LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 34
Chapter 34 – The White Mage (3)
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“*Hnnng…*”
I pinched both her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, gently rolling and rubbing them. Francesca, nestled in my arms, reached behind her head and clung to my neck, trying to withstand the unfamiliar sensation.
“N-Nord, this feels a little strange…”
Weren’t nipples supposed to be difficult to stimulate without prior experience? The sensation Francesca was feeling was probably closer to a tingling discomfort than pleasure.
Deciding that focusing on nipple play would be pointless, I moved my hand down to her stomach. I could feel the contours of her muscles beneath her smooth, flat belly.
The stomach was a strategic location, providing access to both the breasts and the pussy. Having already conquered the former, my next destination was clear.
“*Hmm… ah!*”
*Splash…*
I scooped up water with the bucket and poured it over Francesca, while simultaneously using my fingers to clean her pussy. Shit, I forgot to trim my nails. I carefully scooped out the remaining cum, trying not to be too rough.
*Squish, squish.*
The fluid on my hand became thicker. Being naked and embraced like this had aroused Francesca. Her cute clit and nipples were now hard.
—*Drip.*
Surprisingly, even after half a day, there was still cum inside her. I finally felt comfortable enough to ask the question I had been avoiding due to the mood this morning.
“Francesca, were you… on your period yesterday?”
“O-on my period…?”
“…Was it your time of the month?”
Francesca shook her head. She didn’t not know how pregnancy worked, did she? I realized I knew absolutely nothing about sex education in this world.
“You know you can get pregnant if it’s not during or right before your period, right?”
“Y-yes. My mother told me when I first got my period.”
It was a relief that she knew. I’d ask about her cycle later. It wasn’t something to interrupt our current activities for.
“Okay. We should have talked about this last night.”
“Oh, you mean about wanting to… ah…”
I stopped talking and focused on moving my fingers instead. It seemed like most of the cum that could be removed manually was already gone. But stopping here would be rude.
*Squish, squish, squish—!*
—*Spurt!*
“*Hnnng…!!*”
Francesca’s habit during orgasm was to arch her back. She ground her ass against my cock and moaned as she came.
*Phut! Phut…!*
The final spurt of her juices soaked my hand. I met Francesca’s eyes as she pressed her face against my jawline.
“…”
*Kiss. Slurp. Mmmwah.*
Our lips met, and our tongues intertwined. It was a lewd exchange of saliva, devoid of any innocent affection.
“*Mmm… haaa…*”
I broke the kiss and turned slightly. A string of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping. Francesca wiped the saliva that landed on my neck with her hand.
“…Nord, aren’t you tired?”
Francesca asked, touching my cock. Honestly, I was about to explode. I took a deep breath and replied,
“Francesca, let’s just do it once.”
“…Sorry, Nord.”
Francesca said, then stood up and presented her ass to me. She reached back with her left hand and spread her cheek.
“Actually, I’ve been… anticipating it since earlier.”
—Oh, fuck. I couldn’t resist.
I became an animal and thrust into her pussy.
“*Hyaaah!!*”
***
After a quick and intense round of sex, we sank into the tub together.
“*Haa… My body is melting…*”
Francesca, sitting on my lap, scooped up hot water in her hands and murmured. I chuckled, finding her adorable.
“You said you come to the bathhouse often, but you’re reacting like it’s your first time.”
“…Hmph. You wouldn’t know, Nord, but the bath is too deep for me.”
“…? What does the depth of the bath have to—oh.”
I suddenly understood.
Francesca’s body was a miracle, less than 160cm tall but with the perfect proportions of an adult woman. Naturally, her seated height was less than 80cm. In a public bath designed for adults, she would drown if she sat down.
“I could wash myself here, but I couldn’t get into the hot bath. Standing didn’t feel like I was in the bath, and sitting made me feel like a diver. I was also embarrassed by people staring at me struggling.”
“I see. So that’s why you’re on my lap.”
“Hee hee. I just wanted to be held by you, though.”
Don’t say that with a smile. My dick was getting hard again.
“Are you trying to turn me on? Behave yourself, you horny dwarf.”
“Hee hee…”
Francesca shivered in my arms as I hugged her ample body.
Anyway, because we were cuddling and being lovey-dovey, my dick wouldn’t go down. Francesca glanced at her back as she felt it rubbing against her.
“It’s still hard. Doesn’t it hurt, even for men? Mine hurt a little this morning after we did it a few times.”
“That’s probably because I was too rough last night. Men also get sore if they stay hard for too long or cum too much. I used to be like that until recently.”
“Until recently?”
“Yes.”
Francesca picked up on the subtle change in my tone. I confirmed her suspicion.
I had rented this bath to reveal the secrets I had been keeping from her.
We were officially a couple now. It was different from last night, when we were, at best, good friends.
So it was only natural to share some of my secrets.
‘And this bath is designed for that kind of thing.’
The soundproofing must be excellent to prevent the users’ “noises” from reaching the other baths. It was the perfect place for a confidential conversation.
I began my story.
“Francesca. To be honest, I didn’t come to Sargardis to make a living as an adventurer.”
“Huh? What is it? A secret?”
Francesca looked up at me.
“Hee hee. You asked me if I was a noble, but maybe you’re actually a prince from a faraway land?”
“Not a prince, but I plan to give my girlfriend a life fit for a princess someday.”
“I’m glad you say that. But don’t overexert yourself, okay?”
“Of course not. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is—”
I thought about where to begin and decided to start with an introduction.
“—Francesca, do you know about Carmine University?”
“Of course. It’s a famous university in this country, right?”
“Right. And until a year ago… I was a translation slave and research student there.”
Other people’s stories could easily become boring.
So I kept my account of the past three years concise and to the point.
—I was arrested as an illegal immigrant due to a misunderstanding about entry procedures and sentenced to three years of slavery.
—I met Yernara Gracier, an archaeology professor, at the slave market and became a slave at Carmine University.
—My abilities were recognized, and I assisted the university professors with translation and archaeological research.
—I was freed from slavery after three years, but Yernara stole the thesis I had written to earn my degree.
—I earned a master’s degree with a new thesis and became a field archaeologist.
—I came to Sargardis to hone my skills as both an adventurer and a scholar.
—To avoid being controlled by nobles or anyone else, I wanted to marry multiple wives and establish a secure position as both a scholar and a patriarch.
And finally—all of this was part of my plan to acquire the technology for teleportation, my ultimate goal.
I omitted the part about coming from another planet called Earth. I wanted to tell her, but whether she believed it or not, it would only complicate things.
As I worked towards my goal, the connection between this world and Earth would become clearer. I could tell her then.
“—”
Francesca listened to my story in silence. Her wet bangs covered her eyes, so I couldn’t see her expression.
“—So, my official title is Field Archaeologist with a Master’s Degree from Carmine University. You know what happened after that, right? The two requests I’ve completed were both with you.”
I finished my story, feeling slightly uneasy about Francesca’s silence. I had revealed about 80% of my backstory. Except for the part about being from another world.
Francesca, who had been silent until now, quietly asked,
“…What about that Yernara person?”
“Yernara?”
Her first question was unexpected. I searched my memory and replied,
“She probably went to a university in Germania. They often unearth ruins from the mythical era, even older than ancient civilizations, so—”
“That’s not what I meant!”
*Splash!!*
Francesca stood up abruptly, splashing water everywhere. She turned to me, pushed her bangs aside, looked me in the eyes, and shouted,
“You said your thesis was stolen! The thesis you worked hard on for three years! Why are you so calm about it?! Are you doing this for my sake?! Don’t! Get angry! You have every right to be angry!!!”
Wow, sparks were flying from her eyes. Blue flames burned intensely. Francesca fumed,
“You should take revenge on that elf Yernara! Find her, beat her up, and make her apologize for stealing your thesis! Let everyone know that the research she was awarded for was actually yours!!!”
“C-calm down! Francesca! Why are you so agitated? It’s not like you.”
“You’re not getting angry at all, so I’m getting angry for you!!!”
I-I see.
I tried to calm Francesca down as she grabbed my shoulders.
“Of course I plan to get revenge someday. But I don’t have any immediate solutions, so I’m focusing on establishing my position first—”
“Then why did you sound so indifferent earlier?! It’s so unfair and infuriating!”
Francesca shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You have every right to be angry! It must be so much more painful and frustrating than anything I’ve ever experienced, so why aren’t you showing any anger?! This isn’t like you, Nord!!!”
“That’s because, according to the Resentment Weathering Theory proposed by a certain eminent professor of the Kurta clan, and the Runaway Ninja Method of Resentment Accumulation Training, combined with my own personal experience, the Nord-style Emotion Regulation Method—”
“Shut the fuck up!!!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I shut up.
“*Sniffle… sniffle…*”
Francesca, who had been shouting loud enough to shake the bathhouse, sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face.
*Drip… drip…*
Tears flowed down her rosy cheeks and splashed into the water, creating ripples.
“…Sorry, Nord.”
Francesca said, her long eyelashes glistening with tears.
“I got a little carried away. It’s true that I, as just your lover, probably shouldn’t interfere with your decisions.”
“No, it’s not like that! It’s not like that at all!”
Why the hell should Francesca suffer because of that bitch Yernara?! Seeing her dejected, I felt like my skin was being peeled off!
Yernara’s life wasn’t worth a single one of Francesca’s eyelashes!
“You’re absolutely right, Francesca! And what do you mean, ‘just your lover’?!”
“…Then what kind of lover am I?”
Don’t ask me that! With all my ingenuity, I condensed the torrent of words flooding my mind into a single sentence!!
“Francesca!! You’re the person I love most in the world!!”
“…Even though you’re going to take other women as wives?”
…Mr. Macho Man of Another World Nord, please step forward.
You’re fucking dead, asshole.
This was a fucking double bind!!! What was I supposed to do?! Gyaaaah!!
“…Hee hee. Just kidding.”
Francesca finally smiled.
“I knew all about it and fell for you anyway. And I want to get along with your other wives. I just don’t want you to abandon me.”
“Why would I abandon you? I’d die to protect you, Francesca.”
“Hee hee. Thank you. I’m happy to hear that, even if it’s just words.”
—*Hug.*
Francesca came into my arms and hugged me tightly. We were both submerged in the hot water, but I could feel her body heat vividly.
“…Nord, do you like me?”
“Yes. I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Enough to marry me?”
“Of course.”
I stroked Francesca’s soft hair. She murmured, her face buried in my chest,
“Then tell me you love me. Promise me you’ll take me with you.”
“…What about your dream of becoming a receptionist?”
“That wasn’t a dream. It was just something I settled on, going with the flow. And abandoned dreams just become memories.”
Francesca pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes.
“You told me to do what I want.
—You know? I want to help you, Nord.
It’s been so long since I’ve wanted to do something this badly, from the bottom of my heart. It’s also the first time I’ve ever admired someone.
That’s when I realized it.
I want to watch you work towards your dreams and help you along the way.
You just have to keep living for your dreams, Nord. It’s okay to take revenge, or to give up on everything.
But I absolutely hate the thought of living alone, thinking about you while you’re not with me.”
Francesca said, her blue eyes unwavering.
“My mother told me before she died that the regret of losing your first love was more painful than mistaking a fleeting feeling for love.”
—*Smile.*
Francesca smiled, a smile so adorable on her small face that it was almost unbelievable.
“But Nord… you won’t let me regret this, right?”
“…Of course not.”
There was only one answer to that question, no matter where I looked in this world.
“—I love you, Francesca.”
“—I love you too, Nord.”
We embraced and whispered our love for each other.
This kind of connection suited us far better than a hundred clumsy words.
It was a moment that made me understand why people were so desperate to experience love.
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