The girls packed very little luggage, only some clothes to change into. But although they had little luggage, there were nearly twenty people in total.
The dragon carriage Theresia brought was standard-sized. If we squeezed in, maybe twelve people could sit. The rest would have to stand.
"How about we wait?" Theresia suggested, looking at me. "The rescue team from the Capital should arrive by tomorrow morning."
Seeking the opinions of others was her habit. It reflected her gentle personality.
I frowned. This wasn't entirely a pretense.
"If possible, I want to go back as soon as possible," I said seriously. "I have wives waiting at home. We don't know if that crazy woman will double back and attack the city."
"Miss," Carol spoke up. "I also think it would be better to go back immediately."
Carol chose to stand on my side. She knew the danger Capella posed better than anyone.
"Since you say so, Carol..." Theresia nodded. "Let's go. It might be uncomfortable, but safety comes first."
We boarded the carriage one after another.
Twelve girls sat on the benches. The rest of us—including Carol, Theresia, and myself—had to stand in the small open space in the middle.
We were packed like sardines.
"Master, ladies, are you ready?" the old coachman called out. "This old scoundrel is about to set off!"
"No problem."
"Let's go."
With my reply, the carriage lurched forward.
We didn't need to worry about the Earth Dragon's strength. We had hooked up the extra dragons from the destroyed carriages to this one. It moved at full speed, the Blessing of Wind Avoidance keeping the ride relatively smooth.
But to be honest...
The shock absorption was too good. Some fun games involving vibration were simply unplayable.
But let's leave that aside for now.
I turned my gaze to the two women standing directly in front of me.
Carol deliberately positioned herself between me and Theresia. She probably thought she was acting as a shield, preventing me from making any inappropriate advances toward her Lady.
She was overthinking it.
I did have feelings for Theresia, but making a move on the Sword Saint in public would be stupid. I wasn't that desperate.
However... now that Carol was sandwiched in the middle, the situation was completely different.
I leaned down slightly, my lips brushing against Carol's ear.
"Do you remember the bet?" I whispered.
The sudden breath made Carol jump. Her ears turned bright pink instantly.
She nodded slightly, stiffly.
With our bodies pressed close together in the swaying carriage, I could feel every tremor in her muscles.
'This is really... interesting.'
I reached out and took her hand. I guided it backward.
Carol flinched instinctively the moment she touched me. She tried to pull away.
"Don't resist," I whispered. "You promised to follow my instructions."
She gritted her teeth.
'I can't resist. This was agreed upon.'
She forced her hand to stop shaking. She let me guide her.
Meanwhile, I reached up with my other hand and pinched her sensitive earlobe.
"Ugh..."
A small, stifled sound escaped her throat.
Carol's breath hitched as Regulus's fingers tightened around her wrist, forcing her palm flat against the rigid outline of his cock straining beneath white robes. The carriage jolted over uneven cobblestones, pressing her back flush against him.
Squelch — her fingers moved against silk, tracing the damp heat leaking through fabric. She flinched at the wet sound, praying Theresia couldn't hear it.
'Don't look back,' she begged silently, staring at the Sword Saint's rigid posture. 'Please don't turn around.'
Regulus's free hand slid up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her uniform. Carol bit her lip until copper flooded her tongue. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking space that didn't exist in the packed carriage.
Shhk — his robes parted. Hot, velvety flesh filled her grasp. Precum slicked her fingers as he guided her into a slow stroke.
"Ngh..." The whimper slipped out before she could swallow it.
Theresia's shoulders tensed. Her knuckles whitened around the carriage strap, but she kept facing forward—a statue in blue silk.
'She heard.' Humiliation burned Carol's cheeks. 'Goddess, she heard.'
Regulus chuckled low in her ear, breath hot. "Good girl," he murmured. His hips rocked faintly, fucking her fist with barely restrained thrusts. "Feel how hard you make me?"
Carol squeezed her eyes shut. The rhythmic slap-slap of skin against skin seemed deafening in the silence. Every stroke dragged another broken gasp from her throat, each one punctuated by Theresia's flinch.
**CLICK** — the carriage hit a pothole. Carol stumbled forward, her grip tightening reflexively.
"A-ah!" Regulus hissed, fingers digging into her hip. "Careful... unless you want to finish me early."
Carol froze. Warmth pulsed in her palm, thick and insistent. She could feel him swelling—close. Too close.
'No,' she begged silently, trembling. 'Not here. Not like this.'
But his hand clamped over hers, forcing a brutal pace. Slap-slap-SLAP — wetter now, messy. Her uniform sleeve soaked through with precum.
Theresia's breathing hitched—a tiny, audible gasp.
Carol's vision blurred. Her own cunt clenched, empty and aching. Shame coiled hot in her belly as arousal betrayed her.
'Stop...' she pleaded soundlessly, even as her fingers moved faster. 'Please stop...'
Regulus shifted subtly, his knee sliding between Carol's thighs from behind. The rough fabric of his robe scraped against her stockings as he pressed upward.
Shhhk — silk strained against muscle. Carol's breath caught as the hard ridge of his cock ground against her ass, separated only by layers of clothing. He rocked forward, forcing her legs apart with insistent pressure.
'N-No...' Her thighs trembled, trying to clamp shut. But his knee held them spread—a vise grip disguised as casual contact.
Squelch — precum soaked through white silk, smearing against her uniform skirt. The damp patch spread with each grind of his hips. Carol bit her lip bloody, eyes locked on Theresia's rigid spine.
'She can smell it.' The thought horrified her. 'Goddess, she must smell him...'
Regulus's hand ghosted up her stomach to palm her breast. His thumb circled her nipple through stiff fabric, coaxing it into a tight peak. Every flick sent jolts straight to her clit—trapped and throbbing against his thrusting thigh.
Rustle — Theresia adjusted her grip on the carriage strap. Her knuckles were bone-white.
'She knows.' Carol's cunt clenched around nothing, slick heat soaking her panties. 'She knows what he's doing to me.'
Regulus buried his face in her hair, stifling a groan as she involuntarily squeezed his thigh. His cock jumped against her ass, leaking hotter now. Faster.
Slap-slap-slap — the rhythm matched the carriage wheels over cobblestones. Wet fabric slapped flesh with every thrust. Carol's hips twitched forward, seeking friction she couldn't control.
Theresia's ear turned scarlet. She tilted her head away—a tiny, futile escape.
**CLUNK** — the carriage lurched. Regulus slammed forward, pinning Carol against the wall beside Theresia. His thigh ground hard against her pussy.
"Ah!" The cry tore free—high, desperate.
Theresia flinched violently. Her breath hitched—a soft, wounded sound.
Carol froze. Humiliation burned like acid in her throat. She could feel Regulus throbbing against her, his quiet chuckle vibrating through her bones.
"Almost there," he breathed, lips brushing her ear. "Hold tight..."
His thigh pressed harder, grinding the soaked fabric of her skirt against her clit. Carol's vision blurred. She braced her palms against the carriage wall, knuckles white beside Theresia's trembling hand.
Squelch-squelch — the sound was obscene now. Wet silk chafed her thighs with every rock of the carriage. Regulus's breath came faster, hot against her neck. His cock pulsed against her ass, a heartbeat trapped in silk.
'Can't…' Carol's teeth dug into her lower lip. Copper bloomed on her tongue. 'Can't hold back—'
Theresia's shoulder brushed hers. A minute tremor ran through the Sword Saint's frame. Carol's stomach clenched—shame and arousal twisting into something vicious.
Slap-slap-SLAP — Regulus lost rhythm, thrusting erratically against her. His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her whimpers as his thigh drove upward one last time.
THUD
Carol's knees buckled. Electric pleasure ripped through her as she came silently, cunt spasming around nothing. Hot cum soaked through layers of fabric against her ass—thick and unmistakable.
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The journey home began.
However, on this return trip, I was probably the only one feeling happy and fulfilled.
The other girls felt only the crowding and the stuffiness. But the more observant ones felt a strong sense of shame.
Among these observant girls was Theresia.
As the current Sword Saint, her perception was far beyond that of a normal human. Even without turning around, she could sense the subtle shifts in breathing, the friction of clothes, the rising temperature behind her.
From the very beginning... she had noticed.
'Carol isn't resisting,' she realized with shock. 'She's not rejecting him.'
That meant Carol was allowing it.
Theresia blushed furiously, staring straight ahead at the carriage wall. She pretended not to know. She had to pretend not to know.
'No wonder he has hundreds of wives,' she thought, her heart racing. 'He's... bold.'
Amidst her embarrassment, she remembered what I had said earlier.
"It's because of fate."
Is it fate?
She didn't believe it.
'What do you mean by destiny? If destiny exists... does that mean I was destined to become a Sword Saint?'
She looked at her hands.
She thought of herself as a cowardly, incompetent girl who never wanted to pick up a sword. She feared her own power. She feared hurting others. Yet, the Divine Protection of the Sword Saint had chosen her.
'If I die... will the Blessing transfer again?'
The dark thought crossed her mind.
"Nngh~"
A muffled moan from behind interrupted her brooding.
Theresia's mind went blank.
It lasted for quite a while.
"My Lord, Ladies!" the coachman's voice shouted from outside. "A group of people has appeared ahead! They look like Knights from the Capital!"
Theresia snapped out of her daze.
Her face felt like it was on fire. She needed a distraction immediately.
"Are you sure?" she called out, her voice slightly high-pitched.
"I can be sure! My eyesight is infallible!"
"Let's talk when they get closer."
Soon, the sound of hooves approached.
A knight rode alongside the carriage window.
"Is Lady Theresia inside?" a familiar voice called out.
Theresia squeezed to the window, desperate for fresh air.
"Uncle!" she exclaimed.
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