Helme charges at me with her face pointing upwards, using a speed similar to that of a jet airplane.
*boom* *vroom*
A sonic booming thunders across the sky. Helme accelerates as if raising her gear by one or two stages. At the same time, steam is being emitted in all directions from her liquefied lower body half. The swirls of that steam rotate spirally. After taking on the shape of gears, they eventually transform into a vapor trail, raining down as a drizzle.
That display of gears, steam, and rain reminds me of steampunk.
The rain falling beneath Helme is also amazing. It only covers a small range, but it has the level of a squall as they e down in tropical areas. No wonder for a kin of the water goddess, an incarnation of water. It’s a divine act making me fully understand why everyone is worshiping her.
Helme-chan, who seems to cause people to revere her like that,…looks somewhat sad.
I don’t think it’s a response to Helme’s expression, but Divine beast Rollodeen reacts while gliding through the air.
“Puyuyu～”
“Nunu, we’re lurching to one side!”
The people on Rollodeen’s back kick up a fuss. My partner has slowly shifted into a circular flight. Following that, she extends tentacles from her chest. The pads on the back of those tentacles are slightly swollen. I guess you could describe them as having taken the shape of steamed buns?
She’s going to tease Helme using her tentacles…no, maybe she plans to hug her. She sends the tentacles forth towards Helme who’s rushing towards us. It might be Rollo’s own way of weling her.
“Nyaooo～”
Maybe Rollo is yelling, 『I missed nya!～』
As soon as Helme hears Rollo’s meow, she stops her flight through sheets of water spray instead of brakes. She stares at us. Her face is beaming with joy. But then it changes into one of pain, as if she’s about to cry.
Helme whirls around while creating a beautiful rainbow beneath her liquefied lower body half. Is she going to dance with Rollo’s tentacles?
Or so I thought, but for a change she doesn’t allow the tentacles approaching her to touch her. Helme dances as if having identified the sky as a skating rink. She continues to magnificently evade my partner’s tentacles with graceful movements, looking as if she obtained wings of water.
That’s a water spirit of everlasting darkness for you. Her motions go way beyond those of the beautiful and gorgeous Kisara.
But, she’s got a frantic expression.
“I’ll get off first――” After informing everyone, I remove Rollo’s rein tentacle from my neck.
Using my partner’s head as a stepping stone, I jump into the air, just to naturally activate beneath my feet.
I dash through the sky while kicking off the mana hand scaffolds, closing in on Helme.
Helme is sobbing. Her characteristic, long eyelashes are drooping. An expression that’s very untypical for a spirit, depicting a certain level of helplessness, overflows from her.
I kinda doubt that it’s ing from her being tired…
As too many tears fill her eyes too suddenly, both her eyes swell and bee bloodshot. …Her expression exhibits a feeling I know well. It clearly tells me: You made me feel lonely.
But you know, I felt terribly lonely too!
A watery fog fills my visual field…tears are welling up in my eyes, and naturally start to stream down my face.
“――Helme, I’m back!”
While shouting desperately, I spread my arms, telling her to e to me. Seeing my gesture, Helme’s face fills with delight even as she sheds tears.
And then she shouts back, “――Yes!”, and leaps into my chest, leaving a sonic boom in her wake.
I receive such a violent impact that it’d have blown away any normal human. But, I don’t give a damn…
As I hug her, she relaxes her stiff body in my hands. I can immediately tell how strength leaves her shoulders as I tighten my embrace. Almost as if to match my gentle actions, Helme releases sheets of water spray from a part of her body.
She continues whispering, “Your Excellency,” “Your Excellency.” She presses her faces into my chest, stronger and stronger. Each time she pushes, I can feel how her tears wet my clothes.
…Helme.
Her warmth penetrates my chest and heart.
You’re a spirit of water and darkness, but…at the same time you’re a special spirit full of warm love for me…
Even while experiencing such earnest feelings welling up in me…I still stay true to myself. In short, I focus my attention on her big boobs…while gently hugging her frail body. I softly caress her plump tits with my finger heading for the tip. Of course I don’t forget to check her button-like nipple.
I draw a fine circle with the underside of a finger while adding mana waves into my new pinching technique. I perform 『Finishing Boob Move: Twin Hill Avalanche』, one of the divine boob finishing moves which evolved into the 160 finisher techniques.
I enjoy the Guatemala, err, glamorous sensation in both my hands.
It’s not just Helme’s two boobs either…her pretty skin color reminds me of Lake Atitlán.
“Your Excellency…ahnn…”
Her boobs are as big as usual…just as her waist is as tight as usual. I feel sorry for Kisara, but I bury my face in Helme’s melons. And then I look up to her joyful face in-between her tits.
“…Was my mana directly transmitted to you through my fingers?”
“――Haauuun, Your Excellencyyyy.”
Sheets of water spray with pale colors gush out from Helme’s entire body.
“This godly knowledge of the Boob Research Society is irresistible, isn’t it?”
Helme is entranced and raptured. A vibrant gloss spreads across her leafy skin, contrasting the blue and bluish black hues. The leaves tremble and flutter, repeatedly waving.
Helme and I revolve in the sky while hugging each other. Her way of scattering water spray into the vicinity might look as though we’re clad in a water dress.
“――Shu-Shuuya-sama!” Kisara cries out enviously.
I can sense a deep fury from her blue eyes. She’s pletely lost the posed way of talking and relaxed attitude she’s exhibited so far.
She strengthens her hold of the witch spear while grinding her teeth. The filaments transform into ominous shapes with crimson skull patterns appearing on the spear blade’s edge.
Thereupon…for some weird reason…Kisara sits down while grasping her knees. If it’s her way of squatting, I could understand it to some extent, though. But why sitting down like that…in the air?
Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway. The garter belt peeking out from the slightly short skirt of her nun garb…
Heeey, what about the delta zone…!?
Moreover, for her to unexpectedly create knee boobs…
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