Sherry
Current Levels & Equipment:
Master Smith Lv.31
Equipment:
Steel Spear
Chainmail
Hardened Leather Helmet
Hardened Leather Gloves
Hardened Leather Boots
Sacrificial Misanga
After finally convincing Sherry that what I was talking about was not a lie but the genuine truth and only the truth, we could finally go enter the Labyrinth again.
Our destination is the thirteenth floor of Harubas Labyrinth, and while there, we are facing off against Pig Hogs and Grass Bees. On the sixteenth floor of Quratars Labyrinth the going was rather easy, owing it to the fact that the majority of the enemies that we encountered there consisted mostly of Bitch Butterflies, Grass Bees and Hat Bats, all of which were weak against Wind Magic. Thanks to that, I could always go out and clear the mobs rather quickly without juggling my spells too much.
Unfortunately, that is no longer going to be the case on the thirteenth floor of Harubas Labyrinth. Were still going to have Grass Bees that are weak to Wind Magic, but Pig Hogs are weak only against Water Magic, meaning that Ill have to do the very thing that I despise so much here: juggle the different types of magic in order to continue dealing consistent damage to the enemies. And you know what that means, right?
Ugh, so its going to be like that after all?
If they were changing their clothes in the bedroom, I would have been able to push you them down on the bed and have some steamy maid uniform sexual play. Or perhaps. Perhaps they dont want me to do that to them now?
Well, if we changed there, then master would push us down onto the bed.
So it was like that, huh? Well, of course I would do that to you. I mean, why wouldnt I do that, especially considering what happened the last time when Sherry got her maid outfit?
I pick Roxanne up and put one arm on her back and the other one under her knees. I hold her smooth body in my arms while I slowly and gently carried her to the bedroom. As I do that, I continue to stare at her jiggling breasts like a little baby. I can feel her softness and suppleness in my arms, and it all feels to great to be described with something as simple as words.
Sherrys body is much more petite than Roxannes and not as curvaceous, but it also feels great.
I place my arm above her delicate feet, and hold her closely to my body so that no harm would come to her when I was carrying her. That being said, carrying her from the living room to the bedroom is quite easy, exactly because she is so small.
And finally, it is time to carry Miria to the bedroom as well. When I picked her from the ground, her cute cat ears began to twitch while Miria herself became unusually quiet, but on the flipside that made carrying her that much easier than if she was talking or moving around in my arms in surprise.
Now that I have carried all three of them to the bed, its time to eat them up. Of course I will eat them up. Whoever thought that I will not be eating them up after carrying them to the bedroom was gravely mistaken.
It was indeed quite a feast that made me feel so sated that I wouldnt be able to take another bite out of them even if I wanted to.
On the morning of the next day, the four of us went on a trip to Hafen, the fishing village that Gozer told me about when I was leaving Bode yesterday. Our destination is the villages fish market.
As I suspected, the scent of the salted water coming from the tide and the strong smell of fish were mixing with one another.
Oh, oh, oh, ooohhhh!!!!
Mirias eyes were shining brightly and she tried to say something to me, but her emotion mustve get the better of her, because the only things that were getting squeezed out of her throat were enthusiastic, moaning-like sounds that didnt resemble words at all, so even if she wanted to communicate something to me, I have no way of discerning what exactly that something was.
Maybe she was trying to say whether she wants the fish from here for breakfast or for dinner? Lets try to go along with that line of reasoning and see if my guess was on the mark or not.