I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like-Chapter 203 Part 1
Chapter 203 Part 1
Translator: βHakouβ Editor: βWeasalopesβ π§π―eπ²π¬β―ππ·oπ·eπΉ.πππ
Landbarn, a provincial city located in the southeast of the Empire.
A brand new headquarter for the knights was recently completed. In one of its corners, there were three men.
γThe elves are beings with high pride. Thatβs what Lord Reaper told meγ
The man who spoke was a large man in a pilotβs uniform. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair, but his body was armored with thick muscles.
γIf you donβt break that high pride of theirs first, they will only tell you lies when you interrogate themγ
While folding his arms, he looked down at the man in his pajamas lying on the floor. His arms were tied behind his back, and his mouth was gagged.
What stands out from this man are his long, pointy ears. His slender face with his well-defined nose, is sure to attract the attention of women when he walks down the street.
γAh, so thatβs why you gagged his mouth, huhγ
The man who replied with a satisfied expression was a man in his thirties, wearing the Rose Knights badge on his chest. He was slightly short and had a solid physique, with a short beard.
γThatβs right. Because you will only get mislead if you listen to his liesγ
With the tip of his boot, he lightly poked the elf in the chin. The response he received from that was an intense gaze filled with hostility.
(What a good eyes youβre making there)
The inside of his pants hardens in response. The elf, however, was oblivious to this.
The big white-haired man twisted one side of his face and let out a deep sigh, suppressing his desire.
(I canβt have him all for myself. I have come here today to give my men some experience)
It is the duty of the superiors to nurture their subordinates. To do so, I have to be patient.
Because the growth of subordinates makes the Rose Order itself stronger. And that is also the power of myself as the Knight Commander.
γNow then, youβre already qualified as one of the roses. Donβt be ashamed to show it to anyoneγ
γEverything is thanks to the guidance of Your Excellencyγ
Count Rosehip nodded and looked at the pilot in front of him.
The man used to be an escort for the kingdomβs second prince. After going through wickedness to the defeated, he became a member of the Rose Knights.
(As expected of an A-class Knight pilot, I guess)
He is a newcomer, but his abilities are far superior to others. He is the one that Count Rosehip is most looking forward to seeing grow.
γBut what about his sword? Heβs only ever wielded it against women, hasnβt he?γ
The subordinate nodded his head and shrunk down as if feeling ashamed. At that sight, the short, gray-haired man shook his head from side to side.
γThatβs no good. A sword can only be strengthened by pointing it at another brave warrior. You will never become a true pilot if you donβt have a strong will even when your sword is chippedγ
He took a step forward and put his hand on his subordinateβs pants from the front. He then ran his fingers up the trousers from below, and spoke in a softer tone.
γYou donβt have to look so down. If you donβt have the experience, you just need to build it. Iβll give you that opportunity todayγ
As he said this, he grinded his thick hand. The raised middle finger finally reached his rear.
His subordinate moaned and looked up, getting ready to go.
γAlright, sit in the chair. Iβll carry the elfγ
His subordinate loosens his belt and removes all his underwear. He sits down on a chair, shaking his own sword in anticipation.
As he likes to use two-handed swords, the size is quite large. Itβs more than two fistsβ size.
Next to him, Count Rosehip grabbed the hem of the elfβs pants and pulled it upside down.
γYou, adjust the positionγ
A cardboard box used when selling bento boxes at stations*. Count Rosehip is holding the elf from the front in such a way.
Seeing the skinny butt of the elf floating in front of him, his subordinate grabs his sides and guides him.
γItβs in position, sirγ
Having established the docking point, he reported to his superior.
γAlrightγ
Count Rosehip quietly unloads the luggage. When the resistance increases at the end, he puts more force into it, as if he were pushing a thumbnail into the wall.
γHnn~γ
The scream of the male elf leaked out from behind the gag, which made his subordinateβs heart flutter and increased the hardness of his sword. As a result, the sharpness of his sword increased, making it easier to unite.
γNow then, Iβm gonna change the angle a little bitγ
Count Rosehip forcefully tilts the body of the male elf who twists around in a struggle.
γIt should be aroundβ¦β¦ Okay, right hereγ
Count Rosehip pushes him in and out while smiling. At the end of his gaze is the elfβs crotch.
What he can see there is the nose of Pinocchio when heβs lying. The width of the body is not much, but it has a length thatβs impossible to be possessed by a human being.
γ!?γ
βHow!?β Was probably what the elf wanted to say. With a look of disbelief on his face, he moved his eyes down to his own stomach.
The reason was the subordinate behind him.
Due to his sword having gouged out a part of his body that should not have been pressed, his nose stretched out regardless of his will.
γDonβt worry, I did say we need to break you but, I wonβt do anything wasteful like thatγ
He talks to himself while giving him a passionate look.
γLately, Iβve been doing nothing but to eat one you see? Sometimes I have to use my roses to or it will get rustyγ
Laughing, Count Rosehip directed his big, muscular, dirty ass at the male elf.
γWell then, let me have a taste. Muu!γ
With high spirits, he swallowed Pinocchioβs nose. When it was about a third full, Count Rosehipβs movements came to a halt.
γNot even halfway in one breath. You should be proud of yourself, Elfγ
With sweat on his forehead, Count Rosehip breathes roughly.
Itβs as if an old man with hemorrhoids is working hard in the toilet.
γUoooo!!γ
And then the next moment, he swallowed the Pinocchioβs nose, which had been stretched to its limit by lying down to the root.
γβ¦Kuh! Now, letβs match up our rhythmγ
Count Rosehip looks back at his subordinate with beads of sweat on his forehead.
He nodded to him with ecstatic expressions on his face.
The two of them began to move up and down, back and forth, in sync with Count Rosehipβs shout.
γOne two! One two!γ
The elf in between them has already had his eyes turned white.
But the two did not stop. They continued their movements until they were completely satisfied.
γHeβs a bit slender, but as expected of the elves, theyβre quite somethingγ
Count Rosehip is in a good mood while sweating. Now heβs standing up and wiping his forehead with a towel.
He likes the heavy, muscular types. The elf lying in a crooked position on the floor was of course, not in that category.
But still, that kind of length was something new for him.
γIt was a great experience for me tooγ
It was his subordinate who offered him that towel.
Until now, he had only been a tank. But this time, he seemed to be able to take a step further as an attacker as well.
γUmu. The Rose Knights must be able to both attack and defend. I have high expectations for you. So you better polish your swordγ
The former A-class riderβs subordinate nodded with a bright smile on his face.
(His rose is already perfect. If his sword becomes better, he can be a first-class man)
He looked back at the flag of the Rose Knights on the wall. On it, a large rose and a large sword were depicted in splendid embroidery.
***
The next day, the Margrave receives a report on the results of the interrogation.
Count Rosehip, standing in front of him, looks somewhat apologetic.
γHowever, it seems that his mind is locked with some sort of magicγ
It seems that they did not get any important information.
Count Rosehip left the room with a petite subordinate. Waiting for the door to close completely, the Margrave turns his gaze to the Handlebar mustache next to him.
γWhat he said just now, I wonder if thatβs trueγ
The tone of his voice was somewhat suspicious.
Could it be that Count Rosehip had destroyed the prisonerβs mind with a rough technique? That was what he was wondering.
γThe magicians have also given me the same result. I think we can trust them this timeγ
***
The stage moves east from Landbarn to a very high-class brothel built in the red-light district of the royal capital.
The name of the brothel is Jayanne. Now, in front of its entrance, there were two men getting off a golem carriage.
γIβm not much of a fan of this kind of place, actuallyγ
A skinny, middle-aged man lets out a puzzled voice from his wide bent mouth.
The gentleman with silver-grey hair who left the carriage with him laughs and pats him lightly on the back.
γIsnβt it fine? Weβre celebrating the successful production of elixir today. We havenβt been able to do it for a long timeγ
It was the head of the Royal Magic Academy and Professor Termano.
The uproar caused by the completion of the elixir was calming down with time.
γHmm? Or would you have preferred Oyakodon instead?γ
The director of the school was strangely convinced that Termano preferred that way.
Termano saw this and exhaled heavily while shaking his head from side to side.
γDonβt look at me like that. You donβt want her consideration for you to go to waste, do you?γ
She is one of the students who study under Termano. She was also a comrade who brought Ambrosia and jointly created the elixir with them.
At the same time, she also worked at the top of Jayanne.
γThe one who stood at the top of one of the big three families is going to recommend the best one for her teacher. How often do you get such an opportunity in your life?γ
The headmasterβs voice was unusually cheerful. He must be really looking forward to it.
By the way, Explosive onee-san herself is still booked up.






