Chapter 69. People Change (Or Sometimes Don't)
Chapter 69. People Change (Or Sometimes Don't)
"Master, did you know something?"
"Don't know... Just open your mouth if you want a kiss."
"The liquor you drank is just ordinary Baekju that even commoners drink in my country. You haven't even finished one barrel yet, but getting this drunk? Isn't that just too adorable-?"
Since I'd never drunk enough to get drunk before, how could I possibly know my alcohol tolerance?
When Kumo teased me about being weak against alcohol, I bristled and retorted while struggling to move my sluggish tongue.
"You little...! Bring more... Wanna drink more..."
"More liquor, you say-? One moment please...♥"
Pat pat pat-
Kumo brought a small liquor bottle to the table and tilted it toward her body, letting the liquor flow down her skin.
She gathered her breasts with her arms, allowing the fallen liquor to trickle down her collarbone and pool in her cleavage before seeping through and flowing further down.
The final destination was the modestly closed space between her snow-white thighs, completing two obscene liquor cups.
"Hehe♥ It's called Valley Liquor. How about it-? Now, please savor it slowly from the top first♥"
Though I was learning for the first time that liquor could be served this way, my body-not my mind-understood how to enjoy it.
I immediately buried my face in Kumo's chest, pressing my lips against the pool of liquor and gulping it down glug glug.
After tasting her moist breasts, I slowly trailed downward with my tongue along the path the liquid had taken.
"Ngh♥ Hah...♥"
Licking Kumo's demurely closed thighs, I moistened my lips in the stream of liquor pooled between her legs like an animal quenching its thirst at a brook.
Slurp♥ Slurp♥ Sllluuuurrrrp♥♥♥
Even after finishing all the Valley Liquor Kumo prepared, sweet honey continued flowing from between her thighs.
We exchanged one glance and immediately reached a consensus, translating it into action.
"Kumo."
"...Yesss♥"
True to being my exclusive bitch, Kumo turned around and assumed a doggystyle position with her hips raised.
As her fluffy fox tail coyly moved aside, her beautiful pink pussy resembling blooming flower petals came into view.
Despite being a boss of an underworld organization who even runs a brothel, she's never been with anyone besides me. Isn't that an adorable contradiction?
At this rate, maybe it'd be okay to take her as my vassal...
Hah, what am I thinking? No way. Kumo will remain my concubine and bitch forever. How dare she covet the wife position.
"Huuuuh...♥ Master... Do you remember... the promise you made me before...?"
"...Promise? About naming your child?"
"You remembered... I'm so happy...♥ If it's not too presumptuous... could I receive that reward now? I think receiving it while I'm feeling good will make it even more delightful-"
"A name, huh..."
My method for naming children was always the same.
Similar phonetics or meaning to parents' or siblings' names.
What does Kumo's name mean? It sounds like Eastern Empire language-maybe just a common female name there?
"Hmm... What does your name mean, Kumo...?"
"Though it's embarrassing... in my country's language, it means 'cloud'... My tail is rather fluffy, isn't it...?"
Kumo seemed somewhat displeased with her name. Maybe she was teased about it as a child?
"Cloud, cloud... Fluffy like clouds, Kumo's tail... So warm... Hmm..."
Still drunk, I mumbled nonsense while racking my brain to think of a name for Kumo's child.
Kumo's fur color does resemble clouds. Though not pure white but ashen, closer to storm clouds...
If Kumo gives birth, the child will likely be a fox beastkin with fluffy gray fur like its mother.
But newborns' fur should be somewhat white, right? Definitely an adorable little furball.
A child like snow, warmly covering its mother Kumo's cold, cruel winter heart...
...Snow? Snow...
"...Kumooo, in your language... what do you call snow...?"
"Mmm, seems you've decided-? Cloud and snow-how poetic..."
"Hey, answer my question first. Don't keep it to yourself... I don't know your language..."
Ah, some might wonder why we understand each other yet don't know other languages. There are two legends about this.
One tells of an ancient god who saw humans speaking different languages and personally taught them a unified tongue, breaking language barriers to foster harmony.
The other claims that centuries ago, the seventh emperor of a now-fallen empire compiled a common language. I can't remember the name clearly...
Though unsure which is true, modern people primarily use the common language while occasionally still using pre-common tongues.
...Ugh, got sidetracked. Thinking hard while drunk worsens my headache.
"Yuki, we call it. A common name in my country, hehe...♥ Thinking this is the name Master gave my child makes me truly ecstatic-♥"
"You're happy...? Well, I'd like to get happy too..."
"Ah! I've neglected Master too much- Come now. Please enjoy yourself thoroughly with Kumo's body-?♥ Now your bitch Kumo has no regrets left...♥"
"...That's more like it."
After the long conversation, I could finally satisfy my bodily desires.
Since I wouldn't see Kumo for a long time after today, I treated her gently-not just pursuing my own pleasure but ensuring her body rejoiced too.
During sex, I kept drinking from liquor bottles to quench my thirst, eventually passing out completely with no memory of what happened.
Fragmented, dreamlike memories suggest Kumo played with my unconscious body, but piecing them together proved difficult.
When I awoke sober, I found myself lying on my party's inn bed with a small pouch and letter beside me.
Kumo must have brought me here while unconscious. It was still afternoon, and my high Health Stat likely sped up hangover recovery since I had no headache or nausea.
Wondering if extreme Health Stats could prevent drunkenness, I opened the letter.
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Since Master looked exhausted, I moved you to your wives' and young masters' inn without waking you.
Regrettably, our organization's restructuring isn't complete, so I can't provide more money than last time.
But as your concubine and bitch slave, I couldn't send Master away empty-handed. I packed half this month's funds originally bound for Hush Church plus some personal savings.
Though less than before, it's enough for a smooth journey-
Though unsure when we'll meet again, I'll yearn for you daily while touching where the wind passed through my fingers.
This may be presumptuous but... When Yuki is born, could you visit once?
I'll stop here. Farewell.
P.S.
Thank you for filling me up so much-
Yuki says she loved Master knocking on her nursery door♥
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"Pfft."
I burst out laughing at Kumo's motherly tone.
From my life experience, people divide into two types: those who change, and those who don't.
Kumo was changeable. Though I forcibly changed her through unhealthy means, she began transforming herself after conceiving.
Now she'll correct her path without my interference. Perhaps when I meet her again after my journey, she'll quit underworld life and reform.
Even now, her morally questionable motive aside, she's doing quasi-charitable work by raising orphaned girls.
Next, I opened Kumo's money pouch.
Gold coins glittered brilliantly upon opening, announcing their presence.
One, two, three... A rough count confirmed its substantial value. Enough for a month's travel expenses-not luxurious but sufficient.
With this, my purpose for meeting Kumo was achieved. No problem departing tomorrow.
Proudly clutching the pouch, I left the room with a triumphant expression to boast to everyone.
But no wife would look kindly upon a husband returning drunk in broad daylight. I ended up getting scolded by Rita while Cecilia beat my back.