The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 36.2

He opened his mouth instantly, my tongue clashing with his teeth. It was at that moment that a languid sigh leaked out.

“Don’t do this on the street and get a room! Ugh!”

The voice of the stunned middle-aged woman hit the back of my head. Adrian and I were doing nonsense in the middle of the street, so I bowed by head.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’m glad you know you’re sorry.”

I was delighted that the woman understood my words. I don’t know where we were, but fortunately we seemed to be able to communicate.

“By the way, is there an inn near here?”

I had to find a place to sleep first. At my shameless question, the woman laughed out loud in amazement.

“Are you really going to get a room? Herrr!”

Shrugging her reliable-looking shoulders, she pointed her chin to the alley connected to the white sand beach.

“Then you may follow me. I happen to run an inn.”

I followed the rough-spoken woman who was kind in her own way.

She introduced herself as the innkeeper who served the most delicious food in the capital of this kingdom. She was quite talkative. Thanks to this, I learned a lot of information during the five-minute walk toward the inn.

The place where we fell was the Shamua Kingdom, which bordered the Alfrenheim Empire, where various races lived. And unlike the empire, slavery was prevalent here.

The innkeeper proudly explained that unlike imperial men that didn’t legalize slaves, at least here they were. Then, she pointed to a solid-looking log building.

“Now, that is my inn.”

The owner, who entered the building first after sweeping through a crowd, handed a key to me.

“The lady’s room is room 301. I especially chose a room with a very strong bed.”

I broke a sweat as the innkeeper alternately looked at me and then at Adrian, smiling insidiously.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Do you have money?”

“Do you take reso?”

“Sure. Give me a hundred reso.”

‘Ha, money like my blood…’

After putting money into the innkeeper’s hand as big as a pot’s lid, Adrian and I went up the stairs.

“Hiiing… hiiing…”

As he entered the room and whined, it was apparent that Adrian was afraid of unfamiliar places. I stroked his shaggy head and kissed his forehead, which was deemed to be useless as it didn’t lower the gauge of his insinuation.

“Don’t be anxious. I’ll make sure to take you home.”

Adrian calmed down, probably understanding my words. I looked into his clear eyes and murmured softly.

“I want to go home, too.”

It was very tiring to live my ‘remaining’ days like this. I patted his cheek as he tilted his head and the corners of my mouth lifted.

“I wish Rian was a man who could take me home.”

Drowsiness poured in as I began to relax. I was so sleepy that I didn’t even see a new system window displaying a new message.

<QUEST> Adrian von Bernhard calms down.

Adrian Bernhard’s insinuation goes down to less than 50%.

Adrian Bernhardt has time to get away from the full insinuation.

Remaining insinuation: 48%

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Adrian brushed his frizzy hair and looked down at the woman who slept soundly on his lap. Silver hair more dazzling than the moonlight ran down her slender back.

Her small, stout nose pressed against his hardened penis. Edith was in a deep sleep, unaware of the world, even as Adrian’s manhood became hard enough to press against her nose.

He moved his hand slowly after enjoying Edith’s warm breath on his erect penis.

It was much heavier than what Edith had witnessed earlier, bouncing up and down with increasingly grinding noises. His genitals with dark red veins began to get wet with slippery liquid that poured out from the tip of its head.

Adrian poked Edith’s sleeping cheek with the head of his penis, wet enough to shine. He wanted to open her small mouth and throw it in, but he couldn’t wake her up from her sleep just to satisfy his desire. He was well-mannered as the heir of the imperial family.

Watching Edith’s face half buried under the blanket with his eyes down, Adrian soon reached his climax.

“Ugh!”

Through thick lips, a restrained groan leaked out as if trying to cut it off. Adrian looked at Edith in a hurry to see if she would wake up.

“Hmmm…”

However, Edith was still fast asleep. He raised one corner of his mouth as he stared at her calm face. It was the kind of smile that Edith hadn’t seen before.

“…I want to go home.”

He didn’t know if he was the man Edith said would take her home.

But…

“I should take you to my house.”

He laughed, whispering in a sweet voice so small that he would not wake Edith from her slumber.

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