Chapter 222: Rest (5)


    Did you know?


    typuses have good eyesight but can’t see under their bills because their eyes face upwards.


    They’re an animal that fits the saying “darkness under themp” perfectly.


    But humans aren’t much different. We’re sad creatures that keep making the same mistakes despite having good proverbs like that.


    “Faye, why…?!”


    “Hihihi! What a stupid question, Junior.”


    Faye, with her bangs covering half her eyes, gave a sly smile. However, the corners of her mouth twitched oddly.


    It looked like she was trying to suppress something but was having a hard time.


    Even though I red at her, Faye continued to speak without caring about my gaze.


    “I just needed a test subject.”


    “Faye, you could have tried it yourself!”


    “Hihihi…”


    Instead of answering my shout, Faye slowly lifted her head. Her face, hidden by her hair, was revealed as our eyes met.


    Faye’s ck pupils were trembling just like mine.


    “…Faye, don’t tell me?”


    “A test subject… you’re not the only one, Junior….”


    Faye looked like she was struggling to speak. Behind her was a suspicious device.


    <em>Whiiiiirr.</em>


    The device made a loud vibrating sound and moved back and forth busily.


    A familiar-sized rod was continuously scraping inside a long cylindrical container.


    To put it bluntly, it looked like an onahole with a dildo being piston-pumped by a massager-like tool.


    The device itself wasn’t a problem. We weren’t outside; we were in the VIP room.


    If you walk around naked outside, you’re a madman, but if you live naked at home, it’s just a lifestyle choice.


    So, the issue wasn’t the embarrassment but the function itself.


    That thing… It was the sensory-linked magic tool I had asked Faye to make.


    “I clearly asked you to make just an onahole, Faye!”


    “Think about it, Junior! If you make a pussy, don’t you want to make a dick too?! And if you make it, you want to fuck it, and if you fuck it, you want to shake it!”


    “Th-that’s true, but… anyway, since it works, please stop it now. The stimtion is stronger than I thought, and it’s quite dangerous right now.”


    “…I can’t.”


    “What?”


    “…I can’t. The stimtion is too strong for me too, and if I move, I’ll cum.”


    “No way.”


    For a moment, I could onlyugh in disbelief. Then, realizing the seriousness of the situation, I asked in a serious voice.


    “Really?”


    “Really.”


    “Really, really?”


    “Really, really.”


    “……”


    “……”


    Reconfirmation. And silence. In the end, only a return to the starting point remained.


    “How could you do this to me, Faye?! I trusted you when you said it would beplete with just a drop of blood!”


    “It isplete! It’s aplete dildo of your size!”


    The argument continued for quite a while. But in the end, it came down to how to turn it off.


    At this rate, it would never end… no, at worst, I’d pee myself.


    Peeing in front of Faye wasn’t a big deal. I had done it several times before.


    But wetting my pants, and, for some reason, having a standoff, was the problem.


    I don’t want to lose to Faye…! That weird psychology made me stubborn.


    Faye probably felt the same way.


    “Faye, since you’re wearing a skirt, can’t you just take off your panties, cum once, then quickly turn it off?”


    “Junior… Can you control yourself after seeing my lower half in this state?”


    “Oh.”


    I’d probably wet myself. But we couldn’t stay like this forever. Honestly, I was starting to get tired.


    I had sent the other women down to the cliffside beach first, nning to bring tanning cream and Fayeter, but I got stuck here.


    I decided to let go of my unnecessarypetitiveness and grabbed my waistband.


    “Fine. I’ll take off my pants and go.”


    Even if I could clean it with a clean magic spell, peeing in my pants would be extremely gross. And I produce quite a lot.


    Why do men feel so disgusted by their own bodily fluids…?


    I sighed inwardly and started to pull down my pants.


    “No, don’t!”


    Faye screamed and blocked me again. I looked at her, wondering why, and she continued with an extremely embarrassed expression.


    “If you take off your pants, I’ll pee myself…”


    “……”


    I stared at her nkly, and she averted her gaze. What’s this?


    Was this a “Don’t move, or I’ll pee” situation?


    <em>Whiiiirr.</em>


    As the vibration resumed in the silence, I regained my senses and cautiously asked.


    “Should we take off our clothes at the same time?”


    “…Yes.”


    Afterward, we changed our clothes properly and came out.


    <hr>


    The main church of the Righteous Radiance, Sris Grand Church, was built on a cliff by the sea.


    It was the most sunlit ce, even on the easternmost part of the Eurelia Continent. Hence, it attracts tourists whoe to watch the sunrise at the start of the year.


    Giving them an appropriate blessing and borrowing a ce to receive donations was quite profitable… but that’s not what’s important now.


    What’s important was that Sris Grand Church was located on a scenic seaside, and this area was blessed by the Righteous Radiance, making it very sunny.


    In other words, going down the cliff led to the perfect tanning spot.


    Today, we rented the Pope’s private vi, built in a somewhat secluded but well-lit area.


    The purpose was to have everyone else try the tanning I previously enjoyed.


    Despite some minor issues, I gathered everything and came down to the beach with Faye.


    Elisha, who noticed us first, ran over and asked,


    “You? Faye? Why are you sote? I see you’ve changed clothes. Did you secretly…?”


    “Hey, it’s not like that.”


    “R-right. Nothing happened with Junior. There was just a little problem…”


    “A problem?”


    Elisha tilted her head, and Faye awkwardly waved her hand.


    “It’s… fine. Everything’s resolved now. More importantly, I brought this, so let’s try it out!”


    “This is the cream, right?”


    Elisha took the small jar of tanning cream from Faye, looking a bit dubious.


    “Honestly, I don’t really want to do this.”


    “You’re not backing out of your promise now, are you…?”


    I widened my eyes and gave her a longing look, making Elisha avoid my gaze and nod.


    “Okay. A promise is a promise, so I’ll do it. Everyone! Yandel’s here;e on out!”


    At Elisha’s call, Iris emerged from the vi, and Ca and Iona, who were ying a bit farther away, approached us.


    I should set up the sunbeds first.


    Whether on Earth or here, people have simr thoughts, so there were familiar pieces of furniture. The materials and prices were different, though.


    I took out enough sunbeds from my inventory for everyone and set them up, then handed out heart-shaped stickers and thongs.


    “Master. What are these…?”


    “Clothes.”


    “Clothes?”


    Iris’s reaction suggested she was about to say, “This kind of thing?”


    I shrugged and nodded toward Faye. She sighed but nodded in return.


    <em>Slide. Slip. Drop.</em>


    Faye quickly stripped off her newly changed clothes, standing in just her underwear.


    Though her underwear was nothing but a thong and nipple patches.


    In exchange for forgiving her for making a dildo in my size and linking our senses, I made her wear the outfit I chose and tan in it.


    The other women were shocked by Faye, who only had heart-shaped stickers on herrge breasts.


    I turned to them with a sly grin.


    “You can’t tan in clothes, right? So I prepared these… but don’t worry, I have other versions too.”


    I took out various swimsuits from my inventory.


    “Faye was assigned hers for specific reasons, but you can choose what you like.”


    “”“……“““


    The women nced back and forth between me, the clothes, and Faye, unable to say anything.


    But once again, Ca broke the awkward silence.


    “Um…”


    She raised her hand slightly, and when our eyes met, her ruby eyes curved into a crescent moon shape.


    “I’ll wear whatever Master chooses for me. What do you think suits me?”


    Her submissive attitude implied that she trusted my judgment entirely.


    Of course, it also meant I had to take responsibility for making her look cute.


    Then, I’d choose something that suits my taste as much as possible.


    “Hm… Ca, I think this would suit you.”


    After some thought, I handed her a blue bikini with a pareo attached.


    “Wow… that’s a bit unexpected.”


    “Huh? What is?”


    “I thought Master would pick something really revealing.”


    “Hah. Ca, you don’t understand. There’s a difference between what’s sexy and what suits someone.”


    “Do you think this suits me? Why?”


    “This swimsuit matches the blue flower decoration you always wear in your hair, and it highlights your slender body lines.”


    After I exined in detail why it suited her, Ca blushed and nodded enthusiastically.


    Yes. It seemed she agreed with my reasonable choice.


    As I nodded in satisfaction, the rest of the women started approaching me timidly.


    “…Do you all want me to choose too?”


    <em>Tssss.</em>


    Choosing outfits ording to personal taste is more fun!