The White Mage's Fury
“Hnghhh…”
She pinched both nipples between her fingers and rubbed them in slow, teasing circles. Franc, nestled snugly in my arms, reached behind my head and clutched the back of my neck, bracing herself against the unfamiliar sensation.
“N-Nord… this feels kinda weird…”
Apparently nipples don’t yield much pleasure without proper development, regardless of gender. What Franc was feeling was probably closer to a ticklish shiver than actual ecstasy. Deciding it wasn’t worth obsessing over right now, I moved my hand down to her stomach.
Her abs were firm and well-defined beneath the smooth skin. The belly was supposedly a strategic crossroads that could lead to either the breasts or the sex. Since I’d already claimed those territories, the next destination was obvious.
“Hnn, ah!”
Whoosh—
I scooped water from the basin and poured it between her legs, scraping out the remnants inside her. Shit, I forgot to trim my nails. I moved carefully so I wouldn’t be too rough, trying to clean out the leftover semen. Squelch, squelch. The fluid clinging to my fingers was growing thicker. Being held naked like this had clearly aroused her too—her cute clit and nipples were standing stiff.
—Drip.
Surprisingly, even after nearly half a day, traces of my seed still remained inside her. Now that the mood had cooled a little, I finally felt like asking the question I’d been holding back since morning.
“Franc. Was yesterday a dangerous day?”
“D-dangerous day…?”
“…I mean, were you in your fertile window?”
Franc shook her head. Surely she at least knows how pregnancy works, right? I realized I had no idea what sex education was like in this world.
“You know you can only get pregnant around your period, yeah?”
“Y-yeah. Mom taught me that when I had my first one.”
Good, she knew the basics. Still, I decided to save questions about her cycle for later. Interrupting the heat of the moment for a biology lesson wasn’t exactly romantic.
“Got it. We probably should’ve talked about this last night anyway.”
“Ah, so when you said you wanted to do it, you meant—”
“Hnn!”
I cut her off and focused on moving my fingers instead of talking. Most of the semen that could be removed by hand had already come out. But stopping here would’ve been rude.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!
—Squirt!!
“Hnnnghhh!!”
Franc’s habit when she came was to arch her back. Still grinding her ass against my cock, she cried out and gushed water. Squirt! Squirt…! The final spurt soaked my hand completely.
I met her eyes as she clung to my jawline.
“……”
Smack. Suck. Slurp.
We pressed our lips together and tangled our tongues. There was nothing innocent or sweet about it—just raw, lewd exchange of saliva.
“Hahp… hyaa…”
I pulled away from the kiss. A thread of spit stretched between us before breaking. When the silvery strand landed on my neck, Franc wiped it away with her hand.
“…Nord. Aren’t you tired?”
She asked while touching my cock. Honestly, I was already on the verge of exploding. I took a deep breath.
“Franc? Just once more, okay?”
“…Sorry, Nord.”
She stood up, turned around, and presented her ass to me. Then she reached back with her left hand and spread one cheek.
“Actually… I’ve been looking forward to this since the middle too.”
—Ah, fuck. I can’t hold back anymore.
I became a beast and thrust straight into her.
“Hyaaang!!”
***
After our short but intense session, we soaked together in the tub.
“Haa… I’m melting…”
Franc, sitting on my crossed legs, murmured while scooping up hot water with her hands. I smiled at how adorable she looked.
“You said you come to bathhouses often, so why do you still act like it’s your first time?”
“…Hmph. Maybe not for you, but the water’s too deep for me.”
“……? What does depth have to do with—oh.”
I stopped mid-sentence as realization hit. Franc’s body was a miracle—under 160 cm tall yet perfectly proportioned like an adult woman. Naturally, her seated height was under 80 cm. In a public bath designed for adults, sitting on the floor would mean she’d be completely submerged.
“I could wash my body just fine here, but I could never get into the hot tub. Standing up defeats the purpose, and sitting makes me feel like some kind of diver. It was embarrassing when people stared while I was struggling.”
“I see. So that’s why you climbed into my lap today.”
“Hehe. I just wanted to be held by you, though.”
Don’t say that while smiling. My cock’s about to stand at full attention again.
“You trying to turn me on again? Behave, you perverted dwarf.”
“Heehee…”
When I hugged her voluptuous body tightly, Franc trembled in my arms. We stayed like that, cuddling and flirting, and my erection showed no signs of going down. Feeling it rub against her back, Franc glanced over her shoulder.
“It’s still standing. Doesn’t it hurt for guys? I was a little sore this morning after doing it so many times yesterday.”
“That’s probably because I was too rough last night. Guys can get sore too if they stay hard too long or cum too much. I used to be the same way until recently.”
“Until recently?”
“Yeah.”
Franc caught the odd note in my voice. I confirmed her suspicion. The reason I’d rented this particular bath today was to finally reveal the secrets I’d been hiding from her. From today onward, we were officially lovers—different from last night when we were, at best, just really close friends.
So it only made sense to share some of my secrets with her.
Besides, this place was built exactly for that kind of private conversation.
The soundproofing was thorough enough that users’ “noises” wouldn’t leak to other baths. Perfect for secret talks.
I began.
“Franc. To be honest, I didn’t come to Sargadis to make a living as an adventurer.”
“Huh? What? Is this the secret talk?”
She peered up at my face.
“Hehe. After asking if I was some noble, are you actually a prince from some faraway kingdom?”
“Not a prince, but I do plan to spoil my girlfriend like a princess someday.”
“That makes me happy. But don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”
“Of course not. Anyway, what I wanted to say is—”
I thought about where to start, then decided to begin with the basics.
“—Franc, have you heard of Carmine University?”
“Of course. It’s that super famous school in this country, right?”
“Right. And until a year ago… I was a translation slave and research student there.”
Old stories could easily bore the listener, so I kept it concise and clear as I unfolded the bundle of events from the past three years.
—How I was arrested as an illegal immigrant due to a mistake in my entry method and sentenced to three years of slavery.
—How I met the archaeology professor Yerna Gracy at the slave market and became a slave at Carmine University.
—How I was recognized for my abilities and helped the professors with translation and archaeological research.
—How, after being freed from slavery three years later, Yerna stole the thesis I’d written to earn my degree.
—How I wrote a new thesis, earned my master’s degree, and became a field archaeologist.
—How I came to Sargadis to hone my skills in both adventuring and scholarship.
—How I wanted to marry multiple wives so that neither nobles nor anyone else could easily control me, building a solid position both as a scholar and as a family head.
And finally—
—How all of this was just a necessary step toward achieving my dream of learning space-transfer magic.
I told her all of it. I left out the part about coming from another planet called Earth. That story would only cause headaches whether she believed it or not. As I worked toward my goal, the relationship between this world and Earth would naturally become clearer anyway. That could wait until later.
“——.”
From the middle onward, Franc listened in silence. Her wet bangs covered her eyes, so I couldn’t see her expression.
“—That’s why my official status is a field archaeologist with a master’s degree from Carmine University. You already know what happened after that, right? Both of the requests I completed were ones I did together with you.”
I finished, feeling a little uneasy at her quietness. That was about eighty percent of my backstory—everything except the fact that I was from another world.
After staying silent for so long, Franc finally spoke in a low voice.
“…What about that Yerna person?”
“Yerna?”
Her first question wasn’t what I’d expected. I searched my memory.
“She probably… fled to a university in Germania? There are lots of ruins from the mythological era before ancient civilizations were discovered there—”
“That’s not what I mean!”
Splash!!
Franc shot up, sending water flying everywhere. She turned to me with wide eyes, pushed her bangs back, and shouted.
“She stole your thesis!! The one you worked on for three whole years!! So why are you talking about it so calmly?! Are you saying that just to make it easier for me to hear?! Don’t do that!! You should be angry!! You have every right to be!!”
Whoa—sparks were literally flying from her eyes. Blue flames burned fiercely within them. She kept shouting, breathing hard.
“You have to get revenge on that elf named Yerna!! Find her, beat her up until she admits what she did, and make her apologize to everyone!! You have to make the whole world know that the research she got an award for was actually yours!!”
“C-calm down, Franc! Why are you so worked up? That’s not like you.”
“Because you’re not getting angry at all, so I’m getting angry for you!!!”
Ah. I see.
I gently pulled her back as she grabbed my shoulders.
“I mean, of course I plan to get revenge someday. But right now I don’t have any good way to do it, so I’m focusing on building my position first—”
“Then why did you talk about it so casually earlier?! It’s so unfair and infuriating!!”
Franc’s eyes were even starting to tear up.
“You have more right to be angry than anyone!! Your suffering must’ve been so much worse than mine, yet you’re just laughing it off!! Why won’t you even get mad once?! This isn’t like you at all!!”
“Well, that’s because of the Nord-style emotional regulation method I developed by combining Professor Kurt’s famous ‘Theory of Hatred Weathering’ and the ‘Runaway Ninja Hatred Accumulation Training’ with my own practical experience—”
“Shut the hell up!!!”
“Yes ma’am.”
I shut my mouth.
“Hic… hic…”
After screaming until the bathhouse echoed, Franc sank back into the water, tears streaming down her face. Drip… drip… The tears falling from her pale cheeks rippled across the surface.
“…Sorry, Nord.”
She spoke without even blinking, despite the tears overflowing from her long lashes.
“I got a little too excited. I guess someone who’s only your lover doesn’t have the right to lecture you about your own feelings.”
“No, that’s not true! It’s absolutely not like that!!”
Why the hell would I ever make my Franc suffer for the sake of that bitch Yerna?! The thought made my skin crawl. Yerna’s life or existence wasn’t worth even a single one of Franc’s eyelashes.
“You’re a hundred percent right, Franc!! And besides, since when are we just ‘lovers’?!”
“…Then what kind of lovers are we?”
Are you seriously asking that right now? In that split second, every word that flashed through my mind condensed into one perfect answer.
“Franc!! You’re the person I love most in this entire world!!”
“…Even though you’re going to marry other women too?”
…Otherworld macho Nord, step forward. You’re fucking dead, you piece of shit. This is a massive contradiction!!! What the hell do I do now?! Gyaaaaah!!!
“…Hehe. I was joking.”
Franc finally smiled softly.
“I already knew that when I fell for you. I want to get along with your other wives too. As long as you don’t abandon me, I’m fine.”
“Why would I ever abandon you? Even if it costs me my life, I’ll protect you.”
“Hehe. Thank you. Just hearing you say it makes me so happy.”
—Hug.
Franc, nestled in my arms, gently embraced me. Even though we were both submerged in the hot water, I could feel her body heat as clearly as if I were holding it in my hands.
“…Nord. Do you like me?”
“Yeah. I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Enough to marry me?”
“Of course.”
I stroked her soft hair. With her face buried against my chest, Franc murmured.
“Then tell me you love me. Promise you’ll take me with you on your journey.”
“…What about your dream? You said you wanted to be a receptionist.”
“That’s not really a dream. It’s just something I settled for, like a reed going with the flow. And a dream you’ve given up on is nothing more than a memory anyway.”
Franc pulled back slightly and looked straight into my eyes.
“You said it yourself. Do what you want to do. —You know what? I want to help you. It’s been so long since I’ve wanted something from the bottom of my heart. It’s the first time I’ve ever thought someone was truly amazing. So I realized—I want to stay by your side, watch you chase your dream, and support you. You can keep living for your dream just like you have been. You can get revenge, or you can give up on everything. But the one thing I absolutely don’t want is to live somewhere without you, thinking about you all alone.”
Franc spoke without blinking her blue eyes.
“When my mother was dying, she told me that the regret of losing your first love is far more bitter than mistaking a fleeting emotion for love.”
—Smile.
With a smile so lovely it was almost unbelievable on such a small face, Franc asked.
“But you… you’ll make sure I don’t regret it, right?”
“…Of course.”
Clearly. Obviously. There was only one possible answer to those words, no matter where in the world I looked.
“—I love you, Francesca.”
“—Me too, Nord.”
And so we held each other and whispered our love. For us, this kind of connection suited us far better than a hundred clumsy words ever could. It was a moment when I finally understood why people were so desperate to live and die for love.