Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 211 I'm exploring potential sites? (II) (R-18)

(POV: Lumiere)

Soon,

Lucilia knelt down beside me, her delicate face came into view, blocking the hot sun that had previously blinded me.

She went from a hard worker to a gentle, concerned woman.

"Are you alright, Lumiere?"

I managed to muster a weak smile and replied, "I'll be fine, d... don't worry about me."

Her sudden movement, however, caused me to gasp momentarily, as she extended her hands into the depths of her ample breasts.

The way her breasts vibrated as her hand searched its depths, an occasional moan of pleasure escaped her mouth as her hand continued to search.

"Ahhhhnnn~~"

Perhaps, she brushed a finger against her likely sensitive nipple.

My eyes widened, caught off guard by this unexpected action.

Noticing my surprise, Lucilia swiftly turned away, her hands emerging from the depths of her cleavage, clutching a pristine white kerchief.

With a warm smile, she gently murmured, "Alright, stay put."

Nodding obediently, I could only manage to mutter an unsure "Okay."

With great care, she unfolded the kerchief, its delicate scent of roses and hibiscus filled my nostrils.

The thought briefly crossed my mind, wondering if this fragrance was similar to the smell of her breasts. Normally, a woman's breast creek was sweaty, but it seemed like she slotted the handkerchief there as a means to keep it smelling fresh.

Of course, I imagined how it'd be to dive into her breasts and even nibble on one of her sensitive nipples, but those thoughts left as soon as they came.

With a soft touch, Lucilia began to dab my face, wiping away the perspiration that clung to me. Each gentle stroke of the kerchief relieved the weariness that had settled deep within my bones.

"Ah, much better," she proclaimed, a satisfied gleam lighting up her eyes.

With a graceful motion, she returned the kerchief to its previous resting place, nestled between the delicate curves of her breast.

She then informed me, "Now, it's time to eat."

I arched an eyebrow in surprise.

"Eat?"

"Yeah, silly."

"But we didn't pack any provisions."

"Well, I actually did."

I closely examined her body. "I... don't see anything..."

Lucilia simply smiled, pointing towards Umbra and Fasit, who were diligently setting up a small picnic nearby.

My gaze shifted towards them, shocked.

"How... when did they manage this?" I asked.

Lucilia's eyes twinkled.

"Umbra kindly took charge of our supplies. I don't know how, but he did."

Oh yeah, Umbra does have a Unique Skill capable of that. 『Black Hole』 it was similar to Serena's 『Inventory』. However it worked on a more massive and destructive scale— solely depending on the user however.

That skill saved me in my fight against Eris.

After Umbra had finished setting up the picnic blanket, Fasit was already seated, patiently waiting for my arrival. As I stood up from the soft grass, where I was previously resting, Lucilia remained knelt beside that spot.

I extended my hand towards her, a gesture of assistance, and said, "Let me help you up."

She merely smiled in response, her eyes conveying a playful challenge, and retorted, "You know I have legs and arms right?"

This was her implying she could get up herself.

My smile widened as I countered, "But this way's much more enjoyable," coaxing her hand into mine.

Our palms touched, warmth and electricity surging through our connection as we locked eyes for a fleeting moment. The touch lingered, and then she gracefully withdrew her hand, taking confident strides towards the picnic blanket.

I joined them, settling myself down next to Fasit.

With tender care, Fasit unraveled the basket, revealing its delightful contents. The vibrant colors of tomato slices, crisp carrots, and an assortment of fresh vegetables. The aroma of freshly baked bread, coupled with the tantalizing scent of the accompanying sauces, aggravated my hunger.

Lucilia sighed with satisfaction and announced, "I'll prepare my plate first. I'm starving."

"Says the girl who didn't want a break to start with.."

"What was that...?" she asked with a threatening smile.

"N... nothing," I replied.

"I thought so."

However, before she could even reach for the food, Umbra appeared beside her, holding out a plate adorned with a beautifully crafted sandwich.

He spoke with his usual calm and efficiency, saying, "Here you go, Lady Lucilia. I thought you might need this."

Her eyes widened in surprise, she glanced at me, "Is he always this fast?"

I nodded with a slow grin and replied, "Yep, pretty much."

Lucilia's smile grew, radiant and grateful, as she accepted the plate from Umbra's outstretched hand.

"Thank you, Umbra."

"My pleasure, Lady Lucilia," he smiled.

As Fasit and I sat together, she presented me with a tantalizing array of sandwiches she had meticulously prepared. My eyes widened in surprise as I admired the colorful spread before me.

"They all look good, but I prefer maybe a glass of freshly squeezed juice."

Maybe after, I'd eat one of her sandwiches.

Curious, Fasit leaned in closer, "Can I share something with you, Great Lumiere?"

Intrigued, I nodded. "Sure."

Almost teasingly, she whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin, "If you want, you can eat the sandwich off my chest - I don't mind you being messy with the sauce... just imagine if they got on my nipples, then... what would you do?"

My heart skipped a beat on processing her words.

"Maybe we c—"

She didn't stop there. With Lucilia and Umbra?s attention absorbed by their sandwich, she snaked her hand down pants and there, that was the first time Fasit ever took hold of my cock. Her palm was soft, so I enjoyed the way she gently kneaded my cock. She pressed it with enough force to make me gasp.

Her hands, a work of art.

"You could also have some of my freshly squeezed milk... isn't that way better?" she asked.

"Fasit, as tempted as I am, we can't... yunno do it here," I cautioned.

Fasit's lips curved into a smile, passion evident in her eyes.

"Does that mean you truly desire me?" she whispered.

In response, I leaned closer, confident.

"Of course, Fasit. I want nothing more than to suck those huge assets of yours... and I promise... I will," I admitted.

These words made Fasit excited enough that her grip on my cock intensified. As she squeezed it more, she used her thumb to deftly massage the tip of my cock - progressively, it hardened, veins forming on the shaft as if it was about to pierce Fasit?s virgin pussy.

Just as the tension between us escalated, it was cut short.

"What's going on?" the unsuspecting Lucilia asked.

Meanwhile, my desire for Fasit only intensified as I felt her fingers expertly exploring my cock and gently using the sweatiness to her advantage.

"Nothing," said Fasit before removing her hand.

Fasit, unashamed, took a gentle sniff of her fingers, savoring the musky aroma of arousal that clung to her touch.

There was a hungry, sadistic look in her eyes.