Naked Stroll (1)
“U-ugh... I'm so sorry...”
“It's fine. These things happen sometimes.”
“Eek...”
I stared at Rachel, my face flushed beet red, as she wiped the floor. She was using a towel to clean up the transparent fluid I'd squirted. It was sticky and viscous.
That stuff... no way...
It definitely wasn't urine. That left only one possibility. Love juices. The fluid a woman secretes when she feels pleasure. I didn't want to believe it, but nothing else made sense.
Biting my lip, I folded the towel Rachel had used and put it away. Watching me, she chuckled softly.
“No need to be so embarrassed. Everyone has accidents like that when they're little, right?”
“I-I'm in my twenties, though...”
“Pfft. You're still a child from my perspective.”
Demons had incredibly long lifespans. Some lived for centuries, even up to a thousand years. Succubi were especially close to immortality. I couldn't help but wonder just how old Rachel really was.
...If I asked, she'd probably get mad, huh?
“Haa...”
Letting out a soft sigh, I watched Rachel mutter happily, “All done.” She checked the floor, now spotless and gleaming, then met my eyes.
“Alright... now it's your turn, Carrot.”
She said something completely baffling. My turn?
“M-my turn...?”
“Yes. The floor's clean, so now I need to wipe down your body too. You're covered in sweat, aren't you?”
“I appreciate the thought, but I'm fine—”
“No need to refuse. I'm doing this because I want to.”
I couldn't even finish my sentence. Rachel shook her head innocently, then sat down gracefully beside me.
My body was indeed drenched in sweat. A shower would fix it, though—there was no reason for her to wipe me down. I tried to say as much, but for some reason, meeting her gaze made it incredibly hard to refuse. It wasn't just that my resolve weakened—it was something else entirely.
“Come on... take off your clothes.”
“Eek... um...”
“Hurry up~.”
Despite my hesitation, Rachel began unbuttoning my pajamas one by one. Soon, my bare upper body was exposed. I always slept without a bra, so it was only natural. My sweat-slicked skin made me self-conscious.
“Um, Rachel...?”
“Hm? What is it?”
“I think I should wipe myself...”
“It's fine. We're both girls, aren't we?”
Her tone implied there was nothing wrong with one woman drying off another. She pushed so insistently that I had nothing left to say. Swallowing dryly, I turned my head away.
But Rachel pressed right up against me.
“C-could you maybe give me a little space...?”
“Oh my... no need to be so shy.”
“It's just... I-I smell like sweat...”
“Mmm...”
At my words, Rachel's eyes curved upward. She licked her lips lightly, then leaned in even closer, inhaling my scent deliberately.
“Eek...”
Why is she sniffing me? My face felt like it would explode from the heat, and my heart pounded wildly.
“It smells good, actually.”
“Ah, ugh... p-please stop teasing me...!”
“Alright. If you're that embarrassed.”
It seemed like she'd just been laying the groundwork to toy with me. As I shook my head, Rachel giggled softly and picked up a fresh towel. She began wiping me down—my collarbone, down my arms, across my waist. The dry towel soaking up my sweat felt nice enough.
Except...
Her hands moved a bit too lingeringly.
Something's off...
Slick, slide—her touch crept upward. She pressed lightly into my lower abdomen, wiped under my breasts where they folded, then started on the sides and undersides with those sticky strokes.
“Alright... arms up.”
At her words, I raised my arms like I was entranced.
Pat—
“Eek... w-wait a second...”
The towel's ticklish texture made me stop her. Something felt wrong. It was ticklish, but not the kind that made me laugh. It was deeper, stickier—a sensation sinking into my roots. It prickled from my underarms, spreading tingling heat to my core.
My body's acting weird...
Just from her touching my underarms? This was downright blasphemous. But whether she knew my turmoil or not, Rachel kept wiping, thorough and caressing, delving into every crevice.
“Hoo...”
A hot breath slipped out unbidden. As my belly grew hot and itchy, she finally pulled away and gently stroked my hair.
Thinking it was over, I started to stand—
“Alright... now for the bottom.”
Rachel said calmly. It took a moment to process “bottom.” When I realized she meant my drenched crotch, my heartbeat accelerated.
“Y-yes...?”
“Down there. It's soaked, isn't it? You have to clean it properly, or it'll be bad.”
“But...”
“Oh, did I beat around the bush too much?”
Seeing my hesitation, Rachel brought her lips to my ear and blew softly.
“Your pussy...”
She whispered the lewd word.
“I'll clean it for you.”
I couldn't refuse. I don't know why. I just slipped off my pants like I was hypnotized.
What am I doing...?
My mind felt jumbled. Like I had to obey. I tried to resist, biting my lip, but my strength failed me.
It's fine, whatever.
I pulled down my sopping panties with both hands. A silver thread connected them to my crotch. Rachel saw it and smiled faintly.
“You're so wet...”
She said it like it was adorable. I shook my head, but I couldn't resist further.
Rachel took out a handkerchief and lightly wiped my crotch.
Squelch—
Sticky sounds accompanied the love juices being wiped away. But once wasn't enough. Again, again—she kept at it, trying to clean the soaked area.
“Mmng...”
One problem arose midway. The handkerchief brushing my clit with every stroke. It felt too deliberate, targeting the sensitive spots with electric tingles.
“Hng... mmph...”
Voices leaked out now and then. I bit my lip hard to hold back.
Squelch—
“Kuh...”
Every pass made more sounds escape.
“Is something uncomfortable?”
“N-nooo...”
“Then I'll keep going.”
Swipe, squelch—
She must have heard my moans. But she ignored them, wiping away.
My crotch showed no sign of drying. More juices kept flowing. From the clit teasing? Or just reflex? Clenching my fists, I prayed it'd dry faster.
But it didn't.
“It's not coming clean...”
Rachel stood. My mind fogged rapidly.
“Eh...?”
A dazed voice escaped. What was happening? My head went blank.
Thud—she pushed me onto the bed. Spread my legs wide for a clear view of my crotch. Blushing, her tongue on my—
“Ah...”
Amid the haze, sticky warmth touched my crotch. Yet I couldn't resist. Feeling my belly quiver, I closed my eyes.
The last sound was a lewd slurping.
“So, could I take just one day to rest... what do you think?”
“Rest?”
Rachel tilted her head at my words. She stared at my face.
“...Weekends are days off by default, you know?”
She continued, looking shocked.
“Y-yes...?”
I was shocked too. Weekends were rest days?
Trembling, I sipped my black tea.
“W-weekends are rest days?”
I asked her. Rachel pressed her forehead with an “Oh no...”
We were in the parlor, enjoying a light tea party. It was Saturday. I'd overslept from exhaustion, missing class. Rachel invited me to this instead of making me work.
...The kids seemed secretly pleased.
“Yeah... weekends are normally rest days.”
“No way... The doctrine says the Sabbath is for Manus to rest, so we creations must work...”
“That's kinda scary, you know?”
My common sense was crumbling. At church, training, duties, tasks poured in daily. The church handled national events, logistics, demon extermination—endless workload and overwork. Even the pope survived on healing magic without proper sleep.
The Sabbath was just the day with the most crushing workload. After years like that, the idea of weekend rest never crossed my mind.
“Even the Demon King's castle doesn't work like that. How overworked were you?”
“Hm... I didn't really think of it that way...”
“...This won't do. From now on, focus only on rest for the next two days.”
“T-two days?”
Impossible. How could anyone rest for two whole days? The phrase “two-day rest” made my head spin. Wouldn't the organization collapse?
Selfish jerk. You want the world to end?
Wouldn't I be condemned? My pupils shook from this new world's stimulus. Rachel sighed softly at my reaction.
She rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a jangling leather pouch.
“This is...”
“Take it and go have fun in town. No work on weekends from now on.”
“B-but...”
“Haa... what kind of place is the church...”
Rachel sighed deeply, shrugged, and smiled faintly.
“If you want, you can go with the kids. Rest however you like.”
“Th-thank youuu...”
Rest and pocket money? I was so grateful I didn't know where to put myself.
It's been forever since I heard 'rest'...
My first real break since starting requests—and without Lucia. A bit regrettable, but not bad.
I smiled brightly, thanking her. With pocket money too, maybe take the kids to the village. I'd gone alone before.
They'll love it...
First group outing—they'd be thrilled. My heart fluttered.
Carrot finished preparing to go out. In front of her stood the triplets, dressed cutely.
“Alright, then... shall we go?”
“Yeah.”
“Y-yeah...”
“Sure.”
The triplets replied happily. Carrot stepped forward.
“Mmm...”
Her eyes were slightly glazed.
Clink—
The collar around her neck made a small metallic sound.
It was 1 AM. Far too late for village fun. But Carrot didn't care. This was Rachel's “vacation.”
Wearing only her collar, naked Carrot felt no discomfort. Just joy at going out with the kids.
“Alright... let's go, sis.”
“Y-yeah...”
At Ruen's tug on the collar, Carrot nodded. She advanced step by step, excited. Her large breasts and hips swayed lewdly. Her bare skin gleamed in the moonlight.
Her lower belly bore a brightly glowing pink Sound Gate.
“What should we do when we get there?”
Carrot asked eagerly. Ruen smirked.
“...Wanna tour the village first?”
She eyed Carrot's body lecherously, licking her lips.