Chapter 46: Chapter 7: School Tomorrow - But Please Rest Lancelot...
A silver blade sliced through the final enemy, the huge imp's body crashing down to the floor as Lancelot sheathed his Gale Sword two slashes across the imp's chest, now pouring with blood.
"Master! So handsome!" Ikumi hopped towards him with an imps head in her hand.
Two days ago, when he trained at the dojo with the former swordmaster of Nippon.
He would spend the morning and early afternoon with Sumika and her family—thankfully, they kept it a secret that she chose him as her Lord as her grandfather dotes on her so much he might kill Lancelot for sure.
However, her mother knew from the same afternoon when he stayed for dinner and asked him to care for her naive but adorable daughter.
After that, he would train his physique and posture in the gym at the Elite apartment and deal with any Empire business like Sebastian, reminding him it was time for him to start attending the Academy.
'Honestly, I am not looking forward to it... That damn Guinevere keeps calling and messaging me too.'
Then from 6:30 pm, after eating a meal with the rabbit and Succubus, he would head into Avalon, where they were now.
'To think those girls would work so hard and be halfway finished with the western wall already... Imagine Merlin could use his eyes and scrying to see my current base...'
It would be a disaster to explain that—thankfully, he couldn't scry into the demon kingdoms just like they struggled to do the same with the human nations.
"Master? Are you okay? You seem a little strange..." The gentle Marimo asked, her cute face looking down at him from the tree above her face and body covered in imp and goblin blood, causing Lancelot to worry—this girl was getting more feral after she began training with the Sanguine Succubus girls.
"Mmmm, I was just thinking how cute you look when fighting."
"Hah!?"
"Mm!"
Woosh!
Before he could say it was a joke, the cute Hare was now 20 metres away, hopping from tree to tree, and seemed to be shouting something...
'Extremely cute...'
"Husband, can you stop seducing all the women in your army and tend to your hungry wife!"
"Morgana you... How can you lie like that? You used that to trick me into-" Before he could finish. Her soft body leaned against him, feeling her residual heat spreading across his back before her bare breasts pressed against him, poking him with her two hard cherries.
"Fufu~ hey, don't be so stingy, it was only my mouth... and one shot!" Her arms hung over his shoulders, wrapping his neck and stroking his chest as she blew her hot, seductive breath down his cheeks.
"Mmmn... darling~ why did you do it more times with Ikumi last night—I am so jealous," Morgana said with a baby voice while kissing the back of his neck with her soft, seductive lips, squishing them against him with a loud smack before pulling away.
"Stop clinging!" His voice bellowed, pushing her back, his tail pulling up her dress to cover her soft, swaying mounds—those were only for him to see.
He then turned back to her, stroking her sulking cheek.
"We need to take the last blocks of the forest and claim it as Sherwood Forest!" Her eyes brightened as she enjoyed how his fingers traced along her face, brushing her red lips with his thumb. "Then I will spend the entire eve with you until I need to leave for the Academy, I promise."
"I see... okay, I will help!" Lancelot smiled at her disappearing figure, now carrying the last three flags before the entire forest would be under his command.
"Well, it got easier with 40 Frost Hares and 8 Succubi."
Lancelot sat on a broken stone which he sliced through during the battle against this Lord. Things were going too easy—rather, he would be punished for saying this.
Normally Lord's would get stronger much slower than their units leading to them having to rely on those units for everything. But Lancelot was different as he was stronger than all his units and even more so with his Dominus form.
'Yet the battles and struggles are much harder from here on out...'
-> Blackwood Forest was claimed by Camelot and renamed Sherwood Forest!
Camelot will now produce 100 Wood, 50 Stone, and 25 Ore daily.
He was feeling it now—the exhaustion from keeping up this schedule was building slowly for him due to only being a half-demon. His recovery wasn't inhumane like Morgana or the Frost Hares sharing his blood.
'I need to train harder, make more allies... The advice I gave Sumika seemed to have worked.'
On the second day of training, when her grandfather went to rest, she began to open up with him about her strong units that had glaring weaknesses.
Her troops were a strange all-female humanoid fox-type unit, but they were just like her and specialised in sneak attacks or stealth, not direct fighting.
"It's good I told her about those strange Frostguard Amazonians before others got wind of their summoning artefact being found..."
'Although I did a shitty thing to the merchant.'
Thanks to Lancelot's training and the manuals he gave her, though, this would help her greatly.
"Master, do you want some fish?" Ikumi held out one of the Bari-tuna she brought into Avalon using her little jacket pockets and nibbled the battered corner with a delighted face. She didn't want to share.
He could tell by how the little rat was wolfing it down!
"It's okay—come sit on my lap and take a rest. Make sure to let your girls take a rest too."
Ikumi skittered along the ground, keeping the Bari-tuna safe by turning her body away from Lancelot.
Despite her affection and loyalty being maxed out, she wouldn't share any of the Bari-fish range with him.
Crunch! Crunch!
Her little mouth and black nose twitched as she crunched through the batter, her large ass sitting on Lancelot's thigh as he began to comb her hair, removing the mess from trees, bushes, and god knows where.
"Promise me you'll behave when I'm at the Academy," Lancelot whispered into her floppy ears, pulling bits of fluff before taking a small cotton swab and cleaning the bits of wax and mess.
Somehow this started the night after meeting Sumika. At first, she would ask him to clean her crotch after sex, then clip her nails, and finally, he began brushing and applying oil to her furry parts and ears.
'Well, if I do this, she will repay me with her cute mouth and boobs at night, so it's a nice trade.' The problem was that all the Frost Hares now came to him after doing good deeds or performing well and asking him to do the same for a reward... No... Even the Succubus had him polish their horns and massage their tails and hooves...
"I could probably make a living if I opened up a beast girl beauty store..." He muttered as the Hare on his lap climbed off, seeing one of her friends in the distance and jumped away with a huge leap before speaking.
At this moment, Lancelot felt at ease starting to accept his changes as a half-incubus, mainly his increased charm making the females more interested in him, and some of the Hares might enter heat early due to it.
The charm only made the Succubus worship him more though calling him "Our King!" Then flashing him with their naked bodies randomly... When he asked Morgana, she told him that was a sign of a succubus who had surrendered her mind and body to a male.
Otherwise, it's just their body and means nothing.
After a moment of silence, he was passed a gentle cool breeze from the mountain blowing across his tired body when suddenly a soft pair of hands began to stroke his neck, gently massaging and caressing his tense muscles before a brush started to slide through his silver hair gentle as if to avoid pulling or hurting him even the slightest.
There was one Hare who would return the favour always after he pampered other Hares.
She would come to him silently, without any words, and gently help to soothe his stress and tense muscles.
"Thanks as always, Marimo."
"Mmm... Sorry for running. I just thought my heart might explode..."
"Haha, don't worry... let me pamper you sometimes. I love your black fur and lovely ears pointing into the sky like lances.
Quietly, the pair sat together, one soothing the other soothed. Watching the playful Succubi and Frost Hares carrying their bounty like pirates thanks to Ikumi training them with strange things from his world...
"I love you all, but now we will face only uphill battles and the chance of success-" Suddenly, Marimo hugged his back, her warm, naked body tightly holding him while her hands brushed against his cheeks.
Because of her height, his head was pressed into the cleavage of her breasts; the warm, slightly sweet scent of her sweat and a strange vanilla aroma caused him to feel more relaxed as the thought of the future faded. Her voice sounded...
But unlike normal, it was gentle and motherly without her usual shyness.
"My beloved Lord, do not worry about such distant things—I will protect your heart with everything I can offer."
Her hands began to stroke along his back while pulling his body before he felt his body tilting, and suddenly, only fluff and fur enveloped his head and face as she lay his head on her lap, gently stroking his head.
"I cannot be strong like Morgana, willful like Ikumi... But my thighs and body are all yours. No matter in what way." Lancelot felt a sense of relief, and a wave of tiredness washed over him as her hands seemed to move like a metronome.
"If you have worries, I will solve them."
"If you need pleasure, I will please you."
"If you are scared, I will protect you."
"If you are lonely, I will love you."
"That's why... My beloved Lord... Take a moment to rest... We can feel your affection, the hard work you do daily..." Her hands brushed around his soft hair—Lancelot's eyes now closed with peaceful breathing as he entered a deep slumber. "We are here to serve and support you, so use us. Don't work yourself to the bone...
until you almost break down."
"All of us are willing to die for you."
"Our gentle and lonely Lancelot."
[Ah... What a cunning rabbit... but thank you, Marimo... He would not listen to me...]
{Marimo looks happy... So does Master... Are Marino's thighs that good?}
[Come Ikumi, tonight let's allow our King to rest, I'll take you to play with some demon dogs]
{Are we going to make them explode again? Or poke their butts with our spears?}
Marimo's long black hair began to blow with the chilly breeze, yet her tanned skin without clothes didn't seem to feel anything but a burning warmth, a content expression on her face as she took strands of the sleeping Lord's hair, storing them in a small pouch.