Chapter 52 Some Chores (NSFW +18)
Chapter 52 Some Chores (NSFW +18)
Later in the morning, Yumi’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft glow of the crimson-hued sun—an unmistakable characteristic of this world. Blinking away the haze of sleep, she took in her surroundings, only to be reminded of where she was: still wrapped in Iryoku’s arms, their naked bodies pressed together in a close embrace.
Her face turned scarlet in an instant as memories of their night together surfaced—along with a faint, lingering discomfort in her lower body that made her shift slightly in place.
But then—
Her body stiffened. Something firm pressed against her lower back, sending an involuntary shudder through her.
She shifted carefully, trying to slip out of his grasp, but as she moved, her butt unintentionally rubbed against the hardness at her back.
A sharp shiver ran down her spine. “Ahhh…” A small, breathy gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Suddenly, the two arms wrapped around her tightened, holding her closer. His hands began to gently rub her overly big tits. Yumi looked up at his face—he was smiling down at her.
“How are you feeling?” Iryoku asked, his voice soft and affectionate.
Yumi took a calming breath, trying to steady her thoughts. We already did a lot… don’t get too worked up, she told herself as he groped her body.
“I… I think I’m... mostly fine,” she said shyly, as she shuddered a little, her gaze dropping. “Though I do feel a little sore down there.”
Iryoku who was gently grinding his erected cock against her round big ass, causing her to shudder even more.
Then, hearing her words, he immediately stopped. His arms loosened, and his expression softened with concern.
“I’m sorry,” he said gently. “It must’ve hurt a lot…”
Her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. Without thinking, she moved back into his arms, resting against him.
“I don’t have any regrets,” she whispered.
Her eyes briefly flicked downward, noticing his erected cock. Blushing, she looked away, then murmured, “I… I don’t think I can do it again right now… but if you want, I could use my hand…”
Iryoku face turned into a wide grin.
FAP FAP FAP
Yumi’s small hand moved firmly up and down, jerking Iryoku’s hard cock. Her face burned with embarrassment—she still wasn’t used to being this intimate with him.
Iryoku rested his head on her lap, casually sucking on her enormous tits. “Mmmh… such a delicacy, hehehe. They’re bigger than my head,” he muttered playfully as he flicked the tip of Yumi’s nipple with his tongue.
A small shiver ran down Yumi’s spine, but she continued tending to him despite her flustered state.
The breastfeeding—handjob combo
She had agreed to help ease Iryoku’s erection, though everything about the situation felt strange to her. “This… is too perverted…” she murmured, glancing down at his member. Her small hand, touching him, she could feel his cock throbbing beneath her touch—he was getting close.
She suddenly realized and muttered, “W-Wait, we need something… it’s gonna get messy.”
Iryoku quickly handed her something without missing a beat. “Here, use this,” he said, pausing just briefly before going back to savoring her twin peaks.
“Eh? This…?” she blinked in surprise—it was the panties she had discarded the night before.
“Hurry, I’m about to finish,” he said, voice slightly muffled as his mouth remained busy. “It’s either that… or your mouth.”
She reluctantly continued the handjob, using her panties. FAP FAP FAP until she suddenly felt a sharp bite on her breast. “Mmhm!” Iryoku’s cock tensed as his abdomen contracted, and in the next moment, a sudden rush of liquid gushed out, completely soaking Yumi’s hand and the panties.
Yumi glanced down at the panties, now smeared with cum. She let out a small sigh. “Why is there so much...?” she muttered. “Is this normal?”
Iryoku, grinning, stretched him self up and planted a bold kiss on her lips.
“That’s because it felt amazing, honey,” he said with a cocky smirk. “Besides, we’re stronger in this world—so that kind of intensity is a given.”
After washing up and getting dressed, they returned to Agnes' chambers once more. Diana quietly ushered them inside.
Yumi walked in holding Iryoku’s hand. She was still shy about the gesture, but didn’t pull away. His presence comforted her—especially since she still felt a bit of discomfort in her lower body.
Inside the room, several familiar faces were already gathered: the maids, Diana and Carla; Sir Jonas; and Aqua, who was mimicking the fat Count Maxwell.
“Yo,” Iryoku muttered casually as he stepped in, greeting them with a lazy air. His appearance was almost fully restored—his face clean-shaven, hair lightly fixed, and his posture confident. He wore clean servant clothes, and his signature white cord was wrapped around his arm, the concealed blade hidden but ready.
Agnes met his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away, a flicker of nervousness and concern flashing across her face.
Yumi, by contrast, was more formal. She gave a small bow toward the group. “Thank you… for taking care of us,” she said softly.
She was dressed in simple servant clothes as well, her cheeks rosy and fresh, her demeanor modest but warm.
Turning specifically to Jonas and the maids, she added, “I haven’t had the chance to thank you properly… for healing us back then.”
Jonas stepped forward and replied respectfully, “You’re welcome, Lady Yumi. We were simply fulfilling our duty.”
Agnes stepped up beside him. “I’ve already filled in sir Jonas, as well as Diana and Carla. They’re among the few people I trust completely,” she added, her eyes briefly meeting Iryoku’s.
Iryoku, visibly annoyed by the formalities, made a gesture with his hand to hurry her along. “So? Have you made any progress?”
Agnes nodded. “Yes. I’ve provided an alibi for the disappearance of the Count’s guards. Also, I’ve arranged for Aqua to wear a mask. Fortunately, his knights are used to following orders without question.”
She took a breath, then continued, “I’ve also updated the search order for Lady Alessandra and Lady Reika. The priority has been changed to locate only, with explicit instructions not to harm them. As soon as their location is confirmed, I’ll inform you immediately.”
Iryoku raised both hands, giving a double thumbs-up. “See? You can get things done when you put your mind to it,” he said with a nonchalant smirk. “Now, next thing—we’ll need some new gear. For me and little Yumi. Don’t go cheap on us, like the first time” he added, pulling out the small knife he had swiped from Agnes the night before. He twirled it idly between his fingers.
Agnes stiffened, her eyes flicking to the blade, her mind briefly flashing back to the events of the previous night.
“And get us a fast horse—or some kind of magical creature that can travel quickly,” Iryoku added, leaning back with a hint of frustration. “It took me quite a while to get here on a regular horse... And the first time, when Roghan was with us...” He paused for a moment, his voice trailing off.
“He was so fast, strong and Reliable, we took him for granted” he added quietly. “We need to be ready to move at a moment’s notice.”
Sensing the shift in his tone, Yumi gently reached for his hand, holding it with quiet care.
Agnes, surprised by Iryoku’s rare moment of melancholy, quickly spoke up. “Lord Iryoku, actually—I have some good news. Come with me, outside.”
They followed her out, along with her entourage and the fake Count Maxwell. As they stepped into the castle courtyard, a few knights wearing the death tree standard cast wary glances at Yumi and Iryoku. Before Iryoku could voice his concern, Agnes interrupted preemptively.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of it,” she said confidently. “They all believe you and Lady Yumi are now working directly under Count Maxwell. You could say… you’ve replaced his guards, who are currently off on a special mission.” She emphasized the phrase with a subtle smirk.
Iryoku gave her a nod, impressed despite himself. This girl really knows how to do her job when she puts her mind to it, he thought. Shame she didn’t act like this from the beginning. Guess she just needed a good spanking.
Finally, in the open yard, Agnes turned to face them. “let me explain something,” she began. “My summoned spirits—they’re a part of my soul. If I die, they die too. But not necessarily the other way around.”
She stepped forward slightly, her tone calm. “Once summoned, I can dismiss them easily and re-summon them later without expending too much magic. Think of it like… storing them in a pocket dimension. I can even dismiss them temporarily to recover some of my magic energy. Though in that case, I’d need to fully re-summon them, which costs more.”
Iryoku and Yumi leaned in, intrigued.
“But,” Agnes continued, “if one of my spirits falls in battle, their essence returns to me. After a bit of time, I can summon them again.”
As she finished, her voice lowered into a mutter, and both Iryoku and Yumi widened their eyes in anticipation.
Agnes raised her hands, moving them in deliberate, graceful motions—up, down, then to the sides—as a radiant glow of magic enveloped her fingers. Finally, her voice rang out in a commanding tone:
“Come to my aid—Rhogan!”
The ground beneath their feet trembled. The air thickened with magical energy, humming with power. Yumi and Iryoku’s eyes widened as a massive shape began to rise from the earth—a hulking, familiar silhouette.
From the soil itself, the form of a rhinoceros emerged. Its stone-like hide gleamed under the sunlight, intricate glowing runes etched across its body. This time, Rhogan appeared slightly larger, more rugged and imposing. His bulk radiated strength, and as he fully materialized, he let out a deep, rumbling snort, then stomped the ground with a thunderous force.
Without hesitation, Yumi ran forward and leapt onto him, wrapping her arms around his massive head. “Rhogan! Uhh… uhuh…” she whimpered softly, tears welling in her eyes as she embraced him.
Iryoku stepped up, a rare smile tugging at his lips. He looked genuinely happy—until he paused, his expression faltering. “It feels different,” he said quietly. “It’s like… he doesn’t recognize us.”
Agnes approached, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “After a spirit dies and is summoned again, its essence remains the same—but it’s like they’re reborn a new,” she explained. “He no longer remembers the bond he shared with you. All he knows now are the new commands I gave him.”
Both Yumi and Iryoku looked momentarily saddened by the truth. But then, Yumi’s eyes brightened with determination.
“Then… we’ll just have to spend time with him again,” she said, smiling as she gently pressed her cheek against Rhogan’s sturdy head.
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A man wearing the insignia of the Death Tree stepped forward and bowed slightly.
“Lord Maxwell, may I have a word with you, my lord? Alone...” he requested, his voice low and formal.
Agnes immediately sent a mental command to Aqua, preparing for a possible answer. But before anything could escalate, Iryoku vanished from his spot in an instant—appearing right behind the knight without a sound.
By the time the knight realized it, one of Iryoku’s daggers was already pressed against his neck.
Yumi gasped in alarm and took a step forward, instinctively wanting to stop him. Agnes, equally horrified, opened her mouth to shout—but Iryoku didn’t move any further. Jonas, seeing their reaction, began preparing a healing spell, while the maids stared wide-eyed.
“Hey, buddy,” Iryoku said coolly, his grin unnervingly wide. “You really shouldn’t approach our esteemed Count without the proper protocol. Bad habit.”
A cold shiver ran down the knight’s spine.
“I almost killed you... and maybe your whole family too. Oops,” Iryoku added with an exaggerated expression, as if it had all been an innocent joke. He stepped back from the knight and sheathed his dagger.
“See, we’re the new guards in charge of protecting our handsome Count Maxwell. So, if you’ve got something to say to him, it goes through me—or them,” he said, jerking a thumb toward Agnes and her group.
“But... it’s a message meant only for Lord Maxwell...” the knight protested weakly.
Iryoku didn’t let him finish. He leaned in close again, his smile never fading.
“Count’s safety comes first,” he said in a low, threatening tone. “If anything happens, are you going to explain it to his father? The great Death Tree himself?”
The knight broke out in a cold sweat. I’m just a messenger... he thought, panicked.
Iryoku's tone suddenly shifted to a mischievous whisper. He leaned close, shielding his mouth with one hand like a child about to share a secret.
“Alright, I’ll tell you something... but don’t tell anyone, okay?” he said with mock seriousness. “The princess over there—yeah, that one—she’s engaged to the Count. His future wife, got it?”
Agnes, who had been listening, nearly tripped over herself. What?! Her face twisted in disbelief as she turned to Yumi for answers.
Yumi gave an awkward expression, raising both hands and shrugging slightly, as if to say, I have no idea either.
The knight blinked rapidly, trying to keep up. “I... I see...” he stammered, still trembling from Iryoku’s overwhelming presence.
Iryoku gave him a little pat on the shoulder. “But remember, shhh... don’t let it slip. Their parents haven’t made it official yet. But between you and me?” He gave the knight a conspiratorial wink. “The fat... I mean, our handsome Count and the princess have been secretly in love for quite some time.”