Chapter 159 – Chapter 153 – Until the New Queen Comes (5)

The saintess looked at Hernán, drenched in sweat.
Hernan looked down at Marina on her bed, sweating quite a bit, though not quite as much as her saintess.

The air flowing between the two was also quite hot, and Marina’s face in particular was flushed from the increased body temperature.

“Bird, it’s much hotter than I thought.”

As if the saintess couldn’t stand it any longer, the blanket pulled up to her neck was pulled aside.
Then his clothes, damp from sweat, were exposed.

“As much as the healing magic effect is good, the body temperature must rise. The principle of healing magic is to increase the body’s own regenerative ability, so the better the effect, the more active the body’s activity will be.”

Hernan, who was explaining, also fanned his hands at the heat rising from his waist.
And she glanced at the clothes clinging to the saintess’ curved body.

Marina felt the gaze, twisting her body slightly and pulling her clothes down.
It was probably an instinctive move to tidy up the disheveled clothes, but the big breasts adhered closely to the clothes and created a more stimulating look.

Normally, I would have managed to ignore it, but the heat is rising here as well.
In other words, it is a position where the vitality inside the body is surging.

“Saint Marina.”

Hernán felt that it had been a long time since he had had a slight headache because of her libido, and tried to focus only on Marina’s face.
However, when he saw her face, he rather tried to distract her more.

“Why, Hernan.”

Just like Hernan, or rather, her whole body had been cast a healing spell, and Marina, whose body was energized more than Hernan’s, had a very excited face.

Her face and her panting breath.
And Marina’s unique body odor that gradually gets stronger.

As she opens her mouth and speaks to her, her soft voice catches her ears.

“Since the demon king left, he hasn’t been able to concentrate well…”

Instead of forcibly removing her clothes, which were now clinging to her breasts, Marina slowly flapped her skirt in the heat.

It would be less irritating if she quickly flapped her skirt, but Marina, still in her ailing state, was exposing the inside of her skirt as if tempting.

“Is that so? Sorry. Let’s continue our conversation.”

Hernán shook her head, realizing that she was focusing again on her body and not on her face.

Now is not the time to worry about that.
It would be better to go back to the conversation we had earlier.
Besides, isn’t Marina still not supposed to have sex?

“Yes, I think it would be better…”

Marina, who had just as much looked her opponent around as Hernán, nodded her head with her words muffled.

But she didn’t stop lifting and lowering her skirt.

“Didn’t you say Silnia’s body was healthy after giving birth?”

Hernán felt her headache aggravated by the scent of Marina’s body that spread with every flap of her skirt.
So her answer to Marina’s question was slightly delayed.

“… Sylnia is healthy. I also do postpartum care for about two days, so I feel as energetic as before.”

By the time she finished her answer, Hernán let her breathe in naturally.
Then, in addition to the damp smell peculiar to freshly shed sweat, there was a slightly fishy, ​​sticky scent.

“Then, the medicine Hernan has.”

Marina looked at the vial in her hand.
Hernan also waited for Marina’s words while looking at the ovulation inducer in her hand.

“I think it would be good for her to wait a little longer and then slowly administer it.”

“Marina…”

When I called Marina by her raw name, without using her title or title, the atmosphere in the room became even more awkward.

“Do you think it will be okay in the eyes of Saint Marina? The demon god wrote it down to be careful.”

Despite correcting her title, Marina rubbed her thighs awkwardly.

“If she were a human, she would have said to administer it for as long as possible, but Silnia is an elf. Elves themselves have much higher resistance to disease and poison than humans, and the woman named Silnia herself has a lot of stamina.”

The saintess seemed to have judged that if she was a woman like Silnia, she would be able to withstand a quick re-injection.

“So she might as well wait a few more weeks and start taking the medicine right away.”

As Marina said that, the sound of her soggy voice could be heard faintly from within her skirt.

Perhaps the sound of her thighs wet with her love juice hitting each other.

The saintess herself did not seem to notice, but Hernán, who was beside her, heard it very clearly.

Next time you wash Marina, you’ll be pretty embarrassed.

“Wouldn’t it be necessary to stop feeding her if I gave her medicine?”

Hernán deliberately raised his voice to cover up the sound of flesh rubbing against each other.
The saintess must have finally realized the sound coming from between her thighs, and she immediately stopped the shaking of her hips.

“Yeah, yes. I don’t know exactly what her ingredients are, but she’ll be safe that way.”

She continued her words with her face turned red.

“I don’t know if Silnia will stop breastfeeding her baby any time soon, but once she does, she’ll be safe that way. If she needs persuasion, Hernán will do it for her.”

“All right.”

Hernán stood up from his chair, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“It took too long. The women will be waiting in the nursery, so I’ll go back now.

“Yes? Oh, of course.”

Marina tried to turn her body towards Hernán for a moment.
But if she felt any pain, she went back to her upright position.

“I… Hernan.”

Instead, she grabbed Hernán’s clothes as he was about to leave.

“After using the healing magic, I will recover soon.”

Hernán took Marina’s hand holding her clothes and waited for her next words.

“Then… If so…”

She is unable to carry on with her words, unlike a saint who usually speaks well without interruption.

Gently kneading Marina’s hand, Hernán continued her words instead of her.

“To celebrate, let’s take a walk in the garden with our children. We sleep together.”

“Maybe?”

The saintess gave her a smile, but her face became something of a pity.
Seeing that expression, Hernán opened her mouth.

“Marina.”

The saintess flinched at the title Marina and shuddered.

“If your body gets better, my back will get better right away, right?”

“Yes?”

The content of her words is something ordinary that she already knows.
That’s why Marina seemed surprised by Hernan’s sudden plain language.

“Then our child who will remember you.”

Hernan leaned over the head of her bed.
With their faces close enough that they could swallow each other’s breath, he whispered slowly.

“Do you want to make it again?”

“Oh…”

Marina held her breath, her eyes fixed on Hernán.
And the face that was already red became even redder and radiated heat.

At this rate, one of the two is about to collapse from a high fever?

Hernan smiled and fell off the side of the bed.

“Then see you next time, saintess.”

“… Yes.”

Marina let out her breath and barely looked away from Hernán.

Hernan greeted the saintess who was not looking this way and was about to leave her room.

“Hernan.”

Then the saintess called him and stopped him.
Hernan reacted by turning his head back.

“Is there anything you would like to ask for?”

“That…”

Marina said, turning her head away from Hernán.

“When is your next treatment?”

Hernan laughed inwardly and replied.

“Tomorrow.”

The saintess put her hand on her cheek and spoke her words as if to let out a sigh.

“I hope you get well soon.”

“I agree.”

* * *

Hernan, who had washed the last thing, grabbed his throbbing hair and came out into the living room.

“A headache…”

Her healing magic activates her body, and Marina just emerges from her room in a rather agitated state.
The heat itself has almost cooled down, but the unfulfilled desire seems to have led to a headache.

If you want to endure, you can endure longer, but if possible, it would be better to get rid of this unpleasant pain.

Then, after all, it would be better to go back to the sharpie room and have sex.

Just then, he approached the demon king in the living room and started talking to him.

“Where are the kids and are you alone?”

“I left you in the room! Maybe Ella is singing her lullabies.”

“Okay? Then let’s go in.”

Despite Hernan’s words, Sharpie spoke without even making eye contact with her.

“I want to start with healing magic before going to bed.”

“Now?”

Sharpie nodded her head.

“Now.”

She had no particular reason to refuse healing magic.
Getting well as soon as possible is what everyone here wants.

Hernan handed over the magic stone Sharpie used during the day.
Then she blew her magic into Hernán’s waist.

“Sorrow, fly away…”

The area around her waist heats up as the sharpie casts her magic.
Hernán felt her head throb, and at the same time, the blood rushed to her lower body spontaneously.

After all, it would be better to sleep with Sharpie.
The risk of Sharpie becoming pregnant before Silnia is not a big problem if she avoids insertion or wraps outside the vagina.

“Sharpie. If possible, we tonight…”

“Tonight’s Dream Room is closed, sir!”

The demon king moved away from Hernán and turned her head.
As Hernan watched her red heart-shaped eyes turn away from her, she put on a puzzled expression.

“What? What are you talking about?”

The Sharpie smiled at her, still not making eye contact with her.

“Instead, a lady of noble lineage is waiting for you today!”

Before Hernan could say anything more, Sharpie smiled and circled around her table.

“Hernan? Don’t make me wait too long, let’s go!”

“Don’t just keep saying nonsense, tell me what you mean.”

Hernan groaned in confusion and headache.

“I’m getting a headache right now, so go in the room…”

“Come on, Hernan! Look here!”

Only then did he realize that Sharpie called him Hernán.

When we were alone, she always called her El. Why did she call her Hernán?

That question soon found an answer.

“A hero appears!”

With Sharpie’s cry, the door to Carine’s room opened.

“Carine?”

Hernan groaned, opening her eyes wide.

Of course, I wasn’t surprised by the appearance of Carine, the climax of this absurd play.
To be surprised in this contrived situation would require some effort.

And Sharpie, an expert in this field, was probably thinking the same thing.

That’s why she greeted him with preparations that would surely surprise Hernán.

“L…”

Karine is wearing a simple one-piece dress in bright colors.
The clothes she enjoyed wearing in the capital city before becoming a princess.

“Where is that… ?”

She smiled as shyly as Hernan remembered.

“My room… No, would you like to come to our house?”

In the living room where the dreamer had disappeared, the hero called his lover.