75 – BL-Exclusive Public Toilet [Zamaa]

[Igawa’s Perspective] (During the Liebenrathia Invasion)

Ares went on and on about Nemoto, but suddenly switched to Yokota.

Some playboy who’d take any woman.

Before, when I forced myself on maids in the castle or women outside, he’d lecture, “Please stop that. This is my request.” 

Now it’s, “Do as you like. But there’s a better place. I’ll introduce you soon.” Makes no sense.

Well, the moment he switched, he got real cooperative, so I didn’t care…

No, not cooperative—more like Yokota’s puppet. Tsutsumi’s under Yokota’s thumb too…

I wasn’t curious about what happened, but one thing’s clear: better not get too close to Yokota.

After that, I worked with Ares, who killed his father, the king, and took his place.

Nemoto rambled about otome games or whatever, but tea parties and balls were boring, so I teamed up with Takahashi and crashed them, violating noblewomen in front of their lovers.

Having Takahashi hold down the men and showing them their women fall drove them mad, jumping off balconies. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Their minds are too weak.

Fields and dungeons were full of weaklings, and this other world was boring as hell. When they said we’d war with a huge neighboring country, I finally got excited.

No one complained no matter what I did.

For me, this other world was the best place!

Liebenrathia Border

“Hahaha! If it’s war, I can torment as I please, right!”

There wasn’t a scene of me getting cheat powers from some god-like guy, but it seemed the gap between me and the people of this world was too wide to even talk about.

Hyper-realistic NPCs filled the horizon, charging at me.

[Blade Storm]

With a single horizontal slash upon drawing my sword, a tornado formed, sucking them in hilariously. While the tornado raged, I walked through the enemy ranks undisturbed. Perfect, right?

[Brad’s Perspective]

“Seems you had fun with my lackeys. I’ll repay that generously. First, for Kobiul.”

A normal punch would send him flying too far, so I grabbed Haruki’s hair and gut-punched him in return.

A rip-rip-rip sound came, and Haruki flew far away. My left hand held only Haruki’s hair, torn off like a wig.

“Your turn. Oh, you’re unconscious… Then I’ll count that as a pass and skip to my turn.”

The bruises and welts on Kobiul seemed cute compared to the resentment of my people and vassals, which I unleashed on their behalf.

I bashed him so much that his body sank into the ground, and foul-smelling black water oozed from Haruki’s sides.

Evacuation Camp

“Ahh…”

Megumi looked at Haruki with scorn, as if he were filth.

Healers took days to treat Haruki for a reason.

“In my country, the crime of violating women demands offering your rear hole. Follow the law.”

“No way that’s a real law, you liar!”

“Silence! In this country, I am the law!”

Magic-sealing shackles bound Haruki’s hands and feet, rendering him unable to use magic. Haruki was restrained on a wooden box, hands tied, in a crawling position with knees extended.

It was the perfect position for standing back…

“Kobiul, write your favorite phrase.”

“Boff, such gracious fortune!”

Kobiul scribbled something on a flipboard, humming.

—

Come violate my cute butt a lot!

Of course, it’s freeuse ♡

—

As expected of my loyal vassal, my comrade, my friend!

He understood my intent without me saying it!

The flipboard was shown to Igawa.

“You bastard, what’d you write!?”

“I’ll tell you, boff.”

Transferees could communicate with Fortune Engage’s people through speech, but reading required learning the script.

Huh?

But Megumi read signs normally at the hot spring town…

No, no, it’s Haruki I gotta focus on.

Kobiul told Haruki he’d become a free male prostitute. Kobiul not only hung the flipboard around Haruki’s neck but set one up behind him, showing meticulous work.

Meticulous work, very important.

Then he…

“You bastard! What’re you writing!? Erase it! Eraaaasee—!? Nnhoooohhh!!!”

Haruki snapped at Kobiul but let out a creepy scream mid-sentence.

Trees blocked our view, so we couldn’t tell what was happening, but likely the first customer was giving him plenty of attention.

“Wait, ohh! Me, ohh! To treat me like this, oh-oh-oh-oh… Nnhooo!!!”

Screaming like a primate, he sounded quite pleased. Not wanting to disturb the customer, we left.

Days later, Omoneil and Kobiul, back on duty, reported.

“Before Brad-sama’s public toilet policy, sexual assault cases were rampant in the evacuation camp, but now they’ve completely stopped.”

“I see.”

I nodded, looking at a well-grown cedar in the camp’s center. Good, but while I’m glad, I’m constantly reverse-raped by Freesia and the others. Gotta do something about that…