Arrival in an isekai

You lean forward to capture Milly's lips first, tasting her thoroughly while your hands continue their idle exploration of her breasts. She responds soft and eager, tongue meeting yours before you pull back. Villetta receives similar treatment, though her kiss demonstrates slower acceptance rather than enthusiasm.

Lacus remains straddling your lap as you shift your attention to her. Your hands slide up her thighs beneath the gathered pink fabric, finding warm skin. You kiss her slowly, savoring the composure she maintains even as your fingers trace patterns along her inner thighs. Her breathing deepens slightly, lips parting to accept your tongue with practiced grace.

"Milly, Villetta, get dressed," you murmur against Lacus's mouth between kisses. "The cups and tight shorts."

Milly rises from the couch, retrieving her discarded garments from where they'd been placed earlier. The black fabric cups her breasts from below while leaving them fully exposed above, nipples still hardened from your earlier attention being covered by a strapless bra. She pulls on the matching shorts, the material hugging her hips snugly.

Villetta dresses with precision, inserting her own cups and stepping into shorts. Her breasts concealed under casual attention.

You continue massaging Lacus's thighs, occasionally sliding your hands higher to brush against her core through the bunched dress fabric. She gasps softly into your mouth but maintains her composure, hands resting lightly on your shoulders.

"Once you're ready," you say, pulling back from Lacus to address all three women, "I want you to catch up with the others around the village. Get familiar with the area. See what training options interest you."

Milly adjusts her top slightly, the motion drawing attention to her chest. "They should still be touring with Arche and the others."

"Enri mentioned identifying the spy network operatives," Villetta adds.

Lacus carefully extracts herself from your lap, smoothing her pink dress back into place. The fabric settles around her legs, concealing the bare skin your hands had been exploring moments before. "Should we report back afterward, or proceed with our own schedules?"

"Your own schedules are fine," you confirm. "I'll find you if I need you."

Milly glances toward the main hall doors, then back to you. Her blue eyes carry complex emotion. "These outfits will draw attention during a village tour."

You chuckle, "In a bronze-age village like this, it'll be scandalous for the housewives rumor mill and hilarious seeing their husbands drool over young women they'd be suicidal to reach for."

She nods slowly, accepting the implication without protest. "We'll join the others then."

The three women move toward the exit together. Lacus maintains diplomatic bearing, her pink dress flowing gracefully. Milly walks with slight self-consciousness, arms swinging naturally at her sides. Villetta's posture smooth, seemingly indifferent.

They disappear through the doorway, leaving you alone in the main hall. Morning sunlight streams through the tall windows, warming the empty furniture. The manor settles into quiet stillness around you.

You gesture casually, the familiar sensation of Greater Invisibility settles like a second skin, rendering you completely undetectable to normal observation. You step through the manor's front entrance into the midmorning sunlight.

The village center spreads before you in its usual rural arrangement. Wooden homes cluster around a central well, dirt paths worn smooth by foot traffic. A handful of villagers move about their daily business carrying baskets, tending gardens, chatting in doorways.

You spot the tour group immediately. Arche leads the procession with her two younger sisters trailing close behind, pointing out various landmarks. Behind them walk Kallen in her red bunny suit, Shirley's modest shirt almost open between her cleavage, Lacus in her pink dress, Euphemia, Milly and Villetta in their matching outfits with the cups and tight shorts combination covering their breasts and lower bodies while leaving midriffs and legs exposed.

A middle-aged woman hanging laundry stops mid-motion, sheet dangling from her hands as she stares. Her mouth opens slightly before she turns to her neighbor working in an adjacent garden.

"Marta, look at that," the laundry woman hisses.

Marta straightens from her vegetable patch, wiping dirt from her hands. Her eyes widen as she takes in the newcomers. "Those are some of the manor women?"

"Must be. Walking with Arche and her sisters."

"What are they wearing?" Marta's voice drops to a scandalized whisper. "You can see their stomachs completely. And those shorts barely cover anything."

The laundry woman glances around nervously. "Should we say something?"

"To who? Their mysterious mage who captured an entire group of soldiers and creates mansions from nothing?" Marta shakes her head slowly. "I'm not telling that man how his household should dress."

Nearby, a younger man carrying firewood has stopped walking entirely. His eyes track Milly, Euphemia and Villetta with obvious interest, gaze lingering on exposed skin and the distinctive outfits that simultaneously cover and emphasize their figures.

"Daveth!" An older male voice barks from a doorway. "Stop gawking and get that wood inside."

Daveth jumps, tearing his attention away. "Yes, Father." He hurries toward the house, glancing back once before disappearing through the door.

Arche continues her tour explanation, intentionally ignoring the attention her companions are drawing. "This is where we gather for village meetings. The well provides clean water year-round thanks to..."

You notice movement near the smithy. A lean man with weathered features leans against the building's corner, positioned to observe the tour group while appearing casual. His clothes mark him as a traveler rather than a local. His eyes follow the group with analytical precision rather than the gawking interest of the younger villagers.

Another figure catches your attention. A woman in merchant's clothing examines produce at a small vegetable stand, but her body language shows more interest in the tour group than the carrots she's supposedly inspecting. Her hand rests near a concealed pocket in her coat.

Near the village elder's home, an older man sits on his porch. His expression shows recognition as he spots Arche, then visible surprise as he takes in her companions. He descends the steps slowly, moving to intercept the group.

"Arche," he calls out in a gravelly voice. "A word, if you please."

The tour group pauses. Arche turns toward the elder with polite attention. "Yes, Elder Garvit?"

Garvit approaches, his weathered face showing careful neutrality. His eyes flick briefly from Kallen, Shirley, Euphemia, Milly and Villetta before returning to Arche. "Introducing new residents to the village?"

"Yes. These are Kallen, Shirley, Euphemia, Lacus, Milly, and Villetta. They're staying at the manor now."

Garvit nods slowly. "I see. Welcome to Carne Village." His tone carries diplomatic warmth despite visible uncertainty about the situation. "Will you be joining the school as teachers like Arche?"

Lacus responds with graceful composure. "We're still determining how best to contribute. For now, we're familiarizing ourselves with the area."

"Of course." Garvit's eyes move to the lean man near the smithy, then to the merchant woman, his expression tightening almost imperceptibly. "Please let me know if anyone bothers you during your tour."

"Thank you, Elder," Arche says.

The group continues their walk. Behind them, conversations resume in hushed tones as villagers process what they've witnessed.

A small leather pouch filled with silver coins from your inventory. The weight settles into your palm, twenty coins clinking softly together. You step silently behind Elder Garvit as he turns back toward his porch, placing the pouch carefully on his chair's wooden seat. The leather settles without sound.

Garvit returns to his porch steps slowly, knees creaking. He doesn't notice the gift immediately.

You turn your attention back to the tour group, following several paces behind as they continue deeper into the village. Arche leads them past the smithy, gesturing toward the forge where smoke rises from the chimney.

"Mister Helvig produces most of our tools here," Arche explains. "Plows, hoes, hammers, nails. Sometimes he takes special commissions for wealthier clients."

The lean man near the smithy shifts his position slightly. His eyes track Milly and Villetta with calculating focus, lingering on their exposed midriffs and the way their tight shorts hug their hips. He pulls a small notebook from his coat pocket, sketching quick notes with a charcoal pencil.

Villetta walks with delicate precision despite her risqué outfit, posture straight and steps measured. Milly keeps her arms relaxed at her sides, though her shoulders carry slight tension. Lacus maintains diplomatic composure in her full pink dress, seemingly unaware of or unbothered by the attention her companions draw.

Kallen's red bunny suit attracts particular scrutiny from passing villagers. A woman carrying laundry actually stops walking entirely, basket forgotten on her hip as she stares. Her neighbor leans over a garden fence.

"Is that girl wearing rabbit ears?" the laundry woman whispers loudly.

"And a tail," her neighbor confirms. "Barely wearing anything else."

"Should we tell someone?"

"Tell who? The mage who created a mansion and school before we even realized it!?"

The laundry woman falls silent, clutching her basket tighter.

Near the vegetable stand, the merchant woman Sylvaine adjusts her position to maintain visual contact with the tour group. Her hand moves to her coat pocket, retrieving what appears to be a small mirror. She angles it carefully, using the reflection to observe the group without turning her head obviously toward them.

Shirley walks close to Euphemia, the sixteen year old princess maintaining serene bearing despite curious stares. Shirley twitches occasionally, her skirt swishing around her with each movement.

"The grain storage is here," Arche continues, pointing toward a larger wooden structure. "We keep three months of reserves in case of poor harvest or emergency."

Kuuderika tugs on Arche's sleeve. "Sister, people are staring."

"I know," Arche says quietly. "Just keep walking."

Ureirika glances back toward Kallen nervously. "Why is everyone looking at them?"

"Because they're dressed differently than village women," Arche explains with forced patience. "Different things will always attract attention."

On a nearby rooftop, you notice a third figure you hadn't paid attention to initially. A man in laborer's clothing crouches near a chimney, ostensibly inspecting roof tiles. His position provides excellent sightlines over the entire village center. His hands move occasionally, making notes on something concealed beneath his work apron.

The lean man near the smithy shifts again, moving to follow the tour group at a discrete distance. His notebook disappears back into his coat. His weathered face maintains careful neutrality, but his eyes never leave the women.

The Merchant woman abandons her vegetable inspection entirely, walking parallel to the tour group along an adjacent path. Her merchant's clothing helps her blend with normal village traffic, but her attention remains fixed on observing household dynamics.

The tour group reaches the village's small shrine, a modest wooden structure with carved religious symbols. Arche pauses before it.

"This is where we gather for seasonal prayers and festivals," she says. "The traveling priest visits twice yearly to perform ceremonies."

Lacus studies the shrine with genuine interest. "What deity do you honor?"

"The Four Gods," Arche replies. "Though most villagers pray to whichever god seems most relevant to their current needs."

Elder Garvit's voice calls out from his porch behind you. "What in the hells?"

You glance back invisibly. Garvit has discovered the coin pouch, holding it up with bewildered expression. He opens it, counting coins quickly. His weathered face shifts through confusion, suspicion, and finally cautious gratitude.

He looks around the village center, searching for whoever might have left the gift. His eyes pass over the tour group, the various operatives, ordinary villagers going about their business. Finding no obvious benefactor, he clutches the pouch close to his chest and retreats into his home.

The tour group approaches the village's eastern boundary where newer wooden homes thin into cleared fields bordered by dense forest. Arche pauses near a weathered fence post marking the transition between settlement and wilderness.

"This is where the village proper ends," Arche explains, gesturing toward the treeline roughly two hundred yards distant. "Beyond here, the forest contains dangerous creatures. Wolves, sometimes bears. Occasionally worse things."

Kuuderika tugs on her sister's sleeve nervously. "Like the knights who attacked?"

"Different dangers," Arche says gently. "The knights were human invaders. The forest creatures are natural wildlife defending their territory."

Villetta studies the treeline. "What defensive measures does the village use? Watchtowers? Patrol schedules?"

Arche blinks at the military terminology. "We... don't have formal patrols. The goblin troops Lord Blank provided to Enri handle perimeter security now. Before that, we relied on hunters noticing threats early."

"Isn't that risky?," Villetta questions. "Weren't there magical monsters included in that natural wildlife?"

Milly shifts uncomfortably, arms crossing instinctively over her exposed midriff before she forces them back down. "Are we safe standing here?"

"Yes," Arche confirms. "Creatures rarely approach this close during daylight. And the goblins patrol regularly now."

Lacus observes the forest thoughtfully. "What about the children? Do they understand the boundaries?"

"We teach them young," Arche replies. "Everyone knows not to enter the forest alone. Even experienced hunters travel in groups."

Kallen adjusts her bunny suit self-consciously, clearly aware of how exposed she is in the open field. "How often do creatures actually attack the village?"

"Before knights attack and Lord Blank's arrival?" Arche pauses. "Maybe once every few months is standard for villages like this. Usually just a wolf pack testing the perimeter. Since Lord Blank arrived and the goblins started patrolling, we haven't had any incidents."

Shirley fidgets anxiously staring at the dark treeline. Her fingers pluck at her thin skirt. "It feels like something's watching."

Euphemia places a calming hand on Shirley's shoulder. "The forest always feels that way when you're not used to it. Back in Britannia, the palace gardens had walls specifically to keep wildlife out."

Behind you, positioned near a storage shed, the lean operative has moved closer. His weathered face remains carefully neutral as he watches the group discuss village defenses. His hand moves to his coat, retrieving the notebook again. He sketches quick notes about the women's reactions to danger assessment, their clothing choices in an exposed location, their apparent unfamiliarity with rural defense protocols.

The merchant woman has abandoned any pretense of shopping, standing openly on the eastern road about thirty yards away. Her eyes track each woman individually, cataloging body language and social dynamics. Her hand rests inside her coat pocket where something small bulges the fabric.

On the rooftop of the nearest eastern home, the laborer Theron continues his supposed tile inspection. His position provides excellent sightlines over the entire eastern boundary. He pulls what appears to be a work rag from his apron, using it to conceal notes he's making on a small parchment.

Arche continues her explanation, seemingly unaware of the surveillance. "The forest extends for miles in every direction. There are ruins deeper in, remnants of old settlements. Adventurers sometimes explore them, but most villagers avoid going that far."

"Ruins attract creatures," Villetta observes. "Abandoned structures provide shelter and nesting sites."

"Yes," Arche confirms. "The adventurers guild rates this region as copper to iron difficulty. Manageable for trained combatants, deadly for civilians."

Milly glances back toward the village center, then at her companions in their risqué outfits standing exposed near the wilderness boundary. "Should we head back? We've seen the village layout."

Nemu appears from between two houses, running toward the group with excited energy. "Miss Arche! Miss Arche! My sister says lunch will be soon and wants to know if your new friends are staying!"

Arche smiles at the young girl. "That's thoughtful of Enri. We should probably head back and let everyone know their plans."

The group begins turning away from the forest boundary, starting their walk back toward the village center. The three operatives maintain their positions, continuing their careful observation.