Queen's Blade Unlimited Story: Chapter 1-2(a-2)

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And following up last week's news about the OVA (available now for preorder in Toranoana too), how do you fellas feel about it?

So one more bit of story: despite the confusing numbering, this is the end of chapter 1-2. It aaalso features a bit of an infamous bathing scene, sigh...

Enjoy!




Chapter 1 : Elina’s Journey (Part 2)

At the Baths(2)

“Hyauu!”
Feeling a sudden jolt course through him, Michel let out a small cry.

“Is something the matter?”
“Ah, no, nothing.”

It was a familiar rush, a rush he’d experienced earlier, meaning it could only really be one thing;
 someone had their lips wrapped around his whistle again.

Relatively sure of the fact, he did his best not to panic. It certainly didn’t feel like he was getting the life sucked out of him, so it couldn’t be Airi’s doing at least. Right, so long as the person on the other end was simply content in playing the instrument and wouldn’t try stealing it, all he had to do was tough it out, that’s all.

It was after all, a low priority, compared to making sure Elina knew just how thankful he was for her kindness and determination anyways…

***

“Guess it’s busted, it’s not doing anything.”

Nowa tried blowing on it repeatedly, but still the whistle remained silent.
“Hm, it’s real pretty, but if it can’t play then that’s sort of boring.”
Quickly losing interest, the half-elf girl  tossed the whistle aside.
“Y-You can’t!”

Broken it may be, it was safe to assume just from the splendid detailing and its delicate parts that the thing was worth a fair bit of coin; the two couldn’t afford to treat it so roughly.
Melpha swiftly reached out and tried catching the instrument mid-fall.

“Huh?”
And with a light tap, the whistle bounced off the end of her fingertips.
“Kyaaa! Nooo!”

Managing a second bounce in the air and away from Melpha’s grip, the whistle instead flew towards the priestess’ plush form. She had no time to reach for it again.

“Hup!”
Melpha reacted instantly, swiftly moving forward, she caught the whistle using her more than generous bosom.

“Phew…”
“Whoa! Great job! Not even Nowa could pull off a move like that!”
“I wouldn’t really call it a move…”

Pouting, the priestess gingerly pulled the whistle free from the valley of her breasts, making sure not to let it fall again.
“F-For now, let us be considerate to the owner, why don’t we wash it a little before putting it back? Alright? Yes, I believe that’ll do.”
“O-Okay… Nowa’ll help too, yup.”

***

“Have no fear, I’m as strong as they come.”

The moment Elina declared that, Michel began to notice something, his eyesight, still obstructed by the blindfold fashioned from rough cloth over his face, had somehow improved.

Granted, everything remained blurry, but it was still more than enough for the boy to make out Elina’s toned yet soft form as she came into view. On the other hand, Elina certainly wasn’t making things hard for him in that regard. The blonde, likely still under the assumption he wouldn’t be able to see with the blindfold on, was currently paying him very little mind as she posed, very boldly, before him. She was making all of zero effort to hide anything of hers from him.

Gulp.
He couldn’t help but make that sound.
“What is it now? Is the blood rushing to your head or something?”
Elina approached and Michel could just see everything: Elina’s elegant hips, smooth stomach along with her mesmerizing cleavage as she leaned slightly over.
“A-Au…”

And it was at that moment that Michel felt something unusual going on with his body.
An overwhelming force had taken hold of his lower region.
[Oh, this is bad… this is really bad.]
“What’s wrong?”

***

[Looking at it more closely, it truly is a breath-taking item isn’t it?]
Melpha sighed to herself, the thought randomly hitting her as she and Nowa both washed the instrument. What a shame, she could only imagine how beautifully it might have played at some point. The way it was now however, it made for, at best, a very lovely piece of art.

“Oh dear?”
[Is it just me? Or it shaped differently now…?]
Having seen Nowa toy with it first, and catching it between her breasts, she felt...
[It feels somewhat larger now.]

Pondering the topic, Melpha slid a finger tip along one of the grooves and with a pulsating twitch, the instrument grew even larger.

“Huh?”
“It got bigger.”
Nowa’s comment cleared Melpha of any remaining doubts.
[So it IS a magical item then.]

Fortunately enough, nothing about it felt evil to her. In fact, it felt somewhat similar to some sacred relics actually, but…
Having her hands full enough as it was dealing with Nowa, Melpha decided that now wasn’t the best of times for her to be unnecessarily nosey.

“Divine protection and blessings upon this whistle’s owner.”
Taking a moment to apply a bit of soap to her abundant chest, Melpha proceeded to then carefully lather up the whistle within her cleavage.


***

“What’s wrong?”
Elina casually, and again without a hint of modesty, approached the boy, who’d begun to fidget.
Michel was still blindfolded. Elina made sure to double check that the cloth hadn’t managed to somehow slip down, allowing the boy to peep at her, before smiling to herself lightly. She suddenly turned around and thrust her hips out in the boy’s direction, before turning back to look at him.

“You could answer me at least, you know?”
She bent further down and shot Michel’s face another look. His expression seemed mixed, like he was embarrassed but also preoccupied with something else.

“I mean, I know I’m not a beautiful fighter, but is that really any reason to give me the cold shoulder?”
“A… au… I…”
His cheeks were dyed red.
“Maybe it’s a fever?”

The boy seemed to be taking some rather deep breaths now that she thought about it, and so, Elina placed a hand to his forehead. It did seem a tad warmer than it should be, even taking the hot water into account.
“No… err… that’s not… hauh!!”
Michel’s weird cries seemed to come out at random.
[Nothing worse than a man who can’t speak his mind.]
“Is staying here for so long making you dizzy? Hm, well I suppose the sweat should be washed off by now, do you want to get out?”
“Y-Yes!”

The boy, all too happy to take Elina up on her offer, suddenly shot up.
“Kyaaah!”
Trying to avoid Michel as he quickly stood up, Elina spun out of the way but lost her footing. She reached out for the nearest thing to steady herself with out of reflex.

And what she found was something unfamiliar, almost like some sort of hard rod, covered in cloth.
“Huh?”
“Au…”
Michel let out a muffled half-whimper, half-groan. Elina had taken a hold of the cloth around Michel’s waist.

[Cloth isn’t supposed to be hard, hm… this kind of reminds me of the whistle from before for some reason.]
By this point, the blonde was already subconsciously looking away from the boy, fearing the worst. She slowly forced herself to turn and look back at him and… her fears were confirmed.
Words failed to convey the depths of Elina’s jumble of emotions right now.

She’d grabbed it. It. The part of a man that made a man, a man.

If there were ANY doubts left in her about his gender before, they were wiped clean down to her very soul now.

Her pulse raced and Elina’s face flushed.

[Calm down, Elina. Play it cool. This is no big deal. No big deal at all to you!]
Mentally straining to keep it together, she looked to her fingertips and couldn’t help but be amazed by what she was holding. Being an aristocrat’s daughter, it should come as no surprise that she was a tad sheltered. Beyond members of her own family, she’d only ever spoken to individuals of the opposite sex when it came to official business and nothing else really.
Frankly, even when she wasn’t on the clock it seemed men had a tendency to avoid her. She suspected this was likely due to her status.
In any event, before now, she’d never had much of an opportunity to study men up close.

[Looking back, I remember seeing Father’s once accidentally, but that’s it. How is someone supposed to react in a situation like this!?]

Awash with conflicting thoughts, her mind presented her with a simple option: do nothing.
She took a deep breath, and slowly let go.

“G-Good grief… you’re still blindfolded, you know? You shouldn’t move like that.”
Feigning calmness by scolding the boy, Elina stepped out of the bath first.

“Wait…”
“What?”
“You said it yourself, I can’t see where I’m going… where is the exit? Should I take this off?”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
The boy straightened himself and Elina led him back out. She realized she’d rather he not see just how disheveled his loincloth had gotten.