Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: A Knight's Sneaky Craving
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Tongue or finger. Honestly, the very idea of inserting something filled me with intense revulsion.
But if I had to choose one or the other, the tongue was still the lesser evil.
'I've got experience with it already.'
The first time in the bathhouse, when Charlotte had her way with me. I'd been sucked so fiercely back then.
It was such a powerful shock that even I, a former hero, passed out.
That experience helped me decide now. I could pick without too much agony.
That didn't mean I felt truly at ease, though.
Enlightenment. That's what I'd reached. A state where I could do anything if it meant escaping this itch.
Exaggerating a bit, I was ready to sell my soul.
Charlotte gazed at me intently, then patted the mat beneath me. The soft cushion she'd laid out so my knees wouldn't hurt.
"Father, please present your rear again."
"...Got it."
I turned and offered my backside to Charlotte. Exposing every shameful inch.
Humiliation burned my face hot.
"Father's butt is so cute."
Charlotte ran her eyes over it and grinned mischievously.
I couldn't see her face from this position, but I could feel the smirk tugging at her lips. What was so damn funny?
"Hurry up..."
Whether she mocked me or not, I just wanted out of this itch. So I begged a girl my daughter's age, ass in the air.
Charlotte kneaded my cheeks, then gripped them tight and spread them wide. My clenched hole couldn't resist her strength and parted.
I just hung my head in defeat.
"Father, here I go."
Charlotte stuck out her tongue. She started low, giving my limp balls a light lick, then slowly worked her way up.
Like a brush painting ink, her motion left a slick trail of saliva.
Slurp... Schlick!
Then she stiffened her tongue and pressed it firmly against my hole, poking insistently. It slipped into the loosened ring.
My hips tensed up hard.
I wanted to twist away and shove her face off. The vivid outline of her tongue creeping in gave me chills.
Slurp, slurp!
"Ngh...!"
But I'd asked for this. I lacked the courage to touch the vital core nestled deep inside my ass myself.
Charlotte pressed her face flush against my cheeks and thrust her tongue as deep as it would go. My hero senses registered the intruder clearly.
"Urgh, mmph...!"
It was a strange new pleasure. I wasn't sure if I could even call it that, but my cock was loving it.
Precum oozed down from the tip in a steady stream.
Poke... Prodd...
Her tongue pressed the vital core. Each touch eased the itch a little.
Like scratching a bug bite—cool, refreshing relief. The kind you could get addicted to.
"Father."
Charlotte withdrew her tongue. The way it dragged along my hole on the way out was unreal.
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
"How's that? Feeling better now?"
"......"
Pushing shame aside for a moment, I checked inside myself.
The itch that had spread wide around my ass had receded some. But it wasn't gone completely.
"I can't make my tongue any longer. This was the best I could do."
Charlotte stuck her tongue out flat and shrugged helplessly.
I couldn't blame her for that. She'd done her part admirably.
Improving my condition like this was already something to be grateful for.
"...No, it's fine. I can tough it out and keep moving."
I can make it to Pigmon County. My goal: push through without stopping.
Charlotte wanted to devour Dyke's ass greedily. That twitching hole looked so delicious, it was hard to hold back.
'...I must endure for the feast.'
She dredged up tough memories.
Swinging her sword all day until her palms bled raw?
Or when her mother was executed on the guillotine?
Those weren't really hardships, though.
Charlotte hadn't cared much for her junkie mom. The woman had done nothing but give birth to her.
Denis felt more like a mother, if anything.
Denis had raised her when she was little more than a brat. Treated her the same as Lisa, no favoritism.
Now that she was grown, Charlotte knew how hard that was.
"Hoo..."
She steadied her breath. Forced herself to look away from Dyke's ass indifferently.
It'd taste great right now. But she'd wait until he offered it himself, to savor it properly.
'Marshmallow.'
Dyke had said it. Anyone could goof off and eat sweets.
Devouring the marshmallow in front of you was easy.
But resisting the urge to play, to eat, those simple temptations—and training instead.
The reward? The flavor of two marshmallows. No, ten or more.
Charlotte endured. Didn't pounce on his exposed rear.
Marshmallow. His plump cheeks looked just like them, but she held off.
To perfectly enjoy two, ten, a million flavors. She bottled up her desire.
She hadn't wanted to be a knight. But damn glad she'd trained her patience hard.
Those sessions had forged her willpower now.
"Nngh..."
She hugged the soundly sleeping Dyke tight. Her father fit so perfectly in her arms, it drove her mad with love.
Morning came. Charlotte was holding me—like a snake.
I shoved her off and got up.
Not my first rodeo, so no panic. It'd been like this since leaving the village.
"How's the itch, Father?"
"...Better, yeah."
Condition improved. Touching the vital core directly seemed effective.
Thanks to that, I could move right away.
"Let's head out."
"No breakfast?"
"Can't spare the time. We leave now."
No telling when it'd flare up again. Better to travel while it was manageable.
Neighhh!
We rode all day. The horse trotted with breaks, heading for Pigmon County.
The whole day on horseback.
"...Charlotte."
Symptoms worsening a bit. In numbers—
Yesterday's worst was 100. Improved to 50.
Now around 70.
'It's not a full cure. It'll come back.'
Not severe yet. Still uncomfortable as hell.
"That bad, Father?"
"...Not really."
I could endure. Better than the peak.
But toughing it out changed nothing. I'd face the worst eventually.
'Better swallow my pride and ask Charlotte early. Avoid the peak.'
Once it hit 100, I'd need her help anyway. Enduring 50's itch beat 100's.
A few more ass-baring sessions, sure. But for second-best, a fair trade.
"Understood. If that's what you want, Father, I'll help anytime."
"...Thanks, Charlotte."
Grateful or resentful? My mind was a mess.
I sighed deeply and bared my ass to her. No hesitation this time.
Like yesterday's practice made it routine. Pathetic, how numb to shame I'd gotten.
"Father, here I go."
Charlotte licked her lips and buried her face in my cheeks. Her pointed tongue pried the hole open and delved in.
Schlick, slurp.
"Hah... mmm..."
She opened wide, tongue out. Her lips nearly covered my hole.
Too embarrassing to speak.
"...Ch-Charlotte...!"
She grabbed my cock. Licked my ass while kneading my dick and balls.
Guessing I wouldn't bolt now, she had spare hands.
"Don't touch... Stop...!"
Smack smack smack smack!
No response. Mouth full on my ass, she couldn't.
Ignoring me, she stroked away. My hard cock fit neatly in her palm.
Schlick, schlick! Slurp!
Her tongue, prodding the core, now just lapped the rim. Front and back ravaged by Charlotte.
Yet I said nothing.
'...Feels good.'
Her soft, enveloping strokes. Gentler tongue than last time.
The boiling urge to cum, the pleasure—it was undeniable.
Charlotte pulled her lips from my ass. Hand slowed but didn't stop.
"Father, gonna cum?"
"...S-shut up..."
"Where do you want to shoot it, Father? I'd love to take your seed in my womb, but since you haven't claimed my virginity yet, sadly I can't offer it."
"......"
"Don't want to waste it on the mat, do you? Somewhere else?"
Climax building. I needed to blow now.
"My mouth's free, conveniently."
"...In your mouth! Mouth!"
"Got it."
The second I spoke, Charlotte thrust her head between my legs. Laid back under my crotch.
She pressed my ass down, lowering my hips.
"Father, bring me your cock."
My dick dangled before her lips. She engulfed it whole—nom!
Rock-hard, yet gone in a flash.
She pursed and sucked hard. Vacuum force like it'd yank my soul out.
I let go and erupted in her mouth.
Spurt!
The pent-up load gushed out in waves.
Squelch!
"Guh!?"
As I came, Charlotte jammed a finger into my asshole.