Volume 3 Chapter 2 Takeout
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Big Bro! It’s so good!” Valerie said, her eyes shining as she bit into the meat.
Klock and Valerie had come to their favorite tavern for dinner—on someone else’s tab, of course. The meat was sliced thick, and the girl took a big piece, chewing slowly with a happy smile. She made a satisfied “Mmm\~!” sound, then quickly popped more pieces in her mouth.
”Don’t rush. The rice won’t run away,” Klock said, watching her.
The small wooden shop was packed with customers, and the noise was loud enough to make them raise their voices to hear each other. Still, the smell of grilled meat, glowing under the magic stone lamp, filled the air and made their mouths water.
Valerie, lost in the taste, glanced at the counter. The shop owner caught her look and gave a confident nod. She returned a thumbs-up, silently praising the skill behind the meal.
Her cheeks stuffed with meat, juice shining on her lips, she ate with a wild energy like a boy running free through a field. Somehow, though, it also felt oddly soft and tempting.
Damn. This meal looked way more lewd than the last one she left halfway.
She let a drop of meat fat fall from her lips and licked it up. Klock swallowed hard without meaning to. They had known each other nearly three years—a close bond full of shared moments. He shouldn’t be thinking about her this way, but feelings shift depending on time and place.
Suddenly, Valerie caught his eyes. Their gazes locked for a moment before Klock quickly looked away and kept eating. Still, the mood had changed, and Valerie let out a soft, knowing chuckle.
”So, what’s up?” he asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.
”No, no. Big Bro, when you’re done eating, let’s go behind the shop,” Valerie said plainly.
Valerie’s voice held no doubt. Only one thing happened behind that shop. Maybe she was worried about leaving things half done before they came here.
”Sigh, can’t help it. Today, we’re heading straight to the hideout,” he agreed.
”Eh? For real?” Valerie replied with her mouth still busy chewing.
”…Forget that. More important—you made me chase you today. I won’t forgive you till morning, so get ready,” she said, a soft threat wrapped in promise.
She was clearly saying she’d take him now.
Hitting her like this would be trouble. Not that she was his type exactly, but anytime was good for this woman’s body. If he got excited like this, there was no reason not to.
”Got it, Big Bro. Hehe, punish me lots. I’m your apprentice. I’ll learn everything about you with my body,” Valerie said with a grin.
More like a little follower than a true apprentice. She put her finger to her lips, showing off how soft they looked, even from afar.
When they first met, her hair was short and she was just a cocky brat. Now, she was small but fully grown as a woman. She openly showed her charm, too. Her teasing had gone on for years without fading, only getting smoother. It was clear she wanted more than to be just an apprentice or follower.
”You’ve been using weird lines lately,” Klock said.
”Oh, you noticed? Big Bro’s weak to dirty talk, right? I’m just hitting your weak spots like I was taught,” she answered, playful.
Trying to use his weak spots like that was bold for a follower. Klock rolled his eyes and grabbed another piece of meat.
”I see. Then today, I’ll attack your weak spots till you’re shaking.”
”Ah, my weakness is you, Big Bro. If you show me your… you know, I’ll want to lay down and give in,” she teased.
”Are you a dog?” he laughed.
While Klock ate and suffered through Valerie’s silly jokes, two new customers entered. Two women in nun habits.
”It’s rare to see two women in a bar this late. You looking for trouble?” one adventurer joked.
”No,” the beautiful nun answered coolly.
Unusual visitors usually meant something was up. “Coincidences happen,” Klock thought but didn’t miss the embroidered symbol on the nun’s chest.
”They’re from Theocracy,” he whispered. “Mess with them, and you’ll have a world of trouble.”
The Holy Fritz Theocracy spread churches across the continent, even in the capital. Usually local clergy ran them, but these two looked like direct agents from Theocracy. If things got heated, it meant facing the entire Theocracy itself.
Others noticed too. Someone tried to approach but quickly backed off after seeing who they were. No one wanted to step on such a clear landmine.
”Hey, ladies. I haven’t seen you before. Are you traveling nuns?” one of the men, Zol, said with a smirk.
Klock knew these guys. Weak adventurers—worse than Valerie with her skinny arms, and far worse than Klock, a thief.
”No. We’re on a kingdom assignment,” the nun replied.
The men frowned at the strange answer. The nuns’ eyes shifted to the shop owner, who silently made an “X” with his hand. Other adventurers warned them or laughed quietly.
”Those two idiots. They’ll die soon, right? Should I start thinking about flowers for their graves?” one joked.
”No need. Their graves will be full of piss,” another said.
Klock kept eating, watching closely.
Zol and Heisel noticed the tense mood and finally understood they’d walked into a dangerous situation. They looked at the nuns again, eyes wide. The round Theocracy embroidery on their chests caught their attention.
Their smiles vanished, replaced by serious faces. “I see. If that’s the case, we’re good. Good luck,” they said and quickly left.
The nuns frowned. “What was that…?” one whispered.
”No need to worry. Let’s focus on our order,” the other replied softly.
”What idiots. If you’re scared of your own status, don’t even try to talk to them.”
Even though they were a bit rough around the edges, they were still the same women. Valerie had a more manly way of thinking—she wasn’t the type to shy away from anything. It was common enough to dislike men who were scared of women, but facing a state-appointed priestess made things harder.
Well, it was probably safer to just keep a distance.
But… leaving them alone felt like such a waste.
An obvious trap. This was the kind of person you should just ignore.
Still, as Klock watched, he noticed something important about the other woman in the pair.
…Her chest was huge.
Wow, that’s crazy.
How did he not see this before?
The sister leading the way was beautiful, so Klock had only focused on her. The other sister seemed plain and shorter, giving off a quiet, modest feeling. That’s why he hadn’t really paid attention. But looking closer, her large chest couldn’t be hidden under her cloak.
”Hey, hey, hey,” Klock muttered. “What do you mean ‘Theocracy-related’? This isn’t the time for that.”
Stretching his upper lip like a nervous smile, Klock made up his mind. He set a goal and quickly slipped into the role of a polite, good young man. He imagined himself as someone who respected women. He instantly forgot how eager he had been to get close to the younger sister just moments ago, and now aimed his attention at the big-chested one instead.
”Valerie, let’s switch seats,” Klock said.
”…Huh?” the girl replied, already done with her meal and waiting anxiously to leave. Klock stood and moved toward the sisters’ table.
The shop owner noticed and silently signaled Klock to stop with a glance. Understanding, Klock waved back and stood in front of the two women.
”Hey, ladies. This place might be small, but it’s popular, right? The beer here is famous in the capital. How about a drink?” Klock smiled brightly.
”Oh no, not another pickup,” the shop owner groaned, raising both hands in defeat while the other customers ignored the scene. Klock quickly held up four fingers, and the owner sighed, starting to prepare the beers.
”And you are?” the nun asked.
”I’m John, a ranger and adventurer. And this is…” Klock asked.
”My apprentice, Rebecca,” the younger sister said.
”Rebecca, huh? How about we chat? We haven’t left the kingdom ourselves, but if you don’t mind, could you tell us about your travels?” Klock flashed a charming smile.
The two sisters exchanged a glance. At first, John (Klock) seemed kind, and though his voice sounded young, his name was clearly male, so they didn’t feel threatened. They returned his smile warmly.
”Sure, we’re new to the capital too. Please, tell us everything,” the beautiful sister said, shifting her bag from the chair to the floor to make room.
Confident in his small victory, Klock thought he had succeeded. Then Valerie interrupted.
”Well then, I’ll excuse myself,” she said quickly and slid into the seat beside the beautiful sister—before Klock could move.
”…Then I’ll sit here,” Klock said, surprised.
Valerie’s sudden move caught him off guard, but she quietly took the empty seat. The round table had four chairs: Klock sat opposite the pretty sister, with Valerie on one side and the large-chested girl on the other.
Why is this guy acting jealous or something? Valerie wondered.
The beautiful sister was surprised at first but smiled, realizing Valerie had stopped Klock from sitting beside her. She must have expected him to sit there.
Well, even though she said they’d talk today, this is fine. I’ll make up for it next time, Klock thought. Actually, this worked better. Her guard was probably lower now, and more importantly, he was the one paying attention to her.
He smiled warmly at the beautiful sister and the other woman with large breasts. Trying not to be obvious, he avoided looking directly at her chest but kept the image in his peripheral vision.
”I’m Sara,” the beautiful sister said softly. “I’m a priestess. This is Oriana, an apprentice in holy rites.”
”Nice to meet you,” Oriana said with a slight bow, her chest pressing lightly against the table and trembling a bit.
Klock’s heart thumped sharply at the sight.
”Four beers, please,” Sara ordered.
”…Oh?” The drinks came quickly. Sara glanced at the female clerk with a raised brow. They exchanged looks, and the clerk handed over the beer smoothly. She was quick and probably used to this kind of situation. Oriana looked confused by the unfamiliar flow but accepted the drinks quietly.
”Oh, it’s really delicious. It tastes completely different from the other one,” Sara said, tasting the beer.
The beer was good, and Sara usually recommended it when trying to break the ice. The responses were almost always positive.
”By the way, in this kingdom, everyone toasts when they drink together,” Sara explained.
”A toast?” Klock asked.
”Yes. You gently tap your glasses together—”
They shared their first toast, then enjoyed their meal and drinks while chatting about their travels with growing warmth.
* * *
”Ah, geez! I am a priestess! My father is a bishop! Yet that old man──how could they let us go so far on our own! And his work is exorcism; isn’t that something we shouldn’t be doing!
Several hours later. Sara, who had become completely drunk and overly excited, kept complaining.
She endlessly spat out badmouthing words, calling people she didn’t know trash or worthless. When she looked at Oriana for help, she only responded with a nervous laugh and couldn’t do anything.
”Ms. Sara, you should get some rest soon,” Klock said, adjusting his tone to be polite, “I’ll take you there.”
He knew she was a priestess and tried to be respectful, but he couldn’t stay by her side forever. Quietly, he tried to hint that their talk should end soon.
Ms. Sara glanced at him sharply, her eyes full of challenge. “Really? Are you planning to act like a prowling wolf? I’m the daughter of a bishop, you know. Are you ready for that?”
She looked right through him, daring him. But Klock had no real intentions. Even though Ms. Sara was beautiful, her looks alone didn’t lower his guard, especially with her status.
Klock gave a nervous chuckle and said, “I don’t bother women who aren’t thinking straight.”
”Ms. Oriana, where will you be staying tonight?” he asked.
”Uh, at the western church in the royal capital,” Oriana answered hesitantly.
”A church, huh,” Klock said. “Well then, Ms. Sara, I’ll carry you. Can you lead me there?”
The royal capital was huge. Even though Klock moved here five years ago from Livorno, he still didn’t know the city perfectly. He acted like he didn’t know the way, hoping to share the burden.
Oriana nodded and took the copper coin he gave her for payment. As Klock lifted Ms. Sara, who protested lightly, he noticed people quickly looked away. It was clear they’d ignore if something happened.
”Wow, your back is really broad,” she said softly as they stepped outside.
The cool night breeze wrapped around them. Ms. Sara seemed almost lost in a dream, murmuring quietly. Klock wondered if he should just let her sleep early, but smiled gently and said, “Haha, that’s because I’m a man.”
Women are like fish, he thought—he keeps them interested until the moment they’re caught, never dropping his guard.
”Sorry, Mr. John. Priestess Sara is feeling a bit tired…” Oriana’s voice was soft and apologetic, her face lit by the orange streetlights in the magical town.
Klock smiled gently, thinking to himself not to trouble her more. He planned for her to make up for this later with her charm.
Oriana looked at him and smiled warmly, her cheeks faintly pink from the alcohol. She hadn’t drunk as much as Ms. Sara and still kept her mind clear.
”Ms. Oriana, are you alright?” Klock asked.
”Yes. I didn’t drink much,” she replied quickly, “But really, thank you both for seeing me off.”
”Don’t mention it,” Klock said. “We help each other out, especially when someone is hurt.”
He tried not to pressure her. Valerie almost said something unnecessary, but Klock stopped her quickly. Oriana’s kind words were not weakness; now wasn’t the time to show vulnerability.
”Um, Rebecca?” Valerie began, but Oriana cut her off fast.
”She’s already sleepy. Don’t worry about it,” Oriana said, smiling as if she just thought of a solution.
”How about staying at the church tonight?” Oriana offered. “It’s late, so going back now would be tough. Is it close?”
”No, it’s in the opposite direction… but if that’s okay? I’m honestly grateful,” Klock said.
”In that case, please,” Oriana replied. “The church is for helping those in need. We have rooms ready. You’re welcome to stay.”
Klock caught the chance. It was decided he’d stay the night.
This was too easy. No, just one last step. How should I finish this?
If he wanted, he could force something. With alcohol, he could blame any mistakes on being drunk. But Oriana didn’t need that. From their talks, she seemed easy to handle.
After leaving the shop, they walked for a few minutes. The night had grown darker. The owl’s hoots echoed as they arrived at the church.
Ms. Sara was fast asleep, breathing steady, her face buried in Klock’s back. If he became a wolf here, she might notice only after the fact. She was a little careless for someone so beautiful.
Drunk women were unpleasant, he thought. Sleeping ones were empty shells, and awake ones were weak or throwing up. It was a pain.
Taking women home after drinking was routine for him, but he learned it didn’t work for him. He liked women just tipsy—still clear-headed, cheeks pink, ears warm, and still able to talk. Especially if they had big breasts.
Inside the church, Klock carried Ms. Sara to a room on the top floor of the three-story building and gently laid her on the bed. He sighed, relieved after holding her for so long. Oriana explained the rooms that were free, then quickly said goodnight, moving to her room.
Klock invited her for another drink, not wanting her to leave so soon. Surprised, Oriana hesitated but agreed quickly.
She probably thought Klock was a wolf after Ms. Sara. Her flustered reaction showed she didn’t expect to be invited herself. Oriana was more normal than Ms. Sara—maybe a six out of ten on the scale, not too confident or shy.
They went to the second floor, the living room and common space. Oriana glanced at Valerie, then went to her room with a small pout, saying, “I’ll go to bed first… good night.”
Klock thought he should make it up to her next time.
”Do you know this wine? It’s popular in the Theocracy,” Oriana said, pouring drinks.
”I’ve had it before,” Klock replied.
Even a church had alcohol. Maybe for off-duty times. Churches seemed strict but were relaxed behind the scenes.
She handed him a glass and sat across from him. He wanted to sit closer but held back.
”What happened to the priest here?” Klock asked.
”No one’s in charge right now. That’s why we came… but don’t worry about it,” she said, pouring her drink with a smooth “plink” sound.
Maybe it was a secret. He didn’t want to know more. Better to change topics.
”Cheers,” they said together, clinking glasses.
Oriana suddenly spoke, “Um… I hope this isn’t rude, but I thought Mr. John wanted to get closer to Priestess Ms. Sara…”
The candlelight flickered as she talked. She seemed tipsy, saying things she wouldn’t when sober.
”Oh? No, I’m interested in Ms. Oriana,” Klock replied smoothly.
”Eh? Me? But Ms. Sara…” Oriana stammered, surprised.
Klock pressed on, “I don’t see it that way. You’ve been kind and thoughtful, always keeping our talks going and even asking to continue when the drinks ran out. I don’t know anyone as caring as you.”
Oriana blushed deeply and flapped her hands shyly, then drank a big gulp.
He wasn’t just talking about looks. Her careful actions at her shop showed a warm heart.
”I mean it. I want to know you better,” he said softly.
Oriana turned away, cheeks glowing in the candlelight. Her reaction was shy but positive.
Klock stood and moved to sit beside her. She looked surprised and smiled nervously. Gently, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened but didn’t push him away, lowering her eyes.
She didn’t refuse. Good.
He pulled her closer. Her head rested near his neck, and a soft floral scent reached him. She seemed to make a quiet decision and leaned in.
”Oriana… look at me,” Klock said quietly.
”Y-yes!” she answered, tense.
He calmed her by stroking her cheek and smiled. Then, he pinched her jaw and kissed her softly.
”Oof… mmm…” she breathed.
The kiss was gentle, no tongue, just soft pressure. Oriana trembled, holding her breath, her thighs pressing together nervously.
She might be feeling this for the first time. When he pulled back slightly, she looked dazed, eyes glassy. He stroked her hair gently, thinking her eyes might turn into hearts from this.
Slowly, his hand slid lower.
”Ah…” Oriana whispered.
He placed his hand on her soft chest, feeling the warmth. They moved lightly with a gentle squish.
This was too much. Her breasts were so soft, almost overflowing.
I’ve finally touched them after acting nice for hours. I can’t hold back anymore.
Feeling himself grow tense beneath his clothes, Klock knew it was time.
”Oriana, give me the key to your room.”
”…Yes.”
She pulled the key from her priest’s robe pocket beneath her hood, silently agreeing to what would come next.
He kissed her forehead gently, took her hand, and stood. Holding her like a lover, he began to walk slowly. Oriana looked down, embarrassed.
Klock made a mischievous grin where she couldn’t see it and led her to her room.
Notes:
• Valerie – Female. Klock’s younger thief sister, dressed like a boy. Her appearance is aqua-colored hair, slender, and youthful. She is loyal to her brother and acts as his accomplice. She is bold, sexually forward, and protective of her brother’s interests.
• Zol – An adventurer and drinking buddy of Klock. He appears with Heysl to intervene in the confrontation between Klock and Sylvia.
• John – A pseudonym used by Klock.
• Rebecca – The apprentice to the priestess Sara. Her presence adds a layer of intrigue to the group dynamics, and her role will continue to unfold in the chapters ahead.
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
• Sara – Priestess, bishop’s daughter. Beautiful, defiant, careless. Intoxicated, carried by Klock. Status complicates her relationship with him.
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