Chapter 101 Wishful Thinking (NSFW +18)
Chapter 101 Wishful Thinking (NSFW +18)
The group woke feeling much better. Iryoku stirred first, finding himself lying between Yumi and Reika, with Alessandra stretched out beside them. Only Agnes sat apart, stiff and quiet in the corner of the carriage.
Iryoku rose, fastening his armor piece by piece in silence.
Yumi stirred next, rubbing her eyes with a sleepy yawn.
“Morning already?” she mumbled, tugging her clothes back into place—her bare chest still exposed in the cool air.
Reika was already running her fingers through her tangled hair. Like Yumi, she, too, was bare on top, and quickly began fixing her clothes. She gave Yumi a small nod, faintly smiling through the haze of morning.
Alessandra groaned and tried to stay down a little longer, but eventually forced herself upright with a reluctant sigh.
Agnes, meanwhile, kept to her corner, posture tense, unsure how to approach the others. A dull cramp ran through her body, likely from sitting in such an awkward position for too long.
Iryoku fastened the last piece of his gear, then suddenly dashed out of the carriage.
“I’ll be back.”
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Yumi, Reika, and Alessandra exchanged looks of relief. Seeing him recovered lifted a heavy weight from their hearts.
Reika turned to Agnes.
“Are you feeling alright, Princess?”
Agnes’s eyes widened.
“Ah—yes, I’m fine, Lady Reika. And… please, don’t call me Princess anymore. The truth is, I never really was. Father only allowed me that title for a short while.” Her gaze dropped to the floor.
The girls sensed her unease. Reika offered a gentle smile.
“Then you should stop calling us ‘Lady’ too. Just use our names.”
Yumi leaned in eagerly.
“There’s no formality between us. Think of it like being sisters. Actually—no, we are sisters, don’t you think?” She glanced between Reika and Alessandra.
Alessandra thought for a moment.
“ Sisters sounds good.” She tilted her head slightly.
Yumi’s eyes lit up with sudden excitement.
“You know, that’s actually kind of amazing. I never had siblings before. But if we’re choosing roles… I think Alessandra-sensei is definitely the big sister!”
Reika smiled faintly.
“I have a lot of siblings, but back home we barely interact. Too much pressure, too many duties… too many expectations.” She turned toward Yumi with a teasing grin.
“I guess that makes you the little sister by default, haha.”
Yumi puffed her cheeks in protest.
“Wait—wasn’t your birthday in February? Mine’s in January! So clearly, I’m the big sister. Well… the middle sister, at least!” She crossed her arms smugly.
Reika planted her hands on her hips, looking down at Yumi’s short stature and baby face. The claim sounded comical—though Yumi did have the largest chest of them all, and strikingly wide hips.
“Really, you think so?” Reika teased.
The two began nudging each other, shoulder to shoulder, until it turned into a playful shoving match.
Watching them, Alessandra finally allowed herself to smile. She turned to Agnes.
“So… from now on—” she gestured toward the two bickering girls, “—you’ll be our sister too.”
Agnes trembled, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Uuu… sisters…” she sobbed.
The others rushed to comfort her, but Agnes quickly wiped her face and forced a shaky smile.
“I’m sorry, I’m fine… really. Thank you.”
Her voice softened, almost too shy to be heard.
“Then… that makes me the oldest, doesn’t it?” The words faded, wrapped in nervous hesitation.
She cleared her throat, trying again.
“Let me explain properly. You can call me… Agnes. Just Agnes. I’m forty-five years old.” Her face flushed as her index fingers fidgeted together.
“Because of my half-elf blood, once I reached adulthood… my aging slowed.”
“Ohhh…” the girls reacted together, recalling that barbarian bastard’s cruel words about her true age.
“Well, to me it doesn’t change much,” Alessandra said warmly. “I’d still guess you’re in your early twenties.”
Reika, finally breaking off her playful duel with Yumi, chimed in.
“I’d say twenty-four—slightly older than Sensei.”
Yumi added quickly,
“And older than Iryoku, of course. Though with those tired, mean-looking eyes of his, sometimes he looks older than he really is. He’s twenty. His birthday’s in December, wait…” She tilted her head, counting on her fingers. “What day is it today, again?”
Reika tapped her chin, thoughtful.
“I think it’s been… three, maybe four months since we got here.”
Alessandra only nodded—she couldn’t be certain given her own circumstances.
“Then it should be around September or October,” Yumi muttered, relieved. “Good. We haven’t missed his birthday yet.”
“Hopefully, we’ll be back home by then,” Reika added softly.
Unnoticed by them, every word struck Agnes like needles, her chest tightening with each casual remark.
A few minutes later, Iryoku returned, carrying a freshly hunted animal over his shoulder. He dropped it onto the grass and turned to the girls just stepping out of the carriage.
“I checked the whole area. No signs of pursuers or anyone else—just animals and a few monsters. That shot from yesterday must’ve held them back a little.”
Yumi hurried over and clung to his arm, pressing her chest against him.
“Hey, listen to this, Iryoku! Reika keeps saying I’m the little sister. But that’s not true—I’m a month older than her! Don’t you think she should call me onee-chan and show me some respect?”
Iryoku smiled, about to answer, when Reika suddenly grabbed his other arm, pressing her breasts against him as well.
“Don’t listen to her! Clearly she looks younger, and I’m taller. She should be my cute little sister. Come on, Yumi—call me onee-sama.” She laughed softly.
The two girls locked arms, shoving each other in a playful standoff.
“Call me onee-chan!” Yumi demanded.
“Call me onee-sama!” Reika shot back.
Alessandra stood behind them, smiling faintly at the warm atmosphere.
Iryoku watched them bicker, thinking how precious the moment was—until his thoughts wandered somewhere dangerous. With sudden mischief, he wrapped both girls up in a big hug.
“My adorable imoutos can’t be this cute. You really love your onii-chan, don’t you? Hehehe.” His grin twisted into a perverted smirk.
But instead of blushing, Yumi and Reika pulled back with matching frowns.
“Ugh, you totally ruined it,” Yumi muttered, though a laugh slipped out.
Reika made a face, chuckling as well. She turned toward Yumi, then Alessandra and Agnes—who peeked nervously from behind Alessandra.
“You know… I think Iryoku’s more like the ojisan of the group, don’t you think?”
Yumi burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s perfect!”
Even Alessandra couldn’t hold back, laughing harder than the rest. “Hahaha! That’s it—you’re the ojisan now.”
Iryoku frowned, but shameless as always, he only pulled the two girls back into his arms, his hands wandering dangerously over their curves.
“Oh, even better. Come here, my little nieces. Uncle’s got some tasty candy for you… hehehe.”
After more playful banter, the group finally worked together to prepare the animal. Soon, it was roasting over a small bonfire, the clearing filled with the smell of cooking meat.
Agnes still didn’t know how to interact with Iryoku. He hadn’t looked her way even once since they’d entered the carriage yesterday. It was as if she didn’t exist. But she couldn’t blame him. After all, she was the one who had dragged them away from their world.
She looked down at the roasted meat in her hand, took a small bite, and chewed in silence. Almost without realizing it, another cramp pulled at her body. For a moment, her mind wandered—was the baby kicking?
Her gaze drifted toward Iryoku. He sat near the girls, tossing chunks of meat into the air and catching them effortlessly with his mouth. The girls laughed and cheered at his playful display.
“You shouldn’t play with your food,” Alessandra scolded lightly.
Iryoku only grinned, handing out more meat—never once glancing in Agnes’s direction. Her portion had come from Alessandra, who seemed unconcerned by the tension hanging in the air.
Still, Agnes couldn’t shake the feeling. Despite everything that had happened, everyone was acting almost unnaturally cheerful—like they were on vacation, or desperately trying to forget something...
They soon finished packing and continued traveling through the forest, careful to avoid the roads and any sign of people. But with each passing hour, Agnes felt the pressure mounting. Her nerves frayed.
All they did was eat, talk about everyday menial things, and keep moving. Two days passed like that, and never once did she hear mention of a goal—or even which direction they were heading. She didn’t dare ask. She didn’t feel she had the trust, or the right, to speak up.
She only spoke when the girls spoke to her. They were kind, even tried to draw her in, but Agnes noticed something peculiar: none of them ever mentioned her in front of Iryoku. It was as if they knew—she couldn’t talk to him. She shouldn’t. The girls never encouraged it, though they never said so aloud.
Meanwhile, Iryoku acted cheerful. He joked, played with the girls, and sank into increasingly perverted affection with Reika and Yumi—and with Alessandra too, though in less brazen ways.
When night fell again, the group bedded down inside the carriage.
Agnes slipped out in the middle of the night to relieve herself. Moving slowly, eyes half-lidded with sleep, she walked to the river, summoning Aqua, her spirit, for protection and cleansing.
Just as she was about to find a good spot, she froze. Strange sounds—clapping flesh, muffled moans—echoed from nearby. Curious, she stepped back quietly and peered behind a tree.
Her eyes widened.
There, hidden in the shadows, Iryoku was holding Yumi in the air, pounding her mercilessly. His hips smacked against her thighs with lewd, wet sounds.
“Ahhhh—it’s so good!” Yumi moaned, her voice trembling.
“Do you like that, my love?” Iryoku growled, thrusting harder, kissing her deeply between words. “Come on—get pregnant. Nothing would make me happier than you giving me a child.” His voice was rough, almost desperate, like it was his truest wish.
“Ahhh—it’s too deep, I’m gonna die—!” Yumi’s words broke apart into breathless cries. Iryoku slammed into her one final time and held her there, buried to the hilt.
“Ahhh—ahhh—ahhhhhh!” Yumi screamed as his release gushed inside her. Hot seed flooded her womb, overflowing and dripping from where they were joined.
He kissed her again, hungrily, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as if afraid she would vanish.
“Ahhh—I love you!” he roared.
And all of it… was witnessed by Agnes.
Crouched behind the tree, she saw everything, heard everything. A painful mix of jealousy and sorrow welled in her chest. Why was she always the one burdened with hardship? Since birth, her life had been nothing but decline and disillusionment.
For Yumi, it was all romance and love. But for her… she had been violated by Iryoku, attacked in a way she never wanted. And yet, that violation had given her what she desired most: the chance to be pregnant. Silent sobs shook her shoulders. I hate being ignored… it’s the worst... Just like him. Her mind flashed back to her father, and the way he had always treated her.
Her hand drifted to her belly. My child… I promise you will have everything I never had. All the love, all the care. I’ve been waiting for you for so long… finally, my son. And one day… we will be acknowledged.
She smiled faintly at the thought, holding her stomach tenderly as she waited. Soon, Iryoku and Yumi left the riverside. Agnes exhaled deeply, finally able to relieve herself. She lifted her clothes, squatted, and let go, her body shuddering from the long-held strain.
When she stood and turned toward Aqua, her water spirit, to clean herself, her eyes froze on the ground.
Blood.
“Eh?…” she gasped in horror.