Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

So this happened. It was after clearing the graveyard forest, getting to the next fairy square, heading out from there, getting to another, similar Zombie filled area, and after finally reaching our 3rd fairy square.

I made up my mind and asked her.

“U-uhm, Futaba-san, you...”

“Eh, what is it?”

That smile turning towards me, you’d never think she’s been spending a so many days in a dreary dungeon. Her complexion is great, and her skin looks healthy. Such a wonderful smile makes it a bit hard to say. But I must, I shan’t delay it any longer, I’ll give it to her straight.

“Y-you erm... lost weight right?”

“EEehhhh!?”[1]

(TN: Pans to the sky... (lol))

Her eyes looked as if they’d pop out in surprise. And that reaction being so unbelievably forced, must be my imagination.

“I, I don’t see it at alll! Me, losing weight, no way!”

“No no, you did, you slimmed down like, a ton!”

Even a good-for-nothing like me can declare wholeheartedly, that Futaba-san, has gotten visibly thinner.

I mean, I’d obviously notice right? That waist that looked like a barrel had somehow become hourgla.s.s shaped.

No, to be accurate, she’s still got more inches around there than the average girl, but due to that overwhelmingly ma.s.sive bust and hip, the whole thing looks relatively squeezed in. Nonetheless, it’s clear as day that her figure went through a big change.

Plus, those thighs that looked like tree trunks had now gotten somewhat defined. The form of her porcelain legs peeking out from her skirt looks toned, drawing a beautiful curve down.

Futaba-san now has in her possession, a body that is the envy of women, with s.e.x appeal to make men stand fully in attention.

“Maybe, you’re right... ehe, ehehe...”

That shy, bashful thing must be an act. But no doubt she’s happy about it. She must’ve been concerned about her figure, even a little.

The current, thinner Futaba-san, with her round face that has much less fat around the edges, and with her big, round eyes, looks almost like one of those baby-faced idols. At this rate, she’ll be true idol-tier in no time.

“Yup, believe me, you’re seriously thinner. Must be all those harsh battles. And those power seeds too.”

“Yeah, I think so too... I’ve been getting more exercise than at school at least”

Going to town with a rabid pack of Goars with a single axe isn’t what I’d call merely exercise there, miss.

“The calorie consumption should be intense, but does everything feel alright? Any dizziness?”

“Nope, none at all. See, after becoming a Berserker, my whole body’s much lighter”

And in contrast, her attack damage has become tremendous. She can absolutely destroy a Goar’s bulky skull with one swing after all.

“That’s fine and all... but losing weight too fast and getting worn out will be bad too alright?”

“Eeh, no way, but I can’t get to normal size if I’m like this!”

That’s not the problem here.

Or more like, I myself couldn’t bear to see her get even thinner and become like those slim models you find anywhere. To lose that super-sized bust and hip that’s so alien to the j.a.panese populace, it’d be simply dreadful.

“Anyway, don’t force yourself. If anything feels weird, we’ll take a break right away. Fairy square’s are safe, and if it’s a few snakes, I can go hunt them myself.”

I’d be hard pressed to order her to Get fatter! or something, so I’ll have her maintain what she has now.

Still, her waist has gone down so much, but the bust and hip seem unchanged. No, if my trained eye hasn’t seen “any changes” then there’s no doubt to be made. Do you realize just how solemnly I’ve been gazing at those treasures every single day? Secretly of course. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt anyone.

“Yeah, thank you, Momokawa-kun...”

Getting all bashful like that, Futaba-san is now no inferior than any pretty-girl（bishoujo) . With those ma.s.sive jugs in her a.r.s.enal, it’d be fair to call her one of the big three beauties of cla.s.s 2-7 alongside Souma Sakura and Reina A. Ayase. I’d even take the initiative to start her very own fan club and appoint myself chairman.

But yeah, seeing as I’m not getting light headed and my pulse hasn’t rised drastically even when I’m with such a beautiful girl (the type I’m not used to even looking at), it must be that. Going through all this h.e.l.l together must’ve made this bond. I could even call her a comrade and friend. At least, she is for me.

“Uh, Uhm, Momokawa-kun... I kind of, wanted to say something, too”

“Eh! What’s that?”

Could it be, do I look tougher now too, is it that? Woah, this’ll be great, it’s perhaps time for me to finally upgrade into a manly man.

As if. I deny the thought looking at my twig arms that can’t even break off a solid fairy walnut branch.

“First names, can we... go by first names?”

“Ah, sure, of course! We’re a proper party now, so first names should be natural yeah”

It does seem a bit too distant to call someone you’re entrusting your life to by their last name. Plus, it’s these little things that tend to deepen bonds between allies all the more, the psychological effect is no joke. In fact, I’d have asked for first names myself in due time, so it’s a great suggestion.

“Sure, go for it”

“Wow, thanks so much, um, err... Kotarou-kun”

Oh man, what even, skipped a beat there. My nutbladder won’t hold out.

Yeah, this is it. My, it’s my first name being called like this by a girl, first time since birth. Like, those girls I played with in kindergarten only called me Momo-chan.

“Huh, Uhm... did I, say it wrong?”

“Uaahh!? No no, it was perfect!”

I got dazed for a bit from the shock. Noo, so embara.s.sing. I gotta get it together, or she’ll take it the wrong way.

“And me too, first name okay?”

“Ah sure, les’see... Meiko”

“-!?”

Maybe it seemed too alien, Futaba-san reacts with a jolt.

Or more like, getting rid of the honorific was definitely the clincher. Futaba-san suddenly going all the way to Meiko is just rude. Like, what am I, her boyfriend?

“Ah, no, that was rude of me... Erm, got it, Mei-chan, how about that?”

“Y-yeah... that’s fine, Kotarou-kun”

Man, first names, this is the life. Getting called like that by a girl, it’s d.a.m.n glorious. That d.a.m.n Souma Yuuto, and all those other normies. You’ve been enjoying this happiness like drinking water every single day... Yeah, handsome guys are a privileged cla.s.s after all.

“Thanks. I’ll be counting on you then, Mei-chan”

We thus shook hands, symbolizing our deepened bond.

“...”

And, while that was certainly a refres.h.i.+ngly p.r.i.c.kling interchange amongst highschoolers of the opposite s.e.x, that evening, I did something so horrible to Futaba-san, it was as if I was trampling on every bit of her pure intentions.

The time was right around midnight. Thanks to the G-shock, we could now tell time very accurately. In the fairy square where light s.h.i.+nes 24/7, I peered at the other side of the fountain to find that Mei-chan, formerly Futaba-san, has fallen fast asleep.

“N-no... I shouldn’t do this”

Guilt, self-disgust, and the utter fear of what if she finds out, makes me loosen my resolve.

“No, I decided, I can’t delay this anymore... It’s now or never”

I re-harden my resolve. Since, this is a necessity.

“I’ll make it, an actually useful mud doll”

My goal is to make a Vile Mud Doll I can send to battle. Last time, I tried making one the size of a Skeleton and collapsed from mana exhaustion. But this time, I know can do better.

With the recent Zombie area capturing, I’ve more or less realized that my curses are getting stronger. My most frequently used, Blackhair Bind, goes without saying, and as for my only attack option, that is Rotten Bog, I’ve gotten able to somewhat manipulate the shape and increase the acidity. If those two can get visibly stronger to such a degree, then Vile Mud Doll will too. Or at least, there’s the possibility.

Eh, Red Fever? Who’s that?

That aside, unlike a certain s.h.i.+tty curse #1 I know, Vile Mud Doll is a real trooper, I’m sure of it.

“I got all the materials I need”

I’m already done gathering the necessary items from the ones we’ve been collecting from battles. Bones from Skeletons, cores, scales, and skin from Goars, and threw in some Mandragora too. I knead mud from the fairy square into a human shape to bury these in.

Next, I only needed my blood, yes, my new Black Bloodline flowing through my Shaman-y veins, if I use that then it should become a lot stronger than before.

But then, I had a sudden thought. If my blood isn’t just a key to activate the curse, but also an ingredient itself... then won’t other body fluids work too? I don’t mean saliva. I’ll be frank, I’m thinking s.e.m.e.n.

It’s not in a lewd meaning, but because in some stories with alchemy and homunculi, you often have stuff like mixing human and horse s.e.m.e.n. I recalled it when we found the Mandragora. In this world, human sperm is likely to have some magic properties as well.

If it’ll add some power to my curses, there’s no waste trying. My measly s.p.u.n.k doesn’t have any other use after all.

“O-oh kay, let’s do it... Hirano-kun, I’ll be gratefully using this alright”

In my hands is the infamous rubber balloon for adult use, in other terms, the condom. It was in a little corner of Hirano-kun’s wallet that we now had in our possession.

That being there could mean one of two things. He didn’t use it with Nis.h.i.+yama-san. Or, after using them, there was only one left. Man, I’m so glad we didn’t teleport in during any of their fun time. That would’ve been way beyond awkward.

It may be obvious, but this is my first time using such an adult item. But I happen to have more than enough instructional video knowledge on its application and use. I had fixedly reviewed such instruction every single day, so using it should be a no-brainer.

Though I never in my dreams imagined I’d be using one for a sad reason like collecting s.e.m.e.n by myself for Shaman purposes. But then again, not using it and c.u.mming all over the mud doll would be even more awful. Sure, I’m backed up from the full-time abstinence since the whole dungeon life started. I’d like some time to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e in peace if I can, please.

“... Hah”

And, I’m quickly done with the deed. I’ve achieved my goal, but my heart is currently overflowing with guilt.

“Futaba-san, I’m so sorry”

I’m so remorseful, I can’t bear to call her by her first name right now.

Are you familiar with the term lookout? For those not in the know, you’re doing great, but unfortunately, that isn’t the case for me.[2]

(TN: 見抜き — Minuki — Lookout. There isn’t an English term for it afaik, so I made this up.)

It’s when you’re playing MMOs and the sort, and you m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e to female character avatars.

“Can I do some lookout here?”

Apparently they ask too. The darkness of MMOs runs chillingly deep.

I’ve never engaged in that sort of sinful gameplay, but I can’t make fun of those gentlemen performing lookouts any longer. Like, doing it IRL is fundamentally different form doing it in front of your monitor. No actually, this has to be some sort of crime.

“Really, I’m really sorry...”

I never meant to go this far. I just, wanted to confirm if she was actually asleep.

But listen, hear me out ok? So on the opposite side of the fountain, there was this gravure-idol cla.s.s beauty sleeping defenselessly with those huge t.i.ts overflowing with eros . We don’t have any blankets or comforters supplied in the fairy square, meaning, we just lie down and sleep. In other words, this disasterously t h i c c girl was lying there, exposed to all of mother nature.

Naturally, she in no way could be described as naked. Futaba-san was using her gym clothes as sleepwear. There wasn’t a speck of indecent exposure. There wasn’t at all but, just look, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and b.u.t.t were like they’re desperate to escape from those stuffy articles of clothing. Just how d.a.m.n big do they have to get to stretch out clothes like that? Me being a guy can’t even imagine, and I bet even girls would find it a bit hard to process.

Just that much was enough for me. Just that view entering my starved eyes was more than enough.

But then again, there was that time when Futaba-san almost tried to kill me. So in the back of my mind I’m imagining she’d forgive me saying, “Can’t be helped nya~”.

Just as I was daydreaming like that, she rolled in her sleep, facing my way. And like, I saw it. The front of her jacket was, how should I say, open. It’s pretty warm in the fairy square, so wearing gym clothes over your normal clothes makes it a bit uncomfortable. Wearing just a T-s.h.i.+rt like I am feels just right.

And so, it must’ve been hot for her. Even when I, a perfectly valid male was right on the other side, Futaba-san had lowered the zipper of her jacket all the way to the middle.

Blitzing into my eyes, was the cleavage between those milky white b.r.e.a.s.t.s. A valley so profound, it rivals any mystical mountain.[3]

(TN: 深山幽谷 — s.h.i.+nzan Yuukoku — Deep valley mountains, Wiki yeah...)

“—!?”

(TN: 淫紋 — Inmon — Carnal Crest... I have no words. Well, I kinda do. I may change this when we get the full description.)

There was this curse description-like thing entering my head for a bit, but I had absolutely no mind to pay attention to something like that. What I mean is, if you’re a man, you’ll get it.[5]

(TN:)

“... Hah”

And there, we get back to the present. My big sigh comes not only from my emotional state, but also from a consequential loss of stamina. Didn’t think I could let out twice in a row. I don’t even need this much.

But I don’t have any other use for this, and it’s scary to think what’d happen if I secretly disposed of it at a corner here, so let’s just use all of it for the mud doll.

That’s right, I’m doing all this for my Vile Mud Doll. It’s totally not because I wanted to relieve myself.

“Kay, I’m doing this, I’mma do this dammit”

Having rid myself of worldly desires, I now fully concentrate on the curse.

With complicated feelings, I smear on the final ingredient over the mud doll, and we’re set.

“On trials not of will. On fate not of honor. On destiny of such aversion, I will carve my own path — Black Bloodline”

I can already make the blood without all that chanting, but at times like these, I imagine it’s more effective if I do. So it’s just in case.

“Rise from chaos, bind in foul blood, stand on stained earth—”

Falls a drop of blood. One, two drops. Have more, have as much as you want.

The drips penetrate when falling on the mud, and on the cloudy white, they mix to create a sickening color.

It’s fine, sickening or ominous or whatever. Because this is a curse. Look as evil as you want, and get stronger.

“— Vile Mud Doll”

With that, I finish the aria. That time when I fainted, it was before I got to finish, so this means it worked. It’s just, feels like I lost more energy than that double shot just now, so it must’ve drained a fair bit of mana.

Now, let’s see how it went.

“Uaahh!”

The change was so drastic I let out my voice.

With the mud doll at the epicenter, thick liquid like in Rotten Bog was bubbling out. Can’t be, I’m sure I got the right curse. The aria was perfect, and my mental image was spot-on too.

And looking closer, that muddy place wasn’t crimson like Rotten Bog, but black as night. But I could also see blood red color peeking out here and there.

Is this, that so called Chaos?

As if answering my thoughts, the mud doll sinks into the boiling bog of chaos—

“Ah!”

I exclaimed, as the chaos bog started disappearing like it was only an illusion. After that, what was left, was but a small figure.

“Y-yes... It worked...”

It was a Skeleton, of jet-black bone. It had a black l.u.s.ter, a slight metallic polish that’s perhaps from the Goar materials.

It’s height was upto my hips, so the size of a child. The limbs were also short so it looked like a child’s bones made into a Skeleton.

Well, looks don’t matter. The crucial point is if it’s strong.

“Try this”

I hand over the Goma made spear, that I’ve put to almost no use myself, to this black Skeleton of a Mud Doll.

“Ga, Gaga”

Acknowledged, it seems to say as it clicks its skeletal jaw-bones while receiving the spear. Taking stance, and a thrust. It’s spear skill, even I can tell it’s pretty awkward. I can’t say it’s good at all but—

“Good, very good! This much is enough for now”

But I’m now sure of it, of this Skeleton’s talent. Just being able to swing a spear, it’s proof that it now has human level strength. Plus, it’s got good thrusting speed too. Looks like it’s got around the same strength as me, maybe a bit less.

In sum, it’s no longer that weak Mud Doll that had dismantled as soon as it got wet. That is to say, I can totally use this as a decoy or for kamikaze attacks. It’s become a fairly convenient sacrificial p.a.w.n, and it adds to our numbers too. With its current size, I can have it do spear attacks, and next time, it’s sure to do well distracting monsters. And when the time comes, it’ll become my life-saving s.h.i.+eld.

It doesn’t have much fire power, but I got myself a good, obedient little soldier to use.

“Man am I glad that went well...”

With that feeling of relief, I drop to the ground as if some strings were cut. Both mana and stamina drained to the limit. My eyelids are so heavy, I’ll just—