May 22nd, Wednesday. The time is 5:15 a.m.
As we walked through the morning fog of Arajo City, we reached the foot of the mountain.
It’s a mountain I've seen since I was little, but I don’t know its name. Its elevation is roughly under 300 meters.
A peaceful paved road leads to the mountain path. As we ascend, the path will likely become increasingly rugged.
"We’re sure this is the right location, right?"
"—Yes. According to the future I confirmed, she will appear soon."
Standing to my right, Rain Margarett confidently states this. This is expected since she’s wearing the Moira's Choker, an artifact that lets her see the future.
However, even with its power, she could only see the time and place.
We still don’t know how the dragon-horned person, Laral Infedora, who abducted Aira and lured us here, will engage in battle.
"I… I’m picking up on a very uncomfortable aura…"
Standing to my left, Yurizia Aswell was trembling slightly with a 'brrr…,' and her breasts were shaking too.
Even though we’re heading into battle, she’s still wearing the same erotic maid outfit from last night, showing off her chest and thighs.
Yurizia is a pure witch, possessing a legitimate witch’s heritage.
With the support of such a powerful witch, our chances of winning this time have risen significantly.
"The top priority is rescuing Aira."
"Yes."
"Y-yes…."
"And depending on the situation, we may also have to defeat Laral Infedora."
If they are not a victim dragged into this like Aira, Rain, or Yurizia, but someone who is tainted by sin in both body and mind――.
If she tries to harm the comrades I need to protect――.
I must defeat Laral Infedora.
"Just to confirm――the battle will be centered around Yurizia, with Yuki and me providing support, right?"
"Y-yes… I’ll do my best…"
"I’m truly sorry for making Yurizia, who said she would help us, take the lead…"
"—N-no. Yuki-san believed in me… you’re very… kind."
Yurizia glanced at me occasionally, as if checking my reaction.
Her long hair was a pale golden color, almost cream, styled in a right-side ponytail.
The witch’s breasts were swaying even more than Rain’s, which were just barely covered by her provocative maid outfit.
"—!"
Rain and Yurizia quickly looked towards the mountain, and I followed suit, looking in the same direction.
A tiny silhouette swaying back and forth.
The outline was blurred by the morning mist, but the tremendous presence emanating from that small body was unmistakable.
"So you’ve arrived, Harima Yuki. And also, the one who can see the future."
Her figure shortly becomes vividly clear.
Laral Infedora, though small in stature, radiates an overwhelming power and lascivious atmosphere from every inch of her body.
A single white horn protruding from her pale blue hair.
An open-front brown jacket crafted from a material I’d never seen—Rain mentioned it was dragon skin.
Laral’s massive cleavage and lower belly were fully exposed, with no underwear in sight. Additionally, she wasn’t wearing panties under the skirt made from the same material.
And then――drag-drag, scrape-scrape.
Laral was pulling on the chains with an annoyed expression――dragging along Aira Verfane Quatronix who was chained at the end.
Aira, still in the combat mode attire from when she was abducted, was bound tightly with chains all over her body.
"…?…Hmm? Who are you?"
Laral pointed with a sweeping gesture towards Yurizia, who was standing to my left.
"Could it be that you plan to resist against Lala?"
She immediately pinched her finger between her lips and tilted her head with a vacant expression.
It was obvious she was mocking us. Laral’s attention was entirely fixed on her objective, the Moira’s Choker.
It’s frustrating, but I must remain vigilant at all times.
She’s the one who captured the Goddess of Absolute Victory with such ease. She’s a survivor of the world government’s suppression campaign on the dragon-horned people who were only able to achieve victory after deploying numerous witches and swordsmen.
(――Shut up. So what? I’m definitely going to get Aira back.)
While quietly igniting my resolve inside, I prepare to activate telekinesis.
Once I convert mental energy into telekinesis, I just need to channel it into a suitable body part and release it.
Though it’s a weak power, it should be enough to stop an opponent’s movement for three seconds, especially if haven’t seen it before.
During that time, our dependable witch, Yurizia Aswell, should manage to take care of things.
"Harima Yuki. Don’t you have any intention of peacefully handing over the future-seeing item to Lara?"
"Of course not. Our goal is to rescue Aira without making any sacrifices!"
"…Hmm. I see. …In that case, it can’t be helped."
"Ah, you will lose――!"
I thrust my right hand forward, mimicking a child pretending to be a hero, aiming my palm at Laral.
Telekinesis interferes with the target’s body in an instant. This is my special ability, a small power to save the world――.
"What’s this, playing games?"
――The words of Laral, containing both the innocence of a child and the madness of a murderer, came from behind me.
They had already moved behind me.
It’s not that I had forgotten. The fact that Laral possesses super speed surpassing Aira’s and physical abilities far beyond normal humans.
It’s likely that Laral had already maneuvered behind Rain while I was raising my right arm.
Wait――! Before I could shout, Laral’s emotionless blue fist struck Rain’s back――.
"Ugh――ugh!"
However, Rain narrowly dodged the blue fist.
Without looking, she swiftly turned her body halfway around.
I see. Perhaps with the Moira's Choker, she saw the near future. She must have foreseen the attack and dodged it at the right moment.
After missing with the blue fist and losing her balance, Larak is now targeted by Rain, who stretches out her hand to use the magic circle she has summoned with her right hand.
"Amazing――. I really want it. Your power is necessary for Lara."
"I won’t give it up so easily――!"
The purple, ominous-glowing magic circle aimed at Laral’s exposed abdomen――.
"Ah……!?”
――It misses.
In a flash, Laral disappeared from our vicinity and reappeared back at her original position――where the chained-up Aira was laying.
What incredible speed. It’s almost impossible to see.
With only my pathetic abilities of telekinesis and basic information reading, there’s nothing I can do…….
"Are you really not going to hand it over to Lara――?"
I nod immediately. Even if there seems to be no chance of victory, giving up is not an option.
Both Aira and Rain are equally important to me. So is Yurizia. I can't choose to abandon one and save the other.
I will save both. We will walk together toward the future we desire.
If anyone stands in the way of that path, I will resist with all my might. Even if it costs me my life――.
"Would you still refuse to give it up even if I declare to kill the Dragon Slayer right now?"
With a low, ominous sound, the space near Laral’s right arm distorts and a mysterious object appears.
A dragon’s head emerges from beneath Laral’s shoulder to her fingertips. In fact, you could say the dragon’s head is invading Laral’s right arm.
Laral, who seems unbothered by the terrifying sight, calmly says, 'Open.'
The dragon on her right arm opened its mouth with a 'gupa,' baring its fangs and letting drool drip onto Aira's chest.
"All that's left is to charge and fire."
While I was hesitating, a red flame-like mass started forming in front of the open dragon’s mouth.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
It grew larger every second, and Aira’s battle suit started to scorch and burn.
At such close range, her flames would be impossible to withstand.
"Stop it, you bastard!"
"――Then, will you give it to me?"
"No way... that's absolutely not going to happen!"
"...Are you an idiot? That's why Lara will kill you. Kill you and take it."
I can’t move, or rather, I can’t do anything. I am powerless.
Next to me, Rain is covering her mouth with her hand, trembling and saying, "Ah... ah..." She no longer has the mental capacity to foresee the future.
"Fire!"
The dragon on her right arm opens its mouth wide and prepares to spit out a ball of flame.
Whiiiiiir—!
A high-pitched sound, similar to a rapidly spinning chainsaw, cuts through the air and resonated across Arajo City.
"Stop it—!" My voice also cried out.
"Nooo—!" Rain’s voice, filled with tears, also cried out.
Everything was drowned out by the roar of the dragon on her right arm, fading into nothingness.
How long did it take before I was aware of the world again?
Ahead, a tranquil mountain can be seen, with the sound of birds chirping.
It was the spot where Laral stood until just recently.
And then, — Aira, bound in chains, lies sprawled on the ground.
Aira has not been killed.
Laral is also missing.
What happened? To find out, I need to check the situation around me.
I――first look towards Rain――.
"Don’t worry. She’s alive. Jingi can only use bestowed abilities and not full power."
The smell of burnt flesh.
At my feet.
— Rain, lying face down on the ground, with a large burn mark on her back.
The fabric on the back of the robe was completely burned away, revealing the once pristine white skin now scorched red with patches of charred areas, and fresh blood seeping out.
She's completely motionless.
Laral’s dragon on her right arm exhaled with satisfaction, saying "Gofaa—" before attempting to bite Rain’s ample rear.
"Ah... ah, stop it, hey—!"
"Annoying."
"Gah!?"
I was sent flying by Laral, skidding across the ground until I came to rest near Aira, who remained chained and asleep.
I don’t even have the power to call out, let alone activate telekinesis.
It’s mortifying.
I’m overwhelmed with shame for being so utterly powerless and helpless.
I couldn't save even one girl, was knocked down by a little girl, and am now hunched on the ground, clutching my abdomen.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhh...! Ugh...! ...A, re...?"
At that moment, I suddenly remember.
Why have I forgotten this until now?
No, is 'forgetting' the right term to describe this?
It feels as if someone had compelled me to look away.
"I’ll ask again. Are you also going to interfere with Lara—?"
I don’t answer the question, instead, I keep moving my shoulders up and down, breathing heavily.
Haa—haa—haa—haa—haa—haa—.
Light golden hair. Excessively large witch’s breasts. Transparent sweat trickling down her thighs.
—Witch: Yurizia Aswell.
Our ally. Collaborator. We had initially planned the battle around Yurizia.
So why?
Why did Rain and I forget about Yurizia Aswell’s existence?
"Since silence is considered 'yes,' Lara has decided to defeat you."
Laral directs the dragon on her right arm towards the dazed Yurizia Aswell.
The charge begins again.
The ball of flames that had burned Rain’s back is forming again—growing larger—and—
"Haa—haa—haa—haa—haa—haa—! N-no, noooo, noooooo, nooooooooooo—!!?"
—It doesn’t fire.
Laral Infedora, carrying the dragon on her right arm, vanished from my sight.
However, I quickly found Laral.
Surprisingly, Laral was hovering in the air even though she had no wings.
"—Huh, kuuh...? Wh-what is this...!? Let go...!"
No, that’s not it.
On closer inspection, Laral's small body was wrapped in what looked like black tentacles and was being suspended in the air.
Slippery black tentacles were sliding into the cleavage of her huge breasts exposed between the gaps of the dragon-skin jacket.
The tentacles were precisely binding her wrists to restrict her arm movements.
Furthermore, the tentacles wrapped around her thighs and continued upward, even slipping inside her skirt.
A small busty beautiful girl, restrained by black tentacles in the misty morning sky, shivered while releasing warm breaths.
"Kah, aahhh... ugh, uhh...! N-no, aahhh—...♥"
The black tentacles seemed like creatures with the mentality of a perverted old man.
Slipping inside the jacket, the tentacles ravaged her huge breasts greedily, making Laral’s moans reverberate in the cold morning air.
Eventually, the black tentacles skillfully removed the jacket, forcefully exposing Laral’s huge breasts with a loud bruun.
After the initial shake, the Dragonwoman’s huge breasts continued to shake for twenty seconds.
The nipples at the tips of her gigantic breasts were beautifully inverted, and Laral opened her mouth in embarrassment, saying "Ah…".
"No...! Lara's... breasts... don't... suck... on them...! Ahh--♥"
Ignoring Laral’s plea, five black tentacles cling to various parts of her huge breasts. Not only her inverted nipples, but also her tender, white breasts, making slurping noises.
I manage to get up, first propping myself on my knees, then calming my breathing, and slowly standing up.
At my feet is Aira, still bound by chains and unmoving.
A little further away lies Rain, her back scorched and bleeding.
Then we have Laral, in midair being toyed with by the black tentacles.
Standing right in the middle of this battlefield is—
"I-I’m so sorry…! Even though you believed in Yuri…— Hii…!"
—Yurizia Aswell, leaning forward with her legs slightly apart, pulling at her bangs with both hands.
Beyond her falling pale golden hair, her splendidly bare breasts are revealed.
Surprisingly, Yurizia Aswell was now entirely nude.
The tip of her side ponytail on her right lightly touches Yurizia's right breast, which is marked clearly with the sign of a super criminal.
"I'm sorry――sorry――"
And then, with a whoosh, Yurizia's body was enveloped in pitch-black magic.
A minimalistic black bikini, with a small amount of fabric covering just the nipples and crotch, along with a very short black skirt that leaves the crotch and thighs exposed, and a black belt-like thing hanging down from both sides of her waist.
The light golden and pitch-black colors create a stunningly seductive contrast.
Yuri reached out with both hands as if to grasp the empty space in front of her, claws outstretched.
It soon became apparent what she was planning.
Near the bound Laral, an additional cracked tentacle appeared and began swallowing her pale blue head with gulping sounds.
"W-what are you... doing... fuh... ah... mmph, boboboo... ngoboboo!"
Laral twitched and convulsed, yet remained rigidly arched backward.
After a few seconds of being consumed by the cracked tentacle――
"—I am very interested in Harima-kun."
With a squelch, the tentacle withdrew from Laral’s head, and the others restraining her also retracted, causing her to fall heavily to the ground with a thud.
Even as I worried about what had been done to her, black tentacles suddenly approached me, binding and lifting my body, and then roughly tossing me next to Laral.
"Therefore, Yuri will use someone else's body to assess you."
As Yurizia chuckled, the fallen Laral stood up and grabbed my clothes.
Her light blue hair, drenched in sticky goo. Enormous breasts disproportionate on her small body.
—I look up.
The face was no longer the Laral Infedora I had seen earlier... Now it was just the lewd face of a beautiful loli sex slave with huge breasts.
"Ah... ♥ Ah... ♥ No... Lara... Lara can't hold it back... ♥ --Shall we mate?"
Seeing me shocked by Laral's youthful face tainted by pure lust—Yurizia, dressed in a slutty black bikini, watched with a mischievous smile.
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