[R18] Chapter 178.1: Nolan and Fischl

Nolan and Fischl headed to the meat and vegetable market to buy some ingredients before returning to his home on Val Berry Street.

"Oh? Is this where you live? It's quite nice," Fischl said, her legs wrapped in knee-high semi-sheer black stockings, standing relaxedly outside, surveying the two-story house that was beginning to blend into the night.

"Yes, if you ever want to go on an adventure with me, you can come over anytime. Or you could even stay here with me."

Nolan said to Fischl with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, foolish attendant, always pushing your luck!"

Fischl retorted, crossing her arms and tilting her pale chin upwards, displaying her usual haughty demeanor, signaling she didn't want to entertain his suggestion.

Nolan couldn't help but chuckle in amusement.

Entering the living room, Nolan lit the candles on the chandelier, and suddenly the light filled the entire space, making it appear bright.

"Dear Princess, what's your specialty dish? Would you like to help me prepare dinner?"

Nolan invited Fischl.

"Hmph hmph, so your plan is to taste the 'Die Heilige Sinfonie(Consecrated Symphony),' a dish only the Prinzessin of the Immernachtreich can master! Very well, since it's you, foolish attendant, I shall oblige," Fischl's emerald eyes sparkled with interest, indicating her eagerness to showcase her culinary skills.

Afterwards, the two of them went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Fischl's "Consecrated Symphony" was essentially a cold meat platter arranged with ham, bacon, sausages, and mint.

While not particularly difficult, presenting it beautifully required some effort.

Soon enough, their dinner was ready. Oz, not needing to eat, retreated to the Vision to rest, leaving the two to enjoy their meal undisturbed.

At the dining table, Nolan and Fischl sat next to each other.

"Be grateful, my attendant, for this 'Consecrated Symphony' was specially prepared for you by the Princess herself!"

Fischl proclaimed, crossing her arms under her chest, making her breasts, tightly wrapped in the patterned black silk, appear even more rounded.

Nolan picked up a slice of ham, placed it in his mouth, and found it cool, salty, and unexpectedly delicious.

Unfortunately, eating this cuisine did not have some sort of power boost like in the game.

After all, it was just regular ham and bacon; it couldn't become an extraordinary meal with special effects.

"How is it? Does the Princess's cooking taste good?" Fischl asked, a hint of anticipation on her pale face as she looked over at him.

Nolan closed his eyes in thought, then calmly shook his head, "It's a bit too sweet."

"Sweet?" Through the golden strands of hair falling over Fischl's forehead, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. "This Princess didn't add any sugar, how could it be sweet?"

"It really is a bit sweet. Why don't you try it yourself?" Nolan suggested, not seeming to joke, and used his chopsticks to offer her a slice of ham.

Fischl brushed the hair away from her white ear and uncertainly leaned forward to taste the ham.

As her soft lips touched the thin slice of ham and she sensed a hint of saltiness, the sensation suddenly vanished.

Just in her moment of doubt, Nolan, who had already leaned in close enough, pressed his own lips instead of the thin slice of ham.

Sure enough, it was sweet, he wasn't lying. Nolan thought slightly happily in her heart.

A blush spread across Fischl's face. She instinctively pressed against his shoulders, trying to push him away, but her arms felt relaxed and weak.

What started as an attempt to push Nolan away ended with her arms wrapping around his neck, appearing not very resistant.

This feeling isn't so bad... Fischl responded, a bit unused to it.

Seeing Fischl uncharacteristically not resisting, Nolan wrapped his right arm around her back, his left hand caressing her thigh, encased in knee-high black stockings.

The soft, smooth sensation traveled from his palm, reaching her rounded knee. His arm slipped beneath her knee, lifting her onto his lap.

Nolan felt that Fischl's body still had a bit of weight to it, not too much, and just the right amount to match her height as well as her shape.

After a few minutes passed, their lips parted.

"Hmph, foolish attendant, you tricked me again," Fischl murmured, slightly angry, pressing her lips together.

Nolan's hand stayed on her leg, sometimes kneading the white skin under her leather garter, sometimes stroking her rounded, evenly toned calf wrapped in black stockings.

"I didn't trick you. Maybe it's because the dear Princess cooked this meal herself, and I could taste your sweet affection in it," he defended himself.

".Mmm." Fischl had no words for this smooth-talking scoundrel.

"Um, do you want to stay over after dinner? The moon is out, and it's a bit inconvenient to go back now," Nolan suggested.

The soft blue moonlight streamed through the window, mingling with the bright lamp light, creating a subtle glow.

"I... I'm not... mmph..."

Fischl's face turned visibly red, realizing his intentions. But before she could finish her sentence, her lips were silenced once more.

Transparent physical tendrils brushed aside the strands of hair covering Fischl's black eyepatch and gently removed it.

Seeing her emerald eyes up close, he has just one thought - they were truly beautiful.

Fischl's pupils reflected confusion. How was he doing this? His left hand was on her leg, his right arm around her back... wait!

What is this stupid attendant trying to do!?

She felt his hand, which had been on her shoulder, slide down, brushing past her armpit and moving to her front.

Nolan reached out and cupped Fischl's breast.

Her breast was firm yet soft, the texture different than her skin, and his hand sank in slightly.

Fischl's face was a shade of crimson. She felt his hand squeezing her chest, causing her nipple to harden, and a strange sensation spread throughout her body.

Nolan began to move his hands, slowly caressing her breast.

As her nipple hardened, the stimulation it received intensified. Fischl's mouth opened slightly, the tip of her tongue touching her lower lip.

Nolan noticed her reaction and began to knead her breast, stimulating her more and more.

Fischl was breathing rapidly, her pale forehead glistening with sweat, her slender neck flushing red, her legs tightly rubbing against each other.

Seeing her reactions, Nolan grew a little impatient. He grabbed Fischl's thin waist and stood up.

"My attendant, what are you doing? Mmmph." Fischl was confused.

Nolan's hands, which had previously been on her chest, were now holding her thighs, supporting her on his waist, carrying her into the bedroom.

"What are you doing? Let me down," Fischl asked, a little nervous, as her eyes glanced over the large bed.

"Why? The dear Princess doesn't like this?"

"That's not what I meant, it's not appropriate."

Fischl didn't know what was going on, and was a little afraid, but she felt a little curious as well.

"Dear Princess, are you sure that's how you feel?" Nolan smiled at her.

His hands slipped inside her short dress, the tips of his fingers touching the soft fabric of her black stockings.

Fischl felt a chill run down her spine, and her nipples hardened.

"My attendant, you..."

"Shh, you're so noisy," Nolan silenced her by sticking his tongue inside her mouth.

With his hands, Nolan squeezed her supple breasts, causing a burst of pleasure. Fischl was a bit dazed.

Nolan put her down, laying her on the bed, her black dress sliding up and exposing her slender legs.

He climbed over her and continued his attack on her lips, his right hand sliding down and pulling her dress up.

His left hand slipped under her dress and pulled the black silk panties to the side, gently pressing down on her lower body.

"My attendant, what are you doing?! This Princess has never-" Fischl tried to speak, but her words were cut off by his kisses.

"I know, I can see you're trembling."

Fischl was surprised.

She felt Nolan's fingers move slowly, stroking her, causing her to let out a sweet moan.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Her body trembled, and her back arched slightly.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Princess?"

Nolan's fingers rubbed faster and faster, bringing her intense pleasure.

"You're a little wet, Princess. Does the thought of your attendant make you so excited?"

Fischl was in a daze, her mind a complete mess, her body unable to resist.

She felt Nolan's lips press against hers, his tongue penetrating her mouth, his hands caressing her.

She moaned sweetly, her voice muffled, her body trembling, her toes curling.

After a few seconds, her body twitched violently.

"Princess, you're so cute."

Nolan said, and moved his head down to her chest, sucking on her left nipple.

Fischl couldn't stop him. Her body was completely relaxed, her chest rising and falling with her labored breaths.

"It's time, Princess," Nolan said, taking off his clothes, and then pulling down Fischl's panties, exposing her delicate pink folds.

Fischl was confused. She knew this was the end.

She felt the tip of his thing brush against her.

"Relax, Princess, and enjoy."

Nolan's thing entered Fischl's tight and virginal opening.

"Ahhh!" Fischl cried out, her delicate body trembling, her legs instinctively kicking.

"Ahhhhh!"

She could feel Nolan's thing inside her, stretching her, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

Her toes curled, her knees bent, and she let out a soft moan.

"It's so tight, Princess. Are you afraid?"

Nolan moved his hips, his thing slowly sliding in and out, making Fischl gasp with each thrust.

"You're so sexy, Princess."

Fischl could barely form a coherent sentence, her body shuddering with pleasure.

"Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?"

"No... I'm... fine."

"Don't lie to me, Princess. You're so tight."

Nolan increased the speed of his thrusts, making Fischl's moans grow louder.

Her body twisted and arched, her chest rising and falling.

She couldn't help but moan sweetly.

"Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, it feels so good!"

Fischl couldn't control herself. The pleasure was so intense that her eyes rolled back into her head.

She couldn't speak, couldn't move. Her body was filled with intense pleasure.

She could only let out sweet moans.

Nolan's hips moved faster and faster, and he could feel his climax approaching.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Princess. Is that okay?"

"Mmm."

"Say it, Princess."

"Yes, yes, please!"

"I'm going to cum inside you."

Nolan groaned as he came, filling Fischl with his warm seed.

Fischl was in heaven. Her body was filled with pleasure, and her mind was completely blank.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell unconscious.

"Thank you, Princess, for letting me make love to you," Nolan said, his thing slipping out of Fischl's hole, followed by a trickle of semen.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you want, we can do this again," he continued, gently kissing her lips.

Afterwards, the two of them fell asleep, exhausted, but satisfied.

To be continued some another time...