6. Return
6. Return
"... Shuri, Anne, Nell. Three children have awakened to mana. It couldn't have been that long of a time. As expected, Noah-nim is truly amazing."
A week was a somewhat short time to awaken to magic.
Even though it was just the most basic foundation of magic—mana manifestation—Priest Irene seemed overjoyed to the point of being emotionally overwhelmed.
"... The children realized it on their own."
I took a sip from my teacup.
It felt like I'd been drinking tea more often since coming to the church. It probably wasn't just my imagination. In reality, I'd been having tea quite frequently with Irene, Elize, and children like Shuri.
"Still, I didn't expect Nell to succeed too. That child was really frustrated just yesterday. Did she get a lot of help from Shuri? They've been sticking together all the time. Hehe."
"Those two are a pair, but the child named Anne definitely seems to have talent. I got the feeling she was the most 'mage-like' of the three."
"That child is a bit unique. She's an extremely curious child. Anyway, it's thanks to Noah-nim that the children found their talent. Because they awakened to mana... you could say more future possibilities have opened up for those children."
Irene praises me too much.
Frankly, my conscience feels a bit pricked, so to speak. All I did was expose the children to mana and let them realize it on their own... you could call it a hands-off education method.
I can't really say I gave them any magical enlightenment.
After all, Dalgona No. 2 and No. 3 failed too.
"Ahem. It might take some time for the other children, but some might realize it later. Well, it doesn't seem like guild requests will increase immediately anyway, and I plan to stay here a bit longer."
"... You are a kind person."
Irene pulled out a heavy pouch from her sleeve. Like Marian, where do they all keep pouches in those thin clothes?
Jingle—
Just from the sound, I could instantly tell it contained money.
"... It's not that much money, but please accept it as the request fee."
But I pushed the pouch that had been slid toward me back toward Irene.
If I ignored my conscience, I could take this and shut my mouth, but the hole to siphon money from wasn't Irene, it was somewhere else.
I'll suck it dry from over there.
"It's fine. I've received quite a lot—a place to stay and food—so let's consider that the request fee."
"But that's shameless..."
"Didn't I say it's fine?"
Rather than using Irene's personal funds, emptying Valerius's wallet feels more comfortable, you could say.
"Anyway, just know that. I'll go wash up now."
"Ah. Can I come in with you like last time?"
"... The bathroom is small, so come in next time!"
Skin-ship with this one is dangerous.
I could only leave the room after firmly warning Irene. Showers are meant to be taken alone and comfortably. I should just soak in warm water and organize my thoughts.
Since the vacation is over.
Soon, to 'that place'...
"......"
"... Tch."
Before I could even recall it, I unexpectedly ran into Bishop Valerius.
Looking at the bishop standing there with his belly sticking out and his face gleaming with grease, I let out a low laugh.
"Bishop. Do you have plans today?"
"None of your business!"
He spat out rudely and tried to walk right past me. But I added a whisper-like comment to the bishop who was about to pass by me.
"... Hmm. Make sure to wash well. You smell like a widower."
Since we'll be mingling bodies soon,
I thought it was okay to say that much.
I know very well where this fat pig will be spending his time from tonight until dawn.
"Eeek! Get out of my church this instant!"
"Was it your church? I didn't know. Well then, I'll be off."
With my hands behind my back, I leisurely walked toward the bath, leaving the bishop's furious gaze behind.
===
"... Damn it."
A figure walking through a dark alley with a robe pulled down low. If it had been broad daylight, even with the robe pulled down, it would have been easy to tell who this was.
The belly bulging out from under the robe and the waddling gait were unmistakably the characteristics of Bishop Valerius.
"Those bitches. They think they're so great when they're just whores who can't move once a man's on top of them. Women should just lie under a man and cry..."
Vulgar curses leaked from the bishop's mouth like muttering.
If one couldn't see his appearance, who would think this person was the bishop of the Bellua church after hearing these words.
Valerius, in his heart, wanted to pin those 'two bitches' down on a bed and teach them a lesson in shame.
'... That bitch Irene is definitely a virgin. I want to see her cry like a little girl after tasting my cock. It's because she doesn't know men that she can act so arrogant. For having such a vulgar body...'
It was one of his few points of pride, so to speak.
He was confident about the size of his cock.
'And that elf bitch... as for her!'
The elf hag wasn't his type, but he thought that haughty expression would become more docile once she tasted his cock.
Of course, this was all in his imagination.
In his imagination, he'd fucked them dozens, even hundreds of times, but how could that actually happen?
Even Valerius acknowledged that Noah was a great mage,
and Irene was also a talented woman who had reached the position of senior priest at a young age because her talent was recognized.
For these complex reasons,
he couldn't kick Noah out of the church. As a bishop, he couldn't refuse that 'great' goodwill of teaching children either.
If he had enough power to ignore public sentiment, he would have bulldozed the orphanage long ago.
"... Sigh."
Hiding his frustrated feelings in a corner of his heart, the bishop stood before a small wooden door located deep in the alley.
Knock, knock—
The door opened.
A woman who always welcomed him.
Valerius's eyes scanned the woman with a gaze full of lust. Her face was so-so, but her curves were quite impressive. Just judging by appearance, Noah was several times more beautiful, but from Valerius's perspective, this one suited his taste more than the elf hag.
But... he had a different purpose today.
He pulled out a token from inside his sleeve and showed it.
Even without showing this, there was no way they wouldn't recognize Valerius, a regular and VIP of this brothel... but it seemed he secretly enjoyed the feeling when he took this out to show it.
Receptionist Jane checked the golden initial 'B' engraved on the token and bowed.
"Welcome. We've been expecting you."
With this, his identity was confirmed.
Today's reserved guest, B.
Valerius could feel blood gradually rushing to his lower body. The moment he could finally taste the supreme pussy he'd been waiting for so long.
Last time he visited, he caused a scene out of anger, but today, that wouldn't be necessary, it seemed.
And his gaze captured the back view of Jane, who was shaking her hips seductively as she guided him.
'... This is a woman's true nature. Shaking her hips to seduce. Is she asking to be fucked?'
He wanted to push her against the wall right then, lift her skirt, and thrust his cock inside.
The greedy Valerius controlled his appetite.
"Please go in. Everything is prepared."
"... Before that. What's your name, wench."
As if reading the bishop's lewd intentions at once, Jane narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"It's Jane. So you're finally asking for my name."
Before her words even finished,
"... Ah. You shouldn't do this—"
Grab—.
Jane's coquettish voice. It didn't seem like a refusal.
Valerius groped Jane's butt without hesitation. Only then did he seem satisfied, snorting and starting to laugh in a displeasing manner.
'This is how a woman should be...'
Whether from being experienced in such matters, she let out a moan-laced laugh and opened the room door for him.
Valerius went inside with the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Hahahahaha!!! Vulgar beyond compare!"
As soon as the door closed, the bishop couldn't hold back his laughter.
A delicacy, perhaps? While he preferred normal sex, normal brothels, this sight was worth paying money for in its own way.
Valerius approached the wall with his cock already erect under his clothes.
"Hehehe... Making a man wait, for a woman."
A round, exposed white buttock against the wall.
There wasn't even a hint of trying to cover her shameful body. With her legs slightly spread, her pussy gaping open, Valerius bent his knees and aligned his gaze.
Skin so white it seemed like it had never touched sunlight.
And her anus was a clean pink, to the point it was hard to imagine it being used for defecation, and her pussy was so clean it was hard to believe it belonged to a prostitute who had serviced numerous men.
"You haven't changed from last time, wench. Have you ever counted how many cocks this pussy has taken?"
"......"
"Not opening your mouth is the same as last time too. How boring."
But contrary to his words, Valerius was immensely enjoying himself.
As one of the people who knew very well how much this whore loved cock.
He immediately took off his clothes.
A musty smell immediately spread. When did he last wash? Even if he had washed, he might have just splashed some water on himself.
Actually, in this world, Noah who bathed every day was the strange one. Not everyone could use [Clean] magic.
Valerius brought his foul-smelling cock, his long erect cock hanging under his sagging belly,
and pressed it against the pussy hole.
Foreplay was unnecessary.
Just rubbing the glans against the pussy lips like this...
"Lecherous whore. Are you already aroused?"
Her love juices began to flow so profusely that the glans became moist.
The bishop would probably live his whole life without knowing. The fact that he was rubbing his foul-smelling cock against the pussy of that elf he so desperately wanted to fuck.