Chapter 233 - Mizuki and the Quest for the World of the Holy Oil Flask (Mizuki ☆)
We ended up spending the night without coming up with a single idea for how to return to Migul. It seemed like the most reasonable option was to summon Racshell and fly towards Migul as long as her magic power held up. Racshell could also absorb Mizuki's magic, besides mine. We could buy a ton of magic-recovery potions, keep drinking them, and move until we reached our limit, repeating the process.
Racshell destroyed the temple using the Crystal Core’s power. I thought that since the "World of the Holy Oil Flask" was filled with Mana, we might be able to exist there using that magic, but it seems the efficiency of converting the crystallized Mana into usable power is much lower than expected.
"...Lady Racshell’s power depends on Mash’s magic, her summoner. In the end, the extent of Lady Racshell’s power is limited by Mash’s magic. And, the temple wasn’t destroyed by absorbing magic from the Crystal Core—it was more like she caused it to explode by overloading it."
"Could Moo do something like that, too?"
"...If you give me, like, ten years, I might be able to..."
Too slow. I might be dead by then.
"Besides, Mash doesn't revere Lady Racshell. If you revered Lady Racshell more, Lady Racshell would be able to create even greater miracles."
Maira said.
"Even if you tell me to believe in someone like that..."
"Speaking of which," I remembered Racshell sometimes telling me to go to the church and pray and make donations. But what kind of prayer should I offer to someone who'd say such a thing? Looking at Mizuki, she also averted her gaze, looking uncomfortable. She doesn't believe in her either.
"Maira, you've seen Racshell, right? Do you still have faith in her?"
"...Y-yes, of course!"
"What about before?"
....
If I could acquire the ability to extract Mana from magic veins like Marmie, I might be able to extend the time Racshell could be summoned. To do that, I'd have to go to a magic school like Cecily. Petra seemed to be planning on staying at Aidan's workshop while we were in Richelle. Maira was also staying at the church. And right now, Fam was in front of me as I ate dinner. Mizuki was next to me. Sam Eyeum and Mammy were on both sides of her. We had time today, so we cooked in the guest kitchen. Fam made a fluffy omelet, and I grilled corn on request. All I had to do was skewer it, brush it with sauce, and check its doneness as I rotated it, so it was easy. I wondered if this was good enough for dinner, but Sam Eyeum seemed to want to eat it. Mizuki made a stew by simmering down milk. It had potatoes, and Sam Eyeum and Mammy seemed to be at a loss. I wouldn’t know unless they’d eaten it before, so I decided to say nothing. Sam Eyeum watched Fam eating and then tried to mimic her, eating it in the same way. They looked like sisters. They’d stayed in the room all day, talking.
"How is it? Is it good?"
When I asked Sam Eyeum, she looked at me, then averted her gaze after a while, and then nodded.
"...It's unlike anything I've ever eaten before, it sticks to my teeth, but it's delicious."
Mammy was also munching on the grilled corn.
"Make sure to eat a lot, okay?"
Mammy nodded at my words, but Sam Eyeum didn't react.
"Mash, can Sam Eyeum and I sleep together tonight? Is that okay?"
Fam said while also chomping on grilled corn.
"Oh, yeah..."
When I nodded, she stopped eating and peered up at me, looking at my face as if looking through everything. It was the same scrutinizing look as always. However, she blinked widely.
"...Master. I don't understand what you're thinking about..."
She lowered her ears and eyebrows and leaned in closer to examine me. I pressed on her forehead to push her back.
"It’s weird if you do understand."
She pushed my hand away and leaned in again.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not avoiding you!"
"Master..."
I was too forceful, and Fam flinched. I was ready for her to bark back, but I was speechless at her reaction. Eventually, I saw her shoulders slump and huddle into a small ball, and a wave of guilt washed over me. But then, I saw her interacting with Sam Eyeum. That was her everyday life in the past. That was her true place. I couldn't step into that. This moment, being with me, was wrong. I was tormenting myself again, wondering why I had brought her to a place like this. I could no longer move forward with her. When I thought that, something I had been harboring in my chest disappeared, and an unbearable loneliness washed over me.
"...Mash, are we not going to get along?"
Mammy interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah, but don’t get in the way."
"Like, seriously, don't be acting like a dad!"
When I replied sounding bewildered, Mizuki poked me in the side.
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Last night was different. We were in a different room, but tonight, like last night, moonlight streamed in. Mizuki, who had been gazing out at the view, closed the wooden door and sat next to me at the edge of the bed. The room was illuminated in red by the lamp’s light. I stared into the flame and thought about the dinner conversation. Her waist was warm as she leaned against my shoulder.
"Speaking of which..."
While waiting for Mizuki, I suddenly remembered that I had received an item from Mammy's mother, Marina. I opened my storage and pulled it out. It was made of deep blue crystal. It resembled the head of an octopus or the dome of a Middle Eastern building, a Chatri. Or perhaps it was more like a gourd. She nonchalantly called it an "Anal Cleanser." As expected of an experienced mother. I should have recorded her voice and played it for Mammy. Come to think of it. It was a terrifying item that purified the rectum by inserting it into the anus and adding magic power. I asked Marie where the dirty stuff went.
"Another dimension."
"Another dimension..."
I held it up to the lamp’s light. Could this be the "World of the Holy Oil Flask"? If I analyzed this item and unraveled its transfer mechanism, and if Mizuki and I used it where we first arrived in this world, we could go to where Racshell is, right? To do that, I needed to verify the effect of this item as soon as possible. At that moment, the door to the room opened. Mizuki was back.
"Mizuki, rejoice! We might be able to return to Migul! Maybe."
I hugged her as she returned wrapped in the sheet and kissed her cheek.
"It's not about that, but really? But, maybe?"
"Yeah, but I need your cooperation for that, Mizuki."
"My cooperation? What do you mean?"
Hearing my words, she seemed wary and took a step back. I grabbed the edge of the sheet to keep her from escaping, and she spun around and fell onto the bed.
"Mizuki, it's too early to lie on the bed. We need to put the sheet down first."
"Whose fault is that?"
I got her to stand up and redid the sheet. Then I had her lie down on it again.
"So, what's this about?"
Her arms were folded.
"Then, explain. Or, do something dirty. Choose one!"
"Mizuki."
I looked her over. Her big breasts, her narrow waist, and then her plump, fluffy hips and gracefully extending thighs. A supple, beautiful body. My gaze was drawn to the cherry-blossom pink buds on her chest. She hid them with her hands. The gesture only made her look more provocative.
"What?"
"Is it okay? We can do it all at once."
She hid her face.
"Mash..."
She sighed.
"You're okay with this?"
"I'll be fine."
"You won't be fine, will you?"
A jealous feeling sprang up. But, I didn't want to force her, so instead, I just pecked her lips. Deeply and passionately. Then, I had her get on all fours and went behind her.
"Mizuki, spread yourself."
"..."
She stopped putting her hands on the floor, and let her shoulders and head drop onto the bed. She arched her back toward me in a position that offered a view of it. She placed her hands around her round cheeks and spread herself wide, revealing the depths beyond. It was the first time she’d assumed such a posture in front of me. Back when I first took her, it was like this. If I was forceful, she stopped resisting and offered herself. I spread her cheeks and pressed my middle finger and index finger to her and thrust them inside. Just like before, although it wasn't covered in the wetness of love juices, it still plunged deep into her depths.
"Haa..."
Mizuki grimaced.
"Mash, that kind of stung."
Even her pained expression was alluring. I detached myself from her nipple.
"I'll fill you with water again."
"Are you still going to do that?"
While she was panicking, I poured water into her rectum using water magic. I poured in more than last time.
"Wait, you're going overboard. If you put that much in, it’s going to leak out just from walking. Agh..."
I watched her flustered state and gave her one last push of water.
"I-I can't take it anymore!"
She was breathing heavily. I looked at Mizuki.
"Mizuki, I love you too."
"Really?"
I gazed at Mizuki.
"Rail."
"Rail?"
Her breath tickled my skin.
"Go on, come in..."
Her words set me off. No matter how much I delayed my desires, I couldn't hold back anymore. I rushed to bury myself within her. Nudging her rectal opening with the head of my shaft.
"Mmm..."
Mizuki groaned softly. But it wouldn't go any further. I put in a little more force. At that moment, she tensed up, constricting the entrance.
"Mizuki."
"Sorry, wait a second."
She took a deep breath.
"Mash... come."
Her words drove me again to press the head into her, but still, it wouldn't go in. I thrust forward with force. At that moment, the entire length of my shaft abruptly disappeared inside her.
"Eek..."
Mizuki cried out in pain and arched her back. The constriction was different from her vagina. The root of my cock was being squeezed much tighter. But deeper inside, it was enveloped in warm, moist sensations. Without putting in force, it was trying to push everything out.
"S-so thick... I feel like everything is going to turn inside out..."
Listening to Mizuki's mutterings, I moved my arm that had been on her backside. She was trying to create space as if escaping. I put my arms around her from behind and thrust. Now, her movements coincided with my rhythm, she still wasn't liking the feeling. She contorted; twisting, shrinking away, shaking her head. Each of her movements excited me. I was pressing her down. What I was piercing was her anal opening. The fact that she was letting me touch her like this was a miracle. And yet she was offering her anus for pleasure. That abnormality was like burning out the circuits in my brain. Mizuki, at first, had been moving as if she was going to escape, but gradually, perhaps she was getting used to having her anal opening pierced, she started to move in sync with my rhythm.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, a-ah, sa..."
And now, her moaning, which had been shadowed by pain, was now the sweet kind. I thrust into her over and over again, lost in pleasure. She was also moving her own waist. The tightness of the constriction hadn't changed, but it had changed from rejection to seeking her own pleasure. From the nape of her neck to her back, and even her butt, flushed red. And the faint sweat glistening on her skin enhanced the luster of her beauty.
"Mizuki, soon..."
"Yeah, wh-when you're ready, ah..."
Hearing her words, I quickened my pace. The rhythmic sound of my body slamming into hers echoed through the room. Deep, so deep inside. As that thought approached its peak, I impaled her deepest depths and released my semen.
"Aaaaaaah --------"
My penis throbbed inside Mizuki's anus. The entrance of the anal opening that was trying to push me out, was now constricting in an attempt to squeeze out my cum. A warm, comfortable hole, and the pleasant throbs of my penis, I surrendered to them.
Our ragged breaths had turned slow and calm. My thing was still lodged inside her. I stretched out behind Mizuki, crushing her, and sought her lips from behind. She turned her head and responded. I placed my hand on her ample breasts and caressed them.
"Mash... I love you, Mash."
"Mizuki, I love you too."
"Yeah, but my butthole hurts."
"But I won’t pull out."
"It's kind of... floppy..."
Her anus tightened.
"St-stop it, I'll come out!"
"T-t_Renderer."
She smiled playfully. And we kissed each other. Then, I laid her down on the bed and fell asleep.
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