Chapter 86: ☆U~nu~n
The time is 7 o’clock in the morning.
After having breakfast together with Croana and the others and parting ways, I am now walking through the academy.
The fresh morning air flows through the academy, and the empty corridors are a rare sight.
It seems Croana opens the academy windows for ventilation when she wakes up.
What a truly wonderful headmistress — I genuinely respect her.
After embracing Croana and the other two, I took a bath upon waking up.
The way the three of them frolicked in the bath made me think they really were like fairies.
When I said that out loud, all three blushed and I received the compliment, "Is that how you normally flirt in the bath?"
We slept together, but being enveloped in the scent of the three of them made me feel relieved that it was good I had held them afterward.
Probably because the situation was one where my cock reacting wouldn’t have been strange.
We promised to meet again later, and they said they planned to spend today enjoyably as the three sisters.
I was invited too, but I declined because there was a place I really wanted to go today.
As I walked along the first-floor corridor toward the exit with my arms crossed, thinking about the story, something soft bumped into my back.
I turned around in surprise, but arms reaching from under both armpits hugged me.
At the same time, two large round cushions covered my back.
Seeing the arms hugging me from behind, I felt relieved, smiled wryly, sighed, and spoke.
"Felica... Did you stay overnight in the library again?"
"U~nu~~~~~~n"
No, it’s not "Unun"...
I had told the easily absorbed Felica many times that she would ruin her body if she didn’t take proper breaks.
From the way she clung to my back and rubbed her head against me, it seemed she had overdone it and run out of energy.
I gently removed Felica’s arms, turned around, and saw she didn’t have her usual dignified appearance but instead a melted, loose expression.
I stopped Felica as she tried to wrap her arms around my neck, then princess-carried her body.
Felica once again wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in it.
With a wry smile at Felica’s state, I started walking toward my instructor’s office that we had just passed.
The instructor’s office isn’t locked or anything, and other teachers and instructors sometimes use it for work.
I kissed Felica’s slightly raised forehead, and she buried her face in my neck again and started rubbing.
Her attitude of investigating thoroughly until she’s satisfied is wonderful.
But as a woman, I want her to take better care of her body.
"You’re working too hard... Felica?"
"Unu~~n"
"...No, it’s not ’Unun’ though."
"Unu~~~~~~n"
I smiled wryly at Felica’s reply and continued walking to the instructor’s office.
Every step made her large breasts jiggle with a purun purun motion against my chest.
The wind entering the corridor gently fluttered Felica’s hair, and a refreshing floral scent tickled my nostrils.
...Ah, it reminds me of mint.
It’s perfect for this morning hour, I thought with a smile as I headed for the instructor’s office.
About two hours later, in my instructor’s office.
Felica is in a princess-carry position on my lap while I sit in the chair.
She hides her face with both hands, ears bright red, and her body trembles.
I’ll stay quiet about how her large breasts shake in sync with that.
"I’m really sorry..."
"No... it’s fine, but is your body okay?"
"I slept in the nap room, so I’m fine..."
"...You looked completely exhausted though?"
"I’ll be careful, really..."
I laughed amusingly at the gradually weakening tone of her words, and Felica lightly pounded my chest.
The academy library is popular partly because it has nap rooms, and it even has private rooms, which makes it even more popular.
There should be nine rooms, and even on a day off like today, someone is probably using them.
I put my arm around Felica’s shoulder, pulled her closer, brought my face near her hair, and spoke.
"So, did you find the answer?"
"No... I couldn’t think of anything..."
She lowered her hands at my action, revealing her slightly red face, and spoke with a wry smile while narrowing her eyes as if tickled.
From Felica’s state, it seems she’s hit a wall.
What she is trying to do now is skill application — exploring the applications and possibilities of ’Calamity’.
It started after she observed my training and after asking Roy for advice.
She probably also heard the advice I gave Roy at that time. Since then, Felica has been reviewing various things while training her own assigned year.
Incidentally, she has also been doing the training content I did with her own year.
Not everything, but they should have become quite strong.
Seeing Felica’s troubled look, I smiled and made a suggestion.
"Are you free today?"
"Hm? Ah... I’m free, but... is something wrong?"
"I’m going to First Street now. Want to come with me?"
When you’re stuck and can’t find an answer, it’s better to change your mood.
This is something I’ve done in my previous life and even now.
If you keep thinking while stuck, you only come up with the same answers and nothing new comes to mind.
In such cases, it’s good to boldly go out and play or wander the streets to refresh yourself.
Moreover, this time my business is at the blacksmith.
There might be new discoveries, I told Felica, omitting the previous-life part.
Felica blinked at my suggestion, then smiled happily and nodded.
...I actually have ideas for the application... but it would be tactless to say it myself.
So giving hints is what I can do for Felica.
I gave her several light kisses on the lips, and the two of us left the academy.
First Street is, simply put, the factory district.
It is mainly a production area with blacksmiths, clothing factories, potion compounding facilities, general goods, and more.
I heard that Marieka’s flower garden and the mass production of flower mist are also done on First Street.
The finishing work in the stores is custom-made — I think Lucian taught me that.
That’s why the sound of work echoes even at night, and there are many people on the main street even past midnight.
This First Street is truly the place in the royal capital that never sleeps, more so than Eleventh Street with its many taverns.
That said, one might wonder if only craftsmen are there, but that’s not the case.
Blacksmiths, weapon shops, and magic tool shops are also concentrated on First Street, so there are many shoppers too.
Felica and I walked along the lively First Street.
With her breasts pressed against my body and her arm linked with mine, I looked at Felica’s profile and smiled as I spoke.
"You don’t come to this street very often, do you?"
"Yeah... the mansion’s people usually prepare most things for me. But it’s amazing..."
"How is it? It’s good for a change of pace and might spark some ideas, right?"
"Fufu, thank you, Raide."
I returned Felica’s words with a smile and walked to a nearby glass workshop to peek inside.
The glass workshop has no door and is structured so the inside is fully visible like a car garage.
Felica watched the craftsmen working with sparkling eyes.
Once she seemed satisfied, we looked at the next workshop.
Most workshops and factories on First Street basically allow visitors.
In fact, they are often welcomed.
The reason is their sales method — in the Overworld, where word of mouth matters, they do business by showing the place where things are made.
Of course, special techniques that are like trade secrets are hidden and neither shown nor publicized.
If they were stolen, it would be a disaster, so that’s natural.
Conversely, there are also workshops and factories that do not allow visitors.
That is the blacksmith we are heading to now.
I smiled at Felica beside me, pointed to the place where white smoke was rising, and spoke.
"That’s the blacksmith I’m aiming for."
"A blacksmith... I might be seeing one for the first time..."
Felica’s slightly excited expression showed she was really looking forward to it.
The arm clinging to me tightened a little, and the breasts pressed against me changed shape greatly.
As we walked toward the blacksmith with Felica, I organized in my head what I wanted to ask ’him’.
Anticipating the sour face I’d get when making the request, I smiled wryly.
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