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🕑 Added 2025-04-12 05:06:22 +0000 UTCEP.22 [Staying at an Inn with Sister]
"At least she's being quiet, which is somewhat appreciable."
Swish! Swish!
Before undressing Jeanne, Eugene first removed his own top, which was covered in her vomit from carrying her, and put it in the laundry basket.
Then, he cleaned off the large amount of vomit from Jeanne's leather combat jacket.
Jeanne was lying there, both innocent and obedient, which made Eugene feel somewhat grateful despite his turbulent emotions.
"Should I start from the back? Oh, I guess so!"
After wiping off the vomit and spraying some air freshener, Eugene removed Jeanne's leather combat jacket.
It was complicated because it wasn't a one-piece but rather multiple parts crossed over.
Even though he was dealing with Jeanne's impressive breasts, Eugene didn't have the luxury to enjoy it.
"Wow, why is her hips so big? Her butt is incredibly plump!"
Eugene's expression turned irritable.
He had already experienced the grandeur of the lower body of the women from Oblean, admiring Charlotte's hips and buttocks at the Seonghwangjeong and even ogling Jeanne's buttocks when heading to the Oblean Grand Duchy's massive armory.
He understood why other noblewomen would search for nonexistent corsets to emulate the Oblean women.
However, unlike those times, Eugene now found Jeanne's large hips and plump buttocks to be nothing but a chore.
For him, her 40-inch hips and buttocks were just obstacles in removing her tight pants.
"Oh, Aphrodite! Is this really how it's going to be?"
Despite his frustration, Eugene made his best effort and finally removed Jeanne's pants.
But the reward was bitter.
He had hoped that Jeanne's vomit wouldn't affect her core area, but his hopes were shattered.
Her breasts were covered in vomit, and even her panties were stained, making him worry about the area near her vagina.
Thus, Eugene couldn't avoid washing her private parts himself.
No wonder he felt like cursing Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
"At least the bathroom is spacious."
But complaining wouldn't solve anything.
The problem had to be dealt with personally.
Putting aside his grievances towards the goddess, Eugene carried Jeanne, who was in her underwear, into the bathroom.
The bathroom was large enough for both of them to fit comfortably.
Mercenaries usually don't stay alone unless they're nomads, so inns are built with enough space for three or more people per room.
"Is this the start?"
Eugene leaned Jeanne against the bathtub wall and undressed down to his underwear.
He had to wash himself as well because of Jeanne's vomit.
In other words, Eugene, now in his underwear, would wash Jeanne's entire naked body.
"This situation is something I've never experienced, even on Earth, and now I'm doing it as a noble. What am I doing?"
Swish!
The feeling was like taking a drunken woman to a motel to clean her up and then have his way with her.
As Eugene tried to remove Jeanne's bra by embracing her upper body with both hands, he expressed his discomfort.
"Wow!"
However, Eugene's subsequent exclamation was a positive one, contradicting his earlier complaints.
Bounce...! Bounce...!
"Her breasts are incredibly beautiful and large."
When the bra was removed, Jeanne's massive and beautiful breasts were revealed, looking about F-cup size.
For Eugene, who had a penis, the primal catharsis was undeniable.
"Her nipples are pink too. Unbelievable, considering her personality. I thought they'd be darker."
After appreciating the overall beauty, Eugene focused on the details.
The nipples of the noblewoman, Jeanne d'Sel Oblean, were pink.
"It's time to remove her panties as well."
With a sigh, Eugene grabbed the strings of Jeanne's panties.
He proceeded to undress her quickly, with his earlier frustration now driving him forward.
But then,
"Uh-uh, no... there..."
Even though Jeanne was still drunk, she suddenly acted cute, turning her head and covering her mouth with her hand, looking embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
Eugene's expression turned into a mixture of amusement and incredulity.
Despite the mess she had made with her vomit, Jeanne was now acting coy.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"Uh-uh, it's embarrassing... uh-uh-uh..."
"Be quiet, or do you want to sleep with vomit all over your vagina?"
So Eugene ignored Jeanne's cute antics and removed her panties without hesitation.
Jeanne looked like she was about to cry, feeling embarrassed, and Eugene responded with a stern tone, pulling her panties down.
"Well, it's come to this."
Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!
Eugene removed all of Jeanne's underwear and threw them into a small laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom.
Then, he turned back to Jeanne and faced the explicit scene before him.
It was the priceless, virgin vagina of Jeanne d'Sel Oblean, the daughter of the Oblean Grand Duchy.
"And her pubic hair is well-groomed, which makes me even more frustrated."
Jeanne's unconsciousness made her curl up her legs in embarrassment.
Most female mercenaries either shave or trim their pubic hair to enhance the mobility of their tight combat uniforms.
Jeanne did the latter, and despite her shy posture, her beautiful upper body was still exposed.
"Oh, the hot water works well! Priscilla must have chosen this place for a reason."
Eugene was distracted by the task of washing Jeanne, even with her beautiful vagina in front of him.
He turned on the wooden showerhead in the inn room's bathroom.
Although there was an indicator for hot water, the system itself was advanced technology in this world, so he was skeptical.
However, after turning the lever for 10 seconds, warm water started flowing.
Eugene guessed that Priscilla must have carefully selected this lodging after checking the bathroom's hot water system, knowing that elves love hot baths.
"Let's get you washed, Jeanne. Be quiet like you have been."
After checking the hot water, Eugene prepared soap and directed the showerhead at Jeanne.
He was tense, muttering to himself like he was casting a spell, considering Jeanne's potential reactions.
Whoosh!
Eugene first gently washed Jeanne's entire body with warm water.
"Mmm, it's warm... feels good..."
Smile!
Unlike when her panties were removed, Jeanne smiled and seemed to enjoy the warmth.
"Hehe, good thing," Eugene said, smiling back.
He had expected Jeanne to cause a commotion when the water touched her, but instead, she looked comfortable and gentle.
This greatly relieved Eugene.
"After all, Jeanne was laughing and behaving unusually well at the tavern, unlike her usual self."
Eugene's perspective broadened as he saw a new side of Jeanne.
The drunk Jeanne was affectionate and spoke her mind freely.
"This side of her is interesting. A new discovery about Jeanne."
Although he was frustrated at times, Eugene was happy to see this new side of his sister.
Eugene's new experience continued.
Soft...!
First, Eugene applied soap to Jeanne's shoulders, then moved on to her breasts.
The sensation of her full and soft breasts in his large hands was a first for Eugene, not just in this life but also with his sister Jeanne.
"Wow, it's impressive."
Eugene's expression momentarily turned perverted as he enjoyed the perfect breasts.
"Ah..."
When Eugene touched her shoulders, Jeanne still had a smile, but when he touched her breasts, her expression turned shy.
Rub... Rub... Caress...
"Hmm... Hehe... Ah..."
Eugene diligently soaped Jeanne's massive breasts, covering every part, from the area connecting to her armpits to the nipple and areola.
Jeanne's body trembled delicately, and she breathed heavily with embarrassment and stimulation.
"Relax, Jeanne. I'm just washing you, not doing anything weird."
Gurgle...
Eugene's muttering continued as he responded to Jeanne's dynamic reactions.
It felt like he was having a conversation with Jeanne's subconscious, and the sweat on his forehead showed how tense he was.
"Wow, five minutes feel like five hours."
Finally, Eugene finished washing Jeanne's breasts and abdomen.
It was a fierce battle, given the robustness of her body.
Eugene's face was exhausted, unlike when he fought Kyle.
"But the real challenge is just beginning."
The brief respite was over, and the storm was about to begin.
"I saw earlier that her vagina reacted more intensely."
The final challenge remained.
"I won't stop now after all this trouble."
Eugene was determined to see it through, even if it felt like a perverse game.
So Eugene Schneider,
Spread...!
He boldly opened Jeanne's legs.
"Hmm... Ah..."
As expected, Jeanne looked distressed and turned her head, unsure of what to do.
Swish! Swish!
But Eugene didn't care.
With the same determination as before, Eugene began to soap Jeanne's inner thighs.
"More brazenly, because I'm confident."
He could have rushed through it, but Eugene's hands thoroughly explored every part of Jeanne's thighs.
It seemed like he would continue even if Jeanne woke up.
What's the problem with washing her after she vomited?
Thus, Eugene maintained his pace and,
With his left hand covered in soap, he grasped Jeanne's virgin vagina.
"Ah... No...!"
When her thighs were touched, Jeanne tried to endure the embarrassment, but as Eugene's hands reached her most sensitive area, she let out a weak cry.
"Hmm... It's not okay..."
Slip!
As Eugene washed Jeanne's vagina, he leaned closer to her, his upper body almost embracing her.
"Ah, this way is better. I just need to move my hands."
It seemed like a more intimate situation, but Eugene's perception was different.
For him, the task was just to wash Jeanne's vagina, so if she leaned against him, he would naturally hold her body more securely and continue with his eyes fixed on the bathroom wall.
Eugene proceeded with the scenario in his mind.
Squelch... Squelch... Splash... Splash!
Eugene's left hand moved continuously, and from Jeanne's vagina, sounds of intense arousal echoed, unlike anything before.
"This sound is too much, isn't it?"
Even Eugene was surprised by the intensity of the situation.
"Damn, I didn't expect this."
As Jeanne's upper body leaned against Eugene, her lower body curled up.
Thus, Eugene's large hand was rubbing the entrance of her vagina, which was now in a confined space.
With soap and water filling both Eugene's hand and Jeanne's vagina, the sound was like a penis moving in and out of a lubricated vagina.
"It's more stimulating not to see it directly."
The posture Eugene chose to focus on washing Jeanne's vagina had an unexpected effect.
As Jeanne leaned against him, Eugene's mind was filled with erotic fantasies.
"Damn, that's enough!"
The situation was just about washing Jeanne, but it was enough to destroy Eugene's rationalization and make him feel guilty.
As his psychological defenses crumbled,
Swoosh...!
Eugene's penis became erect.
