Chapter 72. The Great Mage Is Sexually Frustrated
Chapter 72. The Great Mage Is Sexually Frustrated
'Wh-what in the...?!'
Yumir registered Heira's sudden action an instant after the scream. Face gone deathly pale, she looked down at the elf nestled against her chest.
There was no mistaking it. Heira had her mouth firmly latched around Yumir's left nipple. An elf who, youthful though she appeared, had lived over a hundred years, suckling at her breast like an infant.
"Yumir? That sound just now..."
"Yaaawn! Ahh! Why am I so sleepy? And maybe a little feverish too? I think I'll just rest here a bit longer~ Hahaha!"
Fortunately, Serika was far enough away that she didn't seem to notice a thing. With all the steam filling the room, she wouldn't have had a clear view this way, either.
"Hmm, is that so?"
In the end, Serika submerged herself back into the bath without a second thought.
Swimming laps around a bath, no matter how large, was ordinarily terrible manners—but right now, Yumir could only be grateful for that obliviousness.
After all, Heira, still half out of her senses, remained clamped onto her breast with no intention of letting go.
"Y-you little... I told you to rest your head, not put your mouth on— Ngh!"
She moved to push Heira's head away, but the attempt only ended up stimulating the nipple caught in the girl's mouth even further.
If anything, Heira was the one who reflexively tightened her lips, refusing to release her hold.
"Nn, ngh... Haa..."
The sensations rippling through her gradually stripped the steadiness from Yumir's voice.
Terrified that a sound might leak out, Yumir clenched her teeth and began racking her brain for a way to detach the girl clinging to her.
'H-how do I even handle this...'
No ready answer came to mind.
Having another woman suck on her breast was a first for Yumir—but it was surely just as unprecedented for her partner. If she woke Heira up right now, wouldn't it become impossibly awkward to even look her in the eye afterward?
"...Mmm."
Utterly indifferent to Yumir's internal turmoil, Heira continued her sucking, kneading the breast with her hand all the while.
And the act only grew steadily more forceful. As if she were determined to draw out milk that could never possibly exist.
"C-calm down. N-no matter how much you suck, nothing's going to— Ngh...!"
It wasn't just the intensity escalating. Another harsh moan escaped her, right when she was desperately trying to hold everything in.
Body rigid, Yumir glanced down sharply at Heira, still mouthing her breast.
The moment she thought Heira might finally release her, the elf instead pointed her tongue and began licking the nipple. This wasn't the suckling of an animal; it couldn't be dismissed as a behavior driven purely by instinct or memory.
This was an act engraved on the flesh, not the mind.
Just like when a woman took a man's fingers—or his length—into her mouth, it was unmistakably what one would call a caress.
'S-sucking like this...'
The movements of Heira's tongue were clumsy, amateurish, utterly devoid of technique.
But precisely because of that, they were incredibly rough—and that particular kind of stimulation proved devastatingly effective on Yumir, whose body had grown so much more sensitive since that day.
"Th-this little brat, using her tongue too...! Ngh, haah!"
The moment her ragged breath mixed with the heat filling the washroom—
—tears began to well in Yumir's eyes as she anxiously wondered whether Serika, still soaking in the bath, might overhear.
'N-no, not here. With that girl right behind me... If she sees me like... like this...!'
In the end, unable to push Heira away or even let out a sound, Yumir could only focus desperately on enduring.
As a final, desperate measure, she hastily clamped her own hand over her mouth—and the moment she did, her entire body began to tremble, the tension draining out of her all at once.
"...Haa-ah."
As if to drive the point home, Heira's tongue stilled, and she instead bared her teeth and bit down gently on the nipple.
The instant she applied pressure, Yumir's back arched taut.
"Mm, mmph~♥"
Along with the moan that escaped from behind her hand, Yumir's climaxing body sagged forward, limp.
The moment she reached her peak beneath the clumsy, unself-conscious caresses of another woman—Yumir, barely managing to right her rolled-back eyes, clutched her dazed head and began directing her anger at a certain someone.
'D-dammit, that bastard Dave... Why did he have to pick up such a bewitching girl?'
She'd hoped that day's sexual incident would be the last of it. But contrary to that resolve, ever since then, a considerable fire had been smoldering inside her body.
It seemed what people called sexual frustration had begun, little by little, to take root in her.
"Nn, ngh..."
Blame could just as easily have fallen on the girl now making her feel this way all over again while she was still struggling to suppress it. But all Yumir could do was endure her churning insides and speak cautiously to Heira, who was just beginning to stir awake.
"A-are you feeling a bit more conscious now?"
She spoke while continuing to soothe her still-oversensitive nipple.
"......"
Heira simply stared blankly at Yumir's disheveled state.
By chance, the elf had no clear memory of what had just happened. Even if she sensed something on a visceral level, she would dismiss it as a dreamlike event, something conjured from her own memories.
"...Where is this?"
"Honestly... If you weren't used to the hot bath, you should have said something."
And Yumir, for her part, had no desire for any of this to come to light. Afraid Heira might notice something, she hurried to fill the silence, and Heira met her face with a puzzled, vacant expression.
"Did something... happen?"
"Everything's fine, so if you can't remember anything, could you please just stay quiet?"
"...?"
"...Your fever doesn't seem to have broken completely. There's a cold bath over there. Let's go cool down."
Yumir took the now-conscious Heira and guided her toward the cold bath. Her legs were shaking for some reason, but Heira decided not to pay it any mind.
-Trickle.
She did notice a clear fluid running down between Yumir's legs, but in a steam-filled bathhouse, that was hardly anything out of the ordinary.
***
There had been a minor incident, but the bath concluded without further trouble. The three of them changed into lighter clothes and headed to the mansion's kitchen for a meal.
Dishes were laid out neatly atop the table.
The steam rising from the food showed it had been freshly prepared, but whoever had cooked it had already left, leaving behind only a short note.
"Dave says he stepped out for a bit. Had something to buy."
"Something to buy?"
"Says it's a tool for personal use... Hmm, maybe something for our quests?"
"That makes sense. Dave's joining us on quests starting tomorrow, so he probably needs a fair bit of equipment."
Serika spoke in an understanding tone, but she couldn't quite hide her disappointment.
However, the feeling didn't last long. Fortunately, she now had more companions around her to fill the gap his absence left.
"Heira, sit next to me. Dave's a pretty good cook, so I'm sure you'll like the food."
"...Okay."
Heira nodded at Serika's words and took her seat.
And so, the three sat facing one another and began their meal, each in her own way.
Yumir, whose long years of research had led her to see meals as nothing more than a means of replenishing nutrients, ate quietly and with brisk efficiency.
Serika, on the other hand, savored every bite of the meal her lover had prepared.
"Mmm~ Dave's cooking really is delicious~ Don't you think so too, Heira?"
"......."
"...Heira?"
But unlike the other two, ever since she'd sat down at the table, Heira hadn't reached for the food even once.
She simply stared silently at what was on her plate. Noticing this, Serika stopped eating and focused her attention on the elf.
"Heira, what's wrong?"
"...First time."
"Pardon?"
"First time... seeing these things."
Heira murmured quietly, pointing a finger at what was placed before her.
It was a cautious gesture, but what showed in her eyes was unmistakably curiosity.
"This... there's something on the vegetables."
"You mean the dressing?"
"...Dressing?"
Heira blinked and turned to look at Serika.
For Serika, who had taken a personal interest in the elf, it was a moment of considerable bewilderment.
"Don't tell me... you've never had salad with dressing on it before?"
"Sal... dressing."
Heira mouthed the words as if hearing them for the first time, then returned her gaze to the salad.
Serika seemed thoroughly perplexed, but Yumir reacted as though it made a certain amount of sense.
'Well, she is an elf. That's entirely possible.'
What were elves, after all?
A race that lived for over a thousand years in the Great Forest.
Over that immense span of time, they came to revere things in their natural state. As a result, they had no real culinary culture. Concepts like spices or seasonings would naturally be foreign to them.
On top of that, aside from the salad, most of the food on the table was based on meat or fish. If Heira was wary of dressing alone, there wouldn't be much here she could comfortably eat.
One could also interpret that to mean Dave had brought this girl here without knowing she was an elf, but...
"Try eating it together with the meat. You'll feel the grease just melt away."
"Okay, I'll try it."
Yumir flinched and hunched her shoulders. When she looked over, she saw Heira following Serika's advice, eating the salad together with some meat.
"Isn't it good?"
"...Yes, it's good."
What's more, she heaped praise on the taste.
From Yumir's perspective, having encountered several elves at the Magic Tower, the sight was rather bewildering.
'An elf, eating meat?'
Of course, biologically speaking, elves were not entirely incapable of eating meat. The reason they abstained ultimately boiled down to something closer to a religious principle.
Setting aside that principle and consuming meat was a trait rarely seen among elves, whose society was fundamentally communal.
'Is she a wanderer who's left her community?'
Come to think of it, Heira had said she came from the mountains, not a forest. If those words weren't simply a cover to hide her identity, then it suggested the girl's origins lay far removed from the Great Forest.
It was only a guess, but the possibility seemed high. That this girl, unlike a typical elf, had been born under a peculiar and ill-fated star.
"Hehe, the way she munches and chews is so cute~"
Though it didn't seem like that childish idiot of a hero had noticed any of this.
'Look at her practically drooling. She's got more of an appetite for the girl than the meat.'
Yumir wondered if Serika might cause some kind of trouble at this rate, but she wasn't her mother. There was no point in meddling in every little thing, was there?
She decided to ignore it and resumed her meal. Then Heira, who had been slowly eating, fixed her gaze on a lump sitting at one corner of the table.
"Cheese?"
"Ah, do you like cheese?"
"Yes, we ate it often in the mountains. Made from animal milk..."
"Cough!"
Yumir's body spasmed mid-meal. Serika, failing to notice, kept her attention fixed on her conversation with Heira.
"Do you like milk, Heira?"
"When I lived in the mountains, we sometimes made and ate it. Especially using animal milk..."
"Ahem, hmm!"
Feeling a tightness in her chest, Yumir hurriedly rose from her seat. Only then did Serika turn toward her, tilting her head.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm finished eating, so I'll be going."
"Huh? Already?"
The plate that had been set out for Yumir was, indeed, already empty.
She had eaten at twice her normal speed, so the discomfort in her stomach was one thing—but Yumir had something far more pressing to worry about right now.
"I've had plenty, so don't mind me. I'm going to sleep. Don't come into my room or anything."
"Ah, okay. Good night."
Somewhat bewildered, Serika saw Yumir off. It struck her as odd that Yumir was heading to bed while Dave was still out, but given her personality, she didn't find it particularly strange.
Yes. Surely no one could possibly imagine what Serika herself was about to do from here on.
'Dammit, ever since earlier, my body's been aching so badly I can't hold out any longer...'
It hadn't been malicious, but the stimulation to her breasts had intensified nonetheless.
The moment the desire she'd been suppressing broke free under the lingering aftereffects, Yumir clutched her trembling body, entered her room, and locked the door behind her.
None of the three people staying in that mansion could have dreamed that what would follow was a night-long, solitary, sticky session of self-comfort.