Kernax: "Sniff. Sniff. Nice."
After scrubbing every inch of my body from head to groin, I give myself a final sniff-check all over. Now a faint mint scent wafts off me subtly. I'm basically a walking mint human now.
Anyway, with my body squeaky clean, I cautiously open the bath door. There's a small basket right outside. Inside are some thick, fluffy towels and what look like familiar clothes, neatly folded.
"Kinda rings a bell. What is this?"
I dry off thoroughly with the towel, then pick up the square-cut panties and the simple yet luxurious clothes from the basket, turning them over in my hands. No matter how I look at it, these are way too familiar.
"This is..."
Snap! The panties fit my size perfectly. The black slacks and white shirt are tailored like they were measured with a ruler—no discomfort at all.
"The clothes Vizelin bought me... right?"
Ever since coming to this city, I've barely bought my own clothes with my money. What little I did buy ended up too small for my frame, so I shoved them in the closet. The first person to provide clothes that actually fit my oversized body—way above the average guy here—was none other than the city's top lifestyle mage, Vizelin.
"Definitely."
I sit and stand a few times to test, and my suspicions turn to certainty. The plain design, the perfect fit—especially the panties that can handle my notably prominent package. No doubt about it.
"But why does the guard captain have these?"
I don't really care what Vizelin does with my laundry after she takes it, but finding them in the guard captain's house is a bit disorienting.
"Curiosity killed the cat. Cat's dead. You think I'm falling for that twice?"
No way. Sure, I'm curious. But curious enough to ask? I'd shake my head no.
"Come to think of it, where'd the clothes I took off go? Did the guard captain take them to wash?"
If so, that'd be kinda embarrassing. I grab the basket with the wet towel and head downstairs. Waiting in the room all day sounds boring anyway.
"Mmm, smells good."
The moment I hit the first floor, a meaty aroma that stirs my appetite creeps into my nose. My feet naturally follow the scent back to the kitchen I saw earlier.
Bubble bubble. A big pot with the lid off bubbles away, giving off a clean, savory smell. And standing in front of it is the guard captain, proudly showing off her plump ass line.
"G-Guard Captain?"
I call out, and she turns from the pot.
"Mm. I was so focused, I didn't notice you come down."
"No, no. I just got here."
"Looks that way. Just set the basket anywhere. I'll handle it later."
"Got it."
I tuck it in a corner so it's out of the way.
"Perfect timing. It's not fancy cooking, but it's almost done. Sit at the table and wait a bit."
I plop down on an empty chair at the table as instructed. No clue what's cooking in that pot, but one thing's for sure: I wanna bury my nose right in that luscious ass crack of hers.
Her ass cheeks peeking out from under those training spats... How am I supposed to resist? Plus, she casually shoves her hand under the spats now and then to adjust her underwear, right in front of me.
On Earth, it'd just be a guy fixing his panty line. But that's Earth talk. To me right now, every move she makes looks like pure dickbait.
"Mm, looks done."
She pokes the meat with a fork, nods in satisfaction, and shuts off the ignition stone.
Clink. She transfers the tender big-horn deer meat to prepped plates, then ladles rich brown broth over it until the meat's submerged. Holding two plates loaded with mouthwatering deer, she comes back to the table, sets one in front of me, and sits across.
"Oops. Almost forgot."
She rubs her forehead lightly, stands again, and fetches forks, knives, and two wine glasses for my share.
"Kinda late to ask, but you like booze?"
"As long as it's not rotgut, yeah, I enjoy it."
"Good."
She pulls a sky-blue wine bottle from a paper bag on the table and yanks the cork out like pulling weeds—pop!
"Blue wine, only from the Rapitera Temple. Second time tasting it for me, so I can't explain much."
Just like she said, the wine pouring into the glasses is a crystal-clear blue, like a cloudless sky.
"Ah, thanks."
"Don't force it. I'm not big on drinking myself..."
She hands me a glass, fills hers to the brim, downs it in one go, then refills. Total contradiction.
"It's late. Let's wrap up."
"Ah, sure. Thanks for the grub."
You might think it's weird I'm getting treated like this when I should be the host, but flip it: there's always a reason for this kind of hospitality. And yeah, I'm the one who provided that reason.
Siron's gonna get headbutted first thing when she gets back.
"Ooh... What is this? Real meat?"
"First time with big-horn deer?"
"Yeah. Never even heard of it."
I stab my knife in, and the meat falls apart like melting pudding. Holy shit, I'm shocked.
Feels like slicing a meat-shaped pudding, not actual meat.
"Minus the lack of chew, it's perfect—no flaws. Not stroking my ego; the ingredient's just that good. Cook it any way, it'll taste great. Dig in."
She smiles softly at my freakout and urges me on. Curiosity about the pudding meat gets the best of me, so I fork a slice, dunk it in the rich broth, and shove it in my mouth.
"Oh shit... Uh, I mean..."
"Haha. Lots of my subordinates react the same."
I panic over the English slipping out from sheer deliciousness, but she just nods understandingly and focuses on her plate. Embarrassment fades quick. I lose myself in the impossibly tender texture, the clean yet sweet-salty addictiveness, shoveling meat nonstop.
"Whew~"
I devour it like a beast. Wanted to slurp the leftover broth too, but my belly's full enough—I hold back.
"Hehe, thanks for enjoying it."
"No, seriously delicious. Sorry for the royal treatment."
"...Then drink that wine."
"Ah. Right."
Too focused on meat, I forgot the mystical blue wine. My throat's dry anyway, so I lift the glass and take a sip.
"Oh..."
What flavor is this? Pure subtle sweetness from start to finish. No alcohol bite at all. Pretty sugar water? After the deer hype, it's a letdown. But with her staring me down, I chug it casually. Waste of money, I think.
"...You drank it all."
"Uh. Yeah. Tasty."
Not a lie. It was sweet.
But what? Was I not supposed to finish it?
"Right. Then..."
Before I can question, she grabs the open blue wine bottle and chugs the rest straight—no breath. Then...
"Hoo..."
She exhales hot breath, stands, and fixes her deeper-than-the-wine blue eyes on me.
"To the bedroom."
"Uh... Sure."
Middle steps skipped, but the vibe's clear. I shut up and follow her upstairs to the bedroom.
A single magic lamp glows softly in the dim room, which feels a tad lonely for one person.
"...Smith."
"Yes, Guard Captain."
Her shoulders twitch in the shadows as she stands with her back to me.
She pauses silently, then turns to face me.
"Kernax."
"Pardon?"
"Call me Kernax from now on."
"...Kernax?"
"No honorifics needed. Lovers don't need that."
"Uh... um... Kernax...?"
"...Yeah."
The soft light from behind reveals red blush blooming on her cheeks. Skipping straight to the bedroom was disorienting enough, but instant lovers? My head spins.
But her shy cuteness overrides it all. The tough-as-nails Kernax, blushing and peeking at me? My lower half stiffens instantly.
"...Smith."
"...Yeah?"
The sudden shift leaves us both awkward.
"Embarrassing, but... I have zero experience with men. Heard stuff from seniors in my soldier days or subordinates now, but... nothing comes to mind."
"Uh... got it."
All I can think is diving face-first into her plump ass.
"Smith. You've done it with adventurer Siron, right?"
"...Yeah."
Mention of Siron snaps my Kernax-filled head back to reality.
"...Haa. Truth is, I wasn't uninterested in men. But no thoughts of dating or marriage. So... like I said, I don't know how to please one. That's why..."
She fidgets her fingers cutely, glancing at me.
"So... Smith. Teach me... I wanna make you as happy as possible..."
I wanna tell her my dick's already crying tears of joy.