Did Your Pussy Feel Empty Without My Touch?
After a couple more rounds of sex, Irene casually wiped the semen leaking from her pussy as if it were routine, then slipped back into her clothes. Lupera watched her from the side before speaking up.
"…Are you heading back right away? I wanted to treat you to dinner…."
"You have your duties, and I have mine."
"I see…."
Lupera's tail drooped, as if she regretted the early parting. Irene smiled, finding it adorable, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"What, bummed out to part so soon after reuniting?"
Lupera nodded.
"I wanted to see you a bit longer…."
"You really act like a puppy instead of a wolfkin sometimes."
"…That's how much I like you, Irene. In front of other females…."
"I know. You only act like this with me."
Irene grinned and stroked Lupera's silver hair. Then, with her other hand, she trailed downward and gently caressed the shrunken cock, still slick from ejaculation.
"Ngh…."
"That's why you're so cute."
"…I'll only be like this for you from now on."
Lupera meant every word. Wolves were a monogamous species, loyal to one mate until death. From the moment she'd fallen for Irene, she'd vowed to obey only her words.
But….
"No, you can't. When you find your wife someday, you have to be good to her."
Irene didn't see Lupera as a full-fledged lover. She was a reliable comrade who would never betray her—a cute, obedient puppy with benefits. That's all Irene thought of her as.
She wasn't oblivious to Lupera's feelings… but marriage based on mere emotion? There were too many obstacles in the way. Irene wasn't confident she could handle them all. And she didn't want to make Lupera suffer because of it.
So, even knowing a little of Lupera's heart, Irene drew a line.
"…But I feel like I can only be with you, Irene…."
"Enough, puppy. I already told you I hate repeating myself."
"Still…."
But Lupera wouldn't back down today. Irene's eyes turned cold.
"Don't cross the line, Lupera. That's a warning."
"……."
Lupera clamped her mouth shut at the warning. Her tail and ears drooped in dejection. But Irene avoided looking at her. Meeting her eyes now would only make it worse.
She quietly donned her coat from earlier and headed for the door.
"Don't think only of me. And don't fall too deep. I'm not the type with a heart big enough to embrace you forever."
Irene said softly as she opened the door.
"I'm off, puppy. See you later."
With that, she slipped through the door. Lupera looked up too late, seeing only Irene's retreating back as she walked away.
Tak.
The sound of the door closing in the wind echoed through the silent room.
I rode the carriage Irene had prepared back home. Whether from swinging my sword or fucking Rita, my body was utterly exhausted from all the vigorous movement. I felt like I'd pass out the moment I hit the bed.
Rita won't just let me rest, will she…?
Was Asmodeus's influence still lingering? Even on the carriage ride home, Rita's crotch remained swollen. At least after a few releases, she didn't pounce or show discomfort.
"Miss, you should wash up."
As soon as we entered the house, Rita took my coat and said so.
"Ah, yeah… right."
"I'll prepare the bath right away. Please wait just a moment."
She flashed a small smile and headed into the bathroom. I worried she might fuck me in there like last time… but contrary to my fears, when I entered, Rita didn't touch me.
She simply joined me in the tub and sat beside me.
This isn't like her.
Living alone with Rita all this time, I'd learned one thing: her libido rivaled a succubus's. Even after five rounds a day, her cock would be rock-hard again by morning, as if it never tired.
Yet here she was in the bathroom with me, naked and alone, just sitting quietly. It was downright weird.
"…Hm?"
Maybe I stared too obviously. Rita tilted her head, noticing my gaze.
"Miss, why are you staring at me so intently today?"
"I-I can look a little, can't I…?"
"It doesn't look like you were just looking. What are you thinking?"
Her eyes seemed to know everything. Under that gaze, I spilled my thoughts.
"Just… you're usually so horny, but today you're so quiet. It felt weird, that's all…."
"I see."
Rita smiled faintly, then suddenly pulled me onto her lap, whispering in a low voice.
"Did your pussy feel empty because I didn't touch it?"
"N-No, that's not it…!! I was just curious because it was strange!"
"Fufu. Then no need to worry. I'm tired today too, so I wasn't planning to touch you right now."
Relief washed over me at her words. But oddly, a vague emptiness followed—something hard to put into terms.
Is it because she didn't do the usual? Whatever, it's good if she doesn't…! I'm not a real woman anyway….
Thinking that, I finished bathing and stepped out. Rita dried my hair outside. Once done, we lay in bed together. The narrow bed pressed our bodies close naturally.
"Good work today, Miss."
Rita met my eyes, her own crinkling into lovely crescents. That smile alone nearly mesmerized me, making my heart pound fiercely.
"Y-You too, Rita… You had a lot of work, so you're tired. Sleep quick…."
"I'll sleep after looking at your face a bit more."
"…Fine, do what you want."
Rita kept smiling at me, placing a hand on my head and stroking my hair.
"Good night. Sweet dreams, Miss."
"…You too."
"Yes. I love you so much today too."
Rita leaned down slightly, pressing her lips to my neck. The soft touch tickled pleasantly against my skin, making my body twitch.
"H-Hurry and sleep… You're tired, right?"
"Got it. I'll sleep once I see you asleep first."
"Fine……."
Exhaustion from the day pulled me under the moment I closed my eyes. Consciousness faded to black, and I drifted off.
As I stroked her hair, her even breathing soon filled the air. Lifting my head slightly, I gazed at the sleeping miss's face. Her fluttering eyelashes, her soft exhales from parted lips, the pure white skin shadowed by her closed eyes—all so lovable.
"…You're so beautiful."
At age five, the day I first entered the Restin mansion. Fifteen years ago now, but those events remained vivid.
"Is ganging up on one person fun for you? Calling her a monster because she has something down there despite being a girl?"
The young master's figure, saving me from the bullying.
"Are you okay?"
His bright smile after protecting me. I'd thought, if the sun turned human, it would look just like him.
And true to that, the young master always shone like the sun. Even buried in heir duties, he never snapped at subordinates. When they erred, he'd claim it as his own fault, patting their shoulders reassuringly.
It would be strange not to fall for someone like that—he glowed so brilliantly. Naturally, I harbored feelings… but knowing the vast wall between us, I kept them hidden, cherishing them alone.
Instead, I strove to support him in any small way. My past.
"With your talent, you could become a renowned knight…."
"…I'm sorry. I prefer staying by the young master's side."
"Really? What a shame…."
My present. My future too—all dedicated to him. As a mere maid, the love I could offer was limited to such small things.
I decided not to be greedy, content with guarding his side. To be a sturdy tree he could lean on amid heir stresses.
…That's what I'd resolved.
Then opportunity struck abruptly: the young master's disownment. Cast out from the Restin family, no longer nobility.
A once-in-a-lifetime chance. Yet I hesitated at first. Would my selfishness ruin him?
Still… still, if not now, I'd never confess. I'd regret passing it up.
So I seized him, leading us here.
I know it well.
Winning your heart won't be easy.
But I had no intention of stopping. I'd already begun, and I loved you too much to quit now.
Even if we're just companions for now… I'll strive until we exchange "I love you"s at the end.
"I love you, Miss."
May my efforts lead to a happy conclusion.