Solving the Heat!
Even after that, Wintineas kept asking Hypno questions.
With her lethargic nature and the chill she constantly radiated, Wintineas was never the type to chat much with others. Some people disliked the cold air she shed because of the heat; others found her sluggish way of speaking so half-hearted that they simply didn’t want to talk to her. A few who tried offering mild advice about her revealing clothes ran into her unshakable resolve and found the conversation too awkward to continue. There were even female adventurers who envied her outstanding looks and unique personality.
But Wintineas didn’t hate conversation. She simply never felt lonely or left out when she wasn’t talking to anyone. She always stayed in her own pace, perfectly fine being alone.
That same Wintineas asked,
“Your muscles… where’d you build them…?”
“I figured I needed more stamina, so I hit the gym… uh, a place packed with exercise machines. Since I was already going, I decided to get my money’s worth and bulked up a little.”
“A… little…?”
“Lately they’ve been growing a lot more.”
Probably because I dumped so many points into my stats.
“A mage… needs stamina…? Mm… for running… away…?”
“Nope. It’s for my personal happy time. The more stamina you’ve got, the longer you can enjoy happiness!”
There’s a mountain of hypnosis material out there. You need serious stamina to get through all of it.
“I… see…?”
Meaningless exchanges drifted back and forth now and then, yet mixing words with Hypno—who gestured animatedly and spoke so cheerfully—was fun for her.
This is… fun…
Pleasant conversation with no purpose, with someone who wasn’t family. For Wintineas, who had always operated solo, it was a brand-new experience.
“You said you wrap yourself in a lot of cold air normally, right? Ever run short on mana? Collapse like last time?”
“Uh… I’m fine. That time was urgent… but I usually control… it well.”
“Really? Glad to hear it. You went down so suddenly back then, I worried it might happen all the time.”
Hot, sweaty, dense sex with a collapsed comrade sounds pretty great too. Hope she doesn’t pass out too often…
“I’m… fine…”
He’s… worrying about me. Hypno really is… kind. Worrying that I’ll collapse from the heat… so… hot…
Right in the middle of their enjoyable talk, the moment the subject of heat came up, Wintineas suddenly felt a sharp thirst.
Nnh…
She wasn’t hot. But she was thirsty.
Of course she was. Wintineas rarely talked this much. Even with her sluggish speech, she had kept chatting with Hypno nonstop. The unusual volume of conversation left her throat crying out for moisture—and that thirst rekindled the craving she had almost forgotten: the urge to drink his semen again.
Conveniently, Hypno had just decided it was time to wrap up the small talk and get down to business.
“By the way, you said you had something to consult about. What was it?”
Whatever the consultation is, I’ll solve it with sex… no, sex therapy!
“Well… uuh…”
The moment the topic circled back to her consultation, Wintineas felt deeply uncomfortable. Hypno had been so kind to her, and after their chat she liked him even more as a person. Confessing something so humiliating yet bold to a man like that—that she wanted to taste his semen again—wasn’t easy.
But I… have to say it…
Under Hypno’s hypnosis, the only action left in Wintineas’s heart was to speak. Even so, she opened her mouth as if making excuses to herself while still telling the truth.
“I… you know. I get… really, really… hot.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Is she asking me to solve the heat as a consultation? Hypnosis could make her ‘not feel’ the heat, sure.
“So… I… really love… cold things…?”
“Yeah, you told me yesterday. Did you come because you want the heat fixed?”
“Y-yeah…”
Drink semen… solve the heat…
“Gulp… B-but… you know. Yesterday… was my first time… drinking… semen…”
“Really? No experience with guys or anything?”
“Yeah… none…”
“I see.”
Hypno kept a perfectly calm face. Inside, though—
Yessss! Virgin confirmed!
—he was cheering at the top of his lungs.
“I know semen is… cool… but after I drank it… it was… really cool…”
“Glad to hear it. Makes giving it to you feel worthwhile.”
“Yeah… I was really grateful… then. B-but… after that…”
Even with her usual lethargic expression, Wintineas found it awkward enough that she dipped her head a little as she spoke.
“I kept thinking about… Hypno’s cock… and his semen… a lot. It was the first time anything felt that cool and good… and… then…”
Keeping her head down forever would be rude, she decided. No matter how awkward it was, she had to look him in the face. So Wintineas lifted her gaze and met Hypno’s eyes.
“I… want to drink your semen again… I’m… really sorry…”
Throb-throb-throb-throb—
At her words, Hypno’s cock surged violently. It was screaming to tear through his pants right then and fuse with Wintineas. But the reason of a man who considered himself a gentleman and a good person desperately held it down.
Wait! Just a little longer… a little more… for even hotter excitement…!
“Are you still really hot and thirsty right now?”
“Nnh… no. Not as bad as… that time. But… even if I make icicles like usual and eat them… or wrap myself in cold air… compared to then… it’s just not enough…”
“So you want to suck my cock and drink my semen again?”
“……Yeah. I’m… really… sorry…”
Wintineas hunched her shoulders and lowered her head once more. The pose radiated pure shame.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because… I’m not even that hot… like last time. And… this isn’t a consultation… it’s a request… I’m just saying I’m thirsty… and asking you for semen again…”
Wintineas knew full well how shameless she was being. Even so, the craving to drink his semen once more—the indescribable coolness she wanted to taste again—had driven her all the way to the counseling room.
“I see…”
Hypno fell silent for a moment. The quiet made Wintineas anxious that she had angered the kind man.
His actual feelings were the exact opposite.
She’s this apologetic…! Personality check: perfect score! So pure-hearted, yet she still couldn’t suppress the urge to drink my semen…! You’re the best, Wintineas—the absolute best!
In his mind Hypno was awarding her an SSS rating as ideal companion material. Then he turned a gentle smile on her and said,
“All right. I’ll give you more semen, Wintineas. No—from now on, as much as you want, whenever you want.”
“Uh… uuh…?”
She had expected him to get angry. Even if he didn’t raise his voice, she thought he’d sound a little cold or say it was inconvenient. Instead Hypno just smiled—cock standing stiff—and accepted her request with pure benevolence.
“Is it… okay…?”
“Of course. Even if you’re not burning up like last time… you still want to drink it, right? Then I’ll give it.”
“Uh… th-then I’m… happy… but… is Hypno okay… with it? You don’t… hate it…?”
Isn’t he… way too kind…?
Even Wintineas, who cared about almost nothing except solving the heat, found his reaction suspicious.
“I’m totally fine. This is therapy, after all.”
“The… rapy…?”
“Yeah. You’ve got a ‘thirst’ for my semen, right? So as your counseling therapist, I have to give you my semen and treat that ‘thirst.’”
“Uh… is that… so…?”
“Absolutely. Besides… I actually like it when you suck my cock.”
“You… like it…? Getting your cock… sucked…?”
Wintineas couldn’t understand. To her right now, sucking a cock was simply the act of making it spit out semen—in other words, something extremely humiliating.
Then a memory flashed through her mind: a crude joke she’d overheard from male adventurers while eating at a restaurant once.
“Hypno… do you like it when people do mean things to you…? Are you a… maso…?”
“Nope.”
“Then… why…?”
“Hmm~ How do I put this… Ah! Wintineas. Sucking a cock or giving semen because you want coolness is a humiliating act. But… if that isn’t the goal, what kind of act is it?”
“What… kind of act…?”
Wintineas pondered the question carefully.
If it’s not for coolness… then…
“Mm… the dirty… stuff… men and women do…?”
“Exactly—dirty stuff. I’ve been taking it as doing dirty things with you, Wintineas.”
“Dirty… stuff…”
“Yeah. So rather than humiliation, the bigger feeling was that it felt good as a man to get sucked by a pretty girl like you! And since this is therapy, there’s no need to overthink it!”
Hypno shot her a wink.
Heh heh heh. Plant the idea that it’s dirty stuff and make her get all embarrassed for me, Wintineas.
He secretly hoped the lethargic girl with the vacant eyes would fluster or blush. Instead—
“I… see. So Hypno thinks of it more as… dirty stuff…”
Wintineas nodded slowly, sorting her thoughts. Then she looked straight at him and, with a soft smile,
“That’s… a relief…”
“Nnh…!”
The pure, natural smile of an airheaded beauty shot an arrow straight through Hypno’s chest—and kept going down to pierce his cock.
“Why… is it a relief…?”
Confused by a reaction so different from what he’d intended, Hypno asked. Wintineas answered in her usual unhurried, calm voice.
“Because… I was worried I’d only been making you do… humiliating things… But you thought of it as… dirty stuff, right…?”
“Y-yeah?”
“And… you said I was pretty… and that you liked it…”
“Yeah, you’re ridiculously pretty.”
“Ah… thank you. So… when I suck your cock… you don’t feel bad or hate it… and just like me feeling good drinking your semen…”
She exhaled a long, soft breath, steadied herself, and still wearing that natural, beautiful smile, finished,
“You feel good too… so I’m glad.”
“Are you an angel?”
“Hm…?”
The words slipped out of Hypno before he could stop them. Wintineas tilted her head, not understanding.
“Ahem! No, I mean… in the end I took it as dirty stuff, right? Doesn’t that make you embarrassed or anything…?”
“Em… barrassed…?”
“Yeah. It’s dirty stuff.”
“Mm…”
She thought it over again, then asked with pure curiosity,
“Is dirty stuff… something to be embarrassed about…?”
“Ah.”
That single sentence made everything click for Hypno. To Wintineas, dirty acts simply weren’t embarrassing. This was the same girl who hated the heat so much she preferred even greater exposure. She felt no shame about showing skin, and the idea that dirty things were shameful had never existed in her head to begin with.
“……Wintineas. Totally off-topic, but can I ask one more question?”
“Sure. What… is it…?”
“What do you think about men and women who aren’t even in love just having sex or doing dirty stuff out in the open where everyone can see, just because it feels good?”
“Mm…”
She had no idea why he was asking, but she answered honestly anyway.
“If they both… like it… isn’t that fine…? Ah, but… doing it outside and making a lot of noise… is a nuisance, so I think that’s bad…”
“You’re an angel.”
“An… gel…?”
This time Hypno didn’t brush it off. He spoke from the heart.
“Face and heart—you’re the absolute best, just like an angel, Wintineas.”
“Huh? Uuh? Thank… you…?”
She was happy, yet question marks spun in her head. Watching her, Hypno felt his affection surge even harder.
Companion… confirmed! Best companion! Confirmed!
His fondness for Winti was exploding.