As I walked through the bustling streets toward the inn, the evening air was tinged with the scent of roasted at and the faint hum of distant music. My steps slowed when I caught fragnts of a conversation.
"Did you really see her? I an, that famous Green-Haired Demon?" one adventurer asked, his voice tinged with awe and disbelief.
The pair sat outside a shabby bar, their clothes worn and stained with dust and mud. Despite their rugged appearance, they lacked the hardened gaze of seasoned veterans. Newbies—likely drawn to the adventurer's life by dreams of glory or riches.
I halted just within earshot, curiosity getting the better of . After all, they were talking about Rose. Her title wasn't just for show. Her raw physical strength was legendary, rumored to have felled a dragon with her bare hands.
In this world, dragons—though not the mythical beings of ancient lore, like the Great Ones—were terrifying creatures of imnse power. Even the lesser ones were ferocious enough to require at least a hundred experienced adventurers to bring down. Yet, Rose had defeated one alone, with nothing but her fists.
"Yeah. I saw her during a dungeon raid last ti," the other adventurer replied, his voice lowering as if afraid that rely speaking about her would summon her wrath.
My heart skipped a beat. If they'd really seen her, this could be my chance to learn where she was now. Without hesitation, I approached them, my footsteps silent on the cobblestones.
"Hello there," I greeted, my voice calm but firm.
Both n flinched, snapping their heads in my direction. Their eyes widened, and for a mont, I saw wariness flicker across their faces.
"Uh, hello..." one of them stamred, his gaze shifting as though searching for an escape route. He looked to be around my age, maybe a couple of years older. His companion remained silent, his posture rigid.
"I couldn't help but overhear," I continued smoothly, "You were talking about the Green-Haired Demon. I'd like to know more."
The tension was palpable. They exchanged uneasy glances, clearly reluctant to share information with a stranger. I didn't bla them. In this world, loose lips could get you killed.
I reached into my pocket and, with a flick of my wrist, tossed two small objects toward them. Their reflexes were sharp—they caught them mid-air without thinking. When they opened their palms, their eyes went wide with shock, followed by a greedy gleam. Gold coins sparkled under the dim lantern light, their polished surfaces reflecting amber hues.
The transformation was imdiate. Their guarded expressions lted away, replaced by wide, eager grins. Money truly was a universal language.
"Well, if that's what you want to know, we'll tell you everything!" the first man exclaid, his earlier hesitation gone.
They leaned in closer, their voices hushed as they eagerly recounted every detail they knew about the Green-Haired Demon.
***
After gathering all the information they could provide, I continued my journey to the inn. As I approached, my breath caught in my throat. The building was magnificent, standing tall and majestic under the evening sky. It was no ordinary inn—its grand façade was reminiscent of a noble's mansion, complete with ornate balconies and towering pillars illuminated by golden lanterns.
I stepped inside, my boots sinking into plush crimson carpets. Chandeliers of crystal and gold hung from the vaulted ceiling, their soft glow casting intricate patterns on the walls. Opulence dripped from every corner. This was the kind of place where only the wealthy and powerful could afford to stay.
Approaching the marble counter, I presented the proof of my reservation, neatly folded within the letter sent to earlier. The receptionist took the paper and, upon reading it, her eyes widened in surprise. A sly, knowing smile curled her lips as she looked back at .
"Please enjoy your night, sir," she said, her voice dripping with a playful undertone. She knew exactly what awaited behind those doors. Though I had my own suspicions, I rely returned her smile and played along. It was ant to be a surprise, after all.
I ascended the grand staircase, my fingers gliding along the polished banister. My heart thudded with anticipation, each step bringing closer to the room they had prepared for . When I finally reached the door, I hesitated, my hand resting on the golden handle. The letter had instructed to enter without knocking. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The sight that awaited stole the air from my lungs. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, candles flickering softly from every corner. Petals of crimson roses were scattered across the floor, leading a path toward an enormous, luxurious bed draped in silk sheets. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air, intoxicating and inviting.
"Happy birthday, Leon~"
The voice was sweet—so sweet it felt like honey dripping into my soul.
I turned toward the source of the voice. On the bed lay the three won with whom I shared intimate relationships.
Their bodies were bare, except for the delicate ribbons wrapped around them. The silk strands hugged their curves, teasingly concealing just enough while revealing so much more. The way the ribbons clung to their supple skin, winding around their breasts and hips, was nothing short of artful. They were gifts, beautifully presented, ant solely for .
They ntioned my birthday. Co to think of it, today was my birthday. I hadn't even realized it. I hadn't been keeping track of the days.
Was this my surprise? If so, it was a damn good one.
Their bodies were perfectly arranged on the bed, limbs intertwined, their bare skin pressed sensually against one another. The air was thick with anticipation, their breaths shallow, eyes gleaming with desire. Yr looked adorably disheveled, her ssy hair spilling over her shoulders, a faint trail of dried drool at the corner of her lips—a charming contrast to the seductive atmosphere.
"How is it, Leon?" Titania purred, her voice laced with mischief. Her lips curled into a playful smile, her eyes half-lidded with want. "Are you surprised? Is our gift to you beyond your wildest expectations?"
I took a mont to drink in the sight before —their flawless, exposed bodies wrapped like presents, ready to be unwrapped. Their eyes bore into , each gaze filled with longing.
"Well, I did have so suspicion as to why you insisted on bringing here, but... seeing this in person... it definitely exceeded my expectations," I confessed, my voice low, tinged with excitent.
"Fufufu... Then it seems our efforts weren't in vain," Titania cooed, her laughter soft and lodious. She exchanged knowing glances with the others, who responded with sultry smiles. Their bodies shifted slightly, making the ribbons tighten around their curves. They were inviting , tempting .
"Well then, Leon," Titania continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Aren't you going to co in... and savor your surprise?"
Refusing would be beyond foolish. My body reacted instinctively, heat surging through . I swiftly undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor, and dove eagerly onto the bed.
The mont my skin touched theirs, a jolt of electricity shot through . Their bodies were warm, impossibly soft, molding perfectly against mine. Their scents mingled together, sweet and intoxicating, filling my senses. I was enveloped in their heat.
***
anwhile, sowhere in the mountains near the Principality of Cohona, a rural land with a population of about five hundred...
Rose's POV
I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. My breathing was ragged, the remnants of a vivid dream still echoing in my mind. The warmth, the touch, the whispered na...
Realizing it had all been just a dream, I sat up abruptly, pressing a trembling hand to my forehead.
"Kuh..."
I gritted my teeth, my face flushing crimson as I recalled the vivid details. My body still felt heated, tingling from the imagined sensations.
"Why... why was I acting like so love-struck fool in that dream...?" I muttered, my fingers running through my hair in frustration. "What's wrong with ? And why... why was it him, of all people?"
It was always him—Leon. His face, his voice, his touch... They haunted relentlessly, no matter how far I ran.
"And yet, here I am, trying to distance myself from that scumbag..."
I had left the Kingdom of Milham behind, choosing the life of an adventurer to escape his presence. I traveled from one land to another, pushing myself to the farthest reaches of the world just to get away. Currently, I was in the Principality of Cohona, a small, isolated nation with a population of about ten thousand—a place perfect for soone seeking solitude.
"Ugh... Why did I have to dream of that...?" I groaned aloud, burying my face in my hands. It wasn't just a dream—it was a mory. A mory of his warmth, of his touch... of the way he made feel alive.
Even now, my body ached for him. It was infuriating. I hated him for making feel this way. And yet... my chest tightened, longing to know what he was doing at this very mont.
I shivered as the cold mountain breeze seeped through the window, brushing against my skin. Here, in this remote corner of the world, the nights were brutally cold. A chill ran down my spine, and despite myself, I craved his warmth once more.
***
Back to Leon
Leon's POV
I plunged into Titania's pussy, my cock sliding effortlessly into her slick, tight walls. Her wet heat enveloped , squeezing like a vice. My dickhead pressed firmly against her cervix, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Hnnnn! Aaah, Leon's cock is... is deep inside !"
Her pussy tightened around my cock, spasming as if it had a mind of its own, desperately clinging to every inch of . Her body arched beneath , her fingers digging into my shoulders as she trembled with pleasure.
Yr watched through half-lidded, sleepy eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitent. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, her nipples stiff and inviting. Trill's gaze was locked on Titania, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she traced her fingers over her own body, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I let my hands explore their bodies, fingers gliding over their silky skin, feeling every curve and dip. I traced the length of their thighs, moving upward until my fingers reached their wet, eager slits. Their bodies shuddered under my touch, hips rolling instinctively as they sought more.
Their moans filled the room, sweet and lewd, blending into a chorus of pleasure that only fueled my desire. The scent of their arousal was intoxicating, wrapping around , pulling deeper into a haze of lust.
For a mont, I felt a strange sensation—a fleeting thought, like soone was thinking of . But the thought was quickly drowned out by the sounds of their moans, the feel of their bodies clinging to , begging for more.
Whoever it was didn't matter. Not now.
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