If you’re bitten by a poisonous snake, it’s best to suck out the venom. Of course, there are tools for that, but they don’t exist in this world, and it’s an emergency…
To save Count Krisel, who was suffering from poison, I sucked the venom from his lips in an emergency. Not only that, but I also massaged one of my breasts so that it would come out from the tips of the two large mounds on his chest.
Count Krisel’s strength seemed to be leaving his waist as my antidote took effect. I didn’t want him to collapse during treatment, so I put my hands around his waist, continued to suck out the poison, and tangled my tongue, then massaged his left breast over his clothes.
“Nchu… Nggu… Ahhfu…”
Count Krisel also let out suggestive moans, but I thought it was inappropriate during treatment. Also, these clothes are obstructing the treatment. Let’s take them off.
As I started to undress him, Krisel began to undress himself. He’s a cooperative patient, so instead of just massaging, I decided to suck the poison from his swollen mounds, especially the pink tips.
“Ahfu… Haa… Ah, aah…”
The antidote seems to be working. His body is also becoming flushed pink. Speaking of which, where is the jungle in his lower abdomen that Alana also had? Is there a cave there too?
As I fumbled around, I felt a jungle-like texture. Further in, I found something like a button. I remembered an old game and mashed it repeatedly.
“Haa fuuuuaggg! … Uggg ggyagu!”
… I should stop mashing; this isn’t a game. Let’s ignore the button and move forward; the cave beyond is the objective. … This is strange! It’s leaking rain!? A large amount of water is gushing out! Who burst the water pipes!?
But if I give up now, I’ll disgrace the name of an explorer. I pushed forward and was pushed back, was pushed back and then pushed forward, slowly and quickly, moving deeper as if tracing the flesh walls.
“Agh! Ahh ugh! Ah, haugh! Hah hah…”
Finally, at the very depths of the cave, I couldn’t go any further, as if there were a door. It was as if a strong lock was in place, preventing anyone from proceeding. If there’s a door, let’s knock. Knock, knock, knock.
“Agsh! Eugh! Egg!”
There’s a response, but the door won’t open. Someone is definitely there, but only a lonely reply. Should I keep knocking until they open it!?
“Sh, Shin… I, I can’t stand anymore…”
I left my patient standing… I’m a failure as a doctor. I don’t have a bed to lay him down on, so the top of the desk will do.
I swept all the documents and other items off the desk, had Krisel put his hands on it, and made him present his rear to me. This is fine. Now I can knock on the door at the back. My steel petty knife navigated the flesh walls of the cave and knocked violently and repeatedly on the rear door.
“Ahh… Ah hah… Haugh!”
Is the knocking not enough? The door shows no sign of opening. … I see! I’m so stupid! How could I forget something like this! When visiting someone’s house, I should bring a gift.
What should I do? There’s probably no convenience store nearby, and I don’t have time to go buy anything. But even if there were a convenience store, something homemade would be more appreciated. Alright! I’ll make handmade white chocolate. Its thick texture will coat my throat…
“I’ll let it out…”
“N-no! I… it’s fine… Hurry, put it inside!”
She wants it, so I’ll give it to her, but she’s so greedy for just chocolate. Should I spank her as a form of discipline? She might behave a little better.
“Ah, ugh! Ahh ah… Nngh… Ahhu!”
The white chocolate was delivered to the door without incident. Now, will she accept it properly? I’d like to hand it to her while looking her in the eye.
Krisel is convulsing on the desk, face down. The treatment must have been very effective. This is the true reward of being a doctor. Since I’m here, let’s give him an injection too.
Godspeed! Chain Gun!
The writhing body trembled even more, and Count Krisel began to swim naked in a sea of pleasure, unable to utter a word. Should I lend him a float, or let him drown?
Godspeed! Chain Gun!
“Nnnn! Moo… Ohh! Uu… Uudaa…! Mee… Eeh!”
Even if he loses consciousness, the Chain Gun will bring him back, and the Chain Gun will make him writhe… until I’m exhausted.
When I woke up in the morning, my head ached. But I felt warmth and softness. Whose back is this? The petty knife was still stuck in as I lay face down on the desk, covered. He’s energetic first thing in the morning.
This skin’s luster resembles Sophia’s, but her hair isn’t brown. It also resembles Christine’s, but she’s thinner. Is this a bad situation? For now, I need to pull out the knife.
With a *zzzzzzzt*, I pulled out the knife and caught Count Krisel as he fell without support… Count Krisel!? Why is Count Krisel in our room!?
Looking around, I saw an unfamiliar room with scattered documents and furniture. This isn’t the room I was in. And there’s the naked Count in my arms… This is bad!
Was it consensual!? Was it consensual! Regardless, I don’t understand this situation, and if the White Lily Corps finds out, they’ll kill me!
… I should escape. I laid Count Krisel on the sofa, covered him with a robe that had fallen on the floor, wiped away any evidence of my presence, and left the scene.
The corridor back to the White Lily Corps’ room would be well described by the words “cacophony” and “scene of hell.” It was a world of grotesque male-male love. The lewd world of knights and mercenaries who filled the mansion. Honestly, it made me sick. It was painful to even look at. I didn’t even feel like lending them a hand.
When I returned to the room, the fireplace was cold, and it was a little chilly. And for some reason, everyone was naked. It must be cold. Priscilla, being a Lycanthrope, probably had enough warmth from her fur. Alana was by the door, as if fleeing from something, and Christine and Sophia were embracing on the sofa, which was enviable. Rufina and Orietta… they’ll be fine on their own.
I gently woke everyone and helped them get dressed. While sitting on the sofa, I took my time observing their clothes. I made sure not to neglect observing Sophia’s, especially for future reference. I see, if you do it in reverse order, it comes off easily.
“Now that everyone is dressed, can anyone explain what happened?”
“It’s fine, we had fun yesterday.”
“That’s not the point. Look at Orietta. She’s still out of it.”
“You’re the one who made her out of it, Captain.”
“Please, just tell me what happened. This is not normal.”
“Orietta just scattered an aphrodisiac. Orietta did it to entertain the Captain.”
I did enjoy myself, though my memory is vague. Huh? Scattered? When you say scattered, do you mean the pink mist!?
“What do you mean, scattered?”
“Only Orietta knows the details, but she seems to have made a mistake with the amount and threw it in the fireplace.”
The vaporized aphrodisiac from the fireplace, upon exiting the chimney, dispersed explosively, scattering it all around. It filled not only those outside but also the inside of the mansion, and even through small gaps, it infiltrated, no matter how strong the barricades.
The journey back was enveloped in a strange atmosphere. Many walked hand in hand or arm in arm, and some even left the group to be alone. Some even made advances towards me, but they were, as expected, no match for Christine.
We safely finished our work and received our reward.
