A Midsummer Night's Couple (One-Day Pure Love)

“Ah, Serena. The lord will be paying a visit in two days.”

“...And that has what to do with me?”

“You earned merit, didn’t you? The entire guard returning alive—no, returning without a single scratch—is an enormous achievement. Orcs I could handle alone, but protecting us from the succubus’s charm? That was all you.”

Malcolm said this with a slight, bashful shrug of his shoulders. But what was I supposed to do about it? I had the shop, and as for this world’s currency, I could get most things from the shop anyway.

Of course, this world had problems that could only be solved with its own money, but nothing like that had come up yet, so it didn’t really hit home.

No—expecting them to hand over cash in the first place was already counting my chickens before they hatched. They might just give me something weird ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠instead of money.

“Not really? The reward from Kubil’s Merchant Guild already feels like more than enough.”

Travel supplies could literally be restocked from the shop. Jerky? Preserved rations? Sleeping bags?

Fuck that. I could travel the whole way while munching on fried chicken. I even had an auto-deploying tent and camping set, plus a security kit that alerted me the moment anything approached! I wasn’t without transportation options, but still—fantasy travel was supposed to mean walking the earth on your own two feet. That was the proper way.

Shut up. More importantly—

“You’re bringing that up now? In the middle of a spar?”

“We just happened to be locked together, and it suddenly came back to me.”

I was speechless. But it was only unimportant information anyway.

“Aha, I see... so!”

Mid-sentence I corrected my grip on the wooden sword, fixed my stance, and leapt at Malcolm.

Jiggle!

But my leap was casually blocked by the wooden sword Malcolm swung. More precisely, he slipped his blade into my sword path, made it slide off, and collapsed my posture.

And Malcolm was not the kind of man who left a collapsed posture alone. At least not in a spar.

Whoosh!

“Whoa!”

As expected, the moment I realized the ambush had failed and my stance was broken, I put distance between us and—though it was sloppy—managed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to dodge Malcolm’s follow-up strike.

Jiggle, jiggle.

“An ambush that’s too hasty is a problem, but an ambush you already expect to fail makes your sword slow. You have to aim for a sure timing.”

“...You can tell that?”

“I can tell from the eyes. There’s none of that unique murderous intent beginners put into an ambush. Proof you didn’t go all-in.”

It had been the same during the succubus subjugation—people who made their living by the sword in a fantasy world really were different.

“Ah, and separate from that... You lot! How long do you plan on slacking off?! If you don’t resume training within ten seconds, it’s ten laps in full gear!”

“Yes, sir!!!”

At Malcolm’s roar the guards scattered like a nest of rats whose den had been found.

“I thought subduing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a succubus would tighten discipline, but they’ve gone soft.”

“Ahaha, they pulled off something big—can’t you cut them a little slack?”

“Is that something the root cause of my men’s broken discipline should be saying?”

Malcolm said it while glaring straight at my chest. And I knew. I knew my breasts had been bouncing the entire spar.

But so what? What exactly could he do about it, lolololol.

I was training while wearing a dildo and shamelessly jiggling my milk tanks for self-pleasure—what the hell could he even do about that, lololol.

My heart was dyed with the thrill of transgression and pleasure. But Malcolm completely failed to grasp my intent.

Because—

My true state was hidden by those skills. My pussy had climaxed dozens of times, but the love juices stayed inside, and the breast milk was the same. My real appearance was concealed by the skills, and even sharp-eyed Malcolm seemed not to notice.

“For now, Serena, I’ve confirmed your fundamentals are solid. I could teach you more if you wanted, but you’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Malcolm answered with a faintly regretful expression. Well, with no proper priest left in the village, of course he’d feel that way.

“Ahaha, that obvious?”

“You said with your own mouth you were on a pilgrimage. Even if you have a future, this village didn’t seem like your destination.”

I kept feeling the regret coming off him. From the succubus’s secret letter excavated from the ruins, evidence had come out that the succubus had tried to score points by striking first before the Demon King’s army fully intervened. In other words, the real fight started now. And that would be far more secretive and meticulous than this clumsy mess.

Looking at Malcolm’s deeply worried face, I thought:

Come to think of it... have I even had proper sex in this world? Rape, rape, rape, birth shows... Fuck, and the only human among them was Morus? Someone decent like Malcolm might actually be okay?

I made up my mind. I recovered the wooden sword to my waist, approached Malcolm, and offered a handshake. He accepted it readily. And then—

“Come to the church this evening. Let’s have a drink together.”

I laced my voice with seduction, and Malcolm’s body went rigid. He understood exactly what I meant.

We parted without saying goodbye.

We would meet again anyway, and we poured the generous food bought at the market and the wine the merchant uncle had recommended.

And then...

Creeeak.

“I’m done washing.”

Malcolm stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. Firmly forged muscle, large and small scars scattered across the surface. Yet none of them were truly ugly; rather, they felt like tattoos that spoke of a dignified, experienced warrior’s body.

“Shall we begin, then?”

I too discarded the towel covering me and revealed my naked body.

Flawless white skin so elastic and smooth you could tell just by looking. Unless you had peculiar tastes, any man would love breasts bigger than my own head.

A stomach with artistic abs that made you wonder if the organs even fit inside, contrasted by a childbearing pelvis and hips.

And decisively, my face overflowing with anticipation for sex with him, and lips painted with lipstick that shone beneath the status window’s map.

“Ahaha, Malcolm. You know you’re making a really dumb face right now?”

“...”

At my playful laugh Malcolm gave no verbal answer. More precisely, he answered with action.

Rustle.

The towel at Malcolm’s waist fell, and his thick, massive cock came into my view. Without a word he approached, seized my waist and the back of my neck.

“Ah♡”

Slurp♡ Haaah♡ Schlick♡ Chuuurrrp♡

The sticky kiss continued, and Malcolm’s erect cock pressed against the flesh covering my womb, stoking my heat.

I can’t♡ If I get pregnant with a human baby I’ll want to raise it carefully♡ I’ll start wanting to marry Malcolm for real♡

That alone was forbidden. Bearing a human child was dangerous.

It would interfere with the adventure. Because of maternal love I’d abandon everything and become nothing but a breeding bitch and a mother. So, Status Window, please.

As expected, far more competent than the goddesses.

“Pwah♡”

The kiss ended and we looked into each other’s eyes. They were burning. Malcolm’s pupils blazed, and the eyes reflected in them were... wet.

Only filthy desire was written there. And so I thought: for his sake, let’s love just for today.

When I opened my eyes again, the eyes reflected in Malcolm’s pupils were also ablaze. It wasn’t midsummer, but like a world overflowing with romance, I decided to love him. Something a little different from filthy sex filled my chest.

“I love you♡ Even if it’s only for today♡”

“...Is that so. But it’s enough.”

Malcolm pulled me into his arms and toppled onto the bed. My soft flesh settled onto his solid shoulders and firm muscle.

A body sturdier than mine when I was a man♡

Being pierced by a cock that matched these muscles would be happiness. But today, I intended to try something a little different.

I raised my upper body, moved, and brought my clitoris into contact with his cock. Feeling the pulse of his cock transmitted to my clit, I came once already.

“Foreplay?”

“Does it look like I need it? Ehehe♡”

Just as I said, my pussy was flooding. It was coating Malcolm’s balls with love juices, protesting for him to put his cock in already♡

I immediately pressed my breasts flush against Malcolm’s chest and kissed him again. Then I lifted my hips high and fitted his cock into my pussy.

Schlick♡

“Nngh♡”

So this is the sensation of being filled by the cock of someone you love♡ The temperature of the slowly inserting cock made my pussy feel like melting chocolate.

Yet ironically, my pussy moved even more greedily to taste the sweetness of that cock♡

“Guh! What kind of grip is this?!”

“Yap♡”

Slap! Slap! Slap♡

And it wasn’t only my pussy that was greedy. My hips, my tongue, my breasts soaking Malcolm’s ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chest with milk as they went into heat—my entire body was greedy.

“But what’s this? Your chest is way too wet.”

“...I have a special constitution that produces breast milk♡ If you don’t like it— kyaah!”

Malcolm’s hand moved fast, seized my breast, and brought the nipple to his mouth, sucking with full force.

Sluuuuurp♡♡♡

Malcolm is...♡ squeezing my breasts hard and drinking my milk♡

“Ooooh♡ Malcolm♡ More, squeeze out more milk for meee♡”

“Call me husband. We’re lovers, aren’t we?”

Malcolm, you sly bastard. You know I’ll grant anything you ask for this one day. Really♡ I can’t help it.

“Husbandaaah♡♡♡”

The moment I called him husband, Malcolm slammed his hips with full power and crushed my womb. Ah, this is hard to endure♡ I’m coming♡

Malcolm—no, my husband’s pistoning showed a cock full of selfish desire, refusing to let me leave, determined to impregnate me and keep me in this village. But I had a Demon King to subjugate.

No matter how much I was violated, no matter how many monsters I birthed, no matter how hard it got or how much blood I saw. To repay the unfilial sin of vanishing without even a goodbye, I had to return to my family. First, though I wasn’t certain, I had to subjugate the Demon King and the goddesses—my primary goals—then find a way.

So, sorry♡ The answer to this cock-proposal is already decided♡

“Guh! I’m cumming, Serena! As my wife, properly receive your husband’s semen!”

“I’m cummiiing♡ Climaxing in happiness on my beloved husband’s cock♡♡♡”

Brrrruuuurt!!!

Thick seed filled my womb, and even more milk poured into my husband’s mouth. I convulsed in orgasm and kissed Malcolm. Mmm~ I could taste the sweetness of my own milk.

“I won’t let you sleep tonight.”

“Ahaha♡ I’m going to run full power and put you to sleep, though? Shall we have a contest?”

And so, as the night deepened, husband and I made a bet, and in the end it closed with my victory.

“Mmm~”

When sunlight flickered at the edges of the eyes, even a creature that craves light will turn away from it. Malcolm rose from the bed according to that law of nature.

And what met his eyes was not the ceiling of his own home, but an unfamiliar one—the ceiling of the bedroom inside the church. Recalling the previous night, he groped beside him, but all his hand found was a blanket whose warmth had already faded.

“She’s gone.”

Malcolm spoke flatly, but his eyes did not. He had known it was a midsummer night’s dream... yet he still hadn’t escaped the aftereffects.

Thump.

“Hm?”

Something caught against his hand. When Malcolm lifted the blanket, there lay a curved sword and a postcard stamped with lipstick instead of a seal, and beside it was written:

Malcolm looked at the sword again. A curved blade—those who possessed a unique culture in the Hot Lands used swords specialized for cutting. Commonly called a do, or a katana.

Without much thought Malcolm gripped the katana. He only meant to check its quality. Then an unknown power flowed from the katana and seeped into him.

“This is...?”

His physical stats had nearly doubled. A sense of omnipotence boiled up as if he had become a high-ranking Expert. When he drew the blade from its scabbard, a katana with a platinum blade revealed itself.

He didn’t understand the reason, but he knew this treasure among treasures was the gift Serena had left him.

“Hahaha, this... I’ve been expected of, so I’ll have to put in the effort.”

And so Malcolm swore upon the katana that he would protect the village.