Teasing Kernax and Siron's Under-Desk Devotion
"Kuh...!!"
"Kekeke!! Ah~ What're you doing~? Hurry up and scram already? Shoo shoo~"
To cut a long story short, lunch was a quick fix at a nearby street stall. Sure, I pretty much wiped out the whole damn stall, but whatever.
Anyway, if you're asking what the hell's going on right now, it's Siron teasing Kernax—who's gotta head back to deal with her backlog—like she's some little kid sticking out her tongue. Siron's got her arm hooked through mine, gleefully messing with Kernax, while Kernax grinds her teeth and can't just up and leave.
Aah, poor Kernax. Even while she was locked up, she was still handling guard captain duties, so she's got a solid week's worth of paperwork piled up. If she doesn't hustle back and clear it, she's in deep shit.
On the flip side, street repairs don't kick off till two days from now, when the overseer Ardella dispatched shows up. So Siron's got jack shit to do in the meantime—a total bum. Ah, correction: a broke-ass bum.
"Kernax. Work hard. I'll swing by when you've got time."
"...Got it."
"Ugh, come here."
"......"
I spread my arms wide, and Siron shot me a sharp zap! glare but didn't say much. Kernax hesitated a bit, glancing at the onlookers, then trotted over and buried herself in my chest.
"Then bust your ass at work."
"Yeah, got it. I will."
"Hurry up and go handle your backlog, you bitch."
"See you later, Smith."
Kernax brushed off Siron like she was nothing, pulled away from my embrace, planted a quick kiss on my forehead, and bolted off at top speed.
"Acting all innocent but doing whatever the hell she wants before leaving."
"Siron. You wanna do it too?"
"Ah~ I'm gonna do something way better."
"...Sex is off-limits, I said."
I whispered that in Siron's ear—she looked weirdly chipper for some reason—and she nodded like, duh, I know.
"Idiot. You think I'm a moron? I can read the room too. Anyway, you've got shit to do, right? So quit slacking and move it."
"What about you? Gonna keep tailing me?"
"What else am I gonna do with nothing going on~? Now that that's settled, let's go."
Siron grabbed my left hand and shook it playfully. Man, her face is so damn honest with her feelings. Not that I'm complaining.
I headed back to the guild with Siron.
"What the? Thought you two fucked like rabbits and wouldn't show till tomorrow. Color me surprised."
Amelia sis spotted me walking into the kitchen with Siron and grumbled with a sour look.
"Ahem, no, sis. Why ya gotta say that shit so loud? It's embarrassing."
"Fuck. Call a fuck a fuck. What else ya call it?"
That wasn't the point, but if I grabbed that thread again, I'd eat a silent haymaker, so I dropped it.
"Sis. Got some stuff to consult about with that iron ingot thing. When you free?"
"Now."
"Ah, right."
Figured as much.
"Wanna head up to my room?"
"Nah, let's go together. These bitches'll feel more at ease without me around anyway, so scram already."
If she knows that, why's she always parked in the kitchen? Guess it's 'cause she's the kitchen manager... I swallowed the pointless gripe and we headed up to sis's room on the fourth floor with Amelia.
"You got someone come clean or whatever behind my back?"
"Fuck off. Where the hell would I get the coin for that?"
"But sis, ain't you loaded?"
"Broke as shit, asshole. Quit yapping and sit your ass down with that bitch."
I scratched my head and plopped down next to Siron. Sis just lounged on the edge of the bed, eyeing us.
"Hold up, Smith."
"Yep, sis."
"If you had shit to consult, you had plenty of time before. Why you always wait till you're slammed? Doing it on purpose?"
"N-no way."
No joke, never crossed my mind, not even a speck. I swallowed hard.
"I was... sorting my thoughts in the meantime."
"Ain't consultations for hashing out that kinda crap?"
"Now that you mention it, yeah...?"
Sis's eyes narrowed at me. Guess I pissed her off somehow without realizing. Otherwise, she wouldn't grill me like this.
Come to think of it, the day Siron and Kernax fucked up, sis said she wanted a massage... No way?
But yeah, it's always the no way stuff that bites you in the ass. I said it super naturally, real smooth.
"Oh, and sis."
"What, asshole."
"Just checking, but you got plans two days from now in the evening?"
"Like I'd have that. Why?"
"Aah, you said I'd massage you last time. Should have a window then."
"Yeah?"
"Yep."
"...Fine. Got it. So what's the consult?"
I inwardly thanked my stars for not fucking up. Sis's sharp glare softened back to her usual playful squint, and I let out a silent sigh of relief.
"That iron ingot thing. You said the guild'd back it. Does that cover making stuff to deliver to Ardella too?"
"Nah. That's on you, dipshit. Think we'd fund something that doesn't put a single coin in guild pockets?"
"Figured as much."
Honestly, my conscience kept expectations low. Just fishing, no harm.
"Then sis. We got that storage room on the first floor, right?"
"Storage? Oh yeah, that dump."
It's where we stash spare orc barrels, busted rentals from adventurers—rusty iron swords, leather greaves, that junk.
"Can I use it?"
"That shithole? For what."
"Stash materials, use as a workshop. Cool?"
"Hmmm..."
Sis tapped her chin, then shot a thin-eyed glare at Siron, who'd been sitting quietly with her mouth shut beside me. Even the mighty Siron flinched a bit.
Word from some guard who stumbled on Siron and Kernax's fuckfest: those black eyes? Sis's handiwork. Two solid punches turned their peepers into shiners, then she cracked their skulls with her scabbard and planted 'em face-first into the floor.
Anyway, sis stared Siron down for a while, then turned back to me.
"No issue. But conditions."
"Conditions?"
"Yeah, asshole. If you're using it, keep that bitch glued to your side. Or post a guard her level at the door."
"...Can't you just hang around, sis?"
"Huh? Fuck off. You think I've got time to play babysitter?"
I barely choked back a don't you? that almost slipped out.
"Or wait till Vizelin gets back."
"Vizelin?"
Didn't see that name coming outta nowhere.
"Tell that loli to slap security spells all over. Then you can use it solo."
"She does that kinda thing?"
"That's her specialty, dipshit. You just hog her cleaning spells like a scrub."
"Ooh... She's the real deal."
Molingta's top daily-life mage. Ex-mage, technically.
"Sigh... Receptionists are gone, so bone up on basics. Once you clean up Siron and Kernax's mess, have Kernax teach you. More I think, less I get what the fuck you've been doing four years."
"Heh..."
"Don't laugh, asshole. That's an insult."
I scratched my head sheepishly. Slim A and B—don't even remember their faces anymore. Because of those pricks, sis thinks I'm an illiterate bumpkin. If not for them, I'd have learned shit on the job instead of hauling water and errands nonstop. Fuckers. If I ever see 'em alive again, straight into an orc barrel and down the well.
"That the end of the consult?"
"Ah, prelim silver-rank adventurers are fine, but selling to others? Need more time."
"Do that."
"Yep. Done."
"Shit. Thought it was some big deal for a 'consult.' What a waste."
"I mulled it over plenty."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm out."
Sis hopped off the bed cool as hell and actually left. The door creaked open a crack as she peeked back in, glaring daggers.
"No fucking in my room. Dead serious."
"Sis... What do you take me for?"
"Not you, her. That bitch. Anyway, two days, evening? I'll be waiting."
"Yep. Yep. Won't forget—straight to your room."
"Good."
Door shut, footsteps faded. No reason to linger, so I got up. Siron, who'd been quiet the whole time, followed suit.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"What's next?"
"Uh... Check the smithy, see how much iron ingot my leftover coin buys?"
"You got money?"
"A bit?"
About 10 silver left. Should do.
"And?"
"Workshop stuff in my room?"
"Me hanging around cool?"
"Hmm..."
Items? Toss mats in storage, Holy Artifact Creation spits 'em out. No rush. Planning a new holy artifact today... Fake scribbling on cheap paper should work?
"If you're good, yeah."
"Cool. How much ingot you need?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Spit it out."
"Uh... Two lumps for now?"
"That enough?"
"For starters... Why?"
"Stay in your room and don't move!!"
Siron dropped that and flew outta there—yanking open sis's door and vanishing down the hall.
I scratched my head, then figured fuck it, did as told. Back to my room, waiting patiently for Siron.
THUD!!
The door that Ardella's vice-captain smashed before? Now half-splintered again.
"Uh..."
"...It's fine, just come in. That thing's flimsy."
"R-right? Wasn't on purpose."
She seemed a tad sorry for wrecking my door at least—stammering as she eased it shut without more damage and slipped in.
Siron was hauling a bag that screamed heavy just looking at it.
"Here. This enough?"
"...You had money?"
"Duh. Always stash in the Golden Tree, pull what I need."
Golden Tree's basically this world's bank. Functions just like one. Not that I, a slave, can use it.
"Huh. So Siron, how much you got left?"
"30 gold?"
"Whoa... You saved a ton."
"Damn right. But now it's gone lol."
"Nah... Keep it. This is partly my fault you two fought, and I inked the Ardella deal. I'll handle it. But thanks for this."
"No way. Why's it your fault? And a girl paying debts with a guy's coin? Other bitches hear that, they'll say rip off my tits from shame. You just deliver the goods—we'll cover the rest. Got it?"
"...Sure."
I nodded easy. Siron's cash, Kernax's, mine—it's all ours anyway. Pool it, buy a house later, live together. If sis okays it... Worst case, pimp my room fancy.
"But Siron. Why the blanket outta nowhere?"
"Gotta block that."
"? It's fine. No one's coming."
"Bugs me, so shut up."
Siron stuffed my blanket into the door cracks, sealing every gap. Who knows what goes through her head sometimes. But she keeps promises, so I trusted her, sat at the desk chair.
"Hey, c'mere a sec."
"...What now."
Siron just grinned creepy instead of answering, sauntered over. Then—ducked under the desk?
The fuck? Why there? No way...
"In you come."
"......"
I scooted the chair in.
"Lift your ass."
"...Siron. You said you'd behave."
"I'll behave—suck dick quiet so you work. Now lift, or I rip 'em off?"
"Oh shit."
Wanted to shut it down firm, but my body's already hiking my butt up on command. Pants and undies yanked down in one go.
"Sniff sniff... Haa..."
*Twitch twitch.* Her hot breath hit my dick—blood rushed south at warp speed...
"This guy's raring to go."
"...Just suck, no funny shit... Ngh..."
"Mmmph... Grrrm..."
"...You for real."
"Heehee."
Half my dick in her mouth, tongue teasing—I peeked under, and she flashed a mischievous grin, gazing up all sultry.
*Slurp♥ Ah, fine. I'll suck quiet. Do your thing.*
"...Trusting you."
"Mhm mhm. *Mmmph... Nnngh.*"
Siron engulfed my dick again, batting those ruby eyes at me. I turned back to the desk—
*Schlup, sluuuurp, chuuuuurp♥*
Siron wasn't keeping her promise one bit.