【The Tale of the Holy Knight】 (Chapter 5)

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But that was a truly painful lesson. He never did anything like that again. Ilvia didn't speak to him for a month after that incident.
Thinking of this, Sersia glanced at Ilvia. Being ignored by his sister was more painful than anything else; he definitely didn't want to experience it again.
Shielding his eyes from the glare, he sighed softly. He felt so insignificant compared to this plane. But who was truly great? He
only wanted to become a paladin. Perhaps he should find a place to train his swordsmanship before heading to the capital?
"It's already noon..." Sersia, rubbing his stomach, silently watched the two girls chatting happily. Wasn't Sheila usually
listless in the morning? What was going on?! Oh well, it wasn't their fault; he was in such a hurry.
"Brother," Ilvia tugged at his sleeve, taking a piece of bread from her backpack.
"Brother, aren't you hungry, Ilvia?" He gently patted her head. He didn't want her to worry, but it seemed he had failed. He was such a bad brother
.
"Brother," she said, her voice still calm, but this time with a hint of determination. Sersia sighed, determined never to let this
happen again. He took the bread, but broke it in half, handing one half back to Ilvia.
"Oh dear, it's already noon! Ah, Sersia, you're so cunning! You've secretly started eating bread! I want some too!"
"Um, no problem... uh..." Feeling the gaze behind her, Sersia shuddered. "I'm afraid not... because... because I'm hungry too." After
giving a casual excuse, Sersia quickly ate the bread.
"Uh... cough cough..." It seemed she had eaten too fast; Sersia felt like the bread was stuck and wouldn't go down.
"Oh, if you can't, then don't. Have some drinks." It's fresh, you know. Asailan had somehow already removed the cloth covering her,
holding a water bottle in one hand and squeezing her proud breasts with the other, white milk flowing out and being collected in the bottle.
"Here, take it." It's best to drink it while it's hot. After carefully scraping off the last drop of milk, Asailan gently handed the water bottle to Sersia. Surprisingly,
there was no lust on her face; her clear, large eyes looked at Sersia.
"Mmm, thank you, Asailan." As soon as Sersia took the bottle, she smelled a rich milky aroma. Asailan's milk was rather thick,
unlike regular liquids like water that flow easily.
Perhaps this was related to how much water Asailan consumed.
While drinking the sweet milk, Sersia silently gazed into the distance. She still didn't understand why she felt a connection to Asyaran, but it
didn't seem like a bad thing for now. So, let this feeling continue?
But why was Asyaran being so kind to her…? This question plagued Sersia. Did everyone who accidentally discovered the Ring of Song
suffer the same fate as her? The sacrifice of a dark elf virgin? And her strange abilities… Perhaps she should consider having those abilities removed?
Otherwise, how would she protect herself… Ah… so many troublesome things.
These things seemed to have nothing to do with becoming a paladin to the goddess Serhani. What paladin in training would be with so many girls? Well
, even a quasi-paladin shouldn't be like this. Was she being too decadent? Sersia fell into deep distress.
For the rest of the journey, Sersia didn't speak, except occasionally responding to the girls' questions.
"Oh dear, Cecilia seems to be down. How can I comfort her?" Asyaran, who had been silent the whole way, pondered this
question.
"Brother..." Looking at her troubled brother, Ilvia clenched her fists as if she had made a decision, though she didn't understand what that decision was.
Meanwhile, Sira had entered a state of sleep-walking. With this passive ability, she could place a magical mark on someone, and
her own body would automatically follow that mark.
"I'm going out to buy something. You guys rest first." In silence, they arrived at the next town. After putting down their luggage, Cecilia told
what she thought was a successful lie and then left, leaving Asyaran, who had wanted to comfort her physically, empty-handed.
"Brother..." Watching Cecilia's retreating figure, Ilvia gripped the slender sword on her back. She didn't want to see her brother like this. But looking at her
brother, with his gentle smile but terrible acting skills, she couldn't help but smile slightly again. Brother, always so clumsy. He clearly looks troubled but pretends nothing's
wrong. Doesn't he know his thoughts are written all over his face? What a big idiot.
"What kind of training plan should I devise? Let me think about it more carefully..." Looking at the longsword tucked at her waist, she realized it had been a while since she'd drawn it
. With nightfall, most of the people in the small town were asleep, and the surroundings were quite quiet, which was exactly what she needed.
"It seems there's nowhere I can sit down and think properly..." Sersia suddenly missed the days of living in the wild. Although everything was inconvenient,
at least she could lean against a tree and think things through when she needed to.
"Let's start with the basics... A thousand straight thrusts? That might be too much. I don't even know if I can reach that goal. Maybe if I do, I won't have the strength
to do anything else... Let's start with three hundred... But I don't have time to do that right now... Ahh... What should I do..."
"Hmm? Back to the tavern again. Oh well, I'll go upstairs and think about it later. It's starting to get a bit cold outside."
He slowly walked through the hall, which was noisy day and night, and went up the stairs. His room was just around the corner. Now he just wanted to lie down and rest.
"Oh, Sersia, you're back." Sersia was immediately embraced by a warm body as soon as he opened the door. He immediately felt the
nipple pressed tightly against his face gradually hardening, and his breasts, which were already full of milk, began to secrete milk due to the pressure. "Ah... Asairan... Could you please let go of me first... I... can't breathe." Sersia 　　managed to squeeze out these words
with almost all his strength as he was held tightly. 　　 "Ah, of course, but you made me miss dinner, and you made me bloated for so long." 　　 With that, he ripped off Sersia's pants and took her still slightly drooping penis into his mouth before Sersia could protest.

"Oh dear, it's so small, but it's okay, it'll get bigger soon... um... big." Stimulated by her tongue, the penis immediately swelled up in her mouth
.
Her tongue licked back and forth rapidly, while her hands massaged and kneaded the two testicles incessantly. Asyaran found herself completely in love with this penis and
the taste of its semen. So... she'd follow this person from now on...? Asyaran thought while sucking, the semen was delicious, and although she hadn't
seen any other penises, it shouldn't be small, right? At least it always filled her vagina completely, so she might as well follow him.
Having made up her mind, Asyaran sucked and spat even faster, her hands kneading rapidly in sync with her tongue's movements. To make Sersia ejaculate quickly, she took
the entire penis into her mouth. Although the feeling of it being pushed against her throat wasn't very pleasant, she ignored the slight
discomfort when she thought of the reward that would follow.
Looking at Asyaran working so hard in her lower body, Sersia could only smile wryly. It seemed that Asyaran wouldn't be comfortable without squeezing her dry every day. With each thrust reaching her throat,
Sersia felt the pleasure gradually building. It seemed she had absolutely no self-control… how could she become a paladin like this? She felt like she
couldn't do anything…
Although she was frustrated, the pleasure quickly dispelled her frustration and took over Sersia. Under Asairan's skillful technique, she quickly ejaculated.
Asairan, who was tightly gripping her penis, opened his mouth after the penis stopped throbbing, allowing Sersia to see the semen in her mouth before swallowing it whole.
"Mmm, very thick, delicious." Satisfied, Asairan licked his lips and carefully licked the entire penis again. Then, she turned lasciviously, sticking out her buttocks
, ignoring the door still open, and began to sway her two plump buttocks. One hand spread her two fleshy labia from below, and with the swaying of her buttocks,
drops of vaginal fluid dripped onto the floor.
"..." After closing the door, Sersia gently patted her bottom and lay down on the bed. Ilvia, who was on the bed, woke up the moment the door opened
, but didn't make a sound because Asyalan was giving Sersia oral sex. Seeing Sersia lying on the bed, she immediately took over. Her body had
been unsatisfied for the past few days due to Asyalan's possessiveness. One hand guided Sersia to begin kneading her already erect clitoris, while the other hand kept kneading her
full breasts, which were smaller than Asyalan's at the moment. Although they were smaller than Asyalan's at the moment, she was confident that they would definitely be larger than Asyalan's in the future. Moreover, her areolas
were pink, unlike that dark elf who was all black.
"How about tomorrow...?" Sersia pleaded softly in Ilvia's ear. He really wasn't in the mood right now. He had been thinking all day but still couldn't think of anything to do, which made
him very frustrated.
"Mmm, goodnight, brother." Although her lower body desperately craved her brother's hot, thick penis, she quickly suppressed that desire. After
cleaning her brother's penis with her own juices, she guided the thick, long penis into her body.
"Mmm..." She sighed contentedly and then remained in that position, not moving. Although she couldn't thrust, she was happy to be filled.

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