Gluttony Demon King with the Swampman ~A Man with No Magic Power Who Dreamed of Magic, Wielding Knowledge from His Past Life Through Steady Research and Hard Work to Become the Most Vicious Final Boss~

Chapter 20: The Duke’s Daughters Want to Bathe Together

The appraiser Dordwin mentioned was definitely someone named Egiy.

I went to the counter as told and got the magic stone back.

“Y-yes, you’re Haro-san, right… Sorry to keep you waiting, the examination of the stone is complete. It’s definitely the real thing.”

Egiy was a nervous elf girl.

From under a black hat shaped like an official’s cap poked out thin platinum-colored short hair, and the face that wore a tense smile looked androgynous.

She was tall and slender, but the soft curves in all the right places made it clear she was a woman.

It must have been rare even for Zaria and the others, because the two of them looked at each other and whispered, “It’s a girl.” “Yeah, a girl.”

“…Was it someone else before?”

“When we were working here it was a tottering old grandpa.”

“M-my predecessor hurt his back and is on leave… So I’m just filling in part-time.”

They let a part-timer appraise a dragon magic stone?

I felt a moment of worry, but the branch master has that kind of eye for people. Egiy must be pretty skilled too.

“The branch master told me to buy dragon materials at the highest price possible… S-so, what would you like to do?”

“Uh… I’ll hold off for now.”

“G-got it. Dragon blood can be used as a magic catalyst, in potions, or mixed into steel during forging to improve magic conductivity, among other things. Just for reference!”

I didn’t know that.

As expected of a professional.

I said thanks and we left the guild. The stares from the onlookers had only gotten stronger, but thanks to Zaria and Noiche keeping them in check, no one spoke to us until the very end.

Everything at the guild had taken longer than expected, but the long journey was finally over.

Following the sisters, we arrived in the noble district near the center of Dura.

I had assumed they were staying at some fancy inn, but what appeared before me went far beyond that.

It was a mansion.

A standalone house.

Zaria pushed me through the tall iron gate.

“…Did you buy this mansion?”

“No way, of course it’s family property.”

“When we told our older brother we were going on a trip, he said we could use it however we liked.”

…So it’s like a vacation home?

These spoiled noble girls.

The garden was large and overgrown with weeds and flowers; no one could call it well-kept.

In the center stood a mansion bigger than my family home, and Zaria opened the front door.

“Maids used to take care of everything, but starting today we have to clean and stuff ourselves.”
“I’ll go scrub the bath.”

“Thanks, Noiche.”

Noiche dashed off with quick steps.

Zaria touched a gem embedded in the wall, and all the candlesticks in the hallway lit up at once. Lighting magic tools.

“If you want books there’s a library. We also have some magic tools and monster materials in collection. There’s no laboratory yet, so feel free to convert any room you like.”

“…Is that really okay?”

“Of course. That’s the whole reason we brought you here under that contract.”

Zaria explained while giving me a quick tour of the mansion. Right, that’s how it was.

Then I’ll gladly take you up on that, I nodded—just then Zaria suddenly hugged me tight from behind.

The soft sensation pressing against my back.

Zaria, a head or two taller than me, let her hair fall over my face, and a sweet rose scent drifted down.

“Then let’s take a bath together.”

She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That offer… wasn’t a joke?”

“Of course it wasn’t a joke. Your right arm doesn’t move, remember?”

“I-I can manage just fine with my left…”

“No. Let us do it.”

Her voice carried a strange pressure. I had never seen Zaria like this. A little scared, I looked up.

Her eyes, more serious than I had ever seen them, stared down at me.

“That arm is basically our fault. We took your magic power and then your right arm too. Even though you’re the one who lifted our curse.”

“…”

“That’s why we’ll do anything for you—let us do anything.”

A chill ran down my spine.

I can’t run. She won’t let me. It was the instant, instinctive feeling of being glared at by a predator.

“Come on, let’s go.”
“Nmh…!?”

As if to blow away that moment of fear, Zaria scooped me up.

She carried me princess-style, but forced my face into her chest to silence any resistance.

My nose buried deep into the soft, squishy mass of her breasts—munyun—and the thick, sweet scent made my brain go numb. I couldn’t speak.

“…!?”

Zaria walked slowly.

With every step her heavy breasts bounced and swayed; even through the cloth I could tell they were rippling—tap, tap.

In the darkness I couldn’t even tell what position I was in anymore.

Eventually I heard the sound of water—chap, chap—and realized we had reached the bathroom.

“Okay, clothes off~”

I was stripped. Pathetically.

Zaria from the front, Noiche from behind—four hands efficiently removed every piece of cloth.

Soon the only thing touching my skin was the smooth, plush sensation of their bare bodies.

We were going to bathe.

Which naturally meant the two of them were naked too.

I couldn’t even get the words “at least cover up” out of my mouth.

Long, slender limbs, tiny waists, flawless white skin without a single mole or hair.

Standing side by side they looked like works of art, yet their breasts and hips were full and perfectly shaped, hanging heavily.

Zaria stepped behind my frozen body, grabbed my shoulders, and then pushed me into the bathroom.

“Haro’s gone completely quiet. You okay~?”
“I think he’s fine. Even when he looks down, his eyes are still following us.”

Noiche laughed happily, “fufu.”

She noticed. Of course she did. Anyone would stare at bodies like theirs.

The bathroom was luxurious, carved from glossy marble.

Normally you’d rinse off first, but after layering Cleansing spells so many times, our bodies were practically spotless. This bath was purely for pleasure.

Zaria and Noiche gently lowered me into the stone tub filled with steaming water.

They held me close and sank down together—into a tub big enough for three with room to spare—yet still pressed their skin tightly against me from both sides.

As expected, no dirt floated to the surface.

Only the hot water loosened my body and mind. And even more than that, the deadly softness sandwiching me front and back—the brutal violence of their flesh—kept my hips, which wanted to thrash, firmly pinned down.

“Feels good, right?”

Zaria grinned and asked. I turned my face away.

If I nodded here, it would mean something completely different.