There's No Way the Hot Girls Would Fall for an Ordinary 'Healer NPC' Like Me! ~About How I'm Just Treating the Beat-Up Heroines, But For Some Reason Their Reactions Are Getting Really Weird~ - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Q-Queen!?

“Alicia, could you step out for a bit?”

“Huh…? Mother…?”

“Come on, please?”

“…Okay…”

Oh no, I’m screwed!

What kind of talk needs the two of us alone?

Alicia looked like she didn’t really get it, but she still took the maids and left the room. Meanwhile, Mireille kept staring straight at me the whole time.

I get it.

This is that.

She’s gonna kill me where no one can see.

Aaaaaah.

What do I do?

I’m so scared my drool won’t stop.

“Hehe, Leon, are you already in the mood?”

No!

I’m not ready to die yet!

“P-p-please, at least spare my life—”

“Will you suck on my breasts?”

“I’ll do anything, so please… ……Huh?”

Huh?

Huuuuuuuh!?

What what what what!?

Suck on her breasts…?

What does that even mean?

While I was still trying to process Mireille’s words, she started taking her clothes off. I thought her breasts would sag under gravity, but instead they drew a beautiful curve and pointed nicely upward.

So this is what perfect huge breasts look like…

“Leon, come closer ♡”

“Q-Queen, w-what is this exactly—”

“…It hurts.”

“Huh?”

“My breasts still hurt a little… ♡”

Ah, everything clicked into place.

I thought the poison had completely left her lungs, but a little must still be lingering in her breasts. That makes sense—her lungs and breasts are really close. Nothing weird about it.

It’s probably messing with the oxygen flow in her body and affecting her nipples too. So she wants me to suck it out.

“…Understood.”

At this point I have no choice but to do it.

There’s a patient right in front of me. I can’t just abandon her.

This body of mine has never gotten sick, strangely enough.

That means even if I suck the poison out of Mireille’s breasts, I should be fine… right?

No, even if I’m not, I still have a duty to save her.

That’s what an NPC does.

In the game, every NPC has their role.

Mine is to heal anyone who asks for help.

I can’t abandon that.

Besides, if Mireille died, I’d be sad.

We did so many things together in the game, after all.

Even if we don’t know each other well right now, I still remember.

All those memories of doing this and that with those breasts.

Wait… no, that’s not the point!

That just makes me sound like a total pervert!

Think of some other memory, quick!

Right, there was this one winter day—

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

“S-sorry!”

What am I doing, spacing out in my own little world!

This is just making Mireille feel even more embarrassed while she’s forcing herself to bare her breasts.

“…Gulp.”

“…………♡”

“I’m going to start sucking now.”

I climbed onto the bed and slowly scooted closer to Mireille.

Then I used both hands to steady one breast and brought my mouth close.

“…Ah… nnh… ♡”

Mireille let out a tiny breath.

But if I stop now, she’ll be in danger.

The poison spreading through her whole body is only a matter of time.

So I took her nipple into my mouth—

and sucked hard.

“…Hic… nnh… ahn… ♡”

A sensation a little different from milk spread through my mouth.

So this is what the poison tastes like.

Almost no flavor or smell.

That’s probably why Mireille never noticed it herself.

I adjusted the position with my tongue and fine-tuned the strength of my suction.

It’s not just about sucking.

Steady pressure, slowly.

Like drawing out whatever’s built up inside.

“…Nnh… ♡”

Mireille’s body gave a small shiver.

But I can’t let her reactions distract me.

This is medical treatment.

I can’t have dirty thoughts.

I focused my mind completely on the sensation.

The slight discomfort I felt when I sucked.

That faint catching feeling still left behind.

Proof that the poison hadn’t come out completely yet.

Then I just have to keep going.

I pulled my mouth away once, caught my breath, and went back to the same spot.

This time I changed the depth a little.

I took more of her whole breast into my mouth so I could reach deeper than before.

“…!”

Mireille’s fingers grabbed the sheets tight.

Her reaction got stronger.

Which means—

…I can do this.

I cut out every useless movement and only sucked exactly as much as needed.

After several times, then a dozen—

“…Ha… ahh…”

Mireille’s breathing started to settle.

The tiny irregularities from before had almost completely disappeared.

Looks like the poison is all sucked out.

I slowly pulled my mouth away and did one final check.

Breasts: no abnormalities except for their size (?). They’re kinda shiny, but I guess that’s fine.

“…I’m done.”

“Haa… haa…”

Mireille’s eyes look dazed, but I’m sure it’s just relief now that the poison is gone from her breasts.

I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.

We can all breathe easy now.

Still, I learned a couple things from this.

One: it really looks like status conditions don’t affect me.

I sucked in that much poison through her nipples and my body feels totally normal.

Two: sucking on breasts is seriously tiring.

It doesn’t come out easily, so I have to keep up the pressure, and my mouth muscles almost cramped.

Well, this kind of situation probably won’t happen again.

“…Leon.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“That was amazing…”

“(The poison really) was amazing, huh…”

“Yes, so…”

Poor Mireille.

I can’t even imagine how much she was suffering.

While I was thinking that, Mireille’s next words dropped me straight into the pit of despair.

“…Come to my room again tonight, okay? ♡”