episode_0019

Deus Ex Machina, who emerged from the depths underground, was there to propel everyone forward.

Having been released from the spell, Lieutenant David, with a grumble, threatened to arrest Murian for obstructing official duties. However, Murian argued that she had only prevented potential loss of life due to unnecessary use of force, citing Manchester’s laws regarding magical practices.

Unable to defy the magical laws set forth by the powerful Manchester Magical Department, Lieutenant David reluctantly made his way back to the Security Headquarters.

The remaining three followed Murian’s lead and headed towards their original destination, the “Whispering Wind of Mice” Inn.

Although Eliza felt puzzled by the way Vyne let things slide without completion, she chose not to bring it up. Things were getting more complicated with the arrival of the envoy.

Vyne replayed in his mind the secretive and mystical words whispered into Murian’s ear.

Above all, the resounding and beautiful words.

“Hermoso… Verano….”

Vyne had completely forgotten these miraculous words. He used to mutter them whenever times were tough, until he was pinned down in the depths of hell, unable to recall them until Murian whispered them into his ear.

Hermoso Verano. Even the Northern Tongue, which traces its origins to human languages, and even the Southern Elf language, could not perfectly translate those words. The closest translation to the literal meaning was ‘Beautiful Summer,’ but among the fairies, the words held a deeper significance.

Hermoso Verano carried the meaning ‘everything will be okay.’

Whenever things got tough and painful, Vyne would murmur, ‘Hermoso Verano, Hermoso Verano.’ Although he didn’t understand how a word describing a beautiful summer came to have this meaning, it still infused him with strength.

“I should tell Elsa about this later.”

Vyne whispered quietly enough that it wouldn’t reach his dear Elsa.

*

The “Whispering Wind of Mice” Inn, located about ten minutes away from the Civil Defense Headquarters, appeared quite splendid in Eliza’s eyes.

The interior of the hall, reminiscent of a hunter’s cabin, captivated Eliza instantly, but Vyne, drinking and shouting in the hall, could only feel disgust at the humans making noise.

The feeling was mutual; the guests in the hall found Vyne equally repulsive, appearing almost like a mutant if seen unknowingly.

However, no one shouted at Vyne or threw beer mugs at him.

They feared his red eyes.

Eyes filled with hatred, searching for prey.

Ignoring the uncomfortable gazes of the guests, the four went upstairs to the ‘special room’ prepared by Cantaloupe for Eliza. The room, about 1.5 times larger than a regular guest room, was exceptionally clean due to the inn staff hastily finishing cleaning that morning. It was equipped with a radio, a refrigerator, a bed for two, a round table for conversation or meals, and a vanity mirror.

Moreover, hidden behind an empty bookshelf in the special room was a secret passage that had existed since before the opening of the “Whispering Wind of Mice” Inn. This passage led to Cantaloupe’s room.

Through this passage, Cantaloupe could discreetly enter Eliza’s room without being noticed.

Except for Vyne, the three joyfully conversed (mostly about Mirayu, Eliza’s mother and Cantaloupe’s first love), while Vyne occasionally interjected from the bed, gazing intently at Eliza.

After an hour of conversation, Kantalluf returned to the inn to work and left the room after telling Eliza and Vine to call him if they needed anything.

Moorian made plans to meet with the two at his cabin the next day. He had a lot he wanted to discuss with them.

In the “special room,” only the two of them remained, and an awkward silence lingered for a moment.

“Um….”

“Should I tie your hair?”

They both spoke simultaneously.

Eliza gestured to Vine without saying a word. You go first.

“Well, Eliza’s hair isn’t in such bad shape that she can’t manage it, but it seems a bit messy.”

“Your hair will look neater when washed. But why suddenly offer to tie it up?”

“I noticed there was a hairband lying around.”

Vine pointed with his finger to the dressing table as he spoke. As Vine indicated, there were two white hairbands that seemed to have been left behind by the previous owner.

“The Elza I saw in my dream had her hair in pigtails. That Elza was even cuter than she is now.”

Vine stared straight at Eliza with red eyes. Eliza accepted the meaning contained in his gaze as, ‘If you whine about not wanting to do it, I’ll kill you.’

“…Alright. It’s not like tying my hair will kill me.”

“Good thinking.”

Leaving Vine, who was smiling like a carnivorous animal about to devour its prey, behind her, Eliza sat on the round chair in front of the dressing table.

“….”

Although tying her hair into pigtails wouldn’t kill her, it seemed uncomfortably close to being fatal.

The more she looked, the more she resembled her mother. It was a face that had always been compared to her mother’s since she was a man, so it was a natural resemblance.

A refined and beautiful face, unlike her rude stepbrothers, truly reminiscent of a noble and kind young lady. Concealing the uncomfortable truth that inside her was a man

(Am I right? I’m not sure anymore)

was a face hiding an uncomfortable truth.

“Come to think of it, that nun had a similar appearance to the stepbrothers….”

“Ugh….”

Eliza unintentionally groaned, and just then Vine was trying to tie her hair with a hairband.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Rarely, Vine genuinely worried about Eliza.

“I’m fine. It’s just that some unpleasant memories came back… Thank you for your concern.”

“Got it.”

With those words, Vine stopped worrying and finished tying Eliza’s hair.

“Wow.”

Eliza had been thinking all along that she looked very much like her mother, but when she tied her hair into pigtails, she looked exactly like her.

Pigtails coming down to the middle of her back. The hairstyle often seen in photos of her mother when she was young.

“This is definitely cuter. From now on, wear it like this except when sleeping.”

Satisfied with Elza’s appearance, Vine commanded.

“Sigh, alright.”

Eliza complied obediently since she now liked her appearance better. She didn’t forget to speak as if reluctantly following the command to hide her true feelings.

“Good idea. Now lie down on the bed.”

“Why are we doing this all of a sudden?”

As Eliza stood up from the chair at the dressing table, she exclaimed.

“Aren’t your breasts uncomfortable because of the milk? I’ll squeeze it out for you.”

It was indeed uncomfortable. Although she didn’t feel like it had reached its limit, her nipples tingled, and it was uncomfortable whenever they brushed against her bra.

Eliza was about to shout that she could handle it herself, but seeing Vine’s greedy expression, she stopped.

“….”

Eliza gazed at the ceiling so that Vine could undress her. She lay down on the bed. It hadn’t been long since the sheets were changed, and she felt the smooth texture.

“Good thinking.”

Vine looked down at Eliza lying on the bed with eyes swirling with dirty desires and proceeded to remove her top and then her bra.

The pretty pink nipples shone on the ample bosom as Bine squeezed Eliza’s nipples with both hands.

“Ah…!”

Feeling the stimulating sensation from her nipples, Eliza let out a moan.

The white milk sprayed onto Eliza’s fair skin and the bedsheet.

“You’ve been storing up quite a bit. Must have been agonizing.”

Bine put Eliza’s left nipple into her mouth and began to suck.

“Mmm… Ahhh…”

Eliza’s moans intensified from her lips.

Seemingly excited by the moans, Bine continued to suckle while gently teasing her own vagina with her left hand.

“Mmm… It tastes even better than when I first tried it. Still a long way to go though.”

Bine reflected on her experience with the milk.

“Thank… you.”

Eliza, in a dazed state, thanked Bine.

Bine smiled in response to Eliza’s gratitude and resumed sucking on her breasts.

“Ah…!”

Eliza’s moans and Bine’s self-pleasuring hand became more intense.

Just then, a knock was heard.

Someone was trying to enter the ‘special room,’ precisely when Eliza was receiving Bine’s fervent nursing.

There was a risk of being misunderstood as engaging in a full-fledged sexual encounter before others, given Bine’s aggressive nursing (which was no different from sex).

“Oh? Wait! Bine! Just a moment!”

Hearing the knock, Eliza, escaping the realm of stimulation, tried to push Bine away, but Bine ignored her and continued to suckle.

No one had invited the uninvited guest, but they entered boldly.

The intruder brought two servings of beef sandwiches, canned soup, and orange juice in a glass for Eliza and Bine—a snack to share.

“Uh… I… This is… Ahhh! Bine, please stop!”

Eliza tried to explain to the intruder while attempting to push Bine away, who was still nursing, but Bine used strong arms to overpower Eliza and began sucking on her right breast.

As Bine fed on the milk from the left nipple, Cantaloupe was transfixed by the light rays of the milk.

‘This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad! Why did this person have to come in now?’

Eliza cursed her unfortunate situation as she sank deeper into the abyss of stimulation.

Hermoza Verano faced an urgent crisis.