【The Tale of the Holy Knight】[Chapter Four]

A ray of sunlight streamed in through the slightly ajar curtains, slanting across Sersia's face.
"It's...so early already." Sersia, having just gotten up, felt numbness in both arms.
He glanced at the two naked women using his arms as pillows and couldn't help but smile wryly. He felt a lingering
soreness in his lower back from yesterday's excessive exercise.
The soft sunlight bathed the entire bed, seemingly enveloping the two women's bodies in a halo,
causing them to sway gently in the light. Sersia noticed that Asyaran, sleeping on the inner side, had a slightly furrowed brow
and her body was curled up slightly. "Where's the blanket...?" He looked around; the blanket
had been kicked off the bed sometime earlier
. "So they really can't stand the sunlight," he muttered to himself. He slowly pulled his left hand out,
a sharp pain immediately causing his face to contort. He sighed, "Under the guidance of the goddess Serhani,
Moonshadow Mist..." A thin layer of silvery-white mist immediately enveloped Asairan, and as he watched her brows gradually relax, he
unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh dear," Sersia is so gentle, it's getting me excited again. He felt a sudden tightening in his right arm
; he could feel the two nipples rubbing against it gradually hardening, a faint milky scent wafting
out. Turning to look at Asyaran, he saw a lewd glint in her beautiful eyes
.
"Not now, Asyaran, Ilvia is still asleep," he comforted her, gently pinching Asyaran's
already erect nipple with his left hand. A stream of clear, white milk was squeezed out, flowing down his fingers
onto her beautiful breasts, the black and white contrasting.
"Sersia's gotten lewd, actually pinching my nipples on her own initiative." Watching Sersia continue to knead,
Asyaran felt his whole body go limp. "Ugh... my body seems to be getting more sensitive... um... huff
... no... no... don't... waste... um... me." "Ah...I'll get angry..." Her
intermittent moans, coupled with her lewd facial expression, made Sersia feel her already erect
penis, which had been hard that morning, become even harder.
“Then I won’t be polite.” He slightly turned his body, lowered his head, and began to gently sip.
“Mmm…so comfortable…it’s been so full for so long.” Asyalan sighed contentedly, her hands unconsciously
pressing Sersia’s head against her breasts, a faint fruity scent wafting from her lower body
.
After suckling both breasts, Sersia gently patted them and kissed each one.
He wasn’t sure what his feelings were for Asyalan. It seemed he still preferred these breasts that produced milk. But
that was wrong. A responsible paladin shouldn’t have such lustful thoughts.
He silently thought to himself, unconsciously patting those breasts that drove men crazy.
He always felt a strange, indescribable feeling for Asyalan, as if he really liked her. But
why was he developing feelings for someone he had only known for a short time? This troubled him greatly. He didn’t think
he was the kind of person who would fall for a beautiful woman at first sight, but for Asyalan…could he really have
a breast fetish?
"What are you thinking about? Let's hurry up and make love." Asailan pulled his hand and placed it at her
already wet opening, slowly rubbing the already protruding clitoris.
"No, I have to pray now, and we still have to get to the next town today."
He pulled his hand away, ignoring the mournful look on Asyaran's face, and licked the honey off his fingers. "
Ilvia, time to get up." As soon as he finished speaking, Ilvia opened her eyes.
"Good morning, Ilvia."
"Good morning, brother." Stretching, Ilvia got out of bed, picked up her clothes, and handed them to Cecilia, then
stood facing him.
Gently stroking that alluring body, Cecilia felt his breathing quicken, but he
calmly picked up Ilvia's underwear. Dressing Ilvia was
one of the things he had to do every morning.
"Ilvia, lift your legs." As her legs lifted, the smooth, hairless vulva of the young girl
was revealed before him. The originally tightly closed vulva opened slightly with the movement, and a crystal
drop of water dripped down. Cecilia caught it and then stuck out his tongue to lick it away.
"Wet?" Ilvia nodded slightly, then spread her legs wider.
"Okay," Cersia said, not wanting to disappoint her expectant eyes.
"Asyaran, you might need to go in a little further," Cersia then picked Ilvia up, laid her flat
on the bed, and began gently licking her pink petals.
"..." Although her face was flushed with excitement, Cersia understood that with Asyaran
present, she wouldn't make a sound.
Ilvia's nectar also had a faint fragrance, but it was completely different from Asyaran's.
He wondered what Sila's genitals tasted like. Cersia shook his head and began to attentively serve his beloved sister
.
"...! ...!" "Under Cersia's focused licking, Ilvia quickly reached climax,
gushing out streams of nectar from her alluring cave, wetting Cersia's face.
"Alright, it's time to go." After cleaning Ilvia's genitals, Cersia began to dress her.
"Cersia, I want your help too." She hugged Cersia from behind and began to slowly rub against her.
Helpless, Cersia could only help her get dressed as well, but Asayalan
only had a piece of cloth wrapped around her chest and vulva, along with hand and leg guards. Looking at her attire, Cersia felt that the girls around her were all very strange
... Except for Ilvia's clothing, which was relatively normal, walking on the street like this would definitely cause a lot of trouble. There was already
one Sila, and now there was another Asayalan. Cersia felt her head begin to throb violently
.
"Let's go..." After carefully packing their things, the three of them left the room and went to the next room.
Sersia gently knocked on the door.
The door opened immediately, and Sheila was still wearing the same armor as yesterday.
"Ah... Good morning, Sersia," she said, still looking exhausted, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"Good morning, Sheila, we're leaving." Sersia, already used to her appearance, didn't
mind. He simply went into the room and began tidying up the materials and undergarments scattered on the table and floor. Once
everything was in place, he lightly tapped Sheila's forehead, who had somehow fallen asleep again against the door.
The four of them slowly descended the stairs.
Just as Sersia had expected, the previously noisy hall immediately fell silent, countless swallowing
sounds replacing the Common Tongue. "Next, a few men should come up and invite the two girls
somewhere to have some fun," Sersia thought silently.
Surprisingly, no one came forward; all eyes were fixed on the two scantily clad
girls. Although each of them seemed to want to strip them naked and have their way with them,
no one did. Relieved, Cersia quickly paid the bill and left the tavern.
Walking down the street, Cersia felt somewhat lost. His once regular life seemed
completely shattered after leaving Brussels. His practice time was now spent walking, and his prayer time was
taken up by sex. Although he hadn't stopped praying, he felt as if he were blaspheming the goddess. Looking at
Asyaran, who was incessantly talking to Sheila, and the silent Ilvia, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
Was this the life he wanted? Surrounded by beautiful women? He didn't have any special skills, and his swordsmanship
wasn't particularly outstanding. He could handle ordinary people, but what if he encountered someone stronger? Sheila definitely
wouldn't help; as long as she didn't die, she would stay by his side—a lesson he learned from his time as a bounty hunter
.
It was a bounty mission; the objective was to hunt down twenty ferocious boars. The first fifteen
were easily dealt with, but the last five huddled together, as if sensing
the danger of being separated. The next day, Sersia had no choice but to launch the attack because the bounty decreased over time
, a fact displayed in the magic orb that every bounty hunter carried.
"..." Watching the numbers on the orb steadily decrease, Sersia felt his heart bleed. Fine,
he'd take the initiative. With this thought, Sersia leaped out of the bushes, and five boars, already prepared,
charged at him from different directions.
"This looks bad." After plunging his sword into the oncoming boar, Sersia rolled to the side, avoiding
the two boars on his left, but crashed into the horns of the boar on his right. He could feel
two sharp tusks piercing his abdomen. The boar that struck him then reared up, sending Sersia flying
.
"I hit... a tree trunk... uh..." A large amount of blood gushed from the hole.
Ignoring the need to bandage himself, he drew his spare short sword. After dodging the charge of the boars, he began to feel dizzy. His vision
blurred; the original four boars had multiplied into eight. He couldn't identify which one was charging at him, so
he rolled to the right.
"Ugh..." He felt a stab wound in his thigh, and then he was sent flying again.
He crashed into a tree trunk and passed out.
"Hmm... Village Chief...?"
"Looks like you're lucky to have survived. But unfortunately, your mission still failed
, and because you angered the boar herd, the village was attacked. You must pay a gold coin in compensation.
Don't worry, Sheila has already paid it for you, but that's not the only punishment. Your hunter
rank has dropped to five. Hopefully, nothing like this will happen again. Get some rest."
"..."

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