Chapter 148.5 Resting At The Bonfire
Chapter 148.5 Resting At The Bonfire
This happened one day before they reached the valley where the castle stood.
In the dark forest, cold wind seeped through everything. They had stopped to rest for the night. The group had just finished dinner, and Iryoku and the girls used Aqua to clean themselves off.
Iryoku stretched, smirked at the girls while openly eyeing their bodies,
“Time to get some night time in the carriage. Try not to make your husband wait too long.”
Then he slipped inside.
A little while later, the rest followed—Christina and Agnes among them. Just before entering, Christina adjusted her nun habit into its lewd form. She pulled at the laces, transforming it into nothing more than a tight corset and garters, her ass and tits spilling free without shame. Smiling to herself, she hurried inside.
“I’m ready to serve you, great god Iryoku—the holy breeder!” she shouted loudly.
Agnes hesitated for a moment, fidgeting as if something was on her mind. Then, gathering her resolve, she commanded Aqua to follow behind her. The water spirit complied, mimicking her perfectly—exactly the same in form and movement.
Yumi and Reika lingered by the bonfire a little longer, drying their hair with small towels. Alessandra walked over, her expression slightly serious.
Yumi looked up.
“Have a good night, Sensei—we’re turning in for the night,” she said cheerfully.
“Good night, Sensei,” Reika echoed.
Alessandra nodded, then suddenly stopped them.
“Wait. Come here—Yumi. Reika.”
She reached for Yumi first, gathering her short bob and tying it into two small pigtails with the rubber bands she kept on hand.
“Try this look.”
Then she turned to Reika, doing the same with her long black hair, neatly splitting it into twin tails.
“You both look younger and cuter like this.”
Both girls nodded, taking their sensei’s advice.
Alessandra’s eyes drifted over them—sleep shorts, thin tops, bare legs. She studied their bodies for a long moment, then stepped closer and began adjusting things herself.
“Lift this… pull here,” she muttered, tugging at Yumi’s top until one strap slid down her shoulder. Yumi’s huge chest pressed hard against the thin fabric, her tits straining like they were about to spill out.
“And I suggest you take off your bras as well,” Alessandra added flatly. “These shirts are thin. It’ll show your curves better.”
Without them, their nipples showed clearly through the cloth.
She moved on to Reika—her breasts smaller than Yumi’s but still generously sized—and adjusted her the same way. Then Alessandra hooked a finger into the front of Reika’s shorts and popped the button open, leaving it undone, her underwear plainly exposed.
“This way,” Alessandra said coolly, “he’ll probably like it more.”
“Thanks, Alessandra, Sensei,” Yumi and Reika said together.
“You two need to step up your game,” Alessandra added, her voice serious, though a small smile softened it. “Don’t let the others get a head start on you.”
“Yeah, that man is way too much of a womanizer,” Reika said with a laugh.
“What are we supposed to do with him?” Yumi added jokingly.
Finally, Yumi and Reika slipped inside the carriage.
Alessandra let out a long sigh.
A couple of meters away, Katherine sat quietly, watching the entire interaction in silence.
“Hey! I’ll show you how it’s done!”
“What are you doing? I can do that too!”
“Okay, my turn! My turn! Let me try!”
“Hahaha—the lord’s hardness has no rival!”
“Very nicely done—now line up! I’ll go through each one, hehehe…”
Loud laughter echoed from inside the carriage, drifting through the camp.
Outside the carriage—far enough away to pretend they couldn’t hear it—a makeshift cloth tent stood lifted near the bonfire. Two young women rested beside it, busy with their own tasks.
Katherine tended a pot over the flames. She dropped a root inside, waited a moment, then poured some of the brew into a small cup. She filled another and handed it to Alessandra.
“Here. Drink. It’s good against the cold.”
Alessandra, who had been staring at the dirt and drawing lines with a stick, turned slightly.
“Thanks.”
She took a sip. She didn’t really feel cold anymore with her current level of power—the fire probably wasn’t even hot enough to harm her—but the warmth felt pleasant anyway.
Katherine drank as well. She glanced toward the sky, about to speak, when—
The carriage suddenly began to shake up and down.
“Ahhhh—”
“Ahhhh—”
Moans drifted over the camp—muffled, but impossible to mistake.
Katherine sighed and shook her head.
“Can’t they be more quiet…?”
Alessandra chuckled for a moment.
Katherine glanced at her. Alessandra tried very hard to ignore the noises herself and sipped her drink awkwardly.
Katherine decided to ask—gentle, but direct.
“Alessandra… if I’m not being improper, I’ve been curious—why don’t you ever join them during their… intercourse?”
Her tone was earnest.
“You always move away and keep your distance. I really thought you were already his woman. Or is there some disagreement between you and him? And you clearly support their behavior—you even help the girls look better for him. Which is strange, considering you’re supposed to be their teacher.”
Alessandra shook her head.
“I don’t consider myself their teacher anymore… I haven’t really done anything teacher-like. If we manage to return, I’ll probably resign from the position. I’m not cut out for it.”
She exhaled softly.
“And as for him… I don’t think he sees me that way.”
She paused, then continued more quietly.
“But seeing them like this—seeing them happy—makes me happy too. And that’s enough for me.”
A memory surfaced. She let out a weak chuckle.
“I never thought he would turn out like this… He used to be such a cute boy—very smart. Such an innocent person… cheerful, too… When he turned into…”
She stopped, as if the words refused to come.
Katherine noticed something strange. One of Alessandra’s hands curled into a fist and began to tremble. Alessandra quickly caught it with her other hand, gripping far too hard. When she finally released it, a bruise was already forming where her fingers had dug in.
She acted as though nothing had happened and carried on.
“I judged him wrongly. He is a great man. The greatest I’ve ever met, I’d say.”
She turned fully to Katherine. Her eyes were sharp, yet oddly hazy.
“So I’m going to ask you something, Katherine… woman to woman. Joking, banter—that’s fine. If you want to be his woman, that’s fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”
Her gaze hardened.
“But don’t you dare hurt him. Don’t dare lead him on or manipulate him.”
Her eyes went cold with conviction.
Katherine gave her a questioning look, sensing the threat beneath Alessandra’s calm. She was about to respond when—
The carriage shook even harder—moans growing louder, laughter rising—the entire structure bouncing faster and faster.
“Hahaha, it’s so tight. I could never get tired of this,” one voice laughed.
“I’m scared to try it in there… but if you want to do it, go ahead! I won’t want to fall behind!” another voice called from inside the carriage.
Katherine raised a brow, glanced toward the carriage, then shook her head and looked back at Alessandra—who was still staring at her as if nothing strange were happening at all.
“I’m not interested in anything like that,” Katherine finally said. “I’m just someone trying to honor my agreement with him. After that… we part ways. That’s all I want.”
Much later that night, silence settled over the camp. Everyone was asleep—everyone except Alessandra.
She had moved away from the bonfire and from the tent where Katherine slept. Sitting alone, she stared into the darkness, thoughtful, her face hazy as if wrapped in old memories. The same scene replayed in her mind again and again, and each time it did, her eyes seemed to dull a little more.
One of her hands began to tremble, knuckles clenched tight. Her other hand moved on its own, gripping her forearm hard, holding for several seconds before finally letting go.
She exhaled and looked down.
A dark bruise was already blooming there again.
A faint smile crossed her lips, her eyes drifting out of focus—then her expression snapped back, sharp and resolute. She shook her head.
Her hands dropped to the ground until her fingers brushed against something solid—her mace. She looked at it and smiled.
Gripping the mace with one hand, she planted the other against the earth.
Then—crunch.
She let the mace fall onto her hand, careful not to make too much noise. She bit her lip hard, forcing back any sound. Her eyes flicked around the camp—the tent, then the carriage.
She looked back at her hand. It was crushed, the bones clearly broken.
For a brief moment, she smiled again.
She breathed out slowly, accepting the pain in silence. Then she lowered herself onto her back, stared up at the sky, and let herself drift toward sleep...
Some time later, the sun rose.
Light brushed her face.
She stirred and opened her eyes. The carriage door stood open. Iryoku was there, shirtless, stretching his body. His gear lay scattered on the ground nearby. He ran a hand through his messy hair, spat onto the dirt, then glanced toward Alessandra.
She met his gaze and instinctively hid her injured hand.
Iryoku only nodded at her, his expression serious—then flashed a small grin. Alessandra nodded back, forcing a faint smile.
He pulled on his shirt and gear, then leapt away, vanishing into the forest at maximum speed.
Once he was gone, Alessandra looked back at her hand. It was almost healed now—only faint scratches remained. She flexed her fingers.
No pain. No stiffness.
She stood, rolled her shoulders once, then dropped to the ground and began doing push-ups, slipping into her exercises as if nothing had happened at all.