Chapter 16: The Guard is a Patient (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 16: The Guard is a Patient (1)
The healer who entered this time wasn't that strange blonde man from before. She was a beauty with ebony hair flowing down to her waist, and the slight droop at the corners of her eyes gave her a gentle, pure impression.
For a moment, someone came to mind, but I immediately brushed the thought away. That eroge protagonist was a priest, and this woman is a healer; there’s no way they’re the same character. She’s probably just an extra who looks a bit like her.
The healer narrowed her eyes as she looked at us. She clearly felt something was off, seeing the hastily pulled-up blanket and Iruna, who had her back turned while fussing with her clothes.
Damn, she’s staring right at Iruna. I need to draw her attention until Iruna finishes fixing herself up.
“Haha. What brings you here? Is it already time for my injection?”
“An injection? Did Sir Dein tell you to get one?”
“No. Just a guess.”
In the meantime, Iruna finished her adjustments and turned back around. The healer let out a sigh.
“Ha…”
Ah, Iruna, you dummy. You worked so hard on your clothes, but why didn’t you touch your face? There was a single curly hair stuck near her glistening lips.
Following the healer’s gaze, Iruna felt around her lips and discovered the hair. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she hung her head low.
“…Please refrain from such behavior in the clinic.”
“Yes…”
“Guardian, please don’t blame yourself too much. The patient made you do it, didn’t he?”
Is this bitch gaslighting my Iruna instead of doing her job? That settles it. I’m going to claim her soon and make her scream for me.
“…No. I did it because I wanted to.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yes. So please don’t speak ill of Lord Sma.”
Unlike her usual indecisive self, her tone was firm. Seeing her get angry on my behalf was adorable. I’ll have to give her some sex as a reward.
They’re both the same sexual act, but the nuance and what the person wants are different, so it’s easy enough to classify them as reward or punishment.
“Even so…”
The healer was about to say something else presumptuous. I scowled as hard as I could, putting pressure on her.
“I can’t tell if you’re here to treat me or to nag me. How about you focus on your own job before you start lecturing us?”
“H-How rude! Do you have any idea who I am…”
The healer, who was about to snap back, suddenly lost her words. Well, it made sense; a mere healer would naturally be intimidated after raising her voice at a high-and-mighty guard.
“On second thought, you’re not much, are you? Go on, keep talking.”
“Kuh.”
That look of humiliation on her face—it was so stimulating. I wanted to tease her even more! I twisted my face into the most obnoxious expression possible. Unable to withstand the provocation, the healer averted her gaze and looked down at the floor.
“I’m sorry…”
She apologized too quickly; I hadn't even started having fun yet. Iruna pulled on my arm, telling me to stop teasing her, so I had no choice but to let it go.
The healer handed over some pills and a few potions in reagent bottles, gave the cliché instructions to take them thirty minutes after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then disappeared.
She interrupted our fun just to tell us that? Even after the door closed, I stayed silent and listened closely. I didn't hear the characteristic scuffing of a healer’s shoes walking away.
“Iruna. Come here.”
That rhyme was dope. As if impressed, Iruna approached with her mouth slightly open. Then, she sought out my lips.
Mmph? It wasn't admiration; it was a signal for a kiss. She looked so cute hanging onto me passionately with her eyes squeezed shut. Her tongue, tapping against my closed lips to ask for entry, was soft, and her breath was sweet.
As I focused on the sensation of her lips, Iruna began to act spoiled.
“Why won’t you open up…?”
“Did you want to kiss that badly?”
“Yes. You stopped in the middle earlier.”
Iruna took my hand and guided it downward. Her soft underwear was soaking wet.
“Since when have you been like this?”
“It’s been wet since I was serving you, Lord Sma.”
She’s shy, but she certainly says what’s on her mind. As I moved my hand inside Iruna’s panties, I checked the crack in the door. Sure enough, I could see the eye of a voyeur peeking through the gap.
The healer was so preoccupied with peeping that she didn't even realize I’d noticed her. Ha, seriously. She was just saying we shouldn't do lewd things in the clinic. Now she’s so distracted by watching us that she hasn't even noticed we haven't taken our clothes off yet? I used my free hand to hike up Iruna’s skirt.
From my angle, I couldn't see it, but from the healer’s perspective, she’d have a clear view of Iruna’s firm buttocks and my hand digging into her panties.
I pushed the panties completely to the side so she could see better and started thrusting into her pussy. It was a bit awkward because Iruna had climbed on top of me, so my fingers couldn't go very deep, but I could still rub her plump vulva and her partially buried clitoris quite well.
“Haaah. Right there, rubbing it feels so good.”
“Where does it feel good? Say it clearly.”
“My pussy. My pussy feels good.”
“You need to be more specific than that.”
Iruna looked at me with eyes clouded by pleasure. Mm, she’s so beautiful I can’t resist kissing her. Without waiting for an answer, I pulled her into a kiss.
As our tongues intertwined, my self-restraint evaporated. Even as I moved Iruna slightly to the side and lowered my pants, the healer didn't step in. Typical eroge character—stopping us with words but staying to watch. What a slut. Today, I’m going to fill your head with nothing but my dick.
* * *
Elizabeth, the healer who had been assigned to a patient named Sma for only two days, had a secret. In truth, she was a priestess serving Dite, the Goddess of Beauty.
All the gods worshipped in the Hugo Kingdom granted healing Holy Arts. Among them, Dite’s divine power was exceptionally effective at treating external wounds and regenerating skin.
Women craving beauty would flock to Dite’s temple with bags of money to receive Holy Arts that would make their skin radiant. Because of this, Dite’s priestesses lived wealthy lives, but Elizabeth didn't want to spend her life just using Holy Arts on other people’s skin.
She wanted adventure. Fortunately, she had caught the eye of a high-ranking person who visited the temple and received a mission.
She had successfully cleared a Low-Rank dungeon and was looking for party members to tackle a Mid-Rank dungeon when that high-ranking person suddenly called her and told her to look after a strange guard.
‘They said he might be knighted in the future, so I should build a relationship with him in advance.’
Since it would cause an uproar if her identity as a priestess were revealed, she only told the director her secret and went undercover as an ordinary healer.
She had entered the hospital room with high expectations, but she was met with a strange smell. A scent that was sweet yet musky—the kind of smell that reminded her of the feelings she had when she comforted herself alone in a corner of the temple.
Elizabeth, who had zero experience with men, hadn't known what that smell was at first. But the moment she saw the curly hair stuck to the female visitor’s mouth, she realized exactly what the two had been doing in the room.
‘There’s a limit to everything. To do such a thing in a clinic!’
The expectations she’d had before seeing the guard crumbled instantly. She’d snapped at them in a fit of pique, but remembering that he was someone favored by that high-ranking person, she’d had no choice but to back down.
It was the greatest humiliation she’d faced since being insulted by a noblewoman while working at the temple. Elizabeth, huffing with indignation, went to close the door but stopped.
‘If I leave like this, those two will just keep doing what they were doing, won’t they?’
She had acted too hastily earlier and lost the argument. This time, she would wait until the moment was ripe, then burst in at the perfect timing to give them a lecture.
She would tell them that they shouldn't engage in sexual acts just anywhere. Hadn't Goddess Dite herself said to cherish one’s lover? Having relations in a clinic where anyone might walk in was a failure to show consideration for one’s partner.
However, the resolve she’d hardened melted away the moment she saw the two of them kissing. Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes off Iruna’s face. Her eyes, which had looked gentle yet intelligent, were now unfocused and dripping with sensuality, and her lips glistened under the light.
‘…Let’s watch a little longer.’
Elizabeth, unknowingly swallowing hard, opened the door a bit more to see better. But because of the angle, she could only see the back of Iruna’s head.
Just as she was swallowing a sigh of disappointment, the guard moved his hand and hiked up Iruna’s skirt. His fingers, pushing the panties aside and fondling her pussy, were revealed without filter.
Elizabeth unconsciously compared Iruna’s parts to her own. As was typical for a follower of the Goddess of Beauty, Elizabeth had a stronger sex drive than the average woman. She had kept her virginity because her first love hadn't come yet, but she masturbated quite often.
Sometimes, she even did it while looking in a mirror. Because she had seen her own so much, she thought she was an expert on pussies, but Iruna’s was entirely different.
Unlike her own, which had very little flesh and revealed the opening as soon as it was spread, Iruna’s labia were plump and didn't easily reveal the inside.
Based on appearance alone, it looked like an impenetrable fortress. It seemed like it would never fall to a man’s invasion, yet every time the guard’s hand rubbed the flesh and dug inside, it poured out gushes of transparent pussy juice.
Each time, moans filled the hospital room. Even Elizabeth began to feel strange.
‘The guard’s hand movements are so lewd.’
This was definitely not the skill of someone who had only done this once or twice. How would it feel if those hands touched her own pussy? What would happen if he stroked her labia majora like he was doing to that woman, teased her clitoris, and lightly scratched the inside of her vagina?
“Haa…”
Elizabeth’s hand moved to her lower abdomen of its own accord. Her panties were already soaking wet, asserting that they were ready to accept that man’s touch.
But those hands belonged to Iruna. Elizabeth had to be satisfied with masturbation. She sought pleasure by rubbing her clitoris as usual, but it felt insufficient.
She realized what was missing the moment she saw the guard’s cock.
‘So that’s a man’s sex organ…’
The male organ she was seeing for the first time in her life was larger and looked harder than she had imagined. The way the veins bulged was almost grotesque.
Elizabeth unconsciously licked her lips. Her eyes were pinned to the guard’s cock, unable to look away.
The cock was forcibly prying open and invading Iruna’s fortress-like pussy. It repeatedly entered to the very root and pulled back out, catching the dripping nectar.
As the sex grew more intense, Elizabeth’s masturbation became bolder. She sat down on the floor, pulled off her panties, and began stimulating her vaginal entrance with her fingers. But it wasn't enough. She needed something thicker, something harder.
“Haaah, it’s so good. Lord Sma’s cock feels so good!”
What she needed was a cock to violently plow her inside. If she only had that cock, Elizabeth could experience the ultimate pleasure too. She could be as happy as Iruna, who was panting on top of the guard’s body.
“Ugh. I’m cumming inside you, Iruna!”
“Haaahhh! Lord Sma’s cum, your warm cum is coming inside meee…”
The moment the guard injected his semen into Iruna’s womb, Elizabeth also reached her climax. She bit her lip to hold back her moans as much as possible, but a small sound escaped.
“Hngh…”
Elizabeth froze, startled by the heat of the sound she’d made—a sound she could hardly believe came from her.
‘He didn't hear it, did he?’
She desperately hoped the guard hadn't noticed. But Goddess Dite was heartless. Her eyes met the guard’s.
The guard said something with a smirk. Elizabeth didn't have the courage to hear what it was. Overwhelmed by shame, she turned and fled.
* * *
“She’s not even Cinderella, but she left her panties behind. I guess she took them off while she was masturbating.”
“Who’s Cinderella?”
“Someone uglier than my Iruna. Looking at my beautiful, slutty Iruna’s breasts made me hard again. Shall we go for another round?”
Iruna silently wiggled her hips. This is sex, and this is the life.