Chapter 137 New Companions (NSFW +18) (Illustration) (One year Anniversary)
Chapter 137 New Companions
Moto, Goka, and their warriors charged ahead on their mounts, disappearing into the storm and leaving Iryoku and the girls behind.
Moments later, Iryoku and the girls burst out of the forest and into a wide clearing.
Snow hammered down from the night sky, and a violent flash of light cut across the battlefield—two groups of warriors tearing into each other in the dark.
Iryoku’s eyes swept the chaos.
The girls reacted with him—especially Alessandra.
At the center stood an androgynous man with long red hair—Bereket, the blessed child.
His pristine golden robes were shredded and scorched, his body battered, his face twisted with rage.
A barrier of solid golden light shimmered around him, empowering his knights and priests.
Surrounding him: a massive swarm of zealots, knights, clerics—his whole damn army—crashing into Katherine’s people and Moto’s gang.
Iryoku’s face twisted with disbelief.
“I thought this bastard died to the lake monster…?”
The girls leaned forward beside him, equally shocked.
He analyzed the battlefield.
On one side: the Dominion of Light cult.
On the other: Moto’s human gang and Katherine’s demihuman fighters, resisting desperately while protecting the recently freed demihuman slaves.
Then his gaze landed on the demihuman side—
Moto, Goka, and several warriors had reached Katherine’s fainted body.
She was surrounded by her people, healers kneeling around her, casting recovery magic under the shelter of a large black cloak.
Then something else caught Iryoku’s eye—
Off to the side, in the middle of the chaos, the elephant-man Elmer—the one Iryoku had trusted to protect Christina—was fighting two zealot knights.
His massive fists swung with raw, desperate strength—clumsy, but relentless.
Behind him, Christina lay motionless on the snow, her eyes open but hollow—like she’d lost the will to live.
Iryoku growled:
“Wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Then he rushed forward, pushing his speed past its limit, weaving through the battlefield.
His harpoon-blade carved through bodies, leaving brutal streaks of black energy in his path.
Elmer threw another exhausted punch, but the knights—glowing with strange golden light—barely reacted.
His limbs were torn with wounds, his breath ragged. He was about to collapse.
Then—
CRACK!
A whip-like blast ripped through the air.
The knights charging at Elmer collapsed where they stood—decapitated instantly, blood spraying across the snow.
Iryoku landed beside them, his harpoon-blade glowing with violent black energy.
“Thanks, buddy,” he muttered as he passed Elmer, touching his shoulder before lifting Christina into his arms.
Elmer nodded weakly. “No… thank you, brother. You saved our people.”
Iryoku didn’t look back. “Prepare to run. Gather everyone.”
Then he vanished.
He reappeared near Moto, Goka, and an older scarred man—Varek. The veteran held Katherine’s weapons: her rapier in one hand and her magic revolvers in the other, a black hat with a quill tucked under his arm. Katherine lay unconscious on the snow, covered by a heavy black cloak.
They all turned sharply as Iryoku arrived, Christina limp in his arms.
Iryoku spoke sharply:
“You must go. Take all these people with you. My girls and I will pull their attention away from you.”
Goka barked back, confused and angry: “What—why?! We should all fight together! Didn’t we just beat that demon? These guys are nothing compared to that!”
Iryoku shook his head. “True… but we’re tired. And there are too many. If we fight now, there’ll be a lot of casualties. And that bastard’s golden magic is a problem.” He pointed toward the distant figure of the blessed child.
“These Dominion bastards are chasing us. Once we leave, they’ll follow. Use that time to save these people. Get them back to your city.”
He glanced at Katherine one last time—then jumped, disappearing in a blur.
Just in time for Katherine to open her eyes, catching only a glimpse of him fading out of sight.
Goka gritted his teeth. “Tch… just who does he think he is, giving orders to us?”
Moto exhaled shakily. “Boss… the boss is waking up!” He looked relieved.
Iryoku rushed back to the carriage and landed hard. The girls were already fighting, flinging spells at the advancing Dominion forces.
Alessandra and Rhogan stood at the front with Katherine’s warriors, smashing back anyone who got close.
BOOM!
Alessandra’s magic cannon fired—blasting a golden knight across the snow.
But he simply stood up and charged again.
“Damn it—this fucking light!” Alessandra snarled.
The girls turned as Iryoku arrived—this time carrying a limp Christina in his arms.
“Time to go, girls. Now.”
Yumi’s eyes widened the moment she saw her. She rushed forward, gently took Christina from him, and carried her into the carriage. Reika and Agnes climbed in after her.
Rhogan was already strapped to the harness—Alessandra had finished the setup in seconds.
Iryoku leapt to the roof of the carriage.
“Alessandra. Up here.”
She obeyed instantly, landing beside him. Her eyes stayed locked on him, waiting for instructions. He only lifted his dagger and pointed it across the battlefield.
Together, they glared at Bereket—still radiating that burning golden blessing across his army.
“HEY! MOTHERFUCKER!” Iryoku roared.
Bereket’s head snapped toward them.
His gaze hit Alessandra—and froze.
His eyes went wide.
Iryoku suddenly yanked Alessandra against him from behind.
She squeaked.
“W-wait—n-nani?! Nani?!”
Her entire face went nuclear red as he leaned in, pressing close.
His hips pushed into her backside.
From far away, they looked like lovers—an intimate embrace on the roof of a carriage surrounded by chaos.
He kissed her cheek.
Alessandra nearly collapsed—legs shaking, breath short and hot.
Her eyes lifted to his face, half-closed and dazed.
Yumi, Reika, and Agnes all gawked from the hatch—eyes wide, jaws open.
Iryoku stared straight at Bereket.
“If you want her—come take her from me, fucker!”
He lifted his middle finger.
Alessandra couldn’t look away from him—completely stunned, everything in her body buzzing.
WUUUUSH—
Bereket’s golden aura snapped and warped, flaring violently.
His face contorted—ugly, furious, almost feral.
“FILTHY HERETIC! RETURN BLAZE TO ME!” he roared, his androgynous voice cracking into a thunderous, operatic rage.
“All faithful followers of the Light—GO! Retrieve her! NOW!
She is the chosen one! The reincarnation of our Holy Mother!”
Every cleric reacted instantly, expressions contorting with zeal and fury.
They abandoned their previous targets at once.
Knights rushed to load their leader into a horse-pulled carriage.
Others mounted their own stallions, reorganizing in seconds.
Iryoku’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin.
He lifted Alessandra into a princess carry. “Ah—! Iryoku—!” she gasped, her heartbeat exploding even harder, breath trembling.
“Let’s go, girls. We have their attention.”
“Rhogan!”
The earth-spirit rhino surged forward, thundering north with the carriage in tow.
The entire Dominion army roared and charged after Iryoku and the girls—
Katherine’s group seized the chance and slipped west.
“Quickly! To the frontier!” Moto ordered. “We must cross and reach the dwarven lands!”
“It’s working,” Iryoku said with a grin as they thundered across the snow. He still carried Alessandra, who had her face buried in his chest.
“…c-can you put me down…?” she whispered, barely audible.
He smiled, set her gently on her feet, and helped her into the front driver’s seat. She didn’t look back—just stared forward, trying to calm her racing heart.
A cold mist hit his back.
Iryoku turned toward the hatch—Aqua was spraying healing mist over him.
“Ahh… that feels great, thanks, honey,” he muttered.
Reika popped her head through the other hatch on the carriage roof.
“What’s your plan?”
Iryoku grinned.
“No plan. Just run. Same as always. This’ll buy the slaves time to escape.”
His expression shifted, eyes narrowing—
FWOOOM—
A massive golden arrow slammed into the snow beside them and exploded.
Reika was already weaving a massive spell.
“Lightning Storm!”
A dome of lightning detonated behind them, slowing the Dominion riders.
“Agnes!” Iryoku shouted.
“Yes!” she answered immediately.
“Do you know this area? Any shortcuts—anything?”
Agnes thought quickly.
“There should be a mountain range ahead! If we stay parallel to it—and the canyon—we can—”
Another golden flare exploded behind them.
Iryoku braced himself, harpoon-blade raised, leben surging through his arms—
Then he stopped cold.
Something was approaching.
A massive wolf—broad as a horse and crowned with a single huge horn—burst through the snow, charging up behind them and kicking up a blizzard in its wake as it unleashed a thunderous howl.
The rider rose smoothly to her feet atop the wolf, effortless and balanced.
A sleek black hat with a feather hid her cat ears, and her long black cloak whipped violently in the wind.
A dark mouth mask concealed her beautiful, scarred face—but her golden feline eyes cut through the night like blades.
She turned toward the Dominion forces just as another golden arrow streaked toward them.
With perfect precision she flicked her magic-coated rapier—
“Parade.”
She deflected the holy projectile with flawless grace, then instantly followed with a sharp counter-slash—
“Riposte.”
The golden light screamed back toward its caster, boosted by her own strength.
Bereket and his warriors paralyzed in shock—
BOOOOOM—
A golden blast erupted among them, swallowing several knights whole.
The rider leapt off the wolf and landed cleanly on the moving carriage.
The wolf veered into the forest and vanished between the trees.
“Why are you here?!” Iryoku blurted.
Katherine slid her rapier back into its sheath.
Her voice returned to its usual low register—her masculine persona sliding back into place.
“I have an agreement… to honor.”
Iryoku raised an eyebrow. “What are you, a samurai?” Then he smirked.
“Then tell me how to lose them. You know this region, Kat—”
Katherine suddenly lost her footing as the carriage bounced— Iryoku lunged forward, catching her by the arm with one hand and by the waist with the other.
“What are you doing? You’re not fully recovered yet, dumbass.” His voice—surprisingly—held a hint of worry. “Get inside the carriage.”
She steadied instantly. “I’m fine.”
But the girls saw everything through the hatches—
the rough delinquent holding the elegant, soft-featured “prince-like” Mr. K.
Yumi, Reika, and Agnes all gaped, stunned into silence.
Even Alessandra glanced back, visibly taken aback.
Reika whispered, “Isn’t that… BL?” Mr. K’s androgynous, handsome look made it hard to tell at a glance.
Yumi spun toward her, scandalized.
“I’m surprised a noble lady like you even knows about that! Are you… perhaps a rotten woman?”
Reika scoffed, flicking her long hair. “It takes one to know one. And no—I am not into that genre.”
Yumi puffed her cheeks.
“Iryoku, I didn’t know you had that in you… and I don’t like that genre either…”
Iryoku barked a laugh.
“This feels like a cliché development. Maybe I’ve just got too much testosterone. You know—”
He grinned wickedly.
“—a hole is a hole. Hehehe.”
He rolled with the joke, not bothering to explain Katherine’s actual gender.
To the girls, Mr. K was still that suave, mysterious noble guy—the same one who had once brawled with Iryoku.
Agnes didn’t understand the foreign words Yumi and Reika were using, but she understood the implication—and she wrongfully took it to heart.
“Maybe this is my fault… for not letting him do that with me… back then…” she whispered, guilt curling tight inside her chest.
Her fingers clenched into a tight fist.
Alessandra shot Iryoku a raised eyebrow—
“….”
—but she just turned her gaze back to the road, refusing to comment.
“Anyway,” Iryoku added with a grin, “looks like we just got ourselves a new bodyguard. Now—girls, say hi to our new companion.”
“What?!” all of them shouted at once.
“W-wait a minute, I don’t want this guy with us,” Reika snapped. After everything they’d already gone through with men, the last thing she wanted was another possible bastard around—especially one who was partly responsible for Iryoku being captured in the first place.
Yumi nodded sharply.
Even Agnes agreed, lips pressed in a thin line.
Alessandra didn’t even bother hiding the hatred in her eyes as she glared at the supposed “man.”
Katherine ignored every complaint.
She simply pointed forward, her feline eyes sharp and focused.
“Keep going north. When you reach the river, follow it downstream. It’ll lead you to the cliffs. We’ll lose them there.”
They finally stopped.
After thundering north for several minutes, the snowfall eased.
The group took a narrow shortcut between the cliffs and the mountain range, eventually finding a cave large enough for the carriage. Thanks to Katherine’s knowledge of the region, they had fully shaken off the Dominion’s pursuit.
They guided the carriage inside.
Iryoku scanned the dark stone walls while everyone caught their breath.
Agnes was the first to step out. She lifted her hands; her magic flared.
A twisting column of air gathered beside her—growing, stretching—
A massive eagle of pure wind unfolded its wings and screeched softly.
“Orn will keep watch,” Agnes said, voice tired.
The wind-eagle shot out of the cave, disappearing into the night sky.
Iryoku nodded. The group began climbing back into the carriage—
except for Katherine, who stayed behind at the entrance.
She sat against the wall, rapier across her lap, lowering her hat to shade her eyes as she stood guard.
The four girls eyed the handsome, androgynous figure for a moment—
their gazes sharp, filled with killing intent—
then turned and headed deeper into the cave.
Rhogan was unhitched, shaking the snow from his thick hide before lumbering to the front of the cave and lying down across the entrance like a living wall.
Inside the carriage, the entire mood shifted.
Yumi knelt beside Christina, worry carved into every line of her face.
Christina lay on a mat, eyes closed.
Her nun clothes were torn across the abdomen and sleeves, worn and scraped.
Iryoku crouched down, checking her pulse and breathing.
Everything was normal.
“She seems to have just fallen asleep…” he murmured.
He covered her carefully with a blanket, tucking it around her, then shifted her gently into the corner.
Warmth eased her trembling; her breathing deepened.
Iryoku’s jaw tightened. Pain flickered in his eyes.
“Maybe tomorrow she’ll be okay…”
Reika exhaled slowly.
“Then… she’s the girl who blessed you and Yumi back then—the blessing that saved your life when Halim killed you…”
Yumi and Iryoku both nodded.
The others looked at Christina with quiet, heartfelt gratitude.
Iryoku lowered his head slightly, emotion tightening his throat—overwhelmed.
Without thinking, Yumi wrapped herself around his arm, pressing her soft chest against him and sobbing quietly.
“I’m just… glad you’re here,” she whispered.
Reika and Agnes moved in close.
Agnes hugged his other arm tightly.
“We looked for you… desperately…”
Reika cupped his face, brushing his messy hair back as she studied the tired hardness in his eyes.
“You only have small cuts… but you need to be more careful. Don’t push yourself so hard protecting everyone. Remember—your safety comes first.”
Then she gently pulled his head against her chest.
All three girls trembled, their breaths shaky—sobbing just a little.
Iryoku exhaled, voice low and soft.
“It’s good to be back with you. I’m sorry… it must’ve been really hard.”
Across the carriage, Alessandra sat in the corner, quiet, staring at the floor.
She smiled to herself—relief softening her expression.
Then, without a word, she stood, walked past them, and stepped out of the carriage.
Iryoku watched her go but didn’t stop her.
Outside the carriage, Alessandra walked across the cave floor, her thoughts heavy and tangled. At the entrance, she spotted Mr. K sitting with his back against the rock wall, sword across his lap. He lifted his hat slightly to glance at her, then lowered it again, drifting back into a light doze.
Alessandra ignored him—though not before shooting him a glare full of hate—and sat on the opposite side of the entrance. She settled beside Rhogan, leaning her back against the cold stone. Her magic cannon and shield rested at her side.
She let out a quiet breath, staring into the dark beyond the cave.
She was happy Iryoku was alive… too happy.
Happy enough that she’d shed a few silent tears before she could stop herself.
Soft footsteps approached. Alessandra looked up.
Yumi stood beside her.
“Sensei… come back inside with us,” Yumi whispered. “He needs you too. And you… you need him. And I don’t think he’d say no to having you close. You can comfort him as well.”
Alessandra gave a faint smile—but she shook her head.
“Please go, Yumi. All of you.” Her voice was soft and tired. “He’s been through too much. Only you three can make him happy right now.”
Yumi hesitated, worry flickering in her eyes.
Alessandra’s smile grew a little sadder.
“Go,” she repeated gently. “Give him what he needs… give him your love. Let him melt into you. That’s what will soothe him tonight. That’s what he deserves… more than anyone.”
Inside the carriage, Yumi slipped in quietly.
A trace of worry for her sensei still lingered on her face—but she obeyed Alessandra’s words and stepped forward.
The others were already ahead of her.
Agnes and Reika were on top of Iryoku—kissing him, their bodies pressed against his, hands roaming over him in slow, hungry, almost silent movements. His armor was already removed, his shirt tossed aside, and a huge tent strained aggressively against his pants.
Agnes straddled his waist, lips locked to his.
Reika leaned in from the side, kissing along his jaw, down his neck, then across his shoulder—her fingers tracing every line of muscle she could reach.
Iryoku responded without hesitation—kissing Agnes deeply, then turning to capture Reika’s lips. His hands slid over both of them as he pulled them closer, grabbing their supple, bouncy asses with a hungry squeeze.
Yumi sighed for a moment—but said nothing. She simply began stripping, letting her clothes fall to the floor one piece at a time.
Agnes was already lowering her dress, her heavy tits spilling out in front of Iryoku.
“Are you thirsty?” she teased, voice low and wicked. “It’s time to enjoy your favorite drink.”
She lifted one breast with both hands and pressed the nipple to his lips.
“Say ahh.”
He didn’t hesitate—he latched on instantly, sucking her hard nipple, dragging her milk out with a force that made her whole body jolt.
“Uhn—!” Agnes shuddered, her fingers curling tight in his hair.
“Y-Yes… drink it… drink all my milk… uhh… you need it… to get bigger… and stronger… h-hehe…”
“Ahhh… that’s so tasty…” Iryoku groaned, sinking into their touch after the long, brutal battle.
Both Yumi and Reika lifted their tits too, pushing them up jealously.
“Muuu… how can she make milk without even being pregnant…?” Yumi pouted, lips tight, eyes narrowed in jealous frustration.
Reika cupped her own breast, inspecting it with a thoughtful, almost competitive stare.
“Maybe it’s psychological… maybe her body just produced the hormones on its own. Or maybe it’s because she’s half-elf…” She leaned in a little, voice dropping. “I wonder if we could do it too?”
Yumi cupped her huge tits, bouncing them lightly as she whispered to them like they were alive.
“Produce milk… make tasty milk for hungry Iryoku…” she chanted, almost like casting a spell.
Iryoku chuckled at the sight—half amused, half very turned-on.
Reika joined in, leaning closer and squeezing her own breasts with focused intent.
“…Milk… milk… Iryoku needs milk,” she whispered under her breath, actually trying to coax her body to respond.
Soon, three pairs of tits pressed in around his face—an ocean of sweet, warm, suffocating softness.
Different shapes, different sizes, different scents… all of them smothering him at once.
Yumi’s huge, soft, heavy breasts engulfed half his vision—pillowy, smothering, impossible to escape.
Agnes’s big, milk-dripping tits pressed against him, warm and leaking.
Reika’s perfectly perky, medium-sized breasts pushed in from the side, firm and eager for his attention.
He let out a rough breath and sank deeper into all that warm flesh, letting himself drown in their bodies as they tended to him.
But as he switched from one pair of tits to another, something tugged at his attention.
A thought—strange, stupid, but impossible to ignore.
Yumi’s huge, humongous breasts…
Then Agnes’s big, heavy tits…
Then Reika’s medium, perfectly perky ones…
There was a gap.
A missing link in the chain of sizes.
Yumi → Agnes → Reika…
That progression had a clear hole between Yumi and Agnes—the jump in size was way too big.
And after Reika… where was normal?
Where was small?
And before Yumi… shouldn’t there be something even bigger?
The biggest possible?
A certain person slipped into his mind.
His eyes wavered for a second.
A tear escaped without the girls noticing—born from exhaustion, and from something he tried desperately to forget.
For a brief moment, his worn-out brain spiraled into some dumb, half-delirious philosophical theory about breast evolution, missing size-species, and gaps in the tit ecosystem—anything to shove those sad thoughts away.
But then—something else caught his attention.
Curious, he leaned in again, moving his mouth from one breast to the next—testing, comparing, tasting—sucking lightly like some kind of perverted tit-sommelier.
“Ahh—!”
“Uuuhhh—!”
“H-Hehe…!”
The girls gasped and giggled every time he switched, their bodies jolting with each suck, each lick, every hot breath he dragged across their skin.
Iryoku blinked, squeezing and weighing their breasts with both hands, focusing his tired mind on the feeling.
“Wait… hold on… did your tits grow? They all feel bigger… every one of them.”
The three girls exchanged a look—
and then all chuckled.
Yumi giggled first. “So you did notice…”
Reika pushed her chest out a little, almost proudly. “Well… it’s your fault. You keep rubbing and sucking them so much.”
Agnes gave a soft, satisfied smirk. “And producing milk makes them bigger, doesn’t it?”
Before he could say anything, Yumi’s hand slid down his stomach, undoing his pants with practiced ease and freeing his hard, throbbing cock.
“We could say the same about this one,” she purred.
Her fingers wrapped around him instantly, stroking from base to tip—slow, teasing, possessive—making his whole body twitch under her touch.
Iryoku’s hands moved on instinct, sliding between their legs.
He found Agnes and Reika first—
“Ahh—!”
“W-waaah…!”
He rubbed their slick lips, flicking them with his fingers, making their hips jolt.
Then he switched to Yumi—grabbing her ass with a firm squeeze, rubbing her just as eagerly.
“Uuuh…” Yumi whimpered, shivering under his touch.
As Iryoku relaxed more and more, the tension finally drained from his body.
His strength faded, his breathing slowed, and he let himself sink down onto the floor mat.
Within moments, his eyes began to drift shut, his breathing deep and slowing.
He was exhausted—truly exhausted.
After everything he’d been through, it didn’t take much for his strength to finally give out.
He slipped into sleep, just like that.
The girls smiled softly when they saw him resting so peacefully.
One by one, they lay down beside him, wrapping their arms around him from different sides, pulling him close, their warm bodies curling around his.
They held him gently as he slept—protective, affectionate, completely devoted in their own ways.