Transmigrated to a Dark Fantasy World of SSS-Rank: King of the Void-Chapter 30: In the Lioness’s Jaws

In retrospect, everything was extremely confusing. Mitsuki felt as if he had been on a roller coaster of sensations crashing into him one after another. When he drank his first glass, everything began to spin endlessly, and when he drank the second, everything simply vanished from his memory.

There were blurry memories melting together in his mind, like the moment Jeanne struck a drunk with a perfect uppercut that lifted him a few meters into the air.

There was also that instant when Ellegaard sat on the stairs leading to the second floor, preventing anyone from passing. If someone even tried to get close to her, the elf would throw wind magic at them and send them flying into the walls.

Mitsuki was no exception. Ironically, he was the most unruly of them all. He cried and laughed at the same time like a madman freshly released from an asylum. On many occasions he pointed the shotgun at everyone, threatening to fire it. This last part, however, was not without reason.

There were people who, because of his feminine appearance, mistook him for a skinny woman like a dried-up tree. The reason he pointed the shotgun at everyone was because they touched his butt.

Frightened, he couldn’t think of anything else.

After that, they were kicked out of the bar for causing chaos. Meanwhile, the people lying around inside celebrated the disaster by raising their beer mugs and even handing a few to the group.

They walked through the now empty and silent streets of Luxar.

"You see, rookie... You can’t drink," Ellegaard said, gripping her staff so she wouldn’t kiss the ground. "You’re a loser."

Jeanne laughed. She was the one carrying the dizzy and confused Mitsuki over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but just like her elf friend, she staggered, nearly tripping over her own feet.

"Aren’t you the one who can barely walk, Ellie? Looks to me like you’re the one who can’t drink."

"Don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing..."

"Where am I? Where are we going?" Mitsuki muttered. "I feel weird... Where’s my PC? I want to play a bit..."

"What’s a PC?" Jeanne asked.

Ellegaard almost stumbled as she said,

"Maybe it’s some kind of magic. The tick already knows how to use spatial magic, after all..."

Mitsuki squirmed on Jeanne’s shoulder, sliding down until he fell onto the ground.

"It’s not magic... It’s more than that..." he said while staring at the dark sky. "It’s everything that’s right in the world; my salvation. It’s my... Zzzzzz."

"He fell asleep..."

"He fell asleep..."

Jeanne sighed with a faint smile and lifted Mitsuki again.

"Damn. I think I drank too much. I was just so excited about having someone else in the group."

"You always drink a lot."

"But this time was special. We have a friend."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, kid."

Jeanne stopped, her face flushed red from the alcohol in her blood.

"You were excited too, admit it. It’s been a long time since the two of us were able to interact like this with someone else without them being afraid of us."

"Don’t say nonsense. You’re drunk."

"So are you, hehe."

They kept talking until they arrived at the Moonlight Inn. Once there, they knocked on the door beside the establishment and waited a bit. After a few seconds, Lulu came downstairs with a candle in her hand.

Seeing the three of them, Lulu sighed tiredly and let them in, saying, "Don’t make noise. There are other people sleeping."

Ellegaard went up the stairs like an old grandpa with back problems, leaning on her staff. She was already too tired to talk, so she opened the door to her room and slammed it shut after going inside.

Jeanne stared at the door in silence, and then remembered that Mitsuki also had a room.

"Wake up, man. Where did you leave your key?"

There was no response; Mitsuki’s calm, soft breathing sounded close to her ear, sending a light shiver through her entire body with a touch that felt somewhat... strange.

"If you don’t give me your key, I’ll have to take you to my room. I’m not leaving you here."

Once again, there was no response.

Jeanne smiled, a dangerous gleam shining in her eyes. "Well, I tried. You won’t be able to complain later."

She opened the door to her room a few meters away from Mitsuki’s and walked in with him. She made sure to close the door with her heel and tossed the boy onto the bed.

"Honestly... Ever since I met you, I thought you were the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life..."

Certainly, the world was full of men who wanted to look tough and masculine; the kind of men who slay dragons, beat the strongest opponents, drink beer, and then kick the Demon Generals’ asses. That sort of thing made many women around the world feel attracted to them.

Mitsuki, however, completely broke that mold. He was very shy, thin, and had an androgynous face and body, which in turn made him look more feminine than he would have liked.

His pale skin, the shape of his eyelashes...

"Like a cute little doll."

Without thinking twice, Jeanne removed the plates of her armor, revealing the black mesh covering her body. Her breasts, tightly pressed inside her armor, seemed to breathe on their own when the chestplate fell to the floor. Then she slid across the bed and lay down beside him.

This wasn’t something sexual—she herself had said that the night she undressed in front of him. Besides, she had never been with a man like this before. Mitsuki was the first precisely because he wasn’t like the others, who would have thrown themselves on top of her without a second thought.

She ran her delicate princess fingers across Mitsuki’s chest. He squirmed as if he disliked the soft touch over his clothes, which lit a burning flame inside Jeanne, who smiled in satisfaction.

"Do you hate other people’s company that much? You’re so obvious..."

Mitsuki was like an open book, after all.

"So cute..."

There was something many people already knew about this princess. She was a lioness who, when she saw something she liked, clamped down with her teeth with all her strength and never let it escape. Since she was young, she had been the pampered daughter of the Kingdom of Sardonyx—someone who had never been denied anything and who therefore believed she had the right to have everything she wanted.

That was why her father, the king, allowed her to travel as an adventurer with Master Ellegaard, so that she could learn that life would not simply give her whatever she wanted. But since she was so powerful, that never happened.

Jeanne always got what she wanted so easily...

That was why she sat on top of Mitsuki, waiting to wake him up... which ended up happening.

Mitsuki opened his eyes, confused and still drunk.

’Huh? What is this soft thing on top of me?’

He met the dangerous eyes of that girl who was breathing like a perverse lady of the night... He tilted his head; everything around him spun. In fact, he was still somewhat stupefied by the alcohol in his blood, so his usual hikikomori nervousness didn’t explode the way it normally would.

"Jeanne? What are you doing? Get off, you’re really heavy..."

"I don’t want to... I feel really good up here," she said like a child. She rubbed herself against Mitsuki a couple of times, causing the inevitable. "Huh? What’s this hard thing?"

She moved her hand toward Mitsuki’s crotch, which made him let out a muffled groan.

"Don’t do that..."

Mitsuki’s voice, his breathing, the embarrassment on his cute face sent an electric current through Jeanne’s body, making her grip the sheets tightly.

"Forgive me, Mitsuki. I think I can’t hold back anymore..."

"Jeanne..."

She brought her face close to Mitsuki’s, breathing with difficulty. Her mouth, the mouth of a lioness, opened with desire.