Chapter 119 - Obtaining an Exclusive Weapon

Alright, it’s time to crush the Kingdom of Niosebuk.

While I was busy spinning webs of political subversion, I eventually reached a much simpler conclusion: “This is too slow.” and “Scum like them need to stop breathing as soon as possible.”

So, I’m going to flatten them. Violence solves everything instantly.

I feel a bit bad for Queen Laevateinn, who went to all the trouble of planning a meticulous covert operation, but I can’t just sit around while the victims of that "Tiger-Wolf Nation" continue to suffer. There’s no more time to waste.

The former King who led that shithole of a country has already been assassinated. Now, his sons are acting like they own the place and making everyone’s lives miserable. I guess I just have to kill them too?

Apparently, the one making the most noise in the succession struggle is the Third Prince, a guy named Gangastra. If I take him out, maybe that country will finally settle down and stop being a nuisance. If another troublemaker pops up, I’ll just kill them too. It’s a necessary chore. Sex should be enjoyed in a peaceful world, after all.

"Sex & Peace." Or rather, "Love & Peace."

So, for now, I’m heading out to assassinate the Third Prince. He’s likely tucked away deep within the Niosebuk capital, currently busy bullying the lower-ranked successors to solidify his seat on his father’s throne. I’ll be sending him to join his father very soon.

To do that, I need to get him in front of me. Time to head for the Niosebuk heartland.

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"Wait a second, Sao!"

A voice called out to stop me just as I was about to depart. It was Septekifa, the dwarf girl. My starting point for this leg of the journey was the Dwarven Smith-Nation; hearing about Niosebuk's arrogance here was what finally made me snap.

"Septekifa."

I spoke to her with the lingering affection of a lover. Well, we’ve already shared bodies, so she is my lover.

"Don't worry. I’m going to take full responsibility for snapping the Niosebuk crowd like twigs. I’ll rescue your mother and wipe away every bit of the Dwarven Kingdom’s suffering."

"If you say it, I guess it’ll happen," she replied. "Even the Earth Spirit recognized you. The things you do are so far beyond common sense that it feels stupid to even doubt you."

I'll take that as a sign of trust. I have a habit of wanting to save any woman I’ve held, so if she’s at ease, that’s all that matters.

"But the dwarf problem should have been solved by dwarves. It weighs on my heart to make you shoulder everything alone..."

"Don't you worry about it."

Dwarves are craftsmen; they aren't built for raw, violent conflict. But being gentle isn't a reason to be trampled on by thugs like those in Niosebuk. Trash that oppresses others deserves a proper reckoning. If my abilities can serve to execute that justice, then they’re well worth using.

"At least... I want to help you in a way befitting a dwarf. Will you take this?"

"Hmm?"

Septekifa handed me a heavy, long object made entirely of metal. A metal pole? It had significant weight, hardness, and length.

"It’s a steel staff forged with the pinnacle of dwarven technology! You can’t use your skills unless you have a weapon like this, right? Take it as a lucky charm...!"

"Oh...!"

I finally got a proper weapon. Until now, I’d just been using whatever was lying around. My 'Divine Calling' [Pole Master] comes with the [Pole Arts (SS)] skill, allowing me to master any pole-like weapon, so I usually fight by swinging sticks. But since sticks are everywhere, I’d just been grabbing whatever was handy.

Now, I finally have a dedicated weapon! And it’s dwarven-made! Dwarven weapons are basically on the level of Mjolnir or Stormbreaker, right?

"I used Adamantite. I took the highest grade ore from the Great Mine and forged it myself. It’ll snap any mass-produced sword just by swinging it."

"You made this yourself, Septekifa?"

"What, you got a problem with that? I might be half-human, but I’m still a dwarf. I’ve mastered the forge well enough."

The technical specs were one thing, but knowing that a woman I had once used as a flesh-toy put her heart and soul into making this for me made my own "pole" throb with excitement!

"I’m happy! So happy! I’ll treasure this forever!"

"Idiot, a weapon’s pride is in being used until it breaks. Its purpose is to protect the wielder at the cost of its own body."

"Septekifa...!"

"Don't hold back. Break it and come back alive. Every time you do, I’ll forge you something even stronger."

The overwhelming warmth of her feelings soaked into my very bones.

"Thank you!!"

"Kyaah?!"

Overcome with emotion, I pulled Septekifa into a tight embrace. We already knew each other's skin. Guided by instinct, I pressed my lips to hers and let my tongue invade.

Mwah... slurp... lick... ❤️❤️

I poured my gratitude into my tongue, licking every corner of the inside of her mouth—her tongue, the back of her lips, her cheeks, her gums, and every single tooth.

"Hah... hff... ❤️❤️"

My gratitude seemed to hit home; Septekifa’s body spasmed and went limp. I took the chance to strip her naked, spread her legs in one fluid motion, and thrust inside.

"Ngh! ❤️❤️ Your cock! Your cock!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Septekifa, you’ve really developed a habit for being violated."

There was zero resistance in her canal; in fact, it felt like she was sucking the penis in. We ended up having sex right then and there. But since I didn't know when I’d see her again once I left the country, a "final plow" felt appropriate.

"I’ll definitely crush Niosebuk and bring your mother back. We’ll have sex again then."

"We will! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Again and again and again! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Every day, pounding my pussy! ❤️❤️ Deep cock sex! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Septekifa seemed to prefer my "flesh pole" even more than the steel staff she had forged. Since we’d be apart for a while, I figured I should leave her with a parting gift. I activated my [Impregnation Switch].

"I'm pouring in the semen that will definitely make you pregnant! Conceive my seed!!"

"I'm conceiving! ❤️❤️ I'm carrying Sao's child! ❤️❤️ My dwarven blood is getting even thinner... but I want to birth a child with the man I love! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Nghhh!! Haaah!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Septekifa, the dwarf girl: pregnant. She was a fine flesh-toy.

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After the morning-after farewell, I finally departed the Dwarven Smith-Nation. Destination: the root of all evil, the Kingdom of Niosebuk.

It was a hell of a detour, but it was a good country. I got a great souvenir, too. An Adamantite Staff... I guess I’ll call it the Adamantite Pole. Though, the material matters less than the person who made it. Knowing Septekifa put her heart into it so I’d return safely... I could probably masturbate to that fact three times.

"..."

I felt like testing it out.

"Skill: 《Extend》."

This skill allows me to change the length of any pole-like object I hold. The Adamantite Pole in my hand extended with the speed of a lightning bolt, punched a tiny hole in a single leaf by the roadside, and returned to its original length instantly.

If the force wasn't perfectly concentrated, that wouldn't happen; the whole leaf would have disintegrated! I felt like a character in a battle manga. Plus, Septekifa must have understood my skills well, because its base length is quite short—roughly the size of a drumstick—making it perfect for carrying.

I really did get a great gift... but.

There’s one thing that bothers me. The design of the tip of this Adamantite Pole... it’s awfully... rounded? And the rim is... raised? It looks exactly like a glans!

This was clearly modeled after something specific. Something I’m incredibly familiar with. Septekifa must have really been thinking of me while she forged this. I’ll treasure it. I feel a bit bad for the enemies who are going to be impaled and killed by this "glans-pole," though.

Anyway, time to leave the dwarven memories behind and look forward. I have a problem to solve.

To recap: My goal is to infiltrate Niosebuk and kill the Third Prince. He’s the number one candidate for the throne. If killing him doesn't fix things, I’ll just kill the other princes one by one. I’m sorry to mess up Queen Laevateinn’s plans, but I believe this is the best way.

But there’s a problem. How do I get to the heart of Niosebuk? More specifically, how do I find where the Prince is? I have no guide, no map, and zero confidence that I can complete the mission by just wandering aimlessly in a foreign land. My journey is hitting a snag right at the start.

Crossing the border and getting through the Coalition to the Dwarven Kingdom was all following the Queen’s orders; it felt like I was on rails. From here on, everything is up to my own discretion. My success depends entirely on my own skill.

But it’s okay. I have a plan.

One of my companions who is currently on maternity leave—the genius magical engineer, Beaker—left a strategy for me. A plan for "Rearguard Disruption." By infiltrating Niosebuk and conducting guerrilla activities like attacking bases and cutting supply lines, I can hinder their operations.

If our people did this directly, it would be an undeniable act of war, so she came up with a clever disguise. That’s where my genius flesh-toy Beaker-chan showed her brilliance. What material did she use for this guerrilla warfare?

...Goblins.

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"Boss! I'm so glad you're safe!!"

After infiltrating Niosebuk, I successfully made contact. Goblins—once hateful, difficult enemies—were now perfectly obedient and submissive.

"I can't believe the Boss came all this way to see us! Welcome! But for you to personally show up at the front lines... did we make a mistake in our work?!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. I’m the one who changed the plans on a whim..."

This goblin... hasn't her personality changed a bit too much? She’s way too submissive.

I thought that because I had fought this goblin before. She had attacked a remote hot spring inn, plotting to slaughter everyone inside. Because she was so cruel, I had retaliated without mercy and captured their leader. But the leader of that goblin tribe was special.

Normal goblins don't obey humans no matter how much you train them. They don't have the intelligence to follow orders. But the mutated goblin from the hot spring had it. Beaker used that intelligence and adjusted her so she could be utilized. Classic genius Beaker-chan.

And there’s one more thing that makes this goblin special. Not only is she intelligent...

...She’s a female type.

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