Chapter 308 - 308. The Transferees and the Moon over the Ruined Castle (Mizuki☆)
Cold air crept in through a gap in the blanket, slithering across my skin.
My nose stung with the chill, and each breath I drew seeped icy into my lungs, freezing me from the core outward.
I tried pulling the blanket up over my head, but it refused to rise past my chest. Giving up, I closed my eyes—but the creeping cold pressed in relentlessly, unbearable.
"Damn it..."
I muttered to myself and sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I scanned the dim interior of the tent. I couldn’t tell how many hours I’d slept, but the surroundings were still wrapped in darkness.
Guided by the faintest light, I glanced down at my waist—Fam was curled against my stomach, Mami clinging to my back like a living weight.
Both breathed softly, deeply asleep, showing no sign of waking. Until now, someone had always had to keep watch, tending the fire through the night, tense and alert. But tonight, the knights of House Wanland stood guard. After the fierce battles we’d endured, exhaustion must have finally overwhelmed them.
I slipped a hand beneath the blanket and gently squeezed their chests. They stirred slightly—"Mmm..."—but didn’t wake. Sighing, I began searching for something else to cover myself with, when I noticed one soft mound was missing. Then I saw it—the tent flap was slightly ajar.
No wonder the cold was seeping in.
"Tch..."
I considered closing it, but a flimsy cloth wouldn’t make much difference. The blanket had already been stolen by the two sleeping beauties. If I stayed like this, I’d freeze solid. I stepped outside.
Beneath the pale crescent moon, my breath curled in white wisps.
It was barely a single layer of fabric’s difference—but outside, the cold was sharper than within the tent.
All around, only rubble rose into shadowed heaps. No people in sight. Along the distant castle walls, evenly spaced bonfires flickered, and near them, silhouettes moved. The walls themselves were uneven, twisted, bearing the scars of a giant’s destruction.
Torusa should have been inside one of the few intact buildings, but no light spilled from within.
Standing here was pointless—just made me colder. I turned to return to the tent, when a faint click echoed through the rubble. Something had shifted. I walked toward the sound.
There, nestled in a hollow, sat a girl with blue hair, gazing up at the night sky.
"Rizuki..."
She turned her eyes toward me. I slid down beside her, and without a word, she pulled the blanket around my shoulders too. The fabric still held her warmth, and where our bodies touched, it was deliciously hot.
"Can’t sleep?"
She’d been the most active of us all. Was this youth? I studied her profile in the moonlight. Her cheeks glowed pale, almost ghostly, stripped of their usual healthy radiance—replaced by a fragile, dreamlike beauty. It stirred something uneasy in me. Was she tired? Was she fading?
"Mash will become king of Migul..."
Rizuki’s voice was faint, as if the cold night air were swallowing it whole.
"Then that makes you queen, right?"
"Instead of Fam?"
"Fam will be queen too."
She let out a tiny, scoffing breath through her nose.
"But the city follows monogamy. That’s not allowed."
"Then I won’t be king. But it won’t come to that. I know they need me as king."
I grinned, proud of myself. Rizuki frowned, peering at me with suspicion.
"How can you say that?"
"It’s obvious Torusa doesn’t expect political skill from me. I don’t know anything about this world. I wasn’t even in Migul for a month."
"Then why are they trying to make you king? Just because you’re a summonee brought by Racshell?"
"That’s part of it. But that’s naive. Symbolic influence only works on those who believe in it. Wait until a natural disaster or famine strikes."
"True... relying on faith is dangerous, especially since Mash doesn’t have godlike powers. But... Mash still seems to lack so many things besides politics..."
Ouch. That stung. I reached over and pinched her nose as she stared down, lost in thought.
"Just leave politics to Torusa and Augustus. My job is to marry women across the lands and bring peace. It’s called marriage diplomacy."
"What?! Absolutely not! I’ll never allow that!" Rizuki slapped my hand away. "...So... are you really serious about becoming king of Migul?"
"No. Not really."
"Eh? Seriously?"
She gaped at me, wide-eyed, as if I’d said something utterly unexpected.
"Even if I had the power, I wouldn’t use it to force women. I want to win over brats like you—Rizuki—using only my own strength!"
"I shouldn’t have asked!"
She cried out, then sighed deeply, eyes lifting back to the sky.
"...What do I even want to become?"
She whispered it once, then fell silent.
The moonlight remained strong, painting the world silver. It carved the rubble around us into sharp contrasts, turning the ruins into a flat, monochrome painting. Rizuki’s hair and skin, gleaming under that light, looked like they belonged to the canvas too. Even as our shoulders touched and shared warmth beneath the blanket, it felt like we were in separate worlds.
I remembered the time she’d been gravely wounded in battle. She’d said she wanted to return to our world—to go hiking with me again. Was that longing still burning inside her? And was she the only one? I thought of Hyakka, Shizuka, Rinako... Did they all want to go back too? I had to keep them here. That thought tightened in my chest like a vise. But I couldn’t chain them to this world with my own desires. Rizuki was Rizuki—that was why it was okay. The same went for Hyakka and the others.
"You’re lucky..."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
"What about me?"
She turned her gaze to me.
"You really seem to be searching for a dream."
"Are you mocking me?"
She pressed her lips into a thin line, brows knitting together.
"No. Not at all. But... I never had dreams or hopes like that. Whether I went to college or not, in the end, I’d just end up at some random company, living a mediocre life. That’s all I ever thought."
"So you were dumb from the start?"
"Shut up! But... you’re right. I never felt the urge to test myself, to challenge anything. I had this weird pride—scared to try my hardest and find my limits. I gave up before I even started. I just wanted to get by. If someone like you had been around back then... maybe I would’ve tried harder."
I looked up at the sky. Rizuki nudged my shoulder with hers.
"Really? There was no one like that?"
"I think most girls found me kind of creepy."
She gave me a deadpan stare.
"Are you really planning to stay in this world, Mash?"
"Before that—do you really think you can return to our world? Or break free from this ten-year curse?"
We were following Racshell’s divine decree, heading toward the Demon Kingdom to defeat the Demon King—but he probably didn’t even exist. The Ark, brought here during the gods’ war. The staff, the mirror, the vial of holy oil kept within it. I’d obtained them, but nothing changed. I’d defeated the Black Giant—likely a fragment of the God of the End. But what did it all lead to? I had no idea.
The blanket shifted. Then my hand was grasped.
"We’ve both taken lives since coming to this world. We can’t stop. It has to be us."
She stared at me with fierce, unwavering eyes.
"Yeah. The Demon Kingdom has the five goddess summonees. And Isaac, who stole the mirror from Akizuki Uta’s coffin—he might have information. It could come to battle. But if we can get the other summonees to cooperate..."
I squeezed her hand back. Then she leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut. I pressed my lips to hers.
"Mmm... Mash..."
I sucked gently on her lips as my hand slipped beneath her clothes, tracing the warmth of her skin. She shivered, then pressed her hand over mine from outside her clothes.
"Mash... your hand’s cold."
"Tough. You’re going to be completely naked soon anyway..."
I pushed further. There it was—a soft, full mound. Smooth fabric. I massaged her breast through her underwear.
"Mmm... you can do it... but I don’t want to be fully naked. What if someone comes?"
She glanced nervously around.
"There’s a blanket. We’re fine."
"But we can’t run. They’ll know what we’re doing!"
"So what?"
"It’s embarrassing! Of course it’s a problem!"
She writhed, but it felt less like she was trying to escape and more like she was pressing closer. My palm sank under the weight of her breast.
"Rizuki..."
Through the fabric, I found the peak of her nipple and pinched it, rolling it between my fingers.
"Aahn... w-what?"
"Never forget that shyness..."
I silenced her protest with another kiss. My tongue brushed her lips, and they parted slightly, letting hot breath spill into my mouth. I slipped inside, parting her lips and teeth, until my tongue met hers—slick, warm, and eager.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me deeper, her tongue tangling with mine. We devoured each other, desperate for the taste of the other’s saliva.
"Mash... mmm..."
When we broke apart, she exhaled a hot, trembling breath. Her eyes, glistening, locked onto mine.
The moonlight painted her cheeks a pale blue, but now a flush of red bloomed across them. I squeezed her breast firmly—she made no move to resist. Instead, she relaxed, leaning into me.
"These panties... did you buy them from Racshell’s online shop?"
"I didn’t pay for them..."
She nodded. The fabric felt just like Racshell’s brand.
"If I snap my fingers... do they have a function to make you go fully naked?"
Her body stiffened instantly. I’d added that feature when she’d asked Racshell to make them. I brought my thumb and middle finger together. She slapped my hand.
"Don’t test it today! It’s too cold!"
She sounded panicked.
"Either way, I’m making you naked. Might as well try it now."
"Just the panties! That’s all!"
"No. I want to see you completely naked!"
I shook off her hand and raised mine high. She reached up, standing on her toes, trying to stop me. The blanket slipped off us both, falling to the ground.
She tried to cover my fingers with her palm—but I flicked my middle finger free first.
Snap.
A pleasant sound rang out.
At the same moment, a mysterious light enveloped Rizuki.
"W-what?! What’s happening?!"
The glow intensified. I instinctively raised my arm to shield my eyes, squeezing them shut. But the light still pierced through my eyelids.
I don’t know how long it lasted. It felt both endless and like a single fleeting moment.
When I opened my eyes, the light was gone.
And there she stood—Rizuki, completely naked, bathed in soft moonlight.
Glossy, flawless skin. Her breasts, full and firm, crowned with nipples stiff from earlier teasing. A slender waist, still soft with youth. Her round, plump hips leading down to strong, shapely thighs—healthy, toned, perfect.
She stood dazed, not understanding what had happened—then realized she was naked. Instantly, she covered her chest and crotch, crouching down.
"W-why... I’m... naked?! Nnnnooooooo!"
She screamed, crouched low, trembling.
"Quiet! People will come running!"
"I’m being seen! They’re seeing me naked!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she desperately tried to pull the blanket back. I held it tight, refusing to let go.
"Too late. I’ve already seen you naked."
"But Mash is fine! What about others?!"
She tugged hard. I pulled back. It turned into a tug-of-war.
"So I’m fine? That’s what you’re saying?"
"Stop asking stupid questions! You’ve seen everything already! You’ve got photos and videos saved on your phone!"
She gave up on the blanket and frantically searched the ground for her clothes—but they were nowhere. She looked around—no sign of Fam or the others waking from the tent, no guards rushing over.
I savored her panic a moment longer, then draped the blanket over her. It was still chilly, so I opened my storage to check for a spare blanket—and found her clothes and underwear inside.
"Convenient. Saves the trouble of undressing you. Though... I did enjoy the idea of peeling each piece off you while you resisted..."
She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, glaring at me like a sulking turtle. She didn’t move from her curled position.
"Mash is an idiot! Racshell’s an idiot too! If they can make underwear like this, why not make items that solve the world’s problems?!"
Even in her embarrassment, her complaint was sharp—and completely reasonable.
"But this is useful. In battle, using this would be like a magical girl transformation—so cool!"
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! It just turns you naked after glowing! What’s the point?!"
She pulled the blanket around her and buried her face in my lap.
I was still fully dressed—except for my cock, exposed and hard. She took it into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly. Her warm tongue spread saliva carefully as she licked. The sensation was incredible. The way her lips tightened—it felt perfect. Her hand cradled my balls, warming them. They’d been shriveled from the cold, but now they were swelling back to life.
I brushed the hair from her face. She looked up at me, eyes glistening. A beautiful girl, obediently worshipping my cock like this—it made my brain feel like it was short-circuiting from arousal.
Her lips left my cock. Her tongue flicked over the tip, tracing the slit.
"After all that screaming... you’re still not satisfied..."
She murmured, replacing her mouth with her hand.
"No... I’m more turned on. And you... you’re not exactly calm either."
I pulled the blanket aside and slid my hand between her legs. Found her anus first. When I tried to push a finger in, the little rosebud clenched shut. That was answer enough. I moved lower, tracing toward her pussy. Still closed—but already wet, slick with arousal. I parted her folds, and a trickle of juice spilled out.
I stroked it gently.
"Nngh...!" Her body twitched.
"You were excited by that too, weren’t you? Pervert."
I found her clit and began vibrating it with my fingertip. It swelled quickly, plump and sensitive.
"It’s embarrassing if someone sees... and you made me so smooth..."
"You don’t like being smooth?"
"Well... but if Mash likes it, smooth is fine."
Fam and Mami were smooth too—but hair might grow back as they aged. But for her, as long as she stayed in this world, she’d stay smooth.
Rizuki matched her hand’s rhythm to my strokes on her clit—but then she stopped. Slowly, she rose, straddling me in a sitting position. She pressed her clit against my cock and began grinding, rubbing herself against me.
Her saliva on my shaft mixed with her juices, creating a slick, soft friction as our wet parts slid together.
"Mmm..."
She moaned. I couldn’t hold back my own groan.
I could come like this. But I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to grab her hips, thrust deep, and fill her. Impatient, I pressed my hips forward, grinding her clit hard against me.
"You want to insert yourself inside me?"
She tilted her head, the corner of her lips curling up. No trace of her usual girlishness—only a mature, seductive allure.
"Y-yeah..."
I nodded, flustered.
"I do too... right now... I want you inside me... I want you to thrust into me, roughly..."
"Then—"
I shifted my hips, trying to guide my cock into her—but she pressed down, blocking me.
"Mash..."
She whispered.
"What?"
"Would it be okay... if I went back to our world?"
She stared into my eyes, searching.
"There’s no way I’d say yes... but when I think of you..."
"Don’t worry about me. Just tell me what you want."
I wanted to say something wise, something noble—as an adult, for her sake. But she wouldn’t accept it. Her lips, just moments ago smiling and moaning, were now tightly pressed together.
"I don’t want you to go anywhere. I want you to stay mine—forever."
"Why?"
"Why... because I love you. But you..."
Before I could continue, she pressed a finger to my lips. Then it slipped inside—her fingertip sliding into my mouth, pressing against my tongue, scooping up saliva.
"I’ll decide my own feelings. Just tell me what you want from me. That’s all I need to hear."
She pulled her finger out. Then she smiled—soft, tender, her eyes crinkling.
"Rizuki..."
Her smile carried a trace of unease. As if, no matter how much I desired her, she might not answer. But... that was okay too. That was what I wanted. Rizuki was Rizuki—that was why it was perfect. The desire to make her mine surged hot within me. I stared at her, pouring all that into my gaze. And she—she understood. Her clear eyes shimmered with tears.
"Mash... I love you..."
Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her soft breasts flattened against my chest. Her lips met mine. I pulled her close, embracing her waist.
She lifted her hips, shifting to take me in.
My tip brushed her clit, then her urethra, then found her entrance. I wanted to thrust in. I adjusted my hips, aiming for her core.
"Mmm..."
Half my cock sank into her well-lubricated heat. But beyond that, she clamped down tight—refusing to let me go deeper. I tried pushing up, but she shook her head slightly. Our lips parted.
"I want to take all of you in... myself."
Her lips sealed over mine again. Then she lowered herself—fully.
My entire length was swallowed, gripped in her tight warmth.
"Aaahn!"
She arched her back, her brows twitching faintly.
"Does it hurt...?"
She shook her head.
"Yours... feels so big... so good... so... amazing..."
"Then... relax your pussy a little."
I slapped her ass. Smack. A crisp, dry sound echoed.
"I-I can’t... nngh... aaaaah!"
She was tight—but not in pain. The slickness of her juices, the clinging folds of her inner walls—they only heightened the pleasure. She clung to me, motionless. But I wanted more. I pulled back slightly, then thrust up.
"Aahn!"
That was the signal. She began moving her hips. I met her rhythm, driving up from below, pushing deeper.
"Mmm... aah... Mash... Mash, do you like it... looser?"
Her eyes were glazed, half-lidded, tears glistening in their depths.
"No... I like it tight... maybe?"
"Good... then I’m glad... aahn!"
Her breasts hung before my eyes. I buried my face between them. She hugged my head, pulling me deeper into her chest. Every time she bounced above me, her breasts swayed—soft enough that my cheeks sank in, yet firm with elasticity, holding their perfect, rounded shape.
Lost in her twin mounds, I thrust harder, greedily chasing more pleasure. Rizuki matched me, swaying her hips, crying out in ecstasy.
Had she forgotten we were outside? Her moans grew louder.
I didn’t care about anyone else. The cold air biting my skin, the ruins around us—none of it mattered. Rizuki’s body burned hot, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. So was I. Every breath I exhaled turned white, as if burning away the cold.
"Mash... mmm... Mashhh!"
My head was lifted from between her breasts. Her lips sealed over mine, sucking my tongue.
Our hips moved faster, harder, in perfect sync.
I was close. My cum surged to the tip, desperate to spill. I held back with all my will. She knew. She tightened her walls, trying to squeeze every drop from me.
At the same moment—she slammed her hips down, and I thrust up with all my strength.
I exploded. My cock swelled inside her, unleashing everything I’d held back.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Her body locked up, trembling violently. I kept my cock deep inside her, pumping wave after wave of cum into her core.
We stayed like that, shoulders still trembling, breathing ragged.
"Phew..."
One of us exhaled. A mix of cum and love juice oozed out from between us, sliding down my cock as it slipped free.
"I... we did it..."
Rizuki lifted her head, glancing around nervously. Seeing no one nearby, she relaxed.
She pulled her head back, gave me a light kiss.
"This is all your fault. You’d better take full responsibility, you know?"
"You were always this horny to begin with."
"S-so? Say it like a man! I only have you now!"
She pulled the fallen blanket over herself.
"And give my clothes back too."
I retrieved them from storage.
"You’re planning to wear those panties again?"
"They’re comfortable. And if anything happens, you’re the one who’ll take responsibility!"
She pouted, sticking her tongue out as she took them, then quickly began pulling them on. Even though some had spilled out, plenty of my cum still lingered inside her. The thought made my cock stir again.
"Mash..."
She raised a finger and pressed it against my erect cock. Then she stared into my eyes.
"We’ll break this ten-year curse. We will break it. And we’ll defeat every enemy that threatens this world—Demon King or whatever."
She said it like a vow.
"I know. But before that..."
I looked down at my crotch, still pressed by her finger.
"You can do it again... but no snapping your fingers to make me naked. If you want me naked... I’ll take it off myself."
Her cheeks flushed deep red.
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