Why is there such an abandoned fort, in an out of sight place, that bandits could use as their hideout? I know, I know, darlings, there are so many times when I was watching anime that I thought, “Are they stupid?”. In reality, there would be no one stupid enough to build an important structure in such a place. However, even in reality cases of foolishness have been seen so many times on Earth. Although that’s not the case here.
Mommy won’t spoil things so let’s just say that someone pulled some strings to obtain “resources” for their “intellectual curiosity”.
Accompanied by the sound of clicking from my geta sandals, the two of us: Mommy and the new girl that would guide me to the captive ladies in that same fort. The ninjas standing guard outside the underground prison saluted at me, then opened the door.
Our noses were filled with the disturbing smell in the room wherein no person should be in. And yet, like sardines, the women of varying ages and races were in this place. There’s also a cell dedicated for dumping the corpses of “damaged goods”.
Each and every woman here had such dull and lifeless eyes. Here and there, I could spot bruises and wounds visible in their bodies. I can’t say if there’s any hidden by the rags they were wearing since it didn’t cover much of their privates.
“Release them.”
“Hah.”
The captive women shirked in fear but didn’t scream when they saw people they didn’t know.
“Show your faces to them, girls. They will be much more at ease knowing that we are women”
Nodding, the two ninjas removed the cloth hiding their faces. Visible relief was apparent on the faces of the slaves when they finally realized that we aren’t the men who always hurt them. One by one, the women were escorted out the cells. They will be bathed in the bathing area of this fort and clothed in new clothes I bought with Script. And then they’ll be fed in the dining hall with enough food for all of them to enjoy.
However, there are those who were only waiting for themselves to die. Because of the unspeakable acts done to them by those vile bandits, there are quite a number of women here who lost their will to live. Even if they couldn’t speak anymore, I could see their plea in their eyes:
“Please kill me”
“I don’t want to live anymore”
“I’m tired of living”
“Grant us eternal rest”
But, I can’t bring these women, who didn’t want any of these to happen to them, to die without showing that justice had been served. And I never considered it an option to kill these poor souls. I’ll do anything - everything for them to forget all the nightmares they had to suffer in this place.
“Come here.”
Our “new sister” who was reborn just earlier came to me. The slaves only looked at her blankly, but that changed when I said these words:
“This is the leader of the bandits who did those things to you.”
At first they were confused but eventually they saw the resemblance between the two. Before they were overcome with fear that had been instilled deep in their hearts, I hit the former bandit with my whip.
“Ah~♥” (ღ♡‿♡ღ)
“Relax, darlings. As you can see the degenerate became such a masochist~ Why don’t you make “him” feel everything done to you, hm~?”
Even with Abyss-chan far from her mommy, just a wave of my hand and a dark light emanated from me. It shot out and went to every woman still in this room. They were filled with overwhelming vitality and the traces of abuse were gone from their now-healthy and powerful bodies.
“Now, why don’t you ‘assist’ our new sister in her ‘initiation’ to our brand-new sisterhood, honeypies~?”
The dull glint of hopelessness was now gone in their eyes, replaced with the fires of vengeance for their former tormentor.
Ara Ara~ They seem gung-ho to use their new “hand”, fufufu.
As to not disturb the heart-warming “reunion” between slaves and the bandit leader, I gently closed the door and quietly left.
I really can’t tell you much about myself sweetie pies, but let me talk about myself for a bit since I’m lonely walking in this hallway devoid of life, mm-‘kay?
Let’s see~ Ah, how about my treatment of those bandits? You see, it always left me with a bitter feeling whenever those wrong-doers died or got handed to the authorities. Some might say: they’re already dead, so what’s your problem?; or: Let the authorities handle their punishment.
But most of all, if it was a rape case, I always thought to have the man part of those beasts exchanged with a woman’s. You know, so they could feel how terrifying it is to have something you don’t want inserted into you. You know, like injections.
That is why I have changed the sex of each and every bandit in this place, and the same thing would happen to the bad guys we’ll meet in the future.
And even in my time as a man on Earth, I always found NTR and Rape to be awful. But, let’s just say that being a woman open new doors for me as I find man raping a man to be kinda erotic. Though,I’m not sure why I found man-to-man rape and reverse rape acceptable but not man-to-woman rape.
By the way, I couldn’t make those two bitches face their punishment since Mommy has to show that she was a forgiving god.
As for my change of gender, I really can’t say the first and foremost reason but let me tell you the second one: Isn’t it kinda interesting to be a woman, and experience those womanly pleasures. And darlings, let me tell you: kimochi ii ♥ motto ♥
But let me clarify one thing: I’m a 100% man in my previous life, ‘kay? This isn’t how I talk when I’m a man, understood? Mommy just felt it appropriate to talk feminine when I’m a woman right now. And I always found tall, elegant, and mature ladies to be attractive. This is why Mommy talks like a Mommy, mm-kay?
(Fort’s Dining Hall)
“Mommy, over here, over here!”
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Seeing my cute li’l honey pie so energetic brings a warm smile on my lips. Upon reaching the long table where Abyss-chan and Rie-chan are waiting, I settled on to the head of the table.
I made sure to tell the other girls to eat dinner without waiting for me. The freed women should be eating as soon as possible since it’s been so long for most of them without a hot and delicious meal. And to see them crying while shoveling food to their mouths with a delightful face, made my decision to have Rie-chan search the area with Script correct.
It might be a good idea to always do this sort of thing. These acts of kindness could balance the atrocities I would hand-out to evil doers in the near future.
“Mommy, did I do a good job?”
“Mm-hmm, you did, darling.”
This warm and cozy atmosphere is only possible because of my baby girl here. After this little one forced the bandits to sex-change, with Rie-chan’s supervision, Abyss-chan’s efforts, and the ninja girls’ support, the former dark and dirty fort became such a comforting place to be. Of course she deserved a pat in the head and lots of hugs and kisses.
In the middle of this lively gathering, a girl from our ninja group came and whispered to me.
“One of the freed women, an elf from the Aether Folk, requests an audience with you, My Lady.”
“Mm. Good job, return to your duties.”
“Hah.”
This beautiful lady thinks she did a good job to make sure her true thoughts did not leak out. Mommy’s totes thankful for Role-play. By the way, dearies this is my thoughts when I heard the report: Yay~! Mommy will finally meet an elf in this other world~!
***
(The day of the attack at an Aether Folk Settlement in Rathni)
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
“Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!”
“Kyaaa!”
“Release me!”
“Kyahyahyahyahyahya!”
The discordant sounds of madness, vulgar laughter, desperate pleas of the villagers, and clanging of the defender’s and plunderer’s blades served as chaotic background music for the burning and collapsing village. As the flames engulfed homes and the screams of terror filled the air, the once peaceful settlement was reduced to a scene of utter devastation. The attackers showed no mercy, their relentless assault leaving no stone unturned in their quest for plunder.
Several dead bodies of Aether Folk men could be seen here and there, while the women and children were used as playthings for the humans, who were much worse than demons who attacked them out of nowhere. The survivors, traumatized and broken, huddled together in a corner, their hopes for rescue dwindling with each passing moment. The Aether Folk's once harmonious existence was shattered, replaced by a haunting reminder of the depths of human cruelty.
And bit by bit, the force resisting the bandits grew weaker and weaker until most of them were dead, as the few female warriors among them became victims of the bandits' ravishment. And one of them was Harthela, one of the prettiest women in the Aether folk settlement. Harthela fought fiercely, her spirit unyielding even in the face of such brutality. As she was about to fell victim to the bandits' ravishment, the last flicker of hope within the Aether Folk seemed to dim, their once vibrant community now stained with despair and sorrow.
“Oi, boss! Can we have some fun with this bitch?
“Yeah, yeah! Just looking at her made me as hard as hell!”
"When we finally break this whore, I can't wait to make her beg for more!”
“I’ll take the mouth, you hear!?”
“Then I'm going to fill her asshole full!”
“At least let me fuck her when she’s still tight!”
Why did this happen? Sophia-sama, we never forget to pray to you; you are always on our minds no matter what we do, whether it be in our daily lives, during festivals, or during harvests; no matter the occasion, we speak of your name in awe.
So why did you abandon us? You chose those wretched people who never possessed the purity you mentioned! Even the human clergy, who have sworn to put all worldly wants to death, are the ones who sink in wickedness and greed!
“You fuckers, don’t you dare lay a hand on that bitch! She’s one of the ‘merchandise’!”
If only I had more strength. If only I had been born with a talent for using Aether Arts like Mom, I could have protected the settlement. I wish I wasn’t born a woman. If I were born a man like Dad and inherited his blessing, I could kill these ruffians in no time at all. Then no one has to die.
A tear dropped from her eyes, and then everything went dark as a blow to the back of her head sent her into unconsciousness.
***
“Daddy! I’m going to be as strong as you and protect everyone!”
“Gahahaha! Is that so!? Oi, Daedela! Our daughter wants to be as muscular as me! Ain’t that right, little one!?”
“Yeah! I’m going to be as tall and full of muscles as you, Daddy!”
“Hear that! This girl wants to be like her father!”
““Wahahahaha!””
“Sigh~ These two… ”
Is this a dream? When was this? Ah, I think it was when I still thought I could be as bulky as Dad, even though usually Elves can’t be that muscular like Dwarves. It was much later that I found out the reason why Dad became so buff for an elf.
Dad was still alive, Mom was still speaking even a little bit, and our home was still full of warmth and laughter. But when the war started, everything changed. Because once Dad was summoned to battle and was reported to be MIA, Mom's health quickly declined, and she never spoke again. Our once-happy household now contains emptiness and longing, with me being the only one in there. I yearned for the times when I thought I could emulate my father, but right now, all I desired was for our family to be reunited.
However, that was impossible now.
***
(Present, Commander’s Office, Fort)
Days had passed since the attack on their settlement. Those who are still among the living were brought to an abandoned fort to face a fate much, much worse than what the victims of those scoundrels' perversions and brutality had faced. While in the prison, the elf heard snippets of conversation, which revealed some information about who was behind the attack. From the miniscule yet relevant clues she unearthed, everything pointed out the Principality of Thawanon as the mastermind.
The only country on the floating western continent, it was a human-centric country founded by humans with the aim of eradicating all of the races in the face of Arentha. Even the Aether folk, the races created by the Gods to protect humans, would not be spared.
This country possesses technological and magical superiority, which allowed them to make the entire western continent float indefinitely. With Magic, Science, and Alchemy, this country was able to create weapons much more advanced than Earth’s.
And then before they were brought to the Principality, a miracle occurred.
*knock-knock*
Anxiously, Harthela knocked on the door which leads to the room of the lady commanding the group of black-clad ninjas who annihilated the plunderers of the Aether folk’s settlement in a matter of seconds. Harthela's heart raced as she awaited a response, her mind filled with admiration for the lady's extraordinary skills and power. She couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay behind that door, eager to meet the mastermind behind such a swift and efficient victory.
If only she knew that the lady just had fun while all of that was happening.
“Enter.”
“Coming in…”
Once she opened the door, her eyes immediately fell on the woman whose chin rested on her right hand and who was emanating pressure just by being in the room. The purple-haired woman had an air of authority; her presence demanded respect from anyone in her vicinity. As the leader of this powerful group, she exuded a sense of power and control that was palpable.
Standing by her side was the woman’s (Reiko’s) right-hand woman, Henrietta. She was the one who led the female ninjas in providing the best service the former slaves could have received. Henrietta's unwavering loyalty to Reiko was evident in her every action, as she flawlessly executed her duties with precision and grace.
The other person in this room was Abyss, the young girl dressed as a maid. Abyss's presence in the room provided a stark contrast to Henrietta's role as an aide. Despite her appearance as a maid, Abyss possessed an air of mystery and hidden potential, leaving others wondering about her true nature. Her quiet demeanor and curious nature only added to the intrigue surrounding her. People couldn't help but be drawn to the Abyss, as if there was something more beneath the surface waiting to be discovered. It was clear that she held power and knowledge that went far beyond her maid attire, making her an enigma in the group.
Reiko motioned towards a nearby chair, her voice soothing and comforting. As she spoke, her eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of understanding(because of Script), as if she could see right through the worries and insecurities of those around her. It was this combination of grace and insight that made her presence all the more captivating, leaving everyone eager to serve her for all eternity.
Her secretary, instead of the maid sitting on Reiko's lap, served cookies and tea. The secretary's efficient and attentive demeanor reflected the high standards that Reiko expected from her staff. With a warm smile, Reiko graciously accepted the tray of treats, creating an atmosphere of warmth and hospitality in the room.
"Now, Harthela, could you tell us about why you requested an audience with me?"
Even though the elf was surprised that Reiko knew her name, Harthela did as asked and proceeded to tell everything she knew. From the attack on the Aether folk to what she learned at the prison, even her family’s circumstances, Harthela found herself talking a bit too much. She felt comfortable talking to the older woman; even though they just met, Reiko felt like her older sister Harthela that she could tell all her worries.
And then while Harthela was talking about herself…
“*sob* Uwaaa! Ela-chan *sob* you poor thing! Don’t *hic* worry, Mommy Reiko, will *sob* take care of you! Uwaaa!”
Reiko buried her deep in chest, all the while crying and sobbing and making an absolute mess from the sad story of the poor elf. Her authoritative aura, the eyes that knows everything, her motherly smile, all of that were thrown out the window.
I thought she was so perfect, like she was a goddess. It’s a bit rude, but seeing her like this, comforted me a bit; that like me, she was a normal person too, that gets sad when she’s sad, angry the moment something triggers her, laughs whenever someone said something funny.
This time, Harthela found herself falling asleep in the warmth of another person’s body and their heartbeat, although there were sobs, hiccups, sniffs mixed in the background from a crying woman.