Atelier Tanaka - Book 7: Chapter 2 (3)

Great Holy Land (1st)

Drill-chan had conducted her interrogation in a separate room out of my sight and the remaining maids left the room as well. I asked Drill-chan to do it this way. I didn’t like the idea of seeing the person that had come closest to reverse raping me being tortured.

When Drill-chan returned to the room, there was a streak of blood running down her cheek. I wanted to know what she had done, but at the same time, I didn’t want to think about it. Even if she did something I’d consider going too far, she’s still a noble and this world, like any other world, allows those in power to get away with whatever they please.

I stood outside the doorway where the interrogation happened and used my recovery magic to heal the assassin maid.

“Are you planning on paying me for my work?”

“….”

The sadistic nature of Drill-chan is almost to the point of being unattractive.

However, when I think about the sadistic part of her being attached to her hymen, it becomes a cute quirk.

A hymen can even turn unattractive traits into attractive traits.

“I’m fine with paying you if that’s what you wish, but what more could you want besides an exotic vacation with all of your expenses covered? I’m happy to pay you, but I’m not sure what else I can offer.”

I doubt it’s gold coins that she wants.

If she wants some expensive alcohol or a meal from a nice restaurant, I’ll happily oblige.

“I wonder~? Well, I’ll let you know later.”

“…please, at least show a little self-control.”

Even if she wants to punish me like a slave, I think it would be pleasurable if it’s being done by Drill-chan.

We’ve been spending a lot of time together recently, and I can’t help but find Drill-chan charming.

Her intact hymen pushes her far above almost any other woman in my life.

“What do you plan on doing with the maid you captured?”

“You can just let her go if you want.”

“You’re not worried about her attacking again?”

“It might be better to keep her imprisoned while we’re here on vacation.”

“That sounds good.”

This is a woman that willingly initiated sexual contact with me. I don’t want her to be killed outright. Fortunately, we’re outside the borders of the Penny Empire, and if she manages to escape, there’s nothing that can be done. If I recall correctly, the Dark Elf had a similar story.

Even though she was paid, that assassin maid willingly put her hand on my son through my underwear. She deserves my respect. If she did it out of love, I’d happily die. No, I’d want to die. I want to die being loved by a beautiful girl.

An image of the shotachinpo sheepishly smiling flashed through my mind and I swear I felt his tongue in my mouth for a moment.

The shotachinpo is a curse I can’t escape.

“Gerosu, take care of her!”

“Yes, Master!”

The Kimoronge walked across the hall to the room holding the assassin maid.

He disappeared behind the door and I was left feeling empty. A massage like nothing else I had ever experienced and now I’m supposed to do what? Normal vacation things? Maybe ping pong?

I wonder if there’s something similar to a game center around here.

For now, my main concern should be keeping up the conversation with Drill-chan.

Just as I realized I was struggling to come up with something to talk about, there was a knock at the door.

“Please, come in.”

In response to my words, the door opened and the maids returned to the room from the outside hallway. They were still as beautiful as ever with their short skirts and exposed pantyhose.

“P-Pardon the intrusion.  We’ve brought you some refreshments!”

Refreshments.

How nice.

“Thank you. You can set them down over there.”

The maid’s still had their panties fully exposed whenever they moved.

The white sparkled beneath the skirt like the sun.

The maids had made no alteration to their outfits even after the assassination had failed.

“Doesn’t that outfit make your legs cold?”

“N-No, you don’t need to worry about us! This is what we’re used to wearing!”

“….”

Really?

I assumed that the assassin maid was using the revealing outfits to lower my guard and now that it failed, they’d put on their normal, conservative uniforms. I guess I was wrong. Their fully exposed thighs and visible panties are just part of the normal service of this resort.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

This place is amazing. Every country should strive to be like this resort.

The maids’ short skirts fill my heart with joy.

I like to think that the assassin maid normally wore conservative outfits before coming here, but was forced to put on the revealing uniform to complete the assassination. The shame she must have felt triggered a reaction in my son.

“Um, i-i-f you’re feeling tired, m-maybe a m-massage might….”

The maid standing in front hung her head as she tried to offer her services.

Behind her, the remaining maids were lined up in a row, each with their heads lowered. Every last one of them had their thighs and panties on full display. They were also standing, from right to left, in order of their breast size. This is almost unbearable.

“I think I’ve had my fill of massages for today.”

“O-Of course, I’m so sorry! Our employer has already told us that we are to be punished however you see fit!”

“Punished?”

“T-That’s right! Do you wish to have us executed!?”

“…no, I’m fine.”

Seriously?

The actual criminal manages to escape all punishment while those he used face potential execution.

As if I needed a reminder that the nobility are favored over the commoners.

“You can trust us to serve you loyally and to obey all of your commands! Please, please, all that we ask is that you forgive us! Whatever your command may be, we’ll all serve you with open arms, open mouths, and open holes! Just, please, spare us!”

As if they had rehearsed it, as the lead maid spoke, the rest of the maids all opened their mouths.

They looked like they were expecting something.

A beautiful euphony uttered in the bedroom that only the rich and powerful will ever experience.

This is the mythical legend of a noble’s bedroom.

I almost allowed myself to be compromised before, but I was quickly shown the error of my ways. My first time has to be with a virgin.

I cannot allow myself to compromise again.

“I just wish to be left alone with her for the time being.”

“But…o-of course.”

Each of the maids looked disappointed as they bowed to me one after the other before leaving the room. The sound of their footsteps faded down the hall leaving just Drill-chan and I standing in the room.

When I was sure they were all far out of earshot, I turned my attention back to Drill-chan.

“Doris-san, would you like to have dinner with me?”

“As long as you can promise to show me a good time.”

“We can head out once Gerosu-san returns.”

“Ara~? You’re not going to try to make it just the two of us?”

“Is that alright? I enjoy spending time with you so I wouldn’t mind.”

“F-Fu~n? Maybe it’s better if we wait for Gerosu!”

“That’s probably for the best.”

Fufu~n, I’ve managed to capture one Drill-chan.

We can discuss future plans while we eat a delicious meal.

***

As I was suggesting we recruit a guide to show us to the dining hall, Drill-chan cut me off and said, “It’s more fun to explore on your own.” It was a line that suited her given our time together in Academy City.

Which is how we ended up exploring the resort on our own in an attempt to find some place to eat.

The halls throughout the resort were reminiscent of pictures in history books showcasing countless cultural artifacts decorating the halls of a museum. The hallways were a few metres wide and It was impossible to walk even a few feet without the desire to stop and admire one of the sculptures or paintings.

With the amount of maids assigned to us, I’m sure we could request a meal wherever we want and they’d quickly bring something. I recalled eating lunch in the restroom in my previous life and thought the idea of eating a three star meal in there didn’t sound so bad. Even so, this didn’t stop Drill-chan from continuing her search for the dining hall.

Simple quests like this can be fun in their own way.

I feel like if you tasked Drill-chan with hosting a social party, she would organize something that satisfied everyone that attended.

“I have a good feeling it’s this way!”

“Really?”

“That’s definitely the way, Master!”

Our path was decided by Drill-chan’s whim.

Everytime she spoke, her words were quickly followed by praise from the Kimoronge. I honestly wonder if this guy has any thoughts of his own when he’s with Drill-chan.

Virgins are strange creatures. I realize this is nothing more than trivial conversation, but the fact that another virgin is present has put me at ease.

After walking in silence for a while, Drill-chan turned to me and said,

“Can I say something?”

Drill-chan was walking ahead of me but turned to face me when she said this.

“What about?”

“I’ve noticed you’re losing more and more hair by the day.”

“….”

She noticed?

It’s true that my balding situation is currently at its worst. My hair falls out whenever I comb it no matter how gentle I am. It’s got to the point where I need to use recovery magic on my hair every night and morning. It’s an endless cycle of falling out and regrowing.

I can’t help but place the blame on the JC turned DC causing me so much stress.

“What did you say before?”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Something about no longer needing that recipe.”

“….”

She’s right.

I was overjoyed when the shotachinpo confessed to me that I told Drill-chan that I no longer needed the recipe for a potion of hair regrowth she knew about. Now I regret my words and wish I had learned of the recipe before it got this bad.

The effect caused by the waters of the marriagable age woman back in Dragon City proved to be temporary.

All of the regrowth I had seen had reversed and I’ve probably lost even more hair than that. The bath waters may not be the permanent solution I had hoped for. When Drill-chan mentioned the word ‘recipe’ a small flicker of hope lit up in my heart.

“…what exactly do you want?”

I have no other options.

I am throwing myself at the feet of Drill-chan.

“Ufu~, ufufufufufu~”

The moment she heard my response, Drill-chan started giggling in a way I’d never seen her laugh before. I was fully expecting her typical ‘ohoho.’

I could see a little bit of drool leak out of her mouth, but even this I found to be incredibly attractive. I wonder how her mind must work for her to get this excited about it. Maybe with everything that’s been going on she hasn’t had enough opportunities to relieve her stress.

“What do you want me to do?”

“While we’re on this trip….”

“…what do you mean?”

“While we’re on this trip, you are to act as my slave. No matter what my command is, you will follow it without question. If you obey every last one of my words while we’re here, I’ll give you the recipe.”

Hou.

So that’s what she wants.

A challenge from one virgin to another.

“I understand.”

That sounds good to me.

I’ve lost the one anchor my virgin heart had in this world after the JC was revealed to be a DC. The resurgence of this big-breasted loli with an intact hymen in my life has turned her into my savior. I will happily do whatever she asks of me.

I want her to order me to service her with my mouth as she slowly counts to one hundred.

“…a-are you really okay with this?”

“If it means I’ll get the recipe, I’ll follow your orders.”

“….”

I still have to put up the pretenses of being relatively unhappy.

My days of servitude to the Drill-chan have finally arrived.

“Uhu, ufufufufu!”

“How may I serve you?”

“That’s nice. Those words really suit you.”

“….”

“I’m so excited~! This is going to be the best vacation!”

“I doubt it will be as great as you’re expecting –”

“Ooooooooooooooooooohohohohohohohohohoho!”

Drill-chan released an ohoho like nothing else I’d ever heard. It was so loud my ears started ringing. Even so, I can already feel this pain turning into pleasure. It’s possible my hair might start to regrow before I even get the recipe.

“You’ve agreed now. You can’t take it back!”

“Sure.”

“Fufufu~, I’m not going to wait to get started….”

“What is your command?”

“You will serve as my horse until we find the dining hall!”

“…yes, Master.”

“M-Master!?”

This is her first command?

I get to act as her horse?

Maybe she was right about this being the best vacation ever.

I’m going to need to keep my jacket on for the foreseeable future.