'Hahhhhh.... I'm tired..."
A worker's hut near the mining site.
The hu. Which feels too small for even just three people to fit. Leaks out heartfelt voices.
I jump into the rather dusty bed and lie down. Even though I know it's not very nice.
This hut was originally a "Dormitory" For those working on the volcano.
It was set up as a countermeasure against those who tried to steal ore without a request (quest) from the guild or an official application for mining. The reason is that if you can create a situation where "Someone is always in this hut. It will lead to crime prevention.
"Thank you... For your hard work... It was...."
And now.
Cortol. Who usually sleeps on the top bunk of the bunk bed. Was the 'master' of this workers' hut.
They are supposed to work in shifts. But instead of staying at the workers' quarters at the foot of the mountain. They have been sleeping in this hut for a long time.
He said he was more comfortable being alone. And the other workers said they didn't want to sleep in such a ho. Cramped hu. So it was apparently a result of their mutual interests.
'Thanks for all your help today. Cortola. I look forward to working with you tomorrow!"
He talks to the ceiling in front of him. Dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and black half pants.
But from Cortol. Who was supposed to be beyond that? Resting on the bunk be. The only word that came back was a very small "Yes" In a very small voice.
He is not good at talking to other people after all. And forcing him to do so is not a good idea.
Beside. I've already had dinner and a shower. And my tired body is craving rest.
(... Come to think of it)
The actuality i. I have not felt the effects of the 'lewd crest' even once today.
The first day I was digging for ore – so all I could think about was saving Tetteh.
The actuality is that it's really a chore to do so.
"I didn't realise there was such a countermeasure..."
Gradually the eyelids fall away.
I didn't think about the effects of the lewd cries. Which didn't disappear even with the cleansing holy water. Would be hard to feel just from physical exhaustion.
It's really simple. But 'I'm so tired that I don't want to do anything Ichigo' seems to be effective.
At this rat. I'll do my best tomorrow and dig for dex ore while remaining pure and innocent here... And pondering that much.
With a pleasant sense of fatigue. I fell into a world of sleep.
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Good morning! Please come again today!"
Day 2.
Makina and Kortol. Who greeted the workers who had come to work from their quarters under the volcano and were already ready to go. Were the first to enter the "Magic Path".
Toda. To. He wielded his pickax. Carried away worthless stones with a trolle. And dug deeper and deeper into the tunnels.
When the ore we were looking for still did not appear after taking breaks for rehydration. Fatigue and impatience were building up.
Excuse m. Mr. Kortola.
"...?"
It's hot as quicksand. Do you mind if I take off my jacket?"
"... Please..."
To prevent injuries and burn. Everyone at this mining site wears sturdy work clothes with a fire-resistant finish.
However. If you keep wearing it all the time. Sweat will pour down like a waterfall. So most of us take off our jackets in the middle of the day.
Makin. Like the me. Couldn't resist and changed her jacket to a white short-sleeved shirt.
Exposing my white arms and skin cools me down some.
"Phew..."
Then he grabbed the pickaxe again and dug and dug and dug.
"......"
But Makina didn't notice.
The fact that I took off my jacket made me more or less exposed.
That the magical bosom of that 16-year-old was not quite the same as that of a 16-year-old. But it was a presence all the more powerful.
The most important thing to remember is that you can't just take a pickaxe and swing it around. Your breasts will sway and move.
Because of the gruelling work and the sense of purpose (rescuing Tet. I didn't care about the eyes of those around me. There was no time for that.
Most importantly. Because I hardly felt a glance from the cortola I was working with.
I finished the work again today without feeling any tingles of lewdness – again.
"–Not good today~..."
"There is... Still the possibility... Of...
After the first day. There was no harvest on the second day.
Ores and gems other than Dex are unearthed. And from what I've seen from Cortola and the other worker. It's impossible that they don't get any at all.
But the rest was up to luck. And it was true that the only thing to do was to keep digging patiently.
"...? 'Sole. What is it?"
"... Oh..."
Today I'm sitting on the bottom bunk of my bed in short sleeves again. Massaging my tired legs and feet.
After clearing away the dishes on the table. Cortola sat down directly on the floor and took out some kind of 'stick'.
"... This is... Also a 'magical tool'..."
The club. Like a mortar and pestle. Has a slightly bulging tip on one end.
The first time I saw him. I slapped my cheek onc. Which almost made me think of it as if it were a male organ.
?
O. N. N. No. Don't worry about it."
According to Cortola's faltering explanation. The stick was a 'massager'.
A rounded ore is attached to the tip of the stick and wrapped in the soft skin of a Poison Frog. Like the pickaxe used by Machina and her friend. The ore vibrates when magical power is poured into it.
"... Please."
Use i. Apparently.
I took the massager handed to me and flowed the magic power – sure enough. That magic tool started to tremble at the tip.
"Oh...!"
I look at the items I see for the first time. I didn't know that this kind of usage was possible not only with a pickaxe.
The. Fearful. I put the massage. Which trembled slightly. On my shoulder…
"Nn...! Hu. Ah~...!"
I've never experienced a feeling like this before. A feeling different from se. Etc. Spreading from my shoulders to my whole body.
It's like having your shoulders rubbed at high speed by a skilled masseuse.
A gut-wrenching voice leaks out. And he returns i. Blushing with embarrassment.
However. I was instantly fascinated by this new 'pleasure'.
"Wo. That's great...! U. U.... Can I borrow it again late...?"
"... Please..."
So Makina and Cortola took turns passing the message to each other. And the burbling vibrations loosened the stiffened muscles and tired spots.
"O.... It's good~ this~.... I'll buy it when I get back to Onsen town~..."
"......"
Once again. Makina had unknowingly let her 'guard' down.
The vibrations of the massager made both of her ample breasts tremble.
What happens if you use it when you are dressed with your slender hands or bare feet showing? What will men think?
But unlike the innkeeper and Tac. There was just no such (・・・・・) appeal from Cortola.
Without being strongly conscious of it as the opposite sex. She just kept pressing the magical tool (vibrator) against her body with a ho-hum and satisfied face.
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Day 3.
Today I continued to work in the diggings again. From early morning until late in the evening.
Perhaps because he got the hang of it. He was able to dig up some gems that were considered difficult for beginners to mine. In terms of rarity alone. They are more valuable than the ore that Makina is pursuing.
But the all-important Dex ore is not showing up.
The doctor said he could keep her for ten days. But he couldn't waste even a single day. I was getting more and more frustrated.
But there was one big 'change'.
It happened not in the mining operation. But in the inn room where they were alone.
"...?"
Late at night when the lights have already gone out.
A night when the heat and humidity made it hard to sleep.
Makina suddenly woke up feeling something 'different'.
"......"
(What is it?...?)
The bunk beds swayed slightly.
At first, I thought it was an earthquake. Since a volcano is located nearby. Tremors caused by eruptions are not uncommon.
But it wasn't. Cortola's voice leaked faintly from the top bunk of the be. And the bed was apparently the only thing vibrating in small increments.
And for a moment. When the shaking subsided – Cortola pulled up his pants and seemed to pull the covers over himself. And then he was quiet.
(This is...)
But Makina was sensitive to this.
This series of tremors. The voice that leaked out. And – the 'smell' that was faintly in the air.
(Ug. Lies.... Oh no...)
But come to think of it. It's only natural for a man to do 'that sort of thing'.
Looking back. I once comforted myself next to Tetteh's sleeping body.
There's nothing unnatural about being human. It's an inevitable part of communal living.
(Wel. Wel... Cortola is also a man...)
I was simply surprised (…).
I had heard that he wasn't good with women. And he had never shown any signs of beings. But I didn't expect it. I was more concerned about that.
When I became aware of this. I felt a tingle in my lewdness.
However. Due to physical exhaustion. I couldn't even muster the energy to get up.
In the end. We spent the night without incident that day – and night.
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Day 4.
I observed Cortola in light of last night. And it certainly wasn't 'not at all'.
If I take off my work clothes. He glances at me and then looks away.
He shakes the pickaxe a little louder and quickly turns around when his chest and sides are claimed.
It wasn't so much that he wasn't interested in the female body. It was more that he was trying (・・・・) to avoid it.
And it was a trend that was evident when he was chatting and laughing with the other workers during breaks.
"How's it goin'? Makina-chan! Sleeping in the same hut as Koltr. Are they doing something weird to you?
"Overseer! I'm not going to do that! Because it's that Cortola-san.
Yes! Mr. Cortola has been very kind to me and has been very...! He's a very gentlemanly man and...!"
The actuality i. The actuality i. The actuality i. The actuality i. The actuality is. The only ones who would attack you as soon as they see you as a woman would be the 'rapist of the royal capital' or you!"
"That's terrible. Director! Do I look like the kind of scumbag who raped 30 people and got thrown in jail?
Ha-ha-ha!"
"......"
He never tries to come in for chit-chat or obscene talk (the lowdown. But just sharpen his pickaxe in the corner.
But every time such a topic came u. Every time Makina's attention was drawn to him. I could tell that she would look at me with a pout.
But there was nothing conclusive. And the fourth day's work ended with the decision that it was probably just 'I'm interested in i. Though I won't show it.
And that night.
Cortola has repeatedly used the system of getting meals from the workers' quarters at the foot of the mountain and returning the dishes when he's finished.
I finished returning the dishes for two today. And when I opened the door to the hu. Thinking that all I had to do was go to bed…
"A. Welcome back. Mr. Kortola. I'm sorry for always leaving you to clean up after dinner."
...!
There. In a thin negligee. There was the figure of Makina pressing a massager against her shoulder.
I knew I hadn't brought too many changes of clothes.
The magical tools (vibrators) are also supposed to be free to use on each other.
However. Cortola's movements stopped for a moment as she looked at the camisole that was roughly open at the chest. The most revealing outfit she had ever worn.
The two flabby breasts are shaking and swaying with each vibration.
Her belly button and nape show through the thin fabric. And just moving her raw legs a little bit gives a glimpse of her shorts.
"N.... I'm so happy you like it. I knew I. You're so creepy....
Her voice leaks out in the pleasure brought by the massage. And the smell of freshly showered 'girls' fills the small cabin.
But he said nothing. And halfway up the bunk be. As if he couldn't stand it.
And so it was the fourth night for the two of them.
–Midnight.
Makina woke up to the sound of the bed creaking.
The lewd crests begin to glow. But I don't raise my eyelids.
I turn over and turn my back to 'the man standing by the bed'.
".... Fu..."
I can feel her breathing hard. And the sound of him rubbing his nads.
The whoremongers have already reacted. However. You must not lose here. Because at the time of Tac. I left myself to temptation and consequently put my subordinate (Tet) in danger.
So this time. I (…) I won't move. If I wake u. I might devour my carnal desires again like before.
The 'Machina' in this hut is sound asleep from exhaustion.
Whatever happens. Whatever the others d. It is none of our business.
That's what I've decided.
...!
And.
It's on my back. 'Bur. Bur. Burr'.
There was the sound of some liquid (・・・・・) being shot out with great force.
"... Umm..."
!"
With a natural movement. He turns over. His face is toward the top bunk of the be. But his eyes are not open.
The man in the darkness seemed startled for a moment. But when he realized there was no sign of getting u. He let out a relieved breath.
But the man seems to have noticed.
To the twin hills that claim from that negligee of the beautiful girl who lies on her back defenselessly.
"......"
The man made up his mind.
Gently. A large 'shadow' stretches out.
Then a hard han. Leaving a slightly fishy smell. Gently touched his left breast.
"...♥"
I won't wake up. Because right now. I'm sound asleep.
I have not succumbed to the lewdness. If anyone has succumbed to sexual desire. It is the man – Kortra – not himself.
"...."
Rustling and fluffing.
With a hand as if touching a fine glasswork. As if appraising a precious gem.
Careful. So as not to wake them up – the breasts are gently caressed in a way that conveys such a feeling.
Cortola's left hand seems to be rubbing her breasts. While her right hand is squeezing her one.
Rough breathing. The masturbation quickens. The way of rubbing which is taken to it increases boldness.
The negligee is pulled down. Exposing the ra. Ample tits.
"... Is... ♥ Oh... ♥"
When I close my eyes. I feel his touch more vividly.
As if to check the size. The softness. The smoothness. The dampness of my sweaty skin.
Then she runs her fingers up and down the stiffened nipples as if she were plucking a flower or squeezing her penis.
I almost open my eyes to such pleasure that is given to me. I want to give everything to the instinct roused by the lewd crest.
But still.
He didn't speak louder than his sleeping breath. He didn't wriggle. He just let Cortola's desires take over.
"Damn...!"
–And…
Once her breasts were squeezed hard and her nipples were pinched between her fingers and toe. Desire seemed to be unleashed.
More than the sound of a volcano erupting. My ears are hearing "Byuuuuu! Byukku...!" The sound of ejaculation is better heard than the sound of a volcanic eruption.
That magma-hot copious amount of semen splashed onto my thighs.
So when you finished the 'thing. You became somewhat calm.
Kortra hastily removed her hands from her breast. Wiped the semen from her thigh. And quietly returned to the upper bunk so as not to be noticed.
"...♥"
Apparently. The 'love juice' overflowing from the secret part was too dark to notice after all.
But with so much lewdness in action. She didn't get up and invited him to join her.
I'm working to save Tett. And I'm not going to do anything lewd anymore. I was able to keep that resolution today.
"... Heh ♥"
But–
When they do it 'from the other side' as they did tonight. It's called force majeur. I guess – in the bed covered by the dark night. I had a lewd smile on my face that I didn't know about.