Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: I'll Eat Well
One advantage of Red Legion Town was that inns dotted every street.
The reason was obvious.
Whenever the urge struck, you were meant to hole up in one and rest.
"That one looks good."
He led them into the most upscale-looking establishment among the nearby options.
Upscale, that was, compared to Freya's mansion—it was downright modest.
"One room, please."
"Day use or overnight stay?"
The woman minding the counter greeted them with a smile.
Inns popular with adventurers usually matched their cheap rates with indifferent service.
A grimy-looking proprietor sauntering over to deal with guests was the norm.
But seeing a well-dressed woman at the counter suggested they'd picked a good spot.
"Overnight."
"Yes, sir. Three hundred pounds."
Expensive, just as expected.
Money wasn't an issue.
He could only hope the room quality matched the price.
As Zeke reached for his wallet in his coat's inner pocket...
"Use this to pay."
Freya, who had been pretending not to notice from behind her deeply pulled witch's hat, suddenly proffered a card.
A black card with a gold signature.
Issued personally by the imperial bank president, it went only to those with a marquis's rank or equivalent wealth.
Freya had received her ducal title from the emperor ages ago.
The title alone, of course.
She didn't handle any ducal duties.
As for her fortune... talking about it was pointless.
A millennium's worth of accumulated wealth grew exponentially.
If she wanted, she could found a kingdom.
"Give us your best room."
"Right away!"
The woman took the card with crisp enthusiasm.
Her first time seeing a black card.
Who were these people?
The face peeking from under the hat was stunningly beautiful.
Pink eyes full of mystery.
Enviable wealth aside, what she truly envied was the man at her side.
She stole a glance at him.
Great build, and handsome to boot.
Not just handsome—handsome like he'd saved a nation in a past life.
Imagining this perfect pair going at it felt strangely off-putting.
"Here you go."
She handed over a gleaming key.
"And take this, too."
The woman passed Freya a small kit.
"What's this?"
Freya eyed the kit with the innocence of utter ignorance.
Tough to answer.
It wasn't anything problematic.
But not something to declare at the front desk, either.
The woman covered her mouth with one hand and whispered.
"......Contraceptives."
Standard rooms stocked them in the bathroom, but for top-tier guests, they provided premium versions.
Aphrodisiac-laced condoms and love gel made with aphrodisiacs.
"Oh......"
Freya felt heat rush through her body.
Contraceptives.
To avoid pregnancy.
And pregnancy came from?
A man and woman making love.
More precisely, having sex.
Not always, but sex was the foundation.
Accepting these here was as good as advertising that they were about to do just that.
Not that they needed them.
No amount of semen could impregnate a witch's womb.
"No need."
Freya handed the kit back coolly.
It was meant to signal 'we're not here for that.'
But to the woman, it came off as 'we're going raw from here on out.'
Elegant and pure-looking, but wild in bed.
That was her take.
"Shall we head up?"
Zeke extended his hand like a gentleman escorting a lady.
"Y... yeah."
Freya shyly placed her hand in his and followed hesitantly.
They ascended the central staircase to the top floor.
The top suite.
It took up half the floor.
Still smaller than any room in the mansion.
"......"
"......"
The moment they entered the room, silence fell like the world had frozen.
High floor, excellent soundproofing—it was eerily quiet.
Only their awkward breaths echoed.
They'd charged in here boldly...
But like master and disciple, neither dared make the first move, standing dumbly by the door and dithering.
These things needed a man to take the lead, right?
Zeke broke the long quiet.
"Shall we wash up first?"
"Y-yeah."
She could cleanse herself with a finger snap, but bathing before sex was basic etiquette.
Mental preparation was key, too.
"But......"
Freya hesitated before the bathroom door.
"......Together?"
Just the thought sent blood surging to Zeke's groin.
"Let's wash separately for now. There's a small bathroom in the inner room—I'll use that one."
"Okay, do that."
"Alright then."
"Yeah."
They exchanged awkward farewells and headed to their respective bathrooms.
"Hoo......"
Zeke finished a quick shower and stepped onto the balcony for a smoke.
Nicotine's bite was meant to ease his tension, but the ashtray just filled up.
On his fourth cigarette, the bathroom door opened.
Steam billowed out, and Freya emerged.
Her cheeks flushed red from soaking in hot water for relaxation, heat rising from her rosy skin.
She'd wrapped herself tightly in the inn's provided robe.
Maximizing coverage, clutching the front lest the sash slip.
Fortified defenses against exposure—but the cinched sash outlined her exquisite curves starkly.
Slim waist flaring into womanly hips.
Her usual loose-skirted dresses hid it well, but Freya's hips were splendidly wide, her ass plump and full.
Of course, Zeke knew that already.
"To the bed?"
He stubbed out his cigarette and approached her.
"Y... y-yeah......"
Zeke took her wrist; Freya bowed her head and followed him to the bedroom.
Freya glanced around the bedroom.
Pink magic stone lamps illuminated the space.
A massive mirror hung directly above the bed on the ceiling.
"A mirror there? Unique decor."
"Sure is."
Thanks to mercenary tales, Zeke knew its purpose.
It reflected the act back at you for embarrassment—and that shame fueled arousal.
Another reminder: this wasn't some ordinary lodging. It was built for fucking.
"What first?"
Freya perched on the bed's edge.
"Take off the robe for starters."
"......Okay."
Having steeled herself in the bath, Freya undid the sash and let the robe slip away.
The white fabric slid off, baring skin smooth as a baby's.
First to catch the eye: a long, vertical navel.
Then teardrop-shaped breasts, perfectly formed, with pink nipples that looked like they'd harden at a touch.
Thighs pressed tight hid her mound, but the smooth expanse of lower belly leading there was sensual enough.
"H-ha... still embarrassing."
Even as she said it, Freya covered herself with her arms.
Right arm hugging her breasts.
Left overlapping her mound.
Like beholding the birth of a goddess.
"Don't cover up. Let me see."
"Eut......"
Freya squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her arms, proudly baring her nipples.
Zeke savored the sight slowly, like appraising fine art.
He gave his verdict.
"Looks delicious."
"Eh?"
Freya's eyes widened like saucers.
"That's too crude."
"Crude how?"
Zeke unbuttoned his shirt as he approached the bed.
"What's wrong with saying food looks tasty?"
"F-food...?"
"You told me to eat it first, so it's food."
"True, but......"
Zeke slipped the robe fully off her shoulders and gently laid Freya back on the bed.
He swept her cascading pink hair aside.
Caressed her flushed cheek.
Just that, and Freya twitched with a hiccup-like gasp.
"Kyak...!"
A thick hand delved into her groin.
Fondled her mound.
Gentle strokes, light grips.
Middle and ring fingers teased between plump labia, parting them left and right.
"Spreading it... hik...!"
One finger wedged inside.
The vivid sense of intrusion—even goosebumps rose.
"Still pretty tight."
He desperately wanted to thrust in right away, but rushing could hurt—and injure them both.
Foreplay came first.
They had time.
The night was long.
As Zeke probed deeper with his finger, he halted at the membrane it touched.
Her master's hymen, regenerated with Complete Regeneration just for her disciple.
No way he'd tear that with a mere finger.
Zeke shifted position.
Slid off the bed and settled between Freya's legs.
"What're you—"
"Planning to taste Master's pussy."
"The, the wording...!"
"What else do you call a pussy?"
There were politer terms.
Cruder ones, too.
This struck the right balance for now.
He spread her legs with both arms, hugging her thighs to keep them from closing.
Pink inner labia peeked from between the outer ones as her legs parted.
Zeke extended his tongue and licked.
"Hiyak...!"
Freya's ass bucked at the rough texture.
"Tasty."
"Uuu......"
Freya covered her face with both hands.
As if hiding her face would close her spread pussy.
"Huuut... ugh......"
Each exhale's hot breath tickled her clit.
His tongue tip knocked insistently at her entrance.
It tightened like refusing entry.
Zeke released her thighs and spread her pussy wide with both hands.
Inner labia unfurled like butterfly wings.
He thrust his long tongue deep inside.
-Slurp, smack, slurp
Disciple's devoted pussy-licking for his master.
Coating her insides with saliva.
Her walls clenched, as if to trap the wriggling tongue.
He stroked her lower belly to coax relaxation.
"Huuut...!"
Backfired.
Her body tensed even more.
What now?
Zeke drew on every sex tip he knew.
With the hand pulling her labia, he rubbed her clit.
Pressed firmly on the shy nub hiding under its hood.
"Haaang! Th-there...! Hng!"
It worked.
Teasing her clit loosened her pussy, letting his tongue move smoothly again.
Disciple planting deep kisses on master's pussy.
Come to think of it, he hadn't kissed her mouth.
Skipped the basics for foreplay.
Whatever.
Urgency burned hotter.
-Slurrrp! Slurp! Slurp!
Sustained ministrations coaxed honey from her honey pot.
Sweet, with a salty edge.
The hole that had bloomed with floral scents post-shower now wafted sweet female musk.
"Huuuht...!"
Freya clamped a hand over her mouth and lifted her hips.
A light climax hit.
New pleasure prickled across her skin.
To fan those embers, Zeke kept licking her pussy and rubbing her clit.
Mixed saliva and pussy juice leaked steadily, dripping down his chin.
Droplets soaked the bedsheets.
This should be enough.
Zeke pulled away and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Ah...!"
Freya, panting to steady her racing heart, jolted as her body was lifted into a straight supine pose.
Zeke crawled up and resettled between her legs.
Unbuttoned his pants.
Pulled his fully erect cock from the gap.
Placed it atop her pussy—the sight of her naked body had hardened it fully.
"Huaa... so hot......"
Its heat seeped into her.
"Master, bon appétit."
Manners mattered at meals.
Freya hesitated a moment, then spread her legs wider for easier entry and murmured shyly.
"......Eat well."