The Incubus Who Visited the Church #1
The Incubus Who Visited the Church #1
It was just a simple fatigue-induced fever?
Then what the hell was all that fuss I made about some deadly disease or whatever?
I stared at the examination room where Rebecca had been taken, cold sweat prickling my skin.
"If it was just exhaustion, why the fuck were you acting like you were dying?"
A flustered mutter slipped out before I could stop it.
But then again, I'd been through plenty of bouts of exhaustion myself while working as an adventurer. The first time I was laid low like that was, just like Rebecca, after finishing a caravan escort quest. Back then, I spent a whole week holed up in an inn, completely useless. If the innkeeper I'd gotten to know hadn't brought me meals and drinks, I might genuinely have died.
At that moment, the elderly healer who had been staring at me blankly spoke up.
"Shouldn't you be heading inside? Your lover will be waiting."
"My lover? Who's that?"
"Hm? Are you not courting that red-haired young lady? I could have sworn you were the one causing a ruckus carrying her in when you arrived at the clinic."
"She's not my lover, she's a party member. We do adventurer work together. As you can see, I'm an Incubus, so there aren't many people willing to party up with me. That red-haired girl getting hurt is a serious matter."
"Is that so...? Not lovers? The red-haired lady seems to think a little differently, though."
"Huh? Thinks differently how?"
The elderly healer paused for a moment before speaking.
"...I'll keep that secret for the young lady's sake. A patient's private life should be protected, it's the rule."
This old raccoon-faced bastard.
Getting my hopes up for nothing, goddamn.
What exactly does she think differently about?
"Go on in now. It's rude to keep a party member waiting. I dabbled in adventuring myself back in my youth, so I understand. Hoho."
The elderly healer let out a hearty chuckle and pushed me toward the clinic room.
I had no choice but to go into the examination room and meet Rebecca.
Rebecca was lying on the bed in the treatment room.
The moment my eyes met hers.
"Heheht."
Suddenly, a laugh burst from Rebecca's lips.
Rebecca covered her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing.
"What's 'heheht' supposed to mean?"
"A deadly disease! I have a deadly disease, you said? Hahahah-!"
She must have overheard my rambling in the hallway.
The moment she saw me, Rebecca's body trembled with laughter.
Watching Rebecca treat me, the guy who was worried sick, like a comedy show, I felt deep fucking irritation.
Alright, laugh it up. You cheeky little newbie bitch.
"Rebecca, you'll hurt yourself carrying on like that."
"Oh, you're going to hit me? Hit a dying patient? Pffthahahaha...! Why would I hurt myself... Hic!"
Rebecca laughed until she was practically convulsing, and then she paid the price. Her body heaved violently, and a muscle spasm seized her. As if struck by a world of pain, Rebecca shuddered faintly where she lay on the bed.
I didn't say it out loud, but watching that, I couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction.
This was karmic retribution, poetic justice, what goes around comes around—.
Those who sin are punished, sooner or later.
"Shiiiit...."
Small tears glistened at the corners of Rebecca's eyes as she stared up at the ceiling.
It wasn't from laughing at me; it looked like she was just crying from the pain.
Her forehead had felt warm when I checked earlier.
Losing my temper too much with a sick person wouldn't be right either, I guess.
I decided to let Rebecca off, just this once.
In return, she'd better be ready once her body recovers.
I'll repay her with some intense mana charging.
"Luke, we should head back to the inn, right?"
"Yeah."
"This clinic is a total money-grubber. They want 40 copper just to stay the night. That's four nights' rent at an inn...."
As always, the Yoen-su Clinic remained a complete fucking ripoff.
Just getting a simple examination squeezed 10 copper out of you, and if you wanted to stay overnight in a sickroom, they'd bleed you for another 40. Staying a few days there would wreck anyone's finances. I was freshly reminded of how great the health insurance system back in Korea was.
"I miss my hometown."
"Why?"
"Fixing people up costs way less there. Back home, nobody goes broke over minor illnesses."
"You mean the Dream Demon Clan's homeland...? That's impressive."
I meant my hometown from when I was human, but it didn't really matter if she didn't catch on. It wasn't like anyone would believe me if I announced I was a man living his second life in this otherworld.
I smoothly changed the subject.
"Anyway, let's head back to the inn. Stay here any longer and they'll be hounding us for more money. The healers here are the kind of money-grubbing parasites who'd do just that."
"But I can't move my body."
"I'll lend you my back, special for today. Get on like you did before."
I knelt down in front of the bed and offered my back to Rebecca. Truth be told, I'd already given her a piggyback ride midway through walking to the clinic. Hauling a whole person around was certainly no easy task, but the dense musculature of a Gold-Tanned made the impossible possible.
At first, Rebecca hated the idea of climbing onto my back, but once she was on, she actually seemed to enjoy it. A Gold-Tanned's broad back definitely offers top-tier passenger comfort, after all.
And on top of that, it comes with handlebar horns to hold onto.
Strictly for today, these are absolutely not lewd handlebars.
"You'll carry me again? Really?"
"Because you're my party member. If we hadn't formed a fixed party, you'd get nothing. Count yourself lucky you met me."
"Now I feel incredibly guilty."
Contrary to her words, Rebecca scrambled onto my back in a flash. Immediately, she reached out and grabbed my horns. Ever since the piggyback ride earlier, Rebecca had been fiddling with my horns like they were some amazing curiosity, and the way her fingers slid up and down their length felt... a little complicated from my end. If the underwear I had on today wasn't so tight, my pants would've been bulging ages ago.
"Easy with the touching. Just grab them steady without tickling."
"S-sorry."
Rebecca did as she was told and gripped my horns tight.
It wasn't like horns had zero sensation, of course. At that moment, I felt my cock growing even harder. Mentally, I forced myself to think about some depressingly fucking sad things to tamp the erection down a bit. I began moving slowly with Rebecca on my back.
The distance from the clinic to the inn where Rebecca was staying was a fair distance away.
Roughly a 30-minute walk. With a person on my back, my pace inevitably slowed even further. Since there was no urgent rush, I moved along slowly, ferrying Rebecca.
Rebecca, still clinging to my back, spoke up hesitantly.
"...Am I heavy? Carrying me."
What's the right answer here?
Your weight is as light as a feather? Or I feel nothing at all?
But sadly, the weight of a twenty-year-old woman is never light.
Right now, I've got a load heavier than half a sack of rice strapped to my back.
I can't even joke and say she's light.
So I answered honestly.
"Yeah, heavy as fuck."
"You son of a bitch."
The moment she heard the answer, Rebecca hurled an insult.
I couldn't help but feel somewhat dumbfounded.
What the hell, you ask if you're heavy and then throw a fit like that?
Is this that classic female conversation tactic where they ask a question with the answer already decided in their head?
Of course, I'm not completely ignorant of women's language.
Back on Earth, I was the eldest of five siblings, and I had two younger sisters. The youngest of them all was a sister who'd deploy woman-speak at all hours without warning—it was a spectacle. She'd talk in vague half-statements and then, if you got it wrong, she'd curse me out calling me an oppa-bastard.
Of course, every single time, I gave that little sister a suplex to teach her a proper lesson.
"You don't want your skull plowing into the dirt, do you?"
"Wh-what?"
"If you don't want your noggin smashed, don't use such harsh words. I'll make you soft. Just so you know, by noggin, I mean your head."
"How can you say something so mean..."
"What you said was meaner. Remember very clearly who's in control of this body right now."
Mere words weren't effective enough, so I shook Rebecca's body threateningly. I bounced my waist like a carnival ride, making her jolt up and down. I thought a threat of that level would get through to her, but as expected, Rebecca wasn't that soft a personality.
She immediately launched a counterattack.
"You shit."
Right now, Rebecca's limbs were basically bound to me. Both thighs were wedged between my forearms, and her hands were gripping my horns to steady herself from the shaking. In that state, the actions she could take as a counterattack were severely limited. The only thing Rebecca could move was her head.
Maybe her judgment had been clouded by the surge of anger.
In that instant, Rebecca pulled a brazen move she'd normally never even dream of.
"Nn."
I flinched in shock at Rebecca's retaliation.
Because Rebecca had gently bitten my ear with her soft, plush lips.
She wasn't gnawing with her teeth—she'd pinched the shell of my ear between her lips.
Ears are a sensitive area to begin with, and bitten that way, it's impossible not to be stimulated.
I opened my mouth, my voice urgent.
"Hey! What are you biting my ear for? Are you some kind of animal?"
Rub, rub.
"You started it, joking around."
With a triumphant expression, Rebecca stimulated my ear with her lips. Then, as if intrigued by my intense reaction, she started licking my earlobe with her tongue.
The warmth of Rebecca's tongue teased my earlobe.
Like she was kissing someone, Rebecca worked her tongue fervently.
Lick, lick, slurp, slurrrp.
There was an unintended, oddly lewd undertone to it that left me flustered.
The Rebecca I'd dismissed as a clueless newbie this whole time had unexpectedly hit a critical weak point.
"Heh. Seems like your ears are weak."
Of course, Rebecca apparently thought this was just simple teasing. Seeing my body quiver faintly from the pleasure shooting through my ear, she wore a smug, self-satisfied smirk like she'd won a game.
A smile of pure, innocent victory.
Seeing that just sent more blood rushing south below my belt.
"How's that? I win, right? You cheeky incubus. Now apologize for calling me heavy already."
"Don't push your luck too far, Rebecca."
"What?"
"You threw the first punch, so don't regret it."
I loosened my arms wrapped around Rebecca's thighs just a little. I tilted my upper body forward, bracing her securely against my back, and lifted both my now-free hands to grab Rebecca's ass firmly.
"Eek."
My ten curved fingers dug in hard against Rebecca's ass. Alongside the uniquely rough texture of her leather pants, the pressure of the plush flesh pushed back against my fingers. Rebecca's backside had more spring to it than her tits. Ever since I saw that back view by the well, I'd been dying to squeeze a handful of this ass.
"Hey! Where are you touching?!"
"Your ass."
"Why- why are you touching there...!"
"You're the one who started messing around. You played with someone's ear and thought you'd get off scot-free? If you dish out a prank, you gotta be ready to take one just the same."
"Ugh-!"
Seeming to have no comeback, Rebecca clamped her mouth shut.
To be fair, biting and sucking on someone's ear was going a little far for a prank.
I took full advantage of Rebecca's silence and toyed with her ass with my fingers. I kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks like dough, and gave both cheeks a few light, brisk pats. As if I'd struck a sensitive spot, Rebecca let out a shrieking yelp.
"Hihk."
"Say sorry, quickly. Ask nicely and I'll let go."
"Li-like I'd ever apologize to you?"
"No."
Right answer.
Instead of apologizing, Rebecca parted her lips and started licking my ear again. The licking this time was even fiercer and more aggressive than before. Rebecca dragged her tongue up the curve of my ear, and nipped lightly at the lobe. Her eyes glittered with pure malice, but honestly, as the recipient of this prank, I just felt great. To the point I'd be happy if she pranked me like this once a day.
Chu, slurp, slurrrp.
"It- it tickles, right? Stop it now...."
"Gah, my ear, it's torture—."
I feigned suffering as I freely kneaded Rebecca's ass. The sensation of her butt flesh burying my fingers was positively fantastic. Like massaging rice cake with my fingertips, I savored the thick flesh, then spanked the cutely rounded cheeks a bit harder with my palm.
Smack!
"Hut! Haaht...! Huh-hnnn.... Ahhht......."
Normally, Rebecca would've kicked and thrashed rather than endure such indignity. But right now, she was down with exhaustion, completely drained of energy all over. The only act of rebellion Rebecca could muster at this moment was diligently licking my ear.
Hoooh—!
The instant Rebecca blew a puff of air into my ear, I probed deeper with two fingers. The moment I traced the mound near the crevice, a reaction from Rebecca came instantly.
"Hiiiikk."
"Maybe we should both stop now? We're both losing out here."
Really, the only one losing was Rebecca, but that wasn't something I could admit outright. I made sure to put on a pained expression at that moment, pretending I was losing out too.
"Shut up...."
But perhaps my move near the crevice had ignited her temper, because Rebecca absolutely did not stop licking my ear. I could feel an unbending will coming from her, a sheer determination to win this bout.
The sound of an ear being wetly suckled echoed luridly.
Listening to that sound, my nerves melted into a trance-like bliss.
In the end, Rebecca and I kept on mutually torturing each other the entire way back to the inn. Thank goodness it was late at night and practically no one was roaming the streets. Whenever by chance someone's presence was nearby, Rebecca and I immediately halted our actions and pretended nothing was happening.
A bizarre sense of thrill ran through me, making me sweat.
Thirty minutes later.
At last, I succeeded in delivering Rebecca to her inn.
Naturally, the contest remained unresolved. I was tempted to settle the score properly in her inn room, to determine who was truly superior, but regrettably, the chance never came.
"My body hurts more. I actually feel like I'm dying for real now.... Hnghaaaang."
"What?"
Because Rebecca's exhaustion fever had gotten much worse.