Yariyuu v10c32

Volume 10 Chapter 32 A Day That Won’t Go Right ⁕

Edited by: Kanaa-senpai

Klock frowned at the breakfast table, morning light casting shadows on his face. “Flavia’s still missing?” His voice was rough, like gravel.

Meina, the Merfolk princess, briefly met his gaze, then looked at Primlena, the cat-eared girl beside her. Suzette, a maid, hurried past with a bucket, her steps quick and purposeful.

”Yep,” Klock muttered, rubbing his temple. “She went to the Void yesterday and hasn’t returned. Something’s wrong.” He thought, This is bad. Without Flavia, they couldn’t enter the Void, needed to negotiate with the Beast Demon Tribe. I messed up the order. Should’ve dealt with the tribe first.

Suzette paused, setting down her bucket with a soft clink. “Today’s plan, Klock-san?” she asked steadily. Meina and Primlena watched him, waiting.

Klock leaned back, the chair creaking. “I’m meeting Ada’s officer at the barracks. Beast Demon Tribe talks will wait.”

Flavia knew about the talks. If she wasn’t back, something serious kept her. Probably fairies, Klock thought, jaw tight. He’d assume she wouldn’t return in time.

Primlena’s sharp voice cut in. “We’re at war, and Flavia’s missing. Delaying the truce could hurt us.”

Klock shrugged, drumming his fingers. “I made plans relying on her. Can’t blame her when I’m the one who depended on her.”

Primlena pursed her lips. “If you say so.” She shrugged slightly.

After a pause, she asked, “Still using the Nymph strategy?”

Klock paused, hand over his cup. He met her gaze, rubbed his chin. “Kispe can handle it.”

Primlena tilted her head. “No idea how long it takes from Crimson Spire to Great Wolf Forest, but through the Dream Realm, it doesn’t matter. Kispe’s been in that otherworld forever. She doesn’t need to march or meet deadlines.”

Klock nodded slowly. She was right. He’d focused on traveling together, overlooked the obvious: the Nymph strategy was separate from the truce. In this mess, Kispe could handle it.

Suzette’s voice was clipped, sharp. “Kispe’s idea, but she hasn’t defended the fort well. Why let her handle this?”

Klock sensed her disdain for Kispe. “Yeah,” he said. “Good call.”

The room felt tense. Kispe wasn’t popular. Primlena’s dislike was clear, even Suzette showed disdain. Klock scratched his neck. Kispe needs a win. To prove herself.

Suzette stepped forward, holding a bundle of rolled paper. “The magic scroll you wanted.”

Klock’s eyes lit up. “Already? Nice work.” He took the scroll, unrolling it carefully.

Suzette’s voice was even, with a hint of pride. “I checked every shop. No powerful scrolls found.”

Klock frowned. “Then what’s this?”

”I made it,” Suzette said, chin lifting. “With a magic pen.”

Klock’s eyebrows shot up. The scroll’s fire-based design was simple, but the patterns were unique. “What does it do?”

”Dragon Flame—Respiro del Drago,” Suzette explained. “No limit. One stone for a campfire, many for a massive blaze.”

”No kidding?” Klock grinned, turning the scroll. “Looks basic.”

Suzette nodded. “Uncontrollable fire magic. Drains magic power quickly. With stones, it’s unstable, not for daily use.”

Klock traced the ancient patterns. Old, raw magic, burning power in one burst. Perfect.

”Suzette,” he said, rolling it up. “Test it tonight. Tell Rachel to bring magic stones.”

Suzette’s face flickered with curiosity, doubt. She nodded. “Understood.” Klock felt gratitude for her trust. If it works, she’ll be amazed.

* * *

Later, Klock stood in the Northern District’s stone barracks, starkly different from Valture’s lively chaos. The air was colder, heavier, the walls solid.

A young officer, Deena, sat across from him, adjusting papers. “We’ve adjusted the march formation based on Brigante’s command structure.”

Klock leaned forward, elbows on the table. “What’s the setup?”

”Brigante joins Ada’s unit, but syncing is tough. They’ll lead the march instead of taking the right flank.”

”Leading, huh?” Klock said, lips twitching.

Deena nodded. “Grasso Count ordered it. Adjusting mid-battle would be messy.”

They’d discussed it before, but today included battle plans. Almost a leaders’ meeting, but Ada, the leader, was absent. Typical.

”Got it,” Klock said. “We have our own chain. We won’t mesh with Ada’s crew. We’ll operate separately.”

”Exactly,” Deena agreed. “Thank you, Klock-san.”

The room was quiet except for muffled soldier noises. Klock noticed Deena’s robe, open with a deep neckline. Damn. Before, she wore mourning clothes. This was bold.

Deena shifted, faltering. “Sudden battles… emergency tactics…”

Klock’s eyes lingered on her neckline. She noticed, hand twitching, then dropped. She flushed, voice shakier.

So that’s her plan. The outfit was a signal. She let him look, flushed but didn’t turn away. Klock leaned back, mind on her and their past. She knows our history. That’s why she’s doing this.

Deena was serious, proper, missed marriage chances. But he was a man she’d been with. Maybe she hoped he’d take responsibility, or just wanted something to happen.

Her voice trembled, fingers brushing the desk. The air felt heavier, charged. The room seemed smaller, walls closing in as her words faded into his thoughts.

Klock’s mind spun with too many women. Cianie’s mine, Suzette’s around, Meina, Primlena… I’m drowning. Deena’s hopeful eyes burned, but he pushed them aside. Can’t handle another.

A bigger issue nagged him. He needed to investigate Ada and the Count. Ada seemed open, but the Count? A snake. Nobility types couldn’t be trusted. Klock needed leverage, insight into their plans. Deena, with her glances, might be the key. Feels rotten using her.

Deena’s voice was steady. “Five-by-five square formation, defense focus. If no battle, link with rear troops, shift to right flank—”

Klock stood abruptly, cutting her off. Deena’s eyes widened as he circled the desk, sitting beside her, shoulders nearly touching.

”Uh… um…” Deena stammered, flushing red.

”Easier to hear from here,” Klock said lowly, grinning.

”Y-Yes…” Deena shrank, gaze on the desk.

Klock leaned closer, eyes on her. “Keep talking.”

He draped an arm, hand on her shoulder. Deena flinched, body bouncing, breath catching.

”Mr. Klock, you’re with Hero Anna, right?” she asked, voice small, eyes darting.

Klock nodded. “Yeah. Anna’s my woman.”

Deena’s face twisted, awkward yet soft. She stared, lips parting.

”I’m Nobility-born,” Klock continued, arm around her. “Anna’s from a neighboring house, childhood friend, marrying into my family. She’s fine with me having others. Nobility see it as power.”

He stretched the truth, but she didn’t need to know. Her eyes flickered, unsure, but her hand rested on his thigh. She leaned in. She’s waiting for me to move. All he had to do was tilt her chin, kiss her, and—

”CHICKI-CHICKI! BAD MAN ALERT! Storming in NOW!”

A shrill voice pierced the air. Klock jerked back, arm dropping as the door crashed open.

”He’s after Deena again!” Licia burst in, mock outrage in her voice. She pointed, eyes gleaming. Clara and Floriána followed, Clara with a honey-bob haircut, Floriána with swaying long hair.

”Ugh, it’s always him!” Clara said, hands on hips. “Knew he’d cause trouble.”

”Hey, big brother!” Floriána waved cheerfully.

Clara shoved between them, grinning. “Show’s over! No more nonsense!”

Deena stumbled back, pale. Licia jumped on Klock’s lap, arms around his neck. “Weird, huh?” Licia said, fake innocence in her voice. “You promised not to bother Deena. Why are you cozying up?”

”We’re in a meeting!” Klock snapped, trying to shift her off. Licia clung tighter, giggling.

Clara smirked. “Sit in front, not next to her, oaf.”

Klock glared, jaw tight, no comeback. The girls exchanged glances, a conspiratorial glint. He felt unease, like stepping into a trap.

Licia kissed him, hands cupping his face. The kiss was firm, deliberate. Klock froze as Deena gasped, “Mr. Klock?!”

Clara laughed. “Sorry! We’re his friends with benefits, just our usual vibe. My bad for doing this in front of you!”

”Friends with benefits?!” Deena’s voice cracked, eyes darting. “With girls this young?!”

”No! That’s not—” Klock tried to protest, but Licia’s arms tightened, lips locked on his. Clara grinned, fingers brushing his crotch with a belt clink.

”Clara, what the hell?!” Klock barked, squirming.

Clara blinked. “Guys get hard from a kiss, right? Just taking care of it, like always.”

””Always?!” Deena’s hands shook, shocked and betrayed. Floriána caught her, steadying her.

”Come on, Ms. Deena,” Floriána said softly. “Let’s get lunch. Don’t interrupt their fun.” She tugged Deena to the door, which slammed shut.

Klock shoved Licia off, gasping. “What the hell was that?!”

Clara giggled, fingers gripping him. “Licia, you got him worked up. Look—huge!”

Licia twisted, eyes widening. She dipped her head, took him into her mouth.

”Oi! You don’t need to do that!” Klock yelped, hands flailing.

Clara laughed, doubling over. Licia giggled, breath warm and teasing, pulling back to grin.

”What’s wrong with you two?!” Klock growled, face burning. Caught off guard, stuck with two giggling girls.

Clara leaned over, breath hot. “Happy with Licia’s mouth?”

”Happy my ass! Who said you’re my friends with benefits?!” Klock snapped, shoving Licia. “How do I face Deena? You think I want people thinking I’m into kids?”

Clara’s grin turned sharp. “You love it.” Licia giggled, tongue flicking. The sound filled the room, bold.

”Stop!” Klock said, shaking Licia’s shoulders. “You’re not good at it!”

Licia pulled back, pouting. “Not good? Rude!” But her eyes sparkled with mischief as Clara slid around to his back, her fingers slipping under his shirt to graze his chest.

”Bet you’d rather hang with us than Deena,” Clara whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Admit it, we’re more fun.”

Klock groaned, his head tipping back against the chair. This day just keeps getting worse. Licia’s teasing tongue, Clara’s wandering hands, and the lingering sting of Deena’s shocked expression burned in his mind as the room spun with their laughter.

Klock’s head spun, a mix of exasperation and reluctant heat. These girls aren’t amateurs. No way they’d handle him so easily—Licia’s bold mouth, Clara’s fearless touch—without experience. Too confident, too practiced for mere kids playing around.

”Alright, alright, I’m done!” Klock threw his hands up, surrendering with a scowl.

Clara grinned, her eyes glinting. “Knew it! Cla-Cla and the girls are way cuter, right?” She leaned over his shoulder, her weight pressing into him as she forced him to face her. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue slipping in without hesitation.

Klock’s breath caught. Clara’s tongue danced in his mouth, teasing and bold, while Licia’s lips worked below, her warm breath tickling his skin. Two girls, two tongues, overwhelming him from above and below. The faint scent of Clara’s perfume filled his senses, sweet and dizzying, as her kisses grew hungrier, pushing him toward the edge.

He reached to push her back, instinct kicking in, but both girls clung tighter, like stubborn kids refusing to let go. Licia’s muffled protests vibrated against him, her mouth relentless. “Mmph! Mmm!”

Months had passed since he’d last seen Tiet, his old flame. Her memory flickered in his mind, soft and fleeting, as his body gave in. With a shudder, he released into Licia’s mouth, his surrender marked by a low groan, like a man waving a white flag to a child’s tantrum.

Clara seemed to sense it, her arms tightening around him. She softened her kiss, her lips brushing gently now, no longer teasing. Her hand found his, squeezing tight, her touch steadying him through the haze. Despite her youth, she moved with a knowing confidence, far beyond her years.

Licia pulled back, her cheeks puffed out with a muffled complaint. “Mmmph! Too much!” she mumbled, her voice garbled.

Clara smirked, her lips still close to Klock’s. “Just swallow it already.”

Licia gulped loudly, a wet GULP echoing in the room. She wiped her mouth, exhaled a dramatic “Phew,” and then frowned. “Wait, weren’t we gonna show Deena the cum? Y’know, make her give up on him?”

Clara shrugged, her grin sly. “Eh, we already won him over. No need for that now, right, old man?”

Licia gasped, her eyes narrowing. “Wow, you’ll take any girl, huh? Total creep.”

Klock’s jaw clenched. These brats, scheming right in front of me. Their plan was downright devious—lure him in, make a scene, scare Deena off. He shook his head, half-impressed, half-annoyed.

Licia hopped off his lap, finally freeing him. He moved to adjust his pants, but Clara slid in front, straddling him before he could. His eyes dropped instinctively—her lower clothes were gone, her bare skin brushing against him. When the hell did she—?

Clara raised her hips, pressing her body closer, then lowered herself slowly. The tip of him grazed her, then slipped in with a soft, slick sensation that made his breath hitch. Her face lit up, a mix of bliss and strain, as she clung to him, her movements halting as she adjusted.

”Phew…” Clara exhaled, her voice shaky. “Too big… doesn’t quite fit.” Her lips curved into a teasing smile.

Licia leaned in, her eyes wide. “Whoa, Clara, you’re stretched so much! Doesn’t that hurt?”

Clara shook her head, wincing slightly. “It’s fine… but my stomach’s feeling it.”

Klock stared, stunned. She didn’t even use her hands. Her warmth enveloped him, tight and slick despite the lack of foreplay. Her lips brushed his again, soft and clingy, her breath hot against his neck as she peppered him with quick, needy kisses.

”So, old man,” Clara murmured, her voice playful. “Feels good, right?”

”Not bad,” Klock admitted, his tone gruff. “You talk a big game.”

Clara pouted. “Ugh, just say it’s amazing already!”

She looked about Elna or Lona’s age—Tiet’s juniors, probably no older. Her flat chest didn’t do much for him, but the way she moved, the way she took him in… it wasn’t half bad. Might as well finish this. Deena can wait.

Clara lifted her hips, then dropped, gasping as she hit a limit, unable to take him fully. “Ngh…!” Her movements faltered, her body trembling. She couldn’t slide or shift properly, stuck halfway. “No way!” she whined, her voice cracking. “This is too much! You move, old man!”

”What?” Klock raised an eyebrow.

”Your thing’s too big! It’s tough! You do it!” Clara demanded, climbing off him with a wet POP as she freed herself. She backed up, hopping onto the desk, her legs spreading wide. Her fingers parted herself, exposing slick, pink flesh. “There you go!”

Klock’s eyes narrowed. This kid, showing off like that? What’s she gonna be like in a few years? Tiet’s junior or not, her boldness threw him off. Still, he leaned forward, pressing himself against her as she guided him in.

”Ohhh!” Clara’s voice hitched, a high-pitched moan escaping as he slid back in, her body stretching to take him. Her narrow frame shuddered, her walls clenching tight around him. She twitched, her legs trembling with each shallow thrust.

Licia hovered nearby, watching. “You okay, Clara?”

”F-Fine!” Clara gasped, her voice a mix of thrill and strain. “This is… intense! I might die today!” Her walls pulsed, gripping him like they were already molded to him, betraying a confidence that spoke of experience.

Klock gripped her slim hips, pushing deeper, her softness giving way under his weight. “How many guys you been with, huh?” he asked, half-curious, half-teasing.

Clara grinned, dodging the question. “Forgot! Too many to count!”

Figures. She’d probably chewed through plenty.

”Don’t give me that look!” she laughed, her voice breathy. “Yours feels the best, okay?” Her flirty words came easy, practiced, as he thrust deeper. Her playful smirk melted into a dazed, open-mouthed gasp, her cheeks flushing red.

”Ngh…!” Clara bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they slipped out, raw and unpolished.

”Too much?” Klock asked, smirking.

”Shut up!” she whined, her hands reaching for his. “Hold my hand, old man!”

Her childish gestures clashed with her brazen confidence, but Klock obliged, letting her small fingers squeeze his tightly.

”Gonna… cum…” Clara announced, her voice deliberate, teasing, as her body dripped with need, her walls tightening rhythmically. Her hips bucked, her honey-bob hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, her body arching in a perfect curve.

She climaxed quickly, her high-pitched gasps filling the room. But Klock wasn’t done. He kept moving, using her trembling body as she clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “W-Wait!” she squealed. “Stop! I’ll die, old man!”

He silenced her with a kiss, pulling her head back to claim her lips, drowning out her protests. His hips drove harder, relentless, as her muffled cries vibrated against his mouth. “Mmph! Nngh!”

With a final thrust, he released, flooding her as her body jolted with a sharp twitch. Her walls clamped down, milking him, as he held her squirming hips in place, pinning her to the desk.

”Wow…” Clara breathed, her voice soft, dazed. “Never been… like this.”

Licia watched, wide-eyed, as Clara’s body trembled, still wrapped around him. Her childish boldness, her knowing grip—it lingered in the air, heavy and electric, as Klock caught his breath, the room thick with the aftermath.

Clara’s feverish warmth enveloped Klock, her body coaxing every last drop from him with a rhythm that felt too practiced for her age. Her ragged breaths brushed his face, hot and uneven, as she clung to him, lips still pressed against his. When she finally pulled back, she buried her face in his shoulder, nipping softly with a playful bite. “Mmm,” she huffed, panting, trying to steady herself in the afterglow.

Klock smirked, his voice rough. “Still alive, huh? Not bad.”

”Phew… phew…” Clara gasped, her chest heaving. “Barely.”

She collapsed onto the desk, sprawling limply, her flat chest rising and falling. Her thin shirt clung to her skin, the hard peaks of her nipples standing out. Klock reached out, flicking one with his finger, watching it bounce. Her body tightened around him, still joined, a sharp clench that made him grunt. He kneaded her chest, feeling the slight swell of her breasts, small but there.

”Mm!” Clara squeaked, her voice high and breathy.

He pulled out slowly, a flood of white spilling from her, pooling beneath her small frame. Her parted flesh glistened, open and raw. Klock slid a finger inside, teasing with a wet squelch, and Clara twitched, her body jumping with each touch, her gasps sharp and needy. Not bad at all, he thought. He wasn’t desperate for women, and their “friends with benefits” jab was just talk, but a quick fling now and then? Might not be the worst idea.

”Old man!” Licia’s voice cut through, sharp and teasing.

Klock turned, and there she was, leaning over the desk, her spandex-like pants pulled down to her knees, her pale, round buttocks thrust out invitingly. She grinned, her eyes locked on his still-hard length, daring him.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking into her smooth skin, kneading the soft flesh. His thumb parted her, revealing slick, eager warmth. She was soaked, strings of arousal clinging to her thighs—she’d been watching, clearly worked up. He pressed himself against her, the tip grazing her entrance.

Her heat was intense, soft but less yielding than Clara’s. Her slim frame lacked the fullness of a grown woman, but her hips curved just enough, undeniably feminine. He gripped her buttocks, pushing forward with a slow, deliberate thrust.

”Ngh…!” Licia’s confident smirk faltered, her body arching as he slid in. “F-Fuck… so big…!”

Klock chuckled, his voice low. “You’re no stranger to this, huh?”

Her body took him easily, no resistance, her walls stretching to accommodate him. She bounced lightly, her breath hitching, but she handled him like it was nothing. These girls… what, group hookups with their friends? They were too comfortable, too skilled for their age.

”Ugh…!” Licia gasped, her voice trembling with delight. “Feels like… my stomach’s gonna burst!”

”Watch your mouth,” Klock growled, half-amused. “Ladies don’t talk like that.”

”Says the guy doing this!” Licia shot back, laughing. “Come on, pound me already!”

Clara had been needy, but Licia was bold, unfazed. He pulled back slightly, testing her, then thrust deeper, her soft flesh clinging to him. Her buttocks quivered under his grip, and he pressed harder, making her gasp.

”Ah…! Fuck, that’s…!” Licia’s voice broke into a moan, her body already trembling. Her sweat-slicked skin glistened, her legs shaking as he held her hips, driving into her tight heat with steady pumps.

”Harder, old man!” Licia demanded, glancing back with a daring grin. “Don’t hold back!”

This kid… He’d been going easy, thinking she’d struggle, but her taunt lit a spark. Her side-tail bounced with each thrust, her childish look clashing with her brazen attitude. Probably the wildest of the bunch.

He picked up the pace, her soft buttocks rippling with each impact, her narrow walls stretching wide. He angled to graze her deepest point, and she jolted, her gasps sharp and shallow, her breath growing ragged.

”Old man!” Clara’s voice piped up, pouty and demanding. “Don’t forget me!”

A rustle of fabric hit the desk—her clothes, discarded. Klock glanced over to see her climbing up, kneeling close, her bare skin flushed. White trails dripped from her, pooling beneath her. Her small breasts jiggled as she leaned in, her grin wide and teasing.

”Thought you were done for,” Klock said, raising an eyebrow.

Clara giggled, pressing closer. “Psh, I’m young! I bounce back.” Her lips grazed his ear, her voice a playful whisper. “Bet you can’t keep up.”

Her nipple brushed his lips, and he took it in, sucking gently. It fit easily in his mouth, firm and promising despite its size. He kept thrusting into Licia, his fingers teasing Clara’s slick warmth, stirring her up for round two.

”Ngh…!” Clara squeaked, her voice trembling. “I’m… already close again!”

”It’s intense, right?” Licia panted, her voice strained. “Kinda too big… but I’m into it!”

”Too big!” Clara whined, her breath hitching. “Can’t… breathe…!”

Klock stayed silent, letting their chatter fill the room as he focused on the rhythm, his body moving on instinct. Licia’s body arched, her toes curling as she tipped her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her walls clamped down, pulsing hard as she shuddered through her climax.

”Licia beat me!” Clara pouted, watching her friend tremble. “You don’t hold back, huh, old man?”

”Damn right,” Klock muttered. With girls like these, he didn’t need to play nice. Their soft, eager bodies took everything he gave, and he wasn’t about to ease up.

Licia’s sweat-slicked buttocks quivered, her moans growing louder as he drove faster, the desk creaking under their weight. Her walls clung to him, milking him with every thrust, and he felt the pressure building again.

With a low groan, he let go, flooding her with a rush that made her jolt. “F-Fuck…!” Licia gasped, her voice breaking. “It’s… coming…!” Her body begged for it, clenching tight as he pinned her hips, pumping relentlessly.

Her narrow frame shook, barely able to handle him, but she took it all, her walls gripping like they’d never let go. He kept moving, slower now, savoring the aftershocks as she panted, collapsed against the desk.

”Thought… I was gonna die…” Licia mumbled, her voice weak but thrilled. “Too much…”

He didn’t pull out right away, letting the slow rhythm linger, her warmth still pulsing around him. Clara leaned in, her lips finding his, her fingers teasing her own slickness as if claiming him next. The two girls, wild and unrelenting, filled the room with their heat.

”So,” Clara murmured, pulling back with a sly grin. “No more Deena, right?”

Klock gave a tired smirk, raising his hands in surrender again. “Fine, fine. I’ll keep my hands off her. Next time I’m worked up, I’ll drag you two into an alley instead.”

Clara gasped, mock-offended. “Ugh, creepy! That’s, like, super disappointing!”

”Yeah, worst!” Licia chimed in, sitting up with a pout. “You think we’re just your toys or something? Keep acting cocky, and we’ll—”

”What?” Klock cut her off, grabbing both girls by their hips and pulling them close. Their smug expressions melted into dazed, eager looks—the kind women got when he was this close, this commanding.

”Look, I came here to work,” Klock grumbled, his hands wandering to their small chests, squeezing gently. They fit perfectly in his palms, no hidden curves like Kispe’s. Kids these days. He sighed, shaking his head as they teased him back, their hands on him, bold and unrelenting. “Why am I stuck playing with you two?”

Clara tilted her head, grinning. “Work’s done, isn’t it?”

Klock didn’t answer, his gaze drifting to the desk, still scattered with papers from the meeting that never finished. The room smelled of sweat and mischief, and as Licia’s fingers brushed him again, he felt the day’s chaos settle into his bones, a heavy, reckless heat.

Klock rubbed the back of his neck, his voice gruff. “Look, I needed to get close to Deena to dig up some dirt. Is Ada trustworthy? What’s the Count’s deal?”

Deena had been his way in, a perfect target with her ties to Ada. Sure, he felt a twinge of guilt for leading her on, but after the chaos with Clara and Licia, she’d probably steer clear of him now. Maybe that’s for the best.

Clara tilted her head, her grin playful. “Dunno what you’re on about, but Cla-Cla can snoop around for you.”

”Yeah!” Licia chimed in, nodding. “Clara’s got you covered.”

Klock raised an eyebrow. “And you’re just gonna sit it out, Licia?”

Licia shrugged, pouting. “I’d forget everything. Memory’s not my thing.”

”Still can’t believe you made it as a squire,” Klock muttered.

”Easy!” Licia giggled, her eyes sparkling. “I’m cute, so I just slept with the right people. Boom, squire!”

Klock stared, speechless. So that’s how it works. Talent or not, a pretty face and a willing body could open doors. He shook his head, half-amused, half-resigned. Guess that’s just the world.

Clara leaned closer, her voice teasing. “What? Jealous? Don’t worry, old man, your dick’s still the best.” Her grin was too smooth, too practiced.

These girls toss that line around like it’s nothing. Klock sighed as they took one last turn with him, their lips and hands relentless, before the day finally wound down.

By the end, Klock was the one dragging, his energy sapped. Clara and Licia, though, bounced back like nothing happened, chattering nonstop with high-pitched giggles. As they parted ways, they pestered him for pocket money. He handed each two gold coins, and they lit up, planting quick kisses on his cheeks. The gesture left him feeling oddly hollow.

”See ya, old man!” Clara called, winking. “Hit us up when you’re in the mood.”

”Bye-bye, perv!” Licia added, blowing a clumsy kiss. “Let’s hook up again!”

Their voices rang out, loud and shameless, as Klock hurried away from the barracks, his face burning. What the hell are they yelling in public for?

He glanced at the sky, orange streaks bleeding into dusk. “Damn, it’s already evening. Played around too much.”

He headed straight for the Valture Estate, the gate creaking with a loud SQUEAK as he pushed it open—a sound that always caught the attention of the Beastkin inside. Meina, the Cat Girl, was waiting at the entrance, her ears twitching as she bounded toward him.

Klock ruffled her hair, exhaling heavily. “I’m back.”

But something was off. Meina’s nose wrinkled, her brows knitting together as she sniffed the air. His stomach sank. Oh, shit. Her sharp senses caught the faint trace of perfume—Clara’s, Licia’s, maybe both. Her eyes narrowed, and before he could react, she yowled, “Sir Klock, you cheater!”

”Shh! Quiet down, Meina!” Klock hissed, his hands flailing. “Wait a sec!”

Too late. Meina’s cry tore through the Estate like a lightning bolt. Suzette, Primlena, and Rachel were there, and the news spread faster than a wildfire. The halls erupted in chaos, voices overlapping, accusations flying, as Klock stood frozen, the weight of the day crashing down on him like a storm.”Klock frowned at the breakfast table, morning light casting shadows on his face. “Flavia’s still missing?” His voice was rough, like gravel.