The NPC sets out to defeat the demon king-Chapter 19

Since we were finally face to face like this...

I could feel every single inch of her against me.

From the tender warmth of her thighs gently brushing up against mine,

to the subtle friction of our skin as her legs shifted slightly,

to the soft weight of her breasts flattened against my chest,

it felt like her entire body was melting into mine.

Her breathing wasn't calm.

It was ragged and heavy, like she'd just run through a storm, like she couldn't catch her breath no matter how many times she inhaled.

Each exhale she released was hot—

So hot it felt like fire licking at my skin.

And there was no mistaking it.

I could feel her arousal.

The subtle trembling in her hips.

The way she pressed closer to me, and not pulling away even an inch.

She was horny.

Desperately so.

And she could feel mine too.

There was no hiding the hard pressure of my thing pressed right up against her, throbbing between us.

"Hey..."

Her voice broke the silence, low and almost inaudible.

It was so faint it was like a secret carried on a whisper.

If we hadn't been this close, I wouldn't have heard her at all.

But I did.

Because I was right there.

We were so close our foreheads could touch.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I swallowed hard, a thick lump forming in my throat.

There was no mistaking what she meant.

Not even a sliver of doubt.

"...Then turn around," I told her.

Since we'd done it before with her back to me, it was the natural choice.

I expected her to turn so I could slide my penis right between her legs again and take her from behind.

That's what I had in mind.

But then she said something that completely shattered my expectations.

"I want... to do it face to face this time."

And in that exact moment—

Every nerve in my body surged all at once.

It was like a lightning bolt tore through me.

Not painful. But intense.

Too intense.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I-I'm not going to suggest it if I'm not sure," she replied, turning her gaze away from me. "Or... is it because you don't like me, that you're against doing it face to face?"

...What a dumb question.

I think I like this annoying goddess more than I should even admit.

Sure, she frustrates me.

She bitches about everything.

She's always grumbling, complaining, being difficult just to be difficult.

She's loud, stubborn, infuriating.

And stupid.

But hate her?

No. Never.

I don't think I've ever hated her, not even once.

Doing it with her back turned didn't mean I didn't want to see her.

If that were the case, I wouldn't have done it at all.

But face to face...

That was different.

That meant we'd be seeing each other.

Really seeing.

And deep down, I knew part of her boldness was the aphrodisiac working through her system.

Still, even knowing that—

I wasn't turned off.

If anything, I was excited.

Thrilled, even.

"I'm not... against it, you know?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But well, if you're really that against it, I guess I can settle with you doing it in my—Ah!"

She didn't get to finish.

I couldn't hold back.

She was just too damn cute.

I yanked her pants down in one motion—panties and all sliding along with it.

She yelped, startled, but didn't resist.

I pooled her panties and pants around her thighs, letting the garter bunch up right there.

Then, I pushed my own pants down, just far enough for them to sit at my knees.

My penis was already pressing against her entrance.

I positioned my penis right at her entrance—just pressing it against her folds—and it slid right in like it was melting into hot honey.

"Hnghhhh!?"

She was soaking.

So wet, in fact, that the second I slid in, my cock was swallowed without resistance.

She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth, trying desperately to suppress the sounds that were ready to spill out.

"H-Hey, d-don't do that so... Hnnn... Mnnn~...! Hnghhh♥, mnnnn...!"

"I'm sorry, Goddess... you're just too cute. I can't hold back anymore..." I murmured.

Maybe it was the aphrodisiac talking.

Maybe it was desire.

Either way—I didn't care anymore.

My hips began to move on their own, slow at first, then gaining rhythm.

My cock plunged in and out, each thrust slick and satisfying, her meaty thighs wrapping around me, her juices coating everything.

"Mnghhh~♥♥, mnnn, mmmmm...! Hmnnnn...!"

She was breathless.

Absolutely breathless.

And now that we were face to face like this, I could finally see her clearly.

Her expression—her eyes—her body.

She was...

Beautiful.

Unfairly beautiful.

Her white hair, drenched with sweat, clung to her face in soft strands, making her look even more erotic.

Her glowing white eyes shimmered with heat, pleasure swirling in them as they rolled back slightly from the overwhelming sensations.

Her long lashes and pale brows gave her a doll-like beauty.

And her skin—flawless, pale, and almost translucent—like porcelain come to life.

Looking at her like this...

being buried in between her thighs like this...

it made me realize something.

I couldn't believe it had taken me this long just to really see her.

To see this beauty in front of me.

We looked into each other's eyes, and in that moment, it felt like gravity was pulling me toward her.

She stared back, her hands trying to muffle the moans escaping her lips.

But then... both of us leaned in.

Bit by bit, until only our chests separated us, she lowered her hands from her mouth.

And together, we leaned closer—slowly and hesitantly—until our lips finally touched.

Her lips were incredibly soft.

Just being this close made me feel like I could melt on the spot.

After a while, we gently pulled away.

A thin string of saliva connected our lips, glistening for a moment before it snapped between us.

We stared at each other for a bit.

"W-What...?" she muttered, looking away, cheeks flushed.

"Nothing," I replied, smiling slightly. "It's just that..."

"What?"

"You're very beautiful, that's all."

She blushed deeper. "Of course I am," she huffed, her voice shifting into that usual smug tone, though it carried a hint of embarrassment now. "I am a goddess, after all."

I almost burst out laughing at how damn cute this goddess could be.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Kiss..."

I didn't answer her with words.

Instead, I leaned in and kissed her right then and there.

The moment I did, she closed her eyes and let me.

There was no resistance and hesitation.

She didn't push me away, either.

Not even the faintest pushback.

Our lips locked with need, and soon our tongues began to move.

Tangling, sliding, and tasting one another.

The fluids from our mouths blended while down below, other fluids were already flowing and being exchanged.

Grabbing her by the butt, I started thrusting harder.

Her ass was soft and supple—perfectly squeezable—and it felt amazing in my hands.

The head of my cock kept slipping out before plunging right back in between her thighs.

"Nghmmmmn, hmnnn♥♥, nmmnnnnn♥, hnnghhhhgghh... NghhhhNnnNnnn...~♥"

Her moans were stifled against my lips, vibrating through the kiss as I kept thrusting.

And while we were caught up in all of this—

We had no idea someone nearby was listening... blushing furiously.

***

Cecilia didn't know when it started.

At first, she thought the goddess just needed to step out for a quick nature call, so she didn't think much when the goddess slipped out of the sleeping bag they were supposed to be sharing.

But then...

She crawled into his sleeping bag. The one Sirius was in.

Again, at first, Cecilia thought the goddess probably needed his help—maybe to stand guard or keep watch while she took care of her business.

But all those assumptions shattered the moment she heard the goddess say:

"I can't sleep together with Cecilia. So I need to get inside your sleeping bag. Is that okay...?"

'Mmmmmmmm?!!!!!'

Any remaining trace of sleepiness Cecilia had instantly vanished.

Her eyes flew wide open.

'W-Wha... What did she mean by that? Was the goddess seriously asking that of Sirius? Wait—so when I woke up without the goddess beside me, it wasn't random? She actually chose to go to him instead?'

Speculations started running rampant in her head.

And they were all true.

Cecilia was always the last to wake up among the three of them.

Every morning, the goddess and Sirius would already be up by the time she opened her eyes.

She never realized that the goddess might've been sneaking into his sleeping bag during the night.

But now... she wasn't asleep.

And she could definitely hear them talking.

Bits and pieces reached her ears—some of it vague and some of it clear.

Like the goddess and Sirius, Cecilia was still a virgin.

She came from a village where there weren't any men around her age that could be considered proper suitors.

Well... not that she didn't have suitors.

But the ones she had were old enough to be her father.

Still, that wasn't really the issue right now.

The issue was—she didn't fully understand what they were saying.

Her innocence kept her in the dark about most of it.

But just because she was innocent didn't mean she was naive.

Even if she didn't fully understand what they were doing, her instincts screamed it wasn't innocent.

And then... the moment hit.

The goddess's voice whispered something that shattered the last of her ignorance.

"Do you want to do it again?"

'Mmmmmmmmm?!!!!!!!'

Cecilia nearly gasped out loud.

What the hell was that statement!?

No—more importantly, she said again.

'Does that mean... they've been doing this while I was asleep!? Behind my back!?'

Well... that was a fair assumption.

Considering she was always the last to wake up in the mornings, it wasn't hard to imagine that, sometime during the night, when the goddess quietly slipped out of her bed, she and Sirius might have done something together in secret.

'S-Still... I guess it's fine if they are doing that...' Cecilia told herself, her thoughts looping awkwardly in her head. 'I mean, it's not like it's any of my business... and I'm the one who pushed myself into tagging along with them, so I don't really have any right to complain...'

And yet... no matter how she tried to reason with herself, it didn't help.

'I just... can't believe they'd do something like that while I'm still here—right beside them. It's like I'm not even here. Like I'm invisible.'

Her throat tightened.

For some reason, an unfamiliar emotion welled up inside her.

It was something sour, like a spark of jealousy mixed with a strange kind of sadness.

Truthfully, she had joined this journey for a reason that went beyond the quest or its destination.

She wanted to know more about them.

But more specifically... she wanted to understand him.

Sirius.

Because, in some way, she was interested in him.

Maybe it was because he appeared out of nowhere when she was struggling with those bandits.

Also... he was kind of handsome. If he just got rid of that almost always annoyed expression, he'd be really attractive. Overall, he was a good-looking guy.

And the fact that he was around the same age as her only made her wonder more about who he really was.

Back then, she hadn't known what kind of relationship existed between him and the goddess.

But now... in this moment... it felt like they were making it painfully clear.

And while all of this unfolded just inches away, something inside her was changing—no, awakening.

Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

She shifted uncomfortably in her sleeping bag.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was starting to glisten with a light sheen of sweat.

Her breathing... it was becoming shallow and uneven.

Ragged pants left her lips before she even realized it.

'I feel... so hot...'

Her limbs felt heavy and weak, but her nerves were on fire.

There was an unbearable warmth pooling between her legs.

There was a reason for this.

Like them, she had eaten the Tharnix fruit earlier.

She hadn't thought much of it at the time.

Just a strange-looking fruit offered in passing.

It was a fruit said to calm the nerves of soldiers before battle, and help soothe trauma after war when consumed again.

At least... that's what everyone said.

But the truth behind that story was far more complicated.

Yes, it did ease fear and pain.

But not through healing or magic.

It was because once the fruit was consumed, the body was thrown into a powerful state of arousal.

It was an aphrodisiac.

One that dulled the mind and amplified desire.

Husbands used it to spark passion on long nights with their wives.

Brothels stocked it for men seeking pleasure before hiring a woman for the evening.

Even soldiers heading off to war would take one and visit a brothel.

It was to bury their anxiety in a night of distraction.

And when they came home haunted by the screams of battle, they'd take another... and seek comfort in a woman's arms again.

It wasn't some miracle fruit.

It was a tool for lust.

Pure and simple.

Cecilia hadn't known that.

She hadn't meant to feel this way. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

But now—right now—her body was betraying her.

Her skin felt hypersensitive with every movement of the fabric against her legs sending shivers up her spine.

And it only got worse with the sounds she was hearing.

"Nghmmmmn, hmnnn♥♥, nmmnnnnn♥, hnnghhhhgghh... NghhhhNnnNnnn...~♥"

Soft shifting.

Heavy breathing.

Subtle, almost imperceptible sounds that were unmistakably... lewd.

Just inches away from her.

Right next to her.

Her hands flew up to cover her face, but it was already burning, crimson and hot to the touch.

She trembled.

Whether from embarrassment or something else, she couldn't tell.

And yet... her eyes kept drifting toward them.

Even while her mind screamed at her to look away, she stole glances through the cracks between her fingers.

The two of them were doing something unmistakably erotic.

Something she shouldn't be seeing.

'What is this...? I'm lying right here... and they're just... doing that...?'

She bit her lip.

Her body trembled again.

Not from fear, of course, but from the heat that seemed to crawl over her skin like fire licking at dry leaves.

'My thoughts... they're such a mess right now... and this... this feeling down there is getting worse...'

Her legs shifted under the sheet.

Her toes curled tightly, and the friction of the sleeping bag made it harder to stay still.

Her breath came faster.

Deeper.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through her ribs.

She pressed a hand over her chest, trying to steady herself.

She tried to be quiet as her wide, flustered eyes drifted toward them again.

And the heat didn't stop.

It only kept rising.