Milkers in the Dungeon Chapter 24 (Patreon)

I think I understand what it felt like to be a poor bastard strapped with a bomb and told to hold still as I was sat down on an extra land mine. Because right now, Alfia was a whole rucksack filled with active land mines that was tossed into my lap.

And all these fucker's who were passing by us. Were just throwing looks of envy and appreciation at me!

I didn't want your appreciation! I didn't want to be turned into a puddle of bloody mist!

And that horrible tension continued... For fucking two more hours until I saw my savior! A group of two beautiful women wearing the badges that depicted a bust of Hera's face made their way over.

My face twisted into despair as the two paused a good way away from me. As Alfia, who was breathing heavily as she had at this point fallen into a deep sleep.

With my side that wasn't holding up Alfia's head on my shoulder I waved them over with a pleading look.

The two women, one a cat beastkin and the other an elf shared a look. Before they looked to me and shook their heads with a solemn expression before they placed their hands over their heart and bowed to me.

The uniform send-off, and symbol of respect given at the graves of fellow adventurers and found dead adventurers in the dungeon.

'You fucking traitors! I am not dead yet! Saaaveeee meeee!' I mentally cried out as the two literally sat across from me at another bench. And to add insult to injury took out a whole platter of snacks and a jug of wine from a bag the cat beastkin was carrying.

No aid was availed to me... Even as the sun rose further and we covered in deep shade as this bench had a roof over it. If anything, without the semi-direct sunlight, Alfia just fell into a deeper sleep with her getting 'real' comfy.

And by real comfy, the wicked witch decided that she was uncomfortable sleeping upright and using my arm as a hug pillow that was squished between her large breasts, she just leaned her entire upper body against me.

But, while it was certainly 'nice' seeing so much of Alfia's tits with how her deep hold pulled down her already low-cut dress's top. I could feel the steel in her grip, the insane superhuman strength that she could bring to bear, and wasn't only because she was just that comfortable that she wasn't using it.

Time continued to pass by, my suffering was only exacerbated by another small Hera Familia group that came by... And seeing my pitiful expression they quickly left but swiftly returned!

But they returned not with a stretcher or something to carry their now lightly snoring familia member. But instead with a drink cup with a straw and a luxurious sandwich filled with several toppings and probably cost more then I made in a dungeon in a day killing Minotaurs.

The two with the goods silently approached, and I said quietly. "Please... Take her away, I got to go home to my own Familia."

One of the women silenced me with a finger to my lips before I could say more as the other carefully put the sandwhich on my side as well.

That woman who put a finger to my lips leaned in to speak. And at that moment, hearing those words I was about to just say fuck it and see if I could outrun a wall of sound.

"You have been adopted. Do not resist." 

'What the hell does that even mean!? I can't be adopted by the Hera familia? I am not a woman, and my perverted ass skilll would make Hera yeet me through a damned wall!' I mentally cried out.

But that whisper was enough as Alfia's deep, relaxed breathing abruptly stopped and I felt her lock up with her going still before she sat up with a heavy pressure filling the air.

The two women in front, and the other two who had been watching my suffering with so much joy for the last hour instantly leapt aside and began sprinting in different directions as Alfia spoke out.

"Noisy... Lugio." She finished with a whisper and I could see a wave of compressed sound that looked like a greenish haze in the air shoot out at incredible speed before slamming into the woman who had leaned over to talk to me and she suddenly wasn't there anyway.

She was blasted at high speed into the air and across the various low market buildings of Orario and was in the blink of an eye. Out of sight.

'She didn't just die, did she?' I thought with my stomach dropping at the casual violence.

I, a humble, simple level 1 adventurer was being used as in public as a snuggle pillow by the one adventurer who was noted as being as talented as the Inari and Amaterasu Familia's own Renards. I didn't want to be silenced by Alifa who could be feeling embarrassed!

Alfia lazily looked towards me, and as my gaze met her heterochromatic steel-grey and vibrant green eyes. I could tell she was lost in thought for a moment before she yawned and did a micro stretch in shifting her body a bit without throwing her arms up or anything.

"That... Was the best sleep of my life. I didn't need to hear the heartbeats of hundreds of others near me. I didn't have to hear their magic roiling and shifting as Hera updated their falna's." Alfia said more to herself then anything.

Then she reached into a hidden side pocket in her dress and pulled out five solid mythril coins that she pushed into my own hand before she stood up while fixing her dress.

"What is your name?" She finally asked as she turned back to me with an even cooler expression as her eyes went back to their typically closed state.

"Jake Bariss." I said as I also stood up.

And after a moment, Alfia slowly nodded and said with a light tsk. "It's a pity you are male. Even if that annoying goddess is a meddlesome fool. I can't force her to induct you into her Familia. I will find you later if I need another nap then." 

Alfia then, with elegant steps, just strode away leaving me alone. And I wondered what to do now, before I just shrugged and grabbed my sandwich and drink. I had a feeling that Fillia was going to going crazy wondering I was when I said I was just going for a walk and getting some breakfast.