“Damn…” I can’t help but exclaim. The contrast her bright blonde hair creates when being next to my pitch-black one is truly spectacular. She might have some real fashion sense because it’s absolutely amazing on her. It looks modern and trendy, something I can imagine being shown around in 21st century Earth, though, probably not with one’s real discarded hair.
“Blossom… You are one dedicated woman.” Ayame couldn’t help but voice her thoughts. Indeed, she was also in the room, working on her own weapon’s care.
“Of course she is! She loves Master!”
“Come, I wanna touch it.” I instructed, and she obediently plopped back into my lap, though this time her back was towards me and she purposefully kept her body a short distance away so that I could touch her hair comfortably.
Blossom somehow got my hair to be meshed together, creating this item. It’s much sturdier and heavier than normal, indicating the presence of some adhesive being at play. Doing so might be necessary to make it last the passing of time.
Ayame also approached to study Blossom’s creation. After a few minutes of groping her ‘hair’, we had our fill and it was time to reveal the other item.
“This is… For Blossom’s collar. Master, will you attach it for Blossom?” She asked in a hopeful but worried tone.
It was an item also made from my hair, a round object that had some vivid materials embedded into it. It was a dog tag, that read “Master’s Good Girl”.
Well, let’s just say that she is one obsessed girl. It feels elating to be appreciated to such a degree, to be honest. Others might find it creepy, but I think it’s absolutely adorable. I love such needy, clingy, dedicated girls.
“So this is why you are so anxious?”
“Yes… She knows she isn’t always a good girl, so Blossom doesn’t know how Master would react if she titled herself as such without permission…” My dog-kin stated while glancing at me with shameful, worry-filled eyes.
I can’t hold myself back any longer. I grab it out of her hand, attach it to her collar, and then lift the yelping girl into a princess carry.
“I think I know where this is going…” Ayame sighed.
“You’re free to leave.”
Just as so, I threw Blossom onto the bed, undressed both myself and her, and devoured the defenseless, turbo-submissive girl to my heart’s content. Loud smacking and euphoric moaning sounds soon filled the inn’s room, accompanied by the grinding of Ayame’s katana against the whetstone. She decided to continue her activity despite us being busy a few meters from her.
It seems she is very curious about the act, but refuses to admit it, using such a shabby excuse to stay with us. She easily could’ve taken her business to the next room where Aurora was busy concocting her creations.
Although I dedicate a hundred percent of my focus to the woman squirming under my body so I can’t say for certain, but I would easily bet that she stole glances at us, at least a few times.
I spent the next three hours of my life mercilessly plowing Blossom into the mattress, eating her out, having her service me, kissing her desperately, and so on. It was a good time.
By the time I had my fill, she could only giggle senselessly, though her happiness wasn’t up for debate.
“You almost killed her…”
“Well, if she had a partner in crime to share the burden with maybe she wouldn’t be in such a state. How about you make a noble sacrifice? Aren’t you samurai all about that? Honor and valor?”
“… On the battlefield, not… here. Anyways, you’re going to do it, huh? Visit the father, I mean.”
I nod, turning serious. “I will take Beatrice with me and let her decide his fate. It’s her right to do so. Hold down the fort for me, will you?” I asked while enveloping my beautiful warrior in a hug as I softly kissed the top of her head.
She wasn’t showing any signs of resistance. “… Sure. Be careful, Quinlan. It’s just a village, yes, but anything can happen. Inform me if anything goes wrong and open a portal, I will be ready to rush to your side throughout the entire night’s duration.”
Is this how a warrior feels when he is saying goodbye to his wife before going on a mission? I can’t say that I have any complaints. How heartwarming can this woman be, with her eyes glancing up at me, full of worry? She’s making me feel guilty about deciding to leave her behind, but I want to be the only one who accompanies Beatrice.
After one long, heartfelt kiss, I detached myself from her and donned my voice-changing mask and my battle armor. I also got a mask and a simple robe for my companion.
I exited the room and walked silently towards the one my twin servants occupied. Since it was in the middle of the night, complete silence surrounded me. I knocked very lightly on the door, and it didn’t take long for the brown-haired teen to welcome me in. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Beatrice seems to hold extremely high intelligence for a girl of her age and upbringing, as she fully understood my intentions just from the glance and nod we shared. She stayed awake, waiting for me to come get her.
I glance towards the soundly sleeping form of Anna, and so does her sister. She tucks her in and lightly kisses her forehead, then follows me to the outside of the room, where I quickly help her equip the robe and mask.
After a swift portal cast, we find ourselves in the forested area near where Pumpkin and her mother had been ambushed by the goblins on the day of my transmigration. I elected not to arrive within Aldoria’s walls, as that would’ve required me to walk through the guards manning the gate or find another difficult situation.
I crouch down and show my back to the girl, intending to give her a piggyback ride. I’m too fast to walk at her pace, and it likely would take us many hours of travel to get there.