“Calm down, everyone. We can do that later.”
When god closes a door, he opens a window. That old saying
proved to be true in this instance.
The false rumors had drastically reduced the job offers
coming to the Holstein Girls.
But Kurumi, Aika, Amiko, Tooru, and the other employees
worked hard to turn that crisis into a new opportunity.
The office workers had gone around from morning to night
bowing down to different business contacts until their shoes were worn out.
Lastly is one is an entry in the Milk Series that I started working on at the start of the year because it was Year of the Cow, but it ended up falling by the wayside. I decided to finish it up now to get it out just barely in the relevant year.
Milk Idol: Sexy Titty Concert (ミルクアイドル イチャイチャにゅ～ライブ)
The time between the release of the tabloids and the beginning of their national tour went by in a flash.
Just as Junko had feared, people had used the baseless
rumors to bash the Holstein Girls more every single day. They lost offers on
commercials and photobooks and their number of TV appearances and live events
was drastically reduced.
Wherever they did go, the press hounded them, surrounding
them and aiming microphones their way.
“Those articles have no basis in fact. We apologize for the
confusion and for any worry this has brought our fans. Our office is responding
to the situation.”
Tooru wanted to blame the press for spreading the false
rumors, but he stopped himself when he saw the Holstein Girls politely bowing
every time the question came their way. He knew this had to pain them even more
than him.
So he, President Junko, and the rest of the employees
restrained their anger and poured all their energy into ensuring the Holstein
Girls’ first national tour was a success.
“Welcome to the Holstein Girls’ hot spring report♪”
Tooru remembered the show they had filmed the other day was
airing today, so he switched on his room’s TV.
He caught it just as Kurumi, Aika, and Amiko were cheerfully
announcing the segment title while doing their usual Cowtits Love Pose.
The TV guide described the show as “The popular cow idols
meet real cows in Hokkaido…and provide a sexy report on the local sites, foods,
and fun!”
The three girls who had swept the idol world with their hot
bodies barely contained in skimpy cow print costumes had been invited to a
variety show where they tried milking some cows themselves and introduced the
audience to some famous Hokkaido locations. It ended with them bathing in an
open-air hot spring in a blatant push for ratings.
They weren’t no-name idols anymore, so he felt like they
didn’t need to do things like this, but they refused to take their popularity
for granted and accepted any offers their schedule would allow.
“Sigh. I’m getting hungry, so maybe I should fix something.”
“Eh? We’re making a sexy photobook!?”
The Holstein Girls were finally getting their first national
tour. The three members were even busier than normal with their TV appearances
and magazine interviews, but they still had to keep up with their voice
training and dance lessons to prepare for their concerts.
That was when a new job offer arrived. They had only just
returned to the office after practicing the choreography for a new song when
Tooru relayed the news Junko had given him.
“Yes. A few publishers have made offers, so we are in
negotiations to decide on one.”
Kurumi, Aika, and Amiko were more than just idols. Their
sexy bodies and revealing cow print costumes were a key factor to their popularity.
“P-please calm down. This isn’t the time for that.”
The Holstein Girls were one of the most popular idol groups
at the moment, so Tooru’s workload had grown considerably since he had been
appointed their manager.
He had to manage their schedules, drive them to and from
jobs, greet the staff at each job location, and so much more. He appreciated
the constant stream of offers, especially because it meant he did not have to
work to find jobs for them.
What jobs he accepted had more to do with President Junko’s
opinion than his own. But even if he did not have the right to choose, he had
few complaints.
After all, he had been given a much more important job and
that was currently all he could think about.
“Eh? But it is time for it.”
“It really is. My boobs are so full of milk I can’t focus on
my work.”
“No, no, no! This part needs a 1-2, 1-2 rhythm!”
One of the agency building’s rooms had a mirror that covered
one entire wall. The Holstein Girls were wearing differently colored track
suits and receiving a dance lesson there.
They had done a magazine photoshoot that afternoon and immediately
moved on to learning their new song’s choreography. Their schedule had been
this busy for days on end, so it was enough to make Tooru dizzy.
“Once more from the top!”
“Of course!”
The dance trainer critiqued their performance and they did
not let their weariness show as they completed the lesson.
(Sigh…I can’t believe I did that.)
“Ready, set, go…we’re the Holstein Girls♪”
The three girls stood side by side as their cheerful voices
rang through the studio.
They squeezed their breasts between their upper arms and
positioned their hands to form hearts with their thumbs and forefingers. These
hearts were placed right in front of their impressive cleavages and their fans
called it the Cowtits Love Pose.
The Holstein Girls made no attempt to hide where much of
their appeal came from, so they always made the pose when introducing
themselves on stage. The horny audience here erupted into cheers.
“Whew, you girls sure are popular. …Now I can’t help but
notice how much those tops are straining. We aren’t going to have wardrobe
malfunction on our hands, are we?”
Their tits looked like they were ready to pop out of their
cow-print costumes, so the host made sure to joke about it and turn the
microphone in their direction.
“That’s not a problem at all since we’re wearing pasties.”
They were recording a variety talk show.
“Just try and resist our massive cowtits♪”
The TV displayed three girls singing and dancing in unison
on a stage lit up by a rainbow of lights.
They were the Holstein Girls, a popular idol group. As you
can likely imagine from the name, they were known for wearing cow print
costumes.
Furthermore, those flashy cow costumes were filled out by
attractively large breasts which were even referenced in the lyrics of their
song. They could sing and dance just as well as a traditional idol group, so
they had rapidly gained popularity online.
They had been the breakout hit of a new trend in the idol industry
of being more blatantly and openly sexualized, so they had garnered a lot of
attention and gained many passionate fans.
They were wildly popular, so they made frequent TV
appearances despite the lewd nature of their act.
(Sigh, they’re all so hot. And look at them jiggle.)
The second translation I have for you is the first novel that takes place in the same world as Lolimon Harem.
After Reincarnating, I Turned the Elf Palace into a Harem! (転生したらエルフの王宮をハーレムにデキました！)
One month later, a grand coronation ceremony was held in Finegard’s capital.
The king’s funeral was complete and the period of mourning
over, so the people celebrated their new ruler without any sorrow.
Traditionally, Finegard’s new monarchs were given their
crown by a priest in the Spirit Chapel. It acted as a sign that god had granted
them their power.
After the coronation, the monarch would ride a carriage down
the capital’s main street to reach the royal palace while the people cheered.
Their official duties would begin once they were inside the palace.
But on this day, the people witnessed an unprecedented
coronation.
This time, there were two new monarchs riding the
carriage to the palace.
One was Emilia Finegard, daughter of the previous king.
The other former Baron Kyle Vermilion, who had married her
shortly before the coronation.
“Claris, we need your recovery magic!”
“Right away.”
The rescue elf spoke up as soon as she entered the tent.
She sounded panicked, but the maid’s response was unnervingly
calm.
The green-haired maid standing in the center of the tent
shut her eyes and recited an incantation.
“Spirits, hear my call. My name is Claris, the one bound to
you by contract.
“Spirits, gather here and grant me your power. My name is
Claris, the one who wishes to seed her healing power.
“Spirits, Claris seeks your power, so please grant it!”
The nobles had gathered in a hall of Finegard’s royal palace.
This was not where the party had been held the other day. It
was smaller and with a plainer interior. Long ago, before this had become the
capital, the room had been used as a wartime strategy room.
The many nobles were seated around a long table.
A map with the capital in the center was laid out on the
table.
Princess Emilia, Royal Knight Rosetta, and Kyle sat at the
head of the table.
Kyle was here to relay the information he had received from
the dark elf prisoner named Lielle
The other nobles made no attempt to hide the suspicion and
envy in their gazes.
Kyle himself knew a lower noble like him had no business
being here.
But the princess herself had requested his presence and the
others had no room to complain when they had fled for their lives during the
dark elf attack the other day.
(This has turned into a big deal.)
“Princess Emilia!”
“I’m fine! I could hold off a blast like that in my sleep!”
Emilia waved her staff and answered Kyle’s call.
She had created a lightning barrier to block the fifth magic
attack. A powerful explosion erupted right next to the royal palace.
They were on the palace’s balcony.
Kyle, the maid named Claris, and the prime minister watched
as Emilia created a cage of lightning around the entire palace.
Fireballs rained down on the castle town, but she perfectly
defended against them all.
The dark elf surprise attack failed to even scratch
Finegard’s royal palace.
A day had passed since Kyle boosted her magic.
“I’m about to cum, Rosetta! Open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue.”
“Like this?♥”
“Yes, perfect. Ah, I-I’m cumming! Kh.”
“Yes, finally❤ Ahn❤
There’s so much of it❤ It’s all over my face❤ And my hair will get all sticky too❤ I’ll just have to swallow it instead❤ Ahm❤❤ Nh, nh, nh❤❤❤”
Kyle was standing with his back against the wall and Rosetta
was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth.
She only released it after sucking out every last drop of
semen.
They were in a hallway of a detached section of the royal
palace given to Kyle.
Technically, he was only using one of its rooms, but since
the other rooms were vacant, it was effectively his house.
A few days had passed since they returned from the rescue
operation.
“Um, Rosetta?”
“Hmph.”
“Rosetta?”
“Hmph!”
It had been like this the entire way.
They were one day’s travel away from the royal capital.
Except for when they stopped for the night, Kyle had been stuck in the same carriage
as Rosetta, but they had not had an actual conversation the entire time.
He had already known this royal knight didn’t like him and
this just confirmed it.
A few days had passed since Princess Emilia’s lightning
magic repelled the dark elf army.
Kyle had indirectly saved the capital and the Finegard
Kingdom as a whole by restoring Emilia’s magic, so now he found himself riding
a carriage along a mountain road to rescue a certain fortress.
To discover how he ended up there, we must look back in time
a bit.
A party was held in the palace’s gorgeous great hall.
The celebration was for the king’s birthday, but the sickly
king had yet to make an appearance and the attending nobles were chatting
pleasantly with each other.
“…”
Among them, Kyle drank from his glass all alone by the wall.
A backwater noble like him did not know anyone here well
enough to strike up a conversation.
A look around showed no one else from such a simple
background or who was left all alone.
While all of the kingdom’s nobles had been invited, the
lesser ones had chosen not to attend to avoid exactly his predicament. He was
the only one clueless enough to show up anyway.
(This is really awkward.)
Oops, he thought when he was hit by the truck.
It was a dark and stormy night.
It was his own fault.
He had been in a rush to get home, so he ran out into the
intersection without checking for traffic.
(Welp, I’m dead now.)
The last thing he pictured in his mind was not his parents,
his friends, or his girlfriend. (Not that he had, or had ever had, a
girlfriend.)
It was the new porn game he had under his jacket to keep it
dry.
It was the long-awaited new title from his favorite developers.
It was titled “After Reincarnating, I Turned the Elf Palace
into a Harem!”
As the title suggested, it was about reincarnating as an elf
and winning over one heroine after another until you had a harem.
(Why did I have to die before I could play this?)
That was his very last thought before crashing down to the
ground and dying before he could even feel the pain.
Deer Natalia,
How are yoo doing? We are doing wel.
We hav yoo to thank for reeching Lihanera safely.
But we ran into truble with pirates and succubi!
Yoo can ask this girl for details.
She is Limly.
I swear I wil return for her, so pleese look after her
until then.
I look forward to seeing yoo agen.
-Naoki Okawa
Limly felt something cold dripping onto her arm.
It was starting to rain.
She had nowhere else to go in the port city’s back alleys
and wasn’t sure what to do, so she ended up curling up next to an empty barrel
left exposed to the elements.
Her wet clothing clung uncomfortably to her skin.
(I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.)
She repeated the same phrase as always in her mind.
But in a corner of her mind, she knew this wasn’t real.
She was dreaming. This was a memory.
So she knew who was about to appear from around the corner.
“You silly girl. What are you doing shivering out here after going to the trouble of escaping the ship?”
It was Almera.
My name is Oikawa Naoki.
I’m just a student who lives for nothing more than jerking
off.
I must have fapped to some really good shit tonight because
I’m having the best dream ever.
I’m living the harem life in this dream.
Girls with big brains and even bigger boobs keep showing up
and asking to have sex.
Then I cum inside them all, just like they want me to.
I couldn’t have come up with a better life if I tried.
Of course none of this could ever actually happen, but when
you’re dreaming you can ignore things don’t make sense or seem out of place.
Just now, my real thoughts are starting to reach the dream
as I start to wake up in the morning, so to my disappointment, it’s finally hit
me that this is just a wonderful illusion playing out in my head during the
night.
You know the feeling: “Oh, that was just a dream. Maybe I
should go back to sleep and stay there.”
The commercial city was busiest during the early morning.
That was thanks to all the merchants from nearby mountain
and fishing villages setting up mats along the roadside to hawk their wares.
They would sell out during the morning and head home in the afternoon.
You couldn’t truly claim to know Lihanera if you hadn’t seen
its morning market.
“I’ve gotta admit, this is impressive.”
Naoki had been surprised by how many people were in the city
during the day, but this was even more.
But given the early hour, they all seemed more relaxed.
The hawkers’ calls sounded almost gentle in the morning
mist.
They were mostly selling fresh foods from the mountains and
sea, so the smell had to be powerful indeed for a dog girl, yet Mila seemed
unaffected while walking alongside Naoki.
“Sorry for having you
join me, Mila.”
“I do not mind.”
“Wow! This city’s incredible!”
Naoki was brimming with excitement among the hustle and
bustle of all the shoppers and merchants on the street.
After a few days’ travel from Fus, they had arrived at their
destination: Lihanera.
He had expected a lot after hearing it was a commerce city,
but not this much!
The place was like a giant bazaar.
They had left their wagon at the city entrance and walked to
their inn, but the main road and the alleys were all lined with street stalls
and shops.
They were selling a wide variety of things and in great
quantity.
One store had colorful clothing hanging in it. Another had
piles of meat, fish, and spices in large baskets.
Street stalls sold delicious-looking skewered meat, fragrant
fried foods, and bright sugar sculptures. There were shops selling fruits,
jewelry, miscellaneous items, and even small animals like birds and monkeys. There
was nothing you couldn’t buy here.
Merchants called out to prospective customers, customers
loudly haggled over the price, and street performers added to the cacophony of
noise.
Time to squeeze in a triple update right at the end of the year.
First up is the next Tales of Harem.
Tales of Harem 3: A Servant Contract with Succubi and a Lover Contract with a Pirate (異世界ハーレム物語3 ～淫魔と隷属契約、女海賊と愛人契約～)
After completing her morning preparations and stepping outside for a break, Natalia was greeted by a pleasant breeze.
She breathed in deep to enjoy the smell of the mountain
foliage.
(The weather is especially nice today. It feels like a good
omen.)
Her heart leapt at that premonition.
She was also greeted by someone waiting out in front of the
inn.
But this was not an inn guest.
The village girl was scraping at the ground with a stick.
“Oh? What kind of game is that?”
When Natalia crouched next to her, the girl’s eyes lit up.
The poorly maintained wagon’s wheels creaked even on this flat road.
But once you were used to it, the familiar rhythm could help
you drift off to sleep.
After nodding off in the back, Naoki was woken by the sound
stopping.
“Why’d we stop? We taking a break?”
It seemed too soon for that.
They had stopped for lunch only about an hour ago.
“No, look at that,” answered the elf named Llusse.
She leaned forward into the driver’s area to point out at
the road ahead.
There was a campsite there
They were surrounded by an open field and this campsite was
just as empty. It was only identifiable as a campsite due to the wooden boxes
and other items scattered around the remnants of campfires.
“Looks like a caravan was camped here,” concluded Tianne,
the nun seated next to Naoki.
“We might find something useful, so let’s take a look
around, Hero.”
(I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it all.)
Limly curled up her small body in the darkness.
Shouting. Clashing metal. Explosions. Screams.
She covered her ears to keep all the disturbing noise from
reaching her down here.
She pressed her hands tight against them, as if blocking it
out would mean none of it was real.
(I can go back home if I do this.)
Back to the village. Back to that forest.
I don’t often go to idol concerts, but I did used to work on a stage production.
Not on the stage, but backstage. I did the sound, the
lights, and even operated the spotlight. I wanted to include a scene about PGS3
meeting with the backstage workers for their concerts, but I had to cut it
since the novel was getting too long.
But whether it’s an idol concert or whatever else, you can’t
have a stage production with just the stars up on the stage. Idols would be
nothing without the backstage people preparing the stage for them and making
sure they shine while up there.
And of course, the backstage people can only work so hard
because of all the passionate fans supporting the idol.
Not that idols normally give sexual favors.
And yeah, this went well beyond what you could reasonably
call “favors”. But those girls aren’t the type to care about those little
details and it’s best not to think too much about the darker side of the
industry.
After avoiding a clash with the bordering kingdoms, PGS3’s popularity wasn’t just on the rise – it was exploding.
The factory city of Crayano had finally gotten a video and
audio disk mass-production system up and running and orders were coming in from
all over. The industry and finance ministers said that was fast becoming one of
the kingdom’s primary industries, so PGS3 would soon be crucial to the Holy
Pegasus Kingdom’s survival.
But the three knight girls were still troubled by their
unanswered question.
“Like I said! We want you to release the data on the monster
sightings!”
“Calm down, Misaka. We have yet to fully compile that data.”
The black-haired girl bit her lip when she saw the sullen
look on the royal guard captain’s face.
One day, Tifa and the other knights were summoned by the foreign affairs minister and Royal Guard Commander Nebelstan.
They were there officially as the Pegasus Knights and not as
the idol group PGS3. They had to wonder why they were being summoned beyond
their ordinary duties, so they were nervous as they appeared before the plump
middle-aged man and the muscular man.
“Um, why did you summon us here today?”
“Well, the thing is…some disturbing rumors are coming in
from the border region. Some merchant caravans were attacked by monsters.”
“Monsters!?”
A miracle occurred on that day.
The three Pegasus Knights who acted as the symbol of the Holy
Pegasus Kingdom had their idol debut at a concert held in the Royal Arts
Theatre’s great hall.
“Will the people really turn up for a concert by some
amateur girls?”
A lot of skepticism was flying around, but those fears
proved to be unfounded.
The tickets ran out almost as soon as they were available
and people rushed to fill the standing room that did not require a ticket.
Since the concert was not strictly part of their duties, entrance was free and
the money for the venue, the equipment, and the staff had to be made through
sales of video and audio disks.
“Thank you all so much for coming to see our first concert!”
Three girls moved their arms and legs in time with a rhythmical clap, clap, clap, clap of hands to perform beautiful dance steps.
“1, 2, 3, 4 – stay together now! Step 1, 2, and spin…and
your finishing pose!”
With one final loud clap, the Pegasus Knights struck
identical poses.
They had traded their usual knight uniforms for shirts and
athletic shorts designed for ease of movement. Instead of the knight station,
they were in a practice room commonly used by the Royal Opera Company for
lessons.
Marion had used his connection to the opera company to get
them access. For a week now, the three knights had been taking strict dance
lessons from a sketchy-looking man with an afro and sunglasses.
“Hmm.”
Their dancing was far and above a beginner level, but the
afro man still crossed his arms and tilted his head to show he wasn’t
satisfied.
“Mr. Gellus, are we still doing something wrong?”
The brown-haired girl’s face visibly clouded over when she saw the monthly payment to the knights from the royal bank. Just as the finance minister had warned, the funding for the Pegasus Knights’ official duties had been cut.
“Wahhh, there’s so much less!”
“A drop of about 20%. We have you to thank for this, don’t
we, Tifa?”
Black-haired Misaka’s comment put a bold smile on Tifa’s
face, but Charl looked confused. After all, the finance minister had told them
it would be a 40% cut.
Needless to say, Charl simply did not remember such details.
“We have also been given permission to use the storeroom
next door as part of our station. Charl, move your personal things there.”
“Okayyy!”
Seeing her blonde friend happily giving the younger girl
that instruction, Misaka could not deny the effectiveness of Tifa’s “sexual
favors”.
(Although based on her story, she really only took advantage
of the minister’s carelessness.)
“What is the meaning of this, finance minister!?”
Holy Pegasus Kingdom Finance Minister Blumberg grimaced and
sighed at Tifa’s anger.
“What is the meaning of what, Tifa T. Canesman?”
His glaring eyes subconsciously stopped on her large chest.
Tifa herself might not be trying to draw the man’s eyes, but
her well-grown breasts and model-like proportions did it for her. But she was
too angry to notice the finance minister’s sexual harassing gaze.
“The Pegasus Knights are a long-held tradition and the
symbol of our kingdom! How can you shove us into a cramped closet!?”
“Tifa T. Canesman?”
“Y-yes?”
“What other activities do your traditional knights have
planned for this fiscal year?”
His rebuttal silenced her, but the talented black ponytail
girl answered for her.
“We just finished the founding day parade the other day, so
that leaves the royal banquet and the garden party with foreign dignitaries.”
The girl had waited so long for this day.
A bustling marketplace was open in the city and foreign
merchants were selling and buying rare folk crafts and fruits. But the girl was
most looking forward to the parade.
“Hurry up, grampa, or we’ll miss the parade.”
“Yes, I know, I know.”
She dragged her grandfather along to watch the parade from
the spot she had had her eye on for a while. The parade commemorated the
founding of the Holy Pegasus Kingdom and many visitors from other nearby
kingdoms were invited in, but the people were most interested in the appearance
of the knights.
“Oh, there they are!”
“It’s the Pegasus Knights!”
It Would Seem the Maiden Knights are Using Sexual Favors to Survive (乙女騎士団が隊の存続のために枕営業するようです)
Thunderclaps 2 – Sky and Shadow (サンダークラップス2 スカイ＆シャドウ)
Welcome to the Offbeat Universe!
I’ve done it again. This is
thanks to all of you who love the adventures and sexuality of superheroines. I
was delighted by the unexpectedly strong response from comics fans.
What’s that? It’s called
Thunderclaps 2 but the heroine is a flying announcer called Snow Wing instead
of Flare and the others? And the story isn’t even over at the end of the book?
Yes, the story will continue in Part 2, tentatively titled Dark Arena. Look
forward to it.
We ended up having to change
illustrators to Senbata Rou-sensei for this one, but swapping out artists just
makes it more like an American comic, right? Miki ended up more lyrical than I
had imagined in my head, so look forward to seeing more of her on that sexual
stage.
I am working hard to become the
Kurt Busiek, Grant Morrison, or John Ostrander of erotic novels, so I hope you
will read Thunderclaps 3 as well. Hm, maybe I should have used names my
Japanese readers might actually recognize.
April 2001, at the restaurant in
the Peace TV building. -Hazawa Kouichi
“We will never give up the fight, even if our enemy is the will of the universe itself.”
(1968, Captain Sky’s announcement broadcast from Tokyo
Tower)
Said shortly before the showdown against the Space
Enforcers who had constructed an asteroid guidance device on Tokyo Tower
Square spaces opened in the
stage’s floor. Four this time. Figures wearing four different colors emerged,
surrounding the four heroes gathered in the center.
The four newcomers all wore cloaks
that obscured their bodies. Each cloak was a different color: black, white,
red, and blue. The hoods were pulled deep over the face to hide them from view.
Once they had fully risen onto the
stage, the Forbidden Four simultaneously pushed a right hand out from their
cloak and reached toward the heroes. They each wore a bracelet which had a
metal key and a plate bearing one of the heroes’ names attached.
“Now, use the key with your name
on it to unlock your collar. If you unlock all four, the brat’s execution will
be canceled. Will you acquire the key by defeating your opponent and taking it?
Or will you satisfy them with your body and convince them to hand it over? Now,
this is a special match, so no additional handicaps will be placed on the
superheroes.”
Milk Crown raised his right hand
high and then swung it down.
“Fight!”
“Behold this polluted ocean! You surface people are now an enemy of my kingdom.”
(1967, declaration of war sent to the Japanese government
by Lord Abyss of the Undersea Kingdom)
To avoid war, a battle was fought between seven of the
Undersea Kingdom’s warriors and a team of superheroes
“Miki-san, I won’t ask that you forgive us.”
“But we had no choice.”
The two Justice Circus women wore their superhero costumes
just like Miki did.
Madam Scroll wore a dark purple evening dress which did not
look conducive to combat. The low-cut chest and deep slits gave her a mystical
beauty befitting one of Japan’s leading sorceresses as well as a sexiness
befitting the Dark Arena.
Silver Bullet wore a shining silver bodysuit with a black
lightning bolt running across it. The skintight fit showed off the curves of
her athletic body, but that only inspired lust while in this indecent space.
The talisman rings around her neck, arms, and thighs only enhanced her
sexiness.
“We have been forced to participate in the Dark Arena for a
while now. But Storyteller told us we cannot let anyone outside of the Dark
Arena learn of its existence.”
“If anyone does sniff out its secrets, we were ordered to
immediately capture them. You should know now that there is no disobeying
Storyteller. But neither of us has given up. We will break free.”
“We thank the entire world and the cosmic rays which gave us our powers.”
(1966, written on the gifts handed out at the wedding of
Miss Fascinate and Integral Man, said to be the marriage of the century)
“Villains and rogues! Welcome again to the Dark Arena!”
A male voice was answered by thunderous laughter.
(Oh, the audience is loving it. Iyama-san is killing it
today.)
Miki pictured the host of the public variety show she had
worked on as an assistant after becoming Snow Wing. She imagined the bright
lights, the gawdy set, and the young entertainers they had on as regulars.
(Wait!)
It suddenly hit her that the show was starting, but she was
not in the studio. She was somewhere dark, but not a dressing room or behind
the set.
(Oh, no. The director is going to let me have it!)
“Sorry I’m late.”
She opened her eyes, bringing the audience into view.
Something wasn’t right.
“A mysterious metal woman rescued Hoshiyama Industry’s president from the terrorist group.”
(1965, from Sun Sports News)
The armored hero Comet Hawk was later revealed to be the
president’s wife, Hoshiyama Azusa.
“Ozora Miki, move out.”
An announcement rang through the announcer division. The
voice belonged to Sakuma Masateru, well-known as a skilled producer at Peace
TV.
A key station like Peace TV had a lot of employees, but the
only one told to “move out” was Ozora Miki.
Miki had just been returning from the break room with tea
for the more experienced announcers. She looked over to see another new
announcer, Matsuya Naoko, reaching out and taking the tray from her.
“Sakuma-san is calling for you, so go get changed already.”
Miki bowed apologetically.
“Sorry, Naoko. You always get stuck serving the tea.”
“I don’t mind, really. I mean, you’re keeping us all safe.
And you still get paid the same as a newcomer like me even though you’re
getting better ratings than anyone else.”
“At this school, I hope to teach you that your great power comes with great responsibility.”
(1964, from Headmaster Kusui Shirou’s speech at Tenyo
Academy’s opening ceremony)
That was Japan’s first school for Offbeat children and it
produced many superheroes.
In Mito, Ibaraki, Miki was curled up with her back against
the steel beam on the inside of a 3D sign on a building rooftop.
After losing control in Shibuya, she had flown off at a
ludicrous speed, crashed into this building’s sign, and finally managed to calm
down. She had landed inside the sign so no one could see her.
That was when Captain Sky woke up.
He used his wristwatch communicator to let his Justice
Circus teammates know he was safe. It was hard to believe he had been
unconscious just a moment before. He felt as reliable as ever, so Miki was
convinced she would be fine and everything would work out okay as long as she
was with him. He had been working as a superhero since before she was born and
she had seen his heroics on TV since before she could speak.
“I am so sorry for getting you caught up in this mess.”
That living legend of Japan’s heroes spoke with an upbeat
and manly voice that was also thoughtful and pleasant to listen to. She could
not help but be drawn in.
“Offbeats? Superheroes? They get no praise from me. Nothing but attention-seeking troublemakers, and hypocrites to boot.)
(1962, from an editorial by the Daily Central’s
editor-in-chief)
“Kya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!”
The naked boy called Barnstorm surrounded himself in a mini-tornado and flew spiraling between the buildings. He shrieked with laughter with typhoon-level winds blowing below him, dragging everything into the sky. More and more of the fleeing people were slammed against the building walls or the asphalt.
“Burn, burn, burrrrn! Leave nothing but ashes behind!!”
Crimson flames erupted from Rapid Fire’s naked body while he
stood atop a streetlight. Innumerable fireballs followed, raining down on the
people’s heads.
Many men and women were enveloped in flames just like Rapid
Fire himself, but for everyone but him, that was a one-way ticket to hell.
Water Wraith said nothing. The naked woman’s mouth instead
released more water than could possibly fit in a human body.
The narrow stream of water rushed straight out to tear
through the building walls and sweep across the crowds with fearsome pressure.
When Miki saw the tragedies unfolding in Shibuya, she forgot
all about her own situation and confronted Stonemason about it.
“How can you do this!? It’s unconscionable!”
The leader of Natural Law’s cold face was unmoved.
“This is a reasonable punishment given their sins.”
“Sins!? What sins have these people committed!?”
“The sin of living within a manmade city. The sin of wearing
manmade clothing.”
“That’s absurd.”
“Hold your tongue. You are only allowed to live to convey
our message to the world.”
“Hey there, Captain. You really do belong in the sky, you
know that?”
(From History of the Justice Circus Ch. 1 by Kashima Kengo,
Published in 1980)
1962, Super Offbeat’s first words to the first superhuman
he met in Japan while visiting to protect human right’s activist Aaron
Someone was speaking somewhere.
“My name is Storyteller. My job is to tell your story. Now,
let us begin.”
A beautiful woman’s body trembled in a dark room.
Long, delicate fingers touched her breasts and rubbed at her
skin.
“Your body is a terribly sexual thing.”
A tremor ran through her breasts.
“Your body constantly desires sexual pleasure, even in defiance
of your own will.”
The fingertips moved up to her throat. She gulped and a sigh
of anguish escaped her lips.
“No matter how much your mind resists, your body will throb
in its desire for pleasure and drive you mad in its longing for orgasm.”
The fingertips moved to her lower stomach and her hips moved
back and forth all on their own.
“Speak your name.”
“…Lily.”
The Harem Series has an official timeline using a calendar known as the Hermit Tree Calendar (HTC). Here you will find that timeline for all of the Harem novels I have translated.
“I see. So Admiral Dartanis is dead.”
With the ghost ship hunt complete, Ricardo returned to the
sea near Brakia before heading home. Governor-General Vanessa immediately
boarded his ship via a tugboat.
They had avoided the port just in case Carlotta tried to
retaliate for their sinking of the Soaring Spirit.
Ricardo met Vanessa in his cabin with Evaline and Rose by
his side. He gave her a report on the sinking of the Soaring Spirit.
She gave a quick silent prayer after she heard him out.
She understandably felt differently about her own kingdom’s
admiral and sailors being slaughtered as pirates.
Ricardo felt no sympathy for the crew of the Soaring Spirit,
but kept a quiet expression out of respect for Vanessa’s feelings.
“I don’t believe it.”
After Vanessa revealed the ghost ship was actually a
Carlotta warship called the Soaring Spirit, Ricardo immediately contacted
Evaline and held a strategy meeting.
They gathered in the King of Pirates’ meeting room while
anchored near the Ocean City of Brakia. Ricardo, First Mate Marshel, and Guest
Advisor Rose represented Etruria. Evaline, First Mate Bonnet, and Evaline’s wet
nurse Amanda represented Laurance.
The first thing out of Evaline’s mouth was a rejection of
the idea.
“And why is that?” asked Ricardo, feeling miffed. He was
known as quite a gentleman for his young age, but he tended to get emotional
with this girl and he had an edge to his voice when he replied here.
Despite her fiancé’s scorn, Evaline lifted her shapely chin
and looked down on him with a cold smile.
“Carlotta is one of the primary kingdoms along the Jade
Sea’s coast. This is not something an entire kingdom would do. No matter how
much trouble they’ve had recently, that plan falls apart the instant their
allies start to suspect them.”
“Hee hee. What a naughty boy. You’re supposed to be working on an important mission, but here you are visiting me just because you’re horny?♪”
The King of Pirates was anchored near the Ocean City of
Brakia and word had been sent in secret that its captain wanted to meet with
Vanessa, so she had quickly arrived aboard a tugboat.
Once she was invited into Ricardo’s cabin, she immediately
embraced him with monocle gleaming, kissed him greedily, and then pulled him
over into bed. She removed her own uniform.
She clearly knew that trysts like this were always short on
time. She was a very understanding woman – or maybe just a horny one. The
result was the same.
“Should I not have asked?”
“Maybe not, but I’m so glad you did. I was dying back there
without your cock to comfort me.”
Harem Pirates 2 (ハーレムパイレーツ2)
“We missed it again and it’s your fault!”
After bringing her ship in so close they nearly collided,
Evaline hopped over onto the King of Pirates, raced like the wind through the
ship, and burst through the door to the captain’s cabin so forcefully you would
think she had kicked it down.
The instant she saw Ricardo staring at the map unfurled on
the work desk, she held her beloved axe out in front of his nose and spat a
complaint.
Overwhelmed by her intensity, he reflexively raised both
hands in surrender.
Amanda stood behind the raging bull of a girl, giving the
boy an apologetic look.
Ricardo was accompanied by Guest Advisor Rose and his aide
Marion.
Marion was well known for her impulsiveness, to the point of
being nicknamed the Kamikaze Commander, so her anger flared up and she shouted
back.
“Hey, watch how you steer your ship! You nearly crashed into
us!”
Evaline’s ship had a ram on the front, so a collision would
have been catastrophic. It could sink even a large ship.
“Shut up! I have no time for underlings!”
“It is evident that the ghost ship is either a Double Kingdom ship or a pirate ship.”
After landing at the Carlotta Kingdom’s Ocean City of
Brakia, Ricardo and Evaline were led to the Governor-General’s residence by
Governor-General Vanessa. There, they held a meeting with Dartanis, captain of
the Soaring Spirit high-speed warship and Carlotta’s most well-known naval commander.
Carlotta provided all the information they had, but that was
not much and little of it was new. Ricardo tried to hide his disappointment as
he started back to his ship. But he did not make it far before Vanessa said she
would be holding a small dinner party to apologize.
He was not obligated to accept the invitation, but since
refusing would have been rude, Ricardo’s 200 sailors and Evaline’s 100 joined
them on land.
To host so many people, they had a standing cookout in the Governor-General’s
residence’s garden, with a view of the sunset.
(Whatever that ghost ship is might be out there slaughtering
innocent people and sinking their ships right now.)
“This is my ship.”
Ricardo stood at the naval port looking up at the brand new
vessel moored there. A tremor of emotion ran through him.
The Etruria Kingdom’s navy consisted of more than 100 ships
of varying size, but only 7 seafaring ships with 3 or more large masts. This
one was the result of all the latest shipbuilding techniques.
“It’s so big, but also so elegant and graceful.”
When Ricardo had stopped by the Ministry of the Navy that
morning, his guardian, Admiral Sigrain, had let him know he was now captain of
this ship.
It had only been two years since he first set sail on a
ship, so there was of course a reason other than merit for his selection as
captain. He was a child of Etruria King Sigismund and Queen Eterna, making him
a Prince of Etruria.
He was, however, the fourth and youngest prince, so he would
never become king. Knowing that, he had chosen to dedicate himself to the navy even
if it meant stepping down as a royal.
Tales of Harem 2: A Fancy Foursome! Eightsome! Twelvesome!
With Royal Palace Girls! (異世界ハーレム物語2 ～王宮美女たちと豪華4P！8P！12P！～)
While Naoki’s party was getting as far away from the capital as they could, Leonora kneeled and bowed her head before the queen’s throne in the castle’s audience chamber.
“Whatever my reasons, I never should have disobeyed my
queen. I will not attempt to defend my actions, so please tell me my
punishment.”
Her formal apology and her solemn expression hinted at her
determination.
But Sophie smiled as she responded.
“Why would I ever punish someone for doing the right thing,
Leonora?”
“…!?”
“I have long thought you should think for yourself more
often. Yes, ever since you became a royal knight ten years ago.”
“R-really?”
“Mila…Mila!!”
“Ah!?”
Mila was dragged back from her dream world.
She had been seated in front of the door, waiting for Naoki
with her arms around her knees, but she had fallen asleep at some point.
“My apolog- Hero!?”
When she saw a penis swaying before her eyes, she realized
Naoki was naked.
“Where are your clothes!?”
“I’ll explain later! We’re leaving!”
“Leaving!? You mean from the castle? Why now?”
“We need to get out of here! So just get going, Mila!”
Naoki held his clothes under his arm.
She had no idea what had happened, but the situation was
apparently so pressing he did not have a chance to put those on.
“Man, this place is great. All the sex I could want and the best food I’ve ever had.”
Naoki was deeply satisfied as he returned to his bedroom
with Mila.
After his bath, he had changed into a robe and had beautiful
women feed him.
“They treat me like I’m a king!”
“But…the princess worries me. She still hasn’t made plans
for us to leave.”
Mila was not as optimistic as Naoki.
“You have a point.”
Marie had not been at dinner just now.
She normally sat right next to him and peppered him with
questions at meals.
“Well, she’s a confusing girl, but she seems harmless to
me.”
“I hope you’re right…”
A few days had passed since Naoki’s visit to Filia’s house and he had spent the intervening time in the royal palace enjoying sex, sex, and more sex.
But today, he planned to venture out of the palace once more.
Marie had asked him to meet with an important church figure.
So that morning, he made his way there.
“Good to see you again, Hero! How is life in the castle?”
“Oh, Tianne! It feels like forever since I last saw you.”
“It really does,” sighed the nun.
“I really wish I knew when we’ll be leaving.”
“I wish I did too. Oh, but that might be why you’re here.”
“Eh? Oh, I get it! I was only told they were an important
church figure, but is it that woman?”
“Yes. Abbatissa Ekaterina wanted to see you.”
“Damn, this is even more powerful than I imagined.”
“I-is it?”
Naoki sat on the bed and Mila fidgeted in front of him.
She was wearing a purple super-micro bikini.
The tiny triangles of cloth barely covered anything past her
nipples.
The front strap was fully floating in the empty space
between her boobs and the bows on the bottom’s side straps hang cutely down on
her hips.
It was fantastic. Truly fantastic.
The ribbon tie around her neck confirmed that this was a
maid bikini costume and not just a bikini, so it was unassailable from a
fetishism point of view.
“This room is pretty nice!”
Naoki was shown to a room so large he had a hard time
imagining himself living there.
The size was understandable since it was meant for honored guests,
but still.
Plus, all the buildings and roads were so large the kingdom
may have just built everything that way.
The room’s decorations were gorgeous but restrained, the bed
was canopied but not too ostentatious, and the canopy’s curtain was a plain
thin silk. It was all very tasteful.
“You will be using this room during your stay,” said Mila
after guiding him there. “I will be in the room across the hall if you need
anything.”
“Now this is what I call luxury.”
The castle gate had looked big from a distance, but it looked like it would reach the clouds from close up.
Naoki stood up in the wagon and celebrated like someone who
had never seen a big city before.
“Wowwww! Now that is impressive! It’s so cool!”
“Hey, calm down, you stupid Hero! You have an audience with
the queen, so stop acting like a dumb hick.”
Llusse the Elf gave him a cold look without getting up, but
he could not help but feel excited after seeing such a fantasy sight.
And his eyes were drawn by more than just the buildings.
The road leading from the castle wall to the palace itself
was filled with chamberlains and soldiers.
Filia had told him before that all this kingdom’s soldiers
were women.
Sure enough, everyone wearing a sword and dressed like a
warrior appeared to be a woman and a lovely one at that.
The occasional person dressed in bright clothing may have
been major civil officials or nobles.
His eyes darted every which way because it was all so new to
him.
(Isn’t that a rare flower that only grows in one rural area?
How strange.)
Sophie tilted her head in minor puzzlement.
Some white flowers had been placed on the altar in offering.
The gold speckles on the petals shined beautifully in the
light of the candles meant to honor the dead in the dimly-lit mausoleum, giving
them a pure elegance.
But those were not the usual flowers left in remembrance of
the dead, so what were they doing here?
Ekaterina, who had left the flowers, continued to pray in
silence.
She was the Saint of this kingdom of Lesdea.
The Saint was a special figure in Lesdea. It referred to a
seer who could see into the future.
In the Britannican capital of Londomern, the Highness family home was located in the residential district northwest of the royal palace.
Its white walls and large garden hinted at wealth and Zeke
awoke to the morning sun shining through a crack in the curtains.
“Ugh…”
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched, but he did not
immediately get up.
He had followed a strict routine when living in the school
dorm, but now it was summer break. He had no teachers or roommates who would be
upset if he went back to sleep.
“And I don’t have Keith hassling me first thing in the
morning. I can take it easy.”
“Huh? Hey, Makina. Do you know where Nash is?”
A girl from another class, who was known for her good looks (but not as much as
Makina or Erica), poked her head into Makina’s classroom to ask after Nash.
With her long pink hair and beautiful face, she was popular
with the boys and a lot of them dreamed of dating her, so it came as a shock to
the boys in the class that she too had a relationship with Nash.
“Eh? S-sorry, but I don’t know either.”
Makina also had a relationship with Nash, so she was
honestly a little shaken as well.
There was a part of her that wanted to hide where he was so
she could have him all to herself, but she had been searching for him as well.
“Where has he gotten off to?”