The Arrival at Retinel
It was the third day after leaving the village, two nights spent on the road, when we finally arrived at Retinel.
"Should we look for a place to stay first?"
"Yeah. Let's get something to eat while we're at it..."
As a city with a high floating population, Retinel was rare in that it actually had an inn, much like the Rystein territory. I recall hearing that before my regression, there were as many as five, but it seemed there was only one left now. Winnie guided me to the place she always used whenever she stopped by, and a large, imposing building came into view.
'Retinel Inn'
Right. In a place like this, the first one to claim the room gets the prize.
We entered the inn, secured a room, and headed down to the first floor to eat. I had booked a single room after hearing the price. Perhaps because it was a monopoly, the cost was absolutely insane. Still, I had no complaints since the room had two beds. The advantages of that price, at least, were that meals were provided, and secondly, it kept the riff-raff who couldn't afford it from even stepping through the door. Given the atmosphere of this city—which was "free" if you wanted to be polite, or "lawless" if you were being honest—there were far too many low-lifes around. Since Winnie was reluctant to reveal her identity to avoid unnecessary trouble, we had to distinguish ourselves with money.
This much was fine; I could just write it off as travel expenses. Even if Winnie was the one paying for everything.
I buried my face in the food, devouring it like a man who hadn't eaten a proper meal in days. The village we’d stopped at previously had nothing but watery wheat porridge, so I’d preferred the beef jerky I’d eaten while camping. That porridge looked thinner than my own semen; I have no idea how people survive on that.
Eating the hot stew made my fatigue melt away. For some reason, I’d been falling into a deep, heavy sleep every night for the past few days of travel, and I’d felt exhausted every evening. I’d wake up feeling refreshed in the morning, only to feel lethargic after dinner—it was as if I’d developed a case of food coma. It was a little suspicious, but...
Winnie was staring intently at my bowl. She looked like she wanted a bite, so I fished out a large chunk of carrot and set it aside for her.
"Oh, thanks... wait, no!"
Before Winnie could stop me, I snatched a piece of meat and popped it into my mouth. If there’s giving, there must be receiving.
"Hey! Why do you give me vegetables and take the meat! Give me some meat too!"
"No."
I used my spoon to fish the remaining meat out of the stew. Winnie poked at my bowl with her own spoon, but the meat had been wiped out by my earlier strike; it looked like a lost cause.
"Hmph..."
Eventually, Winnie gave up on the meat and ate the carrot with a pout. Dealing with Winnie always made me feel incredibly childish. Maybe it was because her behavior and her build were so kid-like. In times like these, I needed something mature.
"Innkeeper, a bottle of wine here."
"We don't sell wine here, sir. We only have beer..."
"Tsk, then bring us two glasses of that."
"Oh..."
Winnie’s eyes sparkled with delight. We downed the beer that arrived shortly after and headed upstairs to sleep. It was comfortable having two small beds in one room. Judging by the fact that Winnie’s glass had barely gone down, she didn't seem to enjoy alcohol much.
I’m the type of person who doesn't fall asleep easily even after drinking. To be precise, if I drink a little, my mind actually becomes clearer. That’s how it is after just one glass of beer, anyway. The reason I’m mentioning this is that Winnie didn't seem to know that fact.
Before I knew it, Winnie had crept out of bed and was standing by my side, calling me in a tiny voice.
"...Ed, Edward..."
"Ugh, mmm..."
I almost answered reflexively when she called my name. I turned my head, pretending to be talking in my sleep, and Winnie, who seemed more startled than I was, called my name again as if to check if I was truly asleep.
"...Edward..."
"...Ed, are you... sleeping?"
Winnie waved her hand in front of my half-opened eyes. She even blew air into my ear to check. That was a bit dangerous, so I slowly raised my hand and scratched my ear to brush it off. If I were acting according to my usual personality, it wouldn't have been strange for me to wake up and interrogate her, but Winnie was so serious and cautious that I felt bad about embarrassing her. Plus, I was curious about what she was trying to do.
"Is he a weaker drinker than I thought..."
No, I’m wide awake right now.
Winnie, who had been stimulating my body as if testing something, finally moved into action. As her silhouette slipped between my legs, I prepared to tighten my thighs and pin her down if things went south. And then...
Winnie pulled down my pants. I felt her hand reach in and touch my soft, small member. I felt her warm, small hand cupping my balls. Winnie, who had been about to lower her head, stood back up as if she’d forgotten something.
*Smooch*
"I won't be able to kiss you once I've got your cock in my mouth..."
I’d tried my best not to show it, but I felt embarrassed that she’d already noticed. I was busy debating whether it was right to react to her blowing in my ear but not to her touching my cock and kissing me, when Winnie moved back between my legs.
"Mmph, mmm... *slurp*."
Feeling the sensation of her mouth—which I’d thought I was used to—I felt my cock begin to harden for the first time in a while. From the day we arrived in the village until today, my cock, which was usually always full of vitality, had lost its vigor and hung limp. I’d wondered if it was because of some strange herb, but it turned out I’d just used up all my sperm without realizing it. Is this what they call responsibility without pleasure?
I’d wondered why she hadn't been demanding anything for a few days, but to think she’d been enjoying herself on her own. Winnie played with my erect cock with the familiarity of someone who’d done this many times. I could hear the wet, squelching sounds, which made it seem like she was masturbating while sucking me off. As I caught a faint glimpse of Winnie’s face moving rapidly, a wave of pleasure surged from my cock. The moonlight from the half-moon leaking through the window created a strange, mystical atmosphere. With that sight and the stimulation I hadn't felt in a while, I comfortably ejaculated.
*Gulp*
Winnie licked up the semen as if it were delicious, then climbed on top of me like she was riding a horse. She pressed my cock against the crack of her cunt, ground her hips against me a few times, and then, as if by mistake, naturally slid it inside. It had been a while for me, but my cock and her cunt seemed to find their rhythm as if they were old friends.
"Hng, hnn, hnn, huah..."
She thrust her hips, pounding away with effort. In the quiet inn room, only the sound of Winnie’s sweet moans could be heard. But do I cum more easily when I’m sleeping? If she intended to milk me dry at this speed until my balls were empty, it seemed like it would be impossible even after the sun rose.
"It’s bigger than usual, it feels so good..."
Winnie braced her hands against my chest, thrusting hard until she shuddered and climaxed on her own. Her lewd belly, shining under the moonlight, contracted, making the outline of my cock inside her even more vivid. Because of the angle, the moonlight only illuminated Winnie from the shoulders down, making her obscene body stand out even more. The shadows of the partition formed a dark band, as if trying to hide her nipples.
That was all well and good, but the sex had come to a complete halt. Is that it? Just because you’re satisfied, you’re done? It felt good because it had been a while. I felt like I’d been left burning halfway through.
"How devious."
"Oh? Oh?"
As I sat up, we naturally shifted into a missionary-like position. I couldn't see her well because of my shadow, but I could tell she was flustered just by the sound of her voice.
"Since when have you been doing this?"
"O-only once today."
You get punished more if you lie. I looked at her with that thought in mind, and she immediately raised five fingers in surrender. Five times. If it was five times, that meant from the day I collapsed into sleep until last night. That meant she’d been doing it every single day.
"So, the reason I’ve been falling asleep early every evening was all because of you?"
"I never gave you anything that would leave permanent side effects..."
I’m naturally a light sleeper who wakes up easily at the slightest presence. I asked because it didn't make sense that I wouldn't have known while she was taking off my pants and fucking me in the middle of the night, and it turned out my guess was right.
"How am I supposed to be scared of eating anything Winnie gives me from now on..."
"No, really! You didn't have a single headache!"
"Shh."
Being too loud is a nuisance to the neighbors. I sat up and adjusted my posture without a word. In times like these, the best thing to do was to declare a sex ban as punishment, but I was already too erect... that was impossible. Instead, I flipped Winnie over, spreading her legs wide so her cunt faced upward.
"Did you do wrong, or didn't you?"
"I did wrong..."
"I can't trust you if you only say it with your mouth. You need to be punished, don't you?"
I pressed down on her with my whole body so she couldn't escape and moved the cock that was already inside her. Perhaps because the pleasure was on a different level than when she did it alone, I could see Winnie’s eyes roll back as she climaxed almost immediately.
How boring. Since she’d satisfied herself behind my back, I decided I would keep fucking her until I was satisfied.
I ejaculated three times inside Winnie, who was pinned beneath me with her back completely arched.
"My back hurts..."
"Who told you to do that?"
Winnie complained of back pain when she woke up the next day.