Volume 3 Chapter 78 We’ll Need Transportation, Right？ I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Coming back from the otherworld was just a quick leap.
The feel of Maribel, who had been holding him, suddenly vanished, and he felt himself falling deep into the ground of his mind.
When he forced his body to move as if tied up tight and helpless, his view shifted sharply from the bright midday grassland to the dark ceiling of the guest room.
”Ugh…”
Cold air brushed against his cheek.
The scent of perfume blended with Christy’s crafted aroma wafted into his nose.
It was proof he’d truly returned to the real world.
”Sir Kian!”
While he rubbed his forehead, a high-pitched girl’s voice sharply entered his ear.
In the hazy view, someone with black hair forcibly propped up Kian’s upper body, and a cool hand pinched his cheek.
Actually, that voice was Natra.
”Natra, right?”
”Yes, Sir Kian! Thank goodness. I thought you wouldn’t wake up again. How are you feeling? Any numbness in your limbs?”
When Kian blinked his eyes, his vision cleared back to normal.
Two dark eyes stared at him from close up in the dark guest room.
Natra, kneeling on the bed, leaned in from the side.
She wore the Eastern-style spirit armor again.
A dark green and crimson curved sword ── the Thorn magic sword ── made by Guy, hung from her waist.
”It’s fine. More importantly, how long have I been asleep?”
”I don’t know exactly when you fell into sleep… but it’s around 4 a.m. now. It’s been almost 4 hours since I arrived here.”
Natra frowned with concern as she answered, her hand still on his neck or peering into his eyes to check him.
After making sure he was okay, she finally relaxed, moving her body back to the bed.
”I was poisoned. The culprit is Priscilla. His Excellency should be asleep too. Is her poison properly metabolized now?”
”Sir Kian, you still can’t move. Here, this is the medicinal bath Rufna prepared. Your throat doesn’t seem to be in good shape, so please drink it slowly. …Yes, slowly…”
Feels like he’s become some old person who needs care.
A bitter liquid of unknown ingredients is poured into his mouth by Natra’s hands.
He swallows with no trouble, but it doesn’t suddenly make his senses come back to life.
Natra places the cup on the table and turns to face him, biting her lip.
”I’m sorry. Because I left Sir Kian alone, this happened… I swore to dedicate myself to you, and I almost lost you right away.”
”It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. More importantly, what’s the situation?”
”────”
”Natra?”
”…Huh. Princess Maribel is still sleeping. Right now, the witch girls are finishing their questioning of the cooks and mixing the antidote. Sir Kian’s not in a bad body, but the princess isn’t particularly resistant to poison──Sir Kian! No, you can’t! Please rest a little more!”
”I’m fine. My body moves like this.”
He shakes off the blanket and shifts to the edge of the bed.
He can’t stay in bed forever.
He has to change clothes and go protest at Priscilla’s room.
If he leaves this alone, something mischievous could happen again at any moment.
This time, everything went smoothly, but next time, they might not be so lucky.
The danger of being mentally manipulated by the witch’s whim should be cut off early.
”Natra, Windsong Blade. Also put on armor. We might have a light fight with Ms. Priscilla.”
”…Understood. I’ll come too. If there’s a fight, Rufna and I will handle it, so Sir Kian, step back.”
”By the way, where is Rufna?”
”She’s talking with the witches in the main building. She was examining Lady Christina and the princess.”
Natra put Kian’s backpack and the ‘Silver Ice’ set on the bed and answered succinctly from the corner of the room.
”Lady Sarah couldn’t be left at the base either, so I brought her along. Rufna should be waiting with her at the main building for Sir Kian to regain consciousness.”
”I see. …Hm?”
”Sir Kian? Did something happen?”
”Ah, no…”
Kian looked down at his crotch as if just noticing.
Under his leather pants, his underwear was soaked through with warm, sticky liquid.
He had ej***lated a large amount.
(Damn… it’s because of that dream with Maribel)
He needed to clean up and change his underwear.
But Natra was right there.
He didn’t want her to know he had a wet dream.
Kian opened his mouth to ask for a moment alone, but before he could say anything, Natra’s sharp eyes darted down to his crotch.
”Oh my”
”……”
”Sir Kian, surely not”
”It’s not a leak. It’s a wet dream.”
”I understand… but it has a very strong smell.”
”I’m sorry, but could you wait in the hallway for a bit? I’ll change my underwear and put on armor, then I’ll leave the room.”
Even after he said that, Natra just kept staring at Kian, not moving an inch.
”Natra?” he called out, and she shook her head slightly.
”If anything else were to happen to Sir Kian, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I will take care of it.”
”No, it’s not right to have a girl clean up a p**is that’s had a wet dream.”
”Shh”
Natra quickly slipped her hand into his pants and touched him with her index finger.
The motion was so similar to Maribel’s that he found himself speechless.
”Cleaning Sir Kian’s genitals is also a proper duty for a servant.”
”But”
”Please be quiet.”
Natra said, then pressed her lips to his.
Unlike Maribel, Natra’s lips were thin and tightly drawn, a different feel.
Unlike the Princess, Natra didn’t wear perfume, and he could smell the natural scent of a girl.
”────”
”Huchu, mm…uhn. …Sir Kian”
The silver thread pulls the kiss apart.
Natra lightly shows her white teeth while tucking her short hair behind her ears.
”If the others outside notice, it’ll be a pain. Just stay quiet and let me do this.”
”A… ahh…”
”Excuse me.”
The girl, usually looking brave in her cloth armor, slowly lets her face move down from her neck to her chest, then her waist.
She loosens Kian’s pants tie and pulls his cloth down all at once.
His balls are exposed to the cold air, wet with sweat.
But before you can even react, Natra quickly puts her hands on his balls and runs her warm tongue over his semi-hard shaft.
”Mmm, squish♡”
”Ugh”
”Mmm, huff, mmm, mmm…♡”
Her tongue glides along the underside of his shaft, teasing the ridge with its tip.
It delves even into the foreskin, leaving no trace of stickiness behind.
Her small mouth opens, swallowing the head, and half the shaft is enveloped in her moist warmth.
Carefully, she stimulates him while sucking out every last drop of s*men from his urethra.
Even as a clean-up blowjob, it’s pure bliss.
It feels like his p**is is being gently washed in warm water.
Natra faithfully replicates the oral techniques Kian taught her.
”Nmm.”
Since her goal isn’t to make him cum, Natra eventually releases his p**is with a *pop*.
Afterward, she uses her lips to clean his pubic hair and testicles.
Once everything is licked clean, she wets a cloth with water magic and wipes his erect p**is again.
To say the initial blowjob was unnecessary since she’s wiping him with a cloth would be impolite.
Instead, Kian decides to pat Natra’s head.
”A pure and righteous Azrael apostle has become such a naughty familiar.”
”It’s Sir Kian’s fault. Trained by such a powerful symbol of masculinity, any woman would become your slave.”
”I think that’s an exaggeration.”
”Hehe.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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