Chapter 222: Rest (5)
Chapter 222: Rest (5)
Did you know?
They say that while platypuses have good eyesight, their eyes are positioned upward, so they can't see anything beneath their beaks.
It’s an animal that perfectly embodies the saying, "It’s darkest under the lamp."
But humans aren't much different. We’re sad creatures who repeat the same mistakes even after coming up with such clever proverbs.
"Senior Fay… why…!"
"Heh-t! That’s a stupid question, Junior."
Fay grinned, her eyes half-hidden behind her long bangs. However, the corners of her mouth were twitching strangely.
It felt as if she were desperately trying to suppress something, but struggling to do so.
I glared at her with wide eyes, but Fay ignored my gaze and continued.
"I just needed a test subject."
"You could have just tested it on yourself, Senior!"
"He-he-het…."
Instead of answering my shout, Fay slowly lifted her head. As her face was revealed from behind her hair, our eyes met.
Fay’s dark pupils were trembling violently, just like mine.
"…Senior Fay. Don't tell me?"
"The test subject… isn't just you, Junior…."
Fay looked like she was struggling even to speak. Behind her sat a suspicious-looking device.
Whirrrrrrrrr—
The device was busy making a reciprocating motion, emitting a vibration loud enough to be a nuisance.
A rod of a very familiar size was relentlessly scraping the inside of a long cylinder.
To put it bluntly, it looked like a dildo had been shoved into an onahole and was being pistoned by something like a massage gun.
There was nothing inherently wrong with the object itself. We weren't outside; we were inside a VIP room.
If you walk around naked outside, you're a madman, but if you live naked inside your own home, it's just a lifestyle choice, right?
So the problem wasn't the indecency, but the function itself.
That thing. It was the sensory-linked magical tool I had requested the other day.
"I specifically asked you to only make the onahole, Senior Fay!"
"Think about it, Junior! If you've made a pussy, don't you naturally want to make a dick too?! And once you've made it, you want to stick it in, and once it's in, you want to shake it!"
"T-That might be true, but… anyway, we've confirmed it works properly, so please stop it now. The stimulation is stronger than I thought, and I'm in a bit of a dangerous spot right now."
"…I can't."
"What?"
"…I can't do it. The stimulation is too much for me too. If I move, I feel like I'm going to lose it."
"No. What the hell."
I let out a hollow laugh in disbelief, but only for a moment. Soon, realizing the gravity of the situation, I asked again in a serious voice.
"Are you serious?"
"I'm serious."
"For real, for real?"
"For real, for real."
"……."
"……."
Reconfirmation. Then silence. At the end of it, we only returned to the starting point.
"How could you do this to me, Senior! You said it would be finished if I just gave you a drop of blood, so I trusted you and gave it!"
"It is finished, isn't it?! It was the completion of a dildo in your size, though!"
The heated argument continued for quite a while. But in the end, it always came back to: We have to turn that thing off, but how do we get over there to do it?
I realized this would never end… no, in the worst-case scenario, I was going to wet myself right here, so I let out a deep sigh.
Actually, finishing in front of Fay wasn't a big deal. It was something that had happened several times before.
The problem was doing it in my pants, and for some reason, this confrontational atmosphere had formed.
I don't want to lose to Fay…! That strange psychological trigger was making me stubborn.
Fay was probably thinking the same thing.
"Senior Fay. You're wearing a skirt, so can't you just take off your panties, go once, and then quickly go turn it off?"
"Junior… do you think you could hold back if you saw my lower half in this state?"
"Ah."
There was a high probability I’d lose it instantly. But we couldn't stay like this forever. Honestly, I was starting to get tired.
I had planned to send the other women down to the beach below the cliff first, then head down with just the tanning lotion and Fay, but I never expected to be tied up like this.
I let go of my pointless competitive streak and grabbed my waistband.
"Fine. Then I'll just take mine off and go."
Even if I could clean up with Clean magic, it’s incredibly uncomfortable to finish inside your pants. Especially since I have quite a large volume.
Why do men find things that come out of their own bodies so unpleasant…?
Just as I was sighing inwardly and about to lower my pants.
"N-No!"
Fay screamed again, stopping me. When I looked at her, wondering what was wrong, she continued with an expression that looked like she was dying of embarrassment.
"If… if you strip, I'll lose it…."
"……."
When I stared at her, Fay avoided my gaze. What is this?
Freeze! Move and I'll cum! Is that it?
Whirrrrr—
As it grew quiet, the sound of the vibration returned. I snapped out of it and asked cautiously.
"Then… shall we strip at the same time?"
"……Okay."
Afterward. I came out properly changed.
*
The main chapter of the Righteous Church of Light. The Solari Grand Temple was built on a cliff by the sea.
It’s the spot with the best view of the sun at the easternmost tip of the Eurelia Continent. That’s why tourists flock there to see the sunrise on New Year’s Day, apparently.
I heard the donations they get from giving out blessings and renting out spots are quite lucrative… but that’s not what’s important right now.
The point is that the Solari Grand Temple is located on a scenic beach, and this area is blessed by the Righteous Light, so the sunlight is excellent.
In other words, if you just go down the cliff, you’ll find the perfect tanning spot.
I decided to borrow a place for the day where the Pope’s private villa was built—it was a bit secluded but had great sunlight.
The goal, of course, was to have the others get the same tan I had promised them before.
There was a bit of an accident, but regardless, I packed what I needed and headed down to the beach with Fay.
Elisha, who spotted us first, came running over and asked.
"Darling? Miss Fay? Why are you so late? And I see your clothes have changed. Don't tell me you two were secretly doing something again…."
"Hey. It’s nothing like that."
"T-That’s right. Nothing happened with the Junior. There was just a bit of a problem…."
"A problem?"
Elisha tilted her head. Fay laughed awkwardly and waved her hand.
"It’s… fine. It’s all settled now. M-More importantly, I brought this, so let’s try it out quickly!"
"So this is that cream."
Elisha took a small container of tanning lotion from Fay, her expression turning subtle.
"To be honest, I’m not really feeling up to this."
"Don't tell me you're going back on your promise now…."
When I widened my eyes and looked at her with a deliberately wistful expression, Elisha avoided my gaze and nodded.
"I understand. A promise is a promise, so I'll do it. Everyone! Yandel is here, so come out!"
At Elisha's shout, Iris, who was inside the villa, and Carla and Iona, who were playing separately a short distance away, approached us.
Before that, I should set up the sunbeds.
Whether on Earth or here, people think alike; there was similar furniture available, though the materials and prices differed.
I took the sunbeds out of my inventory and set them up for everyone, then handed out heart-shaped stickers and thongs.
"Master. This is…?"
"It’s clothes."
"Clothes?"
Iris’s reaction seemed to omit the words, This piece of crap?
I shrugged and jerked my chin to the side. Receiving my signal, Fay let out a sigh but nodded.
Rustle. Slide. Thud.
Fay quickly shed the clothes she had just changed into, standing there in her underwear.
However, that "underwear" consisted of nothing more than a thong and nipple patches.
In exchange for forgiving her for making a dildo in my size and linking our senses, I made her tan in the outfit I designated.
The other women were horrified at the sight of Fay with nothing but heart-shaped stickers on the tips of her massive breasts.
I turned to them and pulled the corners of my mouth into a grin.
"You can't get a tan while wearing clothes, right? So I prepared these… oh, of course, I have other versions too, so don't worry."
I continued as I pulled various other swimsuits I had prepared from my inventory.
"I designated Senior Fay's outfit for various reasons, but the rest of you can feel free to wear whatever you like."
" " "……." " "
The women couldn't say a word, looking back and forth between me, the clothes, and Fay.
But once again, it was Carla who broke the awkward silence.
"Um…."
She lightly raised her hand, and when our eyes met, she curved her ruby eyes into a beautiful crescent shape.
"I'll wear whatever you choose for me, Master. What do you think would suit me?"
It was a submissive attitude, as if she were leaving all judgment entirely to me and would simply follow.
Of course, behind that was the hidden message that since I was the one choosing, I had to take responsibility and dote on her.
In that case, I should choose according to my tastes as much as possible.
"Let's see… Carla, I think this would look good on you."
After a moment of thought, I handed her a blue bikini with a pareo attached to the bottom.
"Wow… that’s a bit unexpected."
"Huh? What is?"
"I thought for sure you would make me wear something incredibly lewd, Master."
"Hmph. Carla, you don't know anything. 'Lewd' and 'suits you' are two different things."
"Did you think this would suit me? In what way?"
"This was the only swimsuit that matched the blue flower ornament you always wear in your hair while highlighting your overall delicate body lines."
When I spent a good while explaining exactly how and why it was pretty, her face turned bright red and she nodded vigorously.
Yes. It seems she’s convinced by my rational choice.
As I was nodding with pride, for some reason, the rest of the women began to creep closer.
"…You want me to pick for you guys too?"
Tsk.
Cosmetics obsession is only fun when you do it according to your own taste!