Lizbet's Secret 2
The lounge on the first floor of the inn where I returned after spending three nights in the dungeon. My mood wasn't great, even though it was supposed to be a relief to come back to my lodging.
It was probably because of what Als said at the cafe I stopped by to catch my breath after leaving the guild management office's clinic. I'd gone in thinking we could chat a bit since his body seemed better than I'd feared, but Als dropped words that only made me worry more.
He said he'd spend a week at the adventurer training center, staying there to train his fighting spirit under an instructor. He'd decided after talking with the high-level warrior who used to be the leader of our adventurer party on the way back. His body wasn't even fully healed yet, but Als's resolve was firm.
I knew it well. His stubbornness in moments like this was as unyielding as a mad cow. But lately, with Als, it didn't feel like mere stubbornness—there was some inexplicable obsession mixed in.
Even if he was blocked by the beginner's wall, he could afford to take it easy. After all, as a hero, Als—and I, too—would naturally rise up over time. But these days, his heart seemed to have no room for leisure at all, as if it was filled only with the urge to grow stronger and rack up achievements as quickly as possible.
I'm just happy being with Als... Sigh. Somehow, I feel so tired...
Actually, the source of this depressive fatigue wasn't just the fact that I'd be separated from Als for a week. It was Sema. That monster, and the promise I'd made with him in the dungeon yesterday, was messing up my head.
Why had I made such a promise? The first time, when I'd jerked off that guy's dick, it had been half out of fear from his threats and screaming, something I'd done without thinking. But now, it was completely different. There were no threats. He was pleading, staring right through me, and I could've smacked that weird face of his away and told him to fuck off—but the option of refusing didn't even cross my mind, and I'd promised to do it.
Was it because Sema's eyes yesterday, when he made that request, felt a little different from usual? When I first met him, his huge, ferocious muscular body and that bizarre face I'd never seen before had filled me with nothing but fear and tension. But seeing him run around excitedly because he could talk, and the way his eyes seemed to consider me and Als, my tension and fear melted away. He'd acted all prickly, like he was trying to make me forget I'd ever been scared.
And once I got used to him, those considerate eyes and his massive build even gave me a sense of security. But yesterday, when he wrapped around me and stood up, his gaze felt different from the usual Sema eyes that didn't match his size and looks. It was intense, like he was scanning my naked body. Receiving that gaze while he begged me, I felt some inexplicable mood and agreed without thinking.
I have a boyfriend named Als... Why?
As I pondered the change in Sema's gaze and the source of that strange discomfort, Als, who was heading back to his room, spoke up.
"Alright, then. I'll rest a bit and head out this evening. Now that I've decided, I want to start as soon as possible."
Why was he in such a rush? We'd just arrived—he could've spent a little time with me before leaving. I felt a twinge of resentment toward Als, but all that came out was, "…Yeah. Have a safe trip."
I wanted to tell him not to go, to rest and spend the week dating me instead, but those words wouldn't come. I felt regret, but I didn't want to interfere with his determination. I didn't want to hinder Als, who was so eager to reach his dream faster—and that dream was mine too.
After watching him enter his room, I went into mine, set down my bag and staff, and collapsed onto the bed.
"Sigh... Starting tomorrow, quests with that monster..."
Agreeing to that request made the idea of being alone with Sema feel burdensome. I didn't hate the guy, I thought. The rage right after the handjob incident, where I'd wanted to kill him, had vanished when I saw him bowing his head to the ground in that bizarre pose. When he'd half-forcibly stripped my clothes, I'd already forgiven him in my heart. But this time, I'd willingly agreed to his bold request, so I had no right to get mad.
I turned my head and looked at myself sprawled on the bed in the mirror. There I was, in a bold outfit I wouldn't normally wear. Come to think of it, this wasn't my usual style—it was the kind that monster liked, chosen in the heat of the moment. I wasn't uninterested in clothes, but since I knew Als's tastes well, I'd tailored mine to them and only ever window-shopped these sorts.
Als had looked a bit surprised at my new outfit and that was it. It seemed like he was embarrassed, which secretly satisfied me, but I still wanted to hear him say I looked pretty properly.
But oblivious to my feelings, Als's mind seemed fixed on growing as fast as possible, day by day.
Come to think of it, he said every day, but he let it slide today... Will I have to do it every day starting tomorrow...?
When would he even be able to humanize, to make such a promise? Remembering rubbing his dick while promising brought it back. The forced handjob times, I'd done it in a daze with that ferocious thing. But this time was different. It was my choice—I'd looked at the dick in front of me and rubbed it, feeling some strange, inexplicable sensation.
"…Ngh…"
Recalling yesterday made my body heat up a little. Every time I thought of that guy's viciously huge dick, a weird excitement bubbled up from inside me. Strangely, when I recalled or saw his dick up close, I couldn't refuse it at all. Before him, I'd sometimes fantasized lewdly about Als, but after meeting that guy and seeing his monstrous dick, it haunted my head every night.
The days before the dungeon, I'd masturbated sniffing the clothes in my closet still stained with his scent. In the dungeon, while on night watch, seeing him asleep, I'd lifted it without thinking. And now I'd promised daily sexual relief— what was I doing when I had a boyfriend like Als? We hadn't even properly kissed yet, but I couldn't tear my eyes from a monster's dick.
Was I always this lewd? Thinking that far, my eyes suddenly flew open. I hadn't even seen Als's, yet I'd touched that guy's—and now I'd have to do it daily for a week with no escape—which sparked a new thought in my head.
If I haven't seen or touched Als's, I can just do it now!
The guilt of touching a monster's dick before my lover's tormented me, but now the idea hit: go experience Als's right now! That was it. At least then, when relieving that guy's lust as promised, knowing I'd experienced Als's would let me endure it somehow.
Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? With that in mind, I headed to Als's room on the second floor. His body wasn't great, so no full sex, but I could at least comfort him and experience his before he left.
"Liz? What's up?"
Als came out, in the middle of packing. I entered his room, same size as mine, sat on the chair he offered, and asked him sitting on the bed.
"Als... You're leaving this evening, right?"
"Huh? Yeah. Pretty much. What's wrong?"
Als asked what was up. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I asked, "So... isn't your hand uncomfortable because it's injured?"
"Uh... yeah, kinda."
As a right-hander with his right hand hurt, it must suck. "I won't see you for a week, and it'll be inconvenient... I think it's about time we experienced that stuff, so..."
With him right in front of me, the words didn't come easy. "I... want to help relieve your sexual tension..."
"Wha—huh!?"
Als stared at me in shock. Cute, I thought inwardly. Seeing his expression, it felt like it was working, satisfying.
"I know we've been focusing on adventurer work until we escape beginner level... but I think this much is okay. And I want to do it for you, Als."
I approached the flustered Als and placed my hand on his pants. Whether from panic or not hating it, he didn't stop my hands unbuckling his belt. Glancing at his face, he seemed embarrassed, eyes on my exposed cleavage. Good call buying this outfit, I thought now.
As a kid, I'd once walked into Als changing and seen his dick. As an adult now, it must've grown—not monster-level, but bigger. Heart pounding with anticipation, I pulled down his pants and underwear.
"......Huh?"
Pulling down his underwear revealed something small, not much different from what I remembered.
"L-Liz? S-Scared you, right? Suddenly like this... N-No, not that I hate it."
Als stammered in panic, but it barely registered. Realizing this was Als's dick right in front of me filled me with dismay.
Is it... this small? It hasn't changed at all from what I remember... No, it must've grown a bit...
After seeing that monstrous one until yesterday, Als's looked unbelievable as the same male organ. Size difference aside, the shape too? Recalling sexual knowledge, I realized human dicks were usually this size—and that monster's was absurd.
After seeing and touching that monster's... my sense of normal is warped...
Relieved Als's wasn't wrong, I reached for it. It fit in one hand, tip barely peeking out. Then that ferocious size that wouldn't fit in one hand flashed in my mind again.
"S-So... Als? Should I do it?"
I desperately shoved that dick from my head, focusing on Als's in front of me. Fantasizing about another male's while facing my lover's? Unacceptable.
"Ngh... Liz, too strong...!"
I gripped and stroked with the force I'd used on Sema's, and Als winced—it was too much.
"Ah, s-sorry. Did it hurt?"
"A bit... I-It's fine now."
Even that much seemed okay? As I stroked briefly, his expression changed.
"L-Liz... I'm...! Ngh!"
"Huh? Oh? Ah!"
The moment I wondered, clear, gooey white liquid oozed from his tip. It dripped onto my hand, and he shuddered.
"Ah... L-Liz... Thanks..."
Huh? Already done? Was this his semen? Bewilderment washed over me. So different from what I'd imagined. His dick, warm in my hand. It went limp after a short shake. The near-transparent, slippery semen barely wetting part of my hand. A bland smell, unlike the monster's heady, dizzying one. All so plain, unlike the Als I'd fantasized about.
"Ah, Liz. Tissues... here."
As I stared at his semen, Als grabbed the nearby box and handed it over. I pulled a tissue and wiped my hand.
What was this? Strange feeling. I'd finally touched the Als I'd longed for, made him feel good—yet I couldn't understand the emotion wrapping me.
Disappointment? Why? Me... disappointed in Als's dick? Impossible. Unacceptable. No way. I'd desperately rejected the feeling rising in my head.
"Liz... Thanks. I think I can endure the week now."
"Y-Yeah... Work hard. I'll be waiting."
Ignoring the emotion in my head, I tossed the tissue in the bedside trash, encouraged him, and returned to my room.
...What is this feeling? I'd been so excited going to Als, but now inexplicable disappointment and emptiness churned inside. This was what I'd longed for...
In a daze feeling that, before I knew it, I was sniffing the monster-scented clothes in the closet and lost in masturbation.