Morning Afterglow and Mysterious Weakness
I lightly pinched Siron's cheek as she looked up at me with a sullen pout.
"Let's go grab lunch...."
"Yaaawn~ smack smack. Already that time?"
Siron stretched out luxuriously and climbed off my thigh. Unlike me—bone-tired, starving, and beat—her face was overflowing with energy, practically blooming like a damn flower. She flexed her limbs, loosening up her stiff body, then caught my grumpy stare and whipped her head around to face me. Grinning mischievously, she said,
"Told ya, didn't I? She's dangerous in all the wrong ways."
"......Yeah. Dangerous in ways I never saw coming."
I never imagined Giena would be such a hardcore bow fanatic. And the chatter—holy shit, the woman could talk. No joke, in my whole life on Earth and here combined, I'd never met anyone who could yap that much nonstop. You'd think after unloading that much she'd get tired and call for a break, but nope—like a broken recording, she kept going without pausing for a breath. Terrifying. Straight-up scary levels of endurance.
"Knew it the second I saw her yesterday. 'That bitch ain't into guys at all.' Girl intuition."
"You can really sense that?"
"It's a woman thing. A perv like you wouldn't get it if it bit you in the ass."
"......Anyway, let's just go eat. I'm starving."
"Too much hassle. Can't we just head down for sis's sandwiches?"
"Not a bad idea, but Siron... you might be fine with it, but this'd be three straight days of sandwiches for me. How about we eat out today?"
"Hey, I go weeks on dry rations out in the field. Three days is fuckin' luxury."
"......"
I was too drained to argue, so I just shot her a pitiful look.
"Fiiine~ Let's go eat out. Happy?"
"You're a lifesaver. Tears in my eyes."
No reason for it, but yeah, my eyes legit welled up.
Anyway, Siron and I left the guild, scarfed down some street food nearby, and headed back.
"Ah, Smith!"
"Hello."
Lina—one of Kernax's subordinates—was waiting by my door, beaming a bright smile and greeting me.
"Something up with Kernax?"
"No, sir. Someone from the Filoria count's family arrived, so I came to let you and Siron know."
"Ah, the reconstruction overseer?"
"Yep. Looks like Ardella pulled some strings—they got here way faster than expected."
Apparently, not just the overseer, but wagons loaded with rebuilding supplies and a full crew of experts rolled in this morning.
"And Smith."
"Yeah?"
"The overseer wants you and Siron at the guard post tomorrow to sort out Night Fairy deliveries...."
"Got it. Morning okay?"
"Yep yep. See you tomorrow."
"Thanks for the legwork."
"Heehee, no problem! Later!!"
Lina flashed another grin and dashed down the stairs.
Siron and I headed into the room and, like we'd planned it, both flopped onto the bed. I pulled her close and groped her tits. Siron's rack was always a delight to squeeze. How the hell were they so soft and squishy?
"Hey, Siron."
"What?"
"Tomorrow when we see Kernax... no fighting, okay?"
"Hah, what are we, kids? Why you worrying about dumb shit like that?"
Bit overkill to call it "dumb shit" when their beef was that massive, but she said it like it was nothing, so pushing it'd just piss her off. I shut up and kept kneading her tits.
"Siron."
"What now, dumbass."
"No... uh, tomorrow with Kernax... you know, don't mention the... you know."
"The what? I didn't even tease your dick yet."
"......You sucked it, swallowed, the whole deal."
"Yeah, so? What of it?"
"You know damn well."
"Hmm~? No clue. Not a fuckin' hint."
Siron slyly pushed away my hand from her chest, rolled over, and pressed her luscious tits against my pecs. Looking up with a playful smirk, she teased.
"Ooh~ Got a ton to brag to that Kernax bitch tomorrow~?"
"Hey, Siron...."
"Hehe~"
The pressure of those suckable melons, plus her legs and feet rubbing my thighs—it had blood rushing to my cock against my will. In seconds, I was rock-hard, my dick straining pop! against my panties and poking up triumphantly. Stuck tight against Siron like that, it ended up prodding her crotch in the most awkward spot.
Siron licked her lips at the feel of my cock jabbing her slit, grabbed my cheeks gently, and pulled me in.
"Do it once... and I swear my lips are sealed tomorrow...."
She clamped her thighs around my shaft and ground against it softly. Trap. Obvious as hell. But—
"Go barricade the door."
"Heh, yes sir!!"
My Smith-meter just blew.
Siron grinned like a kid on Christmas, grabbed my blanket to stuff the door cracks tight, then bounced back to bed.
"Head on pillow, ass up, pants off."
No backtalk—she obeyed perfectly. Face buried in the pillow, ass high in doggy, pants flung to the floor. Through the rip in her stockings, her panties were soaked dark.
I stripped off my bursting pants, gripped my veiny monster, and yanked her panties aside. Her thick pussy lips glistened with juice. I slapped my glans against them.
Slap slap slap slap!!
Lewd echoes filled the room. Her breathing roughened, pussy and asshole twitching wildly. Satisfied, I pressed my tip into her gripping entrance.
"Hahh...!! Y-yes... that's it...."
Her folds milked my glans, squeeze-release, squeeze-release. I savored it, hands on her plump ass.
"Make a sound, and we stop."
"Mmph...!!"
She wiggled her ass in reply, face smashed into the pillow. I smacked her cheek lightly and thrust in deep.
"Hnnngh...♥"
Knock knock knock.
A steady knock at the door. My head throbbed, but that was nothing compared to my eyelids and whole body feeling like lead. No joke—like waterlogged cotton. But the warm softness in my arms felt amazing. Heavy lethargy mixed with cozy bliss—what a weird combo.
—Smith? You in there?
Lina's familiar voice snapped my drifting mind back. I forced my eyes open.
"......Tits, huh."
Siron's pretty chest, marked with red hickeys everywhere. Staring at them brought it all back—her cute taunts, pussy drooling as I slammed in and pounded her silly. She squirmed to stifle moans, which only made me hornier, so I went full breeding press, dumped every drop of backed-up cum, and blacked out.
Hence the wreck I was in.
—Um... Smith?
Third call from Lina. I croaked out,
"S-sorry... just woke up. Might be a bit late—go on ahead. Sorry."
—O-okay? If it's not too long, I can wait downstairs.
"Uh... yeah, gimme a sec. Be right down."
—Got it.
Footsteps faded. I tried to release Siron's waist and sit up.
"Mmm~"
"Siron, up. Work starts today—mmph."
"Heehee...."
"Bububub."
As I rose, she hugged my head into her glorious tits, sealing my mouth. No choice—I licked and sucked every inch.
"Hnn, hnnngh... muh...?"
"Mmph mmph."
"......? What're you doing."
"Pfha~!!"
Siron, eyes still sleepy, released my head.
"Hoo... thought I'd suffocate. Anyway, Siron—get up and dress. Work time."
"......Was it?"
"Yeah."
"Fuckin' pain."
She yawned massively, stretched like a waking cat, then boing! hopped up.
"Ugh... can't wear this."
"Oh right. Hold on."
She held up her pants—stained with her squirt and my cum—plus her panties somehow off.
I grabbed a cleanliness scroll from under the bed, tore a strip.
Shhh—
A cool breeze enveloped her and the clothes, leaving them fresh as new buys.
"Whoa...... Magic scroll? Those are pricey as fuck."
"Used one yesterday too. Anyway, get dressed."
"Yeah yeah."
Siron wiggled her juicy ass, slipped on the clean panties, and hiked up her stockings. Thigh meat climbing those legs—chef's kiss.
"Mmm~ Don't care if I do. Pull out?"
"No... I'd never leave this bed."
"Hehe. Fair~ After last night? Mwah."
"Ngh...."
Dressed Siron perched on the bed, pecked my half-hard tip, smirked seductively, and stood.
"C'mon, dress. Gonna be late 'cause of you."
"Me...."
"You."
"......Sigh."
If she wasn't so goddamn cute, I'd spank her. Her grin got me chuckling—I hit myself and the bed with a scroll, then geared up.
"You skipping breakfast?"
"Kinda hungry, but grab something on the way. Or they'll feed us."
"True, the brats'd bring you food if you whined. Let's go."
I grabbed Siron's hand and headed down.
The counter was its usual chaos, but the vibe felt... off.
"Siron, atmosphere's weird, right?"
"Eh, could be."
A few adventurers and lady clerks stared at Siron with massive envy.
I spotted awkwardly waiting Lina by the entrance and approached.
"Wait long?"
"N-no...."
She scratched her head, sneaking glances at yawning Siron—same envious glint.
What the? Something I'm missing? Super curious, but no real reason to pry.
"L-let's go."
We hit the east guard post with Lina and beelined for Kernax's office.
"Smith and adventurer Siron here."
—......Let 'em in.
A weary, exhausted Kernax voice leaked through the heavy door—first time I'd heard her sound that drained.
"Ahem. Then."
Lina coughed lightly and bailed quick. I worried Siron might kick the door again, but she opened it properly.
Inside: Kernax buried in paper stacks on her desk, dark circles under her eyes.
"Kernax?"
"Ahh... Smi... s?"
She slowly looked up from her papers—
"You'll burn a hole in her face~"
"......"
Kernax glared at Siron like she murdered her family. Siron just smirked it off.
"......Some of us pulled two all-nighters on backlog, while someone got beauty sleep—skin's fuckin' glowing."
"What bullshit? My skin always glows. Hehe."
Snap—
Kernax's quill snapped clean.
"Talk...... later. Later."
"Dunno what about~?"
Grind.
Kernax's cheek twitched. No cap, if I let this ride, the office might explode. But she just sighed huge, stood, and approached me.
"Smith...."
"Rough one, huh? You okay?"
"......Yeah."
I opened my arms; she dove in, clinging tight. Rubbing her face on my shoulder, hair, cheeks, sniffing deep—wouldn't let go.
Mwah. Smack smack.
Finally, after hugs and kisses on lips, cheeks, forehead, she pulled back—face brighter.
"Ugh, gross."
"......Smith, wait here—Ardella's overseer will come. You, follow me."
"Where?"
"Where else? Clean up our mess."
"Eek...... Hey, dumbass. Finish up and wait here—or make the guards escort you. Got it?"
"Yeah. Smith, I'll tell my subs—no wandering alone. Got it?"
"I'm not a kid...."
"Shut it. Got it?"
"Smith."
"F-fine...."
They sighed and left. What was with all the babying? I'm not a damn child.
Grrrowl.
Tension gone, hunger hit like a truck. Drained yesterday, now this—legs wobbling on their own.
"Ugh, gonna die."
I collapsed onto the sofa. Hungry, yeah, overdid it yesterday—but this felt wrong.
"This ain't......"
Vision spun, strength drained from my limbs.
"For real, st—"
Everything went black.