After Selma headed off to the underground ruins, Shota was left sitting alone on a chair in the staff-only area behind the guild counter, killing time.
(Ugh… I’m so bored…)
Unfortunately, all the guild staff were busy with work, and no one had time to keep him company.
Even Fiana seemed occupied.
She occasionally glanced at him with a worried look, but otherwise focused silently on her duties.
All Shota could do was sit quietly so he wouldn’t be a bother, while secretly staring at Fiana as she moved around busily.
(Fiana-san is really beautiful…)
She handled her work efficiently without showing any signs of panic.
Shota found himself completely captivated by how capable she looked.
Of course, every time she moved, her breasts and especially her large ass — which strained against her tight skirt — were impossible to ignore.
Each step she took made her plump, sensual thighs shift, causing her skirt-covered ass to jiggle heavily.
Even though her outfit wasn’t particularly revealing — or rather, because it wasn’t revealing — Fiana gave off a forbidden, seductive aura.
While unconsciously radiating such strong sex appeal, the young big-assed widow remained unaware of her own charm.
Several of the staff members and adventurers were secretly watching her with the same heated gazes as Shota.
“Phew… I’m finally done.”
Shota’s observation time came to an end along with the setting sun.
It seemed the guild operated 24 hours a day but used a shift system.
After handing over her duties to the night shift staff, Fiana quietly sat down next to Shota and let out a small sigh, her face showing traces of fatigue.
“U-Um.
Good work today.
I was watching you all day, and… you were really amazing.”
“Thank you.
You were very well-behaved while waiting, Shota-kun.
Good boy.”
“Ah, ehehehe…”
Being praised and gently patted on the head by Fiana made Shota’s face relax into a sloppy smile.
“From tomorrow onward, you’ll be staying with me until Selma-san returns, okay?”
“Huh?
But what about your work…?”
“It’s fine.
I took some time off.”
“Eh?
Is that really okay…?”
“Yes.
I can’t let you feel lonely, after all.”
In reality, it was the guild’s consideration after she had accepted Selma’s request, but Fiana kept those adult circumstances to herself.
She slowly stood up.
“Well then, shall we go home?”
“Ah, yeah… I mean, yes.”
“Fufu.
You don’t have to be so formal.
Just speak however feels natural to you, Shota-kun.”
“Umm, but you’re using polite speech, so…”
Although it was more like formal language than honorifics, Fiana didn’t bother correcting him.
“This is just an occupational habit of mine.
I end up talking like this when I’m dealing with other people.”
“Wow… That sounds tough…”
Even though he didn’t fully understand, Shota responded with admiration.
Fiana looked at him with warm, affectionate eyes.
“Come on, if we keep talking here it’ll get dark.
Shall we go?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Then I’ll be heading out.
Thank you for your hard work.”
“Ah.
G-Good work today!”
After bowing to the night shift staff, the two of them left the guild and walked through the evening streets hand in hand.
They looked like a close older sister and younger brother with a noticeable age gap.
“Do you have any foods you particularly like, Shota-kun?”
“N-Not really.”
“Is that so?
Then I’ll just make something with whatever’s at home.”
“Okay.
I’m looking forward to your cooking, big sis.”
“Fufu.
I guess I’ll have to put in some effort then.”
Fiana gave him a refined yet genuinely happy smile at his words.
Her gentle atmosphere made her seem like a young mother with a small child.
While looking at her face, Shota suddenly recalled what Selma had told him earlier.
——Fiana is actually a widow.
——So you don’t need to hold back.
You can turn her into your onahole wife too♥
“…Gulp”
“Is something wrong, Shota-kun?”
“Eh!?
Ah, no!
I-It’s nothing!”
Shota hurriedly tried to cover it up, but his body was already reacting.
His cock was gradually growing half-erect.
Fiana, however, remained unaware of the boy’s lingering childish lust.
She simply tilted her head slightly with a worried, gentle smile.
“Is that so…?
If you’re not feeling well, please tell me, okay?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Wanting to reassure the blushing boy, Fiana gently squeezed his hand a little tighter.
“You must be feeling anxious about a lot of things, but you can think of me as Selma-san and act spoiled if you want, okay?”
“Think of you as Selma-san…?”
“Yes.
I’ll do anything for you that Selma-san used to do.
So don’t worry.”
“Anything that Selma-san used to do…”
In other words — letting him use her mouth, letting him fuck her breasts, and repeatedly pumping fresh, young seed deep into her womb. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Even though Fiana had no intention of allowing such things, just hearing the phrase “anything Selma-san used to do” was enough to make Shota’s pubescent mind run wild with lewd fantasies.
“Ah, we’re here.
This is my house.”
Before he realized it, they had arrived at Fiana’s home.
“This is your house, big sis?”
“Yes, it is.”
It was a modest but well-built two-story house.
The clean stone walls suggested the building was relatively new.
A small flower bed by the entrance was filled with colorful flowers, hinting at Fiana’s hobbies.
“Come on in.
Make yourself at home.”
“E-Excuse me.”
Following Fiana’s invitation, Shota stepped inside.
As expected from an empty house, there was no sign of anyone else.
The silence made it painfully clear that only the two of them were here.
“I’m home.
I’m back, Misha.”
In the quiet entranceway, Fiana greeted someone who wasn’t there.
Shota noticed a small picture frame on a shoe shelf.
Inside was a photo of Fiana, a young man he didn’t recognize, and a small baby.
“That’s…?”
“…My husband and child.
They passed away several years ago from a plague.”
At Shota’s question, Fiana lowered her eyes with a slightly sad expression.
Shota immediately realized he had asked something he shouldn’t have.
“Ah, um… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.
I’m the one who should apologize.
It happened so long ago, yet I’m still hung up on it.
Even I find it pathetic sometimes.
Come on, don’t worry about it.
Let’s go inside.”
With Fiana gently pushing his back, Shota stepped further into the house.
The living room and dining kitchen past the narrow hallway were neatly organized, showing that Fiana kept the house clean on a daily basis.
“I’ll make some tea first.
Please wait a moment.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Humm humm~ Where did I put the tea leaves again?”
After seating Shota on the living room chair, Fiana acted unusually cheerful.
Her behavior felt somewhat forced, and there was a faint sense of pain behind it.
(Ugh… Selma-san said that, but… this really doesn’t feel right… Fiana-san still seems to love her husband… Ugh, but this room smells sweet and it’s making me feel restless…)
While his conscience was pricked by her painful expression, Shota’s body — faithful to its desires — reacted to the feminine scent filling the room, making his cock stir restlessly.
And so, a long night began, with the boy caught between reason and instinct.
Of course, with his pubescent lust running at full power, Shota’s weak and immature self-control had no chance of holding up against a supreme female in her prime breeding years standing right in front of him.