Chapter 7: Fetish Kitchen Sink

“Since both Reese and I are here today, you may take a break from guard duty.”

“I didn't know this job had days off.”

Several days have passed since both the White Knight and the Black Knight began concurrently handling the guard duty for the Saint.

I was able to finish the guard duty with my dreamy Mei with a smile, and just when I had been in a good mood for a while, Mei announced a day off.

Speaking of which, there was such a concept, huh? That's my impression over here.

Although there was the concept of holiday leveling.

Since coming to the Capital, the schedule has been like "Please dedicate yourself to guarding or self-improvement, otherwise die!", so I didn't think I'd actually get a holiday.

It brings back memories of those days when I thought I was just like my "son," accumulating infinite salary with no way to use it, with usage opportunities never arriving. Being a virgin is tough.

“...I also thought it has been intense work for a while now, so I apologize.”

Mei drooped despondently.

To Mei, whose beautiful blonde hair seemed wilting, I hurriedly denied it.

“No no, if you think about it properly, it's natural for guards to have no breaks. It's not your fault, Mei.”

Normally I think it would be a rotation system, but it can't be helped if there are no experts capable of protecting the Saint.

Besides, I don't think the current environment where I can meet beautiful girls every day is a bad thing.

“Thank you. Please enjoy your day off.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Suppressing the return of morning wood at Mei smiling softly, I saw Mei off as she headed to Saint-sama's private room.

“Now, what to do.”

I held my head in my room, not knowing what to do with a sudden holiday.

...Ah, come to think of it, back in the village, I only did field work and training...

Usually helping with my parents' work, and training with the sword with the lying old geezer on holidays. Spending spare time on magic strengthening training... huh? Have I never enjoyed a holiday?

Was I actually a monk in training? Though I'm full of worldly desires. Physically I'm a corrupt monk, but will you love me? Impossible, okay okay.

“Money... honestly, I have enough to rot.”

As expected of a heavy responsibility (lol) like Holy Knight, the money paid is meaningless in amount.

Honestly, having this much is too much to handle but... what the hell should I use it on, hey.

“Well, when in doubt, ask someone.”

Unable to come up with ideas thinking alone, I left the room... or rather left the Royal Castle, and decided to ask the guard protecting the back gate of the castle.

Since I come and go often, they know I am the Holy Knight.

Among them, the one I talk to occasionally is a person named Richard with brown hair and a timid-looking face.

“Yo Richard. How are you doing?”

“Isn't it Holy Knight-sama? What's wrong?”

Noticing me, Richard asked my business while laughing cheerfully.

“Well, a holiday just fell into my lap. What do you do on holidays, Richard?”

“Holidays are things that fall into laps, huh. ...Hmm, I laze around at home or go eat something delicious...”

Well, not much difference from average guys, I thought, when a middle-aged guard with thinning hair poked Richard from behind and said.

“No no, this guy frequents the brothel on holidays, you know? You can't judge a book by its cover, going to a brothel with looks like that! Hahahaha!!”

“H-Hey, don't say thaaat...”

――――Hmm? Brothel?

Come to think of it, I've read about that in a book!

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A shop that does naughty things if you pay money.

That is a brothel. What a wonderful name.

“I have enough money to rot. Sexual desire? Stupid question.”

I may have just realized why I became a Sexual Knight. Everything was to go to a brothel.

To do erotic things with girls.

—Forward!!

Heading out into the city, I followed the directions Richard taught me, ignoring absolutely everything that tickled my nose looking delicious on the way, heading to the Red Light District.

Reaching that street, ladies with tremendous exposure were soliciting customers in front of the shops.

“Hey, Onii-san. How about here?”

“That cool Onii-san there, are you free now?”

Voices calling out one after another.

From bewitching older sisters to girls who felt young. Any and all of them stimulated my sexual desire enough to make me groan.

“I see, was this heaven?”

Why didn't I know about this place until now?

I think it was written in a book but... who cares about that! Where shall I enter!

Take your pick!

Just as I was about to head to a shop excitedly, my body stiffened as if turned to stone.

“I-Impossible...! My body won't move at all...!? Even though I have money and sexual desire, am I getting cold feet...!?”

Kuh, is the "Theory that Virgins Can't Be Aggressive" that I proposed getting in the way here...!!

Why!! Why when I have so much desire to do it...!!

“Damn! Move! Move, my body...!! Even if just my d*ck is hard, it's meaningless!!”

Here I become a man... become a man... and do what after becoming a man?

My thinking returned to calm instantly as if cold water was poured on me.

And I suddenly remembered.

What was written in "The Savior Playboy Chronicles Chapter 8: Concerning Brothels" sleeping in my parents' library.

『A brothel, simply put, is a facility where one can do erotic things if one pays money.

Gentlemen who thought this was a wonderful thing are somewhat lacking in inquiring minds. I want you to think. What does it mean to graduate from virginity in the first place? ...The presence or absence of female experience? Hahaha. Unfortunately, I can only say that is nonsense.

Gentlemen who think female experience is everything, to put it bluntly, must be discussed as true virgins.

To graduate from virginity is a word referring to the effort to cultivate a relationship of trust leading up to the sexual act. Gentlemen who neglect that and welcome their first sexual act at a brothel are still virgins... so to speak, existences that should be called "Amateur Virgins" who get carried away without knowing anything. Growth cannot be obtained without effort. However, sadly, it is also a fact that many exist who believe brothels are everything. To you lamentable people, I shall gift these words. Ready—』

“Are you okay with being an Amateur Virgin?”

That was cloooose!!! I almost made a terrible mistake!!

I must convey my great gratitude to "Okamoto-sensei," the author of the Savior Playboy Chronicles.

...That's right. I place myself in a wonderful environment, and depending on my effort, graduation might even come true.

Was I trying to let such a chance slip away and run to a brothel?? ...What a waste!!

Although "The Savior Playboy Chronicles" satirized people going to brothels quite a bit, I don't think going is bad.

People have various circumstances, and as long as it's a service where supply and demand hold up, it's misguided for me to complain.

“Well, to begin with, I don't have the guts to step into a brothel though.”

I shouted that while skedaddling back from the Red Light District.

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“Guess I'll buy some random stuff and send it to the village...”

If asked if I felt reluctant to leave, looking back, I can't honestly nod in my current situation, but let's endure for the pure love waiting someday. Yeah.

Besides, if it gets out that I frequent brothels, Mei and Saint-sama might bathe me in gazes like they're looking at something dirty. Something about keeping away from danger, it's like that. Probably.

“Wait, it's huge...”

Leaving the Red Light District, I headed to the Bazaar Street located in the center of the Royal Capital.

I could confirm stalls opened here and there, bustling with many people.

“Mister, gimme that skewer.”

“Aye. Ten copper coins.”

“Thaaanks!”

I bought the skewer that had been tickling my nose earlier, bit into it immediately, and the overflowing juices and the original umami of the meat spread in my mouth, putting me in a state of bliss.

“Yum.”

For a skewer, it was pricey, but the taste justifies it. Wait, isn't this meat from Evil Horn-senpai who I use often for leveling up? 'Sup, 'sup.

Being treated as experience points, and furthermore ending up as a street stall skewer, this guy is pitiable too. Well, it's delicious so whatever.

“If I'm doing this, I wanted to go around with Mei~”

Since we are now protecting Saint-sama in shifts of two, naturally only one becomes free.

Well, I can't abandon the guard job, no use asking for luxury.

“Now... sending stuff to my hometown... perishable fruits are a no-go... no, dried fruits are okay. Also playthings for the village brats...”

The village I lived in wasn't particularly a poor village, just a very ordinary place where you could live peacefully, but inevitably it was too ordinary and lacked entertainment.

Children's play was exclusively sword fighting with wooden sticks pretending to be swords, or making grass whistles; there wasn't much to do.

After all, brats would be happier with this than food.

So, I bought playthings I didn't really understand at a stall, and furthermore bought several foods and daily necessities. Like my wallet, my heart became lighter.

What is it? I felt like I could make an excuse like "I didn't go to the Red Light District, I went to the city to send stuff to my hometown." I'm confident in the profoundness of my excuses.

“Alright, business is mostly done.”

To the question "How do you send stuff?", I shall answer, "There is a specialized agency for package delivery."

Since monsters appear on the road, the fee is high but it's a necessary expense.

Mainly you check in at the delivery agency, and the rest is entrusted to the Adventurer's Guild; that's roughly the flow.

It's become a convenient world.

“Well then, guess I'll look around the Capital randomly.”

Thinking it would be a waste to end the holiday just with shopping, I left the Bazaar Street.

Walking a bit, I distorted my face bitterly.

“This is a pain.”

The sunny Central Street was bustling with carriages and people coming and going, honestly hard to walk. Since I'm used to a village with few people, I feel like I'm getting people-sick.

Ugh, looking fed up, I left the main street and extended my legs towards the back alleys with poor sunlight.

Advancing a little, the presence of people disappeared immediately, and damp, indescribably lukewarm air began to flow.

Of course, I'm not one to be cowed by something like this, but it's undoubtedly a triple threat of smelly, dirty, and gross.

Let's get through this quickly, I directed my gaze forward, and saw the figure of a silver-haired bob-cut girl walking towards me with unsteady, tottering steps.

Even from the side, her complexion was bad, and there was a possibility she wandered into this alley due to poor health.

“Hmm.”

I think with a gentlemanly face (self-assessed).

I have to help this, yeah. It's natural as a knight, right? Even if the girl is super cute? I totally have no ulterior motives?

Developing mysterious excuses, I look at the girl walking towards me again.

First of all, her face is good.

Her eyes look slightly nasty, but because her natural features are young, it doesn't become a minus.

Beautiful appearance, perfect style.

I, who spare no effort in observing girls, know.

Supple muscles. No waste, practical and balanced, clearly well-trained. ...Hmm? Looks like muscle tone from mastering some martial art.

Well, after all, it's dangerous and many people learn self-defense means... but that doesn't matter right now.

The problem is the fact that a cute girl looks sick.

I cleared my throat with a Gohon!, and spoke in the most handsome voice possible.

“Miss, you look pale, are you oka—Hek-choo—bweeehh!? Knife!!?”

—Shun, dodging the knife that flew soundlessly by a hair's breadth thanks to a sneeze. Danger!? I almost died normally because I wasn't wary at all!?

Also why a knife!? Naturally, the one who threw it was the girl in front of me but—did my voice sound gross or something?

The moment I spoke, looking at me with tremendous speed from a head-down posture... the girl who had a stunned expression was already holding a knife.

Yeah. No matter how I think about it, I can only think my voice was gross.

“Tch! Dodging that... Hah, as expected of the Holy Knight.”

Ah, looks like that's not it. Thank goodness~.

“Thinking I heard a gross voice, to think the assassination target was right in front of me... acting to induce carelessness?”

“I'll cry, you know. Is that okay? I'll cry. Let me tell you, even adult men cry loudly sometimes, you know?”

Is raising me up then dropping me a trend lately?

Why do I have to be insulted suddenly by a beautiful girl I just met! ...Hmm? Or rather wait?

—Why does the girl in front of me know that I am the Holy Knight?

Naturally, the fact that a Holy Knight was born is still under a gag order, so few people know.

I haven't seen the girl's figure in the castle, and the killing intent clearly directed at me is undoubtedly real.

Then is she someone related to the person who attacked Saint-sama or their employer... I feel like I might have seen her height and build somewhere...

“Who are you? Why do you know I am the Holy Knight?”

Taking a breath, phew, I ask the girl.

The girl twisted her handsome features cynically, and took out a familiar purple blade from her bosom.

Don't tell me... no, but that shouldn't be.

“How was my poison?”

“Silver-haired flat-chested cross-dressing assassin...!? Y-You existed!?”

“Who is flat-chested!! It just didn't grow because of overtraining in childhood!”

“Ah, I heard that's a myth. So that flat chest is your only identity.”

“I'll kill you.”

While the girl in front of me was trembling with murderous intent, I was simply trembling with joy.

Carved into the fetish folder of my heart: the silver-haired flat-chested cross-dressing assassin, that fetish kitchen sink.

I didn't think one actually existed in this world!

I had given up for a long time. Telling myself there's no way.

"Silver-haired flat-chested is fine. You don't have to add cross-dressing assassin to it," my heart dominated by compromise had said.

Wrong. It's wrong.

Silver-haired flat-chested is of course wonderful. Actually, Saint-sama is silver-haired and has a truly modest chest, and I spend my time smiling.

But, unmistakably, there are nutrients that can only be absorbed from a silver-haired flat-chested cross-dressing assassin.

I realized that my sexual desire was being filled like never before because my long-cherished wish came true.

I feel like I can do anything right now.

“Try targeting Saint-sama again, it won't go like that, you know? No way a Holy Knight would abandon his charge. Did you forget what I said?”

Honestly speaking, she's super cute and a best match for my fetish, so to say I don't have a wavering heart between my duty as a Holy Knight and wanting to overlook a cute girl... would be a lie. ...Recently, I lie to my own heart too much.

“The Saint, huh... If only I finish you... If only you were gone... Tch.”

Glint, murder was dwelling in the eyes of the girl glaring at me. However, like enduring something... fear...? No, there seems to be that too but...

Anyway, looks like she has circumstances too. However, since she is targeting Saint-sama, I can't overlook her as a guard.

“That is why, I will not make the choice to kill here.”

The promise with Mei. No, request?

Even if told how naive that is in such a dangerous world, I swore to stick to non-killing.

Because of a request from a beauty? Ah, yeah, well about 80% of the reason is that, but I don't want to hold the power of life and death over people lightly. Well, it's my nature.

Heh, laughing, I draw my sword.

Moving the index finger of my left hand chon-chon, I lightly provoke her and declare.

“Fine, bring it on. Let's dance properly this time.”

“Unfortunately, I don't have hands pretty enough to take someone's hand.”

My confidence is disappearing being turned down for dances like this—oops dangerous.

I dodge the knife of the girl who entered my bosom in an instant of opening to the right. Of course it's poison! The purple knife asserting that intensely.

If it hits, it's over in one shot. Even grazing is no good, apparently.

The opponent is fully intent on killing, and I am fully intent on capturing.

However, this time the guard target Saint-sama is not here. In other words, proof that I can fight freely like myself.

In addition, this is a straight narrow back alley.

Thanks to that, linear movements are easy to predict.

“—Whoops, dangerous! Seems you have a hobby of quite radical dancing!”

“Do you only have dance metaphors?”

“I don't!!”

Me fighting while dodging the approaching barrage of knives, using the small trick of using Sexual Shield in fine detail only when I can't dodge.

This assassin, surprisingly goes along with the conversation...

Also, somehow――――her movement is bad.

With my trained observation eye, perceiving that the next attack is a right haymaker with a large opening, I block the attack with the longsword held in my right hand.

And, the roundhouse kick launched aiming at the created opening hit clean on her empty waist.

“—Fuh... kkh!”

“Gua—hh!”

The girl blown away while groaning crashes into the wall of the back alley tumbling.

Ouch... I strengthened my body too much more than I thought.

I didn't think the benefit of leveling up would become a harmful effect...

“Fainted, huh.”

Running up to the girl, she seemed to have hit her head on the wall and was fainting while bleeding.

“With this wound, healing magic will manage so no problem. —Still, wonder if she's carrying something... she has bags under her eyes.”

Looking at the fainted girl's face up close, the sharpness in her eyes compared to when she was awake was gone, and her lovely features stood out.

If it were the usual me, I would harbor one or two... or three or four wicked feelings towards a beautiful girl's sleeping face, but the current me was thinking about something else.

“Hmm, even if I have the geographical advantage... she weakened too much.”

The girl when she attacked Saint-sama was stronger, and centered on accurate and powerful single blows as if backing up her strength and effort but... her in the fight just now used many rough attacks leaving it to magic strengthening.

Killing intent towards me, and fear harbored towards something else... there are piles of things I'm curious about, but for now let's take the girl home (physically) to the Royal Castle.

“Now, how to carry her. Princess carry stands out... well, safe piggyback is fine!!”

Heave-ho, heave-ho, the moment I piggybacked the girl trying not to be conscious as much as possible—squish, feeling the swelling of boobs through my back, my thinking stops.

“Is this—the road leading to Eden...?”

No no, I am in the middle of taking into custody the boobs targeting Saint-sama—efficient transport method boobs.

No good, my thinking is completely contaminated by boobs.

—No no wait. Isn't it unavoidable?

Surely everyone has experience right!? Like at a small village school attended in childhood, that thing where you can't forget the sensation of the chest touching when sitting next to a female classmate!!

Well, when I was a kid there were no kids but me so I wouldn't know.

Sun, returning to sanity, I—dozens of seconds later—started walking shedding tears with my thinking contaminated after all.

“Even if small, I learned that they certainly "exist" there. Thank you, tiny tits.”

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Upon entering through the castle’s back entrance—known only to a select few—I was greeted by Reese, whose eyebrows were twitching in a convulsing expression of rage.

Just as I thought, I’ve got a bad feeling about this, she drew her sword and spoke quietly.

"You bastard... you finally did it, didn't you..."

"No, I didn't. It’s not what you think, so put the sword down. —Hey, who the hell seriously tries to slash someone right off the bat!!"

"Silence, you pervert! No questions allowed!!"

"Don't give me that 'no questions allowed' crap!! The person on my back is the assassin who attacked us the other day!"

Reese froze, looking at me with a dubious expression. Her gaze seemed to say, What are you talking about?

No, well, I get it. The assassin’s voice back then was totally male, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they used some magic tool or spell. It was seamless.

"...Is that your death poem?"

"Does the option 'listen to what I have to say' not exist in your head...? I checked the weapon and poison, they match what the assassin used. Plus, she called me a Holy Knight the moment she saw me. It's definitely the same person."

Only after I explained that much did Reese finally lower her sword. ...She’s starting to look way more dangerous than the assassin, isn't she?

"I understand that this person is the assassin in question. But why didn't you kill her? Capture is pointless; assassins of this caliber won't spill information."

Hmph, Reese snorted, glaring hatefully at the girl on my back as she spoke.

The White Knight has low raw combat power but makes up for it with extensive mission experience. I’ve heard that includes things like torture.

Perhaps that's why Reese is so convinced the assassin won't talk.

"Killing everything in sight doesn't solve the problem. Besides, I'm curious why she was trying to kill me instead of Saint-sama, looking so desperate while doing it."

"Either way, targeting Saint-sama guarantees capital punishment. Furthermore, killing does solve things. It's about making an example and maintaining face. By letting him escape once, the Knighthood's reputation was crushed. It was a massive blunder. Therefore, capturing and executing the assailant by a knight's hand is the only way to restore our honor."

...Frustratingly, she has a point. Or rather, Reese is undoubtedly correct.

My refusal to kill is based entirely on my own selfishness and Mei’s wish. Considering the Knighthood as a whole, that reasoning is far too flimsy.

In the end, I'm just an individual. I can't go against the organization's will... well, considering I'm falsifying my identity as a Holy Knight when I'm actually a Sexual Knight, I'm already going against it plenty, aren't I?

"――――"

Seeing me fall silent, unable to argue, Reese let out a deep sigh (Haa...) and snorted loudly again.

"Hmph. However! However, I say! In the end, it was you who splendidly protected Saint-sama, while I could do nothing. If we are assigning blame for the escape, I am also to blame for failing to prevent the intrusion. And you have compensated for that blame by capturing the culprit."

"Meaning?"

When I asked quietly, Reese looked away and muttered.

"—Just this once. I am saying I will do as you say, just this once. I will entrust her initial treatment and interrogation entirely to you."

"Reese..."

"Hmph, you probably won't thank me anyway, just dodging the—"

"Thanks. Reese."

"Wha... Why do you hate thanking me that much!?!"

Reese shot her head up and barked at me upon seeing that I was thanking her with the bitterest face imaginable.

"Thanks. Reese."

"Liar. You definitely don't mean it."

No, I am super grateful. But at the same time, it’s humiliating... and frustrating.

I realized that Reese, in her own way, is trying to protect the Knighthood she cherishes. My own thoughtlessness stands out in contrast, which is humiliating, and it feels like I lost to Reese, which is frustrating.

"—I owe you one."

"What?"

"Just saying thanks and ending it there wouldn't satisfy either of us, right? So, this is a debt. I'll repay it someday."

When I said this with a face like I'd chewed a bitter bug, Reese blinked in surprise before letting out a scoffing laugh.

"That part of you... I hate it."

"Haaah!?!"

We really don't get along. Seriously.

Side: The Assailant

The assassin girl born in a poor village... Rosemary, was a very ordinary girl.

She admired flowers as beautiful, screamed at barbaric things, and blushed furiously at dirty jokes—a completely unremarkable girl.

—Until she received her Class.

At fifteen, she was granted the Class of Assassin.

Furthermore, Imperial law mandated that one must declare their granted Class, and the girl was no exception.

"An Assassin... Contact the higher-ups immediately."

"Um, what will happen to me..."

"Just wait a little while."

While the surrounding priests buzzed with noise, Rosemary waited, clutching her anxiety.

After a short time, a priest returned, looking at Rosemary with terrible pity, and cast a spell on her.

"Sleep."

"W-Why..."

Rosemary fell into slumber.

—The sight she saw upon waking was her home village destroyed, exposed to flames.

Those she had laughed with just yesterday were cruelly slaughtered; her parents, little brother, and friends had all vanished into the fire.

"Why—why would you do this..."

"Assassins are valuable. Because of their role, it would be problematic if an assassin's origins were traced. So, destroying it is the solution."

As she stood in a state of stupefaction, the Emperor extended his hand to Rosemary.

"Obey me, Rosemary. You don't want any more sacrifices, do you?"

Rosemary, having lost everything, had no choice but to accept that devil's contract. To prevent the Emperor from increasing the sacrifices any further.

To save ten thousand, she decided to discard ten.

She had no other choice.

—That is why, when she woke up, she realized she had failed and fell into despair.

"H-Here is..."

The dim place echoing with the drip-drip of water was undoubtedly a dungeon. She wasn't killed... probably to extract information.

...There is no longer any value in a failure like me.

I should quickly end my life and leave this world—thinking this, she swallowed the poison hidden in her back molar without hesitation.

"—Why?"

She didn't die. Why... why!

The poison was fast-acting. She should have died in agony seconds after ingesting it...

"—Suicide Prohibition (Peace Area). No matter who they are, no one can commit suicide within my space. Even with poison."

"White Knight... Tch."

The White Knight, a Class that stands as a twin peer to the Black Knight, is said to have low individual combat power, but their true terror Reese in their post-battle processing abilities.

『Suicide Prohibition (Peace Area)』, 『Loss of Will to Fight』, 『Forced Sensation』. They boast abilities specialized for every kind of torture; the White Knight is considered the one enemy you must never make.

"Attempting suicide the moment you realized you were captured... I commend your loyalty, even as an enemy."

"I have no loyalty—!!"

"Hoh? Well, I don't care either way, but I have not forgiven you for attacking Saint-sama."

"Then just kill me."

She glared at the blue-haired woman.

The hatred boiling within her body wouldn't disappear. Scorching pain and fear wrapped around her body and refused to let go.

That is why death would be a liberation.

"I would like to do exactly that. But some idiot insists on hearing you out."

"Hiii, everyone! Some idiot heeeere!"

Seeing the Holy Knight pop up from behind, acting completely goofy, pure murderous intent sprouted within me for the first time in a long while.

Crap, she's glaring daggers at me. Did I mess up? Well, I admit there was some malice in my entrance.

I couldn't stand the serious atmosphere and thought I'd lighten the mood, but it seems to have backfired. Yeah.

Jokes aside, I glanced at Reese.

"Let me talk to her alone for a bit."

"—She's within range of Suicide Prohibition (Peace Area). The limit is just in front of the dungeon door."

"Yeah, that's fine."

Actually, thanks to that skill, I can talk with peace of mind. I thought, What a torture-oriented skill she has.

Suicide Prohibition (Peace Area). It might sound peaceful at first glance, but in reality, it's the worst kind of skill that lets you inflict a living hell where the victim can't die even if they want to.

You could say it's a skill suited for someone with a nasty personality like Ree—ah, yes, it's nothing. ...Why is she turning around and glaring at me when I didn't even say it out loud?

"..."

"Alright, then."

Confirming that Reese closed the door, I turned to face the girl.

"Why did you target Saint-sama—you probably won't answer even if I ask, right?"

"......Why did you let me live?"

"Hmm, personal reasons? ...You see, I'm pretty good at reading people's expressions and emotions. That's why I was curious why there was fear, anger, and hatred mixed in with your killing intent when we fought."

"That surely must be emotion directed at you."

"No, that's wrong."

It wasn't that she was trembling in fear of me, the Sexual Knight. The killing intent was real. But I felt like even that was directed at Something else.

Being an assassin means she probably received a request from someone. Normally, emotions don't accompany that; one would move mechanically just to execute the mission.

But I felt an overwhelming surge of emotion from the girl. I reckoned she wasn't just a simple assassin.

"Won't you tell me why? Depending on the situation, I might be able to help you."

"Ha! What good is helping me! Only execution awaits me for attacking the Saint!"

I narrowed my eyes at her attitude, which seemed to desire execution.

...She doesn't look like someone desiring death out of loyalty. As I said before, guys like that usually lack a sense of self.

There's something there. However, extracting it is impossible. She definitely won't open her mouth.

"I really didn't want to use this, you know..."

There's no guarantee she'll talk anyway, but I only have one method left.

—I recall the conversation with the light emitter.

That incomprehensible existence who taught me how to use my power as a Sexual Knight. ...Although eighty percent of my memory of talking to him is gone, I remember just one thing.

"Well, this crude technique is just right for you, who uses things crudely."

『Don't call it crude. My heart is delicate, you know?』

"How dare you spout such nonsense when you're so brazen..."

『The only thing thick about me is my d*ck.』

"That part isn't particularly thick, is it?"

『Ah~ you just said the thing you shouldn't say. I snapped. Snap, I tell you. —Wait, why do you know the girth of my son!?』

"We are one in body and soul (physically), after all."

No, no, that's not the part to remember.

Uhh... surely after this...

"Now, you must not use this technique recklessly. In the worst case, you will become a sex offender."

『What kind of warning is that...!?』

"So to speak, this technique is the power to intake the energy accumulated by the opponent you touch. You can think of it like abiding by the dosage and administration of a potion."

『Haa.』

"However, the essence of this technique is not in intaking energy. —It lies in stealing sexual desire from others."

『Stealing... sexual desire... —Sorry, but I believe being honest with sexual desire is a human virtue. So if it's a technique that takes that away, I won't use it.』

"Fufu, that is an answer very like you. But there is no problem. Sexual desire recovers over time."

『Tell me that first!』

"Now, now. ...And, the opponent whose sexual desire is stolen will temporarily fall into a state of total body lethargy and apathy. No matter how strong their motivation or motive, they are powerless before this technique. —Its name is..."

I opened the iron bars using the jail key I swiped from Reese without her noticing.

To prepare for a breakout, the prisoner has a magic tool called a "Suction Magic Tool" on their wrist that continuously drains magical power, so there's no worry there.

"W-What are you planning?"

The girl looked at me with eyes faintly tinged with fear as I suddenly entered the cell. ...Kukuku, I'll twist that face in shame... with this technique!

"If you absolutely won't talk—I have no choice but to ask your body!"

"...Hmph! You're a man after all. But if you think I'll open my mouth for something like that, you're dead wr—"

I charged magical power into my right hand, touched the girl's head, and activated the skill.

"Touch the Grip of Sex (Libido)!!"

"—Ahn...!!!"

In that instant, the girl let out a sensual voice, and tremendous energy gathered—right in my lower abdomen... in other words, my son.

Gyuin gyuin!! The energy gathered.

"Kuh—Crap!"

I hurriedly took a forward-leaning posture.

It would be bad if she realized I had a full erection. At this rate, I'll turn into just a pervert who gets fully erect touching a female body.

"—Nn, kuh... Haa... ahn...!"

"This is bad...!"

Even during that, the absorption of energy didn't stop, and the changes weren't limited to just my body.

"My sexual desire... I can't suppress it...!"

Everything I saw started looking erotic.

A jail cell? No, isn't this the perfect situation?

Don't add a bondage situation to a silver-haired, flat-chested, cross-dressing assassin. I'll get hard. Ah, I'm already hard.

—Stealing sexual desire.

This isn't just sucking out a person's erotic desires.

Sexual desire is, so to speak, the root of Ki. Motivation, killing intent, the urge to do it... it governs various motivations.

Touch the Grip of Sex (Libido) is a skill that converts such impulses (libido) into 100% pure sexual desire and steals it by the root.

Therefore, the higher the motivation of the guy I steal from, the higher the purity of sexual desire absorbed into me.

In other words—

—I was rock hard.

...Okay, calm down. Control it. My own desire.

Drowning in desire is shameful. Besides, even if I drowned in desire here, I ultimately wouldn't break my "loser virgin" mentality.

In other words, I couldn't attack the beautiful girl with dead-fish eyes in front of me; I could only dash back to my room at full speed and comfort myself.

How empty. But this is who I am.

"Phew..."

Thinking that way calmed me down.

Even now, bubbling, boiling sexual desire is swirling inside me, but I endured it with tough mental strength and asked the girl in front of me.

"What is your name?"

A heart-pounding moment.

Then, the girl opened her mouth slightly.

"...Rosemary."

"I see, Rosemary. Why did you attack Saint-sama?"

She answered...! It seems Touch the Grip of Sex (Libido) showed its efficacy just as I predicted.

She continued answering.

"...I can't say that—no... I guess nothing matters anymore... ...It was the order of the Emperor of the Atakanta Empire, Luke Wells..."

"The Atakanta Empire..."

So it was the Empire. Well, we've been in a cold war with the Kingdom forever. If anyone was going to do something, it could only be the Empire.

But the fact that the assassin spilled the client's name here is important.

And here in the Kingdom, a certain degree of amnesty is granted to those who bring useful information. ...I don't know if amnesty applies after attacking Saint-sama, but you can never have too much material.

...Well, ultimately, the idea that the girl... Rosemary is carrying some burden is just my imagination... but I'm about to hear it.

"Hey, why did you attack me, Rosemary? Did the Emperor's request include killing me too?"

"...I was born in a very ordinary village."

—Rosemary explained her past and the sequence of events leading to her attempt to kill me in order.

The Class of Assassin granted to her just as she was born in an ordinary village and trying to enjoy ordinary happiness.

That it reached the Emperor's ears, and he destroyed Rosemary's village so the Assassin's origins wouldn't be traced.

That she tried to become a deterrent for the Emperor as an Assassin to prevent useless sacrifices.

But because she failed, she would never again be effective as a deterrent to the Emperor. Even so, believing that killing the Holy Knight was the way to save innocent citizens from being sacrificed, she set foot in the Kingdom.

"...That's a terrible story."

Hearing everything, I frowned and openly revealed my disgust. It's a completely screwed-up story. It was the moment I understood just how ugly humans can be.

...My crotch throbs in sheer rage.

"Why didn't you say that? I don't think you have any loyalty to the Empire."

At the very least, if she had told us that much information from the start, she might have been saved. It's a dirty story, but even from the standpoint of sympathy, her life is filled with tragedy.

When I asked with that nuance, she laughed faintly while keeping her dead-fish eyes.

"No matter the circumstances of the past, I am the one who decided to dye myself in darkness as an Assassin. I don't need sympathy. If you're going to kill me, just kill me—nothing matters anymore."

With that, Rosemary spoke no more.