:: Dear Diary… I feel so relaxed. I never knew that kicking a man’s crotch over 30 times could feel so satisfying. Why, all the pain and trauma I’ve experiencd from Dire Wolves, Orcs, Goblins, or even a Manticore trying to force me to bear their children - are all gone!! I truly felt refreshed☆! That’s a good thing right? It’s healthy right? I guess, that from now on, whenever there is an opportunity to make myself feel better, Ill step on it!☆☆☆ ::
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<< You gained +1000 EXP from STOMP. You gained a new Skill, Dominatrix Lv 8! >> -----
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>
~Yes, My Mistress~
You suddenly evolved from an Innocent Milk Maid to a Queen of Pure Sadism.
You're the new Pauper and the Princess!!
----- << Your relationship with Captain and Guards at Garrison Sienna117 has increased to 58%!! >> << Congratulations: You became an Honorary Soldier of the Royal Garrison. SALUTE! >>
“Hnnnnnnggggaaaaaaaaaaaaan….Nello...this feels so good…Aaaaanh~♥”
“…..Um...is dripping your legs into a lake really that comfy, Big Sis?”
"Yeeeeeeeeessssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh~♥♥♥♥♥...Hiccup♥"
Pastrache let out a moan of pleas—Happiness. She relaxed her body across the grass, with her legs knee deep in the cold crystal clear water. She had taken off her long stuffy boots and rested them to the side as she leaned back and enjoyed the cold sensation of the water massaging the sore muscles and potential blisters on her feet.
All the while, a certain T-34 Soviet Tank was perched up on top of the bank right before the ground slanted down to head into the waters. He was wary of the threshold where the parallel ground would drop into a 10 degree slope.
“Come on, Nello, dip your feet…or…tracks in as well! It’ll feel real good!”
“…Um….The last time my tank brother tried to cross a river to suprirse the enemy… he sunk under. I could only see the tip of his 10 meter nose.”
“………………………………………….Stay where you are. My body will snap if I try to drag you out of the lake.”
“Sorry Big Sis. I’ll be good…sniff.”
“O-oh no! N-nello’s feelings are hurt! D-don’t cry! B-Big Sister loves you!”
Pastrache was conflicted all of a sudden. She truly wanted to rush up the hill and hug her tank friend with all her body and heart. She would cradle his…nose in her arms and tell him everything was going to be okay. As if he was her own fluffy Golden Retriever.
…But the water felt just too good for her feet.
“…D*mn it! My instinct as a woman is crushing my rational to comfort my friend! F**k!”
"It’s okay Big Sis…I-I’ve never been fan of big bodies of water before…..I’ll watch you.”
“……………….W-wait. I-I was hoping to take a skinny dip t-to absorb the therapeutic properties of this fresh water lake, n-now my plans are dashed completely!”
“…What’s skinny dip?”
“N-not something a child like you should see!”
Nello, the T-34 Soviet Tank turned his turret head to the side, and dropped his barrel. He wasn’t sad like usual, rather, this was the best way to represent a head tilt of confusion. He watched as the Half-Elf fanned herself with her own hands under the warm weather. The tank didn't know it, but it was mostly so she could calm her own hormones down.
Once she was in control of her body, she gazed lus—er, normally at the beautiful lake in front of her feet.
“Oh! The Daimond Salmons are nipping at my toes! Nyaaah! Aaaah♥! I-it tickles! Hyaaahnn! Annnnnnbhmmmmm!♥♥♥”
“…….Why is Big Sis making so much noise? It sounds like a cat looking for a girlfriend... I think.”
“Again. You’re too young for this cruel world of lazy adults.”
“I know. Men in the Red Army kept kicking me out of the snow and ice so I could help them fight the scary German Tanks while they drink vodka in a horse stable….. uuuuuh.”
“……………I’m sorry Nello. I-I didn’t mean to make you think back to your old life like that.”
“It’s okay…Sniff.”
Now Pastrache was really facing an internal conflict. The urge to forget everything and run to her friend, pulling the tank into an embrace that bore a lot of her bosom into his face.
…….But the Diamond Salmon felt too comfortable. And, they were helping to clean the dead skin cells off her feet. It was a win-win.
“H-how is abandoning my beloved Nello a Win-Win!?”
“Hmm? Did you say some Big Sis?”
“I love you~♥!”
“Oh! I-I love Big Sis too!”
To show her undying devotion, the Half-Elf touched her fingers to her lips and blew a kiss. To show his appreciation, the tank sat there, confused.
“…………..Um...Okay.”
But being the good and innocent boy that was living inside of its empty armored body, it just left it at that and hummed a Russian Folk Song to himself.
“….Hey, Nello. Other than your memories of fighting in Stalingrad do you have… you know… any happy memories?”
“No.”
“Th-that was fast! D-did you even try to think it over!?”
“…To be honest, I was born for five days before the German Tiger tanks punched my face in with their cannon and made me black out. The only thing I do remember is fighting, shooting, and running….And how cold Russia was… the weather always made my wheels freeze over.”
“…………Honestly? No happy memories.”
“………………….A dog.”
“Oh! We’re getting somewhere in Dear Diary Moment for Nello!”
Pastrache adjusted in her seat on the lake side while she kept her feet in the cold waters. While she relaxed, she listened to Nello answering her previous question. All the while resisting the urge to giggle when she kept feeling the Daimond Salmons kissing her toes.
Someone definitely had a fetish.
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“Um…The one who built me had this small dog. She was super fluffy and small, almost the size of a rubber ball.”
“Yes, yes! Go on.”
“I…kind of remember, but my memory is hazy. I was half-assembled at that time when the mechanic put my head on. I always remember that every time he had to use a wrench to fix something in my turret gear, he would let his fluffy dog sit on my head.
“Oh how cute~☆.”
“My skull always felt wet.”
“……………………………………….Pffft.”
“Hmm? Big Sis? What’s the matter.”
“Nothing. Cough. Th-the salmon were sucking on the wrong toes…Pffffft.”
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>
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~ Not Laughing At You ~
You were able to laugh at your Party Member and persuade them it isn't about them. Kudos, B*tch.
"........................Cough."
"Hmm? Big Sis, what's the matter? Why are you swinging your arm around like that?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. There was this wierd sensation in my arm to punch something so I had to give the air the old one two...(Stupid screen, if you were reincarnated as a real girl, I'll b*tch slap you back to a screen!)"
"Um...Okay...Where was I?"
While Pastrache was still swinging her arm to 'knock out the wierd sensation bothering her', the mystical notification screen projecting her achievement exploded like cheap glass. All the while the Soviet Tank fidgeting his cannon up and down... as if trying to remember where it left off.
“…Oh right. Um…I can’t remember the name of the man who built me, but I somehow remember his dog always rolling around on my head. He was really fluffy, like a pillow… or… whatever pillows felt like… I only heard they’re soft because the original crew that controlled me always complained how the pillows in the barracks were hard as rocks.”
“…Aaah. I see. Do you know the puppy’s name?”
“Obi…….....Wan?”
“…Obi…Wan? A-and is that a question mark in your sentence!?”
“It was a super long name that's hard to pronounce. I couldn't remember anything but Obi...and Wan...so I called it Obi Wan."
“Sounds like some kind of charming young knight who wields this magical sword that could cut through anything as it glowes a sapphire blue light!"
".........................I don't understand what you're saying Big Sis."
The T-34 Tank took a moment to adjust the barrle of his anti-infantry DT Machine gun. It turned at an angle to 'look' at Pastrache, while she gripped bit hands together as if holding a longsword and swung this invisible weapon in her hands around. All the while moving her full lips.
"Vrrrrm! Vrrrrrrm! Vrrrr!...Bzzzzzzzt!"
“…..What kind of noise is that?”
“I don’t know. I just made it up. Doesn’t it sound epic? Praise me!”
“…It sounds… okay…”
“……(Rat fink showoff with ridiculous loud fire nose)”
“Wh-what Big Sis? I can’t hear you.”
“Be our guest, be our guest, be our gueeeest~♪”
“Oh, she’s singing. Okay.”
Pastrache tried to change the subject by pretending to whistle whislt playing with her long and beautiful blonde sidetail. She could comb her fingers through the strands to straight them, but always leave a cute spiralling curve at their ends like British curls.
As she moved her feet in the water, waving them back and forth like a mermaid’s tail, she asked one more question.
“Did you teach little Obi Wan lots of tricks, Nello? Like pushing something without actually touching it.”
“I tried, but the German Airplanes attacked and bombed part of the factory.”
<< You were dealt -1000 Emotional Damage. Please seek counselling for Trauma Therapy >>
“……………………………………”
Somehow, even in a relaxed state by a lake… Pastrache felt like she stepped on a landmine. Even in this world, she knew what a magical mine could do if trampled on.
“…I think they were call Stukas, or said the men in the factory who ran around to warn everyone. The bombers attacked us and it blew up half of the factory. I was away from the side of the building and half of my unfinished tanks brothers and armored cars disappeared in the rubble…and Obi Wan…..”
"N…Nello….don’t tell me…”
“…I couldn’t move… they didn’t assemble my tracks yet… but I think I saw Obi-Wan…hiding under the desk in a corner.”
“Oh thank the goddess, he's ali—“
“And the only thing left of him was his fur………..the mechanic who owned him cried really loud…I couldn’t see what happened.”
“………………………… ……………………………… ……………………… ……………………… …………..”
“…………I wish I ccould have been able to speak to like I am doing now…If I had, I would like to tell Obi-Wan to stop making my head wet. It’s not nice.”
*Thonk*
“G-guhg!? B…big Sis? Wh-what's wrong?”
“…………………………I'm sorry Nello…You deserve this. You really do...”
Nello was surprised when he felt something small tackle his the front of his armor.
He didn’t dare move, or else he risk squishing the person in question. And he would truly regret it, if he ran over his Half-Elf Friend who wrapped her short arms around his front armor. It looked like she was a freeze frame victim of a car accident, but really she threw her body onto his ‘hood’ and glued herself there.
Visible tears dripped own her face… and the lake water trailing down her long legs and bare feet. A trail of wet footprints dashed up the hill after her. Her leather boots still sitting by the bank.
“…Nello… is such a gentle soul… yet why were you born and raised in a cruel war.”
“I’m a Tank. Big Sis. My duty is to defend my country from the enemy. I am a soldier of the Red Army. It’s okay, you don’t have to cry…I think I’m retired now that I’m reborn in this world.”
“Nello…You deserve better.”
“It’s okay. I have you Big Sis.”
“…… I love you so much Nello!”
“Hee-hee. I love you too Big Si……S……Aaah…..”
“…N-Nello Wh-why are you moving……Oh…”
It wasn’t clear what happened. But the moment Pastrache hugged her friend with her legs kicked up in the air… the tank’s center of gravity shifted forward.
He was now starting to drip over the edge of the bank.
Down the 45 degree slope... Bon voyage.
“BIG SIS! CATCH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“THAT IS SUPER IMPOSSIBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!”
The next thing, Pastrache knew, she was flapping like a fla g in the wind while she grabbed onto any handle bar across Nello’s turret head. They both were rolling down the bank and into the lake.
“WAIT! NO! STOP! NELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“BIG SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—“
And into the lake they go—SPLASH!
<< You and Nello dealt -2000 Newton worth of Force Damage to the Lake. Apologize. >> << Status: You are Prone in the Water, enemies have advantage over your body. >>
“…………….Brbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrb—PUWHAAAAAAAAH! N-NELLO!? A-ARE YOU OKAY!? AN-ANSWER BIG SISTER!?”
“……… ……………… …………………… ……………….”
“NELLO!?”
Pastrache was the first to surface.
Not having a chance to throw off her clothing, she was drenched through and through after popping her head out from the bottom of the lake.
But ruining her clothing weren't her top priority. No, she started to look around her, searching for something.
A 26.5 ton tank that fell into the same lake as her. Despite making a big splash and scaring the cr*p out of the Diamond Salmon… she couldn’t see any Tank floating or sinking into he lake.
Not even the tip of his 3 meter barrel
“NELLO? NELLO! ANSWER ME! PLEASE!”
…………….brrrrrrrrr---*VRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
As if to answer her voice, the rear end of the T-34 Soviet Tank climbed up halfway across the lake bank, his front entirely submerged. His armor, was classically painted with sea grass, black mud, and a nest of Pickle Frogs on its turret head.
After a long pause, the voice inside the empty tank broke the silence.
<< You survived SINKING. Congratulations: You gained RARE SKILL: Submersible Lv 1 >> << __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>
~ Dare to Be Stupid ~
You braved your worst weakness and acquired a Rare Skill in Conquest. Well done.
“…..BIG SIS! I’M ALIVE! I DIDN’T SINK!”
“HALLELUJAH, NELLO! YOU LEVELED UP!”
To rejoice this wonderful occasion, the beautiful and wet Half-Elf Girl threw a big splash into Nello’s face.
“GAAAAH! NO FAIR! BIG SIS! BUGGBFFF! TH-THERE’S WATER IN MY EYES AND NOSE! I-IT HURTS! UUUUUUUUUH!”
“……………………………Ah…Sorry Nello.”
“Sorry Big Sis. I was joking. Ha—GUBYAAAG! MY WHEEL!”
To end the conversation, the beautiful and wet Half-Elf doubled up on a lovely drop kick into the half-submerged tank. Note, she wasn’t wearing her stuffy leather boots.
<< You used ANGRY KICK at Nello. It was not effective. >> << You dealt -0.00000000001 Bludgeoning Damage. You received -10 Recoil Damage. >> << WARNING: Your BARE FOOT is broken. Please seek a doctor, and counselling. >>
“GYAAAAAAAAH! M-MY TOE! MY TOE IS BROKEN! T-TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY BODY, NELLO!”
“UWAAAAAAH! WH-WHY AM I IN TROUBLLLLLLLLE!?”
That's what young siblings are for.