Chapter 99
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Afterglow and Alley Encounter
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"Ahh... Ahhn..."
Cecil's ragged breaths and the even lewder squelching sounds filled the room.
We had completely crossed the line of a mere massage by now, but Cecil simply savored my touch with a dazed expression, her hand clamped over her mouth.
Every time my thick fingers stirred deep inside Cecil's pussy, she let out moans that bordered on outright sobs.
Only then did I give her a quiet warning.
"The room next door is the Knight Captain's..."
"Ah, y-yes... Sorry... I'll try to hold it in..."
For some reason, she apologized to me as she clamped her hand even tighter over her mouth, enjoying my touch—until that moment finally arrived.
As I caressed Cecil's pussy, I found what could be called her weak spot.
The vaginal wall just below, between her pussy entrance and lower abdomen.
When I pressed lightly there and shook my hand like a vibrator, her pussy clenched rhythmically, pussy juice gushing out.
Her hips lifted into the air, and Cecil's voice, gulping for breath, rang in my ear.
"Nngh... It's coming out..."
Cecil barely managed to stifle her moans, but she couldn't stop the juices streaming out, soaking the towel through.
Then, she went limp as if all the strength had drained from her body.
I slipped my hand under the loosened towel, which had come undone from her body arching in climax.
The oil on my palm had long since dried, but Cecil's slick body clung perfectly to my hand.
She flinched and curled up as if ticklish, but soon surrendered her entire body to the warmth of my touch.
I stroked her slender waist, then moved my hand up to her chest.
Her two breasts, spilling to the sides, deformed under my palm.
"Hup..."
Even Cecil, exhausted from climax, stared blankly as her breasts were kneaded.
I avoided her stiffly erect nipples, teasing only the surrounding areolas with my fingers.
I repeated the motion.
Over and over, until a plea escaped Cecil's thoroughly tormented lips.
"Here too..."
She pushed her flushed breasts toward me of her own accord.
Granting her request, I smiled.
"Here."
It was nothing special.
I just drizzled cold body oil onto my hand and gently pinched her nipple.
That alone sent Cecil into ecstasy, a moan spilling from her lips.
"Nnggh..."
Tears streamed from her eyes from the intensity of her climax, her long tongue lolling out.
Whoosh.
Her legs, lifted in climax, nearly smacked me.
Her straight, outstretched legs shook mercilessly.
"Ohhh... ♥"
To think she could climax this hard from just a massage.
I considered going all the way, but decided to save that pleasure for later.
Cecil's body was more sensitive than expected, and she'd already peaked too many times.
She was already worn out from the dungeon run—if I pushed her to more climaxes, she might actually pass out.
There would be plenty of chances anyway.
I paused the massage for a moment and spritzed some perfume around the room.
Right on cue, someone knocked on the door.
I cracked the door open just enough to check who it was.
And standing there was none other than Knight Captain Dana.
"Knight Captain Dana?"
"Oh, Seonghan. Um... I keep hearing what sounds like animal cries from the next room."
"Ah..."
I glanced back at Cecil.
At Cecil, twitching with her legs spread wide.
"I had the window open, so it must've been sounds from outside echoing in."
"...Is that so? You know keeping pets in the dorms is prohibited, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Whether my awkward excuse worked or not, Dana closed the door and headed back to her room.
She must've thought I was keeping an animal.
Good thing I'd spritzed perfume before opening the door.
Otherwise, she might've caught the scent of a bitch in heat.
Animal cries, huh.
I looked down at Cecil, who had already drifted off into deep sleep with her eyes closed.
Fetish: Earls or barons, men with bright futures, massage
No wonder her fetishes had lowered in standards.
Wasn't it originally princes on white horses or dukes' sons?
I grabbed a towel and wiped down Cecil's sweat-soaked body, then let her sleep in my bed.
Having exhausted all her stamina, she was out cold—waking her felt wrong.
Besides, I was partly responsible for her state, so my conscience wouldn't allow it.
I locked up and headed out to buy supplies, as usual.
I had a lot to get today.
"Comforter, towels, barbells, lighting..."
Just the essentials already amounted to this much.
And seeing Cecil's condition, she probably wouldn't wake up by nightfall, so I even considered an overnight stay.
In a world full of adventurers and peddlers, finding a place to crash wasn't hard.
Shopping wouldn't take long either.
I knew most of the spots already.
The towel shop from before also sold comforters, and for barbells, the smithy district would do.
Lighting was the tricky one.
Where the hell did I need to go for that?
"Hm?"
Lost in thought, I wandered the streets and ended up in a deeper alley.
A back alley where sunlight barely reached.
Even here, shops lined the way.
Each one had signs depicting wide-brimmed wizard hats.
Probably sold magic-related items or magic tools.
Wizards, huh.
They appeared in the main story too.
Not a huge role, but one came as reinforcements for the knight order, just like I'd mentioned before.
"Might as well check it out."
Maybe lighting counted as a magic tool.
With that in mind, I stepped into the nearest shop.
The interior was dimly lit and gloomy.
Items were jumbled haphazardly, with no clear organization.
Scrolls stuck among potions, tiny staves wedged between books.
It was like they half-heartedly wanted to sell.
But the pièce de résistance was the shopkeeper behind the counter.
"...What're you looking for?"
A man in black robes, hood pulled low over his face, spoke in a gruff voice.
The already oppressive atmosphere, plus the shady robes, gave off a creepy vibe.
At this level, other customers probably bolted in fright.
"Do you have any lighting?"
"...Details."
"Not too bright—something with a soft orange glow."
"Hmm..."
Did this mess have its own logic?
The man thudded over and pulled out a few items from the shelves.
He fiddled with them, making them glow to test the light.
Curious, I watched—then he returned to the counter and handed one to me.
"This is a light stone."
I'd seen it before.
Specifically, the ones on my room's ceiling.
A stone that emitted bright light, but this one in his hand was dimmer.
Which was perfect.
A soft orange glow.
Exactly what I wanted.
"Heat it up, and it'll glow bright for days."
"Ah, got it..."
"There are longer-lasting ones, but they're too bright..."
No need to hesitate—I bought it.
First impressions were awful, but the item was solid.
As I stepped out, a commotion erupted in the alley corner.
"You bitch!"
"What?! Bitch? Do you know who I am?!"
In these dark back alleys, such scenes were commonplace—no one paid much mind.
But I stared intently.
At the long-eared woman caught up in the fight.
An elf.
Holding a wooden staff.
I'd planned to ignore it at first, but thinking ahead, raising favor with an elf now wasn't a bad idea.
She was someone I'd run into often anyway.
I approached the elf and the man slowly.
"What's going on?"
"This bitch broke our shop's item and tried to just walk away!"
"I didn't break it! It was defective from the start! Does it make sense for a magic tool to shatter from a tiny bit of mana?!"
I'd stepped in to mediate, but both lit into me like I'd shown up to hear their grievances.
They ramped up, ready to lunge at each other.
The solution was simple.
"I'll cover the compensation instead."
"Huh? Oh, if you'd do that, I'd be grateful..."
"Wha? For real?"
Both looked at me in stunned surprise.
"Yes. This person's coming as support for our knight order."
"This elf is the support?"
The elf, catching the man's gaze, puffed out her chest proudly and nodded.
"That's right! I'm Lexy, the mage here to support the knight order!"
Even as she introduced herself boldly, the man eyed her suspiciously before turning to me.
"...Five gold."
"Damn."
That was steep.
Hearing the price, Lexy—who'd been standing tall just moments ago—shrank back in.
"It's... expensive, huh...? I have about one gold..."
"It's fine."
It was pricey, sure, but that was it.
I handed the man five gold.
"Thank you."
"Wooow!"
The man and Lexy's faces lit up at the same time.