“Mmph, mm, mmm!”
I shuddered as I bit down hard on Varen’s tongue filling my mouth. The jolting current racing up my spine was completely different from any release I had felt in my life.
My own was being crushed between Varen’s firm abdominal muscles and his even harder, stone-like sex. It sloshed like an overfilled water balloon—then burst with a strange, unfamiliar sound.
A jet of liquid splashed upward through the narrow gap between our tightly pressed upper bodies. Stars exploded before my eyes, and it felt as though the circuits in my brain were burning out.
“Ngh— khk...!”
Without meaning to, I clamped down harder on Varen’s tongue. His shoulder curled inward as he let out a low, animalistic growl and spilled his release in thick pulses.
As Varen began to climax, his thrusts slowed. He rubbed himself against my body in heavy, languid motions, pouring out sticky fluid for a long while.
“Puh... haa, haa....”
Only then did Varen finally remove the hand covering my mouth, panting heavily. Despite having just climaxed, his temperature hadn’t dropped at all as he looked down at me like he meant to devour me.
The eyes of a predator swept over me. Even without physical touch, I could feel his gaze licking over every inch of my body.
“Hoo... releasing together really does feel better....”
Satisfaction filled Varen’s voice. With the expression of a well-fed cat, he even licked the corner of his mouth.
Only then did my limbs, which had been tightly drawn in the whole time, finally relax. Holding my limp body, Varen asked in an excited voice,
“But Ceryl, what was that? Did you urinate?”
“Ugh....”
“There’s no smell at all. I can’t taste anything either.”
You insane bastard. Why would you taste it.
I wanted «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» to say it, but no words came out.
My senses were so overstimulated that even the damp texture of the bedsheets brushing my skin felt excessively intense.
“H-hey... ngh....”
“Just a moment. You’re already going to sleep?”
“Y-you... kn—.”
“Get up, Ceryl. Let’s do it once more.”
Unable to tell him to clean up after himself, I let my fading consciousness go without resistance and fell into a deep sleep, as if passing out.
***
I woke with an unpleasantly refreshing sensation.
The blanket touching my body wasn’t the old, musty fabric from last night. It was soft and light as it wrapped around me.
Warm morning sunlight filtered in, and the salty scent of seawater reached my nose. I wanted to open my eyes, but my swollen eyelids refused to lift.
Instead, my sense of touch, smell, and hearing awakened one by one. From far away came the sound of footsteps climbing the wooden stairs—tap, tap.
A moment later, someone knocked on the old bedroom door.
“Ceryl! Varen! Please wake up! Breakfast is ready!”
It was a familiar, cheerful girl’s voice.
At Kallen’s morning greeting, my sluggish mind slowly began to turn.
Breakfast already? She’s diligent. Did she go out to buy ingredients? If Kallen cooked, it’s going to taste awful. And wait—this inn doesn’t even provide meals?
“Wake up, Ceryl.”
Then, from extremely close by, a voice branded with warmth spoke my name.
My stubborn eyelids slid open on their own.
The first thing I saw was Varen’s face. Perfectly sculpted as always—absurdly handsome, practically shining.
The moment I opened my eyes, he smiled brightly, then proceeded to plant kisses everywhere, even licking my cheek lightly.
Receiving Varen’s morning greeting while half-asleep stirred old memories.
“What... you’re acting like Berry....”
For eighteen years, Berry had greeted me every morning with enthusiasm—celebrating the fact that I hadn’t died in my sleep and leaving my face soaked with saliva.
Of course, it was something I would never say while fully awake.
The moment the words left my mouth, I felt Varen’s body go cold.
“...Someone else has kissed you?”
I ignored the annoying question and rolled onto my side, then onto my back, staring at the ceiling as I pressed a hand to my forehead and sighed deeply.
“Varen, the blanket—.”
“It was completely soaked with the water you released. I couldn’t sleep in it. Fortunately, there was a spare blanket we brought from Belzena.”
“.......”
“Ceryl, are you feeling okay? You released so much last night. Your lower body looked sore, so I licked it for you.”
“...Haah... damn it....”
Even considering what we’d done last night, I couldn’t hold back the curse rising from my core.
***
I cracked my stiff neck from side to side as I went downstairs.
The first floor served as a dining area, but perhaps because the inn was unpopular, there were only three tables.
Margon and Kallen were already seated and eating. Their plates were piled high with fried eggs and sausages, and baskets overflowing with fragrant bread sat nearby.
“Mmm, Ceryl, p-please, eat quickly!”
Kallen raised her hand energetically, cheeks stuffed full. Margon had lifted his plate entirely and was shoveling food into his mouth.
I told them to enjoy their meal and sat at an empty table. Naturally, Varen took the seat across from me.
Then Morpha emerged from the kitchen.
They were wearing the familiar boyish form, carrying heavy plates in both hands. They set one down in front of me and one in front of Varen—both loaded with appetizing food.
The difference was that my plate had extra bacon, along with a thick soup filled with boiled meat and beans.
I stared blankly at the food, then looked up at Morpha.
They shrugged with a youthful face.
“Ceryl should eat more. Compared to Varen, your stamina seems rather lacking.”
“.......”
“Oh, and I recommend light exercise as well. Even thirty minutes of running a day would make nighttime much easier.”
I stared at them with hollow eyes.
Across from me, Varen nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Ugh— khk!!”
At the neighboring table, Margon choked and sprayed food as he coughed violently.
Kallen, who was directly in the line of fire, glared at him in irritation.
“Eek, Margon! Turn your head when you cough!”
“Khk— s-sorry....”
“But Ceryl, did you have a nightmare last night? We could hear groaning all the way up to the second floor.”
My appetite vanished instantly. I calmly set down the fork I’d been holding.
If I kept it in my hand, I might stab the man sitting across from me.
Scolding him was one thing—but I couldn’t kill my own dragon with my own hands.
Despite my saintlike restraint, Varen managed to rekindle my murderous intent. He tilted his head slightly and whispered,
“I told you to be quiet, Ceryl.”
“.......”
“I said it wouldn’t hurt to bite.”
The nape of his neck—where he tapped lightly with his finger—was smooth and unmarked.
Staring at him blankly, I picked up the fork again.
I noticed there was also a knife. Dull—but it would do.
I held it in my other hand.
I felt Varen’s gaze tracking my slow movements.
One.
Two.
Three.
I counted silently, then sprang to my feet and lunged at him.
“I’ll kill you! Die, you bastard!!”
“Oh my. You’re lively this morning. I’ll keep that in mind for the future—.”
“Yaaaah!!!”
Varen easily blocked my hands, completely unfazed by my screaming.
Only Morpha, who rushed out from the kitchen, placed their hands on their hips with a serious expression.
“What exactly is going on? I doubt this meal was prepared so you could attack Varen.”
“It’s fine, Morpha. This happens occasionally.”
At that, Kallen and Margon nodded and went back to eating.
Pinned by Varen and flailing uselessly, I soon ran out of strength and had to be carried back to bed.
***
It wasn’t until evening that I fully recovered my stamina.
Varen played no small part in that—feeding me while I lay in bed and dripping saliva into my mouth several times.
During that time, Morpha returned from reconnaissance, once again in the form of a man in his twenties dressed as a guard.
We gathered around the table to hear their report.
“They seem to be moving tonight. There’s apparently going to be a large show at the black market. A considerable crowd is expected.”
“A large show? Is someone performing?”
“The monsters are. Tightrope walking, riding unicycles—things like that.”
How could the same repertoire of abuse exist in another world too?
My clenched fist trembled with simmering rage.
Beside me, however, Kallen clapped her hands, eyes sparkling.
“Oh my goodness! Monsters performing? That sounds so cute!”
“...Kallen, that’s not cute.”
“Huh? But if monsters ride unicycles, wouldn’t that be adorable?”
“Think about how much torture it took to make them do that.”
Only then did realization strike her. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open, before she clenched her teeth and began trembling with anger alongside me.
“Ugh, humans really are the problem! Doing things like that to monsters who are cute even without tricks!”
I patted Kallen’s head gently. She might be a bit slow, but she learned quickly.
Then I turned back to Morpha.
“You said you wanted to assess the Rebels’ capabilities. What’s the plan?”
“I’ll infiltrate disguised as a customer. I’ve prepared a nearby rooftop where the two of you can observe.”
“Infiltration sounds dangerous. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
