Chapter 49 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (7)
“Adventurers, please assemble!”
After waking up, washing my face and eating breakfast, the secretary slave called people like yesterday.
Fran and I quickly brushed our teeth and went to the meeting point.
“This is the owner’s command to work hard so that you don’t get caught sneaking out because of something different from yesterday. Those who harvest, please stand in line to receive the scythe.”
So I got the tools and set off to work.
These days continued for about two more days. I worked all day, and at night I practiced magic in my tent or organized the development of logic for my thesis.
‘Fuck. I’m confused whether I’m a farmer, an adventurer, or an archaeologist.’
It was when I started to wonder if this was really counted as monster elimination performance.
“Nor. Won’t you come back soon?”
During lunch on the third day, Fran said so.
I knew what the reason was. The lack of food brought was also a cause, but a bigger cause was something else.
“I haven’t washed for three days already, so I feel so embarrassed…”
Fran said with a slight tear.
It was difficult to take a shower in the short-term experience of serfs under the guise of a seawater eradication request. The bathhouse is in Sargadis, but the gates are closed when work is done.
For three days, Fran wiped herself with towels soaked in hot water that I made with a hydro-incontinence pump and burning hands. That’s inside the tent.
Although the job of an adventurer was originally a job that could not be washed often, he could see a city with a bathhouse in front of him.
“I was going to talk about that too.”
I answered like that while eating dry food. I’m a person who values cleanliness, but it wasn’t too hard even if I couldn’t wash for about three days.
However, Fran tries to avoid me, saying that she is afraid that she will smell it.
That’s what made me want to go back. It was the first time I was rejected for physical contact by Fran, so it was mentally very difficult. I feel like I’ve lost more than half of my fucking reason for living.
I can’t touch my chest, and I’m not ding. I can’t even have sex here. There is no time except for the night, but if the seawater comes out, you will be dressed in pant clothes and make a fuss.
At the timing when the enemy appears and has to fight, why are these guys dancing their pants around? If it were me, I would throw the scabbard at those bastards before fighting.
‘On top of that, it’s difficult to clean up after work.’
Think of my ejaculate. Even if you wrap it just once, it pours out like a pee, how easy is it to clean up after that? It’s fucking Eva that the tent smells like semen.
“Let’s go back. If anything, you can go and wash up and come back.”
So, on the third day, I ate lunch and went to see the secretary slave.
“Mister. We’ll go back tomorrow.”
“All right.”
The secretary slave uncle said that and disappeared. After that, he was about to start working, but Hotulusil suddenly appeared.
“Heard. Are you going back tomorrow?”
“Yes? By the way.”
The farm owner talked to me, so I stopped working because I wanted to be at this time. Lupine, a skilled salaryman, does not miss an opportunity.
“Thanks to you, I thought the work would end quickly, but it’s a pity. Was there something wrong?”
“No, no problem.”
Now that I see it, I came because I heard the news that we were going back and wanted you to stay.
Well, did I do a good job? Without adding a single exaggeration, I harvested two or three playgrounds in three days alone. Since Fran is also strong and sincere, he must have done a great job. That’s right, he’ll come to stop me by grabbing my pants crotch.
“I just ran out of the food I brought, and my colleague was having a hard time because he couldn’t wash up.”
“Isn’t it because work is hard?”
“Yes.”
I fucking ask that outright. Are you not paying attention, or are you pressuring? In terms of feel, it is the former. Hotulusil did not seem to have the personality to be picked on by others.
Yerna was originally like that. In the end, I was obsessed with my thesis and stole it, but it was usually a good year among the professors I knew. Although she has no intention of forgiving me even if I search for her since she has already ‘fucked’ me.
“I will provide food. I will also tell you where you can take a bath. Then can you continue working?”
“Yes?”
They offer free rice and showers?
“Uh… I will discuss it with my colleague.”
“Your colleague was that dwarf right? Let’s go now Follow me.”
You’re fucking coercive. Because he lives with slaves, he acts like an army. Still, it was a chance to earn money without working, so I followed it with sluggishness.
“That’s how it was. The two of you should discuss it.”
Fran, who had been called in from work, took off his hood and blinked his eyes. She stuck next to me and asked in a low voice.
“Nor, what do you do?”
“Check the conditions. He might send him into the stable because he thought it was rice and gruel and it was a place to wash up. Fran and you?”
“I think it would be okay to work for a few more days as long as there is a place where you can take a bath.”
We exchanged opinions like that and asked Hotulusil exactly what it was offering.
“Meals are sandwiches for lunch and soup ingredients including meat and bread for dinner. You can cook and serve dinner if you wish. Bath has a ravine in the nearby forest. It takes about 30 minutes from here.”
Hotulusil answered our questions without hesitation. It’s a blunt way of speaking, but the condition itself seemed fine. She seemed to want us to stay.
Fran and I came to a conclusion after further discussions.
“… First of all, I will work one more day tomorrow.”
“Do it. Expect a good answer.”
And that evening.
We were given a forearm-sized smoked turkey as “Soup ingredients.”
“Nor. Will you stay here until the harvest is over?”
“Starting tomorrow, I’ll try slowing down the harvest.”
We decided to stay a few more days because we were hooked on some damn good turkey. I should have asked for it from the fucking beginning.
“Franc. I’ll try cooking this time. Look Carefully. I show the man’s cooking.”
“Whoops. Do it after playing. I will do it today.”
I declared with full enthusiasm, but Fran laughed and stopped me from cooking.
It was a little unfair because it was the look of a young mother who dissuades her young son from trying to help out in the kitchen, but after eating the finished dish, I closed my mouth.
‘Let’s not pretend to cook in front of Frank.’
I brought something like seasoning from my bag and put it all in, but it was ridiculously delicious.
It’s just my personal opinion, but those who make special sauces or seasonings for cooking are really good at cooking. Something like anchovy powder or red pepper paste.
So did Fran. It is said to be a powder made by drying and grinding mushrooms, salt and herbs, but it was almost as good as another world’s dashi.
To think that Fran, who has such cooking skills, would eat the tasteless dish I made, saying that it was delicious, so I can’t cook even if I’m sorry.
***
The third night passed like that.
“Nor. Wake up. He said he was going to wash with me.”
Fran, who woke up earlier than usual, woke me up. As always, I woke up later than Frank, made water with magic, and washed my face.
“Aaaaa…”
Looking at the dark blue sky at dawn, I yawned.
“If you’re sleepy, you should’ve just slept.”
Fran said as she removed my eyes. I turned my head and replied, refusing that overprotective consideration.
“I have to wash too. No matter how much I didn’t sweat, it’s been three days since I didn’t wash.”
“It is, however.”
If I don’t wash it, there’s no point even if Fran is washed. My body stinks, but even fiddling with francs is kind of like that. I roughly turned my shoulders and loosened my body.
“Even after washing, you won’t be late for the morning assembly, right?”
“It says it’s 30 minutes away, so you should be able to come before sunrise, including washing time.”
“Indeed. In other words… You mean you have to hurry to do anything other than wash?”
“Uh? Yes. Yes… I guess?”
Fran heard what I was about to say and stuttered. Feeling the playfulness kicking in, I hugged Fran.
─Flash!
“No, Nor?!”
Frank, who had slipped into his bosom like a princess, exclaimed in bewilderment. I smiled and activated Beast Return. Green mana covered his body and swayed.
“Heh. Because it’s faster to do this. My Fran, it’s so light that I don’t even feel like I’m holding anything.”
“Yeah, but Norr is hard. Besides, what should I do if the Beast Return is released while I’m working on the harvest?”
“What should I do? There will be more days of eating delicious free meals.”
I told Hotulusil, but it didn’t matter if it was solved or not. I whispered to Fran in my arms while rubbing my cheek.
“Put on the hood and hold on tight. The Little Locomotive Nord is leaving!!”
“Because I can’t dry it.”
Fran put her arm around my neck. I kissed Fran’s lips as they got closer and ran vigorously.
“Kyaaak!”
It was a scream mixed with a little bit of joy. My running speed with the effect of beast return was faster than that of an electric kickboard.
I had to be a little careful because the lower part was completely blocked by Fran’s chest, so I couldn’t see his feet. Still, without falling, I reached the valley in the depths of the forest.
Gurgling—.
It was a small valley. It feels a bit like a resort, so it would be okay to come here in summer and spend a summer vacation. I want to see Fran in a swimsuit too.
My girlfriend will look hot and pretty no matter what she wears, so we have to go by ourselves so that no one else can see it.
“The water is a bit cold.”
Fran muttered after dipping her hand in the valley water. I squatted and dipped my hand in the water.
With a splash.
Sting.
“Oh Mr. It’s no joke.”
Feeling a bit cold. If you don’t dry yourself properly after being soaked for a long time, you’ll catch a cold. Do you have time to go back and light a bonfire?
“Franc. Would you like to give us the basket we brought?”
“Here it is. To warm it up with magic?”
“Yes. I need hot water to use it.”
He took the basket, filled it with water, and put it in front of him. Then he concentrated on collecting mana and memorized a spell.
“〈Burning Hand〉.”
Roaring—.
After practicing for two days, I got used to the use of magic a little. It’s just a double choice between ‘the hottest’ and ‘the least hot’, but there is no need to adjust the temperature when heating the water.
“Male cuisine is always strong!!”
Chii Iik—!
I dipped my hands into the basket filled with valley water. Like an electric blanket made of water, the magic heated the water in the basket without lowering the firepower even underwater.
─Bubbling.
The flame extension of the maximum firepower poured into the mana made the water boil in a matter of minutes. How many degrees is this at an alternative temperature? I think I learned the formula somewhere, but I forgot it.
“If it’s cold, put this on. You can stick with me.”
I lowered the output of both hands to the lowest level while talking to Fran.
Hoo-wook-.
The hand with the light weakened had a feeling of adding only a few tones to the original skin color, as if fluorescent material had been applied. Fran was amazed to see that.
“Wouldn’t that be hot if I touched it?”
“Is that so? Handwarmer… I don’t know if you say It’s roughly the same as putting your hand close to a campfire. Just keep warm.”
“I want to touch you.”
Fran came over and touched my hand.
“Really. I heard it only gets hot when I use it.”
“There was a little knack for dealing with mana.”
Yesterday Fran also succeeded in learning the burning touch. Other magic is still there though. Judging from what you’re saying, it’s still hard to control the firepower.
Anyway, we took measures against the cold and took off our clothes. There was no resistance to washing each other.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
Franc, who had entered the valley water, clasped his hands together and trembled. Franc, whose water reached his chest, would be colder than me.
“Come on. My hands are warm.”
“Yes. Touch the back of my neck.”
Fran pulls up her hair to reveal the nape of her neck. Seeing men show off their attractive parts naked, my Juji got an erection.
“… Is it like that too?”
“Because it’s a physiological phenomenon.”
We quickly washed each other’s bodies first. I exchanged my body temperature in the cool water while rubbing it with my warm hand after washing it with another world soap.
The words were washed away, it was almost like a caress. Fran let out an excited breath with her eyes wide open whenever my hand touched her. The big breasts I haven’t seen in a long time made my nipples stand up stiff before I even touched them.
Swoop-.
Frank came over and hugged me around the waist.
Fran’s tits touch my cock as we stand and hug. The cock, which even Fran’s large breasts couldn’t fully cover, protruded from the valley of her chest and touched her soft cheek.
“… Do you want to?”
“Let’s do it.”
I nodded and moved to the franc and the shade of the rocks.
