“What kind of person is your dad?”

“Papa’s strong… and strict.”

From what Reina told me, it was Zeke Silfield who’d taught her KOG.

She’d studied academics and martial arts from a young age, and the moment she turned fifteen, he’d introduced her to KOG.

Thanks to that rigorous training, she was at the peak of strength for her age group.

So even on the front lines, I hadn’t expected anyone on this island nation to be stronger than Reina.

“And that’s why they noticed me, huh? Talk about sharp eyes.”

As Reina and I walked together, we were drawing intense stares from 1st Class Earthguard Citizens.

They leered at us, grinning lewdly, eyes flicking back and forth between Reina and me.

“Indeed. They might think you’re a servant for… sexual relief.”

“Huh… Wait, what? What did you just say?”

“A servant for sexual relief.”

“S-sexual relief!?”

It was the kind of phrase that didn’t suit Reina at all—one that’d easily crack the top three on any “least likely words from her” list.

Her blunt statement caught me so off guard that my voice came out in a ridiculous squeak.

“Even I am a noble from a baron’s house. When I walk with a male 2nd Class citizen, people sometimes assume that.”

“Oh… I see.”

Legally speaking, even 2nd and 3rd Class citizens had some human rights—not none at all.

Killing one would get you in trouble, but it wasn’t a capital crime or anything severe.

At worst, it’d be like petty theft in modern Japan. But money talked, and you could do pretty much whatever you wanted.

After all, they could barely even afford food.

“Does Reina feel sexual desire too, by any chance?”

That question made her pause, a memory surfacing.

“Reina, you must learn to control the three great human desires.”

“The three great desires?”

Reina was in the middle of training with her father.

“Yes. Sleep, appetite, and sexual desire.”

“Sleep is when you’re tired. Appetite is when you’re hungry, right? But I’m not sure about sexual desire.”

“It’s interest in the opposite sex. But you won’t feel it for weak men. It’s a pull toward someone stronger than you. That’s sexual desire.”

“So… toward you, Papa?”

“Excluding blood relatives, of course. I hope you find someone who makes you feel that way someday.”

“Yes. Lately, I’ve been feeling it more as I’ve grown stronger.”

“Wha!? R-really…?”

(That’s unexpected… So Reina does have sexual desires.)

I was floored by the barrage of bombshell statements.

It was embarrassing just to hear, but Reina didn’t bat an eye.

“Yes. I feel sexual desire toward you, Kenya.”

“Fwah!?”

“Ah, we’re here. This is the house.”

“Huh? Wait, what? And that’s it?”

“…? Yes. Let’s go in for now. I’ll fetch Father.”

“O-okay.”

She brushed past the moment like nothing had happened, while I was left throbbing with arousal—er, tension—as I stepped into Reina’s home.

It was a mansion.

The kind that’d cost billions in the real world. A pristine garden sprawled before a massive, palace-like estate.

But I was too worked up to care about that, and since Reina dropped the topic, the sex talk ended there.

She led me to a room with an absurdly long table—the kind I’d only seen on TV—and had me sit.

“Please wait here.”

Reina went to call her father.

No maids or servants in sight, despite the grandeur. She’d said baron, right? Weren’t barons the lowest nobility? Made sense, I guess.

I fidgeted anxiously for a bit until the door opened.

“Good work out there, Mikazuki.”

The man who entered was the military officer I’d seen at the entrance ceremony.

But I’d seen him countless times before—heck, I’d even controlled him as a player character.

He was that famous and popular.

“N-nice to meet you! I’m Kenya Mikazuki!”

“Yeah. Zeke Silfield. Good to meet you.”

He extended his right hand.

Handshakes were the norm for me, but I knew they were unusual in this world.

(So tough…)

His grip was hard, callused like a true warrior’s.

“Heh, I see.”

Zeke chuckled as he shook my hand.

(These calluses… They’re exactly like someone who’s only ever played KOG.)

“Mikazuki, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Join me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Reina. Prep some food.”

“Yes, sir.”

Reina left the room.

Zeke watched her go, then slammed the door shut with gusto.

“Now the nuisance is gone…”

He spun back toward me with a predatory grin.

His gaze burned hot as he purred in a sultry voice.

“Come here.”

“Heh!?”

“Come on over. Heh heh. I’m gonna enjoy this. My blood’s pumping already.”

Drool trickling from his lips, Zeke clamped down on my arm and started dragging me to another room.

His eyes gleamed like a tiger spotting prey.

Powerless against the sadistic general’s iron grip, I was hauled away.

(Is this how nobles do it!? He was after me!? Gonna make me his plaything!?)

“Now, hop on.”

(Damn it! Kill me now!)

“What’s wrong? Don’t you have confidence in your skills?”

“I-I understand.”

And so, I straddled it.

The hard… and utterly mechanical simulator.

Yup, business as usual. Not some gay twist after all.

“Didn’t expect one at home. Must cost a fortune.”

“Yeah, I keep my edge sharp. And as the top brass in this nation’s military, it’s no issue.”

That was why Zeke had summoned me—to test my skills against his own.

His eyes burned with excitement, like a kid with a new toy.

“Like father, like daughter, huh…”

I recalled the day Reina had challenged me.

But today, I was up against one of this world’s true powerhouses.

How far would my strength hold up?

“Ready, Mikazuki?”

“Don’t get mad if I wipe the floor with you.”

“Hah! Haha! No one’s talked to me like that back home! You’re a riot!”

We climbed in, and it began.

3, 2, 1… Fight!