Chapter 380
Chapter 380
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 380
Chapter Title: Colors from Space
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In the valley where the sun was dipping low, I watched the girls washing themselves. Cloudy, catching my eye, waved her hand.
I'd laid out towels and underwear for them to use once they were done, but damn, their lingerie was something else.
Cloudy had a bunch of panties that were basically just strings, and Winia's bra looked like it could double as a beanie without anyone batting an eye.
I was seriously impressed.
Of course, I hadn't forgotten to set out something for Alraune too. The creepy, life-filled flower still looked plump and gorgeous. It had grown quite a bit since I'd first harvested it.
Time to feed it?
I was already rock hard, so it felt like the perfect moment... though part of me hesitated, this was my routine, so skipping it wasn't an option.
I dropped my pants right away and shook my throbbing cock. Spotting it from across the way, Cloudy struck a pose and blew me a kiss.
"Ahh! Mama!"
That was too fucking good!!!
Winia, seeing the whole thing, splashed water at Cloudy. I, meanwhile, sprayed my load all over Alraune.
Grow up nice and pretty for me, Alraune.
"Blacky! Towels!"
"Here."
I handed towels to the girls as they emerged from the water.
This really felt like a vacation.
"Whew, I thought you were just jerking off for fun, but you were feeding Alraune. Good job. Not sure what we'll do with it yet, but we gotta raise it with care."
"Obviously. Just leave it to me."
All it really took was watering it or a quick wank anyway.
"Yeah, Blacky's dick is super reliable."
"Pfft pfft."
"Wanna hear Blacky's pussy sounds?"
"That's dick sounds, you moron."
"I'm dead, seriously."
"Ow."
Took a hit.
"Katt. Feeling refreshed?"
"Heh heh heh, thanks to you. That kiss was the best."
"Hee hee."
Cloudy said it while drying off, and even that looked insanely lewd. She was pure smut incarnate. I rubbed the spot on my head where Winia had smacked me and admired the view.
"So, wanna do it outside for old times' sake?"
"No way, even you can't suggest outdoor sex."
What a naughty mama.
"Blacky, quit daydreaming and go wash up. What are you, some wild animal pup?"
"What about the tent?"
"Hmm... that might be okay. But security-wise, no dice. Sis, hold out."
Cloudy addressed Winia, who pondered it briefly before deciding. She'd go wild in a proper inn, but even she drew the line at fooling around while camping outdoors.
Anyway, my turn to wash up.
I stripped off my gear and clothes and plunged into the water.
Splash.
"Whoa, fuck, it's freezing."
A chill wind whipped through.
I scrubbed myself thoroughly under the sunset glow. No valley nearby? Fine. But when the chance to bathe presented itself, better take it.
On long marches like this, who knew when the next opportunity would come.
Keeping that in mind, I washed up meticulously, then let the girls towel me off and help me dress.
Whoosh.
We gathered around the campfire to warm up. Coming out of that cold water, the heat felt divine.
Kinda making me sleepy.
"Chilly near the valley, huh."
The sun had fully set.
Nights weren't that cold usually, but the valley air had a bite. Made the fire all the cozier.
"Perfect time for some grilled meat."
"Yeah. Blacky, go hunt something."
"Jerky it is."
As usual, I warmed jerky over the flames and chewed away. The girls on either side leaned their heads on me.
"Feels like we're on vacation, right?"
Cloudy said, munching jerky.
Just like she said—hauling ass to a job, but with Queres carrying the load, pitching tent by a valley, and boom: vacation vibes.
"Kinda does. Last time at the sea, the carriage ride was boring as hell. Though once we got there, shit hit the fan."
"Heh, those crazy merman bastards."
Winia still held a grudge about that. Fair, but the beach fun was real—until the merfolk wrecked it.
Wonder what that sea prince's deal was.
No way to know now.
We chatted about this and that over dinner, warming by the fire. Really craving real meat. Even instant ramen sounded good, taste be damned.
"Time to crash inside."
"What about watches, Blacky?"
"You pick."
"You first, then. I'll grab a quick nap."
We brushed our teeth and sorted watches.
Me first, Winia second, Cloudy last. They said goodnight, kicked off their boots, and crawled into the tent's depths.
Looked spacious enough for two.
"Ahh, ground's cold."
"Hug Winia to sleep."
Waterproof sheets or vinyl would be nice.
All we had under was tent fabric, cloaks, and an old blanket. I tossed them another blanket. They squealed as they burrowed in.
I geared up and sat right outside the tent flap.
Slept in just clothes off-duty, but on watch? Full kit.
Night deepened.
Creak.
Tied-up Queres was sleeping soundly too.
Twinkle.
Looking up, the sky was packed with shooting stars.
Some flared bright then vanished. Meteors must be falling nearby for sure.
* * *
Like that, we hustled toward the reported meteor hotspot.
Mountain paths into valleys, repeat, with occasional monster ambushes—but unloaded, no sweat.
Day three after starting, we hit the Fog Plains, or so Winia said checking the map.
Trust her call.
"So what's this place?"
"Dunno much. Never been, never cared. Could've detoured, but this seemed faster. Map says two days straight and we're there."
"Gotcha."
Winia explained smoothly. Solid as ever. Name fit: fog was thick.
Super hazy.
"Plains," my ass—huge trees and mossy boulders everywhere, terrain bumpy too.
More like a flat-ish forest clearing.
"Hmm, fog's kinda... no, really thick. We good?"
Even Cloudy noted it. Didn't notice entering, but it thickened the deeper we went.
Realized it leaving early dawn, around lunch.
"Fog Plains makes sense now. Winia, push on or detour?"
"Ugh, tough call. Sis, bypass? Might add two-three days."
"Two-three days... better just go."
Detour that long? Nah.
"Cool. Blacky, let's roll."
"Aye."
How bad could fog be?
No recent rain, probably temporary. Not blind-level yet, so fine.
Quek.
"You weighing in too?"
Queres gave thumbs up.
We crossed the foggy plains.
Bit creepy, temps low. Tonight: tent cuddle fest.
And surprisingly, two days later, we regretted it.
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
"Lost?"
Fog worsened; no sense of direction. Didn't see that coming.
Monsters everywhere too, drake variants and beasts ambushing non-stop.
Calming bucking Queres mid-fight was a pain.
Got some meat, but lost plus mobs? Exhausting.
"What now, fuck. Stuck forever?"
Reminded me of that fog movie from childhood. Zero vis, ended with protagonist sobbing as military saved him. Memorable.
"Blacky, ideas...? Sis, any desert navigation tricks?"
"Not desert, no clue."
"Shit."
Journey dragged on.
"Eh, we'll pop out eventually. No worries. Supplies good, clothes plenty, tent solid, streams along the way."
Conditions fine, no panic.
"True, but might miss the meteors."
"Could happen. Shit happens. Slow and steady. Others probably same."
Disappointing, but better than Winia stressing. I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
"Adventure, right? Wonder why the fog."
"Named Fog Plains, so reason probably."
Cloudy? Thrilled at new spot, curious as hell.
Kept moving anyway.
Another day passed, and shit was getting real.
Creak.
Queres's rental fee gnawed at me mostly. 25 copper a day monster.
"Whoa!"
Then, lights!
"Those lights! Village?!"
Had to be! Vast land, bound to have one! I pointed; Winia and Cloudy cheered agreement.
"Village! Blacky, go go!"
"Proper rest tonight? Directions too."
"Yes! We're out!"
Village found—directions easy. Trip longer than planned, but jackpot.
Sped toward lights; stockade appeared.
Village confirmed.
Foggy village vibes.
Someone with sword at waist spotted us.
"You folks? Travelers?"
Looked like a notorious child trafficker, but hey, friendly face. I hammed up gratitude to ease suspicion.
"Oh, yes! Fog got us lost, then boom—village! We'll pay, help us out?"
"...Lost travelers, huh. Fog's brutal here; lots wander in. Happens often... Come in. We don't stiff visitors."
Plenty like us apparently.
Saved!
"Thanks! Winia! Cloudy! We're good to enter!"
"Phew, relief. Can rest now. My bad."
"Rough trip, eh? I'll guide you."
Nicer than he looked.
Followed him in.
"You, two ladies, one bird. That's it?"
"Yeah. Inn around?"
"One. Pricey, but decent. Location and fog draw guests... Was gonna close up, perfect timing."
Kekeke.
He laughed weirdly.
Thrilled for customers?
"Pricey? Savior's worth it."
"Kekeke, sharp tongue."
"Heh heh, so what keeps this village going?"
Small, but houses aplenty. Veggie patches, farmers.
Rural feel overall.
Fog made it gloomy though.
"Farming, hunting, herbs to sell. Lodging for travelers like you... Here we are. Two-story inn. Looks good, right?"
"Ooh, nice."
Girls approved too.
Two stories in a hamlet? Luxury. Proper rest, then onward.
"Bro! Got guests!"
He bellowed; bearded guy looking like an animal abuser approached, greeted us.
"Bird to stables. Boiled hay for feed?"
"Yes, please. Thanks."
Inn staff.
Dropped packs, handed Queres. Tipped 2 copper fearing abuse; he grinned, took it.
"Bro ain't out. Go on in."
Creak.
Entered inn. Clean enough.
"Bro! Guests! One guy, two gals!"
"What? Customers?!"
Middle-aged innkeeper finally rushed down from upstairs.
Saw us, grinned toothlessly.
...Dude looked like a pro torturer.
Village life uglifying everyone?
"Please take good care of us~."
I flashed my brightest smile anyway.