Lazy Salvation

[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]

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“My love… it is time for your meal.”

Astrid woke up in a grumpy mood. She didn’t like being woken up. No, she hated it. Waking up implied a before and an after, and both of those sounded like effort.

However, her mood was soon restored as she realized who it was that disturbed her.

‘My captor. Kokan.’

His identity didn’t have anything to do with her mood improving. It was just that this man understood her the most. And that made it so that she did not have to speak more than she had to; ideally zero words, though she’d settle for one syllable if he kept pushing.

“Yeah…”

She let herself be fed by the Greed Lord, chewing being the only labor she permitted herself that morning, then she let him clean the room.

Once the room had been cleaned, he made the bed, and in that time, she leisurely dozed off in the armchair, sleeping while awaiting a bed to sleep in, a level of efficiency she was proud of.

‘Haah…’

Her soul was at peace, and she barely had any stress.

Without the need to work, even the maids who regularly came at regular intervals stopped coming.

‘It sure is nice…’

“What are you doing here?!”

But today, Kokan raised a rare scream. ‘Was it because something happened outside? Now that I think about it, it has been a while since he came…’

Greed had cleared away the covers, and on the bed was a small woman, sleeping. Or was sleeping.

Embracing the Archmage’s pillow, she was just sleeping with a peaceful expression.

‘I don’t know her name.’

“What is Miel doing inside your bed, Astrid?”

“...No idea.”

‘No… I have a vague recollection of her coming in, but I didn’t have any interest in what she was doing, so I let her be.’ Getting up to investigate would have required getting up, which was, as a rule, off the table.

It wasn’t like she could harm her or do anything, and the bed was more than large enough. She had no reason to refuse.

‘…no wait. It was just a pain.’

As to why such a diligent maid as Miel succumbed to sleep in such an absurd place, it was all the archmage’s fault.

Or more precisely, her passive skills’ fault, which were infused with so many concepts that they started influencing her surroundings; apparently, laziness, given enough concentration, became contagious like a yawn, or a plague.

That was why Miel, who was one of the strongest members of the Mage Brigade, was acting as a maid here, but it looked like even she had been lulled by Astrid’s laziness, felled mid-shift like a soldier struck down by friendly fire.

“Get out.”

“Y-yes! Sorry!!”

The woman hurriedly left after bowing twice.

With only the two of them now present, Greed turned slowly toward the half-asleep woman on the armchair.

“My dear. I have already told you. You cannot sleep on the same bed with someone you are not in a relationship with.”

“I see.”

‘This man sure says some ethical things after kidnapping me.’

As she faintly considered such things, Astrid shrank herself into the chair, moving perhaps two centimeters, her maximum range for the hour.

“...You look tired.”

‘Someone woke me up from my sleep. So that’s of course.’ Waking up, she had come to believe, was the single most exhausting activity known to man, more taxing than actual labor, which she had never tried but felt confident dismissing regardless.

He moved to sit next to her, and she didn’t bother to scoot over.

“It’s been a while since I have seen you. Do you want me to recount what happened over the past year and a half?”

‘Do whatever you want.’

Astrid doubted there was any meaning to it. But she decided to at least quiet down and listen to his words.

‘It’s not like I’ll remember it, and rather than listening, it’ll just be entering my ears, though.’

“Humanity had finally united enough to launch a counterattack on the Narkal race… all because of a single man. Ashen Hart.”

“...”

“...We gathered more than five hundred million soldiers and all our Sin Lords except Sloth…”

“...”

“...It was going well, initially, but then… they appeared. Outer Gods.”

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“...”

“We have fought them for months, but some of us grew cowardly and decided to run away. By then, I had already found a way to obtain what I desired, so I also decided to leave.”

“...”

“The whole trip was filled with danger and death, but thankfully, every Sin Lord made it back alive, and we still have over half of our army.”

“...”

“But Ashen Hart… he still remains in enemy territories. I wonder if he will survive…”

‘I see you’ve got it rough.’

‘But why are you telling me this? I don’t do anything but sleep. I don’t even move. I am, structurally speaking, closer to furniture than to a combatant.’

“...I’ll ask just in case. But have there been any problems on your side while I was away?”

“...None.”

“I see… that sounds about right.”

His face changed in relief.

‘That’s a lie.’

‘There’s been something. It’s not really a problem, but a bit of a change. A single thing has happened to the stagnant me.’

‘I only noticed quite recently. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it was probably when Greed stopped coming.’

‘The truth is, I’m not a Second Step anymore.’

‘I became a First Step pathwalker: Endless Tranquility.’

‘Or a Sin Lord as they call it. Achieved, as far as I can tell, entirely through the sustained act of doing nothing whatsoever.’

Kokan didn’t realize it because concealment was what she excelled at most.

To his eyes, let alone the Second Step Pathwalker he believed her to be, she appeared no different from an ordinary mortal woman, devoid of even an iota of mana.

Even the place where she usually slept, while appearing entirely mundane on the surface, was concealed so thoroughly that anything beneath those mattresses might as well have ceased to exist to any supernatural sense.

That was also why he hadn’t realized the maid was on her bed until he saw her with his own eyes.

After all… concealment was an essential skill if she didn’t want to be disturbed; arguably the only skill she had ever bothered cultivating actively, on account of it allowing her to cultivate nothing else.

‘Well, even if my step changes, what I’ll be doing stays the same.’

‘I just live by existing as I am. Up until now, and probably from here on as well.’

‘Until the day someone kills me. Preferably a day I’m already asleep for, so I don’t have to feel it.’

As she was using her own thoughts to lull herself to sleep, Astrid felt a pair of hands disrobing her.

The motion was slow… and almost apologetic in its thoroughness.

Fabric slid away from skin. Long, flowing green hair spilled across the armchair’s back and over one shoulder in a loose cascade that framed her face without her lifting a single finger to adjust it.

Grey eyes remained half-lidded, fixed on nothing in particular.

The air of the room touched the pale skin of her small, lovely breasts, the soft curve of wide hips, the heavy, rounded weight of a big ass that sank deeper into the cushions, bare and exposed.

Kokan’s voice came low, close to her ear.

“My love… it has been a while since we did this. I was under a great deal of stress while I was away. I hoped you might help me with that.”

Astrid’s gaze did not sharpen. Her breathing stayed the same. The only reply she offered was the same quiet, flat syllable she had already given him twice today.

“I see.”

He took that as permission.

Hands moved over her with deep patience. He was a man who had long ago learned that any sudden demand for participation would only result in her going even more still.

Fingers traced the underside of one small breast, then the other, thumbs brushing lazily across the soft peaks until they stiffened under the attention.

He pinched, rolled, and tugged just enough to make them stand out against the pale skin, then let his palms drag down the soft plane of her stomach until they cupped the heavy swell of her ass.

Spreading those plush cheeks, he settled between her thighs while she remained seated, spine still curved in its habitual, boneless slouch against the chair.

The thick head of his cock nudged against her already slick folds, parting them with slow pressure.

When he pushed into her, it was a single, hard thrust that seated him fully, stretching her open around the full length of him until his hips met the soft give of her ass.

Astrid’s body accepted the intrusion the same way it accepted everything else: without protest.

She did not assist him in his penetration as a lover would do, nor did her hips shift to meet him. Her cunt simply yielded, wet and warm but utterly passive.

Grey eyes stayed half-closed. Long green hair shifted only when his chest brushed against it.

He began to move. Each slow roll of his hips dragged his cock deep against her walls, pulling almost free before sinking back in to the root.

The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking him again and again filled the quiet room.

As he started accelerating his thrusts, pleasure bloomed in heavy waves through muscles that refused to tense in answer.

Her breath deepened by degrees, growing heavier, which was the only outward sign that anything was happening at all.

No moan left her throat. Moaning required the coordination of lungs and vocal cords, and that felt like an unreasonable request on top of the already strenuous business of remaining conscious.

Kokan’s hands tightened on the flesh of her hips, fingers sinking into the plush curves as he held her in place and fucked into her with steady, grinding thrusts.

Every time he bottomed out, the heavy weight of her ass jiggled faintly against his hips. Her small breasts swayed with the motion, nipples still peaked from earlier handling.

Astrid’s head tipped a fraction to the side, strands sliding further across her collarbone as his movements became too fast for her to remain motionless.

She considered, dimly, that the armchair was still more comfortable than standing would have been, and that this entire exchange… being filled, stretched, and used… still required less effort than writing a report.

Her breathing grew heavier still. An involuntary hitch escaped when he angled deeper and ground against something sensitive inside her, but she made no further sound.

The lethargy that defined her did not lift; it simply made room for the thick, rhythmic slide of his cock and the wet slap of skin.

Either way, making him stop seemed to require more effort than letting him do as he pleased, so she just took it silently; cunt clenching faintly around him from pure reflex, nothing more.

Kokan’s voice roughened against her hair.

“You feel… exactly as I remembered. So fucking soft. So fucking easy.”

Astrid’s answer was the same as before, delivered between two deeper breaths.

“I see.”

He finished with a final, pressed thrust that buried him to the hilt and a low, broken sound of his own, forehead resting against the crown of her head as he pulsed deep inside her.

Hot cum flooded her in thick spurts, filling her until it began to leak around the base of his cock.

For a long moment neither of them moved. Then he carefully withdrew, the thick length of him sliding free with a wet sound, a trail of white dripping down onto the cushion beneath her.

He straightened her clothing as best he could while she remained a warm, uncooperative weight in the chair. The only tell of what had transpired was the red marks on those cute breasts, generous hips, and that full ass that was still imprinted by his hands

As Kokan simply held her, Astrid’s eyes drifted fully closed again, and that made her feel the released warm, sticky cum inside her all the more, followed by the slow trickle that occurred with every small shift of her body.

‘Oh, I remember now…’

‘This greedy man wasn’t satisfied by taking hold of my Innate Skill…’

‘He also went ahead and took hold of me…’

‘And even then, he was still not satisfied…’

‘So he went ahead and made me his lover…’

‘Ahh… what a pain.’ Existing as someone’s beloved apparently came with obligations; like being filled whenever he felt like it. She made a mental note to look into getting out of some of them, filed directly under things she would never actually do.

She complained so, but she was probably going to forget about the whole affair in a matter of days once again. That had been the cycle since the start.

Forget about it, get reminded about it, and then forget it all over again since caring was a monumental form of exertion, several tax brackets above her preferred rate of effort.

But as she drifted to a blissful sleep, she decided absently that the whole affair had been moderately less tiring than being in her previous place before her abduction.

It was faint praise, but praise nonetheless, and she extended it generously, seeing as extending it required no movement at all.

“Good night, love…”

‘G’night.’