Chapter 103 - Family Circumstances! Hypno Debates Instant Outdoor Sex
Hypno ponders whether to jump straight into some outdoor sex right now. But they've just wrapped up their first quest together, and their bond has grown a little stronger. 'At times like this, it's better to get to know each other more.' Even in the dating sims from his past life that Hypno played obsessively, there were plenty of battles. But the classic post-battle rest phase—boosting affection without hypnosis and unlocking personal backstory events—was standard fare.
So, seeking shade from the heat, Hypno turns to Wintineas and asks, "Why'd you become an adventurer, Winte?"
"Me...?"
"Yeah."
"Um... to get away from... Mom...?"
"Huh?"
Hypno's caught off guard by the unexpected answer. 'Family... discord? If that's the case, then as her precious comrade and sex friend angel, I gotta fix Winte's troubles!' A sense of duty and camaraderie swells in his chest.
"Winte, could you... tell me more?"
"Yeah... uh... it might be... kinda long... is that okay...?"
Hypno flashes a bright smile and gives her a thumbs-up. "No matter how long it is, I'm good as long as I'm with you, Winte. Don't worry!"
"Uh... yeah... so, there was this thing..."
And so begins Wintineas's tale from long ago.
Wintineas was born to ordinary human parents. But the child they had together was a half-elf. With pointed ears unlike any normal human, Wintineas came into the world. At first, both her mom and dad were stunned, their eyes wide in shock.
But Wintineas's dad never once doubted his wife, Wintineas's mom. His love for her was rock-solid, and besides, there were no elves in their village—not even visitors. On top of that, Wintineas's mom remembered the old family legends her own parents had told her: that she was a descendant of a marriage between an ice mage and an elf.
Wintineas's pointed ears and snow-white hair matched the descriptions of those elven mage ancestors perfectly. So the couple never questioned each other's fidelity and raised their precious daughter with love.
Wintineas grew like a weed, her mana awakening in tandem, granting her innate ice magic. And that's where the troubles began.
Wintineas hated the heat. She'd been that way since childhood, and she loved discovering her ice magic. But her mom was the polar opposite—extremely weak to cold. She was so sensitive that even in sweltering heat, she'd prefer long sleeves over nothing thicker, toughing out winter but thriving in summer.
In her early days wielding ice magic, Wintineas was clumsy with mana control and often overdid the chill.
"W-W-Winte... c-could you turn off... the cold?"
When the house got a bit nippy, Wintineas's mom would rub her arms briskly and plead. "It's... hot... here..."
"Mom's cold!"
Still, Wintineas's mom endured the chill as best she could, pouring love into her daughter. Her dad did the same.
By the time Wintineas hit puberty, her mana had surged, and she could wield a wider variety of ice spells. One day, practicing small-scale magic indoors:
"Icicle Lance..."
Thud. Crackle.
Wintineas fired a tiny icicle spear at the door. As it flew close:
"Winte... got any laundry... EEK!"
"Ah...!"
The icicle grazed her mom's shoulder. Riiip—her clothes tore, a tiny bead of blood welling up.
"Does it hurt...? Uuugh, c-c-cold... W-Winte! I told you not to make the room so freezing...! Winte?"
Her mom wasn't mad about the wound—she was scolding her for the chill. "Ah... aaa..."
But Wintineas didn't register that. All she saw was the red blood peeking through the torn fabric. Hurting her own mom hit her like a truck. The weight of her usual scoldings about the cold felt even heavier now.
"W-Winte, are you okay?"
"Eek!"
In a panic, Wintineas bolted not just from the room but the house.
"W-Winte!"
Pausing there, Wintineas lets out a soft whoosh of breath. "So that's when... I ran away from home..."
"...And you've been an adventurer ever since?"
"Huh? No..."
"Oh, right?"
"I was scared... didn't know what to do... wandered nearby... and Dad came looking..."
Stroking the head of his huddled, sniffling daughter near the house, Wintineas's dad said, "Winte, let's train your strength with me."
"Tra... ining?"
"Yeah. Dad'll help you so you never hurt Mom again."
After that, her dad diligently taught her mana control alongside dual-wielding swordsmanship. He'd been a dual-sword adventurer in his youth. Plus, he knew practical lifestyle magic, giving him solid mana manipulation skills that proved invaluable for training her.
Motivated by not wanting to hurt Mom, Wintineas threw herself into her dad's lessons. She gained new power in dual swords and the skill to control her strength.
Her dad was thrilled to bond with his formerly reclusive daughter. And through it all, hearing his adventure tales, Wintineas gradually yearned to set out on her own.
Her dad was half-worried, half-thrilled that his precious girl wanted to follow in his footsteps, but he accepted it. Mom did too.
"Ooh, an adventurer like Dad. Great motivation, Winte. But... what was that about leaving Mom?"
"Well..."
After registering as an adventurer and steadily building her resume to E-rank, Wintineas's dad handed her money to celebrate her promotion. "Buy gear you like. Picking what suits you is an adventurer skill too."
"Yeah..."
And the outfit she bought? The revealing leotard she's wearing now. Not just off-the-shelf—she'd commissioned it custom, pooling Dad's gift with her own savings. Hating heat and prioritizing agility over armor, she figured it was perfect.
Not a bad call. But by normal standards, the exposure was way too high. Even her parents thought so.
When the order was ready, Wintineas—fully prepped to adventure—picked it up that morning, slipped it on, and showed her folks.
"I bought th... is."
She returned home like a kid proudly showing off a new toy. "Uh... um, Winte?"
Dad was at a loss, flustered as a parent. "Oh my! Girl! What kind of shameless outfit is that?! Go return it right now!"
Mom's face flushed crimson as she yelled. "Hm..."
Wintineas puffed her cheeks, sulking hard. "It's... order-made... can't return."
"O-Order-made?! You commissioned that?! You grown girl—what were you thinking! Better off naked!"
"It's... cool and comfy..."
"Cool has limits! No way! Winte, we're returning it together—now!"
After finally getting that outfit, Wintineas was pissed at Mom's tantrum. "No... way."
She rarely defied her mom unless it involved heat, but this time she did. "What, Winte?! What'd you say?!"
"Don't... care. Mom's... dummy..."
"Winte?! Calling your mom a dummy...?"
"Bleh."
Sticking out her tongue at Mom, Wintineas bolted for the guild. "Girl! Winte!"
Ignoring the shouts, cheeks puffed, she ran. "So... I took a delivery quest to another town... and ended up mostly in Jenid."
"Oh... I see."
'Thought it was some heavy family drama, but nah. Winte's got that normal rebellious teen vibe with her mom too, huh.' Hypno imagines her puffed cheeks and pout. 'Super adorable and cute.'
"Winte."
"Yeah."
"Puff your cheeks once."
"Yeah? Like... this?"
Complying, her usual drowsy expression with puffed cheeks radiates cuteness. Hypno's finger instinctively pokes it.
Squish.
"Pffft..."
Air escapes as he presses. The soft give of her cheek draws a natural smile from Hypno. "Heh heh..."
"?"
"Winte's cheeks are so squishy and nice."
"Rea...lly?"
She tilts her head. Squish. Her finger pokes back. "Hypno's... um... smooth...?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I like... Hypno's cheeks too..."
'Winte...!'
Every innocent, calculation-free gesture from her tugs at Hypno's heartstrings. 'Makes my chest ache, and my dick twitch too. Is this an angel's charm...?'
By now, "Winte = angel" was solidifying in his mind. Releasing her cheek, he asks, "So you haven't gone back home since?"
"Huh? No... I visit... often..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Last time... for the bore wolf quest... Dad was thrilled I came. Mom... still nags about my clothes... yeah..."
"Ooh." Pouting with puffed cheeks again. Hypno pokes reflexively. Squish. "Pffft... huh? Oh...?"
Only then does she realize. "Winte's pouty face is cute too."
"Cu...te?"
"Yeah, super cute."
"Uuuh...?"
Not grasping it, she taps her cheeks and tilts her head. 'Am I... cute?'
Even that self-doubting gesture looks like pure angelic innocence to Hypno. 'Wanna creampie this angel ASAP~.'
He itches to finish the quest and head back to Jenid. 'So hot... wanna drink cum quick. Do naughty stuff... with Hypno...'
Wintineas feels the exact same urge.