When the Villainous Flame User Trapped in a Time Loop Starts Living Earnestly, Every Female Party Member Turns into a Pervert and Now the World Is in Danger!? - 88

Chapter 88: Interlude – The Hypothesis We Finally Reached

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“Hey, Magina, why are you following me!? What’s the meaning of this!?”

“You’re one to talk, Sword! We were supposed to have gone our separate ways the other day! Why are we running into each other again here!?”

Two women burdened with heavy luggage were sprinting across the plains. They were both slaves—at least by status—who had escaped from the Imperial Capital only a few days prior. But despite that, their actions were completely unrestrained. 

They had left not only their estate but even the Imperial Capital itself without permission. It couldn’t be helped, since their current Goshujin-sama, Habiri, was absent. Regardless, the two of them shared a single purpose.

(Damn it, Magina, could it be…)

(Could it be that Sword is…)

(Perhaps I am the one who…)

(Perhaps I am the one who…)

The two of them, having bolted out of the capital, were dressed and packed for travel. That meant they didn’t intend to return for quite some time. But when they realized that the woman running beside them was doing the exact same thing…

(Could it be that we both had the same idea and followed each other?)

Both of them were correct. However, since neither was aware of that fact, each woman mistakenly believed the other was the one tailing her.

“S-so, in that case, I’ll be going that way!”

“Fine then, I’ll head this way!”

Each time they tried to shake the other off by intentionally taking a different route, somehow, they would always end up meeting again. Because their destination was the same.

““Wait—again!? Why?!””

And so, this kept happening over and over. Needless to say, both of them were extremely displeased about it.

(Damn that Magina… If Bocchama truly is in Tasai Village, then I could finally live there with him forever, enjoying a blissfully indecent slow life together with just the two of us… And yet she dares to interfere!)

(Honestly, Sword is such a nuisance… If Goshujin-sama really were in Tasai Village, I would have loved to settle down there with him, living out a blissful slow life of sow training and ecstasy together… But now she’s in the way…)

It was, in a sense, a kind of runaway elopement. And neither of them had told anyone about where they believed Habiri might be. That meant they had successfully eliminated the distractions—Toilette, Nemeth, Chio, Vabumii, and the others—who had gotten in the way of their sexual life with him back in the capital.

Precisely because of that, now that they were this close, their desire to monopolize Habiri had only grown stronger, and both were grinding their teeth, wondering if they could somehow get rid of the woman beside them.

(Back in the capital, Bocchama was a true gentleman this time around… And because of that, there were even women who fell in love with him. But as a slave, I had no choice but to endure the growing number of meat toilets around him… However, if we’ve escaped the capital and can live freely in the outside world, without interference, then I want to monopolize him… I want to be ravished every day by his thick, impregnation cock, have my nipples sucked, my milk drunk, even my rear sprayed to the point of reaching the road of no return… If I could have all that to myself, then I’d gladly eliminate Magina… Maybe… Maybe I should? But… Taking her out would be difficult, and the risk is high…)

(Sword is in the way… Goshujin-sama only needs me as his slave. That would be enough for everything… But she’s grown even stronger than before… If it came to a magic duel, I could still manage, but in a one-on-one fight, she has the advantage… What should I do… Ahhh, I can’t think of any good ideas. This must be my “Goshujin-sama’s Cock Deficiency Syndrome” acting up again…)

At this point, they were even considering killing each other. That was how little they liked one another’s existence.

“…Ah—Magina.”

“What is it?”

“Y-you might be better off staying in the capital, don’t you think? Even though we’ve wiped out the Demon Lord’s pig army, the war’s only going to get worse.”

“In that case, shouldn’t you go back instead? I heard you crushed the orc army singlehandedly the other day.”
 

No, no, Nemeth was the one who took the general’s head… And didn’t you use your great magic to blow away an entire battalion?”

“Oh, it was nothing special. Still, there are plenty of powerful enemies among the Six Stars. Speaking of which, it’d be tough to take on Narifta, the Six Stars’ strongest swordsman, without you, right? Nemeth’s swordsmanship won’t improve without you there, right?”

“Well, for that matter, if anyone’s to counter the Six Stars’ strongest archmage, Rorigal, it would have to be you… Nemeth’s magic power won’t rise without your help either.”

They both tried, in roundabout ways, to convince the other to return to the capital. They were hoping that appealing to their sense of duty or righteousness might pull them back. But that was pointless. Because neither of them had even a shred of righteousness.

Everything they did was for the sake of becoming Habiri’s woman. If that wish could be granted, then war, the Demon Lord’s army, even world peace—none of it mattered to them. They only fought and trained others because it had been convenient at the time. Now that Habiri had chosen to retreat from the world, the two of them were overjoyed to throw everything away and chase after him. That was all that drove them. However…

(Hmm? Wait a second…)

(Oh? Now that you mention it…)

The words they had just exchanged made both women pause mid-stride, startled by the same thought.

(Why did she suddenly mention Narifta of the Six Stars, and Nemeth’s sword training? It’s true that last time, Nemeth only survived because she mastered that secret sword technique during her training with me, but still…)

(Why did Sword bring up Rorigal? It’s true that last time, when Rorigal’s meteor magic nearly wiped out the royal capital of the Zokufu Kingdom, it was only thanks to my joint training with Nemeth. Our combined magic barrier saved everyone… But still…)

They hadn’t realized it until now, since they’d never actually lived together and had only ever seen each other as annoying obstacles in the way of Habiri. But now, something didn’t add up.

(Come to think of it… Back then, she wasn’t nearly this lewd. She hated being violated by the Bocchama at first… So how did she end up this depraved? She shouldn’t have been trained this time around…)

(Now that I think about it, Sword used to only sleep with Goshujin-sama because she had to as a slave. Even if she’s in love with him now, that explains wanting to sleep with him—but wanting to become a full-on sow? That’s too far… She shouldn’t have been trained this time either…)

This world had already diverged from the flow of the previous one. Even the sexual training they’d undergone under Habiri was different. So why—why were they still like this? Just as that thought crossed their minds…

“Ah…”

“-!? Don’t tell me…”

The two stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other, frozen in track. Why? Because at that moment, they had both reached the exact same hypothesis and the same answer.

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