The NPC sets out to defeat the demon king-Chapter 14

The sleeping bag was tight—almost suffocatingly so—with barely any room between us.

But oddly enough, despite how cramped it was, it didn't feel uncomfortable. Not even in the slightest.

In fact, it was the opposite.

I could feel the subtle curves of her back pressing firmly against my chest.

Every ridge and every gentle line of her figure molded into me with the shape of the bag sealing us close.

Her body heat radiated through the fabric of her clothes and onto my skin like a soft fire.

And then, there was the sound of her breathing. It was slow, steady, and heavier than usual. Each exhale made the space between us feel even smaller.

"I'm sorry, okay?" she whispered, voice a little breathless. "I know this must be uncomfortable for you, but... Cecilia's just too big for me to share the sleeping bag with. I-I end up getting squished and it's really hard to sleep like that. So... yeah. This is better. It's not like I want to sleep near you or anything. You better not get the wrong idea. I didn't come here because I like being next to you or whatever."

Her tone tried to be dismissive, but the crack of hesitation in her voice betrayed her.

"I know," I said, quietly, "You don't have to be so defensive."

"Well... as long as you get it, that's fine," she muttered, trying to sound composed.

I closed my eyes again, attempting to settle down, to ignore everything and just fall asleep.

But it was impossible to ignore her warmth, and how close she was.

She was soft.

Incredibly soft.

Her presence was almost melting into me.

And even though it had been a full day without bathing, her scent was still somehow fresh and warm, like a lingering perfume I couldn't place. Sweet, delicate and... oddly comforting.

What kind of goddess smells that good even after an entire day in the wild?

And why... why did she have to be so tempting right now?

I did everything I could to suppress my thoughts—to keep my mind clean—but with her so close, her body pressed into mine, her warmth bleeding through the air between us...

It was impossible.

This is bad... this is bad... this is seriously, unbelievably bad...

Something inside me was reacting.

And I really, really didn't want it to.

But that's the thing with thoughts like this—the more you tell yourself not to think them, the more they bubble to the surface.

And, well, in my case... it happened.

"Hnngh..."

That tiny sound escaped from her lips—half a whimper, half a breath—when she felt it.

"You're... touching my butt with it again..." she muttered, voice barely audible.

"I'm sorry," I replied immediately, almost too fast. "There's no room in here for me to move it anywhere else. If you're gonna sleep in here, you'll just have to deal with it."

"You're so selfish... and a pervert..." she whispered, cheeks burning.

I could see that her ears were turning red, her neck flushed with embarrassment.

"I probably am a pervert," I admitted, not even trying to deny it.

"Y-You don't say that so proudly..." she stammered. "I-It's pressing harder now..."

"I can't help that, can I?" I said, voice low. "If you want to stay here, you'll just have to bear with it. You're the one who climbed in. You're the one making it harder for both of us."

"...D-Do you think if we... sleep face to face... it would be better?"

That caught me off guard.

But, thinking about it, maybe she had a point.

If we were face to face, at least I wouldn't be grinding against her from behind. It wouldn't stop the reaction, but maybe it would be less... risky.

Even if we were still close, maybe it'd feel a little less intense.

We weren't turning our backs to each other anyway—the space wouldn't allow it.

But turning to face each other... well, that might at least change where things were pressing.

"A-Alright... I'm gonna shift a little..." she murmured, hesitating for a moment before moving.

The sleeping bag rustled as she turned.

And then, after a few moments of shuffling and adjustments, her body settled with her now lying on her side, directly facing me.

"It's done," she said softly, barely above a whisper.

But now I couldn't tell whether this position was any less dangerous or way, way more so.

Because her face... was right there.

So close that I could feel her breath ghosting against my skin.

Her chest... pressed into mine even more obviously now.

And her eyes, wide and a little nervous, were gazing up at me with this uncertain glint.

Her face really was beautiful. Too beautiful. This close, it was impossible to ignore the curve of her lips, the softness of her cheeks, the delicate slope of her nose.

And she was blushing.

I was definitely blushing too.

And now... neither of us could move. Not without making things worse.

She averted her gaze, turning her head sharply to the side, cheeks flaring up with a deep crimson hue that crept all the way to the tips of her ears.

And that blush... it wasn't fading.

It lingered stubbornly, burning on her skin like a vivid neon sign flashing embarrassment.

Yeah, this situation had been walking on thin ice from the start.

But now? Now it felt like we were diving headfirst into freezing waters.

There was no mistaking it anymore—this was dangerous. So, so dangerous.

Because right now, in this very moment...

I could feel it.

Even through the thin fabric of her clothes...

Something was poking me.

No—two things.

Soft, round, and warm... pressing against my chest in a way that sent a jolt down my spine.

And what made it even worse—or better, depending on how you saw it—was that both of their tips were hard.

She knew.

She had to know.

She must've realized that I had just figured out her little secret.

That she wasn't wearing anything underneath her clothes.

And as if confirming my suspicion, her blush darkened several shades, her lips parting for a brief moment as if she wanted to say something—anything—but the words didn't come out right away.

"I-It's not like I deliberately suggested doing this face-to-face because I wanted to, y-you know, press them on you or anything!" she sputtered, her tone flustered and defensive. "I-It's just that... back when I was a goddess giving out blessings, I didn't wear trivial things like this! And now it feels really uncomfortable, so I decided to sleep without them..."

I tilted my head. "Come to think of it, you were wearing that skimpy dress back then, huh?"

Her face practically twitched.

"I-It's not skimpy! That was my goddess garb! You can't just call it that!"

I held back a laugh. "Alright, alright. You don't have to be so jumpy about it."

I leaned back slightly, looking at her again—her flustered expression, her glowing cheeks, the way her arms subtly shifted to hide her chest even though she was already pressed up against me.

"But man... I still can't believe I've got the goddess here... all to myself. I must've burned through all my luck in one go, huh?"

"Hmph. Yes. You should be grateful to have someone as magnificent as me," she said, lifting her chin proudly with that usual smugness returning to her lips. "And you also need to be grateful that I'm letting you press against my breasts like this! This is the first time the goddess has done something like this, you know? I'm giving you all my firsts. You're privileged. So be grateful for everything."

"Then should I thank you for giving me a thigh job last night?"

"Fueh?!"

Her whole face lit up like fireworks. The smugness shattered instantly into stunned panic.

"W-Well, yes! Of course, you should!" she blurted, trying desperately to salvage her pride. "Do you even realize how privileged you are?! I let you rub your member between my thighs, just so you could... relieve yourself! I bet you've never felt anything like that before, right?!"

I didn't even hesitate. "It did feel good."

There was no point in lying.

Because honestly... that was probably the only true comfort I had last night.

"Did it really?" she asked again, her voice dropping lower now. It was more softer and more unsure.

"It did," I replied, nodding once. "Really."

"Hmmm..."

She hummed quietly, looking off to the side.

But her eyes didn't stay still. They kept drifting toward me, flicking over with a glance every few seconds.

Then finally, she spoke.

"Then... do you want to do it again?"

My breath caught.

My mind hit a wall.

Everything froze for just a moment, like time had paused.

"Huh?"

"D-Don't 'Huh?' me right now, you idiot!" she snapped back, clearly flustered. "You heard exactly what I said! Don't make me say it again—it's embarrassing!"

"N-No, it's just that... I wasn't expecting it, that's all. I mean, are you really sure, goddess?"

"Shhh! You're talking too much! And you're being loud! You'll wake Cecilia up!" she hissed.

And yet—she was the one raising her voice. The irony wasn't lost on me.

"You're not going to be able to sleep with it like that, right?" she said, her voice lowering into a whisper again. "So I'm saying... we can do it again."

I swallowed hard.

This goddess was... ridiculously cute.

Trying to think rationally at this point?

Impossible.

Whatever thread of reason I had left?

Already snapped.

Gone.

Dissolved into the void.

And really, with her saying all that, with her laying it out so openly and awkwardly...

I'd be an idiot not to accept.

So, with that unspoken agreement hanging in the air, we lowered our pants.

Just like last time, she turned herself around, her back now facing me—

And slowly, I slid myself between her soft, bare thighs.