Chapter 620 – Deal With Choya

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Let’s clear things up, first, this is your bedroom.

And, in front of her is Hertiga.

It is a common part of the women who always visit this room, and in the soft moonlight coming in from outside the window, the white skin is emphasized and looks silvery blue.

Even the pajama she is wearing is a bit expensive in this Touhou country, and it seems to be a pajamas with a general design, but-

Compared to the clothes that covered the whole body that he usually wore, it was so exposed in many ways that it was difficult to know where to put his eyes.

In particular, the two peaks, like rice cakes, which are the largest among the women of the Eastern country that I have seen so far, are positioned as if they are slightly hanging down under her own weight, perhaps because she is not wearing underwear, and she breathes. Every time he did it, or every time he moved his body a little, it swayed, drawing Cleon’s attention to that direction without even realizing it.

Then, Cleon covered her own eyes with one of her hands, trying to erase her blasphemy.

Cleon did her best to calm herself down, and with her usual coolness, in her head she tried to sort out her current situation.

First of all, there were many difficult things today, so after returning home, I quickly fell asleep on the bed.

That was the last memory Cleon remembered.

Just before that, she says, ‘Cleon, you look tired. Why don’t you go to bed early today?’, She recalls hearing her kind words from Quon.

It is said that when a person is really tired and hears such a story, she almost bursts into tears without realizing it, but she was able to experience the fact that this is true.

Anyway, she replied to Quon, ‘Then I will…’ And after returning to her own room, she said that she would not disturb Galatea and Caliburn’s sleep, and she took human form and It seemed that she had left her room.

It felt like it had been a long time since I was alone and fell asleep.

The situation where the two swords were together, in fact, could not be called alone.

Like Sasha, she should have pretended not to wake up even though she felt the signs of women sneaking into her bed at night.

Besides, lately women who don’t seem to be coming to “Sleep” Have started entering the room, draining a lot of energy every night.

No, it was more tolerable than I thought so far.

I thought it was my role to do what they wanted, and if I could provide it, it was my job.

To some extent, there is also a self-employed side.

However, as Cleon’s personal wish, he also wishes that Layla and Quon, who are gradually getting hungry, be a little restrained-

Damn!

Doing so, Cleon hit both of his cheeks with his own hands, forcing his accident back as it tried to leak his way.

Of course, when a sharp sound resonated in the quiet room, Herti in front of her trembled and looked in the direction of Cleon.

Okay. Right now, in front of her eyes, was Hertie.

Among the main forces that divide the Eastern country into three: the royal palace, the temple, and the merchant society, he is the representative of the merchant society, and for himself, he is the benefactor who provided a place to stay in this country and Asteris along with the Princess of Beauty.

Also, not only that, but he was also a grateful person who gave unsparing support as a comrade to fight Adam, a huge enemy he had to deal with in the future.

That she-she is now lying on the bed in her own room, wearing her nightgown.

This experience itself is not the first, but it is always the story when Cleon wakes up early in the morning to notice it.

Herti has something like sleepwalking, so he’s been sleeping by opening the door to Cleon’s dorm, which was locked with his key, and sneaking into Cleon’s room several times.

Although, of course, it started to become more or less a daily sight for Calia to pick up in the morning and offer her apologetics with her deeply bowed head.

It’s not that there’s any harm, and Herti himself wants to fix it, but he said he couldn’t do it because he had a constitution.

Before going to bed, it would be difficult if you didn’t tie her body to the bed, but she is blind. She would want to avoid a situation where she stumbled and fell while doing such a thing, or when she woke up in the morning and would have a hard time getting up without help.

But now, she says, she is here on her own volition and not under the influence of her sleepwalking.

That would mean that he hid in Cleon’s bed with some intention.

Cleon is no fool.

What naturally comes to mind is a daytime story.

She has a magic stamp that can be said to be a pass to enter the Adamantite Mine.

When the story came out that it could be transplanted or cloned and passed on to others, Calia spoke up.

It is a story that if it is not the person who actually inherited blood, but the person who spent the ‘first night’ together, the magical imprint inside her recognizes that person as a ‘companion’.

It’s a bit old-fashioned, what to say, but it might be because the imprint was made at least hundreds of years ago.

Herti’s face, which could be seen vaguely in the dark, was slightly flushed and dyed a peach-like red.

Along with the tension, there was also the sound of somewhat rough breathing, with a feeling of anticipation somewhere.

Maybe, Herti herself-?

Until then, if Cleon’s thoughts are gradually sorted out-

‘…No, it’s all foolish for me to speculate like this to myself, and in fact, I might really have come to sleep.’

However, what activates there is Cleon’s passive skill dull [Everyone knows except you].

Even though all of her circumstantial evidence has gathered up to this point, to conclude that she can’t see herself as her member of the opposite sex is—

No matter how recently Cleon has been increasing promiscuous relationships with women, it is because the root is a slightly ignorant and gloomy asshole.

“Right. Then…”

Cleon nodded his head as if he understood everything and sighed.

Hearing Cleon’s voice, Herti swallowed her breath, closed her eyes a little tighter, and tried to prepare her body and mind for what was to come.

“Then. Good night…”

“…”

Cleon covered Hertie with his blanket and lay down on her bed, closing her eyes.

Then, as silence settled in the room again, it became quiet in a subtle atmosphere where only the breathing of Cleon and Hertie coexisted-

“——Hey, wait a minute!”

Suddenly, Herti raised her body, groping her hand to shake Cleon’s body.

“Ummm…”

Cleon, who had just fallen asleep, raises her body at the urging of her herti, voicing her like voice, and turns to look at her.

“Do you really not know why I came here…?”

When Hertie asks Cleon a question, somehow suppressing his shyness, Cleon desperately taps the calculator in his head to come up with the best answer.

“…I heard that you would get hurt if you fell while coming sleepwalking, so you decided to come in a state of sound mind beforehand?”

“Right, that’s right. Actually, I fell the other day and broke my nose——not!”

Cleon’s absurd answer seemed to have lost her mind for a moment, and Hertie gave an emotionally unstable answer, then grabbed Cleon’s shoulders with both hands and fixed his gaze before talking.

“I’m here! Early night…!”

“…”

In a half-irritable voice, Cleon was speaking so that he could not deny it.

“A daytime story. Do you remember? Actually, at that time, I was going to say that it would be okay if it was Cleon-nim, but Calia cut it off midway… But me. I don’t think I’m wrong about what I need to do.”

Then, to prevent him from running away, he continued his story as if he bumped into Cleon with everything he was thinking right now.

“Even old traditions collapse under new values. And if you don’t adapt like that, you’ll just be weeded out. In this situation, the most important decision I have to make is for the sake of this country—and, by extension, for the peace of the entire continent. It is to contribute to increasing the probability of finding Gaios even a little bit. Yes?”

After giving all the rational reasons, Herti takes a deep breath, as if it’s the first time he’s said so much at once.

Whatever it is, there is no doubt that she is also nervous.

“And-“

But, that’s not all.

I didn’t want to come this far and hide my feelings, doing a ‘wasteful thing’.

“I have special feelings for Cleon. Perhaps, I think this is the ‘love’ that other people talk about. I’ve never seen it before, and I’ve never felt this way for anyone else. I can’t express myself properly, but-“

The reason why I had such feelings was unexpectedly anything was good.

From the first encounter at the assassin’s house? Or, seeing Cleon throwing everything for Princess Amelia in the royal capital?

Maybe, when I noticed the human side that I could feel along with his fundamental goodness that he gradually showed while solving numerous cases after coming to the East?

If that wasn’t the case, maybe this feeling—- to the point where I thought it might have been an attraction by fate, I couldn’t even notice the buds of my own feelings for him.

It’s just that, when I came to my senses, it was only certain that I had grown this much at some point.

So, she wanted to be more certain.

By talking about it, by conveying it to the other person.

Because I thought that after conveying these incomplete waves of emotions to the other person, the other person would also hear his real voice mixed in it.

And- Cleon, who had heard all of that, kept his mouth shut for a while.

To the end- she was just choosing words to say what to say, but with no reply from Cleon, Herti might have gradually lost her confession.

Feeling that fear, his head was spinning in a mess.

“—That”

And for a moment, Cleon was about to open his mouth and say something.

What appeared before his eyes was Herti’s cute little face.

“Town…!”

A sudden kiss.

The act of touching one’s own lips with the lips of others.

Since ancient times, it has been used as a greeting somewhere, but most of it was done as a kind of skinship by lovers to confirm their love.

Herti, who closed her eyes tightly and covered Cleon’s lips, stuck her face as it was and then stopped as if it had hardened.

It’s just that just by taking the first step like this, all the room is gone, and it’s as if I’ve been restricted.

Even compared to Sasha and Amelia- no, even compared to Sasha and Amelia- no, even compared to anyone else in the party, the usual Hertie, who looked mature, was completely unimaginable. I feel the gap so much that I can’t.

“…!”

Maybe that’s why, without realizing it, she felt something that touched her heart with a thump.

Cleon, as he was, stopped trying to say anything about her in words, and carefully took Hertie’s head as she kissed her, and coveted her lips from his side.

Her kiss with her, which had not deviated from her kissing level of good night, changed its aspect in an instant when her Cleon side started to move.

“What!?”

Herti raised her voice in surprise, but soon her words were muffled by the slippery tongue of the other party as she opened her own lips.

The tongues of others move her own mouth, stimulating her tongue, teeth, and gums. She feels the sweetness of her sugar coming out of her own tongue at the sensation of her mouth being fucked.

At the same time, when Cleon’s mouth was empty, her soft tongue moved as if it were naturally drawn-

Only then did a kiss, like between lovers, sticky and yet checking each other’s body temperature, scent, and warmth at the same time.

Between the two of them, the sound of a kiss mingled with breathing echoed.

“Chuu…♡ Chuuu♡ Yes♡”

10 seconds… 20 seconds… 30 seconds…

Like a child interested in what she has learned for the first time, Herti, completely addicted to her kiss with Cleon, never thinks of dropping even as her breath fills, and she continues to kiss her mouth. I guess-

“…Chu…♡ Puha…♡ Haa-♡ Haa-♡”

Cleon had stopped kissing her only after she had removed her face before she passed her breath.

And, her face that came off was literally mushy.

Taken by the ‘pleasure’ she felt for the first time in her life, she forgot to touch the saliva that dripped down her chin like sugar dissolved in water.

She closed her eyes and pumped the lack of oxygen into her lungs.

The natural color of a mature woman’s disfigured face seemed to float around like steam.

Seeing Hertie’s face like that, Cleon barely endured her hugging her again and talked to her.

“…It is an act that stimulates more intensely than this. …Can you hold on?”

At Cleon’s words, Hertie thought for a moment and then shook her head.

“…No, I can’t stand it.”

At Hertie’s answer, Cleon nodded her head knowingly.

She ran hot up to this point, but the important thing was Herti’s will.

“Then-“

“But- I don’t think there is any need to hold on. I am giving Cleon the first.”

Herti said so, moving her own hand, stammering, grabbing her Cleon’s arm, climbing down her thick pillar – holding her Cleon’s hand and talking.

Herti was talking while smiling and bringing that hand to her cheek, rubbing it as if feeling the touch of that rough hand.

“For the most unforgettable night, please take my first. Instead- I want to receive from Cleon the feeling of ‘I’m happy to be with this person’.”

And—with the little finger of his right hand hanging over Cleon’s little finger.

“…It’s a deal between me and Cleon. How is it?”

“You have good business skills.”

As Cleon answered, he waved his little finger up and down once or twice—

Just as it is, he pulls her hair and holds her in his arms, falls down on her bed, and looks down on her from above.

From the strength of Cleon’s hand and the invisible but felt gaze from him, Hertie could feel Cleon’s will, saying ‘I can’t escape now’ and ‘It’s too late to turn back’.

When you read that feeling, you feel a chill run down his back and a little water trickling down between his thighs and soaking his undergarments.

‘Ah-‘

And, because of the environment in which she doesn’t know herself, what’s going on beyond her closed eyelids, her body is even more tense.

An overwhelming amount of experience, and, of course, Cleon, who can see both eyes.

Sexual experience is all about comforting yourself, and even that is really rare, but Herti is as sensitive as her body.

The difference between the two was so stark.

‘This is an unfair deal…’