Solving the Heat!
Even after that, Wintineas kept asking Hypno questions.
With her languid personality and the chill she constantly emanated, Wintineas wasn't the type to chat much with others. Some people hated the cold she gave off because of the heat, while others found her drowsy way of speaking sloppy and avoided talking to her. Even gentle advice about her revealing outfit was met with firm resolve, making conversations awkward. There were even female adventurers who envied her stunning looks and unique vibe.
But Wintineas didn't dislike talking to people. She just didn't feel lonely or left out if she didn't chat; she stayed in her own pace, perfectly fine on her own.
Such a Wintineas asked,
"Muscles... where'd you... build them?"
"I figured I needed stamina, so gym... uh, you know, places with lots of workout gear. Might as well get my money's worth, so I bulked up a bit."
"Re... cently?"
"Yeah, they've grown a lot lately."
Probably 'cause I dumped a ton of points into Strength.
"A mage... needs stamina... for what? Hmm... running... away?"
"Nah, for personal happy time. The more stamina, the more time you get to enjoy happiness!"
She's got a massive backlog of ultimate fap material. Gotta have stamina to work through it all.
"I... see..."
They sometimes traded baffling words, but watching Hypno gesture animatedly and chat so enjoyably made it fun for her to join in.
Fun...
Just casual, aimless chit-chat with someone who wasn't family. For Wintineas, a lifelong solo adventurer, it was a fresh experience.
"You said you usually wrap yourself in a lot of chill aura, right? Never run low on mana? Like collapsing last time?"
"It's... fine. That was urgent... I usually... control it well."
"Good to hear. I was worried you might keel over like that regularly after seeing it."
Sweaty, steamy, intense sex with an exhausted comrade collapsing from fatigue? Sounds hot. Hope she hasn't passed out too often...
"I'm... fine..."
He worries... about me. Hypno's so... kind. Even frets over me collapsing from the heat... so hot...
Right then, as they bantered happily, the topic of heat crept in, and Wintineas suddenly felt an intense thirst.
Ugh...
It wasn't scorching, but the thirst hit hard. No wonder—Wintineas rarely talked much. But today, in her drowsy drawl, she'd kept conversing with Hypno. The extra talking had parched her throat, reigniting the desire she'd forgotten amid the chat: the craving for semen.
Hypno, meanwhile, was thinking it was time to wrap up the small talk and get serious.
"Oh yeah, you said you had something to consult about? What was it?"
No matter what it is, sex... nah, sex therapy will fix it!
"Well... ugh..."
As the subject looped back to her issue, Wintineas felt deeply uncomfortable. Hypno had been so kind, and their chat had made her like him even more as a person. Asking him for something so humiliating and bold as a man—wanting to taste his semen again—was hard to spit out.
But I... have to say it...
Under Hypno's hypnosis, though, her mind left her no choice but to speak. Still, she framed it as truth with a self-justifying excuse.
"I... y'know. Get... really hot... a lot."
"Yeah, I get it."
Is she asking me to fix the heat? Easy—hypnotize her so she doesn't feel it.
"So... I really like... cold stuff?"
"Yeah, I heard yesterday. Here to solve the heat issue?"
"Uh, yeah..."
Drink semen... to beat the heat...
"Gulp... B-but, y'know... Yesterday was my... first time. Drinking... semen..."
"Really? No guy experience before?"
"Nope... never..."
"Gotcha."
Hypno kept a straight face. But inside:
Jackpot! Virgin confirmed!
"I know semen... is cool, but after drinking it... it was... really refreshing..."
"Glad it helped. Worth shooting it out."
"Yeah, thanks so... much then. B-but... after that..."
Wintineas, her face drowsy yet awkward, dipped her head slightly.
"I kept thinking... about your cock... and semen. It was the first time... anything felt that cool and good... And... again..."
Thinking it rude to keep her head down, Wintineas lifted it to meet Hypno's eyes. She had to say this face-to-face, no matter how awkward.
"I wanna... drink semen again... Sorry... really..."
Hypno's cock throbbed wildly at her words—thump-thump-thump-thump! It screamed to burst through his pants and merge with Wintineas right now. But Hypno's self-proclaimed gentlemanly reason desperately held it back.
Hold on! Just... a bit more... for maximum horny thrill...!
"Still super hot and thirsty?"
"Mmm... no. Not as bad... as then. But even making icicles... to eat or wrapping in chill... it's nothing compared... to that time..."
"You wanna suck my cock and drink my semen again, right?"
"...Yeah. Really... sorry..."
Wintineas hunched her shoulders, head down again, looking utterly ashamed.
"Why apologize?"
"'Cause... it's not that hot... like before. And this isn't... even a real consult... it's a request. Me asking you... for semen 'cause I'm thirsty..."
Wintineas knew she was being shameless. But that desire—to taste that indescribable cool refreshment again—had dragged her back to the consultation room.
"I see..."
Hypno paused silently. Wintineas panicked, wondering if she'd angered the kind Hypno. But his thoughts were the opposite.
Apologizing like this...! Personality check: S-tier pass! So sweet, yet couldn't hold back craving my semen...! Perfect, Wintineas—you're perfect!
Hypno mentally awarded her an SSS in "ideal comrade material." Then, beaming kindly at her, he said,
"Got it. I'll give you more semen. Anytime you want from now on."
"Wha... huh...?"
Wintineas had braced for anger—no sex, maybe a cool dismissal or discomfort. Instead, Hypno smiled benevolently, cock rock-hard, accepting her plea.
"It's... okay...?"
"Of course. Even if it's not scorching like before... you want it, right? I'll give it."
"B-but then... I gotta... make it good... for you too? You okay... with that? Don't hate... it?"
Too... nice... isn't he?
Even Wintineas, fixated on heat relief, doubted his reaction.
"I'm totally fine. It's therapy, after all."
"Thera... py?"
"Yeah. You've got this 'thirst' for my semen, right? As your consultation therapist, I gotta treat it by giving you my semen."
"Oh... like that?"
"Exactly. Plus, getting sucked off by Wintineas? Feels great for me."
"Feels... good? Getting your... cock sucked...?"
Wintineas couldn't grasp it. To her, sucking cock was just a cheap way to get semen—humiliating.
Then a memory flashed: adventurers at a restaurant, chatting crudely over meals.
"Does Hypno... like rough stuff? Maso... chist?"
"Nah?"
"Then... why...?"
"Hmm~ How to put it... Right! Wintineas, sucking cock or getting semen for coolness is humiliating. But if that's not the goal... what is it?"
"What... is it?"
Wintineas pondered his question.
Not for coolness... then...
"Umm... naughty stuff... guys and girls do?"
"Exactly—naughty stuff. That's how I've been seeing it with you."
"Naughty... stuff."
"Yeah. So it felt great as a guy getting sucked by a beauty like you! And since it's therapy, no worries!"
Hypno winked playfully.
Heh heh, plant the 'naughty' idea and watch her get embarrassed, Wintineas.
He pictured her dazed eyes widening, cheeks flushing in her languid demeanor.
But.
"I see... You think of it... as naughty stuff... more."
She nodded slowly. Thoughts sorted, she looked straight at him.
"Good... then..."
A soft, genuine smile bloomed.
Ugh...!
Her natural, heartfelt smile pierced Hypno's heart—then plunged straight down to impale his cock.
"Why... good?"
Perplexed by her unexpected response, Hypno asked. Wintineas replied calmly, unhurried.
"I worried... if I was making you... do too much humiliating stuff... But you see it... as naughty stuff?"
"Y-yeah?"
"And you called me... pretty, said it feels good...?"
"Yeah, you're gorgeous."
"Th... thanks. So... me sucking your cock... doesn't make you mad... or hate it. Makes you feel good... like how I feel good... drinking semen."
She exhaled softly, steadying herself, then smiled naturally and beautifully.
"That makes me... glad."
"You're an angel."
"An... gel?"
The word slipped out. Wintineas tilted her head, not getting it.
"Ahem! I mean, I took it as naughty stuff, right? Doesn't that embarrass you... or anything?"
"Em... barass?"
"Yeah? Naughty stuff?"
"Hmm..."
Pondering again, she asked with pure curiosity.
"Is naughty stuff... embarrassing?"
"Ah."
Hypno got it. To Wintineas, naughty stuff wasn't embarrassing. She'd always wanted more exposure to beat the heat—no shame in skin. The very idea of naughty = shameful didn't exist for her.
"...Wintineas. Off-topic, but can I ask something?"
"Sure. What... is it?"
"What do you think of guys and girls who aren't in love just fucking wildly in public for pleasure?"
"Hmm..."
Not grasping his intent, Wintineas answered honestly anyway.
"If they both... like it, it's fine... right? Oh, but loud sex... outside is a nuisance... so not good."
"Angel."
"An... gel?"
This time, Hypno said it straight, with full sincerity.
"Your face, your heart—you're the best, like an angel, Wintineas."
"Huh? Uh, th-thanks...?"
Happy but puzzled, question marks danced in her head. Watching her, Hypno's affection exploded.
Comrade... locked in! Best comrade ever! Locked!