiniest flicker of emotion touched Satia's doll-like countenance for an instant as she nodded.

(For them to endure all of that, just the two of them…)

Everyone in the camp thought something similar.

The adventurers who had known the two — or the deceased adventurers who had gone with them — listened to the report with particular frustration.

"Umm, this is hard for us to tell you, but we're…"

"… Heading to the abandoned mine, is that it?"

"Yes. Now that we know our target is a monster, we must annihilate it with everything we have…"

Monsters were the enemies of mankind. Even though Fiana knew the two were its victims, she did not want to divide the forces she'd brought with her.

In other words, she would tell them to stay in the village at the foot of the mountain.

"… We'll go too. To the mine."

"Are you sure? Aren't you too… tired?"

"… We're alright."

"Besides, we have to hurry back… my children are waiting."

Satia spoke as expressionlessly as ever.

Frederica, on the other hand, spoke with a small smile.

Hearing that she'd have two more mages helping out, Fiana's expression brightened.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

Now, all they had to do was lure the slime out of the cave and kill it.

The existences known as monsters were troublesome, but once you knew what they were, they could be dealt with one way or another.

With a slight burden lifted from her, Fiana let out a small sigh.

"Frederica, you have children?"

One of the adventurers who had kept silent until then spoke up to Frederica in surprise.

It was the first he'd heard of it, and he was leaning very far forward. Looking at Frederica, the other adventurers seemed interested too.

"Yeah, lots of them. They're all so cute."

"No way!?"

"Eeeh!?"

Reactions like that came from the various adventurers. They had all assumed Frederica was single.

Seeing how depressed the adventurers were, Fiana and Alfira could only smile.

"… Yes, they are all cute."

Their voices were so loud that they drowned out Satia's small voice.

Her expression seemed empty, betraying none of her inner emotions. She clutched her large staff to her chest as though she couldn't settle down.

No one noticed, but her fingernails were digging into the staff.

No one there had been close to Satia, so none of them knew what sort of habits she had.

"Well then, shall we all have supper? You two must be worn out, so let's retire early today."

At Fiana's words, everyone started to bustle about.

Incidentally, dinner was prepared by those male knights from earlier. It was part of their punishment.

 

*

 

Once they had finished supper, the men and women bathed in turns. After that, a problem cropped up regarding the sleeping arrangements.

Until now, Fiana and Alfira had shared a small tent, since they were the only women in the group. The tent was too small for all four of them, however.

But they also hesitated to have them sleep with the men. Frederica had told them it wasn't a problem, but it was a matter of morals. Sensing the mood coming from Frederica, Fiana decided it was unacceptable.

Fiana was aware that she fretted over what adult men and women did together a little too much. Even so, knights were supposed to be a source of discipline and order.

At the very least, Fiana did not intend to bend the rules herself. Because of that, Alfira decided to go with the option of having all four of them sleep in the small tent.

"I'll be on night watch tonight as well."

With that, Alfira left.

Fiana felt bad about what she had done, but there was no good choice to be made. Accepting Alfira's decision, the three entered the tent.

Fiana looked apologetic, Frederica didn't feel anything in particular… and Satia was just excessively doll-like out of loneliness at not being able to embrace her beloved that night. At least, that is what Frederica thought as she looked at the comrade she'd recently grown close to.

"You seem to have something on your mind."

"Don't worry about it… honestly, I feel as though I should act more like her, but…"

At Frederica's words, Fiana sighed and rested her hand against her cheek.

After her bath, the woman was wearing a white blouse and black pants. It was a rough appearance.

When Frederica asked if she was alright dressed so lightly, Fiana replied that she would wear a robe-like garment over it, then don her armor on top of that.

"So you wear thin clothes under your armor, huh," Frederica, an adventurer herself, remarked in a voice that mixed admiration with exasperation. It was the first time she had learned that such stifling clergy-style robes were worn over light clothing. The same was true for Satia, of course, but she showed no interest in this. She simply watched, dazed, as Fiana and Frederica talked.

"Didn't Alfira-san say so? You're the captain, right? Part of your job is to rest your body."

There was no proper bedding on the ground, but enough towels had been laid out to dull some of its hardness.

It was decided that the three of them would sleep inside the tent with Fiana between the other two. The three lay side by side on the makeshift bed.

"It might be hard to sleep on, but please bear with it."

"It's fine. It's different for Satia, but I was sleeping on the abandoned mine's floor."

"R-really…? What about Satia-chan?"

"… It was warm."

"?"

Satia's explanation was hardly sufficient.

"It must've felt good…"

Fiana tilted her head, but Frederica just seemed envious of Satia for some reason.

She simply closed her eyes, thinking the two must be on very good terms.

She was only concerned with this mission's target and the missing people. It wasn't everything, but she had managed to obtain some information and achieve part of their goal.

She fell asleep quickly.

 

*

 

Unable to sleep well, Satia opened her eyes. She was looking at something white.

Fiana had tossed about in her sleep, burying Satia's face in her rich chest.

Unlike Satia's, Fiana's chest was bountiful and had a sweet fragrance to it.

"Nn, uu—"

"… …"

The girl was still asleep, air slowly drawn in and out through her small lips.

Fast asleep — she was practically defenseless.

She hadn't particularly intended to wake up, but for some reason she had.

Looking outside, it was still dark beyond the tent. Judging from the light coming from the flickering flames of the fire outside, she guessed it was still the middle of the night.

"… Big."

Satia suddenly recalled that she hadn't been loved by her Goshujin-sama that day, and grew uneasy.

She wondered if that was why she had woken up. Wrapped in that comfort, exhaustion didn't exist.

No matter how she cried, no matter how she pleaded, she would not be pardoned from it. Even if she fainted, she would be brought to climax again and again, never stopping until she had transcended into perfect ecstasy.

After being wrapped in that pleasant comfort for so long, Satia had become unable to sleep properly without first feeling the gentle aftertaste of climax. Her body had long since grown accustomed to it.

While she thought about that sort of thing, she moved her hands as though to massage the blouse-covered breasts in front of her.

They were something she didn't have. Whenever Frederica was violated, her breasts were always being massaged.

Satia thought it probably felt very good… Just having her breasts massaged was enough to make Frederica's eyes glaze over in lust.

Satia slowly rubbed the breasts — about the same size as Frederica's — with her right hand.

At that moment, she wasn't even thinking anything lewd. She had simply woken up, seen breasts right in front of her, and started massaging them. It was that simple.

If pressed, she might have said she was merely curious. She didn't have them, and Frederica's belonged to Goshujin-sama. So she wanted to massage breasts that didn't belong to anyone. She just wanted to feel how soft they were.

That was the extent of her thinking. Again, she wasn't harboring any wicked thoughts in the least.

Her eyes had opened, but her ability to think properly was still asleep. She kept on massaging the girl's breasts, thinking nothing of it. She found it amusing how her index finger would sink into them when she poked them, then return to its original shape. With every breath the girl took, they would sway softly, a valley peeking through the neck of her blouse that had stretched from sleeping on her side.

"—Huu… uu…"

Her abundant breasts changed shape as Satia's fingers moved over them.

As she massaged, they warped to match her hand. Her fingers sank in and were swallowed up by the breasts despite still being covered by a blouse and undergarment. Satia gradually became engrossed in the act.

Yet even so, Fiana didn't wake up. Satia's massaging was neither painful nor pleasurable. You could say it wasn't even stimulating.

Furrowing her brow, she spread her fingers apart and continued enjoying the breasts' softness.

Did her Goshujin-sama prefer more abundant chests after all?

The thought suddenly struck her, and she felt as though she could understand why.

They were incredibly soft. And it was fun to poke them with your fingers and watch them change shape.

Like an innocent child, Satia assumed the woman's weakness was the same as her own and rubbed Fiana's nipples through her blouse with her nails.

"Nn—huua…"

Satia hadn't noticed, being so engrossed in playing with the woman's breasts, but Fiana's voice had begun to take on a tinge of emotion.

Heated sighs joined what had until then been simple sleep-breaths. After playing with her nipples for some time, they had changed somewhat from the pleasant sensation reaching her through her blouse. Her nipples were now easily made out through the woman's clothing.

They had stiffened in reaction to the pleasant sensation. Satia knew this reaction well.

Her left hand massaged the well-developed bosom while her right focused on rubbing the woman's nipples with her fingers.

"N, nn…"

Still asleep, coquettish sighs slipped from her mouth. Her white throat became visible for an instant as her head tilted back in what appeared to be a small convulsion. Then her body returned to a normal sleeping position.

Once it had, Satia noticed the changes in Fiana.

Her lips had parted slightly, her white teeth just barely visible. Somewhat heavy panting came from her, and a pleasant scent seemed to fill the tent.

(Even asleep… she's feeling it.)

After being brought to climax so many times herself, and after seeing Frederica's expressions from a third-person perspective, Satia knew what the girl's expression meant.

She was enduring the pleasure. Her white hair clung to her cheek with a sweat unlike normal night sweat, and her eyebrows were just barely furrowed.

Asleep though she was, this beautiful female knight was feeling Satia's fingers. Whenever she rubbed her nipples with her fingernails, she trembled. Each convulsion grew more intense the more she repeated the process.

She kept it up for a while, the woman's nipples growing ever harder. They already felt as though they couldn't stiffen any further.

(I wonder if… I also feel it while I'm asleep?)

She was loved by her Goshujin-sama even in her sleep. She wondered if she panted like this too while still unconscious.

Realizing that, she grew terribly embarrassed.

When she looked up after hiding her face in embarrassment—

"H-aah…"

No longer receiving sufficient stimulation, Fiana unconsciously let out a steamy sigh. Her hot breath struck Satia's face, making her bangs sway.

When she went back to massaging her breasts — a little more forcefully than before — her body trembled much more strongly. Then, as though fleeing the stimulation, Fiana rolled onto her back.

With her now on her back, her huge breasts yielded to gravity and slumped to either side. Yet even so, their richness was still obvious. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath drew Satia's gaze.

(… She escaped.)

The moment she thought that, the long ears characteristic of an elf came into view.

Moving carefully so the woman wouldn't wake up, Satia turned her attention from the breasts to the ears.

"N, uuu—"

Were they her weak spot?

Having shown a much more obvious reaction than with her breasts, Fiana was rather interesting.

Satia kept stroking the woman's ear with her finger while her other hand gently stimulated a breast. Fiana's reaction changed visibly.

"Haah… Haa—nn."

What came from her mouth was no longer a sleep-breath; it was obviously a pant.

What's more, a cute tongue slipped out from behind her white teeth, just a little.

What kind of dream was she having?

Or perhaps it wasn't a dream at all. Maybe her body was simply reacting on its own?

The peaks of her breasts had become fully visible, even through the blouse. Her ear trembled as if trying to escape the teasing finger.

Using her tiny hands, Satia placed her palms against the woman's breasts and squeezed once. The breasts were so big that her hands couldn't contain them.

"Nn—"

Satia didn't know whether it was from pleasure or pain, but that single squeeze had been enough to make Fiana's body stiffen.

(… Did she wake up?)

Holding still for a while, she once again heard the woman settle back into heated sleep-breathing.

Since she hadn't woken up, Satia decided to use her tongue to lick those long, beautiful ears. Just a little, of course.

She couldn't use her tongue as dexterously as the Black Ooze could its tentacles, but Satia had found it very pleasant when her own ears were violated.

Remembering those times, Satia slid her tongue along one of the elf's long ears. It was immediately coated in saliva and began making a lewd sound as she pressed her tongue down into the woman's ear.

"… Nnn, uu…"

However, Fiana's reaction wasn't satisfying.

She moved her body as if it tickled, but compared to when Satia had rubbed her breasts or stroked her ear with a finger, she barely reacted at all.

Since that was the case, she went back to rubbing one of her breasts. It wasn't a gentle massage; she put real strength into her grip this time.

"H—ah!"

When she did, what was clearly a heated sigh came from the elf.

Satia glanced toward the tent's entrance, but no one seemed to be coming. She kept watching the entrance as she rubbed the elf's breast hard enough to make Fiana's body shift.

This time, what came out wasn't a sigh.

When she looked back at Fiana's face, she still appeared to be asleep… but she was enduring it by biting down on her right forefinger.

When Satia stopped for a while, Fiana's finger fell away from her lips.

Satia waited for her breathing to settle, and—

"… What're you doing?"

Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Frederica sat up.

When Satia silently turned her gaze toward Fiana, what came into view was a beautiful woman whose lips were parted as she let out heated sighs.

"… …"

"…"

"Ha, aa—aaah."

Satia silently went back to vigorously rubbing one of the elf's giant breasts. As she did, Fiana's body shook and she went back to panting.

"She's pretty sensitive…"

That was Frederica's impression.

It looked amusing, so Frederica moved her hand over to the breast opposite Satia's.

(… Aren't these even bigger than mine?)

Entertaining that carefree thought, Frederica started out by gently stimulating the elf.

Rather than massaging her roughly like Satia, she used her forefinger to trace the outer circumference of the breast, occasionally pressing into the soft flesh a little more firmly. She stimulated her so lightly that it was hard to tell whether her finger was actually touching at all. However, just as one would start to assume so, she would put some pressure into the breast. And just as one would begin to think she only intended to gently caress the areola with her fingernails rather than the nipple itself, she would suddenly press her forefinger into the nipple.

It was amusing whenever her finger sank in, but even more amusing when she pulled it back out.

She could see the elf's nipples more clearly than she had been able to just a moment before.

Her undergarment had likely shifted from Satia's rough caresses.

Meanwhile, now that she had learned that this woman reacted when treated roughly, Satia's massaging was more like crushing.

"—Nnaah! … Haah…"

Then, once Fiana began to show an intense reaction, the two of them stopped moving their hands.

Even while still asleep, Fiana twisted her body as though trying to escape the pleasure. The two pairs of hands continued toying with her, however.

Her upper body was pinned in place by their hands, while her waist moved as she unconsciously tried to escape. The blankets laid out below them had been thrown into disarray.

The next place Frederica set her sights on was…

Does it really need to be said?

The elf's ears.

"Hmm… Nom."

"Ha… aaah!?"

With the long ear in her mouth and her tongue licking it as she play-bit, Fiana's limbs flailed about amusingly.

(That's a totally different reaction from when I did it…)

Satia tilted her head to the side. As though to mimic Frederica, Satia did the same with her own small mouth.

"Ah—aah—aaah—"

"Sleeeeeep."

Frederica took the ear out of her mouth and whispered into it.

Guided by the mana-laced voice, Fiana's consciousness, which had begun to surface, sank back down.

Feeling her own eyelids suddenly grow heavy, Satia, still nibbling on Fiana's perky ear, glanced up at Frederica.

"There are all kinds of ways to use magic… keep studying."

"…"

She answered with a nod.

If anything, she likely responded that way just so she could keep on play-biting Fiana's ears.

"… Is it tasty?"

"…"

She shook her head at the question. The ear on Satia's side was a horrible mess, slick with saliva. When she slurped to keep it from dripping off, Fiana reacted to even that small stimulation.

After enjoying herself by nibbling on Fiana's lovely ear a few more times and watching her body twitch with each nibble, she took it out of her mouth.

"… Watching her reactions is amusing."

"Right? I like doing this more, though."

With that, Frederica unbuttoned Fiana's blouse button by button.

What appeared was white lace underwear, faintly luminous now that their eyes had grown used to the darkness.

Seeing the beauty's underwear-clad body shine in the near darkness, Frederica squinted.

Her eyes, having adjusted to the dark, could even make out the design of the frills. The female knight was so beautiful that she let out a voice of admiration in her mind.

(Well, this isn't the kind of underwear that belongs on a campaign…)

She thought that as well, though.

"Even Knight-sama's underwear is first-class."

"… Pretty."

"Really, I'm envious…"

With all the buttons of her blouse undone, Fiana's upper body was fully exposed. Her ample breasts had spilled to either side under the pull of gravity, and her right nipple had even slipped out of her underwear. This wasn't the sort of underwear that prioritized function and covered the bulk of the breasts, like the kind Frederica wore. This was the kind that pursued beauty — the kind you wore to dress yourself up and show off to a man.

The fabric was thin and didn't cover much area. Even on the left side, where her nipple was still hidden, a sliver of areola peeked out. If this was what she wore on her upper half, what about her panties? Suddenly curious about her lower half, Frederica decided to deal with the elf's upper body first.

She began massaging the breasts, now defended only by the thin bra, with both hands. She was gentle at first… slowly and steadily becoming more forceful over time.

Even with the bra in the way, the giant breasts were so soft that they still undulated, changing shape as though entirely at the mercy of Frederica's hands.

"Nnn, nnnuunn…"

Satia caught Fiana's finger as it unconsciously moved toward her mouth to muffle herself.

And so, in place of her finger — Satia brought her own lips to Fiana's.

The elf's lips were parted slightly, her white teeth just barely visible behind them. Further inside, a tongue flicked around, as though desiring something.

Satia pressed her tongue into Fiana's mouth.

"Huu, aa—aahn."

She licked around inside her mouth at first, but, as though that wasn't satisfying enough, she drew Fiana's tongue out past her lips.

This time, Satia twined her tongue around the elf's, nibbling it here and there. At the same time, she used her hands to rub the elf's ears, pinching them with her nails as they twitched.

Before long, Frederica's hands were no longer rubbing from outside the elf's bra. She had moved her hands inside it and was massaging the soft, giant breasts directly.

Her movements were still restricted by the underwear, but the very fact that it felt like she was truly violating the woman satisfied Frederica's heart. While kneading the unbelievably soft breasts, she pinched the protrusions making themselves known between her forefingers and thumbs.

Unlike the softness of the breasts, her nipples were elastic, like little gummy bears. When she rolled them between her fingers, Fiana's waist unexpectedly lifted. She didn't let out a voice, however.

Her mouth was sealed by Satia's.

Her toes curled against the towels that served as substitute bedding. Her hands, flailing about as though trying to push something away, seized Frederica's and Satia's clothing.

"Huu—ha… fuu—"

Her breathing roughened as her waist began to twitch. Even so, Frederica ignored it and kept pinching her nipples. Even if she put her full strength into it, as if to crush them completely, Fiana wouldn't wake — she had been forcibly put to sleep through magic.

Satia kept play-biting the woman's tongue so it couldn't retreat back into her mouth. Saliva trickled out from between their lips.

Her muffled voice wasn't loud enough to be heard outside the tent, and so no help came.

Although her consciousness tried to surface from the considerable pleasure, the magic held it down, leaving her voluptuous body to climax while still asleep.

Without pause, Satia used her slender fingers to trace along the inside of the elf's long ears, making her body twitch again. With her head pinned in place and her breasts firmly grasped, the only part of her body left to struggle was her lower half.

After thrusting her waist up over and over until exhausted, her toes, which had been clutching at the towels laid over the ground, lost their strength.

Tears overflowed from her closed eyes. Even her hands, which had been trying to fend off the two, let go of their clothing. She had grown weaker. From the way she looked, however, it was almost as if she were welcoming the two — offering herself for them to embrace.

"Fuah—nnn—fuhiiin—!"

However, that stillness lasted only a moment.

Captured by Satia's tongue, Fiana's was unable to feebly retreat back into her mouth. Her exposed breasts were once again massaged both gently and vigorously.

Her waist, exhausted from climaxing, now began to sway against the ground. The towels already disturbed by her feet were thrown into further disarray.

Despite the intensity of the pleasure, she didn't regain consciousness. Even though she tried to wake, something was stopping her.

The only thing the beautiful elf commander could do in that strange situation was to keep climaxing and let out muffled screams. The two of them, however, weren't going to let her off with just that.

A place beyond climax. They knew of such a place, a place that held true pleasure. No matter how one cried, refused, begged, collapsed, or fainted… by being relentlessly ravished even past that point, there was a place one would eventually arrive at.

Although the lower half of her body hadn't been touched, the scent of a woman filled the tent.

"Fua—haah… nn."

Just how many times had she climaxed?

Finally satisfied, Frederica let go of the woman's breasts.

Her breasts, reddened from the obstinately relentless stimulation, were charming in a pitiful sort of way. Her attractive face was covered with Satia's drool as well as her own, leaving her almost unrecognizable. On closer inspection, it wasn't just tears and saliva, but also the drippings of a runny nose.

With her hands thrown ahead of her the way they were, she looked exactly as though she had been raped.

This lit a fire in Frederica's soul.

"… Fuaaah… that was amazing."

"I don't really get it, but we should get some sleep. Goshujin-sama won't let us get any rest later."

"… Un."

Satia rubbed her thighs together.

It hadn't been enough after all. And it was the same for Frederica.

They had tried tormenting Fiana, but—

(Nn…)

They wanted that pleasant feeling they got when the slime wouldn't let them rest until it was done, not even if they fainted.

After savoring that extreme pleasure day in and day out, they had learned that only that monster could give it to them.

Frederica straightened Fiana's clothes, not noticing that her own waist was twitching slightly, as though anticipating something.

Putting the bra her breasts had spilled out of during the rough massaging back into place, she did up the buttons of her blouse. With this, it would be ridiculous for the girl to think anything had happened.

"Fufu."

"—Nn… uu…"

She was asleep. She probably wouldn't wake up all night.

When Frederica gently petted the elf's porcelain-white face, just that small amount of stimulation was enough to make her stir.

Frederica truly thought she was beautiful. Elves were a species that lived longer than humans and were far more beautiful. This female elf knight was no exception — she was more beautiful than any woman Frederica had ever seen.

Gazing down at such a woman's face as she stroked it… Frederica smiled a true smile, one from the bottom of her heart.

According to the conversation they had had earlier, this woman and the other knights were all heading to the abandoned mine where their Goshujin-sama lived. Which meant this woman, too, would become Goshujin-sama's woman. Just like them, she would become their comrade.

She didn't feel the least bit jealous or resentful about it. She wasn't exactly happy about it either, but she was interested.

What was a knight? Someone who valued loyalty, the law, and their faith. This was the first time she had met any of them, but she had a good idea of what they were like after seeing how the knights who had peeped at her and Satia bathing were treated.

What would a knight like Fiana do?

Would she gasp from the pleasure?

Would she sob from the humiliation?

… And, perhaps most importantly, in what way would she succumb?

Still stroking the elf's cheek, she imagined it.

"I'm looking forward to it."

After that, the night wore on.

For Fiana, this night would prove to be a great nightmare.