It’s okay because it’s not human

Chapter 9: The Knight Says Female Knights Are the Best (01)

Magic Knight Training Ground

Our training ground is referred to as Training Ground No. 1. It's an old facility, with crumbling buildings located in the center of the capital, and it's a mysterious place where bugs keep popping out.

The temple supposedly blessed the capital to keep the bugs away, so why are they overflowing in the training ground?

"Ugh, spider webs…"

I was clearing away the spider webs piled up in the storage room while retrieving training supplies: straw for making scarecrows and dry rations for outdoor mobility training.

"Can we even eat this?"

We unearthed dried meat the size of a person's torso. It looked like something no human should eat.

It was moldy, rock-hard, and had likely been sealed for countless years.

"Oh, you can just scrape off the outer layer and eat it."

The senior knight reassured us, claiming it wouldn't kill us. He ordered us to cut the meat into jerky. What choice did we have? Orders were orders.

Clang!

"Wow, damn… Look at this. The knife won't even go through."

"Careful with your hands."

After prying apart the tough meat with knives that bent under the strain, we finally managed to uncover slightly less hard jerky inside, which was barely edible.

"Keep the core inside. For now, wash off the outer layer and eat it."

"If we do, we'll die."

"You won't die. I ate it too."

Despite the senior knight's assurance, Dane and I reluctantly held the jerky's outer layer. It was so tough it could've been tanned and worn as leather armor.

"How many years old is this meat?"

"Probably from when the knights' order was first founded."

And yet, we were told to eat it instead of discarding it.

"Who cares? We'll sneak off to the capital during mobility training and grab something to eat."

"Right."

As first-years, we initially worked hard, sincerely aiming to become knights. But after a year of grueling hardship, we learned to cut corners where we could.

"Cut it into 150 pieces, distribute them, and patch up the hole in the fence this time."

"Understood."

Training knights are basically slaves, aren't they?

"Aren't we just supposed to train?"

"Exactly. That's what makes us knights."

Grumbling, Dane and I loaded buckets with sand and lime, filled a canteen with water, and headed to the damaged fence.

Boing, boing.

"You're still keeping that monster as a pet?"

"Why? It's cute."

For the past four months, I'd been raising this slime, and she felt like a part of me now. She even helped me in emergencies, absorbing nutrients by feeding on my… semen. she was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

"Right, Mollang?"

The slime formed a face on my finger and playfully licked it, showing her affectionate, albeit lewd, nature. I gently pushed my finger into her mouth.

Smooch… smooch…

she kept licking my finger suggestively. she didn't seem aroused but rather nutrient-deprived.

'I guess I'll need to sneak out tonight.'

"You're so gross, messing with that thing. By now, its entire body must be made of your semen."

Given that the slime had survived solely on my semen for four months, Dane's observation wasn't far off, and I couldn't deny it.

I'd tried feeding the slime other foods and substances, but she only absorbed and expelled them. The only thing she could consume was my semen.

"Alright, let's go."

Since the fence served as a barrier against outsiders, it was crucial to hide Mollang from the knights, or they'd take issue with me raising a slime. I put her back into a canteen and got to work.

"Is this a fortress wall or what?"

The damaged fence was a towering stone wall, far taller than a person.

Clang, clang.

I tapped it with tools, but it didn't budge. The wall was built incredibly thick.

"Is it for siege training?"

"No, I heard they practice that in an empty castle."

"Then what's this? Where does it lead?"

The training ground was at the center of the Magic Knights' building, so this wall likely led somewhere important, but I didn't know where.

"Let's finish up and take a break."

The hole was just big enough for a small person to crawl through. It wasn't intentionally dug but likely caused by soil erosion loosening a stone. Since the damaged stone was beyond repair, we were told to patch it up with lime.

While mixing lime and sand into mortar, Dane and I chatted.

"Did you see that Holy Knight during Sacred Week?"

"The one escorting the young saint? That was one of our seniors, right?"

"Yeah, but…"

From beyond the wall, we suddenly heard a faint voice.

"A woman!"

"Shh!"

It was a woman's voice. After only hearing gruff male voices for so long, the soft, feminine tone drew our attention. We pressed ourselves against the wall, but it was too thick to hear clearly.

The only sound that leaked through came from the hole we were repairing.

"How are they going to deal with this hole?"

"They said they'll call in some workers to handle it, so we shouldn't go near it."

"Couldn't we secretly dump trash in it or something?"

With those words, a few bits of junk and trash were tossed into the hole.

"Wait a second, I dropped my coin!"

A pale hand reached through the hole, feeling around for the coin. But the coin, having rolled in along with the trash, was now out of reach.

"Where did it go? Did it roll even deeper...?"

"Here."

"I found it! Thank you... Aaaah!"

As I picked up the coin and placed it in her hand, her voice, initially full of gratitude, suddenly turned into a piercing scream.

"Who are you? Why are you there?"

"Is it some pervert? There have been rumors about perverts targeting our trainee knights. Could it be them?"

"A pervert? How dare you insult a noble trainee knight!"

Dane shouted angrily, but I couldn't quite refute the word "pervert."

After all, we were just talking about "slime ejaculate" earlier. From a normal perspective, that would probably seem perverted.

"Trainee knight?"

"Wait, could this be the men's knight training grounds?"

Hearing that, the girls leaned closer to the hole to get a look at us, and we, curious about them, flattened ourselves on the ground to look back at them through the hole.

"Women knights!"

"Men knights!"

Yes, that's right.

This wall was the one dividing the training grounds for the male and female knights of the Mage Knight Corps!

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"All patched up."

"Alright, good work. I don't need to go check it myself, do I?"

"No, sir."

"Go clean up and take the rest of the day off."

The senior knight who had ordered us to repair the hole responded absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving the novel in his hands.

Honestly, even if he had gone to inspect it, there wouldn't have been much to worry about. The surface of the repair was carefully coated with a thin layer of lime and sand, so it looked perfectly solid at a glance.

Of course, it was weak enough that a good kick would reopen the hole.

"So the women knights' training grounds were right next door!"

"Shh! Don't talk about that here. We can't let anyone else find out."

Not even Levin or Jake, who shared the same quarters as us.

Jake, for one, had no filter and might blurt something out, while Levin was the type to mess around and risk exposing the secret to the senior knight.

If I'd learned about this alone, I wouldn't even have told Dane. But the problem was that we both worked on the repair, so we found out at the same time.

"Tsk. If only I'd learned about it alone, I'd have kept it a secret from you too."

Damn it. He was thinking the same thing as me.

Anyway, we'd exchanged brief greetings with the women knights and learned that they were two trainee knights from the women's training grounds.

Among the knights-in-training, women knights were a rarity—a small handful at most. After their training, they were typically assigned to the Mage Knight Corps, the Holy Knight Corps, or the Royal Guard depending on their abilities and choices.

But the demand for women knights was largely limited to specific roles, such as protecting high-ranking women in the temple (like saints or high priestesses) or royal figures (like queens or princesses). Most of them ended up in the Royal Guard or Holy Knight Corps.

The most famous woman knight in the Mage Knight Corps would probably be the legendary Dame Angelina.

In any case, women knights were incredibly rare in this kingdom.

"Could we sneak through the hole to get over there?"

"No way."

Honestly, for a person to pass through a hole that small, it would have to be a child or a very slim woman.

For those of us bulking up in the training camp, even trying to stick our heads in would get us stuck at the neck, effectively burying ourselves alive.

The female knights might be able to make it through, but...

'They seemed pretty wary of us.'

Although they seemed curious about us, thanks to the almost brainwashing-like education from their knightly order (which doubles as a holy knight class), they were suspicious that we were just perverts who drooled at the sight of women.

The fact that it was somewhat true made it all the more unpleasant.

"We're supposed to meet tomorrow at lunch, right?"

"Yeah. Something about exchanging letters, wasn't it?"

"This is only the second time I've received a letter from a woman!"

"Second time? When was the first?"

"You know, during the adaptation period at the training camp, the ladies wrote us letters and sent them."

"Ah..."

'That... was me, though.'

Honestly, a few of us recruits were selected and taken to a secret room.

The senior knights bribed us with cold drinks and cookies from the start. Then they handed us a list of sponsoring ladies' names and gave us some sample letters to copy.

They told us to write those letters to our peers, pretending they were from the ladies.

'What absolute scumbags.'

The trainees, of course, were delighted, thinking those letters were from adoring sponsors. But those of us who knew the truth could only smile bitterly.

Even though I knew the ugly truth, I didn't want to hurt Dane, so I stayed silent.

"Are you going to write a letter?"

"Not really..."

I'd already written enough fake letters pretending to be ladies, so just thinking about letters made me grind my teeth. Writing so many back then made my hands ache like I was grinding metal.

Four of us were dragged into that room, and we each had to write 40 letters.

'Besides, if you want to get close to a woman, there are better ways than writing outdated letters.'

Women, fundamentally, like cute things.

Especially knights, who are always exposed to rigid and intimidating stuff in their line of work. The presence of a small, adorable pet would be loved by both male and female knights alike.

After lights-out, listening to Jake and Levin snore, I grabbed my canteen and stood up.

"That guy's off to pour his stuff on that slime again."

"Shut up."

Originally, I was planning to use Mollang after Dane fell asleep writing his letter. But after seeing those female knights earlier, I couldn't hold out and had to visit the bathroom earlier than usual.

The night watch seemed to catch on and averted their gaze, silently telling me to handle it myself. I went into the bathroom, opened the canteen, and took Mollang out.

Poing...!

Before I could even pull down my pants, Mollang clung to my groin, attaching herself. I held her in my hand, trying to calm her down, and pulled down my pants to expose myself.

"Ohhh!"

Unable to hold back, Mollang opened her mouth and took me in.

It felt like dipping only the tip into cold water—a refreshing sensation. As it worked, Mollang began to take on a humanoid form, transforming into a tiny girl about a handspan tall, holding my thing in her small mouth.

Seeing my reflection in Mollang's translucent body made the sight even more erotic. It was as if Mollang instinctively knew how to extract quality material, sticking tightly and rubbing against me.

"Ah...!"

It felt textured, so I examined Mollang more closely. From her earlier crude, celestial doll-like shape, she had now developed into a fairly realistic small figure.

Resembling a little fairy, Mollang now used what looked like hands to grasp me, rubbing my thing with her entire body.

'Is this masturbation or intercourse...?'

Technically, Mollang wasn't human and only had the intelligence of seeking food instinctively. So I could barely count this as masturbation.

"Ohhh!"

I noticed something else. Mollang had started to develop little buds on her previously flat chest—nipples, to be precise.

'You little rascal!'