Chapter 137. Hot Springs During Camping
Lucian's premonition wasn't wrong.
The two women clashed at every turn throughout the journey. From childish arguments about whether magic or swordsmanship was superior to deciding rest times, they bickered incessantly.
Their pettiness reached its peak on the first night at the campsite.
During a simple dinner by the campfire, where dried travel rations were supplemented with pheasants caught by the soldiers—
There were only two plump, golden-brown roasted pheasant legs. One was placed on the plate of Lucian, the temporary leader of the group, while the other remained on the serving tray.
Swish.
The moment Violetta's fork moved toward the remaining pheasant leg—
Clang!
Rimeier's fork sharply knocked hers away.
"What the hell, Knight Commander?"
"I claimed it first. You can have the dry breast meat behind it, Mage. It should suit you well, given your own ample chest."
"Excuse me? Don't make me laugh. Since I lit the fire with magic, the tastiest leg is rightfully mine."
"The hunt was done by us knights."
The two engaged in a fierce fork duel over a single pheasant leg, sparks practically flying between them.
Lucian stared blankly at the spectacle.
Violetta was free-spirited and honest about her desires, so her behavior wasn't surprising—
But he never imagined Rimeier would act like this.
The Ice Witch. The Frozen Executioner. A merciless stickler for principles.
That flawless, rigid woman was now pouting her lips and fighting over a roasted pheasant leg with a fork.
'...'
Lucian rested his chin on his hand, watching Rimeier's flushed cheeks and stubborn glare.
A side of her he had never seen before—human and childish.
In all the battlefields they had fought through together, drenched in blood, he had never glimpsed this side of her.
'Cute.'
A soft smile tugged at Lucian's lips.
The fact that this woman, who always seemed sharp enough to cut through steel, had such an immature side tickled his heart in an unexpected way.
That first night of camping, the walls of wariness between them began to crumble, and something beyond camaraderie—something tender—quietly took root in a corner of his heart.
The next evening.
After a grueling journey, the group set up camp in a wide clearing deep in the Central Forest.
This was a mystical place unseen in Eckhart Territory—a natural hot spring where warm, mana-infused water bubbled up from the earth, forming an open-air bath.
"Oh my! What's this? A hot spring!"
Violetta, who had been grumbling about the dust, was the first to cheer.
She dropped her luggage and immediately dashed toward the spring, looking ready to strip on the spot. The others chuckled and began preparing to unwind.
As night deepened, Lucian's private tent was filled with an odd tension.
The curse of excess mana didn't care whether they were camping or not. His massive cock, straining against his pants, pulsed with veins, demanding relief.
Once again, Kara was summoned to his tent to ease his suffering.
She knelt familiarly and took his thick shaft into her mouth.
Slurp, suck, pop.
Her tongue work had grown far smoother and more skilled since their first time in the carriage. The way she enveloped his glans and teased his urethra was masterful.
But strangely, today, release wouldn't come easily.
"Haa... Kara, I'm sorry. Today, it's just not..."
Had his body grown resistant to her lips? Or had the mana overload worsened? Despite Kara's devoted efforts—her jaw surely aching by now—Lucian couldn't reach climax.
"My lord..."
Kara pulled away, her damp eyes looking up at him. Saliva glistened at the corners of her lips as she hesitated, biting her lower lip before speaking carefully.
"My lord, it seems my mouth isn't enough. If you truly need it..."
Her hand moved to the ties of her tunic.
If her mouth couldn't satisfy him, she would offer her body instead—an unspoken devotion.
"No. Stop."
Lucian firmly caught her wrist.
He knew Kara's toned, slender figure was alluring, that she radiated feminine charm. But she wasn't a maid or concubine for his nightly needs. She was a vital military asset of the Eckhart Family, a warrior of pride, his direct subordinate.
He couldn't trample on that pride just to sate his own lust.
Of course, when he first asked for her mouth, he had considered it. But after witnessing her martial prowess and unyielding resolve, that thought vanished. This was the final line he, as her lord, would not cross.
"Let's stop here. I'll handle it myself."
Lucian clenched his eyes shut.
He recalled the feverish lovemaking with his wife, Rachel, after her return from her family home. The memory of her tight, scorching walls clamping around him, her desperate moans ringing in his ears—
Imagining his blushing bride, he thrust his hips fiercely, and at last, the dam burst.
"Guh—!"
Splurt! Gulp!
"Ngh...!"
His hot cum flooded Kara's throat. Though she winced slightly, she swallowed every drop without wasting a single one.
As he caught his breath, guilt and remorse weighed on Lucian watching her wipe her lips.
'This is too much to keep asking of Kara. Next time, I should bring a woman who can fully satisfy me... just in case.'
He steeled himself, tucking his still-throbbing cock back into his pants—unsatisfied even after one release.
To wash away the discomfort and fatigue, he sent Kara away, grabbed a towel, and headed for the hot spring.
The spring was shrouded in thick mist where the night air met the steaming water.
Lucian stripped and slowly submerged himself in the warmth.
"Haa... Feels like heaven."
He closed his eyes, letting the heat melt his muscle fatigue—
When, through the haze, he spotted the silhouette of a woman leaning against the rocks.
'Hoh? Violetta?'
The archmage, who had rushed to the spring first, seemed to still be enjoying a solitary soak.
Perhaps the soothing waters had lightened his mood, because a mischievous impulse took hold.
Silently parting the water, he crept toward her like a stalking predator.
And when he was right behind her, he threw his arms up and shouted—
"Boo!"
But the one who froze in shock wasn't her—it was Lucian.
"Ghk!"
The woman who turned around wasn't Violetta.
Staring at him with wide eyes was none other than the Royal Knight Commander, Rimeier.
Her platinum hair was tied up, revealing a face flushed red with heat—pale and translucent under the steam.
Her body, usually hidden beneath thick armor, was a marvel. Droplets clung to her delicate collarbones and neck, where faint blue veins peeked through her flawless skin.
Her breasts, half-submerged, were perfectly shaped—full yet perky, their rosy nipples stiffened by the heat.
Though he had touched her once before in an unavoidable situation, this was the first time he had seen her completely bare.
Lucian was speechless, watching her snow-white skin flush crimson.
In truth, Rimeier had sensed his approach from the moment he entered.
Assuming the footsteps belonged to Violetta or Kara, she had kept her eyes closed—until she realized the silhouette nearing her was unmistakably male.
'Eek!'
She nearly leapt out of the water in panic. But the thought of standing up naked—exposing everything to him—made her face burn even hotter. Instead, she curled up, submerging herself up to her chin like a wary cat, only her eyes visible above the surface.
"R-Rimeier... It's you?"
While Lucian stammered awkwardly—
Rimeier's gaze wasn't on his face.
It was locked onto it
—the thing floating right before her eyes on the water's surface.
"....!!"
Lucian's cock, still raging even after unloading into Kara's mouth.
Swollen to the point of bursting in the hot spring, its veins pulsed grotesquely, twitching right in front of Rimeier's nose.
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