RFC-ARC 5-Winter War-73 (Patreon)

I expected the others would be happy with my success. Instead, as the tantalizing smell of Geneva roasting a monster bird fills our shelter, my teammates are all wearing frowns of varying degree. I won’t deny a hint of offense. A glory hound I am not but a thank you and a slap on the back wouldn’t be amiss.

“What’s the with the long faces?” I ask them, seated near the fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I jerk my head toward the back of the shelter where the dead mamaroons are piled. “That’s a whole lot of reasons to be happy.”

“For you,” Marthe scoffs. “Or did you forget that we’re being evaluated individually?”

…ah. “We used teamwork, dividing our resources for the best result.”

Alana sighs. “Maybe the instructors will see it like that but I would prefer to have a few more kills of my own.”

“Fine.” Not my problem if they want to work themselves to the bone. “There’s still plenty of time.”

“Mm. We’ll have to move after lunch…and you should stay here.”

I give her a look. “Sure about that?”

“The whole point is to make progress without you. Besides, someone needs to guard the shelter and those points you’re so proud of.”

You and I both know that Geneva could do so. Are you trying to make me feel better? “You’re still taking Bell. Don’t worry, she won’t do a thing but watch your backs. All the back-breaking labor is for you.”

“Thanks,” my friend says drily.

“Lady Tome,” William says cautiously. He’s always been shy but walking upon me naked as the day I was born has taken it to another extreme. He hasn’t looked directly at me since. It’s a good thing I have good hearing or there’s no way I’d catch the murmurs he’s speaking to the wall. “You never said…why did we find you naked?” He coughs, fighting the embarrassment heating his cheeks. “Did something happen?”

“Something like what?”

“Uh…um…”

I wonder, can he really not come up with a plausible scenario? Or is he too embarrassed to say what he came up with? Never underestimate the depravity of the repressed. I should know. Once, I would have used that word to describe me.

The truth is, I don’t know what happened to my clothes. Was I still wearing them on my thin body as I slithered through the mamaroons’ tunnels? Were they on the ground when I swallowed Mr. Four Affinities’ pet? Either way, I can’t exactly explain.

“I got hot so I took them off.”

The silence that greets my explanation is accompanied by disbelief and judging eyes. I smile at their glares.

“Alright, I’m kidding. The truth is, I saw a girl from another team that I thought was pretty cute. She was too far away for me to call out to her so I thought I’d use body language.”

Arthur laughs uproariously while Marthe turns away in disgust. I can’t see William’s expression, turned to the wall as he is. Alana worries me. Her brows ae furrowed in contemplation. Oi, it was a joke. “…you’re not taking that seriously, are you?”

“Not that hard to believe actually.” She shakes her head. “I’m just glad you didn’t give away your points because she winked at you.”

“…it was honestly a joke.” That’s cold, my friend. The worst part is she says it without any judgment. Birds fly and Lou’s a degenerate pervert. Simply the way the world is.

“The meal is ready,” Geneva calls, saving me from addressing Alana’s questionable opinion of me. The mood in the room is quickly elevated as we snack on the delicious bird, everyone going back for seconds. How did she do this? Is she hiding bags of seasoning under her dress?

Soon after their meal, my team abandons me with Bell and Cloud following them at a distance. I shrug off the blanket around my shoulders and lay it down, stretching over it as I continue my meal. Geneva worked on my prime form’s digestive functions to ultimate efficiency. My stomach can break down this monster meat in a matter of moments and my body stores it away without a bit of waste. I could eat the whole giant bird myself, which is nothing new with my original form, but this way I can appreciate her cooking.

Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to finish the qualifier early. Defending my points from other teams is also a part of the test. I have to find something to keep me entertained.

Geneva turns away from the meat she’s roasting over a magical fire and smiles at me. “That is quite a look you’re giving me, my summoner~”

“…come here.”

She doesn’t hesitate to abandon the slab of meat, haphazardly tossing it out of the shelter. I sit up and she straddles my lap, her thin arms wrapping around my neck. Big, pink eyes look up at me as she purses her lips invitingly. “How may I serve?”

“You know how.”

I grasp her chin with two fingers and kiss her. There’s no need to play coy or tease her. I don’t waste time pushing my tongue past her lips as my hands uncaringly rip away her dress.

“Kyaa~”

I pause, staring at her shy expression and flushed cheeks with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?”

The flush in her cheeks and her fluttering eyes disappear, replaced by a sly smirk. “I thought with your lack of progress with your sun you’d appreciate a more delicate approach. A sample of the future, if you would.”

I sigh. “It’s useless. I’d never believe an innocent act coming from you. Besides, you and Alana are night and day.”

“You underestimate me but we can play another time.” She throws away the scraps that remain of her clothes. I jump as I feel the spade end of her tail move between my legs, brushing my entrance.

“That’s better,” I sigh against her lips. I moan as the end of her tail finally pushes inside and she swallows the sound with her lips. Dainty fingers find the head of my ‘gift’ and I grind against them as she teases me. The damn thing is so sensitive, it doesn’t take long before I’m shuddering in pleasure.

Then I feel her magic take hold of me, wracking my mind with echoes of my climax. Then again, increasing its intensity. The humping of my hips becomes more desperate as I shudder against her.

My brain is still foggy with pleasure as she guides my erect member to her entrance. I hiss as her lower lips swallow me, the feeling almost too much to bear. I pull away from our kiss, burying my nose in the side of her neck as I tremble. “What…are you doing?” I groan. I can’t muster the strength to move. I can barely think.

Geneva pushes me down, straddling my waist. Later, her evil smile as she looks down at me would send chills down my spine. “What you asked. Now, shhh.”

Her inner walls massage my cock in an inhumane flex of muscle. That’s all it takes for me to erupt, head slamming back on the ground hard enough to send chips of rock flying. The last of my thoughts fly out of my head as she raises up and slams her hips down.