Chapter 24 - They Say We Look Like Newlyweds?
“Hoo…”
We got kicked out of the inn again.
“We did go at it for a pretty long time, huh…?”
“They said the noise pollution was too bad until late at night, and they can't put up with it anymore… Well, nothing we can do about it.”
After going at it until almost dawn, the complaints poured in, and we ended up getting booted, just like last time.
“Guess we need to be quieter from now on.”
“Yeah… Let's pray we don't get kicked out of this next inn.”
So we had no choice but to find another place, ending up at one even more expensive than the last. We were sitting there taking a short break.
“But we've got a bit of a problem…”
A real headache of a problem had cropped up.
“What is it?”
“Money… We're gonna run short.”
Switching inns so many times had emptied our wallets faster than expected. The reward money from the monster extermination for the bride had all been blown on this new room.
“What?! For real?!”
“I factored in your assets and mine, but at this rate, we might not make it all the way to the exile site…”
Even calculating for the bare minimum on food and lodging, we'd run dry before reaching the exile site.
We might end up camping dangerously in the middle of the road or starving.
And we needed to stash enough for survival once we got there. Factoring that in made things even tighter.
In other words.
“Looks like we need to make some money here.”
We had to earn cash. That way, we could handle the sanctuary pilgrimage smoothly and push on to exile without stopping.
“…They only left us a pittance after confiscating everything since we're exiled.”
Irene let out a deep sigh, her face fallen.
Her punishment included asset forfeiture. Stripped of her Saintess title, she had to return part of the maintenance stipend she'd received all those years.
That shrank her fortune, and with that tiny bit left, she was exiled.
I'd chipped in some of mine too, but I wasn't exactly flush either.
Running out midway was probably inevitable.
It had just come sooner than expected.
“What do we do? Morris, can we find some work around here?”
“Needs to be something quick… Can't stick around long.”
The road to exile was rough. We didn't have to rush, but dawdling too long wasn't an option either.
Otherwise, we'd be charged with fleeing exile, and our heads would roll for real.
We had to arrive by a rough estimated date and send word via the local official that we'd reached the site.
“How many days until we have to get to the exile site?”
Irene asked. I counted on my fingers, doing the math in my head.
“…About 80 days?”
“That's close to our death day.”
80 days. Our death curse was at D-89.
I'd almost forgotten until Irene mentioned it with her bright smile, hitting me like a brick.
Right—we were living on borrowed time. Cursed to die in 100 days.
That's why we were having sex, enjoying what little life we had left.
“…”
It hit hard. We'd reach the exile site and have to die without much peaceful time left.
But with the curse, what could we do?
If only Irene could regain her memories and find a way out…
I sighed.
“…Still, that's quite a bit left.”
“Right? It's only been ten days.”
“Yeah.”
I stood up and stroked Irene's hair.
“Why the sudden head pat?”
“Just… felt like it.”
She just looked pitiful all of a sudden.
Or maybe admirable, smiling despite the end drawing near.
Irene seemed shy but didn't mind.
“Anyway… For short-term work we can handle… it'll have to be…”
There was only one place. And the one thing Irene and I were best at.
“Let's hit the guild. See if they've got any monster extermination quests.”
Monster hunting it was.
🐔 Mid-tier monster individuals appearing in the forest!
💰 Reward per proof item upon subjugation.
“Being a sanctuary, they must be zealous about monster control.”
We tore one extermination request off the board.
“The faith here probably demands no monsters in a holy land, right?”
Irene said, looking at the request.
We handed it to the receptionist.
“Ah… Are you two taking this quest?”
We nodded and confirmed. The receptionist looked troubled.
“This'll be tough for just the two of you. Could be life-threatening. Still want it?”
We must've looked like small fry. Makes sense for strangers. We nodded without a hitch.
The receptionist sighed, troubled, then.
“Please sign here.”
She handed over the form with the quest details.
I wrote Morris Eugene, Irene Luten, and passed it back.
She squinted at our names.
“…Saintess?”
She recognized Irene. Irene startled, glancing around to see if anyone heard. Whispers were already spreading.
“Ah, uh… that is…”
Irene panicked. I stepped in front of her.
“Keep it quiet. Before it blows up.”
I glared around. People averted their eyes and got back to business.
“Got it… Good luck!”
The receptionist returned the request, and we headed out. Eyes followed us.
“Those stares at the guild… kinda scary…”
Outside the city, heading to the quest site, Irene clutched her pounding chest and grabbed my hand.
“What's the big deal?”
“B-but… what if they know I killed the Pope…”
“Even that priest yesterday only knew you were the Saintess. Civvies won't know.”
The priest had known her title but nothing else. The Holy Order must've clamped down hard on info to prevent leaks.
“R-right…?”
“Yeah.”
We chatted as we arrived at the site.
“Lemme see… Mid-tier ones… There they are.”
Three monsters lumbered through the forest. Building-sized, snapping trees like twigs.
Chicken-like bodies, but snake heads and elephant legs.
“Whoa, they're huge~ But with your skills, Morris, it'll be fine, right?”
Irene patted my shoulder. I smirked back.
“Irene, get ready for battle. Hit me with a blessing?”
“Can't you handle it with your own divine power?”
“Better safe. Plus, I fight best with your blessing.”
“How about a deal?”
“What?”
Irene whispered in my ear.
“Like last night… give it your all tonight too?”
She flashed a seductive smile, stroking her womb.
Tempting me even now… I felt a rush.
“Mm?!”
I kissed her in answer.
“Deal. Let's go.”
“…Hehe, got it.”
Irene beamed, happy too.
Blue sparks flew as she blessed me with her divine power.
Blue energy wrapped my body. Focus sharpened, strength, reflexes, speed—all boosted.
I charged in with the blessing.
“Got 'em.”
Back at the guild.
I handed over three monster tongues as proof of downing three mid-tier beasts.
“My god… You actually did it…”
Word spread of two people taking down three mid-tiers. Chaos erupted. “Impressive.” “A Holy Knight? Takes high-rank for that.” “Skills are insane…” Praise swelled my ego.
“Just pay up quick.”
“Y-yes! Here!”
Gold coins—enough for a month to the exile site. A hefty sum. No more money worries.
“Truly amazing! Taking down three mid-tiers as a duo… What kind of people are yo… uh…?”
Her eyes shifted to Irene.
I said it boldly.
“Newlyweds on a sanctuary pilgrimage.”
And we left.
Night.
“Slurp… Haa… haa…”
At the inn, we kissed, locked in an embrace.
Irene wanted to try sex while hugging tonight.
Our tongues danced—licking, sucking, entwining.
The kiss felt amazing. Dopamine and pleasure flooded my brain. My cock hardened; Irene's pussy beside it grew wet.
“Puhah…”
Irene pulled back, face melting as she gazed at me, then snuggled into my arms.
“When we left the guild earlier…”
“Yeah?”
“Why say we're newlyweds? Come to think of it… we've been introducing ourselves that way a lot…?”
Her tone held expectation.
But I swallowed it and said what I could.
“…Easier that way. No one bats an eye.”
Irene smiled wistfully, tracing my chest with a finger.
“I see… Yeah… that's probably all our relationship looks like…?”
“Probably. You're dressed like a married woman too.”
“Am I…? Kinda feels that way… hehe…”
We laughed, gazing, then kissed again. Her hand found my cock.
“Hey… ready to put it in? I can't hold back.”
“…Yeah. I was at my limit too.”
Irene shifted up, pressing her pussy lips to my tip.
Then.
“Hnnngh…!”
It slid right in. The thorough kissing had soaked her pussy.
“Haa… haa… We're one again now…?”
She nipped my neck.
“Gonna move now, Irene…”
I gripped her ass, thrusting up and down.
“Hnnng! This position… skin touching everywhere feels so weird…!”
Irene hugged me tight during sex. I hugged back, pistoning her ass relentlessly.
The embrace amped our arousal unexpectedly, with something more. Affection? Love?
We locked eyes; her face was pure bliss.
She kissed me; we kept kissing, hugging, bodies fused in clinging sex.
“Hng, Morris, Morrisss…”
Irene lunged at me more aggressively than before, craving me. She bucked her hips, slamming down, twitching and spasming.
Her legs locked to keep me in.
“Morris… Morris…”
She moaned my name desperately. I poured affection into licking her tongue, kissing, hitting her favorite spots.
“Morris… hug me tighter… please?”
I squeezed harder. Her breasts mashed against me, softness pressing firm.
The stimulation hardened my cock more.
“Ah, there… feels so good…”
Her pussy was soft, squeezing lovingly, then relaxing to build tense pleasure.
Varying—new rubs, familiar grips—in unpredictable patterns, keeping me rock-hard.
“Morris…”
She called my name, hugging tighter.
“Don't go anywhere… stay by my side forever… got it?”
“…Got it.”
That's what childhood friends do.
“Morris… when're you gonna cum?”
“Dunno… soon?”
“Okay… cum whenever… I'll take your semen anytime…”
She whispered in my ear.
“Creampie your exclusive pussy, do it.”
I thrust harder, faster, slapping her ass like jerking off into her.
“Hyaaang, Morriss…! So fast…!”
“You begged for cum… giving it good…”
Hitting the rough spot quicker; her eyes widened.
“Hyaaang, there, right thereee, so good… goooood hyaaaang!!”
She wailed.
Hips bucked wildly, lost in crashing pleasure.
I focused there. Felt great for me too—the texture teased glans and shaft, urging release.
“Good, goooood!!!”
Irene climaxed.
Squirting, juices flowed. Pussy clenched tight.
I didn't miss it.
-Spluuuurt spluuuurt
I unloaded wordlessly. She spasmed in my arms, ecstatic smile, then collapsed onto the bed.
“Feels… so good…”
“You okay, Irene?”
I pulled out. Leftover cum leaked from her pussy.
I lay beside her, stroking her hair.
“Hehe… Morris… love it… mmm…”
Without a word, she sucked my cock clean of cum and juices.
“Your cock tastes so good too…”
“That much?”
“Yeah…”
I lay next to her.
“Good.”
Gazing at her smiling in afterglow bliss.
“Morris… love…”
We drifted off together.
Until Irene Luten and Morris Eugene's death.