The Young Lady's Invitation
The second-floor bedroom at the inn. Masa entered carrying a small jar of honey. "When your tongue is raw and burning, honey is the best remedy. It coats the mucous membranes and soothes the inflammation."
She perched on the edge of the bed and patted her thigh. "Come on, lie down here. Let's begin the treatment."
Hans found himself resting his head on Masa's soft, supple thigh before he could think twice. She uncapped the honey jar. From above, her smile was both maternal and strangely sticky. Just as Hans opened his mouth, thinking she meant to feed him a spoonful, Masa suddenly loosened her clothing. Her massive breasts, bare beneath, spilled out and engulfed his face.
"M-Masa?" Hans stammered, flustered. But she paid him no mind, scooping a generous amount of sticky honey onto her finger. "Eating it plain would be boring, wouldn't it?" She smeared the honey thickly over her own erect nipple. "This way the honey sinks in deeper and works better."
Masa leaned down, bringing her breast to his lips. "Go on. If you want your tongue to heal, you have to suck properly."
"Mmph...!" Hans's nose and mouth were buried in her generous flesh. With every breath, the sweet scent of honey mingled with Masa's rich, feminine aroma and filled his lungs. Dazed, he extended his tongue. He wanted to wash away the salt and fishy taste that coated it with the sweetness of her breast. He licked the honey gathered at the tip of her nipple.
"Haa..." Masa let out a low moan and leaned in deeper. Slurp, suck. Hans instinctively took the honey-smeared nipple into his mouth and sucked. Though his sense of taste was numb, the soft, warm sensation against his tongue was vivid. The sticky honey acted as lubricant, producing lewd, wet sounds every time his tongue moved.
"That's it... Good boy, eating so well." Masa gently stroked Hans's hair, her expression filled with maternal affection. Then her gaze slid sideways, beginning to gleam with desire. Her other hand reached down and firmly grasped the heavy bulge in his trousers. "Oh my, this... has built up quite a lot, hasn't it?"
"Hup!" Hans's body jerked. After servicing Rina, Lucia, and Karen in succession, he hadn't been able to relieve himself even once. His member, already swollen to the point of bursting from sucking on her breast, throbbed violently at her touch.
"Poor thing... Suffering because you met the wrong master." With practiced ease, Masa undid his belt buckle and freed his angry length. The glans glistened with leaking precum. "I'll make you feel better."
While cradling him against her chest above, she gripped his shaft tightly below. Stroke, stroke. Her hand was rough yet warm. The strength honed from years of running an inn squeezed him without mercy.
"Mmph! Nngh...!" Hans groaned like a beast, his mouth full of her breast. Honey smeared across his face every time her breasts swayed, but he didn't care.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Better than letting those other girls outside suck you, right?" Masa whispered into his ear. Her hand moved faster, thumb rubbing the tip while twisting and squeezing the shaft with a seasoned technique no young woman could imitate.
"Hnnngh...! Mmph!" That was the limit. The desire he had been holding back burst forth like a broken dam. "Come. Spill it all into my hand."
Masa's whisper pulled the trigger. Spurt—! Splurt, splurt! At last Hans released everything he had been holding in. Hot semen gushed out in thick pulses, soaking Masa's hand and splattering across the bedsheets.
"Haa... haa..." Hans collapsed, face buried in her chest, utterly spent. Masa lifted her sticky hand and casually wiped the semen across her own breasts. Honey and seed mixed into a strange, glossy sheen.
"Good boy." She laid him down and tenderly wiped between his legs with a towel, showing no sign of disgust. "You look tired. Sleep well."
Masa kissed his forehead. In his hazy consciousness, Hans thought that while young and pretty girls were nice... in the end, only Masa accepted everything and took care of him like this. 'If I were to marry... it would have to be someone like Masa...'
Comfort. Relief. Hans slipped into a deep sleep. Listening to his quiet breathing, Masa twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. A chilling smile curved her lips.
"That's right... You can play outside all you want." She murmured softly into his sleeping ear. "In the end, the one who feeds you and sleeps beside you will always be me."
Masa inhaled deeply at the nape of his neck. The faint scents of other females lingered there, but soon they would be covered by her own. "You... are mine forever."
In the darkened room, Masa's eyes gleamed stickier than honey.
***
The next morning, thanks to Masa's devoted—or perhaps sadistic—nursing, Hans descended to the first floor feeling lighter than usual. The swelling in his tongue had subsided, and the rawness inside his mouth had eased considerably thanks to the honey's effects.
His steps faltered as he entered the lobby. An unpleasant sound was coming from the kitchen.
Scrape— scrape— The sharp sound of a kitchen knife being sharpened on a whetstone. Hans peeked through the gap in the kitchen door. Chef Ben was grinding a massive cleaver with a blank expression. Sensing his gaze, Ben slowly raised his head.
'That position should have been mine.'
Ben's grip tightened. The sound of the blade scraping the stone grew rougher. "The meat... must be very tough. I'll have to boil it thoroughly."
Ben's low mutter echoed in Hans's ears like an auditory hallucination. A chill ran down his spine. Hans quickly hurried toward the inn's entrance. 'That man... he's going to cause trouble soon.'
…Just as he reached for the door, it burst open from the outside with a clamor.
"Kyaaah! Mari, look! That's the man I told you about!" A girl in an excessively frilled pink dress rushed in, accompanied by her maid. It was Elise, the daughter of Viscount Ludel.
The moment she spotted Hans, her eyes sparkled and she clasped both hands to her cheeks. "Oh, that haggard, melancholic gaze! Isn't that exactly how a genius mage would look after enduring the world's cruelties and secluding himself in solitude?"
She couldn't contain her admiration at the sight of his sunken eyes and pale complexion. "His eyes are identical to the male lead in the novel The Black Mage Who Loved the Saint! A noble soul hiding a tragic past and settling in a rural village... Ahh!"
The maid Mari, who had followed behind, bowed with a dry voice. "My lady, to my eyes he merely appears to be a wandering adventurer whose vitality has been drained from chasing women all night, leaving dark circles beneath his eyes. It would be wise to distinguish between novels and reality for the sake of the viscount family's honor."
"Mari! You have no sense of romance! Can't you feel that noble aura?" Elise approached Hans and grabbed both his hands. Thanks to her low-cut dress that pushed her breasts together, her pale cleavage was laid bare right before his eyes. The swaying curves filled his vision completely.
'Whoa... breasts... hehe...' Hans didn't hear a single word of Elise's romantic speech. His base instincts were fixed solely on the ample bosom before him.
Elise, unaware that his gaze was locked on her chest, marveled at the brutal kiss marks on his neck. "Oh, these marks on your neck...! Are they the painful brand of a tragic family curse? Or an honorable medal earned from battling monsters in solitude? I can feel your suffering at my fingertips!"
Mari let out a deep sigh and muttered, "Anyone can see those are marks from being pinched or bitten hard. My lady, the name of that 'curse' is most likely an affair, so please stop and deliver your message."
Elise produced a fragrant pink invitation and tucked it into Hans's breast pocket. "I want to hear the tale of your turbulent adventures directly at my tea party. Tomorrow afternoon, come to my estate!"
With a hum, Elise swept out of the inn like the wind. Mari remained and bowed politely to Hans. "I apologize. Our young lady has never heard the word 'no' since birth, so common sense does not apply to her."
Her voice sounded utterly exhausted. "If you do not come, she will turn the entire estate into a tragic heroine's playground. For the sake of our peaceful daily lives, please do attend. I beg you."
Once Mari had also departed, Hans stood there blankly holding the invitation. At that moment, he felt a chilling presence behind him. The sound of a dishcloth being wrung out came from the counter— the scream of tough fabric being torn.
"Hans... I really can't take my eyes off you for even a moment." Masa spoke from behind the counter in a low, icy voice. "A shrine maiden wasn't enough, so now you've set your sights on the young lady of the lord's household? Truly... remarkable stamina. Isn't that right?"
Under Masa's murderous glare, Hans swallowed dryly, feeling a very real threat to his survival—that he might dry up and die at the inn tonight before he could even visit the estate tomorrow.
***
At the same time, in the Magic Tower at the imperial capital.
"This is a noble field study to investigate magical mutations!" After a fierce argument with the Tower Master, Yuria finally secured permission to travel to Ludel Village. She returned to her lab and threw off her drab mage robe.
"Wait for me there, Karen. That so-called sacred fountain or whatever it is... I'll verify it myself."
Before leaving the village, Yuria made a bold decision at a clothing shop. She purchased a flashy outfit she would never normally wear—one that exposed her cleavage and featured a deep side slit. Standing before the mirror, she recalled her changed appearance and the descriptions in Karen's letter.
'A transparent liquid gushed out...'
A smile mixed with lewd curiosity spread across Yuria's lips. "I'll prove that miracle too."
With an excited heart, Yuria boarded the carriage bound for Ludel. Another massive storm was approaching the small western village of Ludel.