Loser, look up (End)
Loser, look up (End)
-"Haa... haa... heu-eut..."
For a long time, endless groans leaked out through the door.
Stachys's stamina seemed to have no end.
Does he like that woman that much? Vien thought.
And as that thought struck, Vien, who had been sitting limply like a corpse, suddenly stood up.
Then, harshly wiping away her tears, she turned around and ran down to the first floor.
She couldn't listen to it anymore.
-Kung-kung kung-kung
At the sound of running footsteps, the innkeeper aunt got up.
"Oh my, milady, are you all done...?"
Seeing Vien's expression, the innkeeper aunt stopped mid-sentence and covered her mouth.
Vien dashed out of the inn without any answer either.
She had entered with the most joyful, fluttering heart in days, and came out with the absolute worst mood in days.
Tat. Tat. Tat!
Deep footprints were left carved into the path that Vien harshly trod upon.
Tears scattered behind the running Vien.
Vien didn't want to believe the current situation.
She had been dreaming recently that all of this was just a dream, but never had that wish been so desperate as this time.
"Heuk... heuk-heuk... eu-heuk..."
Crying sounds leaked out even between her tightly clenched teeth.
The more she did, the faster she ran so that no one could see her face.
Not a trace of a saintess's modesty could be found.
Though she had already stripped it away long ago following Stachys's advice.
'Already? This fast?'
Vien thought while running.
It had only been a month since they met, and they had mixed bodies after barely two weeks of dating.
No, they might have mixed bodies even faster, Vien thought.
She had only just discovered it now.
Eudeudeuk. Her teeth ground together.
Her chest felt so suffocating that she wanted to rip it out.
'She really is a lewd whore...! My Stachys...'
She had known Stachys for a long time.
Among the countless hypocritical people, he was the only one who saw her true self and affirmed it.
She had thought of him as her only kindred spirit.
He was the very person who had changed her.
It felt like such a person had drifted far, far away.
'Stachys, you were the most precious thing to me. But I am not the most precious thing to you.'
She hated this mismatch so much.
Stachys had always treated her so preciously, making her think she was someone special.
Because he always treated her carefully, as if she were glass, she thought she was an important person to him.
So she thought that somewhere deep in Stachys's heart, there must be feelings of affection for her.
But it wasn't so.
The reason he treated her carefully and preciously was simply because Stachys was a kind person, and where his true heart lay was somewhere else.
He didn't have feelings for her or anything, it was just because of his innate character, Vien thought.
'He treated me, just a friend, this well, so how well must he treat his lover?'
Kwak.
She clutched her chest as she ran.
It hurt so much.
She was so jealous.
She was so envious.
She regretted it so much.
What if she had aggressively hit on him like a crazy bitch?
What if she had been a little more honest?
She ran for a long time until her heart screamed, but she didn't stop.
She thought that if it burst, she wouldn't even feel this pain, so that would be fine in its own way.
The church came into view. Covering her face with her arm, she quickly ran inside.
Several other saintesses spoke to her, but she ignored them all.
-'Vien, your clothes are pretty... Huh? Vien?'
-'Vien, where did you go... Huh?'
-'Vien, where were you during the night prayer time earlier?'
-'What the, is Vien crying??'
She headed to the dormitory.
She didn't even think to wash off her makeup or change her clothes.
The dormitory room she quickly passed through and entered.
Several saintesses were already preparing to sleep.
She ran to a secluded bed.
And pulling the blanket straight over her head, she curled herself up into a ball.
The posture she always took when she was scared of thunder or ghosts as a child.
Now, like an instinct, that posture came out again.
She felt the room go quiet at her sudden appearance.
But Vien continued to shed tears.
"Heuk... heuk-heuk..."
The room grew dead silent, and only her weeping quietly echoed.
For a long time in that state.
Teobeok. Teobeok. Teobeok.
She heard the sound of someone approaching.
That person quietly sat on Vien's bed, placed a hand over the blanket, and patted it.
"Vien, I don't know what happened, but it's okay to cry."
It was Casey.
At those words, Vien began to cry her eyes out like a child.
-'Haa... haa... heu-'
Thud. Her mana ran out, and the sound cut off.
A sense of exhaustion washed over her body.
Even so, Lily didn't stop her hand.
"Haat...! Aa...! Stachys...!"
Because even if she couldn't hear the sound, Stachys would still be feeling pleasure.
She didn't stop either. She couldn't lose to Elzain.
"Heu-eueu-eut!!"
-Pyupyup! Pyusyut!
Soon, she arched her waist and reached her climax. Only then, unable to put any more strength into her body, she slumped down as her hips, which had been facing the sky, collapsed sideways.
"... Heuk... Stachys..."
What would he look like? What would it feel like to rub their sweat-soaked bodies together?
How much better would his thing feel compared to her slender fingers?
What would his scent have been like?
How much warmth did Elzain feel because of Stachys?
Lily was so cold right now.
Because she had hastily masturbated while wearing her clothes, her whole body was soaked.
The wet clothes kept robbing her of her body temperature.
For some reason, she thought of that cold cave she shared with Stachys.
The cave they hid in after catching the tiger wolf.
When she dove into his arms and hugged him under the excuse of being cold, it had been so warm.
But now, no one was by her side.
Soon, intense self-loathing followed.
"Aaaa...."
Self-loathing for failing to capture him.
Or self-loathing for what she had just done.
She tore at her hair again.
Lily discovered a new fact about herself.
The point that she tore at her hair under extreme stress.
It was information Lily didn't want to know.
The damply soaked clothes kept chilling her body.
She raised her finger to use magic, but
"Ah."
realizing it,
she had no mana left from eavesdropping.
Should she just rest like this?
Thinking that as well, she raised her body.
She couldn't catch a cold.
Because they said they would take on a B-rank request in a few days.
No matter how much she hated the current situation, Stachys is Stachys.
Lily's thought of wanting to fulfill his dream hadn't changed.
Because a B-rank mission is dangerous.
If she caught a cold here and somehow couldn't unleash her proper power,
and Stachys got hurt because of that, she would surely loathe herself for the rest of her life.
Lastly,
there was also a faint fear lingering at the base of her mind that if Stachys were disappointed because she couldn't keep his words to take good care of her body before going into the B-rank mission, she might be abandoned.
In the end, squeezing out her strength, Lily raised her body and trudged toward the bathroom.
Chap-chap-chap.
It was Rus, who had been comforting herself for a long time.
She had been doing it repeatedly and for so long that her pussy was turning red.
Because of the sinful thrill of doing this inside his blanket, or because her sexual desire exploded from Stachys's scent, she couldn't stop.
"Haa... Chis-yah... haa...!"
Rus felt like she was about to come soon.
But this time, too, she stopped her hand right before reaching the climax.
Because she couldn't squirt her love juices all over his blanket.
"Haa... haa..."
The aura of climax rapidly cooled down.
She fidgeted her impatient hand.
It was regrettable and frustrating that she couldn't finish.
Stachys would be having relations with Elzain, and both of them would definitely go all the way.
While she had to stop, trembling with anxiety lest this action be discovered.
From the fact that she was looking at the ceiling she had always wanted to see, or because closing her eyes made it feel like Stachys was right in front of her due to the scent, she quickly got excited and reached right before the brink of climax, but she couldn't climax.
She felt like she was going crazy.
Jealousy crept up on her all over again.
When negative thoughts arose, she just focused on the scent.
Because if she focused only on the scent, she could imagine herself in Stachys's embrace.
It was so painful that she had long since thrown away the imagination of Elzain and Stachys being together.
Now, Rus was imagining Stachys loving her.
'Rus. You're mine.'
Rus moved her hand and brought it back to her pussy.
But before moving her hand to rub, she suddenly came to her senses.
Stachys wasn't by her side, and he didn't say things like that.
There was only her shabby self, sneaking alone into Stachys's room to masturbate.
It was hollow.
It felt like a gaping hole had been blown open in one corner of her heart.
Glancing sideways, she turned her unfocused eyes to look out the window.
It was the deep, late night.
Stachys still hadn't come to the lodging.
Rus wished Stachys would return, even at the cost of being caught looking like this right now.
She wanted Stachys to have returned without having sexual relations because something went wrong with things.
But such a thing didn't happen.
It was almost certain that he had held a woman.
Rus clenched her fists tightly.
Perhaps because she had repeated the same motion for a long time, her hand was stiff.
Swallowing back the tears that threatened to flow once more, Rus crawled out from under the blanket.
Now she just wanted to go home and rest.
Outside the blanket was cold.
Her body shivered uncontrollably.
Forcing her limp legs up, she clumsily picked up her clothes and put them back on.
Just picking up and wearing her clothes made her feel a miserable sense of wretchedness.
Even after dressing completely, she was just as cold.
"Hoo..."
Stagger.
When she let out a sigh, her legs gave out.
She grabbed the table nearby to support her body.
She wanted to just collapse right there, but there was still something she had to do.
Rus lifted the blanket and ventilated the air under it a few times.
Since Rus wasn't the type to sweat profusely, the bed wasn't damp or anything.
There likely wouldn't be any chance of getting caught.
She strapped on her discarded sword again and carefully came out of the room.
Kkiik.
Kung