The NPC sets out to defeat the demon king-Chapter 22

Cecilia stood there, huffing and puffing, clearly trying to show just how pissed off she was.

"Uh, Cecilia, I think you're misunderstanding something," the goddess said with a wry smile. "W-We... That's right. We're not having sex!"

"What do you mean you're not having sex?!" Cecilia snapped. "You two are clearly over there, smooching each other senseless! I've been hearing you two for a while now! Even back then in the cave!"

Both the goddess and Sirius looked at each other.

Then turned to look at Cecilia again.

So... they had already been found out? Even way back in the cave?

Wait—more importantly, did she just say she wanted to join?

"If you two are going to warm yourselves up at night while I'm over there shivering in the cold, then I might as well just join the both of you. I hope I'm not breaking anything here, but Goddess, you did say you weren't in a relationship with him, right? So I'm coming in!"

Cecilia tried to squeeze herself into the sleeping bag with them, but it was just too cramped in there.

Getting frustrated, she snapped.

"Get out. Both of you!"

She stomped her foot, pouting with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Sirius really felt like he'd been caught in an extremely awkward situation.

"You two are being very selfish right now," Cecilia said sharply. "So if that's how you're gonna act, then I'm going to be selfish too."

Reluctantly, Sirius and the goddess climbed out of the sleeping bag—though not without adjusting their clothes first, of course.

Even so, despite fixing their clothes—Sirius shoving his junk back into his pants and the goddess getting her lower half properly dressed again—there were still creases and messes that Cecilia definitely noticed.

"You two. On your knees. Now."

"Right!"

They dropped down immediately like two kids getting scolded by their mother for doing something incredibly inappropriate.

"I'm starting to think that you two don't like me at all," Cecilia said, her voice softer now, but filled with emotion. "Like I was just forcing myself onto you both and you had no choice but to deal with it. If that's the case, just say so... I can just leave, you know?"

She looked like she was about to cry.

Now, both Sirius and the goddess felt genuinely bad.

They hadn't realized what they were doing at night was causing Cecilia so much discomfort. It hadn't been their intention at all.

"Um... Cecilia?" Sirius started, awkwardly. "We don't think you're a burden or anything. It's just... well, the goddess gets really horny at night. Apparently, if she doesn't get a daily dose of semen, she can't contain her holy power."

"Huh?!"

The goddess looked at Sirius like he'd completely lost his mind.

"Just roll with it," Sirius whispered quickly. "Otherwise, Cecilia's going to think we don't need her."

"Why the hell am I the one who's horny? What about you?"

"You're the one who slipped into my sleeping bag first, remember? You've gotta take the fall."

"Why do I have to take the fall? We're both at fault here! You deserve some blame too!"

"What are you two whispering about now?" Cecilia said, narrowing her eyes.

"Uh, nothing," the goddess replied with an awkward smile. "Sirius may have twisted the truth a bit, but actually—he's the one who's constantly horny for me. I just didn't want him jumping on any random girl he sees, so I took it upon myself to be the one to relieve him."

"Now you're making it sound like I'm the only one who's in the wrong here," Sirius sighed.

"Isn't it not?"

"It's not."

The exchange was short, but even that felt exhausting.

This whole argument was beginning to drag out like a frayed rope pulled too tight.

The tension was wearing Cecilia down, and finally, she snapped.

"Stop fighting, both of you," she said sharply, voice trembling slightly despite the firm tone. "I don't think the three of us are going to make anything good out of this if it keeps going like this... And if I'm really such a burden, then fine—I'll leave the party."

Her words hung in the cold air like frost, the firelight flickering across her face as she crossed her arms tightly under her chest, almost as if shielding herself from more than just the cold.

"You're not a burden to me," Sirius said immediately, his voice firm but a little hesitant, as if unsure if the words would be enough. "Not at all... At least, that's what I truly believe. I mean... you're important. We actually need you in this party. Without you, I don't think the Goddess and I would get anywhere."

He paused, glancing at the Goddess briefly, then back at Cecilia.

Sirius genuinely believed that if it were just him and the Goddess left in the party, there was absolutely no way they'd make any progress. They'd probably just end up checking into inns every chance they got and keep doing what they always did.

It wasn't exactly something he was proud of. Sure, he liked to think he had self-control. He believed he had discipline. But when it came to the Goddess?

If she even slid a little closer to him during the night, he swore, his cock would grow a damn brain and start making decisions on its own.

And judging by how things had gone so far, that wasn't a joke anymore. That was a real, terrifying possibility.

Cecilia blinked, her lips parting as if to say something.

"...If that's really how you feel," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her expression softened—just slightly.

The defensiveness faded bit by bit.

And although the corners of her eyes were still glassy with unshed tears, there was a flicker of something else in them now.

A faint blush colored her cheeks.

"...Then... can I join the both of you?"

***

The three of them—Sirius, Cecilia, and the Goddess—were now lying on the ground, a thick cloth beneath their bodies acting as a makeshift bed.

The fire crackled beside them, its orange glow illuminating the shadows and casting dancing silhouettes over their skin.

At first, they had gathered close to share the warmth.

But in reality, they didn't need it anymore.

Because the Goddess and Cecilia were pressed against Sirius on either side.

The both of them were soft, warm, and overwhelmingly close.

Cecilia looked up at him, her cheeks glowing red, a soft breath escaping her lips as her chest rose and fell slowly.

Her large, supple breasts were mashed against his side, the softness unmistakable through the thin fabric.

He swallowed hard, throat dry, heart hammering.

She had to be doing this on purpose.

There was no way this kind of pressure was accidental.

She was teasing him. Weaponizing her curves without even saying a word.

And oh my goddess, was it working.

His hand, somehow, had ended up between her legs.

Just resting there, doing nothing.

Not moving.

But the sensation—the heat, the tension—it was electric.

It felt incredibly lewd.

The Goddess, on his other side, was also gazing up at him, her expression unreadable at first.

Her eyes were wide and bright, but every few seconds she'd avert her gaze as if flustered—only to steal a glance at him again.

She was pretending to be composed, but she was just as awkward as him.

His other hand was resting gently between her thighs too.

Not touching anything explicit. Not moving at all.

But still—his palms were full of tension and heat, just from where they lay.

This is awkward...

The thought echoed in Sirius's mind like a bell.

It was awkward as hell. Painfully so.

But all three of them had consented to this. There was no going back now. No reason to run.

With a slow, shaky breath, he swallowed his nerves.

His heart thudded in his chest like a war drum.

"A-Alright then..."

His voice came out lower than he expected.

And then—he moved.

Both hands lifted from their previous resting places and rose carefully...

Until they landed—firmly—on their breasts.

"Hnnn~..."

"Ahh..."

The Goddess let out a soft, breathy moan, her body twitching slightly as she felt the contact.

It was clear she welcomed the touch, felt the pleasure surge through her like a shiver.

Cecilia, on the other hand, gasped sharply.

Her back arched ever so slightly.

It wasn't pain—it was the ticklish shock of it.

The surprise.

The sudden, intimate contact sent a wave of embarrassment across her face, turning her cheeks a deeper red.

But neither of them pulled away.

Sirius kept going, hands slowly kneading the soft, pliant flesh of their mounds.

One breast in each hand.

Two women, pressed into him, breathing softly, skin warm.

He couldn't help it.

He began to compare.

There was no way he couldn't.

It was instinctual.

If you had two beautiful women in your arms, letting you touch them freely, there was no way not to notice the differences.

And Sirius did notice.

The distinct contrast between the feel of the Goddess's chest and Cecilia's.

The warmth, the softness, the weight...

It was enough to make his head spin.

And in that moment, he realized—

There really was a difference between the two of them.

He had seen it with his own eyes more than once by now, and yet, every time it still left a deep impression.

The difference between them—between hers and the Goddess's—was undeniable.

Cecilia's breasts were just... massive.

They were far larger than the Goddess's, almost comically so.

Each time his hand touched them, it would instantly sink deep into the pillowy softness, swallowed up like it was being devoured by her abundant flesh.

The warm, supple curves enveloped his fingers as if her breasts had a mind of their own, like they were desperate to drown him in their softness.

It was like pressing into two luxurious clouds that spilled out between his grasp.

The weight. The heat. The sheer bounce of them. They weren't just big. They were monstrous in the most mesmerizing way possible.

"A-Ahhh... S-Sirius, that tickles a little bit..." Cecilia breathed out, her voice trembling slightly, mixing a hint of embarrassment with something more intimate.

In contrast, the Goddess's breasts felt like they belonged to a divine sculpture brought to life.

They were rounder.

Firmer.

Perfectly shaped as if they were crafted by the hands of the heavens.

While they were still massive in their own right, there was a resilience in how they pushed back against his hands—a tautness, a spring, a firmness that made them feel like they defied gravity.

Each squeeze felt purposeful, and the resistance only made them feel that much more perfect.

"S-Sirius... are you comparing them?" the Goddess asked, her voice laced with suspicion, as her sharp gaze caught the subtle shift in his eyes and fingers.

"Uh... no..."

"You are! You're totally comparing how our breasts feel!"

"Well, I mean—can you really blame me?! Look at what I'm dealing with here! I've got two sets of gorgeous tits pressing against me from both sides! You can't expect a man to not compare them! I'm only human!"

To him, it was like standing before a lavish banquet that was overflowing with flavor and temptation.

A man couldn't just ignore such a feast.

It was practically encoded into his bloodline.

The moment the food hit the table, a man would want to taste everything. Explore. Test. Understand what each dish had to offer.

This wasn't just curiosity. It was instinct. And instinct was natural.

"So who's the winner between us, Sirius?" Cecilia purred, pressing her enormous breasts more firmly into his side, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Since mine are bigger, I bet you like them more, right? I mean—when it comes to boobs, there's no way I'd lose to Lady Goddess!"

She wasn't wrong.

Cecilia's chest was a pair of unstoppable, eye-catching weapons of mass distraction.

They had a presence. A weight.

A bounce that could hypnotize any sane man.

Her figure alone could dominate the attention of every room she walked into.

Sirius had to admit—Cecilia's breasts were incredible.

But... if he had to choose... then the Goddess would have to take the win on this one.

He didn't really consider himself a breast expert or anything, but he did prefer them on the larger side.

Cecilia's soft, overflowing tits were absolutely to his taste—but the Goddess's firm, high-riding pair, so perfectly round and responsive, simply felt too perfect to ignore.

And that subtle detail was what sealed it for him.

The moment that thought passed through his mind, the Goddess noticed it.

She didn't even need to hear him say it—his expression gave everything away.

And with that, a smug little smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"H-Hey! What's with that look?!" Cecilia shouted, her face burning red. "Don't tell me I lost to the Goddess?! But mine are way bigger than hers! And back in my village, the men couldn't stop staring whenever I practiced swordplay! They said the bounce was insane! Even my grandfather once told me that I was blessed with such... assets and that I should use them to sedu—well, to win over a guy I liked! So why the hell did I lose?!"

"I think Sirius loves me more than he even realizes," the Goddess said softly, a warm glow lighting her face as she glanced up at him, her confidence radiating.

"Then...!" Cecilia exclaimed, her body suddenly shifting with sudden urgency.

Before Sirius could react, she dropped lower, sliding herself down with purpose—and reached straight for his pants.

"W-Wait! Cecilia, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm going to prove why I deserve to win this!" she declared with fiery resolve. "So if you don't mind, Sirius... I don't think your pants are needed anymore!"

He scrambled to stop her, reaching out—but it was already too late.

With a sharp tug, Cecilia yanked his pants down in one quick motion.

And the moment she did, his cock—already painfully hard from all the breast teasing, not to mention the earlier thigh rub from the Goddess—sprang out like a beast finally freed from its cage.

Thwack!

The sudden release caused it to bounce up forcefully, pointing straight at her, veins bulging with tension.

"Eeeeeek!"

Cecilia froze.

Her eyes widened like saucers as her face went bright red.

"W-Wha...?! It's so... big!"