12. Entangled Relationships
A pleasant scent filled the air.
Was there a pillow to hug? It was fluffy, warm, and soft. Taking a breath, a strangely sweet fragrance mixed in tickled my nose.
...I want to stay like this forever.
Surrendering to the pleasant drowsiness, I hugged it tightly with both arms along with the blanket. The soft yet warm sensation...
'Huh? What am I hugging?'
The church bed wasn't wide enough to place anything like this, nor did it emit such a pleasant scent. Last night, I clearly drank with Master... and drank some more... on the way back to the church... we, we kissed...?
Then we came to an inn together and lay on the same bed...
"Gasp!"
As soon as I opened my eyes, what appeared before me was the cleavage of already heavy breasts, made more prominent by lying on their side. That's right. We were hugging each other in our underwear, greeting the morning like this.
The problem was that Master was also tightly hugging my back.
'This is....'
I couldn't do anything but freeze in place. Master's breath kept tickling my ear. Our thin underwear touched, and our lower abdomens were close enough to brush against each other.
Our thighs were tangled together...
It was incredibly awkward. Above all, the most awkward thing was the energetic morning erection rubbing on its own between my thighs.
'This shouldn't be happening....'
Although Master had touched me with her hand before, rubbing my manhood between her thighs like this was such a disgraceful act... Even though I thought I absolutely shouldn't do it, I couldn't pull away.
Meanwhile, my head was throbbing,
"M-Master?"
"...Hmm...."
"C-could you please let go of my hand and leg...?"
"......."
No response.
Come to think of it, Master did say that once she falls asleep, she doesn't wake up easily. In that case, I have to carefully extract myself from here before Master wakes up...!
Holding my breath, I curled up and tried to slip out from under Master's arm, but at that moment,
"Ah!"
Master's arm instead pulled my waist even tighter. Then, she pulled me toward her, pressing so close that our navels were practically touching.
"T-this is making it difficult for me... Master!"
Zzz Zzz Zzz ...
My timid resistance only made the situation worse. Tighter. Closer. In an even more embarrassing position, rubbing between the thighs—this felt even hotter and softer than her hand,
Th-this sensation...
"Ah, ah, aah—!"
The feeling of touching fabric. Even though I was wearing underwear, the glans was being stimulated by scraping against the cloth. The reason was that the underwear I was wearing now was men's trunks.
The men's underwear I wore thinking it was comfortable.
For some reason, these trunks had a hole in the front. I had wondered about it before. Why is there a hole? To pee?
But wouldn't it be much more reasonable to just pull down the underwear to pee?
I often found it annoying how, whenever I got an unwanted erection, it would try to pop out through the hole, and this time was no exception,
Pop.
In this embarrassing close contact, the glans finally popped out through the hole in the trunks. And then it slid, slid over Master's thin panties.
'Master's panties...!'
I bit my lip tightly and closed my mouth.
But Master just hugged me even tighter with a completely relaxed expression. She didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. Pressing chest to chest, navel to navel, rubbing the glans against her panties... so blatantly that I wondered if she was really asleep.
"Haa... haa...."
My waist trembled, and the strength slowly left my body.
The most sensitive part of a man.
It was only natural when the glans was being gently rubbed by her panties. Meanwhile, having Master's face right in front of my nose, losing my mind was inevitable.
What was the point of enduring so patiently last night...
Her breath tickled my chest, and Master's nails scratching my lower back subtly. If asked if it didn't feel good, of course it felt good.
It was incredibly warm, to the point where I wished time would stop right there.
In many ways, I did.
Well, if time didn't stop here—!
'I can't... hold back any longer...!'
The sensation of being pressed between warm thighs and rubbed against panties was not something easy to endure. Thinking, I've done it...
Squirt, squirt, squirt—!
"Ah...."
A hollow sigh. Self-loathing. Shame.
Master's panties were wet. Not just wet, but soaked thickly with sticky semen. I had ejaculated that much. Not on Master's hand, but between her thighs, on her panties.
Perhaps the semen soaked into the panties might wet her genitals through the fabric...
This is an accident. A clear accident.
'H-how am I supposed to explain this to Master...?'
As I was rolling my eyes in thought, blink—Master opened her eyes. I thought my heart had stopped. Flustered, I could only flap my mouth helplessly when Master spoke first.
With the corners of her lips curling up.
"...You came?"
"Huh?"
"Ugh, it's sticky. How much did you shoot?"
Master nonchalantly released the hug, brushed off the blanket as if it were bothersome, and got out of bed. Still in her underwear, she walked to the mirror. I dumbly sat up, watching her back.
Master stood in front of the mirror, turning her body back and forth, checking between her thighs.
"You came a lot. It's so sticky it keeps bothering me."
"......."
I had nothing to say.
It wasn't like it wasn't my fault, since the semen dripping down her thighs was what I had shot.
"I can erase the traces left on the blanket with magic, so don't worry. The innkeeper won't find out."
"Ah, no. Master. More importantly, since when were you awake... no, if you were awake, why did you stay still...!"
"Did you not like it?"
"L-like or dislike isn't the issue...!"
"Well, I wasn't awake from the beginning. It was from the middle, but you looked like you were feeling so good that I couldn't stop, I suppose. Hmm."
"L-looked like I was feeling good... When did I?!"
"You were drooling with a dumbfounded look on your face, so I just helped a little?"
After saying that, Master tore off a few tissues and came over. Then she approached the bed and sat down on the edge.
"Excuse me for a moment."
"...Eek!"
She grabbed the glans that had popped out through the hole in the trunks with one hand. Since it was still sensitive, my body trembled and I straightened my back.
"My, my high-maintenance disciple. You should wipe this yourself before I have to do it for you."
"If you touch there now...!"
My face felt like it was burning with shame.
But at the same time, without any thought of refusing her touch, I sat still, feeling the pleasant afterglow. Calming my breath, I watched Master's beautiful fingers gently caressing my cock.
"There, all wiped. Now, get ready. We need to go back to the church and pack."
She burned the used tissues with magic—'Fwoosh!'—and lightly clapped her hands.
Seeing her like this, I could really feel that she was an amazing mage, but thinking that such a person had touched my cock and made me ejaculate like this...
A strange sense of conquest bloomed ever so slightly.
"...Master, I just don't understand you."
"Knowing too much about someone isn't always good. Sometimes it's better to know just enough."
"But I feel like I don't know nearly enough."
Hesitantly, I got up and picked up the clothes I had taken off yesterday. My eyes remained fixed on Master.
Master flicked her fingers, erasing all traces left on the bed and blanket, then flung the window open.
This morning's wind was quite humid.
"...It seems like it will rain today. If you want to pack, it's better to go early and prepare. Hurry up."
"Yes...."
It seemed like I wouldn't be able to easily learn about Master's past.
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"Is this all your luggage?"
"One axe, some emergency rations, and water. With just this, a warrior can survive anywhere."
"I didn't have high expectations to begin with."
After a whole day of damp rain, the next day.
The day of departure had finally arrived. I let out a small sigh as I looked at Argol. His luggage was just one axe. Not to mention a shield or armor that could be called equipment, he was wearing his usual revealing orc-style everyday clothes.
The only praiseworthy thing was that he was the first one out here waiting.
That was it.
"Our mercenary group never really liked armor. It's cumbersome and restricts movement. What's important on the battlefield is flexible movement."
"...I'm sure your mercenary group did. And over ten of you died every time you fought."
"Dying in battle is an honorable thing. They died bravely and without shame."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Once you're dead, honor or whatever, you're just a corpse.
The orc Argol had a mindset completely opposite to my petty bourgeois motto.
While exchanging meaningless banter with him, I saw a girl running from afar, waving her staff.
"Noah nim!!! Sorry I'm late!!!"
Elise. And Ibel following behind her.
"Ibel! If it's heavy, just say so! Argol said he would help!"
"It's fine! Master!!!"
Ibel answered calmly. Argol gave me a puzzled look and argued.
"Huh? I didn't say anything though...."
"You're not planning to help?"
"......."
On Ibel's back was an enormous backpack that looked twice his size. Supplies, a tent, cooking utensils, and various other things.
"That human. He's strong."
"What? Seems stronger than you, doesn't he?"
"Hmm. That's something we'd have to test...."
In many ways, he was a very useful disciple.