I’ve Become a Combat Soldier in a Dark Fantasy Adult Game

If I say it like this, I’ll definitely lose one of my limbs, but I can declare with certainty that more than half of exorcists are voyeurs. There are more than three tracking techniques attached to my body, and I know that some of them even share my field of vision.

Why more than three? Because I know of three for certain. Two people and one princess.

It’s not for nothing that I never entertain different thoughts. When there are enough beings who would follow me to the end of the earth, capture me, and make my body unable to escape without killing me that I can count them on both hands.

“You damn bitch!”

“Are you saying that to me right now?”

The tengu, who had now put on her long-nosed mask that she hadn’t worn while with me, and Ohime, who was genuinely pissed off after hearing the title she hated the most, began to fight in earnest. Ohime only uses the expression “damn bitch” for Lady Miyuki, whom she hates the most. Her opponent had insulted her in the worst possible way, even if that wasn’t the intention. What a fortunate turn of events.

Since my arms had been eaten, there was no way to reattach them, so I just quietly stopped the bleeding. Should I be happy that a new set of arms can be attached for 6,000 yen, or should I be sad about having such a body and such a price tag?

It was clear that if I stayed between the tengu, who unleashed storms comparable to kamaitachi with a single gesture, and Ohime, who twisted and compressed space with her power, there wouldn’t even be a corpse left. So after completing basic hemostasis, I picked up the errand bags with my mouth and descended from the mountain.

In this world, the existence of yokai is publicly known, so while people might feel fear about an accident near the city, no one would fail to understand what was happening. Naturally, no one but a fool would come close, so even I with my torn-off arms didn’t attract attention.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

If I waited a while, Ohime would come and take me back, but she would likely scold and torment me for not being able to walk by myself, so I decided to return alone. It’s difficult to maintain balance without arms, but my body isn’t so weak that I can’t move because of that.

I’m about 3-5 times stronger than a normal person, after all. Even if it’s just the difference between one ant and three ants.

Judging from the ability to completely take human form and the explosive spiritual power after putting on the mask, it must be at least a Great Tengu. Though often depicted as looking like a monk, they’re a type of yokai with many varieties and their own society, making it rare for them to leave their home base, so I don’t know why this one was looking for me.

Of course, Ohime is a possessor of insane talent who can tear apart mid-level yokai with her bare hands and survive direct confrontations with divine spirits if the compatibility is right, so there was no reason to worry. That tengu would instantly turn into a lump of meat if she grabbed it by the hair once.

Of course, given the existence of compatibility and specialties, if the swift tengu decided to run away, it would be difficult to chase.

Regardless of the storm raging behind me, I ran hard and returned to the main house, where Lady Kiriha was standing inside the main gate with a displeased expression.
In a family where everyone wore traditional Japanese attire or Taisho-era clothing, she stood out even more as the only one in high school girl fashion.

“Your errand. You’re late.”

“I apologize. I encountered a yokai on the way, had my arms torn off, and that’s why I’m late.”

“I can see that. Give me the items and go get them reattached quickly. The smell of blood is annoying. If you come near my room in that state, I won’t let it slide.”

“Yes.”

She took out only the two gifts I had bought for the family head and Ohime from the bag and placed them on top of my head, then went to her room while spinning the bag containing the rest of the items with her finger. I needed to report the series of events, so I sent a signal in front of the family head’s room, and as soon as I was told to enter, I carefully put down the gift that had been placed on my head and immediately bowed deeply.

“Child, what’s the matter all of a sudden?”

“I had to go to town on Lady Kiriha’s orders, but there I encountered an opponent presumed to be a Great Tengu and was attacked. Lady Kazuha is dealing with them now.”

“Sigh, what is it this time?”

Fatigue seeped into the voice of what sounded like a young girl. The surreal feeling of hearing the woes of an office worker who had worked overtime all week coming from a young girl briefly pushed me into a delusion, but her next words pulled me back to reality.

“It’s fortunate that you had the strength to ask for help.”

Bullshit. You’re one of the culprits who planted a tracking mark on my body. You knew more than half of my situation, even if not in detail, yet you’re pretending not to know.
You stayed quiet because you knew Ohime would step in, but I’m certain other help would have arrived if Ohime hadn’t been in a position to intervene.

Of course, I didn’t show any reaction and just waited quietly with my head bowed.

“Come here for now. I’ll reattach your arms.”

“…Yes. I am deeply honored.”

“It’s nothing.”

As I approached her, who had lifted her feet and was smiling benevolently, she casually called a servant to bring spare arms, then cut away my torn skin and flesh before cleanly attaching the new arms.

Of course, I heard her swallowing her breath with a slightly mournful sound as she removed my flesh.
Crazy woman.

Even the family head wasn’t “normal” but just “relatively” sensible, as she was a psychopath who collected pieces of my flesh that fell off in battle and damaged clothing. The flesh she removed today would probably go into her collection.

Since she appeared in the game as a demented position of an old hag (which she’s not) femdom reverse rapist, I never let my guard down from the beginning. The mental contamination I suffered when I first entered the bad ending…
Even now, after she finished attaching my arms, she ran her fingers over my skin as if inspecting it, which was terribly frightening.

She’s a scary person who normally runs the family sanely but occasionally shows these slightly deranged behaviors. When a bit of sincerity enters, her golden eyes burn frighteningly, and her setting as the family head wasn’t completely baseless, making her disgustingly powerful. I only saw her in the scene where she forcibly raped the protagonist, as I quit the game midway.

“You may go now.”

“Thank you. I prepared a gift for this outing.”

“Oh my. You don’t need to prepare something every time.”

I couldn’t believe these words came from someone who pouted when I forgot last time, made me run errands for a week, and collected the sweat and blood that came out during that time, but I quietly left the room.
Since she’s a normal person usually, there’s no need to stir up the hornet’s nest. Don’t provoke her.

With that, I exited.
Ohime is currently outside, Lady Kiriha has taken her items and gone to her room, and I’m 100% in the victim position this time, so there’s no one to torment me. I tried to hurry back to my room before anyone called me, but I heard another voice stopping me.

“Wait, Yoon.”

“Ah, Lady Miyuki.”

The “damn bitch” according to Ohime. The bold woman who dared to use the nickname Ohime decided on.
To me, she was a psycho who would carelessly yawn while sending people to their deaths and would slice up even ordinary people if they got in her way.

It was quite shocking even by this world’s standards when she sliced up an entire family with spiritual talent in the mountains, claiming it would be troublesome if yokai ate them. I remember the family head sweating profusely while dealing with the aftermath.

“What is it?”

“It seems like something major has happened.”

“Yes. I met a tengu briefly and went through some hardship.”

“I see. It seems Kazuha went out.”

“Yes. She received the contact and came quickly to help.”

“Next time, you can contact me too.”

My heart sank at those words. If I requested help and Lady Miyuki stepped in, not only would I be in danger, but this mansion protected by powerful barriers might be destroyed. Miyuki was a woman who didn’t hesitate to lay hands on her siblings’ possessions, and Ohime was a woman who despised Miyuki and was obsessive about her own belongings.

If the two of them got into a fight, there was no way it would end peacefully.
First of all, I would die.

Additionally, I recalled what Ohime had told me before: “If you die, I’ll find your soul and tear you apart again.”

First my body would be torn apart, and then my soul would be shattered into pieces. I’d never be able to realize my dream of returning to my original world.

“I cannot impose on you.”

“You are special among combat soldiers. You’ve survived a long time, and you have that much value. At least, that’s my judgment, so request help if you need it.”

“If such a situation arises, I will do so.”

Which means I absolutely won’t.

As I bowed my head, I heard a dissatisfied sigh followed by permission to leave.
Fearing her mind might change, I left the gift at Ohime’s room and returned to my quarters.

Since I had the good excuse of having my arms severed, I decided to rest today.
I entered my quarters while rotating my slightly stiff arms.

When Ohime returns, I can quickly run to her and give her a massage.

+++

The family head, Tachibana Kaede, took a deep breath. The scent of the combat soldier boy filled her nose. There had been talk within the family, and the second son, Heiji, was openly hostile toward that boy.

But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t resist.
The pieces of flesh and blood from the arms that had fallen from that boy right before her eyes.
Unable to resist the temptation, she placed a piece on her tongue, and the boy’s scent filled her mouth and nose.

A doll without will. A meat shield expended against low-level yokai. The boy who should have been just that had somehow struggled to survive for over ten years. It wasn’t because his body was strong, nor because he had innate talent.

The will to live.
The strength to rise again despite injuries.
In a word, indomitable.

She was reminded of her husband whom she had lost in the past. Born with meager talent, he was always cautious even after becoming a son-in-law to the Tachibana family, but he willingly jumped to his death to save his eldest daughter, Miyuki.

Even if the family looked down on him.
Even if the excessive honor oppressed him.
Even if he was pushed back by stronger yokai. Until the last moment, he loved his family.

From the unfamiliar doll came the familiar scent of a man.
The scent of an unyielding man whom she had never stopped doubting.
No, unlike him, there was an even stronger and more tenacious will within. Something truly worthy of being called human.

How strange. To feel such emotions for a doll supposedly devoid of will and self.
She unconsciously bit into the flesh. The blood that spurted out was sweet.

Ah, the image comes to mind. A mere mass-produced doll. Herself beneath his feet.
The fantasy of being trampled and thoroughly devoured by a being who should be nothing.
No. It’s not a fantasy. In the deepest part of that boy’s eyes, there is thorough defiance. If he were to gain the upper hand, he would gladly trample me and mount me.

It’s not just her. Miyuki and Kazuha have also been drawn in by that boy’s peculiarity.

Then, if the day comes when the Tachibana family, a renowned exorcist lineage of over 1,000 years, all submit to that doll boy.

Mmm.
Unbearable feelings flowed out.

Child, grow stronger.
Quickly become a being stronger than anyone else, and devour me.

When the time comes, I will bow my head before you faster than anyone else, lick your feet, and sing of love.