[Batman] Coffin Woman

(1
“Oh… what’s that?”
Whispers rippled through the air.
A rusty trailer creaked as it carried a heavy object—pale, rectangular, and covered with characters whose meaning was unclear but presumably some kind of sacred symbol. It looked like a newly unearthed coffin of a saint.
The young man was dragging it with all his might.
“Please wait, Mr. Yard.”
He was stopped by a guard just as he was about to enter the inner city.
“This needs to be inspected before it’s taken in.”
It certainly attracted attention, didn’t it?
What was inside this mysterious, enormous coffin-shaped object? It would be unreasonable for the guards, responsible for protecting the city, not to ask it to be opened and inspected.
“This was just pulled out of the mine across the street. You should have heard about what happened a few days ago, right?”
“Ah, that’s true… supposedly, a nearly depleted mine suddenly collapsed, and underground ruins were discovered.”
“I was ordered to investigate; this is the city lord’s order.”
“But inside the coffin…”
The guards knew, because this young man named Ad was the only magician and potion maker here. This was what was called rare item treatment, and Ad was indeed ordered to investigate the ruins. After all, there were many things inside that ordinary people couldn't access.
The guards looked at the coffin being dragged by Ad with suspicion.
“Shouldn't you have read the church's scriptures? Can't you recognize that this coffin is sacred?”
“Ah, uh…”
Actually, they had long forgotten, but no one admitted it.
The young man looked at the guards expressionlessly: “Actually, I didn't open it to look. Even if there are sacred words engraved on the outside, who knows what's inside. Is it the remains of a saint, or is it sealed with something…? So I have to take it back to the inner city's laboratory for investigation.”
He paused slightly, then continued:
“You can look if you want… but I’m not responsible if there’s any curse.”
People who haven’t studied the relevant knowledge always feel that things related to magic have a mysterious danger, and the guards indeed retreated and scattered immediately.
No one heard what Yad continued: “Ah, of course, my laboratory is well-equipped… May I enter the city?”
“Yes, please.”
The road ahead was clear.
However, the people passing by still stared at the coffin and Yad with strange looks. After groaning for most of the journey, the creaking wheels finally stopped at the laboratory—which was also Yad’s own doorstep.
“We’re here.”
He kicked the coffin with his foot.

(2)
Actually, Yad already knew that there was nothing of interest in the ruins. He also knew what the city lord was planning—if a sacred object was unearthed in the city's territory, it would be possible to establish a connection with the cult. Not only would it receive blessings, but the number of worshippers would also increase, which would be ideal.
But to be honest, the ruins looked like a place used by a group of believers for daily rituals a long time ago. Yad could at least recognize those ancient characters; there was nothing special about it, just a worthless thing that had been buried in mud for many years.
However, he found something else.
"Oh, so this is where you live? It looks pretty small."
The figure that crawled out of the coffin opened its arms with a whoosh. The fleshy membrane that grew from the armpit to the end of the knuckles kicked up a cloud of dust as it waved.
Yad pinched his nose and waved his hand: "You smell like a dead person."
“That’s not my scent. You hid me in the coffin,”
she said.
Covered in black fur like a wild beast, with sharp claws and wings that could flap air, this was undoubtedly not something a human should possess—let’s call her the “Bat-Man.”
No one else was more qualified than the explorers who entered the ruins to tell stories of the underground world. I was quite surprised when I first saw her, but in reality, she was just like that—since we could speak the same language, as long as we communicated normally, she was just a girl who looked slightly different from humans.
The two made a simple deal.
“I’ll show you my backyard, but will you show me the outside world?”
Both of them, curious about the unknown world, naturally reached a consensus.
…
…
“But speaking of which, the outside world is just as gloomy as inside Shandong!”
The winged girl leaned against the windowsill; the outside world appeared to her as a gradually fading golden hue. She didn’t know that this was merely the transition from dusk to night.
"How fast do you think I can walk by myself pulling that coffin? It's common knowledge outside that it gets dark at night. If you want to see the sun, wait until tomorrow morning."
He knocked on the coffin, making a thumping sound.
"Speaking of which, this smell is awful. Go take a shower. I need to take the coffin to the basement first."
Even if it's useless, at least it'll be something to show when the city lord comes to inspect.
Hearing this, she said with delight:
"What? Even in your tiny place, there's a pool?"
The beast-like ears on either side of him, the part least capable of hiding its emotions, twitched excitedly.
Yad said, "Don't get your hopes up, yours isn't that big."
For creatures living underground, the only water source is usually the underground water veins. Deeper still in the ruins, there was even a rushing river in the quiet, dark depths, which had initially surprised Yad a little.
He stood with his hands on his hips, watching the strange girl's excited expression. Yad thought, this girl is really overly excited. So, he continued, "Oh, no. Wait, I changed my mind. Help me push this thing to the basement."
"What? Didn't you just say you'd do it yourself? Are you just showing off?"
"I just remembered that we have to go up the stairs to get to the basement. I can pull it by myself, but going up the stairs is another matter. It'll be good to have someone to help."
Actually, he was worried that this overly excited girl would make a mess of the house. This child was like a blind person who had just regained their sight, curious about everything. Before teaching her common sense step by step, it was best not to cause any trouble.
"Okay, that's it. You just hold on in front, slowly..."
Because he had dealt with large objects before, he had someone make a ramp next to the stairs leading to the basement. However, it would still be a bit strenuous for one person to carry such a large coffin down. With an extra hand, he was finally not as panting as before.
With a thud, the trailer carrying the coffin was quietly put into the collection to be studied.
"You're one to talk! Your own place stinks too, doesn't it?"
"Ah, this smell... it's probably from brewing magic potions..."
Having lived alone for so long, his nose had gotten used to it. Ad scratched his nose, a rare occurrence for him, looking somewhat embarrassed for the first time.
"Um..."
He started trying to find an excuse.
Ad had really overcomplicated things about the girl.
"Hey, hey, what's this?"
She was just a simple little animal, her attention immediately drawn to something else.
The girl excitedly waved her arms, her folded wing membranes and beast ears twitching with her emotions.
—It was a flower with only a few leaves and a pure white bud, seemingly not yet ready to bloom.
"【Shirley】?"
She read the name on the handwritten name tag stuck in the soil of the flowerpot.
Yad said, "【Shelly】is just the scientific name. It's a kind of moonflower. I planted it to make a magic potion after it blooms, but I've been quite busy lately and haven't taken care of it much." "
Using such a beautiful flower to make a magic potion? You're such an unromantic man."
She looked at Yad with disdain.
But then she smiled. As she smiled, she said, "I've decided, I'll use this name."

(3)
The nameless girl lived alone in the cave. Apart from the reptiles and cave creatures all over the ground, she had no one of her kind.
She looked expectant and asked Yad for his opinion: "Is it okay? Can I use this as my name?"
"If you like it, then use it. You don't have to ask me..."
Yad suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't done anything, but it seemed like he had given this girl something quite extraordinary.
So when she casually asked, "Could you give me this flower too?", Ad readily agreed. He thought to himself, "Could this guy actually be a genius at using psychological tactics?"
"Alright, go take a bath,"
Ad said finally, ending the conversation.
...
...
Although he was a half-baked magician and potion maker, as the only person of that class in the city, Ad was naturally regarded as a member of the nobility. He used most of the funds allocated by the city lord for various research projects, but he also set aside a small portion to decorate his residence quite nicely.
"What's this?" "And that? What's that?"—Even in a place like a washroom, there were many things that intrigued Sherry.
With a little flexibility, elemental magic could be quite helpful in daily life. For example, hot water for bathing was something that only the truly upper class with large mansions and many servants could enjoy. Those servants would be responsible for filling the water tank, and someone else would constantly add firewood to the stove to keep it warm.
Aard only held the title of nobleman in name only. The reason he enjoyed the privilege of hot baths was because he had added a magical device he made himself to the bottom of the tub. The accumulated fire element continuously and slowly heated anything placed on it, and the water for washing was artificially diverted from the river outside.
In the cave where Sherry originally lived, everything related to warmth was quite rare. When washing their bodies, they only used the icy underground river.
"It's hot water!"
She jumped in immediately.
I don't know how this guy took off his clothes. When the smelly piece of cloth floated down from the sky and covered Aard's head, he was also splashed with hot water at the same time.
"Hey..."
"Aard, take a bath too!"
The girl, her fur soaked with hot water and steaming, leaned on the edge of the tub, looking excitedly cheering.
"...I really should spend some time teaching you about 'shame'."
Compared to the black hair growing on her body, her mind was purer than any blank sheet of paper. Sherry, seemingly unconcerned about exposing herself to a member of the opposite sex,
remarked,
"A hot bath is so nice!"
"Ah... I know. I'll go next, but remember to behave properly next time, and take your clothes off after I leave—"
"Let's bathe together!"
Sherry grabbed a corner of Ad's clothes and dragged him into the water. The power hidden beneath that small body was far greater than it appeared. Ad's voice suddenly rose to a scream, which was then swallowed by the sound of the water.
(Whoa...)
He tumbled into the bathtub, spilling hot water everywhere. The culprit was now sprawled on top of Ad, giggling.
Sherry said, "Hot water is much more comfortable than cold water!" as she spoke, laughing.
That's it—that's the kind of face that makes you unable to be angry.
"...Wearing dirty clothes and getting all wet and sticky from the hot water, how could I feel comfortable?"
He had no choice but to take off his soaking wet clothes and throw them on the water-stained floor, deciding to clean up after his bath. Speaking of which, when he was investigating the mine ruins, going back and forth to the city was too troublesome and time-consuming, so when cleaning up, he could only use the cold underground pool with Sherry.
The girl showed no embarrassment whatsoever, sitting casually on Ad's stomach. The bathtub, which was more than enough for one person, was barely enough room for an extra person.
"I'm telling you...ordinary girls don't just invite other men to bathe together, you know?"
The memory of being kicked into the underground pool by a naked girl the first time he bathed there was still vividly etched in Ad's mind. After getting used to each other, he was indifferent to such things.
"Don't people outside bathe together?"
"Well, you can't really say, but with the opposite sex—"
"—with someone you like, right?"
"Uh…that's right."
Did she truly understand or not? Did that innocent face really hide a side that Aard didn't know?
Aard asked her, "Let me ask you something, do you know what 'like' means?"
"I know, right?"
Sherry brought her lips to Aard's cheek—was that a kiss? Not understanding anything including romance, the girl, following her instincts, licked Aard's face with her tongue.
"That's how it feels, isn't it? And, Aard likes me too, right?"
The color gradually spreading across Sherry was the sexual desire existing in her instincts, a desire that didn't need the so-called "love that grows over time" to develop. Male and female are like the two poles of a magnet, created by God, and intercourse is an instinct that one is born with and possesses.
Exploring the cave was rather tedious, with only Ad and the cave's native inhabitant, Sherry. The "magnetic" effect began to subtly take hold then; their relationship was solidified the first time they washed together in the water.
Sherry's body was, after all, female.
Black down grew on her slender hands and feet, and dark wing membranes extended from her armpits to her fingertips. But Ad didn't find these features repulsive. It was simply the body of a young girl, slightly different from ordinary people.
"Ahaha, it tickles!"
She was completely oblivious to anything shameful about, giggling as Ad brought his lips to her neck.
Their first time was in the cave's pool, when Sherry wasn't so "docile." The initial pleasure of intercourse was accompanied by initial pain; the little wild beast left a deep bite mark on Ad's shoulder.
With a "gurgle," Sherry, who was sitting on him, squeezed the man's penis with her hand and put it into her body.
The hot water in the bathtub began to boil and splashed out little by little as it swayed. Sherry swayed her body and twisted from side to side. She felt very comfortable.
"Ah~~ My belly is so warm."
The satisfied look that appeared at the end was the result of shooting all the semen into her uterus.
Like a succubus, she stroked her belly and showed a look of being full.
"...You have to clean the floor before you go to sleep tonight."
This was the last sentence that Yad said.
He was still burying his head in Sherry's chest. Her breasts, which were a size that was just right between a girl and a mature woman, could just cover his expression.
Yad really didn't like to show Sherry his expression after the fact.

(4)
Yad never thought he would see a shy and timid expression on Sherry's face. He always thought that this girl was naturally curious, bold and a little bit thick-skinned. But Sherry, who had been so interested in the outside world just moments before, became quite fearful of the unknown once she actually put on the cloak that concealed her identity and appearance and followed Yard out.
"What's that? What's this? "
With an expression of wanting to find out yet being afraid, her fingers, hidden beneath the cloak, gripped Yard's arm tightly.
"Oh dear, how strange. Mr. Yard, going out with someone else?"
"It's a disciple recently taken in by an acquaintance, entrusted to my care."
Yard calmly deflected the gazes cast upon him by his acquaintances.
Yard had never lied before, so this time no one could detect his lie.
[She's a country girl, a little shy.]
[She'll be staying with me temporarily, just bringing her out to get familiar with the environment.]
Even the guards didn't doubt Yard's words.
They certainly hadn't expected the wing membranes and black down hidden beneath that cloak. Although it was a routine check that required Sherry to remove her cloak's hood for the city guards to record her appearance, no one noticed her long, pointed, animal-like ears. Because they were the same color as her hair, Ad gave Sherry a ribbon to tie her hair as a cover, actually to suppress the ears. They blended into Sherry's fluffy, curly fur, making them invisible even up close.
With a sense of awe and curiosity, the girl from the cave, guided by Ad, was cautiously exploring the outside world.
"I've never seen a world like this before,"
she told Ad.
"But it's also a little scary… I definitely wouldn't dare go out without Ad."
So much information flooded her mind:
humans, language, culture, and the various colors reflected in the sunlight. Sherry was but a tiny drop in the ocean amidst all of this. The outside world was nothing like the cave home she knew so well. In that cave, even without using her eyes, Sherry could tell where she was.
Being able to clearly see the vastness of her world made it harder to know where she was.
"If you're afraid of getting lost, hold my hand,"
Yad said, taking her small hand from under his cloak.
Sherry gripped Yad's hand tightly, extremely nervous.
Yad led her from one street to another, passing various shops and greeting all sorts of people.
...
...
Everyone found it strange that Yad would suddenly bring along an unfamiliar female disciple. After all, she wasn't a familiar face in the city. However, since she seemed to be just a young girl, no one really paid any attention.
Those who knew Yad—the so-called "disciple"—following the young sorcerer like a little tail, whispered among themselves.
"Hey, Ad. Are they talking about something related to us?"
"They're new faces, of course they'll gossip behind our backs, just don't worry about it... Oh, speaking of which, we were going to buy some things on the way..." "
...What are you planning to do, Ad?"
"The materials in the warehouse are almost used up, we need to order more."
They talked as they walked.
It seemed that as long as she was with Ad, Sherry gradually became less afraid of anything. The conversation just now served as one of the opportunities, and Ad gradually taught Sherry things she didn't know.
(Ah... coming to think of it, it seems there are many other things to do as well...)
Ad is the only sorcerer here, and although it sounds impressive, it is precisely because he is the only one that Ad has to accept all sorts of tasks entrusted to him by the city lord. From concocting magic potions to building magic barriers around the town, anything that can be roughly categorized as related to magic has to be entrusted to Ad.
After all, he is the only one who knows about this kind of knowledge.
Was it luck or misfortune? As a result, Ad became a sorcerer who was basically proficient in everything, but aside from basic knowledge, he hadn't studied any of them in depth, remaining a dabbler in each. He
'd been spending a lot of time in those ruins recently, and judging by the time he was running out, the barrier magic outside the city needed to be checked again, and a new batch of potions for the militia needed to be prepared.
"Then I'll go buy those herbs first, and ask the city lord for reimbursement later... Oh?" Ad
, with Sherry by his side, was planning his day when he noticed a group of people approaching him out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Ad?" The one greeting him was an important figure. "Ah, it's the city lord." Ad quickly lowered his head. (You should learn to do this first.) He whispered to Sherry. "Oh..." The winged girl imitated Ad.

"I heard you've taken on an apprentice I've never seen before?"
"Yes, sir. A friend from elsewhere entrusted him to my care temporarily."
However, just as Ad was slowly answering, another voice Ad had never heard before suddenly interrupted their conversation—"So, you're the local sorcerer?"—He stood beside the city lord.
The man in the white robes was undoubtedly a missionary from the Order.
"The Order... ah... is it because of that ruin?"
"Indeed, he's Father Thomas, from the Order."
As the city lord introduced him, the man extended his hand to Ad in a very friendly manner, saying, "Nice to meet you."
This was a matter of courtesy, and Ad slightly toned down his usual dry demeanor, trying to put on a friendly expression.
"However, regarding that ruin..." Because he had secretly brought Sherry into the city under the pretext of research, Ad was now a little guilty. He felt it was better to be clear about some things from the beginning: "I took a look, it might be a site used for sacrifices in the past, nothing special..."
"Ah haha, actually that's not that important either." The missionary in front of him replied with a smile, saying, "As far as I know, this small town hasn't built a church yet. Maintaining order relies solely on the local militia, and even the tasks of preparing potions and maintaining the outer magical barrier are all left to you. Consider the ruins a starting point; I'll help you with some of the work in the future."
"Oh... I see, then thank you for your trouble."
Yad answered cautiously.
Standing behind him, Sherry watched all this in silence. The girl from the cave couldn't fully comprehend what was happening before her. She only roughly understood that these two people must have some kind of special identity. It was like how in a herd of animals, there must be a leader.
Yad had once told Sherry that because the people here needed him, even the city lord would show him some respect. It was through this loophole that Yad managed to sneak in.
“Oh, is this your disciple? What a lovely child.”
Suddenly, the missionary’s attention shifted to Sherry. He showed the kind look that all priests have, but just as Father Thomas was about to reach out and pat her head, Yad brought the meeting to a close with very stiff words:
“Speaking of which, this child still has a lot to learn. It would be great if the priest were willing to share some of the work. I think the magical barrier outside the city can be temporarily entrusted to you, is that alright?”

(5)
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward until Yad took Sherry away on his own initiative.
“Perhaps he was jealous?”
the missionary said with a smile at the end.
Then the city lord also laughed.
That’s right, this is how young people should be. As the only sorcerer here, in their eyes, since Thomas came here, Yad finally had a competitor, so they didn’t give him a good look. Young people are still young, their emotions always on display.
"Anyway, I'm leaving the rest to you."
"Not at all, spreading the blessings of God is our duty."
Presumably, a new church will soon be built in this small town.
That would surely elevate the town's prosperity to a new level. For the town lord, this is a win-win situation.
No one cared about Yard's rudeness; the two easily forgave the young man's minor mistake.
...
...
"Um... Yard?"
"Don't speak for now, we need to go back early today."
What should have been a leisurely schedule, ending with the sudden encounter with the missionary, was abruptly cut short by Yard. He frowned, hurriedly leading Sherry home—even though she was unhappy about this sudden change of heart, Yard showed no mercy.
Could it be related to those two seemingly high-ranking people? Sherry wondered.
Bang! The door slammed shut. Ard's tense expression only eased briefly after he got home and locked the door tightly.
"Those are people from the Church,"
Ard said to Sherry, who stood before him waiting for an explanation.
"The Church?"
"It's a bunch of... well, anyway, they're pretty difficult to deal with. But that's not the point. The problem is, the Church absolutely cannot see your true form."
"...Will that cause trouble?"
"You'll be burned at the stake. The Church has zero tolerance for monsters."
Ard, expecting Sherry to be frightened by the thought of being burned alive, had even prepared a comforting line for her. However, the winged girl's next words surprised her:
"So, Ard was protecting me just now?"
"Ah, oh... I guess so."
If they were discovered, she, as someone connected to the Church, would also face considerable trouble.
At this moment, Sherry smiled and said to Yad, "That's good. Because in the outside world, Yad will protect me well, okay!"
"Oh dear, oh dear..."
Yad was at a loss for words at her innocent look.
He glanced at the window and checked the doorknob again—okay, in short, he had to ensure absolute safety in this house.
After a pause, Yad bent down and said to Sherry, "Don't think about that now. At least I can leave the magic barrier job to that guy from now on, and I have plenty of free time today."
"Is Yad going out later?"
"No, I still have work to do... Didn't you have enough fun?"
"Not at all, I just want to stay with Yad."
"Oh..."
Sherry's expression was as natural as if she were talking about an everyday conversation when she said that. Yad secretly sized her up a few times, wondering if Sherry really understood the meaning of those words, or if she was just too innocent.
He said, "Then follow me."
Yard led Sherry to a hidden basement within the dwelling. This dimly lit place was illuminated by a perpetually burning magical candle, and contained most of the tools a sorcerer should possess.
"Oh, this is a lovely place!"
The winged girl, a cave dweller, was quite pleased with the place. Instead of asking Yard what he was there for, she excitedly asked,
"Yard, can I live here from now on?"
"Huh?" Yard turned to look at her. He was about to refuse, but those eyes seemed to possess a magic that made it impossible for anyone to resist. Yard paused awkwardly, then, almost involuntarily, agreed: "Uh, whatever you like. But don't touch my potions."
Following the hidden staircase down to its deepest point, the space suddenly appeared remarkably spacious compared to the narrow staircase.
"This used to be part of the city's sewers," Yad said, "but one section collapsed and became blocked, so it's been abandoned for a long time. I thought it looked clean, so I took the liberty of turning it into an underground laboratory."
He expected Sherry to frown at the mention of the sewers, but she didn't seem to lose any of her interest. Sherry happily stretched out her arms, and with a whoosh, her wing membranes unfolded. Those previously suppressed and hidden non-human parts were now revealed, reflecting their owner's emotions.
"Wow! Just like where I lived before, and it's not cold at all!"
Sherry said, then asked Yad,
"Yad, Yad, what are you going to do next?"
"Prepare some potions for those soldiers."
The basement Yad had reserved for his workshop contained nothing luxurious except for some mysterious-looking crucibles and potion bottles. The only place to rest was probably a few simple chairs.
Sherry plopped down on one, listening to the creaking of the wooden chair as she looked at Ad.
The young sorcerer Ad was about to demonstrate something rather unremarkable. He was simply tossing purchased herbs into a crucible according to a set ratio, doing something he knew all too well: it looked like making soup. However, the rising steam didn't smell delicious, only carrying the faint, fishy odor characteristic of herbs, which quickly disappeared into the air.
As part of Ad's job, these potions would be distributed to the city's guards after they were made. Even if there was holy magic in this world that could heal wounds, it wasn't a panacea. Certain serious or special injuries and illnesses could only be treated with potions concocted by apothecaries and sorcerers.
That small crucible had to go through the same tedious process repeatedly to produce enough.
Sherry watched Yad's performance quietly—perhaps she was getting bored too?
When he finally finished his homework, Yad heard Sherry's soft snores.
His expression froze for a moment, and Yad carefully and quietly observed Sherry.

(6)
There was something more mysterious than magic about her—perhaps it was destined from the moment they met.
Even though Yad never showed it outright, he had to admit that since their first encounter in the cave, something new had sprouted from their purely lustful intercourse.
Was it possessiveness born of male inferiority, or was it really that so-called "love"? Yad had no intention of thinking about these questions. The girl sleeping soundly right under his nose instantly ignited the tiny bit of fuel hidden in Yad's heart.
He walked over and sat down next to Sherry, then leaned down. "Hey, are you going to fall asleep now?"
"...Hmm... Ah, Yad?"
Sherry, still half-asleep, twitched her ears, because Yad had just breathed on her.
He didn't need to say anything; it was like a siren.
After a yawn, the girl brought her lips to his. Sherry kissed his cheek, then stuck out her tongue.
"You're salty. Did you sweat a lot?"
Working so long underground in a sealed environment, sweating was to be expected.
Yad said, "I'll take a shower later." He buried his face in the girl's chest, the dense animal fur and the human-like skin beneath it filling his nostrils with an unprecedented scent.
"Ahaha... This... it's a little itchy..."
Sherry's voice initially chuckled at the tickling, but soon, a heavier breath flowed from her nostrils.
Human saliva dampened the beast's fur, and when parted, the exposed white skin slid down her chest to her groin.
(How old is she?)
Yad wondered.
The body before him seemed to be in the prime of her youth, yet it exuded a surprisingly strong scent on the tip of her tongue.
The tight, writhing flesh sucked the tongue that was licking the tip of her genitals all the way to the base. The sparse pubic hair of the girl's lower body pricked his cheek, and the flesh of her private parts, covered in saliva and secretions, moved back and forth against her lips.
"Ah, I hate it... tongue, licking back and forth...!"
she moaned incoherently.
The wild, hairy part of her body contracted and trembled exaggeratedly with the pleasure it received. It must have looked incredibly pleasurable. Her waist was wrapped around his waist, and he was lifted up with his groin facing upwards.
His tongue was coated with slightly salty, warm fluid. Only after feeling the girl's bones completely soften did the slightly wicked Yad finally stop. He then pressed his lips to hers, his insatiable desire subsiding only slightly after both of them were covered in saliva.
"..."
He silently guided the girl's movements with gestures and body language.
"Ah...!"
Sherry bit her lip, trying to keep her moans low.
The male penis was fully inside her.
The hot, branding substance throbbed within her, rhythmic with her heartbeat.
On the girl's pristine white skin, Yad inscribed the notes of desire upon her body. She writhed and twisted, hoping every inch of her vagina would be kissed by his penis.
The agitation continued until his semen finally filled her vagina and uterus.
The man exhaled a long breath, letting Sherry slump against him, her still-animalistic fingertips occasionally twitching and scratching his skin as if electrocuted. The afterglow of pleasure hadn't faded; a mixture of bodily fluids dripped from their point of contact down her thighs and then to her ankles.
Yad leaned close to her ear, kissing her sweaty, furry animal ears: "...You're so beautiful," he said instinctively.
"Hehe..."
Sherry laughed, arching her back, saying,
"Yad...aren't you satisfied yet? I've had enough, and if you want more, that's fine too..."
Yad told her, "Don't force yourself, and besides, I think today is enough."
His voice slowly faded.
After a long silence, Sherry suddenly realized that Yad had been staring at her from the very beginning.
A surge of even stronger emotions welled up within Yad.
He hugged Sherry tightly and said, “The members of the cult will be coming here one after another. You have to stay close to me, or you will cause big trouble.”

(7)
In Sherry’s eyes, she thought that Yad was a very powerful person.
She didn't know what a sorcerer's profession was, but Sherry had seen Ad concoct potions from seemingly insignificant ingredients to heal wounds; she had also seen seemingly useless things transformed into remarkable tools under Ad's magic.
Therefore, Sherry couldn't comprehend the terrifying nature of the "Order."
Before becoming a sorcerer in this town, Ad had belonged to the Order.
But his frail body couldn't wield weapons; his duty was to soothe the wounded soldiers on the front lines with potions and spells.
His eyes had seen too much; regardless of which side was right, Ad no longer wanted to intervene in the war between the Order and the Demon Realm.
"I ran away during a retreat, and this name is now an alias,"
Ad slowly recounted to Sherry, nestled in his arms, as a prelude to sleep.
"To be honest, I'd almost forgotten about it. I never expected to encounter the Order again here; things might get a little troublesome later."
Ad wasn't worried at all that his desertion would be brought up again.
He was temporarily conscripted due to the local war situation while still an apprentice in a workshop. He didn't bear the magical mark of someone belonging to the cult.
"Even if we're in danger, Ade will definitely protect me, right?"
She still had that innocent look.
Even Ade couldn't say no to that.
"Anyway, I'll do my best,"
he finally said.
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Unexpectedly, in short, nothing happened.
The commotion caused by the cult's arrival only concerned the believers in the city. The missionaries generously bestowed blessings, naming it a miracle of God.
Ade silently watched all of this unfold.
He no longer needed to painstakingly set up a protective magic circle for the town with his rudimentary skills; instead, the cult's protective circle would take its place. Under the holy light, everything categorized as evil would have nowhere to hide.
Ade also had the responsibility of distributing medicine to the soldiers guarding the city.
He continued to perform this task, but Ade imagined that perhaps in the near future, as the number of followers in the cult gradually increased, the Holy Capital would send new priests. It was also possible that they would invite him to join the cult.
In the eyes of others, this young sorcerer named Ade was becoming increasingly silent—in their eyes, he looked more and more gloomy, like a dejected fellow whose business was gradually being taken away.
[How long can this continue?]
He pondered this question every day.
Day after day, he fulfilled his dwindling duties, then indulged in time spent with Sherry. This leisurely life couldn't last long. As someone who had secretly deserted from the front lines, Ade had no desire to continue entangled with the cult, and Sherry's sensitive identity was something the cult members couldn't possibly conceal.
So, one day, Yad said to Sherry,
"We should be getting ready to leave."
"Leave? Where to?"
"The Cult is here. If your true form is exposed, it'll be a huge problem."
Sherry's face simply said, "Oh, is that so? Then let's do it your way." The cave girl, not yet fully understanding the cruelty of the outside world, looked at her—"I can't rest easy knowing you're always like this."
He secretly began to plan his escape.
Going through the city gates was impossible; whether going in or out, he would be discovered the moment he crossed the barrier.
So Yad chose the underground route.
His private underground laboratory was actually connected to the city's old sewer system. Once it was dug open, he could follow the abandoned underground waterways out.
This planned escape wasn't as thrilling as the stories in novels, because no one ever noticed what Yad had concealed.
He set fire to his house and burned it down.
In the minds of all the townspeople, the young sorcerer named [Ard] met his end with his disciple dying in a fire, presumably an accident.
"Fire, fire?!"
"Quick, get some water!!"
"..."
While the townspeople were frantically trying to save him, Ard and Sherry had already walked quite a distance.
He had used a little trick to create two corpses; although they would soon be discovered to be fake, and the hole in the basement wouldn't be concealed for long, it would at least buy them several days. That was enough.
He took Sherry's hand, and this time she led the way.
"Ard's eyes can't see in this darkness, even with torches. I'll go first... Hmm, I can smell fresh air; the hole isn't far."
"Oh, yes, yes, thank you for your help."
Ard walked slowly, her hand in his.
He felt he would soon see the light ahead.
The options of [stay] and [leave] didn't linger in Ard's mind for long; he made his decision almost immediately. And even now, Yad hasn't regretted his decision. As he finally emerged from underground, he instinctively looked back in the direction he'd come from.
At the far end of his vision, the small town looked utterly peaceful; the commotion caused by Yad's escape was completely invisible from there.
It was like a coffin containing everyone inside.
Thankfully, Yad had escaped.
"Yad, where do we go next?"
"To another town. I know a few neutral places,"
he said, squeezing Sherry's hand.
This time, Yad walked ahead again.

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