Ep.8 - Sorry, But Those Women Can't Come Anymore
Ep.8 - Sorry, But Those Women Can't Come Anymore
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With joyful hearts, the dwarves once more began raising the leaning buildings.
Smiles returned to their faces, and they all sang cheerfully as they busily set about the repairs to raise L'Myune again.
"You three just rest and enjoy yourselves! Oh, thank goodness the beer cellar was spared—we can treat our benefactors!"
Luckily, the Dragon's attack had missed the beer cellar, so the three were able to taste the dwarves' fine beer.
Caught up in the mood, Delin downed his beer as well, and Eva accepted a glass without refusing.
"But, Eva, shouldn't you not be drinking...? You're still so young..."
"Young?! I'm probably older than you, hmph!"
Receiving the dwarves' hospitality, the two tilted their glasses together.
"You're older than me...? How old are you, then?"
"Nineteen."
Hearing Eva mumble with her lips pouting, Delin couldn't help but be shocked.
'Nineteen?'
'No, she's nineteen and her development is like that...?'
She was barely an adult, yet her appearance was so unbelievable that it naturally caused misunderstandings. And despite that, she boasted she was probably older than Delin, likely because Delin looked even more youthful than Eva.
It was hard to believe she was Neva's younger sister; she was so tiny and felt just like a child.
"Yeah... well... but still younger than me..."
"Will you stop talking now!? I'm not going to mince words with a man!"
But like a little hedgehog, her words were always prickly.
Thinking 'She must have some backstory,' Delin let it slide and took a gulp of the dwarves' beer.
He wasn't particularly fond of alcohol, but the dwarves' beer didn't feel unpleasant.
The beer was better than ever, to the point that even Delin, who didn't know much about alcohol, could enjoy it...
"..."
It was only Neva who wasn't enjoying that fine alcohol.
For some reason, Neva didn't drink much, merely pretending to take a few sips, and just watched Delin and Eva.
"Just a little while ago you were crying your eyes out and kept talking to me first, and now..."
"Wh-When did I ever! Be quiet! Honestly, this is why men! They're all stupid and dirty!"
Unlike the beer foam clinging to the lips of the little man and woman, only a faint smile lingered on Neva's lips.
She sat there quietly, watching the two grow tipsy, simply remaining in silence...
"But, Neva-noona, why aren't the other noonas coming back? It's been over an hour already..."
After wrapping up his conversation with the fussy Eva, Delin spoke to Neva.
At that question, Neva took a few sips of beer, paused for a moment, then answered quietly.
"We agreed to rejoin later. Don't worry."
"Later...?"
"They're probably gathering treasures from the Dragon's nest. So I decided to come down first and watch over you two."
Delin tilted his head for a moment, then thought, 'They took down a terrifying being like a Dragon, so they must have a lot to pack up,' and emptied his glass.
The beer tasted better than usual.
So he ended up drinking more than usual, and his mind grew increasingly hazy.
"Right, yes... but, still... we need to leave quickly. Please take me back to them. We need to depart quickly..."
The tipsy Delin staggered to his feet, urging Neva to leave quickly, but—
"There's no need to worry. From tomorrow, we can move even faster."
Neva gently supported his swaying body and sat him down next to Eva.
Eva, with her lips already pouting, thrust them out even further and turned her head away sharply.
"..."
Unlike before, she didn't hurl harsh words at her older sister.
The three of them passed the time like that, amid the weariness from beer and fatigue...
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"Uhhh... huuung..."
Delin opened his eyes again when he suddenly sensed an incongruity in his shaking field of vision.
Unlike the jolting sensation, his body was oddly stiff as if stuck in an uncomfortable position,
"Uhh... mph...?"
and his mouth was also parched and gagged with a strange piece of cloth.
Being weak, he instinctively sensed a physical threat, as if God had bestowed a special sensitivity upon the weak.
The weak must be more sensitive. That was perhaps why he had opened his eyes sooner than the woman had anticipated.
"..."
Delin was loaded onto Neva's back, tightly bound to something like a pack frame.
"Hrrph... grrph..."
Delin struggled. The pack frame he was tied to jolted with his movements, and with that, the small witch tied beside him also woke up.
"Hrrph!?"
"Hng, hrrph..."
The two looked at each other.
With hangovers still pounding in their heads and limited vision, they looked at each other and realized they were both tied up in the same way.
"Haaah..."
The jolting view that came from being dragged somewhere stopped. At the same time, Delin heard Neva's voice from behind.
"Delin, you're awake."
Neva, having called out to Delin first, quietly turned her head to glance back and noticed that her younger sister was also awake.
"Eva. You're awake too."
The two, loaded onto Neva's back like luggage, trembled and thrashed, unable to understand what on earth was happening.
"Mmph! Mmrph!"
"Hrrrph...!"
Their view shifted again. The three felt the chilly night air as they headed somewhere.
"We have to hurry to reach God's Garden, so let's put off resting for later. You understand, right."
Neva walked, carrying the two.
She showed not the slightest sign of effort.
Because it actually wasn't hard for her.
She was simply happy, carrying them on her back.
Her steps were extremely light, treading lightly even over the rather rough dwarf lands.
"..."
Nevertheless, the reason her pace gradually slowed—
"No, let's rest just a bit."—was probably because of the love she had been putting off.
A flat patch of ground. A small campfire was lit. A thin blanket gently spread out.
"Eva. Lie down for a bit and rest your eyes."
"Mmmmph!"
Neva laid her sister down to one side and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Eva squirmed and resisted as if trying to say something, but there was nothing a bound girl could do.
Delin was in the same situation. Tightly bound, he watched Eva being laid down with her back to him, and when he saw Neva walking toward him, he shook his head from side to side.
"Hrrrph! Mmph!"
All he could do was shake his head. Everything else was up to Neva.
"Delin. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry, but those women can't come anymore. From now on, it's going to be just the three of us traveling."
Neva gently climbed on top of Delin and carefully stroked his cheek, which was beaded with cold sweat.
"Mmmmph!!"
From that gentle touch, Delin felt terror and struggled, but Neva paid no mind and began unfastening her armor, preparing for the act.
"All this time, I've really held back so much. I've endured constantly..."
Though Neva's body was drenched in sweat from the grueling battle and the hours-long march, a bewitching scent, not a stench, still emanated from her.
Pinned beneath her, his mouth stuffed, Delin breathed in Neva's scent fully and trembled.
Having already been forced several times, he might have been expected to get used to it by now, but the look in the female knight's eyes as she stared down at him was unlike any he had experienced so far—so much so that it would be more fitting to say it wasn't human at all.
"Mmmph! Brrph...!"
Delin called out Neva's name through his gag, begging for mercy. He couldn't understand why this situation had come about, but he pleaded while looking into Neva's calm eyes that showed not a shred of hesitation.
"Guh, hrrrph..."
Delin's tear-filled eyes were reflected in Neva's blue pupils, but Neva still did not stop.
To the broken knight, the man's heart did not reach her. Only his lewd body and allure were conveyed.
"I love you too."
Because of Delin's appearance that made her body flush hot, Neva tried to release the lust boiling inside her...
but.
"..."
In the end, she simply, quietly pulled Delin into an embrace.
Then suddenly, as if something had occurred to her, she rose, and still holding Delin, laid him down next to Eva.
"You two don't have to worry... I'll protect you..."
She soothed their weary bodies by pulling them into her soft embrace.
Fortunately, there were no monsters coming to prey on them.
The Dragon's blood that Neva was drenched in, and the saintess's blood filled with God's divine power, were the kind of blood that monsters dared not approach.
Only three unsteady breaths filled their little nest.
Two small breaths, held within her smooth yet firm arms, watching her warily.
And one breath, struggling to suppress lust, but...
"...Haaah, mmmph..."
a breath exhaled while caressing her own heated body, feeling the two precious beings she truly wanted to protect.
Delin etched the gradually loosening image of Neva into his mind and prayed fervently that she would just finish soothing herself on her own, but—
"Haaah..."
Neva, ignoring that earnest prayer, rose again and advanced, carrying Delin in her arms.
But then she stopped again, then again hugged Delin...
As if telling of Neva's anxious heart, her steps could hardly find any direction.
"Guh, hrrrph..."
But Neva eventually recalled the image of Delin acting coquettish and grinning foolishly with the women.
In the end, at a short distance where Eva could probably hear Delin's sobbing, she began to peel off his clothes, layer by layer.