Every man wields a sword. It is the physical representation of his soul—a lethal, primal weapon that glimmers as it hunts for prey. A solid rod of copper, swollen with pride.

With blade in hand, a man will always be able to rise to the occasion, no matter the scenario.

“Just to be clear, we’re talking about cocks.”

“Can you please lower your voices? The deepest circle of Hell should be just low enough.”

The waitress’s harsh admonishment came like the glacial breath of an ice dragon. She had wings on her back and sharp talons on her feet. She was a winged woman. As she passed by, her wings blew a frigid wind toward the chatting men.

This was the ice-cold treatment Stunk had grown used to. He drained the contents of his wooden mug without missing a beat, soaking his scraggly beard in the process. He was completely unbothered. Men existed in every corner of the world, and all he had done was state an obvious fact of life.

“C’mon now, Meidri. Men have swords, but women have tiny knives, right?”

“Yes, and I would really like to stab you with one right now.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean a literal knife. I was actually talking about the cli—”

“I will send you to Hell myself.”

The winged waitress, Meidri, whipped her tray at Stunk’s head, leaving a huge lump. The surrounding customers looked on with pity. Some of them had two eyes, while others had a single cyclopic eye in the middle of their face. Others had pointed ears, or rounded ears, and some of them were completely covered in fur.

This was Ye Pubbe—a gathering place for the many people who inhabited Interspecies Town.

“It’s about time you learned your lesson, Stunk…”

The chiding voice came from a blond, blue-eyed, beautiful young waitress—um, waiter? Y’know what? It was the server, Crimvael, the angel—a youthful, attractive, androgynous person whom any artist would kill to have as a model.

Crimvael was floating on golden wings as they went about their duties. This position allowed many of the male patrons to ogle them from opportune angles. Their popularity at Ye Pubbe was off the charts.

“If you’re in public, you shouldn’t talk about…about that sword you have, or at the very least, you should try to keep your voices down, please.”

“That’s pretty rich coming from the owner of the biggest goddamn great sword in town…”

“That has nothing to do with it!”

“Seriously, I am beyond impressed. Like, just how many succu-girls have you taken to O-town with that behemoth blade of yours? It’s so big, it’s gotta hurt, right? I wonder how many girls needed medical attention after a night with that thing…”

“None! Girls who can’t take it all say so right away, and the girls who can take it love it. They also say our time together doesn’t even feel like work—”

Crim quickly cut themself off partway through their flustered rant. Their face was bright red after noticing how deeply invested everyone had become in what they were saying. Seeing Meidri’s face, which screamed, Great, another piece of trash, caused them to shudder.

“Stunk, please give it a rest…”

The impossibly innocent angel (who was no longer a virgin) flew off in a huff.

“If you have a huge cock, be proud of it! And bring me another cold one!”

“Okaaay…,” said Crim.

“Don’t be such a dick to Crim. You’re making it hard for him to do his job.”

Meidri bored her half-lidded eyes into Stunk. Then she pushed a leather canteen full of water toward a skinny man sitting at Stunk’s table.

“Zel, I need ice. I’ll give you extra roasted nuts later, okay?”

“Sure thing. One ice spell, coming right up.”

Zel was an elf, his trademark pointed ears being a dead giveaway. He had a particular affinity for magic. The moment he recited an incantation, the water in the leather canteen had frozen solid. Meidri stomped on it to break up the ice and pressed it against the bump rising from Stunk’s head. The makeshift ice pack helped to reduce the swelling.

“Maybe this’ll teach you to cut down on the sexual harassment.”

“But I’m always considerate of others.”

“Your baseline behavior is inherently flawed! Seriously, what’s wrong with your head…?”

Meidri flicked Stunk’s forehead before returning to work. The ice pack she made was incredibly soothing. She may have been a hyper-aggressive waitress who responded to sexual harassment with violence, but she still took the time to tend to Stunk’s wounds—annoying as he was. She was a great person, and this fact was what left Stunk feeling like he could bug her with his lewd talk day in, day out.

Of course, Meidri wasn’t in a bad mood all the time. If anything, she was quite charming while she worked, and she was well loved by the regulars. Her golden locks and bountiful bust always turned at least a few heads, but any mention of the latter never failed to earn the observer a venomous glare. Stunk was a big fan of this easy-to-understand disposition.

Ye Pubbe’s waitstaff did well to maintain a jovial atmosphere and serve decent food, and many fun-loving good-for-nothings had made it their go-to spot for rest and relaxation.

“So, getting back on topic—about the sword between men’s legs.”

“You never learn, do you, Stunk?”

“Yeah, let’s at least whisper so Meidri won’t hear us.”

Two men at Stunk’s table chortled as they chided him. One was Zel, and the other patron, with fuzzy ears and the body of a child, was the adult halfling, Kanchal.

As like-minded swordsmen, both had similar tastes and predilections to Stunk. It went without saying that swordsmen in this context only referred to men who brandished blades between their thighs.

“Okay, but seriously, when you get hard, doesn’t the rush just make you wanna cry out? Isn’t that what they call ‘sexual frustration’ or something? It’s such a savage feeling, like your cock is yelling, Come on, man! We gotta do it now! Right now!”

“That savage instinct stems from the sword, huh? I don’t really get the savage part, but when I’m itching to get my dick wet, I do start to see red if I go too long without a good lay.”

“I think I get it. It’s kind of like the feeling that makes you want to have a bunch of ladies lined up at your door, right?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just your sadistic side talking.”

The group was getting very animated while discussing their most beloved subject. Each time Meidri passed by, they could feel the air growing cold, but they decided to ignore her.

If they couldn’t have a raunchy, no-filter chat at the bar, then where the hell could they?

“The problem is this—manhood is defined by the sword swinging between our legs, but what sort of expression can be used to define womanhood?”

Zel and Kanchal fell into deep thought in response to the question that Stunk raised.

“Hmm… Since we put our swords inside them, could we maybe consider them scabbards?”

“Maybe. But returning a sword to a pretty boring mental image. It doesn’t feel like a premium experience, y’know? It doesn’t get me going.”

“I’d also prefer an expression that suits the person we’re aiming our aggressive natures toward.”

The three men were silent for a while, clearly lost in thought. The hustle and bustle of Ye Pubbe went into one ear and cleanly out the other—they were taking this seriously.

Getting fired up about something that normally seemed mundane and enjoying it thoroughly—Zel, as a two-hundred-year-old elf, saw this as the best way to enjoy life. This was young by human standards, and Zel was the one to break the silence.

“—Monster.”

The human—short-lived by nature—and the halfling both widened their eyes as the elf, blessed with longevity, spoke a single word.

“That’s it, Zel! An aberration! A monster!”

“All women have monsters living inside them…! You’re totally right! Women can definitely be monstrous!”

“It wasn’t easy to say, but once I took another look at Meidri, something just clicked.”

He had a point. Women certainly did have a monster named violence slumbering deep within their souls.

“Yeah—her attacks are definitely meant to be killing blows. This bump on my head hurts like hell.”

“But you know what they say. The hyper-emotional ones are the craziest in bed.”

“Her eyes are ice-cold, but between the sheets…she’s probably as hot as the sun. Or maybe wet as the ocean?”

“Heh-heh, if Meidri’s a monster, then she’s definitely the cutest monster I’ve ever seen.”

“Personally, I’d rather fall prey to her monster in the back than the one in the front.”

“Winged women are always laying unfertilized eggs, so I heard their maternal instincts are off the charts.”

“Does that mean that even monsters have compassion?”

“Hmm? Who is this ‘monster’ you’re talking about?”

“Catch up, man. I’m talking about the idol of Ye Pubbe, who loves to cum her brains out, Mei—”

Stunk gulped audibly. He could feel an aura of repulsion threatening to end his life looming just behind him.

The men all exchanged desperate, silent pleas with their eyes. You make an excuse— No, you do it!

In the next moment, Stunk was the first to make up his mind. He turned to face Meidri with a smile.

“Oh, hi, Meidri. We were just talking about how cute the monster between your legs probably is.”

And so the monster went berserk.

When Stunk exposed his skin, his perfectly toned body was etched with a number of scars. Most of them were souvenirs from his adventuring exploits, but the rest were trophies from battles with another kind of “monster.” Specifically, they were from Meidri.

“Did this one hurt?”

The question came from a voice that was sweet as honey. The woman was lithely pressed up against Stunk as he lay faceup in bed, her gentle touch tracing a scar on his cheek.

“Ow… Yes, it did. It still does.”

“I’m sorry… I’m so cruel.”

As she moved her fingers, the wings on her back fluttered. Yet she was smiling with her eyes. Rather than showing genuine concern, her expression revealed that she enjoyed watching a man writhe in pain.

Rubbing her bountiful bosom against Stunk’s broad chest was a cunning ploy to stop any man from getting angry.

“This part is all red, too. Doesn’t it hurt?”

Next, she made use of her fingers and pressed a nail into his nipple.

“Ngh…!”

“Does that hurt? Should I stop? Tell me how you really feel, Stunk.”

“N-no…keep going.”

“Okay, I’ll give your little nips plenty of attention, too.”

She narrowed her mischievous eyes, and Stunk’s flesh instantly became riddled with goose bumps.

She sure knows how to work a guy over…

After clawing at Stunk’s nipple, the girl lightly rubbed it with her fingertip. A sweet heat rose in Stunk’s chest, and his body shuddered. Even for men, the nipples were an especially sensitive area.

“Tee-hee… Men look so cute when they get aroused. They’re absolute slaves to pleasure. I love it. No need to hold back, okay? Get as hot and bothered as you want… Nom—”

Her lips closed around Stunk’s nipple. A wave of ecstasy ran down his spine, and his back arched.

It was just a pleasant sensation. She was sucking on it and teasing the tip with her tongue, adding in the occasional nibble. Of course, she didn’t forget to attack his other nipple with her fingers at the same time.

“Unf…that’s so good! I wish you could serve me like this all the time!”

After all, acts of service best complemented the maid outfit she was wearing. Stunk stroked her cheek and pushed back her bright-blond hair. There was no sight of her normal lively cheer, her cold disdain, or her explosive rage. All Stunk could see was the flushed face of a woman in love.

“I always knew you were a freak deep down… Isn’t that right, Meidri?”

“Mmm…mmph…mmmphwa— Y-you knew?”

The winged waitress stuck out her tongue to show off a thread of saliva connecting her mouth to Stunk’s nipple, then sucked it back up. She giggled with a salacity that she would never show anyone at the bar.

“That’s right! It turns out the poster girl for Ye Pubbe, Meidri, is one hell of a nympho, heh-heh… But you’re looking pretty thirsty yourself right now …”

As her eyes traveled down to his crotch, she noticed he was pitching quite the impressive tent.

“Yes, this is the sword that I’m so proud of.”

“It’s practically bending backward… And that rock-hard shaft… Gulp.”

“If you’re that interested, touch it already.”

Stunk grabbed her wrist and led her hand to his crotch. The hand that had delivered so many vicious blows to his face was now gently moving along the length of his member.

Stunk’s blade twitched and convulsed.

“Oh my, you look ready to burst… So this is your demon blade? The legendary lady-killer?”

Meidri cracked a joke that would never leave her lips at Ye Pubbe and grabbed Stunk’s sword with conviction. She began stroking it and deftly made use of the natural lubricant leaking from the tip.

“It’s twitching like a battery-powered doll that’s almost out of juice… It’s actually kind of freaky.”

“Your breathing is getting more ragged by the second. What’s got you so worked up, huh?”

Meidri let out a short gasp. Her hand motions gained momentum as she tightened her grip on his hilt. Rather than simply servicing him, it was as if she were trying to become intimately acquainted with every inch of his weapon.

“Hey, Stunk…is there anything else you’d like me to do for you?”

Meidri’s teasing expression had changed to one of deep longing. The look she was giving him now immediately resonated with his second brain—the one in his pants. The sword between his legs towered ever higher, but—

“That’s a good question. Hmm… How about you stick it between those huge tits of yours?”

“Wha—? Well, that’s fine, but…”

Meidri pursed her lips, apparently unsatisfied with the request, but she didn’t hesitate for a moment as her hand moved to unbutton her blouse.

Boiiing—

With the last button undone, Meidri’s breasts exploded from her top and fell heavily onto Stunk’s lap.

“Ahh, that perfect weight.”

They were a bit cold, but their heft excited him. As he marveled at the feel of them, he noticed they were covered in a chilly liquid.

“This is a special lube created from bacteria-free slime secretions.”

The liquid slipped into the valley between Meidri’s breasts and splashed in all directions, completely coating them. This created the perfect welcome for Stunk’s member into her enticing cleavage.

As it entered her pillowy embrace, it was all Stunk could do not to blow his load right then and there.

“Hnnng, this is what huge tits were made for…!”

“Hmmm? Were you always looking at my chest with those dirty thoughts in mind?”

“How could I not?”

“You’re a huge dick, Stunk.”

Meidri narrowed her eyes at him again, but her gaze wasn’t hateful. It was hungry. She even had a mischievous smirk adorning her lips.

“A huge dick…with a huge dick…just for me. What more could a girl ask for…?”

Stunk cradled Meidri’s bosom and directed it up and down, side to side. His flesh grew firmer and firmer with each passing moment, but the mounds he was pressed between remained soft and malleable. No matter how they were manipulated, they effortlessly enveloped his every inch. His pleasure was reaching untold heights.

“Wh-whoa—you’re really laying it on thick all of a sudden…!”

Meidri’s bust undulated with Stunk’s every motion and Stunk raised his hips as his entire torso shuddered. This was his first round with her, and he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. His whole body trembled, from his torso to his loins.

Yet in the same moment, his sword was also giving pleasure to Meidri, whom he was practically glued to.

“Mm—ahh, ahh—you’re shaking like crazy—Are you going to cum? Are you gonna explode all over me?”

Meidri’s face radiated desire, as if she couldn’t wait for Stunk to erupt. The heaving of her full breasts became even more intense—she was focusing on the sensitive tip of Stunk’s sword.

She was desperate for it—absolutely ravenous.

“Hrk, unnngh… I’m cumming, Meidri! Take this hot load from the guy you look down on and beat up every single day! Take it all!!”

In an instant, Stunk released everything he had been keeping pent up from the moment Meidri first laid eyes on his bulge. A sharp pang of ecstasy pierced his very soul. He erupted with satisfaction, warm love nectar flowing between Medri’s lubricant-slick breasts.

“Ah…ah…it’s so hot…! Wh-wha—? My goodness…there’s so much…!”

The white, cloudy liquid dribbled from Meidri’s plush crevasse. Stunk’s spunk was a rich concentration of pride, resentment, and carnal lust, and it had even reached Meidri’s mouth, leaving her stunned.

“W-wow…it’s so thick…and it won’t stop…”

A rope of viscous white fluid stretched from Meidri’s breasts up to her lips. It showed no signs of disconnecting. Stunk’s love juice was surprisingly resilient.

“I love the sight of your face with my cum all over it…! Just looking at you makes me wanna go again—phew.”

Stunk’s excitement showed no signs of abating, and he drank in the visage of Meidri, who was sticky with his fluid. Even after his geyser lay dormant once more, he continued to feel a lingering ecstasy. His satisfaction was immeasurable.

I can’t believe I just did that with Meidri of all people…!

Not to mention, she looked like she still wanted more, her jaw slack.

“Hey, Stunk… It’s still super hard, isn’t it?”

“If there’s something you want from me, you already know what to do, don’t ya, Meidri? Beg for it.”

Stunk ran his fingers through her blond hair. If he’d done the same thing at Ye Pubbe, she would have definitely punched him. But right now, she simply nodded meekly.

She parted her breasts, removed Stunk’s sticky sword, and kissed it.

“Stunk… Let’s do it…”

“Do what exactly? Speak clearly so I can understand.”

“Ahh… You’re so meeean.”

There was a lilt in Meidri’s voice as she whined. She swirled her tongue around Stunk’s shaft, voraciously lapping up all that she could before opening her mouth to display the pool of milky white.

“This…this thick, gooey fluid… I want it…inside me…please…”

“Ohhh, lemme hear that again!”

“You’re quite the selfish lover, aren’t you, dear customer?”

“Hey, don’t drop the act now. Please just get on top.”

“Well then, if you’ll excuse me—Ahem—!”

Meidri coughed a single time.

“Ohh, Stunkie…”

She cooed as she looked up at him, eyes aflame. She rocked her soft behind back and forth as she fluttered her wings.

“Pleeease, Stunkie… Plunge that legendary blade deep into my lecherous little monster! Slay this demon! Mess me up!”

“Yes, ma’am! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Every drop of blood in Stunk’s body was on fire.

As she parted her legs, the monster spread wide its glistening maw, rousing Stunk’s warrior spirit.

The battle had only just begun, and there would be no backing down!

Stunk let out a mighty war cry as his vigorous hip thrusts bested Meidri’s monster for the third and final time.

As a wave of languor washed over him, he extended a tired hand and cupped her supple behind while she lay beside him.

“Whew… That was way more intense than I bargained for.”

Stunk had always viewed his relationship with Meidri as hot and cold—a spot of rust on his otherwise perfect blade—and he became drunk on that sensation. A bit of immorality could spice up a sex life in tons of exciting ways, to say nothing of the potential for renewed passion.

He couldn’t wait to see Meidri’s face again at Ye Pubbe. He couldn’t wait to be stricken by the thought, God, you look like nothing happened between us, but now I know all about the ravenous monster you keep hidden down below, bweh-heh-heh.

Meidri lazily inched closer to him and reached down between her legs.

“Well, we’re almost out of time… Hang on just one second.”

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a special service here at our establishment.”

She produced a tube-shaped item from her crotch, and Stunk’s bodily fluid started to spill out. The object writhed back and forth like a potato bug, and Meidri carefully washed it off in a basin of water before drying it off and handing it to him.

“Here you go. You can have the magi-hole we used as a souvenir.”

“…Thanks, I think.”

Magi-hole was an abbreviation for magical hole. They were magical items with velvety interiors that could mimic simple functions of the female anatomy, such as the all-too-familiar contraction.

I mean, I can’t really give my next customer a used magi-hole, now can I?

It wasn’t just the magi-hole, either. All of Meidri’s body parts were nothing more than replaceable items. That said, the insatiable spirit that fueled her passionate performance lived deep within her core, though this element could be adjusted to one’s tastes.

She could create a customer’s ideal partner with any features and proportions they desired. And then, in a private room, the two would engage in the age-old battle between man and woman.

She was quite literally the sum of many impressive parts—with a face Stunk knew well—and she bowed deeply after putting on her clothes.

“Thank you for your continued patronage at The Sex Marionette, where we specialize in dolls, puppets, golems, and more!”

The male patrons of the bar clamored around the piece of paper posted on the wall. This was a well-known staple of the Ye Pubbe experience: the succubus-joint review.

Succubus joint is a common term for a professional establishment where consenting adults legally trade sexual services for currency. In this world, where a vast number of species intermingle, these places offer services from every species one can imagine.

These reviews are especially popular with timid people or first-timers who may be worried they won’t have good sexual compatibility with the species working there. And of course, there are others who are simply perverts who enjoy reading them.

If copies of the review sell, then the reviewers can earn a commission. Stunk and his companions are able to visit new succubus joints they’re interested in and get spending money at the same time.

Today, they were once again able to drink decent booze with the money they received from stoking the fires of sexual fantasy.

“I couldn’t really include the fact that I created a near-perfect Meidri clone.”

Stunk spoke in the quietest voice he could manage. Zel and Kanchal also peeked out of the corner of their eyes to pinpoint Meidri’s location before lowering their voices, too.

“If she finds out, you’ll be lucky if you get off with blunt-force trauma. I wouldn’t even blame her if she pulled out a blade this time.”

“Hmm. Well, she was a real screamer in bed, I’ll tell you that.”

The three men giggled among themselves. When their group visited The Sex Marionette, all four of them had their golems crafted to look exactly like Meidri, and they each went to town on her.

The real hero of this adventure was Kanchal. Although the customizable options for the golems at the shop were limitless, the actual crafting was extremely difficult. Re-creating Meidri’s appearance was all thanks to the little halfling’s skill.

Also, whenever a new golem was designed, it joined the extensive catalog of premade golems available for selection. A lot of customers chose this option because they couldn’t put together a proper girl themselves.

“It stands to reason that now loads of guys will end up banging a golem who looks just like her.”

“I feel a bit bad, but it also kinda excites me.”

“If a customer who sleeps with her golem comes to this bar, they’ll be in for one hell of a surprise.”

“Heh-heh-heh,” “Ha-ha-ha”—but their laughter lasted only a moment. They heard the violent, ominous din of flesh being ripped apart and bones being crushed from a corner of the bar.

The beautiful, winged angel, Crimvael, lay crumpled in the corner. They were the last companion who had joined the men at The Sex Marionette.

Standing next to them was a monster in a maid outfit. Her wings were fully outstretched in a threatening gesture in the small, confined bar.

Her eyes, teeming with bloodlust, fell on the three remaining stooges.

“Hey… What the hell did you idiots make? I want every detail right now…you bastards…”

The knives in both her hands glinted dangerously.

This is the story of men who spend their days battling monsters with their most trusted blades.

But for the moment, Meidri (the real one) brandished two blades of her own and tore into all three of them.