Volume 9 Chapter 3 The Night Before Departure
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Mikhail hesitated for a moment before agreeing to guide us to the ‘original’ village. After a brief meeting, we prepared for our journey and planned to set off the next day—a tight schedule.
That evening, in my private quarters, Ms. Mor visited.
”Oh, Ms. Mor. Did Georgia ask you to take her place?” I asked, curious.
”Yes. She mentioned she’d be away on a trip and asked me to step in. My daughter is so thoughtful,” Ms. Mor replied, her words slightly hesitant, like a young girl’s.
I wondered if it was truly commendable for her to give up her scheduled duties to her mother. A faint sense of doubt lingered, but… well, it’s probably for the best. After all, they’re both important to me. It’s definitely a good thing, right?
I invited her in warmly. She was still standing at the door, waiting for my permission.
”Alright, Mor. Come in,” I said, gesturing with open arms.
”Mmm,” she purred, her tail wagging happily as she stepped inside. Since I’d been mentoring her recently, she’d become more affectionate and clingy around me. Now, when I held her, I’d simply call her ‘Mor.’ It felt natural.
”Master, how would you like me to assist you tonight?” Mor asked, her voice softening as I gently stroked her arm, her eyes meeting mine.
Her presence was always comforting, and there was no reason to decline. Far from it—
”Umm, could you do… that again?” I asked, my voice almost pleading, my reliance on her undeniable.
”Yes, I understand. Tonight, Mor will be here for you with all her heart. Please, relax and enjoy,” she said, her voice eager, as if my request brought her joy.
I still didn’t fully understand why they seemed so happy when I asked for specific gestures, but as long as we were both content, it was a positive outcome, right?
”Then, Master, please come here,” Mor said, sitting on the bed and patting the spot beside her, gesturing for me to join.
”Yeah, please,” I said, my voice unintentionally formal as I sat down, leaning back comfortably, her presence soothing.
Naturally, our conversation flowed easily. She listened intently, her expression warm and attentive.
”You seem so at ease because of me… it makes me so happy…” she whispered.
”I’m truly grateful to have you here, Mor,” I said, the reassurance of her companionship comforting me. For some reason, it was easier to confide in her than others.
She then offered a gentle smile.
”Then, Master, may I…?” she asked, her hand reaching out to offer a comforting touch.
”Mmm,” I sighed softly, feeling the warmth of her gesture, her presence so calming.
”Does this feel right?” she asked, her voice concerned.
”Yes, it’s perfect. It feels wonderful,” I assured her, her touch gentle and thoughtful. More than that, I felt gratitude and affection for her kindness.
And then—
”Then, Master, please allow Mor to be here for you, to support you in every way,” she said, her hand resting on my shoulder, her presence grounding.
”Ahh! Mor, that’s amazing! It feels so right!” I exclaimed, the comfort overwhelming, her presence and touch in perfect harmony.
”I’m so fulfilled, Mor! Morrr!” I whispered, helpless against the wave of contentment.
She stayed by my side, her hand gently soothing, her presence a source of security, like a caring companion. Even after moments of deep connection, her warmth remained, a constant source of comfort.
”Master’s well-being, I’ve supported as much as I can… but it seems there’s more to explore,” she observed, her voice warm.
Yeah. Despite feeling fulfilled, I sensed there was more to our bond, a deeper connection waiting to be nurtured.
”May I continue?” she asked.
”Please,” I begged.
”Yes… I’ll stay right here,” she said, her presence unwavering.
”It feels so right… Mor, it feels so right… ah, Mor… I appreciate you…” The comfort from her presence and gestures was indescribable. And Mor, seeing my contentment, seemed to redouble her efforts, her actions thoughtful and intuitive, guiding me to a place of deep peace.
”I’m so at ease again! Mor! Morrr!” I cried, my second wave of relaxation as profound as the first, my body calm, a sense of gratitude spilling over.
She remained by my side, her presence and gestures never wavering, her hand soothing my thoughts, giving me a sense of security, like a trusted friend. Even after the second time, her warmth lingered.
Eventually, after a third round of deep conversation and connection, I finally felt at peace.
”Mor, thank you. That was truly special…” I said, leaning on her like a friend, my cheek resting against her soft shoulder. Her presence felt so right, and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of connection.
”Master truly values this bond… it makes me so happy…” she said, her eyes softening as she held me close, her presence comforting, asking for a moment of connection.
Of course, I wanted that too. Our smiles met in a warm greeting, then I shared a heartfelt moment with her, our expressions entwined. The genuine connection, with her kind and gentle nature, was incredibly uplifting, and Mor seemed to enjoy it too. So, we stayed like that for a while, holding each other, sharing a long, meaningful moment.
After sharing laughter and leaving our spirits thoroughly light, we finally parted. Naturally, our connection remained strong, a sense of warmth lingering between us.
”Master, may I offer you my full support tonight?” Mor asked, her eyes gazing up at me adorably.
”You want to be there for me completely?” I clarified.
”Yes. I realize we haven’t explored this depth yet… though I’ve prepared in every way,” she explained.
Ah, right. I hadn’t experienced this level of connection with Mor before. Actually, I’d only shared it with a few. Mor, with her array of thoughtful gestures, had always varied her support, so we hadn’t reached this point yet.
”Then, tonight, may I be fully present for you?” I asked.
At my words, Mor let out a soft sigh and opened her arms wide.
”Master… I’m ready… please, cherish this moment with me,” she said, her expression a mix of joy and openness as she offered her full presence.
Unable to resist, I leaned closer.
”I’m here for you, Mor,” I whispered into her ear.
”Master… ah, Master…” she murmured, taking my hand and guiding it to her side.
”Be with me… mmph,” she said. As I moved closer, there was a moment of connection before her warmth welcomed me smoothly. She was clearly comfortable with this. Unlike other experiences, Mor’s presence felt almost embracing, effortlessly drawing me in.
”Ah, Mor… you’ve let me into your world too… thank you. I appreciate you,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
”And thank you, Master, for being here with me like this… and for your kind words… Mor is so happy… whimper… you’re becoming a bigger part of my life…”
Her presence was as warm as ever, but more intimate, embracing me with a gentle yet firm sense of connection. It felt far better than I’d imagined, no doubt enhanced by the deep connection I felt for her allowing me this closeness. I was already on the verge of feeling completely fulfilled just from being so close to her.
And yet—
”Then, Master… let me share this joy with you from here too… whimper…”
To my surprise, Mor gently placed her hand on her stomach and began to express her happiness in a way that felt uniquely hers.
”Mo, Mor, what are you—what is this…?” I stammered, touched by her openness.
”Yes… sharing this moment with you through my gestures… whimper, Master… how does it feel? Do you feel Mor’s happiness…?”
Her movements were fluid and heartfelt, as she expressed her emotions through gentle motions. Simultaneously, her presence felt warm and comforting, creating a sense of connection unlike anything I’d experienced.
Frankly, it was unbelievably touching!
”Ahh!? Mor! This is incredible! I’ve never felt so connected! Morrr!”
”Whimper! Your joy… it makes Mor so happy too! Mor… Mor… oooon!”
She was clearly enjoying the moment, her expressions genuine and full of life. Of course, I responded with equal enthusiasm, wanting to share in her happiness.
”Mor! Mor! My Mor! I cherish you! So much!”
”Ooon! Master! Masterrr! Be with Mor!”
We desperately called each other’s names, our emotions and gestures moving in unison. I wanted to convey my love and gratitude, to make her feel valued, to feel connected myself, to cherish her more—all these emotions tangled together as I held her close.
Mor, in turn, responded with her own heartfelt gestures, her expressions mirroring my passion. And when our eyes met, her gaze filled with warmth—
”Mor! I’m so grateful! Thank you for being here!”
Glow! Glow! Glow! Glow!
Despite this being our fourth moment together, I felt an overwhelming sense of connection and gratitude.
”Oooooon! Aooooooooon*!”
As we shared this moment, Mor finally allowed herself to fully express her joy, her presence radiant, her emotions flowing freely. I captured her hands in mine, and she responded eagerly, our connection deepening once more as we remained close.
* * *
”Master… did you enjoy being with Mor?”
After our moment ended, Mor’s eyes held a hint of concern.
”Of course, it felt amazing, and I’m so happy you shared something so special… but what’s wrong?”
”It’s just… I couldn’t give you my first here too…”
Mor looked sadly down, her brows furrowed. She seemed to mourn that she hadn’t given me her first experience in every way.
But—
”Mor, I’ve already received your first,” I assured her.
”What do you mean…?”
”You were the first person who showed me such unconditional care, and more importantly, I believe I’ve received something no one else has—your heart. Am I wrong?”
At my words, Mor looked stunned, then tears began to fall.
”…Yes. Mor has given her trust and heart to you… even my past experiences never inspired such depth in me… Mor… Mor…”
”Yes. Mor is mine. Until life parts us, you’re my Mor. I’ll never let you go.”
”Yes… yes… Mor is your Mor… yours…”
We held each other tightly, our eyes locked, still connected.
”Mor, we’ll be apart for a little while starting tomorrow… but I’ll definitely bring everyone back safely.”
”Yes… Mor will wait for you, trusting in you. Please leave everything in my care.”
”Okay, I’m counting on you… by the way…”
”Yes, I know. You’ll miss our moments together,” she said, her eyes instantly turning warmly.
”Master, next time, let’s share this in a new way… let me carry your love in my heart, so I’ll always feel connected to you.”
Her presence felt warm and inviting as she spoke.
”Okay. Next time, in a new way.”
I sat up, and she immediately lay comfortably, her expression peaceful and open. Her gestures were gentle and happy.
”Master… please cherish Mor even more tonight…”
In response to her heartfelt plea, I answered with kindness, sharing moments of laughter and connection, lavishing attention on her with gentle words and warm gestures.
Notes:
• Mikhail – Volodya’s brother and a guest of the guild, seeking to defeat Volodya for destroying his village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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