Sargadis's Newlywed Home (8)
It was the day after the frenzied sex party had ended.
“You fucking beast of a bastard. Thanks to my dick-wielding thug of a husband, I’ve had to blow every last bit of my recovery magic on my crotch. It’s so goddamn annoying,” Dana grumbled the moment she regained consciousness, casting healing magic across her body.
—Kuooh.
Dana sat with her legs pressed together in an unusually feminine pose, directing healing magic straight into her semen-drenched pussy. It was only natural. The girl had lost her virginity just a week ago, yet she had been pounded for four straight hours while squirting nonstop. No former virgin pussy could survive that kind of abuse and still be fine. Was that thing made of vibranium?
“Fucking cum-pig bastard… You really produce a lot…”
Dana stroked her now-deflated groin. Her fingers came away glistening with fresh semen.
“Here’s a towel. Wipe yourself and let’s head to the bath together.”
Franc handed Dana the towel that had become an absolute essential whenever she slept with me. Dana took it, but the glare she sent over made it clear she wasn’t exactly grateful.
“…Franc. Isn’t this like giving someone the disease and then handing them the medicine?”
“I-is it? Hehehe.”
At Dana’s accusation, Franc feigned innocence. After all, she had challenged me last night only to lose instantly to my cock and switch straight to moaning like a slut. She was a complete traitor.
I searched for a towel to clean my own dick and said, “If you’re that unhappy, challenge me again next time. A champion doesn’t dodge a fight.”
“Champion my ass. Your dick’s only a thug because of magic, isn’t it?”
—Press. Press.
Dana stepped on my crouched back with her foot. If she was going to leak cum from her crotch while doing that, of course I’d get hard first thing in the morning.
“Then I’ll take you on with just two fingers. I’ve been wanting to try this 69 position thing anyway.”
—Wiggle. Wiggle.
When I wiggled the golden fingers that had conquered Dana’s pussy in three minutes flat, our dear lady frowned.
“You fucking bastard… Getting it rock hard from the morning and talking big like that.”
“Heh. Isn’t it nice to see something so healthy?”
“Nice my ass. It’s disgusting. Looking at that thing will turn anyone into a pervert.”
Dana lay across Franc’s lap and covered her eyes. The naked bodies of two completely opposite beauties intertwined—their negligees had been discarded halfway through the night—making my balls feel heavy and full from the morning already. I desperately wanted to jump right between them.
“It’s not disgusting, it’s a dick, sis. Say it with me. Dick.”
“Dick, pussy, sex, you fucker.”
“Ugh. My dick’s gonna burst.”
“Sick~o.”
Dana teased the line of my jaw with her toes. Franc, pinned beneath Dana’s stomach, giggled softly. Watching my wives—who had cum their brains out on my cock the night before—acting all cocky in the morning filled me with life. Ah, this was exactly why I became the patriarch.
“Nord. I’ll clean it for you.”
At that moment, Franc slipped out from under Dana, who had been using her like a human paperweight, and knelt in front of me. Then she took my fully erect cock into her mouth without using her hands at all.
“Haum.”
—Slurp.
Franc licked the shaft like it was a lollipop, carefully cleaning every trace of semen even though I had already wiped it roughly. I was genuinely surprised.
“F-Franc. You really don’t have to go this far.”
She had never performed such a devoted cleaning blowjob for me before. After releasing the glans from her mouth, Franc ran her tongue along the shaft and thoroughly cleaned the sensitive area where the balls met the base.
“Slurp… I… will have my dangerous period soon… slurp… so I wanted to practice the things Nord likes… lick…”
Dangerous period? Oh, right. I had mentioned paying attention to contraception yesterday. It had been quite a while since Franc and I first got together, so her cycle was due to return.
—Slurp, slurp.
Franc spoke and immediately returned to her devoted cleaning. After sucking the entire length clean, she pressed her pursed lips against my urethra.
—Gulp. Gulp.
—Swallow.
All the semen still lingering in the surprisingly long urethra poured onto Franc’s tongue.
“…Chu.”
Franc covered her mouth as she swallowed, then gave the tip of my glans a light kiss like a finishing signal. After that she rubbed her cheek affectionately against my shaft.
“There. All clean now, right?”
Franc smiled with her eyes as if she had accomplished some great feat. The sight of her cute face stained with semen was so erotic it nearly drove me insane.
“…………Huu. Franc? You don’t have any plans today, do you?”
“Hehe. No can do. Nord’s semen lasts such a long time. We need to go look at the new house starting from lunchtime.”
“Ah, damn it.”
After all that service, no sex? Fuck. What kind of new torture was this? Even a ninety-nine-year-old Nord who lacked the strength to lift a spoon would have his dick rise like a phoenix from that kind of treatment, yet insertion was forbidden!
This is insanely vicious. Even Satan himself would take notes.
If a succubus performed a blowjob like that and then abandoned her partner right before climax, even the most cock-starved Viking bastard would spend three days counting every wrinkle on his father’s balls.
“Sis. Are you busy today?”
“Did you already forget about the map you picked up in the ruins?”
Fuck. That’s right. It looked like Dana would be busy for a while too.
“Let’s meet at the housing management office around lunchtime. I’ll come after I finish work.”
“Nord, don’t leave the inn just because you’re bored staying by yourself, okay? I’ll be back soon!”
With those words, Dana and Franc headed off to bathe. Left feeling dejected, I wiped my cock—the one Franc had so lovingly cleaned—with a towel and carefully sealed it back inside my underwear.
Long live the king, partner.
After obtaining the mithril spear, one new routine had been added to my daily schedule: good-morning lancer training to polish my spearmanship.
“Potato~ potato~ king potato~.”
I hummed cheerfully as I headed toward the well that served as my personal gym. Once I found a new house, I would probably have to say goodbye to this familiar spot just like the inn room. Since I planned to look for a rental in Sargadis starting today, I intended to eat after finishing my brunch training.
—Splash, splash.
But someone had arrived at the well before me and was in the middle of doing laundry. I tapped the spear shaft against my shoulder, then widened my eyes at the figure from behind.
“Larilura?”
“Hyaaak?!”
The pink-haired girl who let out that strange scream was unmistakably Larilura no matter how you looked at her. I had knocked on her door earlier to ask if she had eaten, but there had been no answer. To think she was here.
“S-s-senior?! Why are you here?!”
Larilura hurriedly hid the laundry, looking anxious. Finding it strange, I answered anyway.
“To practice spearmanship. I need to get used to the new weapon, right?”
“A-ahaha♡! How diligent of you, senior! But, um, I’m using it first right now, so could you wait just a few minutes?”
Larilura, who for some reason had heavy dark circles under her eyes, said this while pushing the laundry basket backward with her heels.
What’s this about?
I noticed that Larilura was trying to hide the laundry. Was she washing underwear? But why starting from lunchtime? It was curious, but it didn’t seem like something I should pry into.
I set the spear down on the ground. “Well, if I’m in the way, should I go back upstairs and come later?”
“No no! I actually have some business with you! I tried to visit this morning but couldn’t! Ahem. Just wait quietly, okay? Got it?”
—Dash!
Larilura hurried up to the second floor carrying the laundry hidden behind her back.
“…She came to our room this morning?”
I looked at the laundry basket—which had no dirty water in it at all—and tapped my forehead.
That girl must have eavesdropped on the sounds coming from our room.
For starters, the Spring’s Shelter we were staying at was an inn with proper soundproofing. But if someone who could handle mana focused their hearing, the story changed. If Larilura had seriously tried to listen in, there was no way she wouldn’t have heard anything.
Until now she hadn’t noticed even when Franc and I went wild in the room, but today the timing must have been the absolute worst. Still, she wasn’t some middle-school kid in puberty. Why was she eavesdropping on other people’s sex?
…Ah, right. She is a girl in puberty.
I wasn’t sure if a nineteen-year-old (estimated) could still be called that, but this was a different world without internet. Sexual education here was even worse than in 21st-century South Korea, and acquiring related knowledge was awkward. If she was an innocent nineteen-year-old who had never even seen porn, it couldn’t be helped that she got her underwear wet listening to the sex sounds of the older sister and brother she knew.
After coming to the door and hearing that, she must have returned to her room and strained her ears. The earthquake in her pupils when she looked at me and those dark circles were extremely obvious evidence.
I should pretend I don’t know about this.
It would be embarrassing for both of us if Larilura realized I had noticed. Thinking that, I waited for her to return.
“Senior! You waited, right!”
Larilura came back holding a booklet. The cover was extremely old. Was it the Crown Crown book we had obtained last time? I shook my head.
“No, I literally just got here too.”
“You really did just arrive. Hmm. So, about that…”
Larilura cleared her throat and lifted the booklet to cover her face. Her face was so small that the fist-sized book hid half of it.
“Senior? How much do you charge per day?”
How much for me? I tilted my head sideways.
“I’m a rare specimen, you know. The compensation is expensive.”
“How much?”
“Back in my prime it was two silver for a three-year lease.”
Ah, graduate student! Cheaper than shoes! It would be a close fight against a size 3.5 Ringling arm.
“Two silver? For three years?”
At my answer Larilura’s eyes widened, then she clapped her hands in delight.
“Then can I rent you for about three hundred years☆!”
“Beep beep—. This product has already been sold. More importantly, what would you even do renting a guy who turns thirty the day after tomorrow for three hundred years?”
“Ahaha♡! It’s a joke, a joke~.”
Larilura laughed loudly as if something was incredibly funny. Then she opened the book she had been using to hide her face.
“This is the book I got last time. It’s written in old speech so I can’t understand the meaning. So, you know♡? I was thinking it would be nice if senior could teach me~!”
Larilura shot me an eye-smile while acting cute. I shook my head, unable to stop her, and moved only my eyes to read the book. Thanks to my eagle-like enhanced vision, I could make out the letters clearly even from here.
“You can come closer if you want~?”
When I didn’t move, Larilura came closer to me instead. I deciphered the text and said, “I can read it. Want me to translate and write it down for you?”
“Ah, don’t do that! I’ve already written down the words I don’t know☆! It would be great if senior could teach me whenever you have time~.”
Larilura stared into my eyes as she spoke. I simply smiled and shrugged.
“I wanted to read it too, so come anytime. Money’s not necessary.”
“Ah? Really? Is it really okay?”
The moment I said it was free, Larilura latched on immediately. The reason for her joy probably wasn’t the free lessons, though.
“Yes. But my wives and I are thinking about moving. It might be a bit far from the inn—is that okay?”
I hadn’t decided on the exact location yet, so I didn’t know the distance either. At my words Larilura jumped in surprise.
“M-moving? Where? Where are you going?”
“Not far. Since Dana has taken the position of Sargadis research director, we’re going to settle down here completely. You know we have plenty of money, right?”
“A-aha! You mean you’re buying a house? I thought I was being abandoned here all by myself☆!”
“Are you a pet? Moving doesn’t mean we’re abandoning you.”
Well, if she really were a pet I would obviously take her along. Thinking that, I took the book from Larilura and skimmed through it.
The contents were nothing special, exactly as the archaeologist from the Hermaion Guild had said. It explained ways to draw the audience’s attention and described outdated acrobatics and gags from the old days. Compared to how useful the other books had been, this one felt extremely worthless.
“Hey. It’s hard to say, but this doesn’t look very useful.”
“Really, senior~. Judging everything by whether it’s helpful or not is a bad habit, you know?”
Larilura put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry. It was closer to joking than real anger, but the words themselves were completely correct, leaving me speechless.
“What? Why is this girl suddenly making such a valid point?”
“Ahaha♡! Could you please remove the ‘suddenly’ part~?”
After chatting with Larilura like that, I ate a late lunch with Franc, who had returned from her bath. Then we waited until the clock struck twelve and headed to the government office.
In Britannia, most land in a territory belonged to the lord. When a resident wanted to buy a house, they purchased a ‘building lease certificate’ to obtain ownership. It was roughly similar to the concept of a jeonse rental.
Therefore we had to go through the government office to obtain the lord’s permission. When the clearly identified research director Dana and I—who had received tax exemption rights last time—said we wanted the same house, everything proceeded smoothly.
“This is the catalog. Please take your time browsing.”
The government office staff placed a leather-bound catalog on the table and left us alone. They knew choosing a house took time.
While examining the listings, we found a building with suitable conditions.
“How about this one? It’s a two-story house with a locked underground storage.”
A two-story house that had been listed for two months! The floor space was large enough for several people to live comfortably. There was also a yard where I could train magic or spearmanship.
What I liked most was that the building came with its own bathroom. When Franc and Dana read that line, their faces turned red as if they had glimpsed their future together. It was priceless.
I jotted down the candidate houses, called the staff member over, and asked.
“Could we go see this house?”