Day 6 of Holding Back - 1
"You went too far last night!"
Irene was fuming over breakfast, stuffing bread into her mouth with a sulky pout.
The free breakfast consisted of a simple lamb stew, a loaf of bread, and a bottle of milk. Not bad at all.
"Did you really have to provoke me like that?"
Irene kept grumbling about last night, violently tearing into the bread, dipping it in the stew, and gulping down her milk.
"Ugh… seriously."
Last night.
I had deliberately waved my cock right in front of her, refusing to let her touch so much as my chest, working her up until she was losing her mind with frustration.
"I couldn’t sleep a wink because of what you did! My heart was racing the whole time!"
Because of that, Irene had spent a long time twitching and squirming behind me, her breathing rough and uneven.
Of course, it had all gone exactly according to my plan. It was the kind of deliberate buildup I was saving for later—an accumulated debt of stimulation.
"…Heh."
"You’re laughing? You’re actually laughing?!"
The fact that I had gotten Irene this worked up! That I had nearly turned the saintess into a cock-crazed mess!
That I had reduced her to such a complete wreck!
Thinking about how I had finally gotten the upper hand on my childhood friend after so long, I couldn’t help but smile.
"Did you enjoy getting me all hot and bothered? Huh?"
"Yep."
"You enjoyed it… Oh my god… you absolute jerk!"
Irene raised her hand like she was going to hit me.
It was just fun.
Honestly, it was pretty entertaining.
Was this what sadism or a sense of conquest felt like?
I had followed my instincts and succeeded in controlling the situation my way. There was no greater pleasure.
So while Irene was angrily shoving food into her mouth with a pout, I was humming cheerfully as I ate.
This bread is good. Did they add sugar?
The stew had high-quality lamb—probably young. Tasted great.
The milk was fresh too. Good enough that I could drink another bottle.
But would Irene’s breast milk taste like this?
I kept glancing back and forth between the milk in my cup… no, the milk, and Irene’s chest.
"W-what are you looking at?"
"Nothing. Just wondering if your breast milk would taste like this when it comes in."
"…"
Irene stared down at me with utter contempt. The kind of look you give someone who just said something that should never be spoken aloud.
Why? What? I’m allowed to be curious.
But then her expression shifted to embarrassment. She glanced around and whispered in a tiny voice.
"…You can check for yourself later."
She briefly flashed her nipple at me. It was perky and firm. So that was the pink thing I’d sucked on yesterday.
The one with that salty yet comforting taste.
But… later?
I didn’t understand what she meant. Was she implying she’d get pregnant someday?
We couldn’t get pregnant because of the curse anyway. What was she even talking about?
I couldn’t make sense of it, so I simply chalked it up to nonsense from our increasingly perverted saintess and childhood friend.
"There are people around. Put it away."
I poked her nipple with the tip of my spoon.
"Ahn♡"
Irene let out a seductive little smile and quickly covered her chest again.
Then she continued in that same quiet voice.
"Yesterday you showed me your cock… and kept touching my nipples… If you touch me even a little, I feel like I’ll come right away…"
She kept saying things that made my cock twitch in response. Was this revenge? A prank in return for my prank last night?
I looked around. There weren’t many people, and the tables near us were empty, so it wasn’t loud enough to draw attention.
So I deliberately played along.
"…I was losing my mind yesterday because your naked body was so beautiful."
A prank deserves a prank in return.
At that, Irene’s face flushed bright red and she couldn’t say a word.
She hung her head and quietly stirred her stew with her spoon.
That should shut her up for a while.
I tried to finish my meal in peace, but—
"Eek?!"
Irene lifted her leg and pressed it toward my cock. Her toes hovered just shy of the glans, deliberately teasing me while still following our rules.
"Hng~? What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to eat?"
She smiled brightly. Damn it, I don’t know how she can look so happy while messing with me. Oh, right. I’d laughed while pranking her too.
The almost-there stimulation gradually made me hard. On top of that, she occasionally stroked the insides of my thighs with her foot, adding even more sensation. I felt like I was going insane. This body was approaching a full week without release. Others might be able to climax from kissing, but not me.
I finished my stew, bread, and milk in seconds.
"Come with me."
"Hueh?"
I grabbed the arm of a still-eating Irene and dragged her to a secluded spot behind the inn, behind a massive old tree. I pinned her arms against the trunk so she couldn’t move.
"W-what are you going to do…?"
Her face was full of panic, but she began to laugh with a thrill of anticipation for whatever was coming. I stared at her, breathing hard.
"Morris, your eyes look scary…"
How much longer did I have to endure?
Just one more day.
But I couldn’t take Irene’s constant provocations anymore. What would make her shut her mouth and stop? What would keep her from teasing me again?
More sexual stimulation? Another kiss? No. That would excite me too, and it would feel good for her.
Should I provoke her back? Try to drive her crazy with words? No. That was only a temporary fix. Hadn’t I just seen her start pranking me right away?
Ah. Then.
Let’s just say embarrassing things to each other.
"Morris…?"
I released her arms.
And then.
"Irene."
I pulled her into a tight embrace. No stimulation at all—just a hug.
"?!?! W-why is he acting like this?!"
I held her close. Just like when we had faced each other naked yesterday, I hugged her tightly enough for the memory to come flooding back.
"I’m begging you. Please stop provoking me."
"…"
Whether she had read my heart or felt my painfully erect cock pressing against her stomach, I didn’t know.
Maybe she sensed how stiff and trembling I was, how one small touch could set me off.
"…Okay."
Irene quietly wrapped her arms around me too.
"Just one more day… If we hold out one more day…"
"Yeah. Just one more day."
"After we sleep and wake up, we can do it as much as we want…"
At the words “do it as much as we want,” Irene’s eyes sparkled. Like a cat that had spotted a delicious treat.
"Really?"
"Yeah. We can start in the morning if you want. I’ll keep going until I die."
"Is that… really true?"
Irene’s breathing grew heavier. I could see her face turning red with anticipation. I could even feel her groin getting wet.
"Yeah. It’s real. That’s what I planned from the beginning."
"Morris…!"
Irene hugged me even tighter, rubbing her face against my chest as she spoke.
"Morris really is the best! Meeting you is definitely something I’ll never regret!"
"Yeah… same here."
"Morris."
"Hm?"
Irene lifted her head. She was looking up at me with a smile. It felt so lovely that my heart tightened.
What was this feeling?
What was this sensation?
Some emotion I felt like I shouldn’t have was slowly rising inside me.
Irene opened her mouth to say something, but then hesitated.
"Kiss me."
So I kissed her immediately.
It was a long, long kiss.
*
We decided to stay two more nights at the same inn. It was close to the holy site, and the innkeeper was treating us so well that we wanted to linger.
"Hahaha! If you’re staying longer, I’m even more grateful! But breakfast won’t be free anymore, so you’ll have to pay for it!"
It was only fair, so we paid for two additional nights and breakfast. Then we took a carriage to the nearby pilgrimage site.
"The innkeeper told me this holy site is the monastery of a saint who achieved Ascension while praying."
Irene explained, and we headed there.
The monastery was relatively small.
Typical monasteries usually had fields and buildings large enough to house a dozen or so people. But this place was barely the size of a castle wall attached to a fortress. It looked more like an observatory than a monastery.
Still, since it was a holy site, we sat at the legendary spot where the saint had ascended and offered prayers.
"…Please let us be happy."
Today too, Irene prayed for happiness at the holy site.
What kind of happiness was she wishing for? Her own happiness for the remaining days? Happiness for both of us?
Whatever it was… our shared desire to spend the remaining time without any trouble and be happy was the same.
"Let us be happy."
I prayed alongside her.
*
Night fell.
Today, as promised, another day of mutual stimulation began.
When night came and the appointed time approached, Irene slipped into the tub to wash.
"Morris~ Let’s wash together~"
The invitation to bathe together.
It had been a very long time since I’d heard those words. We used to do it when we were little. I thought about refusing, but since we had already seen each other naked, what did it matter?
"Alright."
I undressed and got in with her.
I sat at the back of the tub, and Irene sat in front of me.
"Oh my."
Irene saw something and smiled as she looked up at me.
"This makes it look like I’ve grown a cock, doesn’t it?"
It was because my erection was rising between her thighs.
Irene deliberately avoided touching it, simply pointing at it.
"…I guess so."
"So…"
Irene stretched her arms behind her and wrapped them around my face.
With a mischievous, seductive smile, she asked.
"What are we going to do today?"