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 50: Sweet Nesting

The town of Teranon.

This town was built by turning the ruins of an ancient fortress directly into a city. Though small, it has double outer walls, so monsters pose no threat.

As a result, there’s little demand for adventurers, making the town extremely quiet.

It also has several clusters of ruins scattered inside, which is why I chose this place to move to.

Six months have already passed since we settled here.

Man, time really flies, I catch myself thinking.

Above all, nothing dramatic ever happens.

Compared to the endless trouble we had in Dura, this town is so peaceful it’s almost sleepy. These past six months have been nothing but lazy, comfortable days.

Thanks to that, a prosthetic arm now hangs from my right shoulder.

It’s the petrified arm of the hero. I adjusted its thinness, weight, and length.

The inner framework is a doll arm, reinforced on the outside with lavish materials: ink, magic metal, ice-dragon scales, and magic stones.

The arm looks black and metallic, yet it isn’t particularly heavy, and its texture is as soft and smooth as real skin.

Thanks to the ink running through it, I can bend the joints freely. A very convenient thing.

“Haro-kun, time for today’s check-up!”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Right after breakfast, Egiy does her usual inspection of the prosthetic.

She slowly bends each joint, listening for strange noises and feeling for changes in resistance.

She sits glued to my right side on the sofa, fiddles with the arm for a few minutes, then finishes writing today’s notes in her thick notebook.

“All done. Still no sign of wear at all… Is it the ink that’s amazing, or the hero’s body?”

“Probably both.”

If I had to pick, the ink also acts as a self-regenerating universal lubricant.

That’s why the joints hardly ever hurt.

Our home is a decent-sized mansion that the Levi sisters somehow ended up buying without me noticing.

Mornings are spent lounging in the living room however we like, while Oz handles cleaning and dishes.

Of course, I blew through my entire fortune six months ago, so right now I’m in the pathetic position of being fully supported by Zaria and the others—housing, living expenses, everything.

Anyway, on this elegant morning of living off women, I think about today’s schedule.

What should I do this afternoon?

We’re running low on experimental herbs. Maybe I’ll go gather some.

Just as I’m thinking that, Zaria suddenly hugs me tight from the left.

“Oh yeah, we were low on herbs, right? I’ll go pick some later.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks.”

Then what should I do?

I think we’re almost out of milk and sugar for tea, too. In that case, I’ll—

“We didn’t have milk or sugar either. Oz, can you grab them when you go shopping?”

“Understood, Lady Noiche.”

Noiche gives Oz the errand.

That got taken too.

Hmm. Once again, there’s nothing for me to do today.

“So yeah, Haro, wanna go back to bed together?”

“How about a morning bath for a change~? We’ll handle everything outside, so just relax.”

“H-Haro-kun… I don’t have work today either, so… if it’s okay, I’d like to take care of you too…”

“It’s dangerous outside, so let’s stay warm and cozy at home, Master.”

…Huh?

Isn’t this kind of bad?

If things keep going like this, will I literally never be allowed outside again?

A chill runs down my spine at the realization.

But before the shiver can settle, Egiy and Zaria press their bodies even closer, and the sweet scent of girls and their softness completely take over my brain.

“Mornings make you space out, huh? You’re still sleepy, right? It’s fine, just let yourself get used to losing.”

“L-Losing… habit?”

“Yup. We’ll make ‘feels good’ your routine. Squished from both sides, memorizing the smell of girls—that’ll become your defeat pattern.”

“B-But that’ll mess up my daily life…”

“Who cares? Even if Haro never gets out of bed again, we’ll take care of everything for you.”

That would actually be a problem.

Before I can argue back, they press even harder.

“…Nn!”

“Here’s your favorite huge boobs, squiiish~…”

“Just give in. I really love watching Haro-kun lose… it’s so cute…”

“Come on, spread your legs a little~ Toes pointed, focus everything down there.”

“Throb… throb… is it building up? It’s warm, right? It’s okay, no need to be scared~…”

—Oh no. This is bad.

The usual pattern.

They blur everything with pure pleasure, then carry my melted body back to the bedroom. The usual.

“If Haro just stays melted forever between our boobs, that would actually make us feel the safest…”

—Mutter.

Unlike her usual teasing tone, Zaria’s quiet, ice-cold true feelings make my body freeze like a frog stared down by a snake. All resistance vanishes.

Lose, lose, lose.

Just as that slow, creeping wave of pleasure is about to drown my rationality—

“E-Excuse me! Is Master Haro home?”

—The front door is knocked on.

A woman’s voice. A visitor.

“Tch, right when it was getting good…”

“Can’t be helped. Oz, could you get it?”

“Understood.”

From my point of view, it’s a lifeline.

Oz heads to the entrance. Noiche sips her tea on the opposite sofa, gazing at me fondly without a care.

Zaria and Egiy are still sandwiching me, but at least they’ve stopped applying pressure.

Unfortunately, my hips are already shaking so much I can’t stand properly, so escape is impossible.

“Who visits this early in the morning…”

“It means Haro’s earned the town’s trust. That’s a good thing—even if it’s kinda annoying for us.”

Over the past six months, Zaria has gradually started showing her possessive side more openly. I’m sure she always felt that way.

Soon Oz returns and reports to me.

“Master, it is an urgent burn patient. An elderly woman with a scald on her right arm from boiling water, accompanied by her daughter. I have shown them to the guest room for now, but…”

“G-Got it… Sorry, could you bring them here?”

“Understood.”

Oz heads back to the guest room.

Yes—at the moment, I’m acting as something like the town doctor of Teranon.

Only something like one.

I’m not a real doctor, and I don’t run a proper clinic. For certain reasons, I don’t want to take money, so all treatment is free.

Why am I doing this?

Explaining the reason would require several preliminary lectures—

But to cut to the chase: when I examined the hero’s arm six months ago, I realized pretty quickly.

Ah, this means—

I can probably use alchemy too.

The patients of Teranon.