Chapter 53
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Resolve (2)
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Sia, whose body had grown increasingly sensitive with each session—starting to drip arousal fluids right from the outset—had been driven into a frenzy by the aphrodisiac. She'd squirted endlessly, pushed to her absolute limits as a female in heat, and even jerked me off on top of it all. Exhausted from it, she didn't even think about putting on clothes. Instead, she just climbed naked onto the bed and flopped down spread-eagled.
Of course, I naturally climbed onto her bed as well, pulling her tightly into my arms and chatting softly. That's when I dropped my confession on her, and Sia seemed to freeze up for a moment, her mind short-circuiting.
"Wha... Wh-what...?"
"What's wrong, Sia?"
"N-no... nothing..."
Having spent over ten years just pining from afar without her noticing a thing, Sia hadn't picked up on any hints at all. Even Claude only realized it after coming to Labyrinth City and fooling around with women. From Sia's perspective, this must have come completely out of left field.
"Sia, when did you start liking Claude?"
"...Um... around ten?"
"Similar to me, huh."
"Eeeek?!"
"For Claude, it's that 'I want to marry him' kind of like, right? For me, it's more like family."
"Uuung... yeah..."
"I want to marry you, Sia."
"Huuu..."
Normally, she'd just brush it off with an "Oh, okay~" but with the lingering afterglow of her heat—or maybe because her body was getting conditioned to me—Sia's ears turned bright red. I could even feel her heart pounding wildly against me as she nestled in my arms.
"Not saying we should get married right now or anything. Just wanted you to know."
"Uuu..."
"Even if you two end up together, I'd support it. But you know how tough it is, holding on to someone who won't acknowledge you for so long."
"...Ah..."
Her body went rigid as I muttered in a slightly wistful tone.
"So... give it your all to the very end. I won't interfere or anything. I'll keep listening to your worries like always and continue the treatments just like now."
"Ca... Cain..."
"But if your feelings change even a little, you have to tell me, got it?"
Sia's expression grew complicated as she turned to look at me.
She always showed such a pure, childlike face, so seeing such intricate emotions play across her features was a first.
"...Y-yeah..."
Slurp—
"Hnn..."
Though Sia's body had dried off nice and fluffy, the moment my cock slipped between her thighs, her pussy quickly grew slick without any effort on our part.
"You must be exhausted, right? Let's call it a night."
"Ung..."
"Good night."
"G'night, Cain."
She seemed to fall asleep right away, snoring softly. I played with her soft breasts until I drifted off too.
A confession was a confession. Development was development.
I'd kneaded Sia's breasts for ages before passing out cold, only to wake up groggily to the sensation of someone clumsily shaking my cock.
Squelch...! Squish! Squelch!
"...Mm."
"Eek... ow, my wrist hurts!"
"...Sia? You up?"
"Hyah! Ca... C-Cain!!!"
When I opened my eyes, I was lying spread out on the bed. Sia had at some point straddled my crotch, busily working my cock with both hands.
She jolted in surprise when I woke, her face flushing—not just from shock, but with a hint of embarrassment.
"G-good morning!!"
"Yeah, morning. What're you doing first thing?"
"Welll, when I woke up, there was this bad stuff on your... your co... cock! I mean, dick!"
"Oh yeah?"
"So I was treating it for youuu!"
With my cock wedged between her thighs and her breasts getting groped even in her sleep, Sia had leaked plenty of fluids. Seeing her own dried arousal on my shaft, she figured it must be "bad stuff" like hers. Spotting the precum and convinced, she'd started jerking me off earnestly.
"Ugh... Sia, I'm about to cum."
"R-really? Q-quick!"
Squishsquishsquishsquish!!!
Hearing I was close, Sia gripped my cock with her clumsy hands and pumped them furiously.
She must have remembered how I'd rapidly rubbed her clit just before she climaxed during our sessions—her strokes sped up accordingly.
"Block the tip or it'll splatter your face, Sia."
"Ah... ack!"
Spurtspurtspuuuurt!! Spluuurt!!!!! Spuuuush!!! Spluuurt!!
"Hyaaaaah!!!"
The semen erupted with fierce force. Sia yelped in surprise, hurriedly cupping the head with both hands to catch it all.
As she stared mesmerized at my twitching cock, her eyes glazed over slightly. Then the thick night-flower scent wafted heavily, making her nostrils twitch.
"Uuu... sniff... sniff!"
"Thanks, Sia. You made me cum a ton."
"Hehe, really?"
"Yeah. Felt amazing. Best ever."
"Heehee! Glad! B-but what do we do with thiiiis..."
Having caught way too much semen to just wipe off, Sia pouted with a troubled look.
"Let's go wash up first."
"O-okay... but the water..."
"Oh, yesterday Claude and I brought some for washing, and I paid Frank extra to get more."
"A-as expected of Cain!!"
Something about her demeanor toward me felt subtly different after getting up.
It was just vague enough to be confusing, but not in a bad way.
She seemed a bit more conscious of me now.
Flick—
"Hyek! Cain?"
"You'll trip holding your hands like that. Still no strength in your legs?"
"Ung..."
"It's from all that intense exercise yesterday too. Here, I'll carry you."
"Thanks..."
I scooped her up princess-style. She clutched my semen like precious treasure, not letting a drop spill—adorably cute.
"Hiii, Ca... Cain again..."
"Doesn't hurt this time. You're just so pretty, Sia."
"Eek..."
Not knowing what causes erections, she had no choice but to believe me.
But hey, in the early days of dating or during the flirting phase, even a brush of fingertips gets you hard, right? Not a lie.
Blushing furiously from embarrassment, I carried her to the bathroom and showered together.
"Cain... it's happening agaaain..."
"Hyah!!"
"Haaah!!! Hiii!!!"
During the shower, we drained out the thick "really bad stuff(?)" clinging to our bodies once more. After the long rinse, I headed down first.
I dumped last night's massive pile of laundry into the communal basket for pickup—before Frank could see—using the inn's supplies, then casually ordered breakfast.
"Two steaks, please."
"...Breakfast?"
"Yeah. Gotta feed Sia hearty if we're training today."
"...Hmph."
"Not every day, but her stamina's so low, I'll fatten her up with good eats till she builds some endurance."
"Fine. 80 bronze."
"Oh, two drinks too."
"Meat for breakfast? Drinks're on the house."
"Thanks."
Scoring the freebie again today, I grabbed a table near the stairs in case Sia's weak legs made descending tough.
"Cain~ Huh? No soup or bread??"
"Ordered steak."
"Eeeee? Whyyy?"
Sia crept down the stairs, peeking at me slyly. Hearing about the steak, her face lit up, and she thrust it right up to mine.
"Yesterday's workout was brutal, and the massage was long. Gotta refuel properly."
"For reaaal? Hehehe!! Sounds delicious!!"
Thud!
"Whoa! Cain, thanks a ton!! It's been forever, so it feels amaaazing..."
Right then, the inn door burst open. Claude, fresh from the pleasure house, bellowed cheerfully at me—only to spot Sia and cut off mid-sentence.
Our table was close to the stairs, so from the entrance, only my back was visible. He'd assumed Sia hadn't come down yet.
His panicked expression was plain as day.
"Si... Sia, good morning?"
"Ung... morning, Claude..."
Anyone could tell Claude had just rolled out of bed.
His bright golden bedhead and casual clothes were his usual pleasure house getup.
She hadn't noticed yesterday when I mentioned bringing water for Claude and me to wash up—she was too out of it. But seeing him return from outside in the morning with messy hair stuck together? Even oblivious, airheaded Sia couldn't miss it after two years.
"Haha, when'd you come down?"
"Um... came down with Cain?"
"Ah..."
To protect Sia's innocence, I'd fed her bullshit excuses. To spare Claude the shame of his little sister catching him mid-wank, I'd vaguely explained his pleasure house visits.
Per Hawk and Frank's advice—not to warp her sexual knowledge too much—I'd said he was just "with women," skipping the sex part.
So Sia thought his pleasure house nights were just "chatting(?) all night with other girls." Early on in Labyrinth City, seeing him get tossed around by women and hook up briefly had left her super depressed.
About a year in, he tried hiding it better, but this sloppy guy still came back obvious enough for Sia to notice most times.
Comforting her and listening each time was my job... damn idiot.
Normally, she'd force a smile, laugh extra loud, and chat him up. But now, she gazed at him with eerily calm eyes.
After he stopped getting fleeced by whores and trained diligently without visits for a while, Sia had been thrilled. Her serene expression now even made Claude flinch.
"Eaten breakfast?"
Her voice came out chillingly cool. Claude's body twitched and shuddered.