Chapter 166 - A Wholesome Breakfast
Philia's urination—while the initial trajectory was close to a straight line, the end drew a large curve. It had a vertical drop similar to a forkball.
The extension and power were nothing to complain about, and it seemed to have achieved considerable velocity.
However, regarding its sharpness, there was a clear decline stemming from her age. It continued to drip sloppily for a while, giving the impression of a loose main valve.
Control also remained an issue, as there were traces of it missing the strike zone and wetting the toilet seat.
She's an aging player; if I were a scout, I wouldn't give her a first-round evaluation... While thinking something incomprehensible even to myself, I picked up some toilet paper and wiped Philia's lower body.
It was, strictly speaking, a mindless task.
While maintaining my composure, I mechanically absorbed the moisture into the paper.
Once that was finished, I moved on to cleaning around the toilet seat. If I let my guard down, I might end up destroying the entire toilet, so I wiped away the droplets with a touch as gentle as if I were handling an infant.
Even more tenderly than when I wiped Philia's crotch.
I couldn't help but feel that various things were wrong here, but Philia's defensive power is high, so she is much sturdier than that porcelain or metal. It isn't strange to handle the more fragile one with care.
"Whew."
Having finished wiping up all the splashes, I removed the plastic bag from the coat hook and opened the door.
"Make sure you wash your hands properly."
"..."
She nodded silently. The way she looked at me with dreamy eyes was proof of her devotion to me. ...It's not a bad thing. At least, that's what I want to believe.
Philia and I washed our hands side by side, and we wiped each other's hands with paper towels.
That female clerk was covering her mouth with a face that said, "I've seen something terrible," but I decided to act as if I saw nothing.
Dragging Philia along as she clung to my arm, I left the shop.
"Shoot, I have to use Sacred Circle."
At the same time, I used Concealment to create a safe zone.
That should do it. All that's left is food.
I held up the plastic bag in front of Philia and asked, "Where should we eat?"
"On Hero-dono's lap."
"That's not the kind of answer I'm looking for."
Since the current Philia seemed useless, I decided that I would take charge of the thinking.
I stretched my neck and looked around.
About two hundred meters ahead, I saw a bench. Perfect, let's eat over there.
"We'll have to walk a bit, is that okay?"
She nodded twice with small, bobbing motions. It was a childish gesture, creating a terrible gap with her bewitching appearance.
These kinds of gestures would suit Angelica better, I thought rudely as I moved forward.
"Hey, Philia."
"Faaaaather... Faaaaather..."
"I want to have a serious talk, is that alright?"
"What is it?"
"Do you think you can beat Erin?"
"You can."
"You said that decisively, didn't you?"
"Of course. As far as I know, the strongest human is Hero-dono. Both now and forever."
I decided not to say that being trusted that much made me feel embarrassed.
If I said it, she'd probably get carried away.
"Alright, shall we sit?"
With adult legs, two hundred meters is over in a flash.
Having arrived at our target bench in short order, we both sat down at the same time. Philia's buttocks were forced onto the narrow bench. Naturally, we were in a state of close contact, with her chest and hair brushing against me, but I was already used to this, so I didn't make a fuss every single time.
"I-I-I-It is embarrassing to eat outside while pressed against Hero-dono..."
...Even if I was calm, it seemed she was not.
Are you a Virgin?! Her reaction made me want to shout that, but since she actually was a maiden, I suppose it couldn't be helped.
Wait, was she like this back when she was adventuring with me?
"You, weren't you more normal when we were in the past?"
"How many years do you think it has been since I left your party? My resistance has long since worn off."
"...I see."
"...Besides, Hero-dono... you've become more manly and more handsome than before..."
"Didn't you say you weren't good with 'manly' scents? Even though you said things like you only specialized in boys."
"...It seems Hero-dono was an exception... Even as you age, you retain the cleanliness of your boyhood..."
"Hmm."
Philia, who was saying these things, seemed to be the most embarrassed, as her face was bright red.
As for me, I felt nothing in particular.
Silently, I took the bread out of the plastic bag and opened it. It was the cream bread I had bought for Philia.
...
I was hungry too, but for some reason, I felt like feeding Philia first.
I even felt like tearing the bread with my own hands and gently popping it into Philia's mouth.
It was truly mysterious.
"Just open your mouth for now. I'll feed you."
"What brought this on?"
"If you don't want it, eat it yourself."
"Aaahn."
I popped a piece of bread into Philia's wide-open mouth.
"Oops."
Even though it was a precious cream bread, I had only put in the dough part.
It wouldn't taste like anything this way.
I thrust my finger into the depths of the bread, scooped up some whipped cream, and placed it on Philia's tongue.
"...Nn... hamu..."
...What was this?
An incredibly dangerous scene had been created: "A beautiful woman licking a thick, white mass from a fingertip," but I could only call it an act of force majeure.
"Hey, Philia..."
While I was gripped by a mysterious sense of guilt, Philia made a gulping sound in her throat.
"Did you swallow it all?"
"...Yes."
"Give me more," Philia said, opening her mouth again.
The remnants of the sticky cream clung to her pink tongue. It mixed with her saliva, drawing white threads.
"...Next, I'm going with something bigger."
I tore off a larger piece of bread than before and pushed it into Philia's mouth.
Philia's eyes widened slightly, showing a surprised expression, but it immediately changed to one of ecstasy.
"...Please, give me cream..."
"I know."
You really are a sweet tooth, I thought as I squeezed the bread.
Splurt! The cream inside was forcefully ejected, flying into Philia's mouth.
"Nn, ahfu."
The released liquid overflowed from Philia's mouth, messily staining around her chin.
I splashed white, sticky stuff onto the Priestess's face. It's a sentence that might make people doubt my character, but since I was simply feeding her cream bread, there was no moral problem whatsoever.
"...Hero-dono, my throat is stuck. Please give me a drink."
"Oh, is that so?"
Bread is easy to get stuck with in your throat, so of course she'd want water. I took the tea bottle from the bag and opened the cap.
"What manner of beverage is that?"
"It's tea."
"That is a name I have never heard before."
"Huh? Weren't there tea over there... oh right, there wasn't."
The drinks of the other world were ale, beer, or wine. Civilizations styled after medieval Europe lacked variety in food more than I had expected.
"By the way, what kind of taste does it have?"
"Probably bitter."
"Then I do not want it."
"Hey now, are you being picky at a time like this?"
"...If Hero-dono were to feed it to me mouth-to-mouth, I would not be loath to drink it."
"I can't exactly provide that level of service."
But this girl truly believes, from the bottom of her heart, that I am a handsome man.
Hmm.
"Is this okay?"
"Nnnnnn—!!!!"
In the end, Philia spilled the oolong tea I fed her mouth-to-mouth grandly, soaking her chest until it was translucent.
Her face was covered in cream, and her body was covered in tea.
How should I put it... the scene looked as if she had been violated.