The Bet, What Was at Stake (3)
On the way back to her room after dinner, she knocked on Yujin’s door once more just in case, but there was still no answer.
She wished he would at least say something if he was going out. It left her feeling a little hurt.
‘Tsk.’
She sat down on the bed to wrap up the day, and as expected, her mind quickly filled with thoughts of Ceres.
The moment she recalled how the saintess hadn’t pulled away from her hand on the stairs, a smile naturally formed on her lips.
The fact that they were apart right now made her a little anxious, but she soothed herself by thinking of Rillen, who was supposed to be staying by Ceres’s side.
Knock, knock.
Was it Yujin? At the sound of someone knocking, Dain opened the door.
“Haha, Warrior sir.”
“Rillen?”
Why was she here? She was supposed to be with Ceres.
“Why… what’s going on?”
“I heard from Yujin that you were here. Coming in!”
“Yujin?”
Rillen strode inside with her usual energy, looked around the room, and scrunched her face in mild apology.
“Sorry about this. It’s even shabbier than I expected.”
“That doesn’t matter. What brings you here? Where’s Yujin?”
“We were wandering around the village together, but I came back alone. He said he wanted to look around a bit more.”
“Ah, when did you two make plans like that….”
“Last night while we were camping. What were you doing?”
“Checking my gear. I was about to sleep. I’m tired.”
Hurry up and leave. She didn’t want to show it, but the thought of Ceres being alone made her heart grow increasingly restless.
“Hmm, then shall I help you relieve some of that fatigue?”
“Pardon?”
Without waiting for Dain’s reply, Rillen—who had come dressed comfortably—boldly pulled up her top.
With a soft thud, her half-naked top fell to the floor.
“Ugh! W-what…!”
Her trained abs, slim waist, and above them, her firm, bowl-shaped breasts were fully exposed, yet Rillen didn’t seem to mind at all.
Was this some kind of trend? First Lillias, now Rillen. Why were they all doing this?
“Aren’t you interested in women?”
“That’s not it! Put your clothes back on first!”
“Huh? Then why?”
As Dain bent to pick up the fallen garment, Rillen stepped close, grabbed her arm, and shoved her onto the bed.
“Ah!”
It wasn’t raw strength that pushed her down. Rillen had climbed onto Dain’s waist in an instant while holding her arm, and with expert hip movements, she completely pinned the struggling warrior in place.
“Look here. Doesn’t this part react?”
Rillen’s thick thighs, clad in tight pants, kept rubbing against her, and there was nothing Dain could do about it.
The moment the protruding bulge touched her mound, Rillen’s face flushed slightly. She pressed it firmly against her own curves and began sliding back and forth, driving Dain to the brink of madness.
“Should I take these off too?”
“…Get off.”
“Huh?”
“Get off me. Now.”
The panic faded, leaving only a firm, decisive expression of refusal. Of course, it was an act.
If she didn’t make it crystal clear that she was rejecting her, Rillen showed no signs of stopping.
“Hmm.”
Rillen stared at her for a moment, let out a short breath, and slowly climbed down.
Dain immediately covered the bulge between her legs with her hands.
“Wow, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think you’d hate it this much.”
“It’s not that I hate it. Ha… anyway, you can’t just do this.”
“Really? Nine out of ten guys end up giving in when I do this. What didn’t you like?”
“It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just…”
She couldn’t come up with a proper response and simply sighed.
But when she glanced at Rillen again, the adventurer’s face was genuinely waiting for an answer—an explanation that would make sense.
Had the rejection wounded her pride?
“…There’s someone I like.”
“Ah~ I see… so you’re that type? Who is it?”
“I’m not telling.”
“I can probably guess. It’s the Saintess, right?”
Dain’s eyes widened on their own. Had it been that obvious?
Soon realizing that her expression was answer enough, Dain quietly lowered her head.
“It’s a shame, but if that’s the case, I can’t do anything about it.”
“…I’m sorry. I do think you’re incredibly attractive, Rillen.”
“Haha, thank you!”
Once again, Rillen’s bright, cheerful laugh returned.
She picked up her top from the bed, put it back on, clicked her tongue, and opened the door.
“Sorry about that. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again!”
“Yes, yes. You’re heading straight back to the inn, right?”
“Yep!”
Dain let out a long sigh of relief. She hoped Rillen would hurry back to Ceres’s side.
But there was one last thing she needed to ask.
“Um, Rillen.”
“Yes?”
“Please keep this a secret from Ceres.”
“Haha, got it! Don’t worry.”
“How did it go?”
“She turned me down flat.”
“Hmm. Really? What did she say?”
“That she likes the Saintess. Ah, but it was supposed to be a secret!”
When Rillen returned to Zarco’s room, she laughed awkwardly, but Zarco didn’t look particularly disappointed.
After all, Lillias had been rejected too when he sent her. He had already expected this.
“Is that so, Ceres.”
Ceres let out a quiet sigh of relief as she lay naked in the Hero’s arms, her breasts being kneaded by his hands.
“…”
The Saintess, whose bare breasts were being thoroughly groped while she rested in the Hero’s embrace, quietly exhaled in relief.
Even though she trusted Dain, she had still felt uneasy about Rillen and her toned, healthy beauty.
And then there were those words—I like you. If the situation had been different, how happy would those words have made her?
“You won the bet.”
He lifted her breast and wrapped his tongue around the already hardened nipple.
Slurp.
As if he had no interest in hearing her answer, the vulgar sound of him sucking on her breast filled the room.
“Eut, haa…”
“…Hmm. Tell me. What do you want me to do?”
The Saintess turned her head to look at the Hero.
“Don’t ever tell Dain. Don’t even mention it. Not the reinforcement, nothing.”
“Hmm.”
It was exactly the answer he had expected. Zarco turned his head slightly to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips.
Whether Dain would fall for Rillen’s seduction or not.
Even though it was embarrassing and humiliating, the reason Ceres had agreed to his coercive bet was surely because she wanted to make absolutely sure of that fact.
“Understood.” “Really?”
“Of course. A bet should be honored properly.”
His fingers, pretending to be disappointed, pinched her nipple. Hard. Cruelly.
The soft bud was painfully crushed between his fingers.
“Ahk…”
“What a shame. I really wanted to show Dain your pussy with my cock buried inside it.”
“What… ahk!”
He pulled upward on the pinched nipple, stretching her breast out long before letting go.
When he released it, the breast swayed and dropped, and the nipple was now noticeably longer than the one on the other side.
“How do you feel right now? Dain rejected Rillen, after all.”
“W-what…”
“Don’t you feel like you betrayed Dain?”
The Saintess’s face flushed bright red. But she gave no answer.
He needed to deliver the finishing blow to the woman who had simply hung her head.
Beyond her soft, bouncy belly, Zarco’s hand slipped between Ceres’s thighs.
After brushing past the thick bush of pubic hair that tickled his palm, his fingers reached the Saintess’s pussy.
He lightly stroked the slit, then lifted his hand in front of her eyes.
Sticky strands of the Saintess’s viscous nectar stretched between his fingers.
“Wow, this doesn’t break easily at all.”
“…”
He deliberately spread and closed his fingers in front of her, showing how the sticky threads grew longer and longer, but when Ceres only kept her head down, his interest seemed to wane. He rose from the bed.
“Alright then. It’s time for the other bet.”
The Hero stood beside the chair opposite the bed.
There, Yujin sat completely naked, tied to the chair with a gag in his mouth, his cock swollen and red as if it might burst at any moment as he stared at the naked Saintess.
“Mmph! Mmph…!”
“Wow, he’s really holding it in. He must want you pretty badly, Ceres.”
The Saintess turned her head away.
The bet Zarco had proposed to Yujin yesterday, after the young soldier had secretly watched her being touched by the Hero.
If Yujin could look at the Saintess’s naked body until Rillen returned without ejaculating, he would be allowed to have her.
It was an absurd proposal.
“I never agreed to that.”
“Come on. Don’t be so boring.”
“It’s a meaningless bet. I’m not doing it.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Though the sounds were muffled by the gag, his expression alone made it clear what he was saying.
He was practically screaming for his reward.
“Sigh. Then what about Grahn?”
“…That has nothing to do with this.”
“But if we just send him back like this, wouldn’t that be too pitiful for Yujin?”
“…No. This bet was ridiculous from the start.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Yujin shook his head violently. The Hero clapped his hands together as if he had just had an idea.
“Then let’s do it this way. We need to keep Yujin’s mouth shut too, right? From Dain.”
“…What?”
“He already saw everything. What if Yujin talks?”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
This time Yujin nodded so hard the chair shook.
“…You planned this from the beginning…”
“What are you talking about? Don’t worry. You’ve already sealed my lips perfectly.”
It was sophistry. From the very start, the situation had been entirely within Zarco’s grasp.
For some reason, Zarco wanted to share her.
“…It’s unfair.”
“Hm?”
At the Saintess’s words, the Hero turned to look at her.
Ceres, looking embarrassed, glanced sideways at Yujin’s erect cock and spoke.
“How is he supposed to cum… if I don’t even touch it?”
“Is that so? I thought it was a pretty fair bet.”
The Hero pointed at Yujin’s member. Clear fluid already coated not only the glans but the entire shaft.
“Your body must be quite lewd.”
“…Anyway, it’s unfair. Let’s pretend it never happened.”
“Aww, you can’t do that.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
It seemed Yujin agreed with Zarco.
“Fine. Then let’s change the terms.”
“…What now? I don’t want to.”
Zarco ignored her protest and offered a new bet.
“You do it.”
“What?”
“About a minute should be enough. You make Yujin cum. Then there’s no complaint, right?”
“No—”
“Come on, Yujin.”
Zarco placed a hand on Yujin’s shoulder.
“Never tell Dain. If you do, the bet starts over. How about it?”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
The chair rocked back and forth.
“Now, if you just accept, Yujin’s mouth will be sealed too.”
“…”
The answer had already been decided by him. The way the Hero acted as if he were giving her a choice made her sick.
There was only Rillen smiling brightly, seemingly curious about what would happen next, and Yujin staring at her with bloodshot eyes.
There was no ally for her in this room.
“…One minute. Count it properly.”
“Of course.”
Zarco picked up the hourglass that had been on top of the cabinet.
“Ready? Go.”
Yujin’s cock was already gushing transparent fluid like crazy.
If his erection was because of her, she might actually be able to win.
Without a word, Ceres sat down between Yujin’s legs.
“Start.”
Compared to Zarco and Grahn, it was noticeably smaller. It was rude to think so, but it was small and rather cute.
Even after sitting down, she was afraid to touch it. He was Dain’s friend.
“Come on, it’s already getting close.”
In her urgency, she quickly grabbed Yujin’s cock.
As she stroked it up and down, Yujin’s head snapped back at the soft touch, but she could feel the desperate will to endure radiating from his trembling body.
‘Y-you…!’
“It’s pouring out nonstop.”
The falling sand felt far too fast. He already looked like he was at his limit—how was he holding on?
Even when she gripped harder and stroked more firmly, he only twitched.
“Halfway there.”
Already? The Saintess’s heart pounded violently.
The urgent desire to make him cum as quickly as possible drove her to take Yujin’s cock into her mouth.
The Saintess’s lips wrapped around the young soldier’s cock as the Hero watched with a satisfied smile.
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Slurp. She moved her head, sucking the wet shaft, and Yujin began shaking the chair wildly.
‘Please… cum quickly, please…’
She licked the sticky glans clean and pushed her tongue into the wrinkled folds beneath the head.
Drool spilled from Yujin’s gagged mouth. He was clearly at his limit.
‘Please, please… he’s Dain’s friend…!’
She took the cock deep into her throat, sucking, stroking, and servicing him with desperate speed and care, but—
“Time’s up.”
A chill ran down her spine. She spat out the wet but still white-fluid-free cock and turned around.
The Hero was shaking the hourglass, which was already completely filled with sand.
Even without looking, she could feel Yujin, still bound to the chair, growling like a starving dog.
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