South Street Dawn and Tearful Apology
The early morning sun was just beginning to rise over South Street. Merchants bustled about, hauling goods for the day's trade, while adventurers who'd crashed at nearby inns strolled lazily along the pavement.
That's when a boy emerged from Bambino Garden, its entrance towering over the other buildings. The guards stationed at the door from the crack of dawn didn't spare him a glance, simply stepping aside. They offered him a polite bow as he passed, then resumed their posts.
The boy walked the quiet street with a blank expression. Soon, he vanished from sight.
“……”
Beneo emerged silently onto the road and followed the path the boy had taken, at a leisurely pace. The protection target’s assault had ended anticlimactically, and one of the marks—the boy—had wandered the city until evening before returning to Bambino Garden. Only now, as dawn broke, had he reappeared.
Reports indicated no contacts, no suspicious traces or signals left behind. He'd simply walked until dusk.
“Haa…”
Bene let out a short sigh. Deep down, she wanted to grab him, rip out his nails one by one, and have a heart-to-heart. If the target weren't male, she'd have done it ages ago. She had before.
The reason she couldn't? Anything involving men always tangled with the temples. The city's temples periodically checked on locally born males—making sure their bodies were healthy, no diseases lurking. The lords welcomed it; it offloaded hassle while trimming manpower.
And if a man vanished? Temples dispatched holy knights to investigate and track. Bene doubted they'd ever trace their footprints. Still, she minded the temples—not for themselves, but to shield their master from fallout.
The master's position was unique; her associates matched or slightly undercut her status. That included temple clergy, naturally. High priests, especially bishop-level ones close to the gods, could discern truth from lies. And the royals—ever nosy about noble conduct—wouldn't sit idle.
They funneled massive donations yearly, dispatching these high clergy to faction leaders, great lords, to probe for disloyal thoughts. Tirelessly.
The issue? These bitches asked more than the scripted questions—prying into heresies, crimes. High-status folks had to answer diligently. Most focused on men, and their past kills had ironclad crimes anyway. No issues.
Until now.
If only a high priest had been in the city…
She could've snatched him, dragged him straight to the temple, fired off questions, and wrapped it up easy.
Annoying…
Temples aside, the target still had uses elsewhere. And with the rest holed up in Bambino, refusing to budge, she couldn't risk drawing eyes. No moves for now.
Bene kept her irritated guts hidden behind a stoic mask, trailing slowly.
Then she halted.
“I must speak to Lady Lenia directly. Please, just inform her once?”
Bene blinked at the boy clinging desperately to the gate guards.
“……Haa. Fine. Just stop clinging.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
The boy bowed repeatedly. One guard, looking pained, headed inside. He returned shortly.
“Follow.”
The boy entered the castle with the guard.
“……”
From afar, Bene frowned briefly, then smoothed her face and approached the gate quietly.
**
“Haaah~ smack smack.”
I woke in a pleasant haze, a soft, warm energy lingering—damn, good mood.
Chirp— chirp—
“Yeah, got a bit intense.”
Kernax lay pillowed on my arm, sleeping soundly. Sunlight streamed through the window; morning was long gone. She hadn't stirred, nestled against me—yesterday must've wrecked her.
Back in Molingta, she'd always wake first, handle cleanup till dawn, no matter who passed out when. Definitely…
I planted a light kiss on her sleeping forehead.
“Mm…”
She mumbled, lips twitching, then settled.
I already loved her, but this vulnerable, defenseless face? Doubled it. Kinda pissed I missed this in Molingta 'cause I slept in.
“You're cute enough to kill.”
Both Siron and Kernax were iron ladies outside, but alone with me? Clingy as hell. Siron'd just started pouting her way into skinship lately.
Bottom line: both adorable.
Squeeze.
“Mmm…”
“Tch.”
Just admiring her pure and innocent—then her soft tits crushed my chest, smooth skin on my belly and thighs. My dick, head down, started rising.
Luckily, soul-draining yesterday kept it half-staff despite the tease. Manageable.
Siron's training honed my restraint; this temptation? Piece of cake.
Slide, sliiide.
Until her thigh ground my cock.
“Ngh…”
Kernax slept on, even breaths, lips smacking. Problem: my dick wedged between those firm-yet-soft thighs.
Instinctively? She rubbed it sloooow, teasing.
My half-hard buddy, rare weak day, couldn't take it—full mast rising.
“Kernax…?”
No reply.
“You're really asleep, right?”
Looked like it, but those thighs grew bolder. Had to ask.
Slide, sliiide, squeeze.
Pressing shaft with just-right force, stroking up-down with lower thigh, then side-to-side upper for glans love. Anyone'd swear she was awake.
Gonna bust from thighjob at this rate.
A nipple pinch would've woken her, but nah—this gentle vibe was nice.
Kiss too? Tempting, but I let her rest. Just admired her face.
Slide, sliiide, slide.
Perfect rhythm on those toned, silky thighs. Ejaculation built fast post-wake-up.
Right as I tensed my sphincter—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
—Are you awake?
The maid's voice from beyond the door. Kernax's thighs froze.
“……?”
“Shit.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing blue eyes.
I met her focusing gaze. “Yes. We're up.”
—If I've disturbed your rest, my apologies. Lady Lenia requests your presence in the dining hall at your earliest convenience.
Stroking her hair as she blinked at me sweetly. “Tell her we'll prep and head down soon.”
—Understood.
Footsteps faded. Kernax narrowed her eyes.
“Seriously… not satisfied after yesterday?”
Her thigh squeeezed my raging hard-on.
Unfair as hell, but my bad for not waking her. I cleared my throat, changed subject. “Body okay?”
“……Can't stand straight. It's swollen, sore, throbbing.”
Eyes slitted more. Dick throbbed!
“……Why's that getting harder?”
She flushed, looked away. Not hating it, good.
“Anyway… gotta go. Better wash up and head down.”
“Yeah.”
Host calls guest? Move fast. But Kernax mattered more.
“Can you stand?”
“……Doubt it.” She sighed. “Even after that red-tusked boar charge in apprentice days, I got up…”
First time she eyed me like a monster.
I panicked, cradled her waist ultra-gently, nuzzled her puffed cheek with mine.
“You're too lovable; couldn't stop. Sorry.”
“……If that's it… unavoidable…”
Cheek deflated with a pssh. Tsundere melt, just like Siron. Twins minus looks, to me.
Pulled back. “Food? Have 'em bring some?”
“……No appetite. Wanna sleep more. First time feeling this limp… disorienting.”
Squeeze.
Then sly thigh-rub. “But skipping food's no good… maybe this'll do…”
Blushing, she glanced, demanding.
Perfect timing—edged and achy. I eased her waist down, slipped off sofa carefully.
She parted plump lips shyly; I slid in.
Slurp, suck, sluuuurp.
Tongue-teasing shaft only—her back hurt, so I thrust gently.
“Cumming.”
“Mmm…”
Spurt, spuuurt.
Despite yesterday's drain, solid load down her throat.
“Mmm, gulp… haa… suck, slurp, ahh…”
Thankfully not much; she swallowed steady, cleaned urethra expertly, licked shaft pristine, released.
“Bit short… but not bad.”
Smiling hazily, she kissed my glans smack.
“Sleep more. Go.”
Eyes closed for real.
“Wait, hold up.”
Yesterday exhaustion excused side-room mess—not ideal for sleep. My fault, yeah.
Wiped cockhead quick with towel, dressed.
“…Smith?”
“Sofa with back pain? Gonna hurt worse.”
“N-no, I'm fine—put me down…”
I scooped her princess-style, wrapped in yesterday's towels first.
“My room's clean. Sleep there.”
“Sle… not like this, right?”
“Yup.”
“N-no!! Put me down… ngh!”
“Stay still. Back'll flare.”
“Smith… your fault.”
“That's why bed.”
“……Do what you want.”
Resigned, hands folded, face buried in my chest—no eye contact ever.
I stepped out carefully, Kernax secure.
Right into someone.
“……”
“……”
Door opens—maid waiting. Jaw half-dropped at us, then closed. Eyes twitched faintly.
“Uh, tidy the room please. And fresh clothes to my room.”
“……Yes. Right away.”
“Ahem. Thanks.”
Felt Kernax's face heat my chest—bolted.
Luckily, no one else till my room. Laid her on fresh bed, fluffed pillow, tucked quilt.
“Be back. Sleep.”
“……”
Proper pout now—eyes shut tight, silent.
Scratched head, turned. Not leaving yet—stripped, hit bath.
Cold rinse full-body, scrubbed hair and groin hard, out.
Toweled in under five. Dressed, slicked damp hair back, approached Kernax.
Snooore— snooore—
“Out cold for real.”
Poked cheek lightly, left side-room.
Wonder if yesterday's fuss? No guilt, but merchant guild noise first suspect. No other drama here.
“Or Night Fairy stuff?”
Eh, innocent either way. Lenia polite to me—Ardella's influence. Doubt bad vibes.
At dining hall door. No sweat, entered.
“You wanted—”
Words died.
Stoic Lenia beside a familiar face.
Melvin, right?
As bad scenarios flashed—
He strode right at me.
Stopped thinking, fists clenched—ready to knuckle-fuck if he tried shit.
Fists tight as he arrived.
Stared at my face—
Grab!!
Snatched my right fist.
His rigid face cracked. Eyes welled, lips quivered—about to bawl.
“Back then… I'm so sorry!!”
And he squeezed out real tears.