Sniffing Out the Scent of Happiness
The savory aroma wafting through my nose tickled my stomach awake.
"......Grrruuuh!!"
I stretched out languidly to shake off the morning grogginess, cracking my eyes open. Instead of the familiar ceiling, the first thing I saw was 누님—Amelia—grinning mischievously down at me.
"You're like a damn ghost. How do you always wake up the second I bring food?"
"Grrruuh~ Haa. Fuck if I know, it's weird as hell to me too."
Back on Earth, this never happened, but ever since coming here, my gut's been a total pain in the ass. I scratched my belly as Amelia chuckled at me.
"I'll be downstairs. Eat up and come join me."
"Yep."
She left the room, and I rolled out of bed. On the table, she'd laid out a fresh salad and a stew brimming with tender meat. I plopped my ass down in the chair pronto.
"No matter how many times I eat it, this shit's always fuckin' delicious."
The warm stew sliding down my throat felt amazing, and the crisp salad with its sweet-tangy dressing always danced perfectly on my tongue. As I devoured the meal she'd made with such care, my mind wandered.
The new Holy Artifact. It'd been four days since I'd tested the Comforting Bow's naughty features on her.
Yeah. Four whole days since I'd laid her down and tormented her pussy with it.
Long story short: the Comforting Bow was a smashing success. Amelia said, "If I hadn't tried it, fine—but once you do, you can't go back." Meaning the effects were off the charts.
"*Burp*. Hoo~ Balanced breakfast as always."
I scraped the bowls clean and headed to the bathroom for a quick splash of cold water on my face before stepping out.
In those four days testing the Comforting Bow and beyond, a few things had shifted. First off, I'd been sleeping in her room—on her bed—every night since then. She claimed it was until my door got fixed, but no way in hell was she planning on that anytime soon.
Second: every night, for "skin care," I unloaded twice into her mouth. Honestly, that was the biggest change, 'cause when she's got my dick in her mouth, she listens to everything I say. Even my most embarrassing requests—she'd scrunch her eyes, blush like mad, but strike whatever pose I wanted. Like spreading her legs wide while sitting, arms behind her head to bare her armpits, sucking me off diligently.
For the record, no actual sex. Neither of us wanted that, so it stayed off the table.
Third: starting the day after the blowjobs began, she started making me breakfast every morning and bringing it to the room. Just breakfast, but hell, I was grateful.
Finally: after eating, I'd head to the guild's open yard for proper workouts. Dating Siron and Kernax had wrecked my sleep schedule, so I'd skipped it. But as that woman who looks just like Ardella said, if I wanna fuck heteromorph girls like Siron, I need stamina first. So I asked the strongest person in town—Amelia—for training help.
She didn't fully oblige. Said she didn't know how to train men and refused... but she solved my issue of other adventurers staring. Her method?
"Hey!! How many times I gotta tell you not to drop that shield!!"
"S-Sorry!!"
She worked the adventurers so hard they couldn't spare me a glance. There were over ten out there, but not one eyed me—they were all dodging her wooden sword like their lives depended on it. Which, first day, they kinda did.
That first day with her, plenty of adventurers gawked at me despite her intimidation. They're not here now. Let's just say they're recovering in some temple.
I watched her beat the crap outta them while jogging the yard lightly. After sweating it out, I grabbed the steel shield she'd fetched and started squats.
"Huff...!! Huff......!!"
No joke, that shield was heavy as fuck. Seeing adventurers lug it around and her batting it away effortlessly with her wooden sword reminded me how ridiculously strong women here are.
"Alright. Dismissed for today."
"Th-Thank you...."
"Good work......"
The adventurers, sprawled on the ground, managed weak nods of thanks before passing out. And Amelia? Face still fresh as a daisy.
"Go wash up and come down."
"Yep. Be right there."
She headed to the kitchen; I went back to her room, stripped off my sweat-soaked clothes, and showered clean with cool water. Toweled off, I opened her wardrobe. Inside hung the fancy clothes Siron gifted me after our first fuck.
I changed into a clean shirt and black pants, ran a hand through my hair—parted slightly to the side, that's it. Weirdly, Siron, Kernax, even Amelia loved this look. From wild-man Smith to neat-and-tidy Smith, transformation complete. Down to the kitchen I went.
It was near lunchtime, so the kitchen buzzed. I peeked through the back door without entering.
"누님."
"Yeah, comin'."
She emerged with a picnic basket.
"Here."
"Thanks."
"Psh. I'm sellin' it to ya. Heh."
True to her word, I'd bought this with my own coin. Inside: lunch for Siron, Kernax, and her too.
Four days ago, after she smacked me and kicked me out, those two were total wrecks. I hand-delivered lunch to the reconstruction site up north. They spotted me and came bounding like puppies reuniting with their owner after ages. Now it's daily routine.
"Let's go."
Oh, and whenever I head out, she always tags along. Keeps Siron and Kernax from worrying about me at the site... though they eye her walking beside me like they've got words to say.
Basket in hand, we left the guild for the bustling north street reconstruction. Folks used to sneak glances, but with her? No issue. Unlike with Siron and Kernax, people half-avert their eyes to the ground when we're together.
"H-Hiiik...."
Women keep eyes down; men? A hundred percent freak out, collapse, or bolt. She seems to enjoy it, but it bugs me. Damn, my 누님's got fierce eyes sure, but big tits, killer body, wide hips, plump ass. Why run like she's a monster?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
―You dumb bitches?! How many times I said mix it right, by the ratios I gave!!
―Eeeek!! I told you to place it gentle so it don't break!!
―Kyaak!! Hammer! Gimme the hammer! Gonna crack that bitch's skull!!
Third visit, same chaotic vibe—reassuring, like our guild reception desk.
"What, lunch already?"
"Fuckin' hell, these new bitches today were all hardasses—wasted the whole mornin'!!"
The steady craftsmen managing sections per zone—not rotating laborers—spotted us and realized it was lunch. We beelined for the overseer.
"Back again today."
"Haha, yep."
Plain blonde, blue-eyed woman—the real overseer. So who was the one chatting me up in the guard office?
"Tell 'em two-hour break."
"Got it."
A knight beside her stepped forward to relay.
"Those two are over there."
"Thanks. Enjoy your lunch, overseer!"
"Will do."
She smiled softly. Amelia and I headed the way she pointed. Soon, we spotted Kernax hauling debris that'd make you question if humans could even lift it.
"Kernax!!"
"......!!"
Her stiff face lit up, eyes widening.
"Wait a sec."
She dashed forward at scary speed with the debris. Thud!! Soon she strode back.
"Where's Siron?"
"Be here soon."
As she finished, Boom! Boom! Boom! Dust billowed from her path. The racket stopped.
"She'll come now."
And sure enough, red hair bouncing, Siron sprinted from the same direction.
"Good work."
"Hmph."
I brushed gray dust from her hair; she snorted but tilted her head for more.
"Quit fuckin' around and move spots for lunch."
"Ah, yep."
"......Tch."
At Amelia's words, we returned near the overseer's tent. Spread a clean cloth from the basket on the ground. I sat first; Siron and Kernax stuck to my sides like glue; Amelia opposite.
Basket overflowed with neatly packed sandwiches. Simple, but nailed taste, nutrition, and fullness—perfect food, IMO.
"Dumbass. I'm hungry."
"M-Me too...."
"Yeah, yeah."
Petting their clinging heads as I rummaged, Amelia grimaced.
"Ugh, what disease turns ya into whiny brats at mealtime?"
Same old, so I just chuckled. Grabbed two sandwiches, fed the pair gaping like baby birds. Started as my idea to cheer 'em up, now they won't eat unless I do it.
"Eugh, so gross it's killin' my appetite."
"Want one, 누님?"
"Fuck off. Feed your girls."
She spat and chomped her share heartily.
"So, kids. When's work wrapping?"
"Fuck knows."
"Sigh... Laborers change daily, so progress is spotty—hard to say."
"Gotcha."
Damn, tough gig.
"Kernax, guard captain stuff done? You look better today."
"Siron helped, so I slept last night."
"Siron?"
I eyed Siron, cheeks puffed hamster-style, munching in surprise.
"......The fuck you lookin' at."
"Nothin'. Just proud."
"......Hmph."
She pouted but melted when I patted her ass lightly, blushing.
"Ahem."
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks to Kernax for getting along with her too."
"You two are full of shit."
Amelia shook her head at my ass-pats, appetite gone. Anyway, lunch ended well. Siron and Kernax claimed my knees, heads pillowed, eyes shut. I stroked their different locks softly. Soon, steady breaths.
"You're one weird fuck. Like those two that much?"
"Heh, they're cute."
"Crazy bastard. Only guy on the continent callin' the bitches who wrecked the street 'cute' is you."
Amazed face, but she laid her head on my ankle like usual, sprawling comfy.
"I'm nappin' too."
"Yep."
Those three dozed sweetly, leaving me alone.
"Peaceful, huh."
Jealous stares stung a bit, but whatever. If every day was like this, I'd want for nothing.
But this wish didn't last long.