Chapter 396
Chapter 396
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 396
Chapter Title: Harpy Lady
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"So, after three whole weeks, you've finally come to see me?"
Lisha, back in her true form, sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, chin resting on her hand, gazing down at me languidly.
All I could do was kneel before her and bow my head. Beneath that laziness, there was surely anger simmering.
Lisha overflowed with maternal warmth and affection, but the moment she got upset, it flipped in an instant. Two sides of a coin... It was the fatal charm of the girl who embodied both the innocence of youth and the allure of a woman, but right now, it was just plain deadly.
"What are you thinking so deeply about?"
"...I-I'm sorry, Lisha."
I conveyed my guilty feelings in a voice barely above a whisper.
I hadn't expected the trip to drag on so long, and even after returning, with my body shared between others, I couldn't come right away. I'd waited for her response in that state.
I could partially sense her thoughts, but I couldn't read Lisha's mind. What on earth was she thinking right now?
Lisha paused for a moment before speaking in a low tone.
"Didn't you say ten days? It's been three weeks now. Even if I swore my love to you, forgiving the sin of lying so boldly won't be easy. Well, go on—tell me why you were late."
"Well... I set out expecting ten days..."
I explained about the Fog Plains from my nightmare, the ambush by those inhuman bandit killers, the fierce battle that ended with me securing the meteorite, and how I collapsed from exhaustion once I returned.
I also honestly admitted that I'd planned to visit yesterday but got too caught up spending time with Karin and couldn't make it.
Lisha listened silently to my story.
"Lisha, please forgive me. It wasn't intentional at all... The schedule just got messed up, that's all."
"..."
"A-are you very angry?"
I cautiously gauged her mood. Our eyes met, and she stared straight at my face before sighing and replying.
"...Haa. I'm not particularly angry. It was just a bit hard waiting. Do you know how much I've been worrying since the tenth day?"
"I'm sorry for making you worry... I have nothing to say."
"You seem to know you're sorry. But coming this late is hard to forgive. Not only late, but making me worry like this..."
I lowered my head again. I couldn't utter a word.
Lisha continued speaking to the back of my head.
"It would be nice if you never left my side."
Her tone carried real weight.
A chill ran down my neck.
"L-Lisha! I'm sorry!"
I leaped forward like a frog and rubbed my face against her calf. Compared to her cool expression and snow-white skin, her legs were incredibly warm.
I rubbed my face desperately, begging for mercy.
As I clung to her calf, Lisha stroked my head. When I looked up at the touch, her anger seemed somewhat subsided. She cupped my face and spoke in a gentle tone.
"It doesn't matter to me how many wives you have. As long as we're face-to-face like this, I'm satisfied... I don't mind that you went to see that girl Karin before me right after returning."
"..."
"But coming after four days—not even one or two? Dragging it out that long, how could I not feel like blaming you?"
I'd come way too late and pissed off Lisha. Four days? What the hell was I thinking? She continued with a hint of pity.
"I've lived quite a long time, but I don't think any wait has ever felt this endless. Come here."
"Yes."
I moved to sit beside her as instructed, and Lisha leaned her head on my shoulder. As she did, she grabbed my chin and turned my face toward her.
"Haa, seeing your face makes me not even mad. What have you done to me? I wasn't like this before..."
"I-I'm sorry... I won't do it again... Lisha..."
Guilt hit me like a tidal wave.
"Be more careful from now on. I worry too, you know. If the worrying piles up... who knows what I might do. I can't just force you to be my familiar and chain you here, can I?"
"Gasp!"
Lisha, who'd been speaking gently, suddenly emphasized "familiar" with a wicked inflection. Startled, I buried my face in her chest.
"Teeeeeng!!!"
"...Relax. I have no intention of doing that. You might sense a bit of obsession, but it's fine."
I really thought she might do it.
"For now."
Like an ostrich fleeing reality by shoving its head in the sand, I screamed into the space between her breasts.
"I'll forgive you this once. Stop yelling into my chest—it tickles."
"Thank you!"
I'd been forgiven, thankfully. No more slip-ups like this. I need to stick to schedules rigorously.
"Well then... as usual..."
At some point, Lisha had a vial in hand. She downed it in one gulp and undid the front of her top. Her breasts were swollen full of milk.
Perfectly shaped, and already leaking from the nipples.
"Won't you... drink?"
"Lisha."
Yes. Lisha always gave me boundless happiness for free. I sprang up from the sofa and stood before her. I could hear her heartbeat. She was anticipating it greatly, as always.
I loved drinking her milk, but Lisha enjoyed nursing me just as much.
Today, I'll return the favor.
"H-Hyaa?!"
I grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs wide. Then I lifted and pushed them up. Her knees and calves hit the sofa backrest.
"W-what are you trying to do?!"
Her black lace panties—lewdly designed—were fully exposed. She was wearing something this cute underneath...! My lust exploded in an instant.
"Kieeeek!!!"
Letting out a feral roar, I bit the panties with my teeth, tore them off, and dove for her nectar below instead of the milk above.
"Kyaaaaang!!!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I carried the utterly wrecked Lisha to the second-floor bed and stepped outside.
The world was already tinged orange.
"No thirst for a while."
My belly was stuffed.
"Oh, forgot the wand."
I'd released as much semen as I'd drunk, but still, with all that milk, I probably wouldn't need food anytime soon.
Back at the inn, Cloudy and Winia greeted me. Cloudy hugged me, asking if the meeting went well, while Winia gleamed with intent to monopolize me from now on.
Just another day in the routine.
"Right, Blackie."
It was the next morning.
"Today, come with me to get the meteorite appraised."
As I received Winia's usual morning cowgirl ride, talk of the meteorite came up.
"Ah, the meteorite. That's the top priority. But how much will it fetch?"
"Meteorites are rare on the market, so it'll be pricey no matter what."
Meteor iron itself was valuable, so with good luck, it'd pay well. Worst case, even low-grade rare metal would still be decently expensive.
"But is it okay for me to go to the Magic Tower? Trouble happened last time."
"That bitch throwing a fit?"
"Yeah."
"What're you worried about? I'm here. Blackie, I'm a mage. A damn good one. No one messes with me."
"True. Winia is the best, after all."
I said, grabbing her breasts.
"Hng... Anyway, let's head out soon."
"Sure."
We finished the morning fun, showered refreshed, and prepared to leave with Winia. That's when Cloudy, rubbing her eyes sleepily, mumbled in her drowsy state.
"Winia... taking Katt out?"
"Yeah. Just a quick trip to the Magic Tower. What about you, sis?"
"...Gonna sleep. Have fun, Katt. Love you."
"Sleep well."
Cloudy turned into a sleepyhead on days off. Winia and I headed out. As soon as we did, she hummed happily and clung to me.
"Blackie, just the two of us feels so good."
"Me too."
"Quick, piggyback me."
"You got it."
I hoisted Winia onto my back and headed for the Magic Tower. My heart was already full thinking about the meteorite. How much would it be worth?
At least 20 silvers, I figured.
"Winia, comfy ride?"
"Yeah. Pretty good. Wide back's nice."
"I love your tits against my back."
"Heehee. Pervert."
"Why pervert again?"
We chatted as we went.
Winia brought up Karin. I answered her questions, and she said we'd meet next time. Once Karin talk ended, it shifted to Lisha.
"Skilled dark mage. Not sure how skilled, though."
"Dark mage... You called her a witch?"
"Just a label. What's the criteria for witch anyway?"
"Any female dark mage is a witch."
"That's the kind of stereotype that births the KKK."
"KKK? What's that?"
"Something from my world. Anyway, not all dark mages are bad, right?"
"Hmm... True enough. If she were bad, I wouldn't be like this with her."
"Exactly."
And just like that, we arrived at the Magic Tower. I set Winia down and trailed behind her tiny frame like a kid hiding.
There were a few glances, but no mages tried to hassle me. Was Roel around? That'd be trouble. I didn't want another scene like last time.
We ventured deeper into the tower.
"Blackie, sit here... Nah. Just stick behind me."
"I wanna be carried."
"Heehee. Quit it. Stay right on my tail."
Deeper in, various mages went about their business. I stuck close to Winia's back and headed to the counter.
"Blackie, the meteorite."
"Here."
I handed it over, and Winia chatted with the mage at the counter.
"Here for a rare metal appraisal. Available now?"
"One moment... Name?"
"Winia."
"Yes, Mage Winia. Please wait."
The staffer vanished somewhere. After a short wait, he returned and said to go to the second floor for appraiser Netra.
"Can I go up to the second floor too?"
"Why not? Blackie's my husband, accompanying me."
"Got it."
We climbed the spiral stairs together.
The Magic Tower was surprisingly spacious for a tower. Probably packed with this world's top architecture.
Spacious meant tall, too.
Lots of capacity.
The second floor was quieter than the first. As we arrived, a woman in a white blouse and black vest approached.
"Looking for someone?"
"Where's Appraiser Netra?"
I answered roughly, and she pointed the way. Following it, we found a green-haired glasses woman who screamed "appraiser." Winia approached and presented the meteorite.
"What's this?"
"Meteorite. Want its exact value."
"Oh, right—the meteorite that fell near the trade city... This it?"
"Yep."
The appraiser adjusted her glasses and examined it. She took it with gloved hands and scrutinized closely.
"Hmm, meteorite... Gonna need equipment. Booked solid, so about three days. Okay?"
"Appraisal fee... May I see your mage ID?"
"Here."
"Hmm, Mage Winia... Fine. With discount, 15 silvers."
Holy shit! 15 silvers for appraisal!
"Sounds good."
Winia paid the advance without batting an eye. The appraiser wrote a receipt, stamped it, and handed it over. Come back in three days.
We took the receipt and bolted outside.
"Whoa, damn. 15 silvers for appraisal? If we're unlucky, we lose money."
"You worry too much, Blackie. It'll be fine."
Perfectly plausible concern.