Palma Missa, a trading city located in the central continent.
Built atop the ruins of an ancient civilization, this city had long been a bustling hub for adventurers seeking those ruins, as well as merchants who catered to them.
At the same time, it flourished as a central hub for east-west trade routes and existed as a free trading city that belonged to no nation.
It was a chaotic melting pot where people of many races gathered and various cultures blended together.
This diversity was clearly reflected in the architecture of the buildings lining the streets.
Shota and Selma were walking hand-in-hand down the main street of Palma Missa, which was filled with exotic buildings that blended architectural styles from many regions.
“By the way, where are we going?”
At first, Shota kept stopping every time something unfamiliar caught his eye, but now he was quietly following behind Selma.
Buildings that represented this world’s unique culture and the various races walking around were interesting, but not enough to hold the attention of a child like him for long.
Right now, he was completely captivated by the soft feeling of the older woman’s hand and the sweet, feminine scent drifting from her side.
“The Adventurer’s Guild.”
“The Adventurer’s Guild?”
Shota parroted the words and tilted his head slightly.
“Yes.
This city was built on top of ancient ruins, so there’s a branch of the Guild here to support the adventurers who come here for those ruins.”
“Wooow… This really feels like a game world.”
From what he heard, anyone over the age of fifteen in this world could become an adventurer.
Although Shota hadn’t reached that age yet, he couldn’t help but get excited imagining the RPG-like scenarios — exploring unknown ruins and labyrinths as an adventurer, fighting monsters, finding treasure, and sometimes saving people.
His grip on Selma’s hand unconsciously tightened.
“I want to see the Guild!
How much farther is it?”
“Let me see… We’re almost there.”
“—Yo, you two look like you’re having fun.”
Shota and Selma, who had been lost in their own world without paying attention to their surroundings, turned around at the crude voice directed at them.
Several burly men with leering faces had surrounded them.
“Hehe, what a fine-looking woman.
She’s wasted on a brat like you.”
Wearing well-maintained leather armor and carrying long swords at their waists, the men — who looked like low-level adventurers — didn’t even glance at Shota.
Instead, they openly stared at Selma’s large breasts, ass, and thighs with vulgar eyes.
“Yeah.
Hey, miss.
How about having some fun with us instead?”
“Brat, go home and suck on your mama’s tits or something.”
The men laughed crudely while spouting vulgar words.
Selma openly frowned at their shameless gazes.
“Let’s just ignore them and go.”
“Hey now, don’t be so cold, miss.”
“Don’t touch me.”
—Smack!
The moment one of the men reached out to grab Selma’s shoulder as she tried to leave, a dry slapping sound rang out.
It was the sound of Selma’s palm striking the man’s cheek.
His pride wounded, the man’s face twisted in anger as he reached for the weapon at his waist.
“What the hell?
You wanna get hurt, woman?”
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on Selma-san!”
—Big sis is in danger!
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Shota moved without thinking and stood in front of Selma to protect her.
Of course, he had no actual plan, and he didn’t have the power to resolve this situation.
After all, Shota possessed none of the typical cheats that came with being transported to another world.
All he had was bottomless sexual desire and a massive cock that could drive females insane.
Obviously, neither of those would help in this situation.
Even so, he couldn’t just ignore the hands reaching for the woman he cared about.
Determined to protect someone precious to him, Shota stood his ground with trembling knees, putting on the bravest front he could manage.
“Master…♥”
Seeing her small master spread his arms wide in an attempt to look bigger and glare at the men with all his might — even though he knew he stood no chance — filled her with emotion.
The sight of him desperately trying to stand between her and danger, all to protect his female, was incredibly brave and admirable in her eyes.
She had made the right choice in choosing this male.
As long as this master continued to love her, she would devote her entire being to loving him in return.
While reaffirming this decision, Selma tightened her grip on her staff.
“What’s this, kid?
You that eager to die?”
“I won’t forgive anyone who tries to hurt big sis!”
“Heh, got some guts, I’ll give you that.
But what the hell do you think you can do?
A brat like you would be crying like a baby the moment I cut you.”
“If you try to lay a hand on my master, I won’t forgive you.”
“Huh?”
Just as the men were about to draw their swords toward Shota, Selma raised her staff and began chanting.
“”Thunder, roar””
At the same time as her incantation, a powerful flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings.
Despite the clear sky with not a single cloud, lightning bolts rained down around them.
With a deafening roar, they struck the stone pavement of the street, shattering it.
The broken stones scattered in all directions, clearly demonstrating the spell’s power.
“Huh… What…?”
Both Shota and the men were equally stunned by the noise and destructive force.
They froze in place and turned to look at Selma.
“Are you adventurers?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“I see.
Then, have you ever heard the name ‘Selma, the Witch in the Triangular Hat’?”
“You mean that famous magic user?
I’ve heard rumors, but I’ve never actually met her… Wait, what?”
The men stared at the busty beauty once more.
She wore a dress with a deep slit, garter stockings, held a staff in her hand, and had a large triangular hat on her head.
“Don’t tell me… Y-You’re… Selma…?”
Sweat began dripping down the men’s foreheads.
The witch gave them a sadistic smile and nodded slightly.
“You should have used your heads a little more when you saw this appearance.”
—We’re screwed.
That was what the men were thinking.
It was obvious they had picked a fight with the wrong person.
While they were just nameless, low-level thugs calling themselves adventurers, the woman in front of them was a renowned and powerful adventurer whose name echoed throughout the trading city.
There was no need to even think about who was superior.
The moment Selma pointed her staff at them, the men threw down their weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground.
“We’re sorry!
Please forgive us!”
It was a pathetic sight, but Shota could painfully understand how they felt.
Selma’s magic had been that overwhelming.
(Now that I think about it… She instantly killed those monsters when we first met in the forest… I guess I really wasn’t needed after all.)
Completely unaware that her master’s manly behavior had made her womb throb with affection, Shota felt a mix of slight relief and significant disappointment upon realizing that his help hadn’t been necessary.
Ignoring him, Selma continued looking down at the men with her staff still pointed at them.
“Are you begging for your lives now?
It’s too late for that.”
“We wouldn’t have touched you if we knew you were Selma!
Please, don’t kill us!”
“…Hey, Master.
Completely different from her usual gentle demeanor, Selma stared at the men with a cold expression.
Her icy gaze contained a faint trace of killing intent.
It was clear that if Shota gave her permission, she would eliminate these men right here and now.
That was how intimidating she currently appeared.
However, Shota didn’t have that kind of resolve.
More importantly, he didn’t want to see the woman he loved dirty her hands.
Although his sexual desire was far above average, Shota was still just an ordinary boy who had been raised in peaceful Japan.
If possible, he preferred to resolve conflicts peacefully.
“I-It’s fine.
They didn’t hurt you, Selma-san.”
“…You’re lucky.
My master is the reason I’m letting you go.
Now leave.
And don’t ever show your faces to me again.
The next time I see you, you won’t keep your lives.”
“H-Hiiiiiiiii!”
At Selma’s declaration, the men screamed and fled as fast as they could.
Watching their impressive escape, Shota quietly let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you for protecting me, Master.”
“No… In the end, I wasn’t any help at all.”
“Fufu, that’s not really important.”
“What do you mean?”
When he looked up, Selma was smiling at him with her usual gentle expression, a complete change from her earlier cold demeanor.
“Anyone can act tough against someone weaker than them, just like those men did.
But you tried to stand up to people stronger than you, Master.
That’s not something just anyone can do.
You did well♥”
“Y-You think so?”
“Yes.
You were very cool and wonderful♥ Big sis fell in love with you all over again♥ Chu♥”
She kissed his cheek and pulled him into a tight hug, using her entire body to embrace and comfort her small knight who had tried to protect her.
“I-It tickles.”
“Fufufu♥ It’s fine♥ Chuu chuu♥”
Selma continued pressing her body against him and raining kisses on him.
Gradually, Shota began to calm down from the earlier tension.
However, his honest body reacted to the older woman’s seductive scent, and he started getting excited in a different way.
“Fufu, your cock got hard, Master♥”
“Ah!”
Selma’s hand lewdly stroked the tent forming in his pants.
“Come to think of it, you also got hard when those monsters attacked you back then, didn’t you…♥ Maybe you’re the type who gets excited when there’s danger…♥”
“O-Of course not!
I-It’s just because you’re so erotic, Selma-san…”
“Oh?
So it was because of big sis…♥ I guess I did something bad to you then, didn’t I…♥”
“Ah… Ahh.”
Her fingers teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock through his pants.
As Shota let out a small moan from the stimulation, Selma pulled on his arm and stood up.
“A bad onahole wife who seduces her master needs to be punished…♥”
“Eh?
Punished?”
“Fufu…♥ The punishment part was a joke.
Actually, seeing how cool you were earlier made big sis’s womb start aching a little…♥ We still have some time, so if you don’t mind, could you comfort me…♥”
With that, the witch took Shota’s arm and led him into a back alley.