Ardella's Rubbing Wake-Up Call

Swish, swish. Something soft and warm kept tickling my chest, slithering against it. It jolted me awake from a deep sleep. Cracking my eyes open just a sliver, I saw Ardella rubbing her cheek against my chest like a cat, still in the same position from last night.

Holy shit. Ardella acting all cute and clingy? That scene's straight-up hazardous to my heart. So it's mine alone. Instead of calling out to her like an idiot, I wrapped my arm around her slim waist, the one resting at my hip.

Only then did Ardella, who'd been nuzzling my chest, slowly tilt her head up to look at me. Unlike yesterday's unfocused gaze, her blue eyes now shimmered with a soft, ethereal glow, like they held the world's greatest treasure after just one night.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yeah. You woke me right up, Adel."

I teased her playfully, then planted a kiss on the forehead of the girl gazing up at me. Her lips curved into a gentle smile—not the usual hazy one, but a clear, vivid grin.

Her hand, resting obediently in my arms, slid up my chest, caressing it before naturally pulling my neck into an embrace. Without a word on who started it, we lightly explored each other's lips. Bonus: her full, plush breasts pressed against my chest, a mind-clearing, delicious pressure.

As we kept it to soft lip explorations, something hard began poking my chest, inching upward. Ardella pulled back slowly from the kiss, her face flushed a delicate pink, and murmured,

"My body... it wants you again..."

Ah. That poking thing? Her cute little nipples. How devious. Come to think of it, I'd been too focused elsewhere last night and hadn't properly savored those magnificent tits. Might as well sneak a taste now.

But that didn't happen. As I slyly reached for her breasts, Ardella grabbed my hand with a troubled look. It felt like a light grip, but I couldn't budge it an inch.

"I... I want to too, but... we should head out soon."

"Huh? At this hour?"

A bluish light filtered through the window frame. Early dawn, still closer to night than morning. And she had to leave now?

...Well, it's Ardella. Even if she'd slipped out alone like last time, I'd understand. Pressing my forehead gently to hers—her face a mix of apology and distress—I said,

"How about a shower together, then?"

"Just... a shower?"

I nodded, and she released my hand. Ardella slipped from my arms first, sitting up.

"Ah..."

"What's wrong?"

She froze the second she straightened up, like she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seen something she shouldn't. I bolted upright too. Yeah, I got it now. The bed was a total wreck.

The sheets and covers were stained with my cum from who-knows-when and her deflowering blood, and below that, the telltale puddle from her first squirting orgasm.

Ardella's face burned crimson.

"Smith... I did ask you to let me go to the bathroom..."

Truly embarrassed, she couldn't even meet my eyes. If we stayed like this, we'd be stuck forever, so I scooped her up princess-style with both arms.

"It's normal when it feels that good—no need to be shy, sis."

"Still... my dignity..."

I kissed the top of her head as she grumbled softly against my chest, then carried her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the bathroom. With hands honed on Siron and Kernax, I washed her thoroughly and tenderly. She dressed in her discarded clothes, then stood at the door, looking back at me with worried eyes.

"Smith... When you go out, stick to Siron's side no matter what. And don't follow anyone who offers to buy you something, okay...?"

Sounds familiar. Word-for-word, even.

"Keep nagging and I'll tag along?"

"...I'll come see you whenever I get a spare moment."

Instead of answering, I kissed her forehead. I wanted to devour her lips properly, but she'd refused, saying it'd make leaving impossible. Forehead it was. As I pulled away, she leaned in quick, pecked my cheek, then spun and left the room.

Imagining her suiting up alone next door made me want to rush over and help, but she'd stubbornly refused for the same reason as the kiss. Savoring the warmth of her lips on my cheek, I flopped onto the sofa.

"No need to clean up, right?"

She'd publicly called me to address her as sis, so leaving yesterday's evidence for others to see shouldn't be an issue.

"Time to check that out."

With Ardella gone, I could reopen the system window I'd dismissed last night.

"Eyes must be crusty."

I rubbed them with the back of my hand, then checked again. No changes, of course.

"Hmm."

Ardella wasn't human. Her silvery hair and flawlessly sculpted beauty had always screamed "superior," too perfect for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a mere mortal. But a Frost Fairy? Fairies in my knowledge were tiny winged things smaller than a fist, but here they must be tall, stunning beauties like her.

A palm-sized Ardella, tumbling around on my hand...

"Deadly cute."

That image hit my heart hard. Wait, elves and fairies different races? Her long ears and ethereal looks screamed "true elf" anyway.

"No, no. Not the point."

I'd gotten sidetracked by the unfamiliar "fairy" label. What mattered now was my body's condition. Standing from the sofa, I twisted and stretched. Limbs shaky? No. Back sore? No. Dizzy? No. Starving? No. Perfectly fine.

"From only cumming twice yesterday?"

With Siron, I'd always drain my balls dry till I collapsed unconscious. But last night, unusually level-headed, I'd held back for Ardella's sake—just two loads—then slept hugging her.

"Is that really why?"

Sounded plausible. Confirming I was fine, I lay back on the sofa.

"Wait, no—first time with Siron, I was fine too."

At Bambino Garden, dragged there by her, we'd holed up for nearly two days straight, fucking nonstop. Years since I'd touched a woman, I went feral, pounding away, dumping load after load the second my balls refilled.

"And I was perfectly fine after that too."

Recalling that first night with Siron and my pre-collapse state, I pondered.

"Yeah... that must be it."

Horned Throne-senpai's solution: Make her submit. Physically dominating Siron? Impossible. But in sex? Different story.

Post-first-time at Bambino, Siron was a mess—just a touch and she'd cum. Every thrust had her eyes rolling back, squirting like crazy, body twitching. Endless orgasms left her tongue lolling, barely coherent, passing out and waking just to faint again.

She'd submitted to me, no doubt. Her pussy sure had. Pussy submits, heart follows.

So why did I collapse with already-submissive Siron? Her pussy adapted over repeated fucks, matching my stamina. That's when the hunger started post-sex.

Once adapted, she mounted me more, initiated blowjobs, milked me mercilessly with mouth and pussy like extracting tribute. Her initial submission flipped to "I can take him," erasing her defeat, her body siphoning my essence along with my cum.

Just a theory. But convincing. Yesterday's Ardella mirrored first-night Siron: virgin, clueless. Soon she'll adapt, unknowingly draining me like Siron.

"Nope. Can't have that."

Worst case, stick to oral or fingering, no full sex. Felt wrong, but life over pussy. Still, need a fix fast—for promotion, I must fuck异种族 women, not all virgins; a seasoned milf could KO me same-day.

"Check for a temple nearby, call Siron tonight."

No clear answer? Keep challenging till one appears. High stakes, but unavoidable. Hope this world matches Horned Throne-senpai's.

As I lounged pondering, a polite knock sounded.

—Mr. Smith. Sent by Lady Ardella. Need breakfast or anything?

The maid's question had me sit up. Not hungry, but good to know breakfast protocol here.

"Is breakfast at yesterday's dining hall?"

—If you wish, we can prepare it there. Lady Lenia and Captain Kernax are finishing now, so immediately available.

"No, it's fine. They're done already?"

—Yes. Both started early to scout Philax Plain, the designated territory war site.

I jumped up. Kernax was supposed to visit last night, but Siron held her up for Ardella. At least wanted a hug. Opening the door, the guiding maid bowed slightly.

"Could you show me to the dining hall?"

I knew the way—it wasn't complex—but wandering alone felt awkward.

"Of course. And anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

As expected, she bowed graciously and led me. Midway down the stairs, familiar voices drifted up. Peeking, I saw Kernax and Lenia chatting as they walked at the base.

Call out? But public spot. I hurried, telling the maid,

"Heading to the first floor!!"

She looked startled, but catching Kernax mattered more. Gripping the railing, I leaped stairs three at a time.

Rushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down, but they were gone. Flinging open the castle gate—

"Whoa..."

"Ah, it's Mr. Smith."

"Wh-what? He was handsome before, but today..."

Soldiers and knights swarmed the front, eyes locking on me. Kernax, holding her horse's reins with Lenia, approached with wide eyes.

"Smith."

"Kernax."

Public view, so no hug—just grabbed her hand. She didn't pull away. Good.

"I heard about yesterday... from Siron."

"Huh?"

Just came to see her off, but the vibe shifted weirdly. Kernax met my eyes steadily, whispering,

"Smith. I respect your choice. As long as... I can remain your lover, that's enough for me."

She smiled softly. Suddenly I felt like the criminal.

"Lots waiting, so... we'll talk more when I return."

She released my hand gently, returned to Lenia, took the reins, and mounted.

Stunned by her curveball, but couldn't let her go like this. As she turned her horse, I called,

"Sis. I'll be waiting."

—Kuh!!

—H-heuk...!!

—Cough...

Suddenly, soldiers and knights around Kernax clutched chests, staggering. Even mounted Lenia beside her hacked and swayed.

What the—? Why?

Kernax spurred her horse back to me, face beet-red.

"Smith...!! I-I'm happy, but... not here, in front of everyone... A-anyway!! I'll rush back as fast as I can, so don't whine..."

Hiding her flushed face, she wheeled away, fleeing my sight. Staring at her retreating back, I thought blankly,

What... did I do?