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That night, the group made camp in an inconspicuous spot on the side of the main road. No one said a word while they did so, staying silent even through dinner. Millicia was especially depressed.
After finishing their miserable meal, they went into their tent to sleep, keeping watch in turns starting with Caim.
“Caim...” Millicia poked her head out of the tent.
“What’s up?” he asked, adding broken branches to the fire. “If you don’t rest, you’ll wear yourself out. Tomorrow’s another early morning.”
“I just cannot sleep...”
“Still bothered by what happened today, huh? There’s no point in dwelling on it now,” Caim said with a sigh.
“I know. There was no way I could have predicted that the Bone-Eating General would go to such lengths to kill me. The same goes for the explosion. There was nothing I could do to prevent what has happened to Orwell.”
“Then—”
“Still, this occurred in my country. Moreover, this was to assassinate me. I cannot shrink away from my responsibilities.”
“Man, talk about being way too upright... Or rather, too stubborn.” Caim thought she should just throw all of that away, but he didn’t say it out loud.
Millicia isn’t like me. She loves her homeland. As someone who had defeated his father in combat and left his birthplace, Caim couldn’t understand Millicia’s affection for her motherland and her desire to protect its people.
“Do you mind if I stay with you?” Millicia asked.
“Come in.” Caim spread out the blanket on his shoulders, letting Millicia slip beneath it after she sat next to him.
The two of them sat in silence for a while, and the only thing that could be heard was the crackling sound of the fire.
“Caim... I...”
“Do you want to cry?”
“Huh?”
“If so, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any comforting words for you,” Caim said with an awkward frown. “The only thing I can do is beat people up. So instead of consoling you, I’ll just kill anyone who makes you cry. So, well... Umm... Relax, I guess.”
“How am I supposed to relax after hearing that?” Millicia smiled wryly at her lover’s brutal statement. He truly was terrible at consoling people. And yet, his words were so much like him that, in the end, it did make her feel relieved. “You are right. I have you with me, so there is nothing to worry about.” Her expression brightened a little, showing her burden had become a little lighter. “Actually, I have come up with a plan to deal with all of the assassins targeting me at once.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I do not know if it will work, though, and I will have to rely on everyone else yet again...”
“Kinda late to be bothered by that now.”
They had been dragged into trouble on account of Millicia multiple times, but Caim thought that the benefits of her presence outweighed the trouble. Or at least, the benefits for him did.
“One more thing, Caim. You are wrong.”
“About what?”
“There is another way to console a woman.” Millicia closed her eyes and turned her face in his direction.
“Ah, so that’s what you want.” Caim wasn’t an idiot—he understood exactly what he needed to do. He pushed his lips against Millicia’s, gently pecking at her like a bird drinking water. But quickly, their kiss became more passionate as they started to intertwine their tongues.
Millicia flushed, her expression melting in pleasure. The reason was, of course, Caim’s saliva. Being the Poison King, Caim’s bodily fluids contained poison, but to women compatible with him, they were a strong aphrodisiac. For Millicia, who had been completely intoxicated by it, Caim’s saliva was sweeter than sugar and honey.
“Aaah... Caim...” pleaded Millicia the instant they paused in their kiss, her moist eyes brimming with lust.
Caim understood what she wanted and opened her top, exposing her chest. He then grabbed her soft and springy breasts, currently dripping with sweat, enjoying their wonderful sensation. No matter how many times he fondled them, he never got tired of them.
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“Aaah... Caim... Caim...!” Millicia called his name before resuming their kiss as he caressed her chest. Sometimes he groped her breasts in a circle, sometimes he squeezed them, others he flicked her nipples—and every time Millicia would moan sensually as Caim enjoyed the sensation of his fingers sinking into her supple breasts. “Caim... It feels good...” Millicia fawned over him, pressing herself against him. She wrapped her arms around Caim and scratched his back with her nails as she struggled to endure the pleasure. Now sweating profusely, Millicia’s entire body trembled and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Noticing that she was rubbing her thighs together, Caim continued to grope her breast with one hand as he moved his other hand down to her skirt, rolling it up and revealing her wet underwear.
“You are being so rough, Caim...” While she complained, Millicia’s expression was filled with rapture. She liked when her lover was a little rough and didn’t resist as Caim forcefully slid her underwear down and attacked her weak point, making her moan even louder than before.
Caim’s finger moved like it had a mind of its own, grazing her warm walls in all directions while continuing to fondle one of her breasts, gradually building up the pleasure, until...
“Come,” he ordered.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Millicia climaxed, screaming loudly, her body spasming a few times before going limp.
“Gotcha.” Caim quickly grabbed her by her waist before she could fall. “You okay?” he asked Millicia, who was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Caim...” Millicia stared at him with glazed eyes. Her body was exhausted, but her gaze was filled with lust, showing that coming only once wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy her. Her tongue was peeking out of her mouth, moving around greedily.
“Good grief...” Caim sighed. He was on the lookout, and even he would have a hard time keeping watch while having sex. “Oh well, let’s do it. Spread your legs.”
“Yes...!” Millicia beamed, obeying.
Caim took out his “sword” and thrust it deep into the crevice before him.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” A beastly moan rose from the meadow up into the starry sky.