Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 370: Arc 5, - 64: Sore Muscles and Respite

*Warning, this Chapter has some smut*

"Yay! Big sis Meko is back!" the little one dashed towards the tired Fumeko.

The brunette’s small and shoulder-slumped frame was nearly knocked back into the door she came through. She grumbled under her breath; letting it go for a few seconds, she pushed the child away by the shoulders, "Look, I don’t like you, you don’t like me."

"I don’t think that’s the case here," Hotaru remarked.

"But I told dad I’d take care of you. So, I’m gonna lock you in your room till morning since you should be asleep by now."

Hotaru sighed...

"I’m not sleepy yet! I can stay awake the whoooole night!" Kineko jittered as she kept bouncing up and down in Fumeko’s hold.

Fumeko could practically feel the bags under her eyes, "Yeah, that’s a problem."

"Permit oneself," Tiffany cleared her throat walked ahead. She looked down to Kineko, "Should thou defy the call of slumber any further, phantoms and ghouls of this nocturnal stretch shan’t spare thy soul come dawn’s first light.

Ghosts—they are to be true—shall brew bread porridge for the feasting come morn’."

"Huh!? No-no-no-no-no! I’ll go to bed, I’ll go to bed I pwomise!" Kineko rushed up the stairs, "Please, not bwread powridge!"

Kineko stopped halfway up the stairs and grabbed the railing to poke her head through the bars, "But I want a bedtime stowy."

"You’re not getting one," Fumeko looked up.

"I can probs tell a story," Asobi beamed.

"Yay!!" Kineko ran to her room.

"Bread porridge?" Jotou eyed the other blonde.

"Tis a dreaded concoction brewed by witches within the orphanage—namely the forte of the witch Madam HillKirk. The tales of said witch and her bread porridges remain to haunt the children.

Though at current, tis been greatly embellished with rumour upon rumour amongst them. Seasonings made of the grinded bones of wayward children, vile acts whilst concocting the porridge, so on and so on.

Tis simply an appalling looking and tasting dish, not befitting upon the tongue of one blessed by the void such as I. Merely the mentioning of bread porridge is sufficient to manipulate the little demons to thy favour."

"Good to know," Fumeko stared upwards and held back a yawn.

Tiffany climbed a few steps up and turned around, "Now then, the hour of mine much needed respite draws near.

The trials of this night have drained mine vitality; our epic saga together has been most exhilarating and an enriching experience for I, who descended into this world anew.

Until we meet again in the realm of dreams, farewell mine venerable allies," she held her skirt and gave a curtsy to them all, before retiring to her temporary room.

"Aren’t you gonna follow her?" Hotaru’s ears bristled and her eyes slyly gazed at the brunette.

"The hell are you on about?" she leered right back.

Hotaru simply grinned in response, letting her fangs glisten.

Fumeko’s face turned a shade of pinkish-red and she walked towards the kitchen, "You’ve gone delusional..."

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Within a few moments, everyone cleaned themselves up and returned to their rooms to finally get some rest. Jotou, sat in a simple nightgown, stared at herself in the mirror, "Ow."

"Sorry," Hotaru held a strand of blonde hair she accidentally pulled out—right before it turned to black in an instant. She tossed it aside and aimed a pair of her scissors towards the blonde’s cascading hair.

It was hard to judge with the black ends of her hair, but by adding a few droplets of glowing water to the tip of the metal, she navigated her way to find the burnt tips. "Not every day you survive dragon’s fire."

"Thanks to Moren’s sword. Might’ve been burnt bacon otherwise."

"Would’ve been a good story to tell Kineko."

"Which one? That I almost got burnt to ash by a man with the head of a dragon or the part where we got chased by a wyvern?"

"I think she would’ve been fascinated by either," the redhead chuckled.

"And I’m honestly too tired for that," Jotou groaned and slouched forward.

"Kids are tiring."

"Experience?" the blonde raised a brow.

"Assumption. We’ve only been babysitting Kineko for a bit, but I’ve taken care of my dad for a lot longer; it counts for something. Besides, it’s not experience we can’t gain in the future."

"We?" Jotou side-eyed her through the mirror.

"Zero, one or three were the options I believe?" she smirked.

"I’m too sore for this..." her cheeks swirled with red hues. "Rejuvenates really don’t last long, huh," she glanced at the palm of her hand.

Electricity spiralled around her fingertips and rushed over her palm, forming a mini lightning bolt about to strike, before she flexed her fingers and cancelled the spell.

"It’s a temporary solution for the most part. Don’t stress it, you’re still new to the spell. And you shouldn’t overdo it."

"Coming from you?"

"Exactly why you should listen," Hotaru poked her in the cheek.

"Hmph."

"Alright, all done," she snipped the scissors a few times in the air.

"Thanks. Healing muscles and joints time?" Jotou looked back with big puppy eyes.

"No," the unamused wolf-girl pushed the blonde’s face away. "I already told you, just let it rest on its own—naturally."

Jotou got up from the vanity and yawned, "Guess a restless sleep it is. Here I go. Off to bed. Your girlfriend. Body racked with pain. After fighting a new god and distracting him long enough to make a breakthrough in the case. Who’s saved-"

"I suppose you’re a handful too," Hotaru remarked. She picked up a small cubic container she had kept by the desk and tossed it.

Jotou caught the dark bottle and read out, "Olive oil?"

Hotaru undid her corset, "Go on, strip. I’m not gonna heal you, but it doesn’t mean I can’t help."

The blonde felt her skin heat up, "You want to rub oil all over me...?" she looked through her lashes.

"Pervert. It’ll help with your soreness and get you right to sleep. Or something else," she flourished her corset off and threw it aside sultrily.

"That something else being?" the back of Jotou’s knees hit the side of the bed.

"Hm? Why act so coy now my spiteful little housecat~?" Hotaru swayed her hips as she took slow steps closer. "Doesn’t my girlfriend deserve the best of care for all her pain~?

If you’re worried about the oil, don’t be. We can wash you off in the bath later and you’ll have the best sleep of your life—a blissful one even," Hotaru walked right up to the blonde who speechlessly scanned every inch of the redhead’s body.

They shared the same breath, wordlessly. Savouring the song of the rain drumming out the window, Hotaru lightly pushed her body against the blonde.

Jotou’s knees had not yet given out. Her lips quivered while she watched her brilliant blue eyes intertwining with her own—almost as if they were demanding her to give in. Her spiked up crimson ears lorded over her in height.

Jotou only now noticed her rampantly increasing heartbeat. One that synced with Hotaru’s as she pressed her chest against the blonde’s.

To resist or to give in? Why did it feel so good to make it a game of seduction every time? ’Maybe I just like being coerced. Hm, that’s definitely not a maybe.

Still, for you to get me like this... Cornered and off guard. It’s past 3 a.m. and you’re not sleepy at all? Has she...?’ Jotou watched Hotaru’s gaze longer and longer.

’All that siphoning’s given her way too much... I might be in danger with her in this state...’ Jotou’s heart rate only grew more erratic.

Hotaru simply grazed a finger up the blonde’s nightgown, lightly letting her nail scrape her skin till her finger stopped right under Jotou’s jaw. She tipped her chin up and hushed, "Now strip."

The blonde’s knees finally buckled and she sat on the bed with the light push of said finger; the bottle bounced onto the mattress. With a playful little smirk, she took the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head with a swift swish.

She stuck her tongue out as she revealed nothing but her bare skin and the plain black panties she wore.

From her eyes and lips, Hotaru’s gaze was drawn down to the other’s chest.

Jotou leaned back a tad and cupped her own breasts with her hands to push them together, "Sorry firefly, these aren’t quite so sore~"

"They might be soon enough," with her breaths growing quicker, she took no time to undress herself and tossed her wired bra onto the blonde’s face—interrupting her view of the show.

Jotou picked the dark blue bra off of her face and saw the redhead in the same state of dress as her. She smiled and flung the bra forward and around Hotaru’s waist, before promptly yanking her forward.

The blonde giggled as she set her chin in between the large teardrop-like breasts and looked up to the redhead. Both of their nipples stood in excitement whilst Hotaru held Jotou’s shoulders.

With her fangs glistening, the wolf-girl peered down, "Not so sore anymore hm?"

"I’m just a little distracted doctor~" Jotou cooed as she snuggled into the soft mounds of flesh. She let her nose guide her in little sniffs before she let out gentle breaths that made Hotaru’s hairs stand on end.

The redhead shivered in delight from ears to tail as Jotou began planting kisses. Her hand moved from the shoulder and began twirling into her blonde locks.

The bra slipped from her grasp as Jotou’s hands pressed into Hotaru’s plump waist. Her fingers dug deep into her lower back, eliciting a sighed moan from the redhead.

Staying like that for a few moments, her quiet moans could barely beat the ambient rain. Jotou’s kisses became bolder, going around, over and under her breasts while her hands wandered down to cup her rear end.

Hotaru seized her golden strands in a grip and pulled Jotou’s head back, to which Jotou breathed heavily in response. Hotaru glanced down, "You’re having too much fun."

"Worried you might lose control~?" Jotou smiled upwards.

Hotaru forced the blonde to look up as she drew her face closer—her eyes flickering in a sprinkling of blue rainwater. "Best behave, or else..." she grinned.

Her tail swayed forward and brushed across Jotou’s skin like the touch of a large, fluffy feather. Jotou’s eyes shut and she winced as it tantalizingly lingered too long across her nipples while it drifted across.

Hotaru let go of her and proceeded to sit next to her on the bed. She grabbed the fallen bottle and patted her lap, inviting the blonde with a single look.

Taking the invitation, Jotou got up and meekly sat on her lap—pressing her lower back against the redhead’s stomach.

She slowly rocked her hips back and forth against the wolf-girl’s crotch, prompting Hotaru to slap her on the thigh to make her stop—Jotou did so with a half-cocked smirk.

Popping the lid off, she dripped the oil down the blonde’s shoulder blades. Jotou held her hair forward as each little bead danced and polished the curves and grooves of her toned back.

Down along the pale skin and small moles they raced, causing her to flinch and twitch a smidgen from the sensation.

Setting the oil aside, with flat palms, Hotaru smeared the oil first around her shoulders and the nape of her neck before she gripped her fingers tightly around her skin.

"Aggh..." The blonde sighed towards the ceiling. Her tense muscles relaxed to the firm touch. Little squeaky breaths escaped her lips every time the redhead kneaded and squeezed her sore muscles. Her eyes waned, ready to drift asleep almost.

Satisfied by the sounds of her lover, Hotaru continued massaging down her back, spreading the oil to cover every bit of skin.

She pushed her thumbs into Jotou’s shoulder blades, causing her to gasp and arch her back, much to the amusement of the redhead. She jabbed her thumbs inwards and moved them in small circles.

Jotou’s toes curled and her body tensed up higher and higher off of Hotaru’s lap. Jotou dug her nails into Hotaru’s thighs; she then winced and panted quickly, "S-stop, stop please!"

Hotaru let go of her sensitive spots and Jotou slumped down back onto her lap with laboured breaths. The redhead continued massaging down her body, letting her fingers jab away at her flesh to ease it.

"So responsive~" Hotaru bit her lip before kissing the back of her neck. "Do you want me to stop~?" she whispered.

"Obviously not..."

Her oiled up hands curved around her back and slid onto her breasts with ease. She pinched and tugged at the blonde’s nipples roughly, coating them in oil in the process. "Now, now, be polite~"

"Ngh, hah... You’re not... hmm... getting me that easily..." Jotou moaned out loud.

"What was that...?" her hands coated the entirety of her rounded breasts. "Would you like to repeat it? I’d advise you not to," her teeth grazed along her shoulder.

"You can’t control me firefly, you never truly will~ Hahp! Ngah, gh-gh, okay, okay! I’m sorry!"

Hotaru stopped pinching her nipples so deeply with her nails. "Good girl. You’ve been calling me that a little too freely lately."

"What, you don’t like me calling you firefly?" Jotou moaned in breaths.

"Well no, it’s not that," her brilliant blue eyes darted away and her already red face turned into a brighter shade. "Just, shut it... There’s no reason you need to stop calling me that..."

’Cute... How in the hell does she make me feel so submissive...? It’s like she flips a switch and makes me jelly. But it’s so fun catching her off guard~ Hah... I love her...

Then... why haven’t I told her about Asobi’s kiss...?

No, stop, don’t ruin the mood.

Telling her about it would cause so many issues, won’t it? But shouldn’t I tell her everything...? It was; it was just a kiss, it’s all it was, wasn’t it? It’s not like Sobi’s done anything since.’

"Jotou~?" Hotaru had returned to tending to her sore body. She smiled, "Lost in thought? You’re not getting all anxious about our relationship again, are you?"

Jotou looked back and chuckled, "No, not really—sorry. You’re really adamant in making me shower again tonight huh?"

"But this time I get to join you~" Hotaru smoothly squished Jotou’s thighs.

"I swear, I’m already soaking wet," Jotou stuck her tongue out and gave a wink. However, right after, she hushed, "Hotaru..."

The redhead’s ears fell as she waited for her to continue. She watched Jotou’s lips for a few seconds... and leaned in for a kiss—to which Jotou eagerly kissed back...

’Now’s not a good time to bring it up anyway. Some other time then.’

Hotaru pulled back and got lost in her brown eyes like cut smoky quartz. "If this is about the kids thing, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. It’s way too early—unless you think otherwise of course."

"Heh, no, no," the blonde shook her head. "I was just lost in thought about you and how much I love you is all."

Hotaru’s arms wrapped around Jotou and pulled her into her embrace. Her breasts pressed up against her oiled back and she set her chin on Jotou’s shoulder, "Love you too. Trying to butter me up are you~?"

"We’ve got oil for that~"

"Hmph, smart-ass," Hotaru continued another round of massaging her.

"I guess adopting will be easier than raising a kid from a baby all things considered," Jotou blushed as she came around to the topic.

"You want to adopt?" Hotaru laughed. "That’s sweet of you."

"Obviously silly, how else do you expect us to have a kid," Jotou could feel the tension leaving her sore muscles.

"Uhm," Hotaru’s brow twisted up. "I’d have one with you."

Jotou turned her head, "I don’t know if you got the news, but I don’t have the necessary tools for that anymore."

"I’m well aware Jotou. We can still have a child," Hotaru’s lips pouted with a smile. "As long as you’re not opposed to magic."

"Oh..." Jotou pondered. "I didn’t even realize that was an option."

Hotaru slid her hands along Jotou’s thighs, "Mhm, one of our own blood."

"So like, one eighth wolf?" Jotou calculated.

"No, it’d still be quarter-wolf like me. Part-human traits don’t go away beyond that—quarter is the most. So if we just stay far away from Kria, then..." some of her arousal faded as her face wilted.

"Hey, there’s no problem with that if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m more than fine with it and we’ll make sure our kid never has to suffer what you did. Don’t worry. Again, it’s wayyy too early for us to be talking about this anyway," the blonde smiled.

That smile was enough for Hotaru to exhale a breath of relief and give a half-smirk. "I know. It’s still nice to talk about. You’d be the mother of course; you’ll be a great one~" as she said, Hotaru toyed and pinched softly at Jotou’s stomach.

Jotou’s eyes widened as she glanced down, "You know, I was acting pretty shy about this, but now I’m just terrified..."

"Anyway, how does your body feel?" Hotaru pressed her chest against Jotou’s back.

"Still a little tired here and there, but much better actually," she reached a hand back to stroke the wolf-girl’s head.

"Good~" Hotaru’s fingers glid down her skin and slithered over her crotch. She pushed her fingers down on the puffed up mound beneath her undergarment.

Suddenly their chatter died down and the cold of the rain outside only accentuated their heat-filled bodies yearning for more. Hotaru could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric.

Jotou closed her eyes and simply began to let out moans in intervals. Meanwhile, Hotaru’s other hand slipped beneath the blonde’s panties and slid in between her rear end— spreading oil in the process.

Jotou jolted and let out a yelp, but she only clenched her bottom around an invading hand between her cheeks. "H-Hotaru..."

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

"I... Hn..." It was hard to say she did not enjoy the sensation—especially when her ass was seemingly grinding against her hand.

Hotaru circled a finger around her back entrance, teasing as to what was to come. Her hand in the front slithered its way beneath the blonde’s panties as well—this one rubbed the seemingly pulsing more than usual clit of hers.

Her finger at the back prodded against the tight entrance till eventually, with the aid of the oil- "Hngk!" Jotou’s ass clenched around the invading, immobilized finger while the redhead’s other hand continued to rub the front in circles.

"This is the same person who experimented with themselves, right~?" Hotaru blew air into Jotou’s left ear. "Even before coming to this world~? Just ease up~"

"R-read something new did you?" Jotou winced an eye close and got used to the sensation.

"Perhaps. My first time doing anything like this~ Is it okay? Or are you that much of a pervert that you’ve already tried this~?"

"Shut..."

Hotaru slipped her other hand lower towards the blonde’s front entrance—of which her fluids had already provided the ticket for entry.

With that, two fingers slipped in and began coiling around for her sweet spots. The blonde could only let out a low incessant moan in response. As soon as Hotaru’s thumb rubbed her clit as well, her mind had gone numb with pleasure.

Any thoughts would just ruin the sensation. Minutes passed sitting on her lap; Jotou felt the sensation rise up through her stomach.

Her toes that barely reached the bedroom floor began curling and her hand groped at her own breast feverishly as she humped both of Hotaru’s hands, while they prodded and explored her soft and sensitive insides.

The redhead leaned in close, pushing her large breasts against the other’s back as she began nibbling and biting Jotou’s ear.

Jotou’s remaining hand clawed at the bedsheets frantically—no matter where she moved another sensation entrapped her. Sweat ran down from her bangs as her mouth stayed open to keep up with her puffing breaths.

Hotaru licked her earlobe and hushed velvety words, "I can feel you tightening~ Tightening and tightening—are you about to burst~?

Do you hear that? How wet you are? Be a good girl and let it all out~ Get my fingers drenched, so I can paint it all across your skin~"

Within a matter of seconds, her thighs quivered and her entire body writhed as both her openings clamped around Hotaru’s fingers.

First came the shriek of climax as the blonde let it all out with no resistance; then came the whimpers and moans of a body squirming in ecstasy.

Her body convulsed and convulsed while Hotaru felt the hugging sensation around her supple fingers. "Good girl~" She tilted forward and took the other’s panting lips into a lustful kiss, letting her tongue wander in as it pleased.

Jotou giggled lightly as a couple of tears formed at her eyes. "Out of me..." her hands patted both of Hotaru’s arms.

"Don’t tell me you’re tired already~" Hotaru’s hands slipped out of her ruined underwear, allowing the blonde to breathe calmer. Hotaru’s wet fingers tiptoed up Jotou’s waist, "I wanted to go for a few more rounds~"

"Let me, catch my breath, you succubus," the blonde whipped her ruffled hair back.

The sound of her breathless breaths was music to her crimson ears, alongside the raindrops outside. Her unyielding hands went upwards and cupped the blonde’s breasts.

She played and toyed with the soft flesh as if to provoke the blonde further. "Hm~ Good point. I wanted to put that tongue of yours to work~"

With a little whimper, Jotou found herself heating up with arousal once more... At this rate, she was bound to be worn out like a toy by dawn... To that thought, a lecherous smile grew on the blonde.

"On your knees Ms Howllett~"

"Mhm!"