Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Flower of the North Sea (12)
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The journey back was smoother than expected.
Before meeting Estelle, the Roshiar soldiers I had prepared in advance were stunned speechless at the sight of me, covered in blood and leaning on Adella for support as I staggered out.
However, my injuries were severe, and taking a teleportation carriage from Adenbury to Pharenchia seemed too risky. So, we rented a regular carriage and headed south for now.
Every time the wheels hit the uneven dirt road, blood-tinged coughs sputtered from my mouth. My eyes kept drifting shut, and beside me as I lay there, Adella gently wiped my lips with the hem of her dress.
"Teacher..."
When the dark night fell, Adella would occasionally press her ear to my chest and murmur to herself. Things like "don't die" or "thank you."
She seemed afraid my heart might stop, but there was no need to worry.
A hero's body is sturdy. Wounds heal quickly. As long as all three divine powers hadn't vanished, I could keep going until the end.
Rumble, rumble—.
After several days traveling along the road like that, we arrived at a quiet rural village. It was a place that grew a variety of grapes called Chateau, and just half a day further would bring us to Alsace.
From there, we could take a teleportation carriage to Pharenchia.
"What?!"
"Who are you? Huh? Kyaaah!!"
There was a minor incident where the shrine priest fainted upon seeing me enter the village's small temple, but fortunately, I received immediate treatment. I heard they even used all the potions kept at the village chief's house for emergencies.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a small bed in a room inside the temple, wrapped in bandages.
It was a quiet night, and the priests had all gone home. I gazed out the window.
The nameless village, nestled against a canyon like a natural screen, was breathtakingly beautiful at night. The Milky Way stretched across the sky, vast beyond comparison to Earth's.
The countless stars within the celestial body—Prius Mobile—seemed cramped in the too-narrow heavens, stumbling and falling down now and then.
Some would become the light for those researching magic, while others would settle on the rural earth, ripening into fruit on the vineyards beyond the fences.
Gurgle.
A small rumble came from my stomach. Come to think of it, I hadn't eaten anything for days. I sat up in bed.
Aside from the wound on my stomach where the Snow Duke's spear had pierced me, the minor injuries had already been healed.
As I moved to open the door, wondering if there was any food left in the temple, someone else grabbed the doorknob first.
"Teacher, you're awake?"
It was Adella, carrying a large basket brimming with grapes.
"The village chief and villagers gave them to us for dinner."
Hmm, very impressive. It was more commendable than anything Adella had done so far.
A swell of pride rose from deep in my chest—she hadn't been raised in vain.
"Really? Good job."
Just thinking of the sweet juice bursting at the slightest bite made my mouth water. Pushing praise aside, as I reached for the basket, Adella asked,
"Are your wounds okay?"
"Seems mostly healed. Let's head to Alsace tomorrow morning."
Swoosh.
Suddenly, the grapes pulled away from me. Adella had yanked back the hand holding the basket.
My hand hung in the air, unabashed, as she twisted her waist slightly and asked. The basket dangled teasingly behind her back.
"Teacher?"
"Yeah?"
"How do I look?"
Come to think of it, even here, she was wearing a dress more suited for a ball—one stained with dirt and blood.
Given the villagers' kindness, they could've lent her a change of clothes, but no.
"Hmm... Pretty."
It wasn't a lie. Though torn and soiled, Adella in that dress was truly beautiful.
From her slender waist curving to her hips, to the ample exposure of her chest— all of it.
"Really? For real?"
"Yeah."
As if the grapes agreed, the basket drew near again. I reached out to finally sate my hunger, but Adella grabbed my hand once more.
"But, Teacher. I have one request."
The vibe was clear: no compliance, no grapes. Moonlight slanted through the window, softly illuminating her dress like rippling blue waves.
Now that I noticed, though her only clothes were these, she must have already bathed— a faint floral scent wafted from her.
"I... I never made it to the ball in the end. Couldn't debut in society either."
"So?"
Was she asking for a dance? Sorry, but I'd never learned that stuff.
Adella fidgeted with our clasped hands and passed me something. It was the earring I'd picked up from the canteen floor before.
"Found it in your pocket. The thing you lost before we came here."
"..."
"Put it on me."
Debutante. The term for a noble daughter entering society.
Those yet to debut—unable to become engaged or betrothed—pierced only their left ear. Once marriage-eligible, both ears wore earrings.
I grasped the thin, needle-like tip of the earring embedded with a blue gem.
Adella stepped closer and turned her head to the left.
Her white nape exposed above her chest and collarbone.
And her delicate frame, so fragile it might shatter under pressure.
My hand trembled as I brought the needle to her earlobe. Memories flashed of nearly killing her once by misjudging my strength.
"I can't."
"You can."
Her clear, aquamarine eyes told me so.
"Only you can. For me."
With a shaky hand, I pressed the earring to Adella's ear. It needed a sharper tool ideally, so I was extremely careful.
Holding her earlobe, I took a deep breath, then applied pressure—
Pok! Her face winced slightly with the sound.
Drops of blood trickled down.
As I wiped them away, she beamed.
"Hehe. Now I'm a proper young lady too."
She probably had been long before. My gaze wandered awkwardly.
"Teacher."
As I reached for the grapes again, Adella outright dropped the basket to the floor this time.
She grabbed my wrist once more and said,
"I... I'm a young lady now."
"...Yeah."
"This spring, I've waited far longer than new grapes, fully ripened now."
As if to prove it, my hand touched the soft swell of her breast. A flower that had weathered rough waves, wrapped in the finest packaging, now bearing fruit—tempting me.
"Wanna... taste?"
I couldn't say if the fallen grapes were truly unripe, but what stood before me looked utterly sweet.
A starry night. A narrow room like an inn in some nameless rural village. A bed too small for two. Bedding faintly scented with the river water from the village edge.
And blue hair slipping between my fingers. Adella's fresh, ever-innocently bright scent.
"Hahp, chuup—."
Clumsy kisses and instinctively pressing breasts overwhelmed my senses, igniting a fierce fire in my chest.
As I gripped her waist like before, she lowered her eyes and stuck out her tongue like a baby bird.
The saliva that met mine carried a sweet grape aroma, but whether from the spilled basket or this cheeky temptress, I couldn't tell.
Ignorant of how to undress her, I simply pulled the dress down, and she accepted with a smile.
Under the moonlight, her large breasts appeared before me, and my hands naturally gravitated there.
As cold air and rough fingers brushed her nipples, hardening them, I lightly twisted— a lewd moan escaped Adella's lips.
"Ahng, Teacheeer..."
She pressed closer. With a melting voice and soft nasal tones, she moved her hands aside, thrusting her breasts forward for easier access.
"More, touch me more. Make me feel good."
White panties peeked from beneath the hiked-up dress hem. Adella ground her crotch against my thigh, whispering maddening words.
"I'm such a fool... Ahp, teach me more. The spots that feel good, Teacher's, hng! All the good spots, teach them to me."
I'd never quite grasped the metaphorical "deflowering," but seeing her like this made it crystal clear.
My once-cautious touches—wary of hurting her again—grew insistent and bold.
Each curl of my fingers inside her dress and panties sent her back and waist trembling pitifully.
The wet, squelching sounds filling the room made me want to claim this small, innocently lewd Adella completely.
"Ahng, huaaang...! W-wait... Fingers, Teacheeer!"
Finally, she broke our kiss, panting from the intense caresses. As she instinctively tried to pull her hips back, I seized her ass firmly.
"Hiyaang!?"
Forcefully, a bit scoldingly—meaning no escape—I yanked her back.
On her knees on the bed, lower body restrained, Adella clutched my hair, enduring the onslaught of pleasure.
The white belly visible through the clinging dress and soft breasts against my head satisfied sight and touch alike.
"Aang, heut! W-wait a sec! S-something, something's weird...!"
She clenched her thighs, but with each merciless scrape inside her shallow depths—squish, squish—they crumbled helplessly. Mid-moan, Adella shuddered violently, reaching climax.
"Huuuung—!"
As her strength faded and she collapsed, Adella leaned against my chest, face flushed crimson with shame, breathing raggedly.
My gaze drifted down to my bulging pants. Her cool hand tentatively rested there.
Seeing the bandages around my stomach, she wiped tears from her eyes and said dutifully,
"Haa... Teacher's still hurt, so, mm, let me do it."
Part anger, part innocent curiosity—I nodded. What could an inexperienced girl do, anyway?
As expected, upon pulling down my pants, Adella gulped at the sight of my large cock and froze.
After hesitating, she carefully removed her panties and climbed atop me, leaning against the headboard.
"Wait... you're just gonna put it in?"
"Of course I'm gonna put it in."
Not "don't," at least...
I figured she'd at least wet it with saliva or her juices, or stroke it hard first.
But Adella tried inserting it raw.
"Ahp, it won't go in easy. Like this..."
I could've moved, but she insisted on balancing from above. Unfamiliar as she was, success wasn't immediate, and each drop of her hips spiked my tension— what if it snapped?
"Oh, wait, no contraceptive. Wanna come out for a sec? I'll ask the chief..."
"No way."
Squeeze!
Finally, she steadied the tip with her hand and succeeded.
"Don't need... that."
Hot, writhing, impossibly tight— as I gasped entering her, Adella—hands on my chest—whispered in my ear.
"Needless."