Just a little more. Just a little bit more.
Her mind, elated with ecstasy, whispered.
That it wasn’t enough. That she couldn’t be satisfied with just this.
An incomparably deeper joy was right before her eyes, and all she had to do was grasp it.
“Uh…”
Like a situation where a lavish feast exuding a rich aroma is laid out before a starving wanderer.
Friede felt a wave-like impulse.
‘Ah, I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t…’
A wave of craving and lust surging like a tsunami, trying to break down the dam of reason. The taste of saliva remaining in her mouth was too sweet to resist.
Therefore.
‘…It’s Brunhilde’s fault, Brunhilde is to blame…!’
Friede muttered an excuse that no one else could hear, and rubbed her finger, now thoroughly wet with her own saliva, against Hilde’s lips.
At first, she lightly tapped, tap, tap, and gently pulled away. As if knocking to open a tightly closed door. But delicately, so as not to wake the other person.
And then, she gently pressed and rubbed along the line of the slightly parted lips with her trembling finger.
Carefully, as if applying cosmetics. Savoring the sensation with her fingertips.
“Mmm…”
Hilde moaned faintly as if sleep-talking. The warm breath escaping through her slightly parted lips gently caressed Friede’s finger.
Friede unconsciously pushed her wrist forward.
Slip– her small finger, thoroughly wet with saliva, slid into the parted lips.
Slippery and sticky, yet incomparably soft flesh warmly embraced the uninvited guest entering the mouth.
The sensation and warmth of the tongue transmitted through her fingertip. Friede’s eyes became dreamy as if in a dream.
She inserted her middle finger along with her index finger into Hilde’s lips, filled with moist heat, and carefully stirred, thoroughly exploring inside.
Lightly pressing and stroking the soft tongue, gently tapping the even teeth, rubbing the soft palate as if caressing it.
A low, squelching sound flowed out between the lips. Escaped saliva thoroughly wetted the mouth and trickled down.
Friede quickly brought her head close and stuck out her small tongue, catching and swallowing the saliva dripping down from Hilde’s jawline with the tip of her tongue. As if it were some heavenly nectar.
In fact, for Friede herself, it was a drop no different from celestial ambrosia.
None of the drinks she had ever tasted, not even the royal wine bestowed by the Rhine royal family during her hero days, had been this ecstatic and sweet.
“Uh…. Huungh…!”
After several dozen seconds that felt like an eternity, Friede, having gained a small satisfaction, savored the pleasant exhaustion as she pulled out her fingers that had been swimming in Hilde’s mouth.
Between the lips and fingers now separated, a thread of translucent saliva stretched in a gentle arc.
An incomparably enchanting sight. Friede trembled, lifting the corners of her mouth in a grin with a flushed face.
While naturally pulling out her left hand that had been constantly squirming inside her own pants.
A left hand thoroughly wet with something that was neither saliva nor sweat.
Between her slightly parted index and middle fingers, an opaque and sticky liquid stretched viscously like dew-laden spider silk.
Friede exerted the utmost self-control to overcome the urge to put those fingers into Brunhilde’s mouth.
‘No. I really can’t. This, this is too wicked…’
Friede’s reason, wavering like a candle in the wind, protested that this was still going too far.
It wasn’t right to forcibly make someone taste ‘this’ when they were defenseless and asleep, especially when they weren’t even in a relationship yet.
There was a qualitative difference between lightly touching someone’s tongue and putting this left hand into Brunhilde’s mouth.
The former could barely be passed off as a risky prank, but the latter was undeniably explicit molestation.
“Uh…”
Therefore, Friede, though writhing with regret, quietly wiped her left hand clean with a cloth.
This was the last remaining conscience in her.
And this decision was nothing short of a stroke of luck for Friede herself.
Just as Friede, having wiped her left hand clean, picked up the damp cloth again to wipe Hilde’s hair-
“Mmmm…”
Hilde, who had been asleep, let out a faint groan and slowly began to lift her closed eyelids.
Whether this was because the effect of the sleeping drug Gerda had administered had reached its limit, or due to the stimulation of having her mouth toyed with, no one could know.
“Ah.”
Friede, who had been bending over Hilde, wiping her lemon-colored hair with the damp cloth.
Blue eyes like half-melted ice blankly met her golden eyes.
* * *[ Hilde ]* * *
What’s this situation now?
I blinked my hazy eyes a couple of times, trying to focus my vision that wasn’t quite clear, perhaps due to having just woken up.
The girl’s face came into clearer view.
Her soft-looking red cheeks were dotted with faint beads of sweat, and her large eyes and slightly parted mouth showed clear signs of bewilderment.
“Friede…?”
“Ah, awah…”
When I muttered her name, Friede startled, pulling her head back and slightly covering her face with her hand as if trying to hide her confusion.
It was a strange reaction.
“…What are you doing?”
To the point where I wondered what on earth she had been doing in front of me to be so flustered.
If it had been a man, I would have been certain he was trying to do something untoward while I was asleep… but Friede was clearly a woman of the same age as me. That possibility was slim.
“Um, well, that! You see, blood! I was wiping off blood!”
See there.
Friede hurriedly raised her right hand to show me. In her hand was a small piece of cloth stained here and there with blood and dirt.
Probably, she had been using that to wipe my face and hair. I must have been in a terrible state, covered in the undead giant’s blood.
How kind of her.
Judging by the fact that I woke up in a cave, it seems she had moved me to a safe place after taking down Gerda, and instead of resting, she had prioritized taking care of me first.
With that level of character, she could have been a great priest rather than an adventurer warrior.
“Ah… I see, thank you.”
So I smiled slightly, lifting the corners of my mouth to express my gratitude.
“Ah, n-no, it’s nothing…”
As if to say this much was only natural… that it wasn’t something to be particularly thanked for, Friede lowered her head, avoiding my gaze as if a bit embarrassed.
It was a cute reaction. To the point where I almost forgot her actual age.
Is she really twenty years old…?
* * *
Anyway, after waking up like that, I wiped my hair and the inside of my neck with the cloth she had lent me, and asked about what had happened in the meantime.
While gulping down water from the canteen to rinse out my mouth, which had a strangely sweet taste as if candy had melted in it.
“So… you say that when you finally returned after barely defeating the Abyss Priest, you immediately threw your sword when you saw Gerda pointing a dagger at me?”
“Yes, that’s right. The sight of that woman and you, Ms. Hilde, collapsed in blood, looked like a very precarious situation…”
Friede nodded her head quickly as she answered.
According to her, when she first saw us, she thought Amy was already dead and I was on the verge of death, so she immediately concluded that Gerda was a traitor.
It wasn’t particularly strange.
Even during the battle at the ruins, there had been quite a few adventurers who had fallen for the Abyss Priest’s tricks and betrayed us.
She must have been certain that Gerda, though using a different method, was one of the traitors prepared by the Abyss Priest.
Anyway, after eliminating Gerda like that, Friede says she checked my and Amy’s condition and then brought us to a safe place to rest.
The reason being that if she had stayed there and encountered other enemies, she wasn’t sure if she could safely protect both of us alone.
“Is that so? Thanks to you, I survived. Thank you. Sincerely.”
There were a few minor misunderstandings in Friede’s judgment.
The first misunderstanding was that Gerda hadn’t fallen for Hugh Casvail, but had ambushed me aiming for ‘Brunhilde’s’ bounty.
In fact, she had become certain I was Brunhilde after seeing me take down the undead giant virtually single-handedly.
From my perspective, it had been more like desperately struggling and barely winning, but looking at the result, I had taken it down with just four slashes.
She must have finally become certain of my identity after seeing the power of <Iron Arm>, which easily surpassed the slash of an ordinary knight.
The second misunderstanding was her assumption that there might be other enemies remaining besides Gerda, considering her a traitor. In reality, that possibility was slim.
Judging from Hugh’s attitude, which had become extremely arrogant after summoning the undead giant, probably no other enemies would have appeared even if we had stayed there.
If anyone had appeared, it would have been the paladins.
Of course, this wasn’t something to blame Friede for. No, rather than blaming, it was something to praise and be grateful for.
Thanks to her, I was able to avoid the worst-case scenario of facing the paladins while lying in front of the undead giant’s corpse with my bare face exposed.
Although I had fought because it was a situation where I couldn’t escape, the fact that I had subjugated the undead giant was something that shouldn’t be revealed to others.
Especially if my face was exposed.
If those who saw my skills and appearance reached the same conclusion as Gerda, my life would literally be over at that moment.
In fact, I was a bit worried that Friede might have recognized my identity because of that…
“…”
“Huh? Um, Ms. Hilde, why are you staring at my face like that…”
“It’s nothing. Just, thank you.”
Seeing how she had saved me like this, I felt I could relax about that part.
If she had recognized my identity, she wouldn’t have saved me and brought me to the cave, but would have handed me over to people like the paladins while I was still tied up.
The very fact that Friede had saved me was clear evidence that she hadn’t noticed this body’s true identity.
Unlike Gerda, who had built up a long career as a ranger, Friede was a newcomer who had just started adventuring.
She probably didn’t know anything about hero parties from other countries, let alone her own country’s hero party. Probably.
So I should be able to relax for now.
…The problem is our magician over there.
I let out a faint sigh and turned my head to look at the red-haired magician girl lying across from me.
The woman who might have heard Gerda’s words, or who might have recognized my identity without showing it, just like her.
It would be fortunate if she hadn’t noticed, but if she had recognized my identity, what should I do with her?
It was truly a perplexing situation in many ways.