Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
In a resting room of Sleeping Shrimp on an early afternoon a few days later.
Present there were the Grim Reaper, who is the owner, and a middle-aged concierge, who is managing the store.
The Grim Reaper, his expression unchanged, was listening to the concierge, who was standing there talking with a serious expression on his face.
「The Elven woman that came a few days earlier. You are saying that she is now at the front of the store disrupting our business?」
He sat his long and hunched back body down, with his back upright against the backrest of the chair. At the tip of his long legs, which were crossed, are a pair of hard boots.
And on that face was a pair of eyes with dark shades.
Coupled with the shades below his eyes, which are thick to the point of it resembling one being caused by an illness, they would probably scare off even a brave person on their first meeting.
(I have gotten more used to it than before though)
The concierge swallows his spit while nodding his head. He then continued speaking.
「I have an interest in this store so let me take a look around, I will pay the money. She said that so I allowed here to have a look around」
The Grim Reaper urged the concierge, who had an expression suggesting that he had a hard time saying anymore, to speak as the Grim Reaper remained speechless.
「She seems to not understand the good points of our concept as she kept saying she did not understand」
There are no changes on the face of the Grim Reaper.
This is something similar to him saying to the concierge to throw aside a customer who is not compatible with the 『Sin and Punishment』. It is not something the Grim Reaper is concerned with at this point in time.
「And so, from the night of that very day onwards, she has been sleeping with our regulars」
「Sleeping with?」
The concierge wipes off his sweat using a handkerchief and nods.
「The customers who have finally come to accept the concept of our store. She pulls those customers to an inn and makes them fall captive to her Elven charms. Due to that, the number of customers has dropped quite significantly」
It is only now that one side of the Grim Reaper’s cheek dropped.
Even if the number of customers falls, the business will continue as usual. It is originally a store I started without any intention of making a profit.
However, stealing away the interests of regular customers is a huge problem.
(The flames of 『Sin and Punishment』 has just been lit in the hearts of humans after all)
He crosses his arms and closes his eyes.
The concierge was scared stiff just from those movements alone.
(The flame that is still young and ephemeral, one that disappears with just a single breath. It must be nurtured with care for now)
The light of hope that links to the future. That Elven woman is trying to put it out without showing any concern.
And that is just because it does not suit her taste.
(That is quite unforgivable)
A wave of chilling anger spreads inside his chest.
「Is she there even as we speak?」
The concierge nods when he hears that question.
Hearing this, the Grim Reaper stands up silently and heads for the exit at the back.
「Ah, erm」
Ignoring the concierge who was trying to say something, he heads out of the building just like this.
Seeing off that back, the concierge questions himself.
(What was I trying to say just now I wonder)
Please be amicable with her? Or is it – what will you be doing from now on? He felt like both are not it.
(That is the reason why the words will not come out)
The concierge shrugs and plops down onto the sofa.
He is not concerned about the owner at all. Over here at Landbarn, is the territory of the Empire. The social status of the Grim Reaper allows him to be someone whose words are equal to that of the very feudal lord himself.
Even if he is up against an Elf, he should not be at a disadvantage in a dispute.
(I should leave this matter to him)
And the concierge uses a handkerchief to wipe his face once again.
On the other hand, the Grim Reaper, with a rhythmical pace like that of a long compass, arrives at the front of the store in a flash.
Without needing to even search for her, he saw her immediately.
(Is that it?)
What he saw was a tall woman with long straight hair that is the color of chestnuts.
Under a shade at a location that is facing the store, the Elf is standing there with her back leaned against a wall.
That appearance is very similar to one of a beggar trying to snatch customers at the side of the road.
(Ho, it seems like she is doing this with full knowledge that I am the owner)
The other party has also taken a notice of him.
However, he could not see a trace of the other party being fearful. The other party remains as is, back leaned against the wall, with a fearless expression on her face.
「Long ears. What are you doing」
While hitting loudly against the stone paving the thick soles of his shoes, he crosses the road. He heads straight towards the Elven woman.
That name which he called her by, that can even be called a derogatory term, strongly expresses the displeasure that the Grim Reaper feels.
「Nothing much, just calling out to any men who have caught my interest」
She answers with a face that suggests she is feigning ignorance. Though at the same time, in the mind of the female merchant, she is clenching her fist with joy.
(I have caught him)
A store that only has a few regulars visiting frequently.
By luring these people in to disrupt the business of the store, the owner of the store, the Grim Reaper, will no doubt show himself.
She put this plan into action along this line of thought and she got her results immediately.
「Stop it, it is a nuisance」
「Is this not outside of the store? What is wrong with freely carrying out acts of love here」
She said this with an easygoing tone but on the inside, the nervousness was causing her to sweat profusely.
Even for her, that is an Elf, the dark and chilling intensity of the Grim Reaper is something that is terrifying.
(I can be killed without another word said after all)
That is because the other party in question is one of the symbols of the military in the Empire.
Killing off a single Elven traveler is not something that cannot possibly occur.
(See-through him I say)
The other party does not show any of those movements and is walking a very fine line. He does not cross that line and is trying his best to compromise.
It is now time for her skills as a merchant to shine.
「There is something that I would very much like to ask the Grim Reaper about you see. If you are able to give me the answers to just that alone, I would even leave the town immediately for you」
The Grim Reaper shows his back to her without saying a single word.
(Eh? Wait a minute)
It would be too fast for this to be called a breakdown of negotiations.
At that time when she took her back off the wall in a hurry, a shiver ran down her spine.
At the next moment, with a posture that is one of a roundhouse kick’s, the Grim Reaper unleashes a kick.
The boorish sole of his shoe brushes against the tip of the Elven woman’s nose.
The pressure from the leg that brushed across caused the hair, which is the color of chestnuts, to flow to the side.
「I will crush your face next」
After turning one round, the Grim Reaper stands at the same position with the same expression. However, only the content of the words that came out of his mouth is different.
(This is bad. This is worse than I expected; It seems like words do not work on this person)
She, that is against the wall and has nowhere else to fall back to, moves to the side slowly.
「Oh wow, so the Grim Reaper who is a world ranker would just unleash his violent leg techniques all of a sudden?」
Whether it is to divert the attention of the other party or her nature as a merchant, she moves only her mouth.
「It seems like you have not appeared in any other matches after you lost all of a sudden at the Holy City. Has your mind and the Death Scythe that you are so proud of been broken I wonder」
Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
Moving away completely from the wall, the Elven woman lowers her hip.
While gazing at this, the Grim Reaper thinks of the newcomer who suddenly appeared, Explosive Queen-sama, in his mind.
『Are you the type of trash that is not even capable of making one of the long ears yield to you?』
She, his queen, who wore an outfit from bondage fashion. While hitting the bed, she bestows upon him an expression that suggests she was looking down on him.
He felt a chill along with happiness when he saw that illusion.
(It will be a piece of cake to just ruin her through kicking. However, the Queen of 『Sin and Punishment』 does not wish for this)
The battlefield of the Queen, who rules the happiness of both males and females alike, is always at the brothel.
(The battle should be carried out on the bed)
It is the desire of my lovely queen for me to have the long ears prostrate herself before me on the bed while experiencing euphoria.
The Grim Reaper lets out a small nod, he faces the Elven woman as he speaks.
「Then will have a match with me? If you lose, leave this town immediately and never set foot into Landbarn ever again」
He uses his thin and sharp chin to point at the store, 『Shrimpfield』, behind him.
(What is this, what is this?)
The sudden change in the attitude of the Grim Reaper surprises the Elven woman. However, that suggestion was the best one she could ever hope for.
「That’s fine. In exchange, if I win, I will have you listen to one of my requests」
「Very well」
The Grim Reaper uses his finger to signal for her to follow along. He then headed for the back entrance.
While wiping off the sweat on her forehead with her arm, she follows behind him.
(I do not know what is going on but isn’t this matter moving in a good direction? I am glad saying anything and everything there worked well)
While she had some hope, she had more than given up, twenty percent the former and eighty percent the latter*. It can be said that this is attributed to sheer luck.
[*TL note: The raws are sort of different, it translates to – she had given up more than halfway (as in given up more than 50%). As we don’t say this in English, I tried my best to translate it in another way.]
And so, the two of them climbed up the stairs to the second floor of the store owned by the Grim Reaper, Shrimp Field.
The sound of whips and the voices of aroused men and women. And the screams of pitiful men that resounded from time to time.
Paying no mind at all to all of that, the Grim Reaper enters one of the rooms.
Right after the Elven woman follows behind, he locks the door.
「My oh my, will you not serve even one drink to me?」
The Grim Reaper flawlessly ignores those words.
The Elven woman gives up and takes off her clothes, that were stained with her sweat due to the summer heat.
(Hmph, Elf huh. It has been a long while)
The eyes of the Grim Reaper that looks at her coldly.
He will admit that the appearance of the Elves is beautiful but he has not liked any one of them even up until now.
(The reaction is unnatural)
Rubbing skins together as a form of reception, he has done that many times.
However, the Grim Reaper, unlike the others, did not fall for it.
He had felt that there is hypocrisy in that coquettish voice.
(Well, that is fine. I will confirm it from here on out)
The Elven race does not participate in matches. That is why the places you will meet them are only limited to brothels.
This is a given but they do not do anything illogical, do not overexert themselves, and do not do anything wasteful. That is why he was unable to confirm whether the expression of ecstasy they show on their faces is real or fake.
「The preparations are complete on my end」
The long and slender body of a beauty that only has undergarments on. That coupled with long hair, that is chestnut in color that is combed up with both hands.
It will most likely be irresistible if one likes Elves.
On the other hand, the Grim Reaper too takes off his clothes which landed on the floor with a thud.
Although his body is of the hunchback and thin type, his body is trained to be flexible just like a whip.
「You have one that is quite good」
The Elven woman whistles.
In her vision is the Death Scythe. Just like the teeth of a mammoth, it is huge and while curving upwards, stands tall and mighty.
(Well, it is not as big as that of an Elf’s but I can have some expectations from the way that it curves)
Using the back of her hand to wipe her lips, she jumps back and lands on the bed.
Though he was a little late, the Grim Reaper steps on the bed as well.
The two of them proceeds forward at the same time and join up at the center of the bed.
「Hee, what is that? Do you mean to be fashionable?」
In order to secure an advantageous posture, the two with long slender bodies, a man and a woman, used their hands to shake each other off.
The Elven woman looks at the Death Scythe and laughed out loud.
This is because she saw that a black ribbon is wrapped around what could be said as roughly the middle of the Death Scythe, just like the one used as a sign of mourning.
Although the Elven woman does not know, this is a rule that the Grim Reaper imposed on himself. Other than in the matches he takes part in, he will not go any further than the point that is marked by the black ribbon.
(As I expected)
The Grim Reaper nods in his mind. There are no signs that show that the woman in front of his eyes is afraid.
(That woman is not afraid of the Death Scythe)
Even during the time when the Grim Reaper had an Elf as his partner, the Elf never did find out about this very rule.
At that time, the Grim Reaper did catch a glimpse of the Elf, that looked at him with a disappointed expression on her face
「It is a match this time around. That is why this black ribbon will not be needed」
The Grim Reaper who put some distance between himself and the Elven woman undid the black ribbon in one smooth motion.
While looking at the small cloth – the black ribbon, that fell at the feet of the Grim Reaper, the Elven woman started to laugh foolishly.
「And it was so cute, what a shame I say」
The Grim Reaper steps up without a word and takes the position behind her back in just a single moment.
It seems like the Elven woman does not have any knowledge in martial arts as she had shown many openings. It was not difficult at all for the Grim Reaper to get around her.
The Death Scythe stabs right from the bottom, this lifts the Elven woman into the air just like that of a Rhinoceros Beetle.
(Mu?)
Just then, the expression on the face of the Grim Reaper changes slightly.
(There is no ceiling whatsoever)
Passing the point marked by the black ribbon, the Death Scythe was inserted all the way up till its base.
However, the Grim Reaper could not sense the feeling of the Death Scythe bumping into something. It was far deeper than what he had imagined.
「Ahahahaha, that feels good, give me more of that, more of that」
While letting out a laugh, the Elven woman moved her legs erratically.
The balance of the two was lost due to the recoil and the two fall sideways.
(Tsk)
The Grim Reaper immediately takes the top position, not allowing his opponent to get into the mounting position.
The Grim Reaper immediately started to exercise his hips, moving in a piston-like manner.
(So it does not work huh)
The Death Scythe rubs against the back of the Elven woman’s navel and moves backward and then forward. But the Elven woman still has some composure.
She lets out a distorted smile on her face and opens her mouth to speak.
「Well then, it is my turn this time. I guess I will show you my techniques」
(Wha)
Immediately after those words left her mouth, the Grim Reaper was forced to stop his movements.
「Now how is it? This is the secret technique of the Elves, the mighty five-level squeeze」
The entrance and the depths, the technique is called two-level squeeze if these two are squeezed. Even among the Elves who are called Famous Organ Wielder by the human race only have a technique where they add another level of squeezing right in the middle.
Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
(Kuh!)
「Well, if it is not one that is as long as Grim Reaper-san’s then all five locations will not be affected though」
The Grim Reaper cannot move forward, nor can he move backward.
The Grim Reaper’s face stiffened due to his movements being restrained.
「If you cannot move at all, then it is time for me to make my move」
The Elven woman takes it all while alternating between the top and the bottom.
After taking the top position, the Elven woman starts moving rapidly between specific directions, namely forward, backward, left, and right.
「Say, so how is it? Does it feel good? I bet it sure feels good does it not?」
While squeezing so tight that the Grim Reaper is unable to move at all, the Elven woman continues to shake her hips without stopping.
She concentrates the stimulation at five locations on the Death Scythe which sends a tingling stimulation to the brain of the Grim Reaper.
「Here, have some of this, it is a spin this time」
On top of adding exercises that move right and left, the Elven woman adds up and down movements as well whenever there was a moment to spare in between.
(This is bad)
That is what the Grim Reaper’s instincts as a warrior told him. The instinct disregards the fact that the match has only merely begun and is telling him in advance that his defeat is what awaits him.
(I will lose you say? The great me will)
With the increasing possibility that the Grim Reaper losing becomes a reality, his mind works to imagine the scene when that comes to pass.
(If I lose I will have to listen to any one of the request that the Long Ears will make)
Just as the Grim Reaper had that thought, he felt a chill run down his spine.
(If that request is to stop carrying out 『Sin and Punishment』, then what will happen after that?)
After going around the store to observe and learn about the world of 『Sin and Punishment』, the Long Ears goes all out to begin interfering with the business of the store of abuse.
If that is the case then there is only one wish that the Long Ears would probably have and that is to put an end to the culture known as 『Sin and Punishment』. That is something the Grim Reaper thought is entirely possible for the Long Ears to request.
(Something like this is impossible! 『Sin and Punishment』 is an extremely important cultural heritage that should be left behind for the people living in the near future)
If that is so then what should I do?
At that moment, a phantom of her highness, the queen, Explosive Onee-sama appears in the mind of the Grim Reaper. After using the palm of her hand to slap the Grim Reaper, at the side of his face, with much force to make it face towards the right, she speaks with an expression on her face that is filled with much scorn.
『If you are not even able to protect one of the things that is precious to you, then why are you even called one of the best military men in the Empire? I will have you know that you are a really useless man』
Right after the Queen said those words, her high heel finds its target, the face of the Grim Reaper, hitting it to the floor and stepping on it thereafter. That pain is only a mere illusion. However, it was very vivid, almost as if it was real.
The very words from the Queen herself bring forth somewhat of a big surge from within the Grim Reaper himself.
(It will be as the Queen commands)
The Grim Reaper brings his body up even in a 「horse riding」 position with the Elven woman 「riding」 on top, he then stands up in the process.
「Kyahahahaha! What do you plan to do?」
Even when the position of the Elven woman changes to one where she is hanging in mid-air, with her legs clinging to the back of the Grim Reaper near the position of his lower body, she still continues to shake her hips with vigor.
(I will be the very person to protect the 『Sin and Punishment』 and have it remain in the culture for the later generations)
After the Grim Reaper said this to himself in his mind, he bends his knees once again, tilting his body in order to fall forward. Naturally, the back of the Elven woman gets pressed against the bed.
「You will finish the match with the normal position? I have to say, I at least thought you would entertain me just a bit more」
The expression on the face of the Elven woman is one of composure.
The Grim Reaper, who pays the expression no mind makes his body fall forward. With the rump of the Elven woman is exposed, the Grim Reaper shifts to the position where he is thrusting right from the bottom of her rump.
「What is it, what is it? That is quite the interesting position I say」
Even as the bodies of the two are bending in such a way that they form the Hiragana Ku (く), the slight smile from the Elven woman, which is at the bottom, does not disappear at all.
The Grim Reaper, who does not care about this at all, makes use of the earlier surge of power from within himself to leap to the bed, covering the distance all in one go.
「Earthquake!」
As the Grim Reaper shouts this word, he spins just like the rotors of a helicopter that is rotating in the air.
The Death Scythe of the Grim Reaper bent back to a large extent.
Using that as the axis for eccentricity*, a vibration motor that is in the form of a human appears.
A shaking, one that very much resembles one given off by an earthquake, assaults both the Elven woman and the Grim Reaper. It is one strong enough to even cause the silhouettes of the two of them to become blurred out.
[*TL note: – A term used in mathematics to mean the measure of how much a curved section is different from that of a curve of a circle. For more info, please go to this site.]
(Kuooooo)
The burden that the Death Scythe of the Grim Reaper has to bear is one that far exceeds the amount any person could have imagined.
It is, after all, forcefully spinning with the help of only sheer willpower with the axis of eccentricity being squeezed tightly at five different positions.
If it is the Grim Reaper up until this very moment, he would either have stopped the technique halfway through its execution, or the scythe, being unable to bear the stimulation anymore, would have most likely sprayed out the liquid.
(I cannot lose)
However, that did not happen.
(I have something that I must protect no matter the what)
Something that the Grim Reaper has never once attained even as he lives his life on the battlefield, one he wished to protect from the very bottom of his heart.
The Grim Reaper that is here right now has that very thing. The existence, known as 『Sin and Punishment』, has acted like a booster that greatly raises his power.
「Earthquake!」
On the other end, the Elven woman does not have the composure she had up until now.
In the state of the five-level squeeze and the eccentricity exercise with the waist of a grown person on top. How good the tightness felt not only does a lot of damage to the opponent, it also does a lot of damage to herself as well.
The Grim Reaper gazes down a situation like this from above.
(That expression of hers. The long ears up until now have shown one of these, it seems like it is not an act that she is feeling it)
The corners of his mouth form into a slight smile.
(Show me your true reaction)
After the Grim Reaper says this, he takes a huge breath and takes the plunge once again.
「Earthquake!」
(It is here! It is here it is here it is here! This is bad, he has gone and done it…It is here!)
The urge that welled up from the depths of the body of the Elven woman stimulates the feeling of fear within her.
(This is bad I say. If things carry on like this, the Heaven’s Gate will open)
That being opened by a person from the human race, no one has ever heard anything like that before. Seriously, if it were to get opened here, it will probably become the first occurrence of such an event for the Elves.
(I cannot let it happen, that is the only thing that I cannot allow to happen)
The Elven woman musters up all of her willpower that is present within her body to endure the urge but the hot and sweet sensation that is welling up within her melts her very nerves.
「Stop it stop it stop it!」
「Earthquake!」
「I give up! I surrender! Please stop this already!」
However, the Grim Reaper does not stop.
「Earthquake!」
「Earthquake!」
The vision of the Elven woman gets filled with white light.
And in the horizon is a single layer, a strong white light. That light slowly opens one to the left and the other to the right.
(The door is……opening)
Right after the moment the Elven woman got to know that the Heaven’s Gate was open, the Elven woman lost consciousness.
Seeing this sight, the Grim Reaper stops taking the plunge.
The spinning gets slower and it stops in the end.
「What a terrifying enemy」
While making a little noise, the Grim Reaper slowly slides out his Death Scythe. His body sways weakly and he falls onto the floor rump first.
(So this is the true nature of an Elf)
The Grim Reaper does not know about Elven males. But given how deep caves of the female Elves are, those of the males would naturally be long as well. Probably anyway.
(As I expected, the coquetry the Elven females show to the human race is all an act)
The Elves, that live long lives.
During the long lives the Elves lead, the Elven women would no doubt have to go through trials with the ultra-long rods that the Elven males have. There is no doubt that they have gone through these trials countless times.
(That was not an ordinary way of using it)
The reaction from the all out match just now. The Grim Reaper, a warrior who has been in this line for a long time, understood the level of his opponent.
The defense power of the Elven women is several tens of times that of the human women.
That overwhelmingly deep Vertical Depth Formation. To start off, there are no humans who can break through it.
(I must thank my parents)
The Grim Reaper thanked his very own weapon from the bottom of his heart.
Longness itself is what Elves are bad at. A technique that takes and curvature into account. And willpower, that is how the Grim Reaper managed to pick up the victory.
(It will be best if I do not concern myself with the Elves)
The Grim Reaper stands up while staggering and proceeds to take a shower.
Due to the fact that he forcefully spun during the Five-level squeeze, the Death Scythe has scars all over the place. The stings of the water from the shower reached all the way to his very bones.
(However, this joy, this satisfaction)
The Grim Reaper has protected the thing that he wanted to protect with his very own hand.
That sensation, which could be said was his first experience of one, led the Grim Reaper to the point of intoxication.
「The match has finished」
The Grim Reaper, who has fixed his personal appearance, shows up at the resting room one floor below.
The middle-aged concierge who was very concerned with the match jumped up from his chair and rushed up to the Grim Reaper.
「Do not fear. It is my win」
The middle-aged concierge shows an expression on his face that suggests that he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.
From the name value of the Grim Reaper, the middle-aged concierge did not think that the Grim Reaper would lose. That would have been the case, but when the middle-aged concierge looked at the figure of the two of them as they went up the staircase, he felt a sense of uneasiness that he could not describe.
It was due to the fact that the way Elven woman was acting showed that she had too much confidence in herself.
「Randomly wash that person and dress her up in some clothes. After that, throw her out along with her personal belongings at the back entrance or something」
Just like this, after a little over ten minutes, the tall beauty with brunette hair and long ears was thrown out, left beside the garbage collection point.
Of course, she has not regained her consciousness as of yet.
「My goodness, so we are back to square one huh」
The Grim Reaper, who shows signs of tiredness, sat down on the sofa, sinking back into it.
『Sin and Punishment』, which finally started to take root in this land. However, that young root got uprooted by a heartless Elf.
There is a need for the Grim Reaper to start from sow the seeds and then providing water to them once again.
「Owner, I myself will do my best so please do not worry」
The middle-aged concierge spoke with a strong tone and with eyes filled with determination.
The expression on the face of the Grim Reaper as he looks at such a middle-aged concierge was unusually gentle.
Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
In a resting room of Sleeping Shrimp on an early afternoon a few days later.
Present there were the Grim Reaper, who is the owner, and a middle-aged concierge, who is managing the store.
The Grim Reaper, his expression unchanged, was listening to the concierge, who was standing there talking with a serious expression on his face.
「The Elven woman that came a few days earlier. You are saying that she is now at the front of the store disrupting our business?」
He sat his long and hunched back body down, with his back upright against the backrest of the chair. At the tip of his long legs, which were crossed, are a pair of hard boots.
And on that face was a pair of eyes with dark shades.
Coupled with the shades below his eyes, which are thick to the point of it resembling one being caused by an illness, they would probably scare off even a brave person on their first meeting.
(I have gotten more used to it than before though)
The concierge swallows his spit while nodding his head. He then continued speaking.
「I have an interest in this store so let me take a look around, I will pay the money. She said that so I allowed here to have a look around」
The Grim Reaper urged the concierge, who had an expression suggesting that he had a hard time saying anymore, to speak as the Grim Reaper remained speechless.
「She seems to not understand the good points of our concept as she kept saying she did not understand」
There are no changes on the face of the Grim Reaper.
This is something similar to him saying to the concierge to throw aside a customer who is not compatible with the 『Sin and Punishment』. It is not something the Grim Reaper is concerned with at this point in time.
「And so, from the night of that very day onwards, she has been sleeping with our regulars」
「Sleeping with?」
The concierge wipes off his sweat using a handkerchief and nods.
「The customers who have finally come to accept the concept of our store. She pulls those customers to an inn and makes them fall captive to her Elven charms. Due to that, the number of customers has dropped quite significantly」
It is only now that one side of the Grim Reaper’s cheek dropped.
Even if the number of customers falls, the business will continue as usual. It is originally a store I started without any intention of making a profit.
However, stealing away the interests of regular customers is a huge problem.
(The flames of 『Sin and Punishment』 has just been lit in the hearts of humans after all)
He crosses his arms and closes his eyes.
The concierge was scared stiff just from those movements alone.
(The flame that is still young and ephemeral, one that disappears with just a single breath. It must be nurtured with care for now)
The light of hope that links to the future. That Elven woman is trying to put it out without showing any concern.
And that is just because it does not suit her taste.
(That is quite unforgivable)
A wave of chilling anger spreads inside his chest.
「Is she there even as we speak?」
The concierge nods when he hears that question.
Hearing this, the Grim Reaper stands up silently and heads for the exit at the back.
「Ah, erm」
Ignoring the concierge who was trying to say something, he heads out of the building just like this.
Seeing off that back, the concierge questions himself.
(What was I trying to say just now I wonder)
Please be amicable with her? Or is it – what will you be doing from now on? He felt like both are not it.
(That is the reason why the words will not come out)
The concierge shrugs and plops down onto the sofa.
He is not concerned about the owner at all. Over here at Landbarn, is the territory of the Empire. The social status of the Grim Reaper allows him to be someone whose words are equal to that of the very feudal lord himself.
Even if he is up against an Elf, he should not be at a disadvantage in a dispute.
(I should leave this matter to him)
And the concierge uses a handkerchief to wipe his face once again.
On the other hand, the Grim Reaper, with a rhythmical pace like that of a long compass, arrives at the front of the store in a flash.
Without needing to even search for her, he saw her immediately.
(Is that it?)
What he saw was a tall woman with long straight hair that is the color of chestnuts.
Under a shade at a location that is facing the store, the Elf is standing there with her back leaned against a wall.
That appearance is very similar to one of a beggar trying to snatch customers at the side of the road.
(Ho, it seems like she is doing this with full knowledge that I am the owner)
The other party has also taken a notice of him.
However, he could not see a trace of the other party being fearful. The other party remains as is, back leaned against the wall, with a fearless expression on her face.
「Long ears. What are you doing」
While hitting loudly against the stone paving the thick soles of his shoes, he crosses the road. He heads straight towards the Elven woman.
That name which he called her by, that can even be called a derogatory term, strongly expresses the displeasure that the Grim Reaper feels.
「Nothing much, just calling out to any men who have caught my interest」
She answers with a face that suggests she is feigning ignorance. Though at the same time, in the mind of the female merchant, she is clenching her fist with joy.
(I have caught him)
A store that only has a few regulars visiting frequently.
By luring these people in to disrupt the business of the store, the owner of the store, the Grim Reaper, will no doubt show himself.
She put this plan into action along this line of thought and she got her results immediately.
「Stop it, it is a nuisance」
「Is this not outside of the store? What is wrong with freely carrying out acts of love here」
She said this with an easygoing tone but on the inside, the nervousness was causing her to sweat profusely.
Even for her, that is an Elf, the dark and chilling intensity of the Grim Reaper is something that is terrifying.
(I can be killed without another word said after all)
That is because the other party in question is one of the symbols of the military in the Empire.
Killing off a single Elven traveler is not something that cannot possibly occur.
(See-through him I say)
The other party does not show any of those movements and is walking a very fine line. He does not cross that line and is trying his best to compromise.
It is now time for her skills as a merchant to shine.
「There is something that I would very much like to ask the Grim Reaper about you see. If you are able to give me the answers to just that alone, I would even leave the town immediately for you」
The Grim Reaper shows his back to her without saying a single word.
(Eh? Wait a minute)
It would be too fast for this to be called a breakdown of negotiations.
At that time when she took her back off the wall in a hurry, a shiver ran down her spine.
At the next moment, with a posture that is one of a roundhouse kick’s, the Grim Reaper unleashes a kick.
The boorish sole of his shoe brushes against the tip of the Elven woman’s nose.
The pressure from the leg that brushed across caused the hair, which is the color of chestnuts, to flow to the side.
「I will crush your face next」
After turning one round, the Grim Reaper stands at the same position with the same expression. However, only the content of the words that came out of his mouth is different.
(This is bad. This is worse than I expected; It seems like words do not work on this person)
She, that is against the wall and has nowhere else to fall back to, moves to the side slowly.
「Oh wow, so the Grim Reaper who is a world ranker would just unleash his violent leg techniques all of a sudden?」
Whether it is to divert the attention of the other party or her nature as a merchant, she moves only her mouth.
「It seems like you have not appeared in any other matches after you lost all of a sudden at the Holy City. Has your mind and the Death Scythe that you are so proud of been broken I wonder」
Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
Moving away completely from the wall, the Elven woman lowers her hip.
While gazing at this, the Grim Reaper thinks of the newcomer who suddenly appeared, Explosive Queen-sama, in his mind.
『Are you the type of trash that is not even capable of making one of the long ears yield to you?』
She, his queen, who wore an outfit from bondage fashion. While hitting the bed, she bestows upon him an expression that suggests she was looking down on him.
He felt a chill along with happiness when he saw that illusion.
(It will be a piece of cake to just ruin her through kicking. However, the Queen of 『Sin and Punishment』 does not wish for this)
The battlefield of the Queen, who rules the happiness of both males and females alike, is always at the brothel.
(The battle should be carried out on the bed)
It is the desire of my lovely queen for me to have the long ears prostrate herself before me on the bed while experiencing euphoria.
The Grim Reaper lets out a small nod, he faces the Elven woman as he speaks.
「Then will have a match with me? If you lose, leave this town immediately and never set foot into Landbarn ever again」
He uses his thin and sharp chin to point at the store, 『Shrimpfield』, behind him.
(What is this, what is this?)
The sudden change in the attitude of the Grim Reaper surprises the Elven woman. However, that suggestion was the best one she could ever hope for.
「That’s fine. In exchange, if I win, I will have you listen to one of my requests」
「Very well」
The Grim Reaper uses his finger to signal for her to follow along. He then headed for the back entrance.
While wiping off the sweat on her forehead with her arm, she follows behind him.
(I do not know what is going on but isn’t this matter moving in a good direction? I am glad saying anything and everything there worked well)
While she had some hope, she had more than given up, twenty percent the former and eighty percent the latter*. It can be said that this is attributed to sheer luck.
[*TL note: The raws are sort of different, it translates to – she had given up more than halfway (as in given up more than 50%). As we don’t say this in English, I tried my best to translate it in another way.]
And so, the two of them climbed up the stairs to the second floor of the store owned by the Grim Reaper, Shrimp Field.
The sound of whips and the voices of aroused men and women. And the screams of pitiful men that resounded from time to time.
Paying no mind at all to all of that, the Grim Reaper enters one of the rooms.
Right after the Elven woman follows behind, he locks the door.
「My oh my, will you not serve even one drink to me?」
The Grim Reaper flawlessly ignores those words.
The Elven woman gives up and takes off her clothes, that were stained with her sweat due to the summer heat.
(Hmph, Elf huh. It has been a long while)
The eyes of the Grim Reaper that looks at her coldly.
He will admit that the appearance of the Elves is beautiful but he has not liked any one of them even up until now.
(The reaction is unnatural)
Rubbing skins together as a form of reception, he has done that many times.
However, the Grim Reaper, unlike the others, did not fall for it.
He had felt that there is hypocrisy in that coquettish voice.
(Well, that is fine. I will confirm it from here on out)
The Elven race does not participate in matches. That is why the places you will meet them are only limited to brothels.
This is a given but they do not do anything illogical, do not overexert themselves, and do not do anything wasteful. That is why he was unable to confirm whether the expression of ecstasy they show on their faces is real or fake.
「The preparations are complete on my end」
The long and slender body of a beauty that only has undergarments on. That coupled with long hair, that is chestnut in color that is combed up with both hands.
It will most likely be irresistible if one likes Elves.
On the other hand, the Grim Reaper too takes off his clothes which landed on the floor with a thud.
Although his body is of the hunchback and thin type, his body is trained to be flexible just like a whip.
「You have one that is quite good」
The Elven woman whistles.
In her vision is the Death Scythe. Just like the teeth of a mammoth, it is huge and while curving upwards, stands tall and mighty.
(Well, it is not as big as that of an Elf’s but I can have some expectations from the way that it curves)
Using the back of her hand to wipe her lips, she jumps back and lands on the bed.
Though he was a little late, the Grim Reaper steps on the bed as well.
The two of them proceeds forward at the same time and join up at the center of the bed.
「Hee, what is that? Do you mean to be fashionable?」
In order to secure an advantageous posture, the two with long slender bodies, a man and a woman, used their hands to shake each other off.
The Elven woman looks at the Death Scythe and laughed out loud.
This is because she saw that a black ribbon is wrapped around what could be said as roughly the middle of the Death Scythe, just like the one used as a sign of mourning.
Although the Elven woman does not know, this is a rule that the Grim Reaper imposed on himself. Other than in the matches he takes part in, he will not go any further than the point that is marked by the black ribbon.
(As I expected)
The Grim Reaper nods in his mind. There are no signs that show that the woman in front of his eyes is afraid.
(That woman is not afraid of the Death Scythe)
Even during the time when the Grim Reaper had an Elf as his partner, the Elf never did find out about this very rule.
At that time, the Grim Reaper did catch a glimpse of the Elf, that looked at him with a disappointed expression on her face
「It is a match this time around. That is why this black ribbon will not be needed」
The Grim Reaper who put some distance between himself and the Elven woman undid the black ribbon in one smooth motion.
While looking at the small cloth – the black ribbon, that fell at the feet of the Grim Reaper, the Elven woman started to laugh foolishly.
「And it was so cute, what a shame I say」
The Grim Reaper steps up without a word and takes the position behind her back in just a single moment.
It seems like the Elven woman does not have any knowledge in martial arts as she had shown many openings. It was not difficult at all for the Grim Reaper to get around her.
The Death Scythe stabs right from the bottom, this lifts the Elven woman into the air just like that of a Rhinoceros Beetle.
(Mu?)
Just then, the expression on the face of the Grim Reaper changes slightly.
(There is no ceiling whatsoever)
Passing the point marked by the black ribbon, the Death Scythe was inserted all the way up till its base.
However, the Grim Reaper could not sense the feeling of the Death Scythe bumping into something. It was far deeper than what he had imagined.
「Ahahahaha, that feels good, give me more of that, more of that」
While letting out a laugh, the Elven woman moved her legs erratically.
The balance of the two was lost due to the recoil and the two fall sideways.
(Tsk)
The Grim Reaper immediately takes the top position, not allowing his opponent to get into the mounting position.
The Grim Reaper immediately started to exercise his hips, moving in a piston-like manner.
(So it does not work huh)
The Death Scythe rubs against the back of the Elven woman’s navel and moves backward and then forward. But the Elven woman still has some composure.
She lets out a distorted smile on her face and opens her mouth to speak.
「Well then, it is my turn this time. I guess I will show you my techniques」
(Wha)
Immediately after those words left her mouth, the Grim Reaper was forced to stop his movements.
「Now how is it? This is the secret technique of the Elves, the mighty five-level squeeze」
The entrance and the depths, the technique is called two-level squeeze if these two are squeezed. Even among the Elves who are called Famous Organ Wielder by the human race only have a technique where they add another level of squeezing right in the middle.
Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”
(Kuh!)
「Well, if it is not one that is as long as Grim Reaper-san’s then all five locations will not be affected though」
The Grim Reaper cannot move forward, nor can he move backward.
The Grim Reaper’s face stiffened due to his movements being restrained.
「If you cannot move at all, then it is time for me to make my move」
The Elven woman takes it all while alternating between the top and the bottom.
After taking the top position, the Elven woman starts moving rapidly between specific directions, namely forward, backward, left, and right.
「Say, so how is it? Does it feel good? I bet it sure feels good does it not?」
While squeezing so tight that the Grim Reaper is unable to move at all, the Elven woman continues to shake her hips without stopping.
She concentrates the stimulation at five locations on the Death Scythe which sends a tingling stimulation to the brain of the Grim Reaper.
「Here, have some of this, it is a spin this time」
On top of adding exercises that move right and left, the Elven woman adds up and down movements as well whenever there was a moment to spare in between.
(This is bad)
That is what the Grim Reaper’s instincts as a warrior told him. The instinct disregards the fact that the match has only merely begun and is telling him in advance that his defeat is what awaits him.
(I will lose you say? The great me will)
With the increasing possibility that the Grim Reaper losing becomes a reality, his mind works to imagine the scene when that comes to pass.
(If I lose I will have to listen to any one of the request that the Long Ears will make)
Just as the Grim Reaper had that thought, he felt a chill run down his spine.
(If that request is to stop carrying out 『Sin and Punishment』, then what will happen after that?)
After going around the store to observe and learn about the world of 『Sin and Punishment』, the Long Ears goes all out to begin interfering with the business of the store of abuse.
If that is the case then there is only one wish that the Long Ears would probably have and that is to put an end to the culture known as 『Sin and Punishment』. That is something the Grim Reaper thought is entirely possible for the Long Ears to request.
(Something like this is impossible! 『Sin and Punishment』 is an extremely important cultural heritage that should be left behind for the people living in the near future)
If that is so then what should I do?
At that moment, a phantom of her highness, the queen, Explosive Onee-sama appears in the mind of the Grim Reaper. After using the palm of her hand to slap the Grim Reaper, at the side of his face, with much force to make it face towards the right, she speaks with an expression on her face that is filled with much scorn.
『If you are not even able to protect one of the things that is precious to you, then why are you even called one of the best military men in the Empire? I will have you know that you are a really useless man』
Right after the Queen said those words, her high heel finds its target, the face of the Grim Reaper, hitting it to the floor and stepping on it thereafter. That pain is only a mere illusion. However, it was very vivid, almost as if it was real.
The very words from the Queen herself bring forth somewhat of a big surge from within the Grim Reaper himself.
(It will be as the Queen commands)
The Grim Reaper brings his body up even in a 「horse riding」 position with the Elven woman 「riding」 on top, he then stands up in the process.
「Kyahahahaha! What do you plan to do?」
Even when the position of the Elven woman changes to one where she is hanging in mid-air, with her legs clinging to the back of the Grim Reaper near the position of his lower body, she still continues to shake her hips with vigor.
(I will be the very person to protect the 『Sin and Punishment』 and have it remain in the culture for the later generations)
After the Grim Reaper said this to himself in his mind, he bends his knees once again, tilting his body in order to fall forward. Naturally, the back of the Elven woman gets pressed against the bed.
「You will finish the match with the normal position? I have to say, I at least thought you would entertain me just a bit more」
The expression on the face of the Elven woman is one of composure.
The Grim Reaper, who pays the expression no mind makes his body fall forward. With the rump of the Elven woman is exposed, the Grim Reaper shifts to the position where he is thrusting right from the bottom of her rump.
「What is it, what is it? That is quite the interesting position I say」
Even as the bodies of the two are bending in such a way that they form the Hiragana Ku (く), the slight smile from the Elven woman, which is at the bottom, does not disappear at all.
The Grim Reaper, who does not care about this at all, makes use of the earlier surge of power from within himself to leap to the bed, covering the distance all in one go.
「Earthquake!」
As the Grim Reaper shouts this word, he spins just like the rotors of a helicopter that is rotating in the air.
The Death Scythe of the Grim Reaper bent back to a large extent.
Using that as the axis for eccentricity*, a vibration motor that is in the form of a human appears.
A shaking, one that very much resembles one given off by an earthquake, assaults both the Elven woman and the Grim Reaper. It is one strong enough to even cause the silhouettes of the two of them to become blurred out.
[*TL note: – A term used in mathematics to mean the measure of how much a curved section is different from that of a curve of a circle. For more info, please go to this site.]
(Kuooooo)
The burden that the Death Scythe of the Grim Reaper has to bear is one that far exceeds the amount any person could have imagined.
It is, after all, forcefully spinning with the help of only sheer willpower with the axis of eccentricity being squeezed tightly at five different positions.
If it is the Grim Reaper up until this very moment, he would either have stopped the technique halfway through its execution, or the scythe, being unable to bear the stimulation anymore, would have most likely sprayed out the liquid.
(I cannot lose)
However, that did not happen.
(I have something that I must protect no matter the what)
Something that the Grim Reaper has never once attained even as he lives his life on the battlefield, one he wished to protect from the very bottom of his heart.
The Grim Reaper that is here right now has that very thing. The existence, known as 『Sin and Punishment』, has acted like a booster that greatly raises his power.
「Earthquake!」
On the other end, the Elven woman does not have the composure she had up until now.
In the state of the five-level squeeze and the eccentricity exercise with the waist of a grown person on top. How good the tightness felt not only does a lot of damage to the opponent, it also does a lot of damage to herself as well.
The Grim Reaper gazes down a situation like this from above.
(That expression of hers. The long ears up until now have shown one of these, it seems like it is not an act that she is feeling it)
The corners of his mouth form into a slight smile.
(Show me your true reaction)
After the Grim Reaper says this, he takes a huge breath and takes the plunge once again.
「Earthquake!」
(It is here! It is here it is here it is here! This is bad, he has gone and done it…It is here!)
The urge that welled up from the depths of the body of the Elven woman stimulates the feeling of fear within her.
(This is bad I say. If things carry on like this, the Heaven’s Gate will open)
That being opened by a person from the human race, no one has ever heard anything like that before. Seriously, if it were to get opened here, it will probably become the first occurrence of such an event for the Elves.
(I cannot let it happen, that is the only thing that I cannot allow to happen)
The Elven woman musters up all of her willpower that is present within her body to endure the urge but the hot and sweet sensation that is welling up within her melts her very nerves.
「Stop it stop it stop it!」
「Earthquake!」
「I give up! I surrender! Please stop this already!」
However, the Grim Reaper does not stop.
「Earthquake!」
「Earthquake!」
The vision of the Elven woman gets filled with white light.
And in the horizon is a single layer, a strong white light. That light slowly opens one to the left and the other to the right.
(The door is……opening)
Right after the moment the Elven woman got to know that the Heaven’s Gate was open, the Elven woman lost consciousness.
Seeing this sight, the Grim Reaper stops taking the plunge.
The spinning gets slower and it stops in the end.
「What a terrifying enemy」
While making a little noise, the Grim Reaper slowly slides out his Death Scythe. His body sways weakly and he falls onto the floor rump first.
(So this is the true nature of an Elf)
The Grim Reaper does not know about Elven males. But given how deep caves of the female Elves are, those of the males would naturally be long as well. Probably anyway.
(As I expected, the coquetry the Elven females show to the human race is all an act)
The Elves, that live long lives.
During the long lives the Elves lead, the Elven women would no doubt have to go through trials with the ultra-long rods that the Elven males have. There is no doubt that they have gone through these trials countless times.
(That was not an ordinary way of using it)
The reaction from the all out match just now. The Grim Reaper, a warrior who has been in this line for a long time, understood the level of his opponent.
The defense power of the Elven women is several tens of times that of the human women.
That overwhelmingly deep Vertical Depth Formation. To start off, there are no humans who can break through it.
(I must thank my parents)
The Grim Reaper thanked his very own weapon from the bottom of his heart.
Longness itself is what Elves are bad at. A technique that takes and curvature into account. And willpower, that is how the Grim Reaper managed to pick up the victory.
(It will be best if I do not concern myself with the Elves)
The Grim Reaper stands up while staggering and proceeds to take a shower.
Due to the fact that he forcefully spun during the Five-level squeeze, the Death Scythe has scars all over the place. The stings of the water from the shower reached all the way to his very bones.
(However, this joy, this satisfaction)
The Grim Reaper has protected the thing that he wanted to protect with his very own hand.
That sensation, which could be said was his first experience of one, led the Grim Reaper to the point of intoxication.
「The match has finished」
The Grim Reaper, who has fixed his personal appearance, shows up at the resting room one floor below.
The middle-aged concierge who was very concerned with the match jumped up from his chair and rushed up to the Grim Reaper.
「Do not fear. It is my win」
The middle-aged concierge shows an expression on his face that suggests that he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.
From the name value of the Grim Reaper, the middle-aged concierge did not think that the Grim Reaper would lose. That would have been the case, but when the middle-aged concierge looked at the figure of the two of them as they went up the staircase, he felt a sense of uneasiness that he could not describe.
It was due to the fact that the way Elven woman was acting showed that she had too much confidence in herself.
「Randomly wash that person and dress her up in some clothes. After that, throw her out along with her personal belongings at the back entrance or something」
Just like this, after a little over ten minutes, the tall beauty with brunette hair and long ears was thrown out, left beside the garbage collection point.
Of course, she has not regained her consciousness as of yet.
「My goodness, so we are back to square one huh」
The Grim Reaper, who shows signs of tiredness, sat down on the sofa, sinking back into it.
『Sin and Punishment』, which finally started to take root in this land. However, that young root got uprooted by a heartless Elf.
There is a need for the Grim Reaper to start from sow the seeds and then providing water to them once again.
「Owner, I myself will do my best so please do not worry」
The middle-aged concierge spoke with a strong tone and with eyes filled with determination.
The expression on the face of the Grim Reaper as he looks at such a middle-aged concierge was unusually gentle.
