Morning at the Mansion
She lasts so much longer than I do… Is it because her stamina is better?
They're from the same world, so they probably understand each other better, too… She can take Master's desires longer than I can…
What if Master ends up only wanting Hana?
No. Master would never do that… Ha, but… if he really…
Sh-should I go over right now? But Master said to sleep alone tonight…
Ah—he never said anything about not doing it in the morning. So once the sun comes up…
Listening to those sweet, sticky moans late into the night while chewing on her fingers, Selena burst out of her room the moment dawn broke and slipped into the room next door.
Lying on her side with her chin propped in one hand, Hana had been watching Mir sleep—his breathing slow and even—when her gaze landed on Selena.
"What are you doing up so early?"
Selena stepped into the room and, without answering Hana's question—whose eyes still held faint traces of tears and who looked a touch more haggard than the day before—walked straight toward the deeply sleeping Mir.
Having traveled countless worlds as a hero, Hana immediately saw through the wariness in Selena's approach.
Jealousy, huh…
Remembering the female party members who used to circle and bare their claws over a male hero—or a male party member—Hana smiled inwardly and simply watched.
Glancing sideways at Hana, Selena crawled between Mir's legs and stretched out her tongue toward his cock, still thick with the lewd scent of the night before, ready to perform the morning blowjob she had given him every single day since becoming his slave.
Slurp.
The taste was unmistakably different from the nights she had spent with him. Knowing exactly whose fault that was, Selena frowned and began licking him thoroughly, determined not to leave a single trace of Hana behind.
Hana's eyes went wide as she watched Selena silently approach Mir and wrap her tongue around his cock without a word of warning. Then she realized what she was looking at—the very "morning blowjob" that a certain oversexed Saint used to brag about in his endless stream of dirty talk.
He kept saying it was every man's fantasy… Guess he wasn't wrong.
She swallowed a small sound of amazement, remembering how that Saint had once claimed he'd support her even harder if she woke him with a blowjob every morning—right before she smacked him upside the head. All the while, Selena's tongue never stopped moving.
Slurp. Lick… suck… lick…
Still… she's really going at it like it's delicious… Does that actually taste good? I mean, come on… that's where pee comes out…
Watching Selena frantically lick the very organ that had torn through her own insides countless times the night before and poured out load after load of semen—the same organ that excreted the body's waste—Hana's curiosity grew until she started to sit up, intending to ask directly.
"?!"
The moment Selena noticed, her eyes flew wide and she swiftly swallowed the head whole.
Seeing Selena stuffing Mir's cock into her mouth while staring at her with pure suspicion, Hana realized the girl had completely misunderstood and waved her hands.
"No, no. I'm not trying to take it or anything…"
Suck… slurp… suck… slurp…
The wet, sticky friction sounds drilled into my ears. Soft pleasure rose from my cock, and when I opened my eyes, there was Selena giving me a morning blowjob—and Hana, watching Selena's every movement with intense focus, all the way down to the way she used her chest.
"?"
Selena doing this every morning was expected—we'd agreed on it. But what the hell was she doing?
I tilted my head at the bizarre scene for a second, but the climax surging up fast drove every question out of my mind.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurtt!
It came without warning, but Selena had already felt the signs. She caught every drop of the semen flooding into her mouth without spilling a single one.
When the long orgasm finally ended, Selena's cheeks were puffed out round. She slowly lifted her head with her lips pursed tight.
Her lips slid up along my cock until they reached the head—then stopped. She sucked hard on the urethra.
Suuuck!
Ooooh!
I don't think I'll ever get used to that sensation—like she was sucking out not just the semen but my soul itself. While I was still marveling at it, Selena finished draining every last drop left in the urethra, pulled her lips off the head, and opened her mouth toward me.
I looked for a moment at the red flesh of her tongue stirring the pool of semen visible between her glistening, wet lips, then nodded. Selena carefully closed her mouth, lightly shut her eyes, and began to swallow.
Gulp… gulp…
She swallowed the semen slowly, as if savoring every mouthful, then opened her mouth again to prove nothing remained.
"Good girl. That felt great."
I gave her a light compliment for the clean finish, and Selena shot Hana a smug look.
Hana made a complicated face at that, then turned to me.
"So. What's on the schedule today?"
"Hmm… Finishing the job the Crown Prince gave us comes first, so we should start by taking custody of Count Hamel's daughter."
I answered while thinking of the task Aiden had demanded in exchange for solving the various headaches that came with being a "slave merchant." Hana tilted her head.
"His daughter? Out of nowhere? What about the treasure?"
Ah. Right—I'd called it a treasure back then.
I remembered the excuse I'd made to distract Hana when she'd wanted to charge in and conquer the whole territory on the spot, and opened my mouth.
"It's a metaphor. A metaphor. To every father, his daughter is a treasure. You know—the whole 'pearl in the palm' thing."
"Is that so? In most of the worlds I went to, a daughter with no real abilities was just a convenient tool to sell off… Well, every world is different. So we escort this daughter to the Crown Prince?"
"That's right."
"Got it. Then go bring her. I'm going to rest for a bit."
"Huh? You're going to rest?"
I asked in surprise as Hana flopped onto the bed the moment she finished speaking. A languid voice came back.
"Haaah… Someone with a weak lower body kept me up all night. I'm exhausted."
"Wh-who has a weak lower body?!"
My male pride thoroughly scraped, I shouted—and Hana pulled the blanket over herself as she answered.
"There is one. The guy who put in all that effort alone and then collapsed in a heap. Haaah…"
That cheap shot of an undeniable fact…
Grumbling inwardly at Hana for fighting dirty with nothing but the truth instead of fair and square propaganda and fabrication, I finished getting ready and left the room with Selena.
"A man named Aiden said he has something to collect from Count Hamel, and we've been commissioned to retrieve it and bring it to Stonckul… Do you know anything about that, my lord?"
In the Count's chambers, seated around a small table over breakfast, I asked the question casually. Count Hamel's face twisted into an expression that could make even a ghost weep.
"So… that little bastard told you to bring him my daughter. Is that what you're saying?"
"I… don't know whether it was specifically your daughter we were meant to escort… The commission I received only said there was something to collect…"
I shrank under his blazing glare as I answered. Count Hamel ground his teeth.
"Grrh… That damned bastard is finally coming for Cassandra… Why him of all people… Why does my daughter have to go to trash like that…"
He drummed his fingers on the table, muttering for a long while, then let out a deep sigh.
"Haa… Very well… I'll give you my daughter… Cassandra… In my heart I want to bury the whole matter and claim no one ever came looking, but I can't do that to the people who saved Hamel from Raven's clutches…"
Count Hamel's shoulders sagged. He looked as if he had aged several years in an instant.
Having your daughter taken by a scumbag… yeah, that would do it…
I was watching the father forced to surrender his child under the weight of power and authority with pitying eyes when a desperate voice reached me.
"But until I've recovered a little more… until I can share just one evening meal with my daughter… could you wait that long…?"
Aiden had never set a deadline for bringing her.
Remembering there was no time limit, I nodded—and the rigid tension in Count Hamel's face eased just a fraction.
"Thank you. Truly, thank you. For as long as you stay, every convenience will be yours. Is there anything you need?"
Anything I needed… well…
"While Your Lordship spends time with your daughter, I'd like to look around Hamel—the kingdom's greatest port city. But Raven took everything we had, so… if you could spare us a little spending money, I'd be grateful."
I named the thing a penniless man needed most right now, and the Count nodded firmly.
"Of course. Of course I'll support you. I'll provide without limit so you can see everything to your heart's content. Stay as long as you like and take it all in. It may sound like self-praise, but this city our house has built has far more to enjoy than you'd expect."
I could hear the desire to keep us in Hamel as long as possible—and to keep his daughter with him as long as possible—in every word. I nodded and answered.
"Thank you, my lord. Then we'll gratefully accept your hospitality and enjoy Hamel at our leisure."
"Haha. Good. I'll see to it you can enjoy everything Hamel has to offer, so take your time. Especially the delicacies made from fresh seafood you rarely see inland—you must try those. Ah, and the fast ships crewed by veteran sailors…"
Count Hamel's promotional pitch continued long after breakfast was finished.