Chastity-Reversed Hard Mode: Surviving as a Steel-Minded Adventurer in Another World - Chapter 21: Enduring a Mature Woman’s Temptation with a Steel Mentality

Chapter 21: Enduring a Mature Woman’s Temptation with a Steel Mentality

“If I bore the seed of a man with no magic at all, perhaps this inferno in my womb would finally burn out. So please, Saint… give me your seed. With your holy seed, put an end to this fire of lust inside me.”

The Count whispered as her fingers slipped beneath my clothes, gliding down to my stomach.

My abs—my one source of pride, not a hint of fat, carved into a perfect six-pack.

She traced her finger along the grooves, and as she did, her red tongue flicked out.

Like a snake, poised to swallow its prey whole.

“These muscles… the kind only a man who truly works his body would have. Not the kind you get from lounging in a chair all day doing embroidery. Tell me, before you called yourself a Saint—what sort of work did you do?”

Nothing glamorous. Just clearing ditches and hunting rabbits.

But I didn’t say that aloud. To a noblewoman, being an adventurer would probably sound no better than grunt labor.

The Count narrowed her eyes and gave me a thin, knowing smile.

“I don’t care what sort of work it was. I prefer a man who toils with his body over some pampered noble or merchant who grows fat counting coins.”

“If that’s how you feel, then please—just leave me be. I’m in the middle of helping people right now. Lady Deabolica already told you, didn’t she? If I lose my chastity, there’s a chance the power God gave me could vanish.”

“Ah, that nonsense?”

The Count let out a sharp laugh through her nose.

“The idea that losing chastity strips away divine power—you don’t actually believe that, do you? It’s said the Holy Mother conceived the prophet while still a virgin, yes… but wasn’t the prophet himself married? If sex erased sanctity, then wouldn’t that have reduced him to just another ordinary man?”

…Yikes.

Looks like the Count knows her theology better than you, Deabolica.

So what now?

“And besides—if you wanted me to believe your claim, you should’ve kept your attendants under tighter control. Letting them fight over you in a lovers’ quarrel right here on the Count’s estate? That only proves your so-called chastity is a lie.”

“…Your Ladyship, you are a very wise woman.”

“To be praised by the Saint himself is an honor. But truly, I can understand why they’d fight for you. You’re one sinful man. Just looking at you makes the fire of lust blaze hotter inside me.”

She shoved me down onto the sofa and straddled my stomach.

I struggled, but her hold didn’t budge. Her weight was no more than that of a woman—yet the way she pinned me felt like being caught in an iron clamp.

Her magic surged through her body, amplifying her strength to terrifying levels.

They said the nobler the bloodline, the greater the mana. If that was true, then as head of her house, the Count stood among the strongest in the entire kingdom.

And me? Just a pitiful outsider with magic power of 1.

Yeah, no contest.

I still had one secret trump card left… but even that might not be enough here.

The Count tugged her gown open down to her chest.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, softly illuminating her bare form.

Her breasts—breasts that had nursed and raised twenty children—were still astonishingly full. And her belly, despite so many births, held a graceful line without sagging.

Her body carried a slight plumpness, but in a way that radiated maturity—the very height of womanhood. She looked soft, warm, and honestly… dangerously tempting.

I was still barely an adult, just a greenhorn kid. Women more than a decade older weren’t really my type yet.

But give me a few more years, and I had no doubt someone like her would be exactly the kind of woman I craved most.

Back home, guys on the internet always mocked women in their thirties as “old hags.” But let’s be real—if they had zero appeal, nobody would bother insulting them in the first place.

“How do you like my body? Perhaps I don’t have the same firmness as those little girls quarreling over you earlier… but I can please you far better. Every man who has lain with me ends up clinging desperately to these breasts.”

The Count clearly understood the erotic power she possessed.

With one hand, she traced a fingertip along my cheek.

With the other, she circled her own nipple, stroking it with practiced, sensual ease.

“A flower blooming too high for ordinary men to reach… would you finally allow yourself to be plucked by me? Ah, if you worry about what comes after, there’s no need. I’ll pay Deabolica whatever compensation she demands, and if you wish, I’ll even take you in as my consort. I’m not like that little girl—I won’t parade you around as some walking medicine box. Here, in this mansion, you can live in comfort. I’ll take responsibility for you, care for you the rest of your life. …So come now. Don’t think of the future. Just use your seed to extinguish the fire burning inside me.”

Ah, I knew it.

“Yeah, see, that’s exactly the problem. Everything you’re saying is off, Count.”

“…Off, you say?”

She furrowed her brows and looked down at me. I continued.

“Your words don’t line up. And honestly, hearing them doesn’t exactly make me hard. Twenty kids, each from a different father—and now you want to add mine to the mix? Fine, but tell me this: where’s the legitimacy in that? For nobles, the rightful heir is supposed to be the child born of a proper husband, someone of equal rank. A bastard from some so-called Saint who’s really just a commoner? Even if that child turned out gifted, all it would do is ignite succession disputes and tear your house apart.”

“…………”

The Count’s hand froze mid-caress. Her eyes locked on me, unreadable, unblinking.

I decided to take it as her saying: go on.

“…Sure, the women of this world are all horny as hell—that much I won’t deny. But you, Count, you’re also a very intelligent woman. Someone like you wouldn’t just let desire run wild and create chaos for the future. And let’s be honest—bearing twenty children is no small feat. Even giving birth to one child is life-or-death work. If all you wanted was sex, a reasonable person would think about contraception. If you died from childbed fever before your rightful heir came of age, your entire house would collapse into turmoil. So if you kept pushing yourself to have child after child… it wasn’t out of want. It was out of necessity. That’s the explanation that actually makes sense.”

That was the first thread of unease pulling at me.

But there was still more that didn’t sit right.

“This whole idea that you just cycled through men one after another—that doesn’t add up either. If you were the kind of woman who grew bored of her husband or consorts, then maybe I’d believe it. But today, I personally treated your husband and consorts for syphilis. Which means you’ve been with them all along. You didn’t abandon them. Your affection for them hasn’t faded. And just like you promised to take responsibility for me if I became your consort… you’ve been taking responsibility for them too. That’s not the mark of a fickle woman.”

That was the second piece of unease.

And when I placed the first and second together, the picture finally came into focus.

If the Count already had a legitimate heir, then a woman as wise as her would do everything to safeguard that child’s right to succeed. Which meant she wouldn’t take in consorts, nor would she risk birthing bastards.

If she wanted backups in case the heir died before adulthood, she’d simply continue having second, third, even fourth daughters with her husband. Even if she had been born with an overactive libido, I believed she was the kind of person who could discipline herself for that.

But reality painted a different picture. She kept taking in new consorts and giving birth almost every year.

On the surface, it looked like reckless lust.

But it wasn’t.

She was searching—for seed that could finally give her a healthy child.

At the same time, she never stopped sleeping with her husband—because there was always a chance he might still father a legitimate heir.

“In other words, the reason you keep taking in new consorts is to find seed that can give you a healthy—”

“Enough.”

Still straddling me, the Count slumped down with a heavy sigh.

The moonlight streaming through the window seemed to dim, and in that moment she looked five years older.

Silently, she pulled her gown back over her shoulders and reached for the bottle and glass on the table. Her hand was rough as she poured the brandy.

“The mood is ruined. I desire the cries of men undone by pleasure, not the chatter of some clever little boy.”

She tilted the glass back, downing the amber liquid in a single gulp. Her face twisted faintly—caught between a laugh and a sob.

“Least of all would I ever accept pity while taking a man to bed. Don’t make me out to be such a pitiful woman, Saint.”

“…”

I opened my mouth to speak—but no words came.

Apologizing felt wrong.

And then—BANG!

The door to the reception room exploded open with a deafening crash.

Lantern light spilled in, illuminating the Count straddling me on the sofa.

Standing there, glaring at her as though she were the devil incarnate, were Irene and Ursna.

Behind them, six adventurers stood in the hall, weapons drawn and eyes sharp, covering both directions.

And at the very front, wearing a fearless grin plastered across her face, was none other than our Adventurers’ Guildmaster—Deabolica.

“This is most troubling, Your Ladyship! I distinctly recall saying the Saint under my protection must remain chaste for life! And yet you dare defy that and engage in illicit—hm?”

…Wait. What’s with that confused look?

She had the face of someone who’d barged in expecting to catch us mid-fuck—only to find, well… no actual fucking going on.

That wasn’t just my broken empathy talking, right?

Though she faltered for a brief moment, Deabolica quickly smoothed her expression back into righteous fury and carried on.

“—engage in illicit acts! Unthinkable! The Hottaste family expresses our strongest protest! How do you intend to make amends for this disgrace!?”

The Count, looking more weary than worried, sighed like someone being yapped at by a puppy on a casual stroll.

With clear disinterest, she raised both hands into the air in surrender.

“My deepest apologies. I knew I should have restrained myself, but desire got the better of me. As for compensation—I’ll accept all your terms. If coin isn’t enough, I don’t mind throwing in the family heirloom you demanded during the earlier negotiations.”

“Is that so! Then we have no issue at all! As expected of Count Longfield—such generosity, such magnanimity…!”

Deabolica’s face lit up, practically glowing with delight, her hands nearly rubbing together as she showered the Count with flattery.

Good grief. This woman really could switch gears on a dime.

Judging by her timing, she’d clearly barged in hoping to catch me mid-act.

This was nothing but a honey trap. The so-called Saint being used for a scam—what a disgrace.

…Wait. No, maybe this had been her plan from the very start.

That skimpy outfit she forced me into? Probably chosen for setting up this exact sting.

Her warning to keep away from Irene and Ursna? Maybe it wasn’t about protecting their futures at all—maybe she just didn’t want me distracted before she could blackmail the Count.

“Your magnanimity leaves me deeply moved! Deabolica is humbled beyond words!”

Yeah, well, I’m deeply doubting your magnanimity right now.

Do you not notice Ursna in the back, giving you the coldest, most disgusted glare imaginable?

And isn’t this whole stunt basically treason-level disrespect?

Especially against the same Count who had casually executed her own personal physician earlier today.

I braced myself, certain Deabolica’s life was about to end right there, when—

“Move. I’m going to bed.”

The Count brushed past us, ignoring Deabolica’s flattery as if it were nothing but background noise.

As she passed, she spared the adventurers a single glance and let out a dismissive snort.

“So this is the kind of women the man who rejected me surrounds himself with… Hmph. Even more burdened by sin than I am.”

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The Count left the reception room wearing the same bored expression all the way out.

I had no idea how valuable the things Deabolica demanded really were—but judging by the Count’s attitude, they weren’t worth enough to make her regret it.

Or maybe, once she realized she couldn’t have me, everything else simply stopped mattering.

Not that I think I’m worth that much anyway.

Either way, we were escorted back to our guest room.

Honestly, though? The whole affair had been nothing but a honey trap and a blackmail scheme against the Count.

No wonder it felt like my life had been dangling by a thread. All I wanted was to get the hell out of that mansion as soon as possible.

But Deabolica sat there cool as ever.

She acted like the Count wouldn’t dare erase us—not after we’d cured her disease.

Was that confidence because she truly was a big deal… or just because she was a clueless idiot?

Hard to say.

What I did know was that my opinion of her had sunk to rock bottom today.

Frankly, I was disgusted.

And to make matters worse—Irene and Ursna flat-out refused to leave my side.

They were convinced the Count might creep back in through some hidden passage during the night… and try to take advantage of me while I was asleep.

Honestly, I doubted the Count would come after me again.

That fleeting smile she’d shown—lonely, sad, almost fragile—had convinced me she was finished.

Not that I’m the best judge, considering my empathy is basically shot.

“You’re underestimating women’s sex drive, Eugene.”

“Yeah! Women out there are way more dangerous than you think, Yuji! Every single one of them’s a wolf in disguise!”

Ursna and Irene scolded me, insisting I was being reckless.

…Oh? And what’s this? Leader, why are you giving me that look?

That expression that says loud and clear, “This guy’s a far more dangerous sex monster than you two realize.”

Come on. I literally just lost my first kiss a few hours ago.

I’m still a virgin. And virgins are the safest creatures on earth for women.

Why? Because virgins have spotless records—they’ve never once attacked a girl.

(← Yes, that’s your cue to laugh.)

“Well, even so, me sleeping in a girl’s room would be a problem, right?”

“Of course. As Guildmaster, I cannot allow behavior that corrupts public morals.”

Deabolica crossed her arms and nodded with a stiff, righteous face.

Right—because honey traps definitely don’t corrupt public morals, huh, Guildmaster?

The adventurers behind her all shot her looks colder than ice.

Seriously, how stable is that guildmaster’s chair of yours right now?

“Alright then, I’ll just hug Irene and sleep with her in my room.”

“!?!?!”

“Wait wait wait!! How the hell does it come to that!?”

Irene went scarlet in an instant, completely lost for words—while Ursna lunged forward, ready to fight me on the spot.

“Irene’s still basically a kid, so it’s fine, right? And she’s about equal to Ursna in skill anyway. Perfect bodyguard material, don’t you think?”

Saying that, I wrapped my arms around Irene from behind and started patting her head.
She froze solid—stiff as a board, completely unable to resist.

“Ah…///”

God, she’s cute.

Too flustered to move, just letting me spoil her.
It’s not the same as doting on a little loli—it’s something different.
What is this feeling? My chest feels warm, like I just want to pamper her endlessly. A brand-new sensation unlocked.

≪Explanation Time!
Picture this: a shota who just got hugged from behind by his beloved older-sister figure. She leans in close, whispering, “Tonight I’m sleeping with you, A-kun♪,” while pressing her big, soft boobs into the back of his head. He freezes in a haze of excitement and embarrassment. And naturally, his little shota-dick twitches in sweet, awkward arousal!≫

“She’s still a woman, damn it! Even if she’s a wimp!”

“I-I am NOT a wimp!”

“See? Even she says she’s not a wimp! Rejected!”

“!? N-Not a wimp… maybe a wimp… no, but… uuugh…”

As Irene fumbled over her own words, I buried my nose in the crown of her head and sniffed her hair, tilting my head curiously.

“So what do you want me to do then?”

“…To make sure nothing happens, I’ll keep watch all night! I’ll hide in the ceiling and spy on you! Hey, brat—don’t get cocky!”

“I-I’m not cocky at all!”

“But then you wouldn’t get any rest, Ursna. Why not just keep watch closer?”

“Closer? Like… where?”

“Right next to me. The bed’s huge—why don’t the three of us just sleep lined up together?”

“…………”

Ursna immediately started fidgeting and shot a glance at Deabolica.

Leader spoke up in her place.

“Is that acceptable, Guildmaster?”

“…Do as you please. Our objective is already complete.”

Knew it. She really had planned to use me as a honey trap from the very start.

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And so… we ended up sleeping three across.

Me in the middle, Ursna on my right, Irene on my left.

At least I’d managed to change out of that ridiculous toga—thank god.

But the pajamas the Count’s maids gave me turned out to be… well, basically a negligee.

Super thin, see-through fabric.

Apparently, in this world’s noble class, even men wore negligees to bed.

But seriously—what’s the point of making it see-through?!

The fabric was so thin it left me a little chilly… though with a girl on either side of me, it was more than warm enough. Hehehe.

Now, about the girls—yeah, they were in negligees too.

But unlike mine, theirs were thicker, softer, and looked plenty warm.

What the hell? Why is the guy’s version paper-thin while the girls get the cozy fabric?

Both of them stared at me in my see-through negligee and swallowed hard.

…Okay, what’s with that reaction?

By the way, before changing, all three of us wiped ourselves down with wet towels.

Especially those two—they’d been rolling around in the dirt during their fight earlier. No way were we about to dirty a noble’s fancy bed.

Truthfully, I’d wanted to take a proper bath. But apparently even nobles here rarely bathe.

Water and firewood are precious, sure—but more than that, they believe washing with hot water clears out the pores, letting “miasma” seep in and make you sick.

What nonsense. Not bathing is way more unhealthy!

If I ever save enough to build my own house, I swear I’m putting in a bath.

Every single day, I’ll soak in hot water. That’s the soul of Japan—the very heart of yū culture.

““…………””

Ursna and Irene stayed completely silent.

Weird. Especially Ursna—her being quiet this long was almost unheard of.

But their eyes? Oh, I could feel them. Both of them were staring straight at me, their gazes drilling holes in my profile.

And now I had a problem.

If I turned to talk to one, the other would definitely take it the wrong way.

This wasn’t what I pictured at all.

Instead of relaxing in a warm bed with two girls… this was suffocating. Way harder to sleep than I ever imagined.

Still, feeling their body heat pressing in from both sides? Yeah, that was pretty damn nice.

I could also catch that soft, feminine scent drifting off them.

Why do girls always smell this good? And their bodies—so damn soft. Like, do they even have bones in there? That’s how squishy they felt.

Just having them pressed against me filled me with this warm, happy buzz.

Men, on the other hand? Touch anywhere and it’s all hard, bony, and rough.

Honestly, it’s hard to believe we’re even the same species.

Which made me wonder—if I’m this stiff, muscle-bound guy, how are they not finding it uncomfortable to sleep beside me?

…Though, come to think of it, Irene being stiff as a board from nerves was expected.

But why was Ursna so quiet?

Earlier she’d been bold enough to confess outright. I figured she’d at least sneak me a glance down her cleavage or tease me with something like, “Come on, my boobs are super sweet, wanna taste? ♥”

≪Explanation Time!

When Ursna flashed her boobs back at the tavern, that wasn’t seduction—it was just harassment! Same as some drunk thug whipping his dick out to mess with people—it didn’t mean she thought she could reel men in with her chest.

In this world, women showing cleavage is about as meaningful as guys in ours showing off pecs. Nobody thinks it’s “bait.”

Meanwhile, when Count Rose bared her breasts proudly earlier, that was a show-spear move. Think of it like an experienced, lecherous noble whipping out his massive cock at some innocent girl just to flex dominance. Exact same energy!≫

As I shifted in bed, my negligee rubbed against the sheets and slipped open.

Ah, perfect. Now my chest was completely exposed.

““!?””

Both girls suddenly stirred, sitting up on either side of me.

Even in the dark, I could feel their sharp gazes drilling into my bare chest.

Sorry for the unsightly view, ladies—I’ll cover up and go back to sleep right away.

≪Explanation Time!

Picture this: a Saintess so careless she lets two boys into bed, thinking, “Nothing will happen.”

She rolls over, accidentally baring her massive breasts like it’s nothing.

Now the boys are trapped between the sight of an insanely tempting body and the pure trust of her innocence.

Their little heart-dicks (a.k.a. kokochin) are standing at full mast, brains seconds away from imploding!≫

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“Zzzzz~”

After shamelessly awakening every carnal instinct inside those girls, Yuji himself drifted straight into dreamland, shielded by his [Mental Resistance] and steel mentality.

Meanwhile, Irene clung to Yuji’s arm, her face flushed crimson, forehead beaded with nervous sweat.

“H-Hey, Ursna…”

“…What.”

“…Think you’ll be able to sleep?”

“No way in hell. This is torture.”

“Y-Yeah… thought so.”

Gulp.

“B-But… boys really are built so differently, huh? All hard and solid. So strong, so dependable… when I touch him, my chest won’t stop pounding, and my stomach feels all hot inside…”

“…Don’t lose your damn mind. Or I’ll knock you out.”

“I-I won’t! But don’t you dare make a move on him just because I fall asleep first.”

“I won’t. Unlike a little baby like you, I’ve got confidence in myself.”

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“…T-Touching myself is okay, right?”

“…Pathetic. But fine, I’ll let it slide.”

“T-Then, um… what about borrowing Yuji’s finger?”

“…Then I’m in too.”

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※Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re all thinking: “Deabolica’s a total idiot,” right?

I actually brought this up back in Chapter 16—she got blackmailed by a doctor from Thousand Leaves who threatened to report Yuji’s existence to the royal capital. So she’s stuck in a position where she has to scrape up money, even if it means dancing on a razor’s edge.

Just a little reminder.

That said—she is an idiot. Acts like some grand mastermind, then digs her own grave. Please enjoy watching her explode spectacularly.

…Oh, you’ve got more to say? About the two heroines fooling around?

Look, that one’s on Yuji. He went around stroking the heart-dicks (kokochin) of two middle-school-minds-in-girl-bodies, teasing them nonstop, then had the audacity to fall asleep completely defenseless. Of course things turned out the way they did.