95. Myra and the Star-Studded City (Myra⭐︎)
Mash and I were in a noble's mansion.
After that, no one else fell into the river, and we made it to the inner room. We destroyed the Crystal Core.
The wrecked ship remained as it was, but the dungeon walls surrounding the monsters and the ship vanished, allowing us to return safely to the shore.
Ensha turned out to be a genuine nobleman's daughter—a real tomboy who snuck out of the mansion to adventure with slum kids. But she wasn't completely unsupervised; Yuris and his father Sheil were her chaperones. Kirimu was the local bully-type kid from the streets.
Having rescued them, we received a hero's welcome from Ensha's father, complete with a lavish feast.
We tried to head home afterward, but they insisted we stay, so we ended up overnighting in the mansion. A messenger from Ensha's house should have notified Fam and the others by now.
We were currently in a separate guest building on the same grounds as the noble's mansion.
It stood atop a small hill. Mash and I stood on the balcony, gazing at the city nightlife.
It wasn't a city like in our old world—no electricity or streetlights. The world was dim, but the lights leaking from homes carried the breath of life. Knowing Fam, Mizuki, Cecily, and Ira were out there among those lights soothed my heart.
Across the river, amid the feeble nightscape, one spot shone brilliantly. Probably a night market.
On the dark river surface, several small boats floated—likely fishermen—with bonfires illuminating the water. What kind of fish were they after, I wondered?
Myra leaned against the balcony railing, taking in the view.
"You drank quite a bit, but you okay?"
She'd accepted every offer without refusal, downing it like water. Her cheeks seemed a little flushed, but that was the only sign.
"Yes, I've been holding back lately, so I'm fine..."
"...Yeah."
I couldn't tell if she was serious or joking, so I just nodded.
"It's strange, standing here alone with you, gazing at the nightscape."
"Never thought we'd end up like this when we met."
I recalled the day we'd rushed to the church for Fam's treatment. Ever since, she'd extended her hand to me. It must have been her charitable spirit. But what I'd felt for her was something special.
"Yes," Myra nodded. "And what a beautiful nightscape it is."
"Yeah. Reminds me of this place back home called Kikuseidai."
"Kikuseidai... a place where you can scoop up the stars?"
She stretched her hand toward the starry sky. Fewer stars were visible than when camping—thanks to the city lights and crescent moon—but it was still a stunning galaxy.
"The city lights were too bright there; you couldn't see many stars."
"So you compared the city lights to stars."
Myra lowered her gaze to the city glow. A night breeze stroked her hair.
She straightened up, stepping away from the railing.
"Mash..."
She threw her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her back, pulling her close.
Her black eyes, reflecting the city lights, trembled faintly.
"You shaking?"
"N-No, it's just the night breeze."
"Wanna head inside, then?"
"I-Inside?"
"You against it?"
"...If we go in, you'll see everything about me."
After insisting we were lovers, was she getting cold feet? I pulled out my smartphone and showed her a photo from when I'd summoned Rakushel in Niren. It was me pressing against Myra's privates.
"Is that... Ira? Why show me this now...? Wait, hyowah!"
Myra realized it was her.
"See? I already know quite a bit about you, Myra."
"D-Did you... finish by yourself?"
"With both of us. You were like, 'Ufun...'"
"That's awful! I'd been looking forward to that day so much, and you went ahead without me!"
Come to think of it, Fam had gotten mad about being attacked in her sleep too.
"Hmph! Even in this situation, you look so happy. You're thinking about someone else!"
"N-No! And I didn't go all the way. Tomorrow, you'll be walking bow-legged from the soreness."
"...So you showed me that photo to ease my nerves? But you ruined it. You reset all the mood we'd built up tonight."
Myra pouted sulkily.
"No, it was a hell of a day. We clashed on strategy before the dungeon, you got dragged into lewd stuff, and you were seriously pissed at the end."
She must've been frustrated with my pessimism. Fighting monsters with strip rock-paper-scissors, jealous over Ensha clinging to me—it was obvious.
"As long as I can look at you and you at me, it's fine. Even if we're not getting along or we're butting heads, as long as we're together. With you..."
Myra trailed off, hugging me tighter.
"This is good enough. I like the usual Myra."
"Jeez!"
With that, Myra closed her eyes. We kissed.
We returned to the room.
Candlelight and the fireplace flames softly enveloped the space. Landscape paintings adorned the walls, and the furniture bore intricate carvings. Crimson velvet draped the elegant curves of chairs and bed. A fragrance wafted, and a plush carpet cushioned our feet.
It felt more luxurious than the room we'd been given in that mountain castle.
I pushed Myra onto the bed mid-kiss.
Velvet's smooth glide and fluffy softness enveloped us.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Myra's eyes widened in surprise, but she tentatively entwined hers with mine. We clung tightly, then parted. Saliva trailed between us.
"Your first time?"
"O-Of course!"
"Never fallen for any guys before?"
I started undressing her. Removing her clerical robes revealed the petticoat from earlier. The thin fabric was sheer, exposing her white skin and black lingerie. She shyly tried to cover up.
"I was interested in romance. But I thought it'd never happen to me."
"Guys must've hit on you, though."
"Some did, but the persistent ones... Aidan handled them."
Makes sense. Those tits had that dwarf's protection. I cupped her breast. It sank endlessly into softness.
"Nn..."
Myra let out a sweet sigh.
"Y'know, Ira once mistook me for her and nearly jumped me."
She said it like she was distracting herself.
"Nearly?"
"Yes. Her lover thought I was Ira."
"...How do you even mix you two up?"
Come to think of it, Ira had said something similar. I checked her breast's feel. Totally different.
"Only you and Cecily don't."
"Really? Fam or Mizuki would?"
"Now that you mention it, Fam wouldn't either."
She answered.
"I chased him off, but after that, Ira started deliberately 'mistaking' guys she was done with and sending them my way."
"..."
Ira had stolen Cecily's crushes to kill her interest, then dumped them on Myra once Cecily lost hers. Guys who couldn't tell them apart weren't boyfriend material. What a wild woman.
But that was so her—it made me chuckle.
"Hmph. Not funny. It was a hassle for me."
"Maybe I got sent your way too?"
"No. I chose you. Thinking of you warms my heart. Wanting you makes me strong. It's not faith. Probably the same bland feeling as anyone else's. But I like it that way."
Myra sought my lips. A light touch, then apart.
"That's my love. I love you."
Her sweet whisper rippled through me like waves.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I stood Myra by the bed and stripped off her petticoat.
White skin. Ample breasts, cinched waist. Beautiful curves flowing to her hips.
I removed her black bra. Her large breasts topped with perky nipples. I reached for them.
"I'm the only one embarrassed. You too, Mash—undress."
She tugged at my clothes. Impatient, I stripped myself.
Myra gasped. Her eyes locked on my naked groin, already throbbing erect.
"It looks so hard. Do men get wet too?"
Her hand reached out. Long fingers touched the tip, scooping clear fluid. A string connected my tip to her fingertip. She tasted it.
"I heard it tastes weird, but... I don't get it."
She looked at me.
"Myra. Take off your panties."
"M-Myself?"
Her face flushed crimson. She fidgeted, sliding the fabric down her long legs, stepping out one foot at a time.
Her ass was plump, thighs thickish. She swung a mace in battle, yet they looked soft like her breasts—no muscle tone.
I eyed her crotch. Black bush. The firelight made it glisten wetly.
As I reached, she grabbed my hand.
"Not fair. You touched mine."
"A man's is different from a woman's value."
"You're wet—that's embarrassing you. Let me touch."
Myra gave up resisting. I reached her secret folds. Soaking wet, beyond imagination.
"Because... we kissed."
She mumbled excuses.
"Nah. During strip rock-paper-scissors... no, before the boat."
"H-How'd you know?"
"...Just a guess."
She looked stunned, nearly collapsing. I caught her hurriedly.
"I fell right into your trap and got found out... I'm dying of shame."
"Gonna get way more embarrassing from here."
"R-Right."
I withdrew my fingers from her folds and licked them in front of her.
"Hyowah! What are you licking!"
She yelled, so I shoved those fingers into her mouth.
"Fwah, fuu..."
I let her suck my fingers as she made inarticulate noises. After a bit, I slowly pulled them out.
"So that's what I taste like. Weird."
"Never touched yourself?"
"I-I don't touch!"
"Really?"
I gave her a skeptical look.
"Mean, mean, mean... You've been mean since earlier. Be gentle!"
"Nope. Answer properly, or no gentleness."
We stared. Myra averted her eyes first, surrendering.
"...I've seen Ira do it. I tried imitating her once, but it felt so sinful I got scared and stopped. Haven't since."
Hear that, Mizuki? Some girls have hearts this pure.
Still, Ira's presence was something else.
"What about you, Mash?"
"Back home, pretty much every day."
"Um... after, uh, ejaculating... did you drink it yourself?"
Myra said something outrageous; I shook my head frantically.
"N-No, never drink my own. Wipe it on tissue and done."
"I-I'd drink yours, Mash."
We kissed.
We tumbled onto the bed.
I loomed over Myra.
Observing her body anew. Her black hair made her skin seem even whiter. Similar to Ira, but Myra's breasts, ass, and thighs were larger. Yet her waist was narrower. Ira was warm and cuddly; Myra's tits and ass just felt good. Myra's bush seemed denser. They looked alike but weren't twins—same age, though, believable.
"Beautiful body."
I roamed my hands over her.
"Nnn."
Myra moaned.
I grabbed her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage.
"Mash..."
She stroked my head.
I toyed with her nipple, kneading with fingers before sucking.
"Nnn, aaah."
Myra panted.
"Myra, it's like a dream. Never thought I'd get to do this with you."
"Mash, me too. My head feels weird."
I spread her legs. Slight resistance, but she parted them timidly.
Hand to her folds—drenched, no prep needed.
For fun, I found her clit and pinched.
"Hau!"
Her body arched. I assaulted her nipple-tip with my tongue while teasing her clit.
Once it swelled, I sat up, spreading her wide for a look.
"Chyowah! No one's ever seen—no, d-don't look!"
She reached to cover; I pinned her hands. Her gaping slit glistened with juices, twitching. Dripping nectar wet her asshole too. A bit redder than expected.
"Give up."
I snapped a photo with my smartphone.
"Tomorrow in Levante, we'll have a judging contest."
"L-Liar! Stop for real! No more meanness!"
Myra was so desperate, I pitied her.
"Kidding. But Myra, you're gorgeous."
"Not happy even if you compliment me."
Resistance gone, I attacked her folds with fingers and tongue.
"Aa, an, an... Mash... Mash."
She writhed to escape pleasure. I held her thighs, unrelenting.
"Mash, too intense... Please, break—just once, an!"
Her body bucked. Hands pushed my head away.
No stopping. I sucked her swollen, engorged clit, rolling it with my tongue.
"An... Mash, going crazy. I'm going craaaazy!"
Her body quivered. Her entrance spasmed open and shut.
I withdrew my fingers, lifting my face. Myra lay limp.
Flushed, shallow breaths. Tears in her eyes.
"Mash... I said stop..."
"No one stops in a spot like this."
"Cruel..."
"Couldn't resist seeing you like this."
I spread her legs, pressing my still rock-hard cock to her entrance.
"Mash, any more and I won't be me anymore..."
"Want me to stop?"
Myra shook her head, arms around my neck.
She leaned for a kiss; I met her. Tongues danced. We devoured saliva indistinguishably.
"I love you. I want to be one with you."
"Me too. One with you, Myra."
Embraced, I sank into her entrance. The head slipped in, then resistance.
"Nnn...!"
She winced.
"Going in?"
"...Yes."
With her okay, I thrust deep.
Soft, moist tightness gripped me fiercely.
"Auu!" Myra arched. "I-It hurts..."
To distract from the pain, I roamed her body.
Tongue from her erect nipple, down sternum, neck, to jawline kiss.
Licked tears from her cheek.
"I-I'm making a weird face, aren't I?"
"Myra, you're beautiful."
Her hand entwined mine; I gripped tight.
"Mash... kiss me."
I sucked her lips hard.
Her grip loosened. I pulled back to the brink, then slammed deep.
A wet pechin echoed.
"Hyowah! W-Wait a sec."
Myra took 2-3 deep breaths.
"G-Go ahead."
She said. I started slow thrusts.
"U... auun, un..."
She moaned in time with me.
Face twisted in pain. But I kept pistoning to her depths.
Myra synced with my rhythm, gradually rocking herself. Occasionally twisting hips to find her spots.
"An, an, an..."
Pain vanished from her moans, turning sultry and needy.
I lost myself in the motion.
"Mash..."
Myra murmured.
"What?"
"Can I... try moving?"
"You haven't noticed? You've been shaking your hips awhile now."
"N-No, not that..."
She bashfully lowered her eyes.
I sat on the bed.
Myra straddled me. She gently grasped my cock, guiding it in, mounting. Normal position.
"Blood on it... I really became yours, huh..."
She stared at her palm.
Her huge tits loomed. I hugged her, face in cleavage.
Myra cradled my head, bobbing up and down.
"An, an..."
Breasts jiggled to her rhythm. Softness threatened to smother me.
I thrust up in sync.
"Mash, feels good. You...? An... how's it for you?"
"Yeah, been holding back ejaculation since earlier."
"An, no fair. You forced me earlier. This time together, auun."
Her bounces quickened, urging me.
I matched, thrusting up.
"Mash, I, me..."
"Myra, cumming deep inside."
"An, Mash, together, togeth—!"
Her body jerked. I held her, burying to the hilt.
I came.
"Auuuuuuu!"
My cock pulsed wildly, flooding her depths.
Myra trembled lightly, accepting it.
Skin to skin, we collapsed onto the bed.
Her warmth seeped in. Pleasant fatigue wrapped me.
"Mash... it's still inside, feels like it's moving..."
Myra gazed at me. Her eyes misty, faintly glowing.
A light kiss.
We drifted to sleep.
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