Chapter 30
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Camella
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Knock knock knock!!!
- Sia, time to go gathering. Wake up~
"Muuu..."
Hehe, Claude's voice.
Knock knock knock!!!
- Sia!
"Eh...?"
Oh my god, it wasn't a dream—Claude was actually knocking on the door outside my room!
"S-Sorry!!"
- Hurry and get ready. I'll set breakfast out for you.
"Okay!!"
Oh no, I guess I slept too deeply because I went so hard on that bad-water-draining massage last night.
Why doesn't as much come out when I do it myself like when Cain does it for me?
Flutter—
"Hiiing..."
Rustle—rustle—
Flinch!!
A-Ah... It's only been two weeks, but hair's already growing there...! Eek, so gross. What do I do...
Maybe I could ask Cain to do it again...? Massages don't work well on my own, but when Cain does it, tons of bad water comes out, yeah! It's embarrassing, but I guess I'll have to ask him again!
Ah! It's a bit cold since I slept without panties or pants... Ugh, gotta wash up first!!
"Sia, eat slowly."
"Got it!"
Nom nom nom nom!!
Uncle Frank's cooking is seriously the best!!! Ehehe.
"Hah!"
"Huh? What's up?"
"N-Nothing..."
Nooo! The soup's too tasty, and I ended up pigging out again!! Cain told me not to eat like that last time...!
"Claude..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we can gather well today...?"
"Huh? What...? With your help, Sia, we should get more than yesterday, right?"
"Eek! I worked hard too!!"
"Tell that to Cain later?"
"Eek!!"
You're the worst!! Cain would understand! Dummy Claude!! I'm not making you a flower crown today!
Smooth smooth—
"U-Ugh!!"
"Hurry and eat. Let's head to the guild."
"Okay!!"
Hehe. Claude patted my head!! Gathering again today!! H-He teased me, but since he patted my head, I'll specially make two flower crowns today. Heehee.
"Haa..."
After finishing gathering and coming out of the guild, Claude's sighing heavily.
Is he imagining getting scolded by Cain?
Hiiing... We gathered all day today too, but only made 45 bronze... Mion sis was worried about us... I'm gonna get scolded by Cain too, huh...?
Should I say it's Claude's fault?
"Claude, you're in big trouble."
"Huh? What for."
"Cain told you to work hard."
"No... Didn't he tell you not to slack off too?"
"It's fine! I'm cute!"
"..."
Ehh, Claude's face got all ugly. It happened to Cain last time too—what's up with that?
"Fine. Let's go."
"Okay!"
I wish Claude would call me cute too... Hmph.
"Oh? Hello, Camella."
"Hiiik!! A-Ah... C-Cl-Claude? Hello."
Ah!!! Camella... The lady with the same condition as me... I wanna talk to her a lot and comfort her, but Cain said...?
'I've been going to that regular shop for a year, so if you screw up and ask even by mistake, we're banned for life. Got it?'
Hing..
Pat pat!!
"Hello, Camella!!"
"Ah... Y-Yes, Sia, right? Hello."
"Yes! Hehe."
A greeting should be fine, right?
"Oh, right, Camella, do you have any explosion potions by any chance?"
Flinch!!!
"Y-Yes?!"
What? Claude came up and asked if she had potions, and Camella looked super shocked. Maybe she's out of stock?
"Ah... U-Um..."
"Cain told me to pick one up. Any in stock?"
"Y-Yes... We have!!"
"Then Sia, since we ran into Camella, wanna swing by the general store?"
"Huh? Cain told you to buy it?"
"Yeah, he said we haven't restocked the one we used last time. Seeing her reminded me. Let's grab it while we're here."
"Okay!!"
It's been forever since we've been to Camella's general store. It's called Johnson's, but I've only seen Uncle Johnson once? So it's Camella's store!
Cain always handled it himself, so it's been ages!!! If there's anything cool, I'll buy it with my pocket money.
"C-Ca... Cain?"
"Huh? Oh, he got matched with a mentor two days ago and entered the labyrinth."
Crash!!
"Whaaat?!"
"Y-You okay?"
"A-Ahaha, sorry. I've been out of it lately..."
Camella... She's still not feeling well, huh... Oh god, look at that cold sweat... Her face is so pale—didn't she sleep? But she's doing massages every day, so she should be fine, right?
Ah! Shaving soap!! This is what Cain bought... Hiiik! It's crazy expensive... I could buy ten candy sticks.
"He said the newbies' stuff should hold out, so if we used extra, we'll swing by after the labyrinth to restock."
"Ah... Okay..."
Ah! I should buy a bowl. Last time Cain shaved, he borrowed one from Uncle Frank, but I can't keep borrowing from him every time...
Clink—
"Huh? What're you doing, Sia?"
"Hweh?!?!"
Thud!!
"Whoa? You okay? Why'd you jump like that."
"N-N-No, it's nothing."
That scared me...! Claude was talking to Camella, and suddenly he's right next to me looking at bowls!!!
My butt hurts! I got spooked!! Whaaa!!
"What? A rice bowl? You buying this, Sia?"
"Y-Yeah... I am."
"What for?"
"Y-You don't need to know!!"
Pat pat!!
"C-Camella, ring me up!"
"Huh? Ah... 50 bronze."
Jingle—
"H-Here."
Whoosh!!!!
"Huh? Hey? Sia... Sia!! Here's the potion money, Camella. Wait up, Sia!!!"
Thud!
"Eek!!!"
Hwe... Almost got caught... Gotta rush back to the dorm, eat dinner, and drain the bad water!
"Eek!!!"
Jingle jingle—
Claude had chased after Sia in a rush, banging his leg on the box stacked at the shop entrance as he left. In the now-quiet store, Camella let out a deep sigh.
"Hah!!!"
Thud!!!!
Camella was in a foul mood.
"So now he's not even coming anymore?"
A year ago, when Cain had stopped by the shop—introduced by an acquaintance—she'd felt a little flutter in her heart upon meeting him.
Those somehow vacant eyes, the fierce impression, yet an air of lonely woundedness somewhere... and a warm personality that didn't match his sharp looks.
The more she saw him steadily stopping by twice a week to restock consumables for his weekly explorations, the more she was drawn to him.
Camella figured even in her early thirties, her figure and bust could hold up against girls in their early twenties.
Her husband Johnson had been obsessed with her for the first two years of their marriage, after all.
Of course, with no kids forthcoming, his embraces grew rarer, and by four years in, he'd stuck her in this general store and been wandering outside for eight years now—which just left her sighing.
She couldn't blame him since it was her fault they had no children.
Still, Cain wasn't completely stone—he'd glance at her figure now and then before schooling his expression. But nothing more, which left her frustrated.
So on days he came by, she'd wear outfits that blatantly emphasized her breasts and hips, subtly tempting him. But seeing him grit his teeth and ignore it sparked her competitive spirit.
Truth be told, with her husband neglecting her for eight years, her self-esteem as a woman had hit rock bottom.
She hadn't started out thinking of an affair.
It was just that his gaze sweeping her body—recognizing her as a woman—slowly rebuilt her ego, and with his looks matching her tastes, she figured one step further wouldn't hurt. That faint expectation was all.
Then one day.
She crossed the line with him.
Not one step—a full leap, straight past the uncrossable boundary.
No. This wasn't it...
Cock.
That half-day of passion with Cain. Over two weeks had passed, but recalling it still soaked her crotch and made her womb throb desperately.
A cock after eight years was on another level.
She hadn't expected him to react so slyly, playfully. Joking around like fun foreplay, next thing she knew, she was in the store corner taking his cock.
Overwhelming girth and length.
She'd never dreamed it'd go that deep, pushing hard against what felt like her womb entrance. Just remembering that sensation made her thighs quiver even now.
And the thick spurts of semen.
"Haa..."
She was angry, but thinking back had her pussy drooling nectar.
"You jerk..."
Then moving to the break room, she'd had no choice but to obey his mischievous command to shake her hips and take his cock herself.
The kisses and tender caresses that followed left her senseless.
In that moment, she hadn't felt like Johnson's wife—she was Cain's woman.
Eight years—no, for the first time, she'd realized the joy of sex and happiness as a woman.
Afterward, memories of being ravished hard, passing out midway, begging for mercy—that's all that lingered when Camella came to the next afternoon.
Seeing the silver coin on the counter, she'd bristled—had he treated her like a whore? But sorting stock with her trembling body, noticing a few items missing, her mood quickly lifted, startling herself.
The changes didn't stop there.
"Hm...? Camella..."
Her husband Johnson—who came home maybe three or four times a month—showed up the evening after she'd tumbled with Cain, subtly suggesting they sleep together upon seeing her.
She'd showered for hours after getting home, cleaning her pussy, but imagining his sticky semen still clinging inside, she startled and made excuses.
"M-My body's not great... Sorry, honey..."
Johnson silently eyed her body.
His gaze—like back when they dated or early marriage—filled her with fear and complicated feelings.
Fear he'd noticed her change from finally discovering womanly joy through sex with Cain.
Worry he'd ignore her refusal and thrust in anyway. If his semen leaked from her pussy beforehand and Johnson found out...
Chill!!
That adulterous guilt and shame sweeping her body felt foreign yet thrillingly stimulating. She trembled faintly, hyper-alert to his moves.
"Tch, still on about those dates. Hmph!"
But he glanced at the calendar markings, snorted, turned over, and slept.
Info she'd learned from a group for wives like her—no kids after years—from early marriage.
Around the midpoint of her cycle, plus or minus five days, highest conception odds.
Even in eight sexless years, she still marked "good days" on the calendar faithfully.
Hoping if she got pregnant, he'd look at her like before.
After that day, Camella waited for Cain to return to the store.
What did that silver coin mean?
Just a one-night fling? She had so much to ask.
By the second week with no sign of him—who used to come weekly—her anger turned resignation, resignation to longing, without her realizing.
Then five days ago.
"Hoo... Still marking the calendar? Got some lingering hopes? How about today?"
"Yeah..."
Feeling guilty toward Johnson, yet for some reason, she spread her legs for her drunken husband when he came home.
Tense thinking of her romp with Cain two weeks prior.
Squelch.
'Huh?'
Squelch squelch squelch!
"Urk!! Mary! Cumming!!!"
Splurt—
Eight years since sex with her husband—who'd even taken her virginity—and yet it ended so anticlimactically quick.
Maybe the eight years? His once-firm body now bloated like a pig, belly heaving as he pistoned fast to a pathetic finish. Limp and spent, it looked pitiful to her.
And as suspected, even holding her, he moaned another woman's name. Camella felt hollow.
"Ahem!!"
He pretended it didn't happen, coughing awkwardly, then promptly slept.
That night, Camella sobbed quietly in the bathroom, scraping his semen from her pussy.
It took less than ten minutes.
Next day, he rushed out saying he wouldn't be back till early next month.
At this point, her longing for Cain turned to one last hope—maybe?—and she'd endured five days, nursing wounds from her husband, waiting for him.
But hearing from Claude today that Cain had entered the labyrinth alone deflated her utterly.
"Sniff... Th-Then why...!"
Sun had set; it was dark now.
She'd gritted through five days waiting for him despite her husband's hurts.
Confirming from Claude's words what felt like blatant avoidance, she sat dazed at the counter, weeping endlessly.
Don't toy with my heart like that.
Not like she's a plaything... Nothing left for her now. Misery choked her sobs.
Jingle—
"Welco.....!"
"Huh? Camella...? You crying?"
Wiping tears, scrambling to greet the customer—her eyes fell on Cain, his entire arm bandaged.