Lonely Attack on the Different World (WN)

Chapter 356

Day 83 – Nighttime, White Weirdo Inn

In today’s combat, I could notice a slight bent when they turned and twisted their bodies. That means the armor interfered with the body’s natural movement. Even a small amount of wasted motion results in energy loss, and it also affects the armor’s durability and strength. Incorporating the cause of that distortion into a redesign, I reevaluate the moving parts from the fundamental structure and identify the problem areas.

「Ah, here it is. The overlapping sections with transformable magic-formed components can’t keep up with the body’s motion speed, so if I reduce the magic-based components and increase mechanical gimmick-style moving parts, would that fix it? It’ll make it a bit heavier, but that means more armor strength, right? Actually, the bigger problem is the thin armor when the body’s fully extended… but if I add extra layers, it’ll just get heavier again? Still, ease of movement and magic consumption matter more than weight, right?」

(Jiggle-Jiggle)

For some reason, Slime-san has slipped into the armor and started exploring. Well, it’s cute, so I guess it’s fine?

Combining nested and bellows-like structures eliminates friction and resistance, while also preventing the armor from thinning out. Relying too much on magical materials makes the design sloppy. Seeing how it actually moves in real combat reveals all kinds of overlooked issues. But then again, there’s no such thing as perfection or completion. One improvement leads to another, and with each new material or technique, the design gets revised again and again. There’s no end to it, so there’s no such thing as complete.

「Slashing seems fine, and the current structure is good for absorbing impacts, but with such complicated design, if it gets damaged, that’s a huge problem? Maybe going with a simple, scaled design is safer and more reliable?」

(Bounce-Bounce)

I see, scale structures create directional strength imbalances… It’d be better to add catches to limit movement directionally.

Every time I build and test something, it adds to the knowledge pool, and when knowledge combines, new ideas are born, then it’s back to designing and testing again. I’m still a long way from reaching the level of Armored Pres-san or Dancing Girl-san’s magic protection techniques, so structural strength through design is absolutely essential.

「Man~, if you’re gonna teleport someone to another world, at least pick a technical high schooler. Regular prep school students are useless! A technical college kid could go full isekai OP!? Magic-powered Robot Championship! Even an agricultural school student would be more useful, why a normal school?」

(Bounce-Bounce)

Knowledge gained from books alone doesn’t mean true understanding. Even if you re

A leather suit that even a magical hand can’t penetrate? Then what is a magical hand? It’s the materialization of magical power, nothing more than a form given to pure mana. No set shape, no form, just a mana-conductive extension.

Then it shouldn’t be impossible. The only question is how far my 『Wisdom』 can perceive and control it. But that alone isn’t enough. Scattered power is weak. Even if a solid iron rod is strong, a thin iron wire snaps easily. But the solution was right there. It was mushrooms!

The clothes had already been stripped away, leaving the Highschool Boy overwhelmed by sweet, intoxicating stimulation, and now, even more stimulation threatened to push him past his limit. A normal 『Before』is quickly expanding into gigantic 『After』as leather-clad fingers tease and torment him through this whirlwind of sensation. He is barely holding on through this shocking era, but is about to give in at any moment! Focus. Breathe.

A mushroom is formed by countless invisible threads of mycelium intertwining. Yes, even something so delicate can become a mushroom, if enough strands come together!

I scatter and manipulate superfine threads of mana, finer than hair, fragile, powerless, so weak they’d snap at a touch. But threads this thin, almost non-existent, can easily invade even into the leather suit’s tightest seams!

The Highschool Boy is already pushed to the dangerous Highschool Boy limits, throwing my thoughts into disarray and disturbing my concentration. But this overly confident assault comes with its openings.

Twenty fingers toy with the Highschool Boy from both sides, but all it takes for my threads is an instant.

Two beautiful faces close in on Highschool Boy from both sides, but their hands pause. Now’s my chance. With 『Wisdom』-fueled focus, I pour every nerve into controlling a single thread, sliding a thin, nearly non-existent thread through a gap just as slim.

And once defences are breached, I can keep using that to slide more and more threads one after another, twisting, braiding, weaving them thicker and stronger, coiling like Kevlar, squirming inside the leather suit. The mycelium-network locks onto its target. Lock-on! FIIIIIIIIIRE!

「「Aaaah, Mmmmmm!」」

Gracefully arching, trembling in elegant ruin, peerless beauties collapse in a breathtaking display, their shameless body lines tightly encased in leather suits, voluptuous figures writhing obscenely with repeated spasms. The leather suits twist and slither in sync with the tentacles crawling over them, distorting ominously from within.

Matching the undulating movements slithering over their skin and tormenting their flesh, the black leather suits warp to the shape of the bodies being kneaded within, quivering lasciviously, and squirming lewdly. I won.

「Hyaaahh.」「Aaughaanmmm.」

That’s not quite it? But the moment I broke through, the match was already decided, the key was the focus it took to spin tentacles finer than a thread. Yes, it was that lapse in vigilance that made them halt their assault for a moment giving me just enough time to focus for a counterattack. And in that instant, the tables turned. Yeah, if they started licking I wouldn’t have been able to focus, like, ever.

Two bodies wrapped in leather suits offered no resistance as the thickening tentacles pushed further and further in, curving, twisting, coiling, and squeezing them as they were invaded one after another, with no reprieve. Lost in delirium, their spasming bodies trembled ceaselessly, jerking in small, frantic shudders.

Surrendering themselves to the tentacles they were swallowed whole. The tentacles writhed from within, warping the surface of the leather suits, convulsing their bodies in serpentine curves, reshaping them into sensual arcs before snapping back again, twitching, turning, seizing up, only to collapse once more, into a glossy and powerless mess.

Limbs hanging limp, bodies wrapped in black leather still twitch and squirm with lingering spasms, their forms steeped in sensual exhaustion after being thoroughly ravished. Slick with a seductive sheen, breath ragged, every muscle slack, they have no strength left to move at all.

After enduring long, grueling days, two whole days of hardship and restraint, the moment has finally come, I can at last lower this zipper. I’ve finally made it here!

Starting from the slender, graceful necks, I slowly, reverently lower the zippers, pouring every emotion into the motion. The black leather that had clung so tightly, wrapping every inch, now gradually parts to the sides, revealing beneath it sensuous white skin and warm amber tones, exposed to the open air. Bit by bit, the zipper descends, gently, steadily, as the beautiful form beneath spills out, revealed in soft unraveling. Slipping down through the deep, supple valley of cleavage, a glimpse of a delicate collarbone flashes into view, and then full, generous curves surge out as if pushing the leather wide open. With tenderness, the zipper continues down across the lovely stomachs, past the cute belly buttons, until finally opened all the way at the softly rising curve of the lower belly.

A breathtaking view, white and amber skin peeking through the vertical slits in the black leather that once enveloped the elegant bodies. Bit by bit, little by little, I peel away the black, carefully stripping it back. Gradually, slowly, the alluring figures begin to reveal themselves, inch by inch, steadily baring more of that seductive form, in a sensual and deliberate unfolding. Yes, life was worth living after all!

A faint touch, so light it barely grazes the skin, just that slight stroke upward with a finger draws out a moan and a soft, sweet breath. An endless, exquisite shiver etches itself deep into that body.

Again and again, fingers caress the two trembling patches of soft skin, following their reactions, slowly tracing downward in a motion that’s tender, affectionate, almost doting. With each pass, the fingers press lower and lower, until finally slipping beneath, where an anxious honey-colored paradise awaits. Reveling in the way their bodies jolt and tremble, twitching with each touch, I slowly apply to the skin a lubricant-mixed oil. Then, as if savoring the sensation of flesh beneath the fingertips, the oil I gently spread it, stroking, smoothing, peeling back the black leather veil that clung so tightly. Bit by bit, the soft, oil-slick skin is revealed.

Little by little, slowly, two lustrous, translucent bodies are exposed, their graceful, radiant, and bewitchingly beautiful forms laid bare.

Illuminated by the soft glow of the room’s lamp, their lovely figures emerge in a faint, flickering light. In time with the swaying flame, their oil-slick skin gleams and shimmers, glowing as they move.

The black leather is finally peeled away from those bodies, and at last, their naked forms are fully revealed, two elegant figures, once hidden, now lying on their backs in divine display. Yeah… you know what comes next… right?

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(Chirp-Chirp?)