Escape From a Deserted Island With Enemy Female Soldiers - Chapter 83



82 – The Body is Honest (3)

The mating season made the sight of her crush’s bare skin an unbearable thing for the fox shapeshifter.

Liyo’s pupils dilated.

“Hooo!”

Her once swaying tails stiffened, her nose twitched as she inhaled his hot scent. Her shoulders heaved, and her lower abdomen felt heavy.

Right now.

She wanted to be in that man’s arms.

How wonderful it would be to rub her head and tails against him, marking him with her scent. And how thrilling it would be to bite his shoulder, to sink her teeth into his neck.

Thoughts she would usually restrain flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

In the first place, Major Rachel broke the rules. A little flirting was allowed, but she shouldn’t have pounced on Erich so blatantly.

Now that things had come to this, was there any reason to hold back?

“Just a moment, I can explain,”

Erich said, wiping the saliva from his glistening lips.

Liyo couldn’t immediately understand Erich’s words. Tiria, who had finished her conversation with him, nodded with a much more serious expression.

“…So that’s what happened.”

To summarize, the venom contained an aphrodisiac component.

Tiria, assessing Rachel’s still panting state, opened her mouth with a slightly disturbed look in her eyes.

“Sergeant Major, it’s best if we treat what just happened as an exception.”

“Huh?”

“Apparently, the mana imbued in the stinger causes s*xual arousal. Major Brokenheart acted according to desires she didn’t even want. We have no choice but to treat it as an exception and understand.”

“But, if you put it that way, my heat cycle…”

“Isn’t that something the superior can control?”

Can’t control it.

Those words almost clawed their way out of my throat, but I barely managed to swallow them back.

“……Understood.”

Survival comes first. We can’t fight amongst ourselves.

Colonel Tiria looked just as displeased, so Riyo had no choice but to concede. She thought.

Ah, I should have just gotten stung by that bee.

*

The Saintess announced the diagnosis.

“The venom is pretty standard. Just a little swelling and a rash, it seems. Whatever’s causing the…*stimulating* feelings is closer to a curse than a poison.”

“A curse, you say?”

“Yes, a curse with cleverly manipulated mana. A forbidden spell that affects the mind, like illusion magic.”

In simpler terms, it was a horny spell. A mana structure, like a chemical substance, affecting the central nervous system. Seems this boss has some knowledge of magi-medicine. Like our country’s president, almost.

“Can it be healed?”

“With my divine power, yes.”

Thankfully, it was a level that could be quickly recovered with the Saintess’s power.

The Saintess infused Valkyrie with divine power. Valkyrie’s complexion was steadily improving. Exhausted, Valkyrie began to nod off the moment she started receiving healing.

“……I’m sorry.”

Valkyrie’s earlobe was bright red. Her cheeks were peach-colored, whether from the fever or not. Just a moment ago she was about to devour me, and now she can’t even meet my eyes again.

“Here, the medicine is ready. Drink this and get some rest.”

“Thank you.”

“We’ll let it slide this time since it couldn’t be helped. Even the mage seemed understanding. So don’t worry about it too much.”

“But… I showed you a terrible sight. I made a complete fool of myself in front of three people, causing nothing but trouble. I’ll never be able to get married now, until I die.”

The Valkyrie, chewing herbs, lay down as she was. She looked the weakest of us all.

“Mage, it must have been hard fighting alone while we were gone, right? You should rest too.”

“What about you, Mr. Kaston? Aren’t you tired?”

“Tired, yeah. But I have things I need to do. I’ll take a nap right after.”

The saintess’s head slowly lowered.

“Ah…”

“I- I’m embarrassed if you stare so openly.”

“Ugh, sorry. It must be cold with you wearing nothing, right?”

“I have fur and leaves, so that’s enough.”

“Still. Your clothes are all wet, don’t you need something warmer to put on?”

“It would be nice, I guess. But where would we find something to cover me with right now?”

“Here.”

The saintess pointed to herself. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“My clothes… they’re thick, though.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t you want them?”

After what just happened with the Valkyrie, I had a bad thought for a moment.

Of course, even if that wasn’t the reason, it was still surprising enough.

“You’re offering to take off your clothes for me?”

“…Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m fine. This weather is nothing.”

“Didn’t you say on the first island we met on that, because of the Order’s doctrines, the holy women who guarded the purifying fire couldn’t even show a strange man their bare legs?”

“Are you a stranger?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, survival comes first. Those minor doctrines don’t have to be followed in every situation.”

Regardless, those weren’t the kind of remarks a saint should be making.

At our first meeting, she was a stickler who tried to interpret the world according to every doctrine. Is it a good thing that she’s become somewhat flexible?

“Then, I’ll take them off for you.”

The saint stained her pupils a pale pink color and disrobed. Now she was essentially left in a white t-shirt, stockings, and her nun’s cap. Embarrassing to look at, for anyone.

Taking the robe, I could feel its warmth fully intact. It was definitely spacious and made of thick fabric. The material was also soft, making it as cozy as a real blanket.

It would probably be warm to sleep with.

The problem is the shame.

“Mr. Karsten.”

“Yes.”

“I appreciate the kindness, but I don’t think I can sleep with it after all.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Valkyrie’s the one who’s sick.”

I just got wet, but Valkyrie’s soaked and now she’s poisoned and sick to boot. Prioritizing the sick one lets me refuse the Saintess’ favor without outright rejecting her.

The Saintess, being a healer herself, should also think caring for the patient comes first.

“Ah…”

Why’s she letting out a sigh like that, like she’s disappointed?

“Mage.”

“Yes.”

“What’s your condition like right now?”

“I inhaled some pollen earlier, so I’m a little feverish. Even so, I can manage well enough. I’m going to try to sleep for a bit and then get up.”

“Then do the usual.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

“Receive the cleansing divine power, you mean?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m naked right now.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m not even completely dry yet.”

“That’s so.”

“Mr. Casten also took off his thickest clothes and is wearing a thin layer, isn’t he?”

“I know.”

The Saintess spread her arms wide, her lips parting.

“Still, gotta do what we gotta do, right…?”

Yeah, no telling what kind of long-term damage that pollen’s gonna do. Better listen to the Saint, she’s the only medical professional here. I swallowed my shame and hugged her.

And.

For some reason, my heart wasn’t settling down, it was pounding even harder.

As soon as the hug with the Saint was over, I laid down next to Valkyrie. There was only one bed to begin with, nowhere else to go.

“……”

“……”

Valkyrie and I locked eyes. She closed them right away, but didn’t turn away. To begin with, with where she got shot, it’d be hard for her to lie on her other side.

“Cover yourself.”

I put the Saint’s clothes over Valkyrie. Finally, something to focus on. I was secretly relieved when I suddenly sensed someone behind me.

[“Aren’t you cold?”]

It was the older fox sister, Miyo.

[“You’ll catch a cold if you sleep like that. Wait, I’ll be your blanket.”]

Miyo laid down, back to back with me. Her fluffy tail crawled up my back, then came all the way over and settled in front.

[“There, warm enough?”]

[“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”]

Miyo turned her head and blew warm air into my ear. I got goosebumps.

[“Today I’m covering you like this, but later, you’re going to have to cover me. Got it?”]

*

Right after receiving treatment from the Saint, all that remained for Rachel, free from lust, was a shame so intense she wanted to die.

Did it.

I went and did it.

Got all horny over being stung by that stupid bee stinger, and ended up making out with Erich.

Guilt towards my friends.

Embarrassment from kissing the enemy’s mage.

But even disillusionment with myself, for feeling good about it instead of disgusted.

“…”

If Erich was even slightly disgusted, it would undeniably be assault. I’d be guilty of a s*x crime in the middle of a war.

What do I do now?

What’s there to do? Pray. I just had to hope that when I opened my eyes and faced Erich, he wouldn’t be looking at me with contempt.

Rachel slowly opened her eyes.

Erich was looking at her, his face scrunched up in a frown.

“…Ah.”

Rachel immediately closed her eyes again.

Even though it was just a fleeting glance, that expression was burned into my mind.

The mage was despising her.

Even if it was because of the venom’s effects, she’d gone and stolen a kiss from the enemy out of nowhere. She understood why he’d look like that.

But beyond that understanding, her heart ached even more.

You’re trash, Rachel.

Betrayed her friends’ loyalty, and made things awkward with the mage.

Couldn’t even dare utter the word “sorry.” Rachel writhed inwardly, accepting the encroaching sleep head-on.

This guilt was just unbearable for now.

*

“So, how’s it feel?”

[“Doesn’t this make you all soft and sleepy?”]

Riyo and Miyo whispered, taking turns. Their tails were tracing up and down my body. The tails doubled as towels, so the moisture was quickly wiped away and I warmed up fast. That was good.

Even so.

The stimulation is too intense.

Until now, even when their tails touched or brushed against me, it was always over my clothes, so I could restrain myself to a certain extent.

But now, with these softened yet subtly hardened clumps of fur pressed against my bare skin, I felt my reason slipping away all the same.

“Ugh.”

Before I knew it, my face was contorted in a grimace and I was gritting my teeth.

Valkyrie opened her eyes briefly, then closed them again.

“……”

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Ah, she saw after all.

How pathetic must she think I am, moaning and groaning, being played with by fox beastkin tails? She was poisoned, but I’m perfectly fine and still acting like this, she might be despising me.

Anyway, I felt ashamed. All I could do was try to fall asleep quickly.

[“Ah, it got hard.”]

Please, just stop.