Chapter 968: How to Spend the Year-End and New Year Holidays 37 【Laila】
Well then. I’m not going to spend the last night of the old year in a New Year’s Eve orgy……or anything like that.
“I plan on getting a good night’s sleep tonight”
“Ho. That’s not very like you, Owner”
“Hey, could you stop with that prejudice, as if I’m spending every waking moment raping girls!?”
“You’ve got more than enough stamina for Polka, don’t you?”
“True, I do have plenty to spare, but……given what I did last year, I’ve decided to learn my lesson this time”
Last year, starting with Irina, I spent the whole night enjoying myself with my female slaves, only to ring in the New Year sleep-deprived, which made for a rather disappointing start to the year. But this time, I want to wake up with a fresh, alert face. And I want to avoid looking pathetic, like I did last year when I barely scraped by at the New Year’s celebration with the help of the Spirit Spring. Even if I have enough stamina, staying up all night will inevitably leave me dazed and disoriented. In that sense, the Spirit Spring doesn’t guarantee unlimited health. Even with the Spirit Spring, I still need to rest and eat to some extent. But then again, that’s only natural. Relying on the vitality provided by the Spirit Spring and abandoning a human lifestyle to live like a holy beast……that shouldn’t even be an option.
“So, I’m going to get a good night’s sleep today. We’ll save the naughty stuff for after the New Year Festival is over”
With that declaration to Laila, I dive into bed. The extra-large bed, big enough even for an ogre, feels a bit lonely for just one person, but sleeping spread-eagled is nice once in a while. ……Or so I thought, but Laila, with an expression as if it were the most natural thing in the world, tossed off her clothes and hopped into bed with me.
“……We’re not doing anything naughty”
“Ho. You don’t have to tell me that over and over, I already know”
Saying that, Laila lay down at a distance where she seemed close enough to touch but wasn’t quite within reach, propping her chin on her hand as she gazed at me.
“……Hey, don’t tease me, I’m not going to do it”
“I’m not, I’m not. What’s the matter? Are you worried about my breasts? I don’t wear clothes until I go to sleep”
“…………”
Well, Laila is basically the type who can comfortably continue living completely naked. Trying my best not to let the fact that her nearly perfect naked body was lying right next to me bother me, I blew out the candle in the bedside holder, pulled the blanket over my head, and closed my eyes……. ……I endured it for a while. Laila’s presence. The sound of our breaths, just the two of us. Those amazing breasts. My overactive imagination, wondering if she was expecting something from me. The sense of responsibility that I had to be wide awake tomorrow. ……I endured that quiet time in the darkness, where all these elements intertwined. But.
“……Laila”
“Ho”
“Is it okay to just squeeze your boobs without having sex?”
“I don’t mind at all, but if you squeeze them, you’ll get turned on, won’t you?”
“……I’m, I’m fine. ……Let me squeeze them”
“Ho. Honestly, keep it to a minimum, okay?”
Laila rather than a lover, she was more like an older sister, or a loving mother, gently leaning in to respond to my childish request. I finally began to fondle her breasts. Soft and heavy, with nipples that stood out just the right amount, they were the kind of breasts that could drive a man wild to perfection. I reached out with both hands, taking each one in turn, squeezing, caressing, and savoring them.
“……Can I just jerk off once?”
“I knew you’d ask that”
“B, But it’s because you’re lying naked on the bed!”
“I don’t really care how many times you do it, but aren’t you a bit too weak-willed?”
“If I hold it in alnight, I’ll probably end up sleep-deprived anyway!”
“……Alright, alright. Then let’s do this”
Saying that, Laila pressed herself even closer, climbed on top of me, and guided my cock into her vagina herself. Then, gazing down at me from above, her heavy breasts resting unabashedly on my chest, she stopped.
“……Let’s just fall asleep like this”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit unrealistic?”
“It’s a lovemaking ritual passed down in a distant land. Rather than moving vigorously to reach climax, we remain joined while mutually heightening our arousal, aiming for climax in our minds. …That’s the theory, anyway, but you may simply climax whenever you like while feeling my feminine flesh, then fall asleep. Don’t worry about me. I’ll keep you company for as many hours as you need. I’m your flesh blanket”
“……I don’t know if it’s a luxury or what”
“It’s a service only a dragon could provide, isn’t it?”
Her gentle alto voice is soothing. Laila continues to maintain an exquisite balance of her weight, letting her full body rest on me without ever making me feel suffocated. ……Falling asleep like this might not be so bad once in a while. I locked eyes with Laila, kissed her now and then, thrust my hips occasionally, and when I’d had my fill, I went limp. We exchanged a few silly, whispered taunts here and there, held each other tight, and eventually I came. ……And sure enough, I was fast asleep before the clock struck midnight.
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The next morning, I woke up by coming inside Laila, who had dutifully kept my morning wood buried deep inside her all night, waiting for me to wake up, while saying good morning. Then, I noticed Maia, Emma and Leda and Charlotte, for that matter, staring intently at the scene from the bedside and I flinched.
“Uoo……y, you were here?”
Three dragons nodded, and one blindfolded elf looked down shyly. ……There was a slightly awkward atmosphere, as if they wanted to say something. Setting aside Charlotte, who hadn’t shown herself (though she was probably nearby), I’d already told Maia and the others, using the same explanation I’d given Laila, that I couldn’t let them get into bed with me. So maybe it was a mistake to break that rule and end up getting cozy with just Laila.
“If you’d told me about that dick case play, I’d have done it”
“Tsk……w, well, actually, someone small like me might be better suited for that kind of use when it’s time to sleep”
It seems Maia and Emma want me to do the same thing I did with Laila. ……Well, I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but is that really the kind of play worth envying?
“How about falling asleep with it sandwiched between my breasts instead of in my vagina?”
Perhaps trying to stand out, Leda, unlike the two younger girls, placed her hand on her breasts, which are perfectly suited for that purpose, and made her suggestion. ……Did she figure out during that recent tit-fuck festival that she could use them as a weapon? She calmly ignored the annoyed looks on the younger two’s faces. ……Well, actually, I’d like to try that myself someday. Sleeping while getting a titjob. That kind of luxury, falling asleep in the middle of sex, is something you can’t really ask for from girls who aren’t dragons. And as for Charlotte.
“……W, Well, I guess I should propose some more innovative ways to have sex, too?”
“No, that’s not what I meant”
With a comment that was both slightly on the mark and a bit off, she lightened the mood and managed to prevent us from heading down the morning-after orgy route. I mean, it’s not like we have to do it, but when everyone’s this eager for sex, it’s hard to resist, isn’t it? At a time like that, a comment that strikes a different note makes it easier to shift the atmosphere, which I really appreciate.
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The new year has begun. Which means it’s the day of the New Year Festival. Physically, nothing has really changed, it’s just another cold morning in this snowy region, just like any other. But there are the kids’ plays, songs, and the dance party. Even if that’s all there is to it, there’s no doubt this is a special occasion, the first one since the Harvest Festival and the atmosphere overflowing through the town feels somehow refreshing yet hectic. It’d be a different story if I were the one rushing around, but from the perspective of someone just watching, it’s irresponsibly pleasant.
“Who’s playing the organ for the choir this year?”
I ask a guy from Keel I pass on the street. I did it last year, but nobody asked me this time.
“I heard it’s Laurier this year”
“Ah, I see……”
Last year, she hadn’t quite gotten used to the Polka or the church yet, but now Laurier has fully become one of the church crowd. Playing the organ isn’t particularly difficult. For someone like me who can’t even read sheet music properly, it was a bit of a skill, but for an adult capable of that sort of thing, it’s probably something they could pick up with just a few days of practice. I feel relieved seeing Laurier settle into life in Polka, but also a little lonely. Well, even when the role came my way last year, it was more out of a might as well kind of feeling, it wasn’t like I absolutely had to do it. But if I dwell on those sentimental feelings, the dragons and Charlotte walking with me will be at a loss for how to react. Trying to brush it off as casually as possible, I smiled at them, pointed to the church and temple, and started walking.
As soon as we arrived at the temple, the choir began, followed by a nostalgic play. Among the church’s parables, there aren’t that many suitable for rural children, who often don’t have enough participants, to perform as plays, so considering the preparation of props and costumes, we end up rotating through about three different scripts. I remember Johnny, Keel and I each playing roles in this year’s production back in the day. Even so, it’s heartwarming to see the children acting with such dedication, and some of them even show a spark that makes you go, wow. When I overhear the parents around me saying things like maybe they could become actors in the city, I can’t help but smile wryly, but at the same time, I find myself thinking that maybe I could help make that dream come true. Even without some weird connection involving a dragon, I think there might be a way for me, as I am now, to help out in some capacity. As I was idly pondering this, Savory raised her voice cheerfully from the makeshift stage where the pulpit had been moved aside, announcing the start of the next act. Ah, I thought, snapping back to reality……to find cat beasts in colorful costumes.
“……Was there a blonde cat beast like that before?”
A blonde cat beast with adorable twin tails danced out onto the stage, standing out as particularly dazzling. ……A few seconds later, I realized it was Galatia, the pirate girl. The reason I hadn’t recognized her at first was……her long, lush hair, which had reached her waist, had been boldly cut short all the way to her shoulders.