An Unexpected Reunion

"… But I loved you first… Even though I told you how much I loved you…"

"W-Wait a moment, Alma. I'm still a virgin. It doesn't count. And what just happened was rape, too."

"R-Rape… rape is adultery as well…"

Yoal was left dumbfounded by this utterly unexpected reaction, at a total loss for what to do about it.

It was inordinately amusing that Charlotte had ended up being the one making excuses for the situation, though he couldn't say he felt no pity for her at all.

Even as this went on, the situation progressed at a brisk, smooth pace.

"Look, there's no blood anywhere, right? It was only the tip, so… it definitely isn't torn… I think."

"… Is that so…?"

"You're asking me…?"

Almaeira stared intently at Yoal's face.

Is that really so important? Somewhat bewildered, Yoal nodded.

For Almaeira it seemed to be quite a grave matter—her expression was deadly earnest.

"… I-I understand… I'll accept it."

"Good, if you'll say that—"

"Once you show me proof."

"—Huh?"

Proof. There could surely be only one thing it meant.

Almaeira shot Yoal a quick glance. He nodded and, without a moment's delay, slipped around behind Charlotte. Catching her in a full nelson, he forced her legs open as well.

"H-Hey… hey, no, w-wait, hold on, not like this, in front of Alma…!"

"… It'll be over soon… so please, just hold still for a little while."

"Her eyes are dead serious…"

Yoal looked at Almaeira over Charlotte's shoulder.

Her melancholy-tinged blue eyes glistened wet and gleaming as she peered into Charlotte's crotch.

It seemed as if the purity she'd had in life was nowhere to be found—or so he thought, but that wasn't it.

She was, at times, fervent and passionate. That had been true even in life, back when she was called the "Saintess." Even when she extended a saving hand to the kingdom's poor, at the root of it was anger. Unsaved, unrewarded—a searing fury at that miserable state of affairs, where countless people died like dogs in the streets, was what spurred on her acts of charity.

"… Ngh, uuh… fine, fine…!"

In short, momentum. Overwhelmed by that sheer intensity, Charlotte, half in tears, gently parted her legs.

Almaeira examined her reproductive organ up close, as if about to bite into it.

"… Here, until just a moment ago, Yoal's thing was… all gone soft and mushy…"

"N-Never mind the running commentary, just hurry up and get it over with…!"

"… S-Sorry…"

Almaeira stared fixedly and swallowed with a small gulp.

After timidly bowing her head, she once again brought her hands to Charlotte's genitals. Pinching the wet folds of flesh and gently spreading them apart, she peered deep inside the vagina.

The room's lights were already lit. Nothing obstructed her view.

"… Incredible, isn't it. The red folds are all slick and glistening… and there's so much sticky juice spilling out…"

"L-Like I said, you don't have to go looking at a place like that…!"

"The flesh inside keeps twitching, quivering… and the juice is trickling out… Did it feel good…?"

"Is that information you actually need!?"

Charlotte cried out, drenched in shame. But Almaeira's expression was deadly earnest.

After a silence that seemed to demand an answer, Charlotte, cheeks flushed bright red, gave a small nod.

"… I'm envious," Almaeira said, blushing herself, and pressed on with her observation.

The thing she was after—the hymen—was found right away.

"… Ah. It's true… this is it…"

"Ngh… r-right? Will you forgive me?"

Having her hymen intently examined by her master, the very one she was sworn to guard, must have been more than she could bear. Face bright red, Charlotte begged Almaeira for forgiveness.

Almaeira gave a small nod and drew her hands back from the labia she'd spread wide open.

"… Yes. Thinking it was 'unfair' was a misunderstanding on my part. Sharo would never do such a thing…"

"I'm not so chaste that I deserve that much credit, but… anyway, I'm glad."

"… Though I'm not happy that you got a crest carved into you and all…"

Almaeira abruptly puffed out her cheeks and traced her fingers up along Charlotte's lower abdomen—stroking the Lewd Crest engraved there.

"Ngh," Charlotte let slip a faint, sweet moan and bit back a gasp.

"Are you two done talking?"

"Actually, isn't this something you should be the one explaining…?"

He let go, releasing Charlotte. She glared at Yoal resentfully, then shrugged and began fumbling her clothes back on.

She had a point—how to explain everything up to now, how to get her to accept it. Racking his brain, Yoal turned back to face Almaeira once more.

"Alma—what are you doing?"

"… Eh, ah…"

In the brief instant he'd looked away, Almaeira had been gazing feverishly at the condoms scattered across the sheets.

Several unused ones, and five translucent sacs brimming with semen—her gaze was fixed mainly on the ones with contents inside.

"… May I have some?"

"Have what!?"

"… Th-These…"

Almaeira timidly pinched up the tip of one of the sacs and prodded at the heavy, dangling contents. The thick seed-juice sloshed with a wet plop inside the sac.

"What could you possibly want with something like—"

"… M-May I?"

"Go ahead."

Her eyes were as fixed and intense as ever, so he meekly nodded. Even Charlotte watched her, dumbfounded.

"… P-Please don't stare so much…" Almaeira said bashfully as she gently untied the knot at the tip.

Pressing her fair nose to the sac, she sniffed at it a few times.

A filthy white fluid that could not possibly smell pleasant. And yet, with it right beneath her nose, Almaeira softly narrowed her eyes and broke into a smile.

"A-Alma, if you touch something that gross your nose'll rot off!"

"Isn't that treatment a little too much…?"

It was certainly filthy, but it shouldn't be the sort of thing that was poisonous or toxic.

But Almaeira, as if their words no longer reached her ears, twitched her nostrils with little sniffs. After her fair cheeks suddenly flushed red, she gently tipped the sac's contents.

The gooey seed-juice trickled down her pink lips and flowed into her mouth. It defiled the vivid pink mucous membranes of her mouth and slid down her slender, delicate throat.

Gulping it down with wet swallows, she drank the sac's entire contents without pausing.

"… Ah… nn, fuh… 💕"

Almaeira let her expression melt with rapture and exhaled a semen-scented breath.

With a fingertip she gently scooped up the sperm that had spilled from the corner of her mouth and set it on her tongue. Lapping it up with a slurp, she once again worked her throat up and down with wet gulps.

So provocative, so obscene—and yet a lewd display that somehow conveyed even a sense of refinement. She caught even the dripping droplets firmly in her palm and tipped it like a wine cup. It was a sight that captivated even Charlotte, herself a woman.

"… Ngh, kuh."

In that instant, Yoal suddenly felt a dull ache in his lower body.

It was because his swollen, rigid member was straining against his underwear, drawn painfully taut. Even through the fabric the shape of the head stood out plainly—it hardly seemed like something that had already ejaculated five times.

"… Isn't it bigger than it was with me? You beast."

"… I have no excuse."

Uncontrollable arousal tormented his shaft.

The childhood friend he'd yearned for over long years, whom he'd dreamed of meeting again more times than he could count—the girl he'd pined for so.

That this was his reaction upon laying eyes on her was truly pathetic. He was disillusioned with himself, yet his erection didn't wilt in the slightest. There was no escaping the reproach of being a beast.

"… So this… is what was spilled inside Sharo's vagina…"

"I didn't come inside her, but—no, that's right."

He resolved to stop making excuses. Roughly raking a hand through his gray hair, Yoal gave a firm nod.

Almaeira's eyes curved with a pained wistfulness for a moment, and she laid a hand on her own gently sloping belly. The faintly rounded lower abdomen of a small body that could never quite shed its childlike quality.

"… I've read about it, in so many books… This, spilled inside one's belly… in gushing spurts… makes a baby, doesn't it…?"

Smoothly stroking her belly all over, she reached without hesitation for the next condom.

"… Alma?"

"Yoal's, this… inside my, belly… spurting out… 💕 and joining together, with my, egg… 💕"

By the time he realized she wasn't listening at all, the tip of the sac was already untied.

Enraptured, Almaeira slurped the sperm inside the condom and exhaled in rapture. Narrowing her eyes, she savored the thick beads of sperm on her tongue. Fidgeting, she swayed her hips wistfully and cast a sidelong glance at Yoal.

Charlotte, too, joined in shooting the man a damp, sullen glare.

"… Don't tell me you two have already done something?"

"We haven't."

"Then you didn't do anything lewd before you died, either?"

"Absolutely not."

On that point, at least, he was innocent. Paying no mind to the two of them exchanging solemn glances, Almaeira promptly emptied the second condom.

With wet chupa, chu sounds she sucked out the seed. From the white fluid clinging to the tip of the sac to the single trickle running down the corner of her mouth, she slurped up the semen with almost greedy hunger—the seed-juice Yoal had wrung out time and time again.

Once he grasped that, Yoal's swelling flesh reared up whether he willed it or not. Rock-hard and erect, it swelled at the glans to the point of nearly leaking seed then and there.

"… Yoal…"

"—Yeah."

Just then, a feverish gaze suddenly fixed on the man. Setting the emptied thin membrane down on the sheets, she peered intently into Yoal's eyes.

—Why had she become so fixated even on seed he'd spilled with other women? When the man himself was right here, within arm's reach.

Her eyes gleamed brilliantly, wearing a smile that all but said as much. Almaeira got on all fours atop the bed and inched her way toward Yoal.

"… Please… will you give some… to me too? … Will you release it with me? … Even with my body… will you release it inside my belly…?"

Her wet eyes gazed up at him. Heedless of her long platinum hair spilling down over the sheets, she let out sweet, feverish breaths.

"W-Wait a second, Alma—"

"… I can't wait… I, I can't wait any longer. I've been waiting… all this time… so, it's alright, isn't it…? Please, Yoal—"

Her eyes abruptly welled with tears. Knitting her brow wistfully, she twitched her small nose with a sniff. The breath that escaped her with a cute little "kep" smelled faintly of semen.

Yoal looked down at her and caught his breath. He felt his chest tighten. And he was more than a little astonished—she'd kept waiting? For him, who was supposed to have died twenty years ago? Surely not.

Unable to watch him struggle to believe it, Charlotte cut in from the side.

"… It's not like she's gone off the deep end. It's the truth. Whether she really believed it, I couldn't say. Alma prayed for you—that she'd get to see you again, that your life would come back around."

That was.

That was a truth beyond Yoal's imagining.

Twenty years was no short span of time. Though she now bore the title of "Witch Queen," she had originally, after all, been nothing more than human.

In terms of years spent waiting, it was the same for Yoal, but his circumstances and Almaeira's were altogether different.

Yoal had poured every spare hour into training and the like, but Almaeira couldn't do the same.

Even if they were peaceful times—twenty years of ceaselessly offering up prayers must have made for truly mind-numbing days.

It wouldn't have been strange at all if she'd lost her mind. Even the lewd display she'd shown a moment ago was, if anything, well within the realm of understanding.

"… I don't need to hold back anymore. I'm not a "Saintess" or anything anymore… so, Yoal, please, I—"

Yoal cut off her unfinished words and gathered her slender back into his arms.

He held her tight against his chest—the high body heat unique to a small body carried through her clothes.

"… Ah, ah…"

"Sorry. Alma. I kept you waiting… so, let me talk a little. For making our reunion turn out like this… I'm sorry."

Almaeira shook her head with a tremble and clung wordlessly to Yoal's chest. She sobbed over and over, and each time hot droplets spilled down.

The warmth of human skin. Her heat, which he'd never once stopped longing for. And it was this close—right here in his own arms.

After lightly stroking her slender back, Yoal gently lifted her up and turned to look back at Charlotte.

"… Sorry for the commotion. We're heading outside."

"Not even an apology, huh… no, never mind. What you did to me is nothing compared to the sin of making Alma wait."

"Part of that was you dragging things out, though…"

"… Can't we call that even, then?"

Charlotte scratched her nose, looking sheepish.

"The one you owe an apology to for that isn't me."

"… You're absolutely right. What a disagreeable man."

"That goes both ways."

"Completely… Make sure you tell me how it turns out later."

"Yeah."

There had been plenty of twists and turns, but in the end he'd obtained her forgiveness. Yoal gently lifted Almaeira up and stepped down off the bed.

Holding her for the first time, he learned—her body was so very small, and so very light.

People had worshipped such a small girl as a "Saintess," saddled her with an enormous burden of responsibility, and in the end, cast her aside.

… Or perhaps, simply failed to save her.

"… Ah… Yoal, wait, just a moment…"

"What is it?"

Just then, cradled in Yoal's arms, Almaeira suddenly lifted her face.

She reached out ever so gently over the sheets and picked something up.

"… May I… have this…?"

Almaeira, cheeks faintly tinged red, looking bashful.

Charlotte pressed a palm to her forehead as if fending off a headache, and Yoal nodded with a deeply solemn expression.

—Cradled in her hands were the three remaining semen-filled condoms.