The shop was silent, an awkward tension lingering in the air between Xialdre, Natalia, and the old woman. Finally, Natalia broke the silence.
"Were you trying to scam us?" she asked, her voice sharp.
The old woman raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What if I was? The real question is, how the fuck do you know about Verdant Draughts?"
"Getting sassy now, are we? What if we do know about it?" Xialdre teased, his cold demeanor never wavering.
The old woman's eyes narrowed. "Not many people know about it. The Verdant Draught isn't written in any books, at least not the ones accessible to most. Knowledge of it is hidden—kept secret."
"I'm not here to discuss secrets," Xialdre stated, his tone final. "I came for a Rejuvenation Draught."
The old woman scoffed, crossing her arms. "Tsk. I ain't got any, young man. Besides, you seem like the silent type. You wouldn't waste time talking to someone like me, anyway."
Xialdre didn't miss a beat. "I see. Either way, we're done here. We have no intention of wasting time on idle talk. We're leaving."
With that, he turned his back on the woman, his black uniform sweeping behind him as he walked out of the shop. Natalia quickly followed, stealing one last glance at the strange woman.
As they stepped outside, a sinister dark aura seemed to manifest behind them, causing both Xialdre and Natalia to stop and turn back. Yet, when they looked again, the scene remained unchanged, the shop appearing just as it had before.
"Master," Natalia whispered, her voice cautious. "What was up with that woman?"
Xialdre glanced at her before answering. "She's a witch, like Emiko. I could tell by her aura and condition. She looks that way because of an overdose."
"An overdose?" Natalia questioned, tilting her head.
"Yes," Xialdre replied. "Using beauty spells excessively can have devastating side effects. The effects are temporary, and overuse will ruin the skin. Hers has become sore and deteriorated over time, making her look old."
"Is there a cure for it? For looking... old?" Natalia asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"There is," Xialdre admitted, his voice low. "The blood of a beautiful young maiden is the remedy. Someone like—"
"Me," Natalia interrupted, her expression grim.
"Yes," Xialdre confirmed, his tone indifferent.
Meanwhile, in a separate part of the town, Emiko and Nina lay face-down on massage beds. The room was warm, a gentle heat radiating from a nearby heater, and the air smelled faintly of aromatic oils. Both women were sweating, their only coverings the towels draped over their naked bodies.
"Hmm… Ahhh. Isn't a smooth massage the best thing after a long adventure?" Emiko sighed, her voice languid and content.
"I suppose so," Nina replied, her voice tinged with mild curiosity. "But tell me, have you been here before? You seemed to know exactly where to go when we arrived."
Emiko chuckled softly. "I've traveled to many countries across various continents. This town just happens to be in a country I've visited before. So yes, I've been here before."
"I see," Nina replied, intrigued. "So, you're pretty familiar with this place?"
"Not really," Emiko said, a wistful note in her voice. "The town has changed a lot since I last visited. It's been a long time since I walked these streets alive."
"That's fair," Nina commented, stretching slightly. "I guess it really has been a while since you… well, since you died."
Their massages came to an end, and the attendants quietly left the room, giving the womens a moment of privacy.
Nina rolled onto her back, grinning as she teased, "So… are you like an old woman then?"
"It doesn't matter if I am," Emiko shot back. "What matters is that I still have the curves."
"Still old, though," Nina teased, smirking.
"An old woman with G-cup breasts, thick thighs, and a beautiful face," Emiko retorted, a sly grin spreading across her lips.
"You have G's? That's impressive!" Nina remarked, genuinely surprised.
"That's right. G-cups. What do you have?" Emiko asked, her tone mischievous.
"F-cup. But they're still enough to satisfy Master, right?" Nina replied confidently.
"Not as much as I could," Emiko countered, grinning mischievously.
"Heh, you sure about that?" Nina challenged. "Thighs and boobs aren't everything, you know. My cuteness flows with my average boobs and thighs. Medium is premium."
"Yeah, but big is truth," Emiko argued, smirking.
"It's not about big or small. It's about skill," Nina shot back.
"Oh, really?" Emiko's grin widened. "Do you really think you're better than me?"
"I never said that," Nina replied, her tone growing daring. "But if you're asking for a duel, I wouldn't mind proving myself."
Emiko didn't hesitate. She jumped onto Nina, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined as Nina's hands slid up to grope Emiko's breasts firmly.
Pulling back briefly, Emiko grinned. "Whoever makes the other one cum first wins this argument."
Without waiting for a reply, she thrust her fingers into Nina's wet folds, making the younger woman moan softly. Nina retaliated by squeezing Emiko's breasts even tighter.
"It doesn't matter," Nina gasped. "I'm going to win and prove to you that I'm just as capable, even if I'm new here."
"You're overestimating yourself," Emiko teased, but her taunt was cut short when Nina stuck her fingers into Emiko's mouth.
"Suck on my fingers now, my darling," Nina commanded.
Emiko obeyed, her tongue swirling around Nina's fingers as she continued to pleasure her.
"You're already wet, hehe," Emiko teased, her words muffled by Nina's fingers.
"And aren't you dripping too?" Nina retorted, lowering her head to lick Emiko's chest before wrapping her lips around a hardened nipple.
Despite expecting it, Emiko moaned loudly at the sensation, retaliating by increasing the speed of her fingers. Nina gasped, momentarily caught off guard.
Their moans filled the room, both women fully consumed by their passion. Their tongues met again in a messy kiss, exchanging saliva as their movements grew frantic.
"Ngh… Ugh… Hnn…" Nina moaned softly.
"Harder… suck them harder," Emiko ordered breathlessly, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The two women pushed each other closer to the edge, their bodies moving instinctively. Their minds were clouded with lust, every thought consumed by the contest.
Finally, as the heat built to an unbearable level, both women cried out.
"F-Fuck… I'm cu—" Emiko gasped, unable to finish her sentence before her climax overtook her.
"M-Me too!" Nina moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
Their bodies trembled as they reached their peaks together, collapsing in a tangled heap of satisfaction. Neither could tell who had won, but in that moment, neither cared.