Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

"So, Makary," I spoke while closing my eyes and immersing myself in the feeling of groping Fay's breast. Whether I was touching her to feel her up or to just keep my hands busy, her body was simply perfect. And right now, it was the most divine anti-stress ball that I kept molesting, even though I wasn't all that stressed to begin with.

"First thing first, to make things clear. What I smashed when I entered the bath were the devices that Makary confessed to installing during our talk. And they were capable of recording the sounds… and most likely the images within their range."

Even though Fay pretty much figured it out on her own, I decided it was better to just give it to her straight.

"Is this related to this strange box that keeps producing this irritating noise?" Fay asked, proving that she figured out even more from the scraps of information than I already expected.

"That's right. It's supposed to block any kind of device within its range from sending information out," I explained. "But on devices that work through wires rather than sending their recordings through the thin air, it might not work. Hence the reason why I'm using it even though I already destroyed the devices."

'And because I can't really tell whether those two wires that Makary mentioned are the only ones he installed,' my thoughts turned sour at the mere idea of some device still sneaking peaks on Fay's glorious body on the voice she would make if we ended up getting frisky.

But for now, there was hardly anything I could do about it. In the end, I wasn't arrogant enough to believe I could guess all the espionage tricks Makary men could use when mounting the wires around the house. And while they would be limited by the extremely short time they had to do it, I wasn't going to outright underestimate their capability.

"As for the other thing I discussed with him…" I spoke out, only to turn silent as I noticed a certain issue.

'How am I supposed to explain to her what long guns are when she doesn't know the meaning of a gun in general?'

As much as I admired Fay's intelligence and ability to figure out things from just a few shreds of info… The only instance when she could see me using the handgun was back, during the fight in the forest. Back then, I could clearly see she wasn't in a state to keep a calm look at what was going on around her, not when she was about to be skewered by that bastard's spear!

"The topic we discussed was guns and my need for more of them."

In the end, I followed my decision from before and gave my answer in a straightforward manner, rather than trying to move in circles around it. Whether or not Fay understood the meaning of guns I wasn't really sure. And if she, in fact, didn't…

Well, she could simply ask, then, rather than sitting through a lecture over something she could, in some way or form, already understand.

"Guns?" As if reading my intentions, Fay raised her eyebrows a little as she once again raised her chin and looked up at my face. "Are those… those guns the weapons you used back at the forest?"

'Am I some kind of prophet? Or do I know her that well already?'

And so, I slightly nodded my head.

"The one I used back then is, pretty much, a backup piece, not a proper gun," I spoke, only for my expression to twist a little when I ended up speaking something that would get me bullied by proper experts on the topic.

For if a pistol wasn't a proper gun, then what was?

"I mean, it is, but…"

"It's okay," Fay, noticing my struggle, chuckled a little. "Just explain it with your own words. It doesn't take a genius to figure out it's not really your field of expertise," she encouraged me, only to turn to my chest, climb up on it a little, and reach out with her mouth… Only to plaster a small, short kiss in the middle of my forehead.

Then, she lowered herself a tiny bit, bringing our eyes to the same level as she stared right into my soul.

"Which makes it all the more admirable to know that you are going to such great lengths when it comes to those guns. It proves how much you want to be able to protect me."

Fay spoke her words in a plain, steady voice. Yet, the affection exploding in her eyes…

As if to prove my observation, she chuckled again, only to twist herself around, rest her back against my chest, and then slide down, nestling herself right on top of my lap. And as she ground her ass around a little to properly fit herself into my embrace, she reached out with her hands to the sides, grabbed my hands…

And brought both of them up to her breasts before pressing them down.

"Now, continue," she whispered once my fingers dug into her flesh, a sense of extreme satisfaction brimming from her entire self.

And as startled I was by her sudden action and then aroused by having her hips drop down on my lap… I managed to use this unexpected pause to gather my thoughts properly.

"Let me draw an analogy. You can imagine the handgun you saw me used to be akin to a knife or a dagger. And what I meant by real guns, the ones I tasked Makary with getting for me, is akin to a sword."

Feeling the warmth of Fay's flesh I continued to grope away at her heavy breasts, feeling the lightness and softness of her skin as she rested herself on my chest… At this precise moment, I felt as if I was in the spot that the divine, whatever it actually was, had in mind when creating me.

I was simply in the most correct place possible, with Fay's affection brimming from how she snuggled up to me, how she talked with me, how she threw occasional glances at me or again and again proved that it was impossible for me to overestimate her intelligence…

"Both a dagger and a sword are perfectly fine to be called blades," I continued with my explanation. "But both ultimately serve a different purpose. And assuming I knew how to use both, I would much rather bring a sword to a knife fight rather than a dagger to a sword fight."

I nearly allowed my thoughts to get the better of me, ending my explanation with a silly joke Fay would most likely miss. read first at m,v,l,e,m p _y,r

"Just like a sword will always reign supreme over a dagger in a proper fight, the same can be said about the proper gun in relation to a handgun." I sighed. "And again, not to get into specifics that I'm not an expert to speak off, but a proper gun, an automatic rifle for example comes with a much greater range, accuracy, and magazine size."

The points I brought up were exactly the points I was held back by, back during that fight. If I had thirty bullets in the magazine, back then, I might've been able to clear out all the enemies all by myself, rather than relying on Fay and Madam to finish off those I failed to kill before losing myself for a moment.

And maybe, just maybe, with the much greater kick that a rifle offered over a simple pistol, there might not even be a need for me to double-tap every enemy, with how just a single bullet might be able to shatter their shields and then score the kill in one go…

"You know…" Fay muttered, forcing me to refocus my thoughts from my explanation… to how her mood visibly worsened. "Back during that call, when you talked with Makary… You sounded strangely desperate," she mentioned, only to raise her chin and angle her head to get a proper look on my face.

And strangely enough, only now that she pointed it out, I've noticed this myself.

But this was just the prelude to the actual question that she wanted to ask.

"Honey, were you desperate during that call because you really feel that unsafe in my world and in the celestial forest?" Fay asked, steeling her face as she locked her eyes on my slightly startled expression. "Do you not trust my mom to protect you?"