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(Walson)

In a haze, when I regained consciousness once again, I found myself no longer lying on the chair. Instead, my body was wrapped in a quilt and placed in a small room.

Though I had regained consciousness, the things I saw were blurry, and my body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Even moving a little was extremely difficult.

There were several negative statuses stacked up on the status bar, such as [Dizziness], [Nausea], [High Fever], [Slowness], no way, is my condition really that bad?

Sweat soaked my back, and my head seemed to be filled with something incredibly heavy. It was hot, but my limbs were trembling from the cold.

I feel terrible... Did I fall ill?

In the past, I could always solve this with a glass of milk. Could my immune system become weakened overtime?

"——, ——, ——?"

"——."

I noticed Grace and Melon whispering by the door, but my ears felt muffled, and I couldn't hear them clearly.

"Grace?" I spoke, my voice much weaker than I had imagined.

"...Walson," Grace noticed my movement and came over to my side, and now I could hear her voice.

"I...," I tried to say something.

They must have fought with the female hero's team. I wonder if they got injured?

"...Shut up, you idiot," Grace interrupted me before I could say anything and scolded me.

She beckoned Melon over, and finally, the two girls sat at the edge of the bed.

"Master, why didn't you say you were sick?" After a few seconds of silence, Melon spoke up.

"...Stubborn," Grace added.

Well, it's not that I didn't want to say it, but I didn't expect it to be this serious.

Though I wanted to tell them that, I couldn't bring myself to say it when I saw the slightly angry expressions on their faces.

If it were just Grace, it would be fine, but this time, even Melon was angry.

"I'm sorry... Ugh," I tried to apologize, but before I could finish, Grace flicked my forehead.

"...This is the second time. If it happens again, I won't pay attention to you," before I could feel the pain, Grace's slender and delicate fingers brushed over my forehead.

Looking into Grace's eyes, her purple pupils were like a bright moon, and her gentle gaze seemed as if it could drip like water.

Out of nowhere, my heart seemed to skip a beat, damn it, why did I suddenly just notice how beautiful Grace's eyes are!?

I don't think I've ever looked so closely at people's eyes around me (especially Grace's, considering her race). Now that I've calmed down, I've realized that it's not just Grace; Melon is the same.

Have they always been looking at me with these kinds of expressions?

"...How do you feel?" Grace said softly.

"I'm fine."

"...Tell the truth."

"Um... It's hot, my body is cold, and my ears feel stuffy." Remembering Grace's warning earlier, I decided to honestly describe my physical condition.

"...Then rest well," Grace patted my head, turned around, and whispered something to Melon.

Melon nodded in agreement, and Grace looked satisfied. After a few seconds, petals scattered, and Grace disappeared, leaving only me and Melon in the room.

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"Melon... Aren't you afraid of getting infected by me?"

"Master, the body of a [Fighter] is quite robust, you know," Melon said, "Besides, Miss Grace has gone to the nearby village to see if she can buy some milk."

On the soft, large bed, Melon knelt at the head of the bed, allowing me to rest my head between her legs, lying on my side. I could see Melon holding several differently shaped sticks in her hand.

I remember making these when I was bored before, but I wasn't satisfied with them in the end, so I stopped using them. I didn't expect Melon to keep them.

"Well then, Master, please don't move around randomly," Melon softly instructed, picking up an ear-pick.

Ah, Melon is giving me a knee pillow, and the last time was a long time ago...

"...Will my head feel heavy?"

"Huh? It won't... In fact, Master, don't you find my thigh quite firm? Muscles and all...?"

"Ha... Not at all, It has just the right amount of elasticity. Look, my fingers sink right in." I lightly poked Melon's thigh, which made her body squirm.

"Master, if you're sick, please don't play around," Melon's cheeks flushed, and she wore a stern expression.

I squinted my eyes, giggled, and nestled my head on Melon's leg, feeling content.

Seeing this, Melon gently stroked my hair, and with a slight movement of her hand, a cool sensation reached my earlobes... I couldn't help but tense up.

It had been a long time since someone cleaned my ears.

Taking into account my past life, it had been nearly forty years since I had done this...

"Master, don't be nervous. While my ears are different from yours, I've been cleaning Miss Grace's ears for five years, and she finds it very comfortable," Melon explained when she noticed my reaction.

"Huh?" I didn't even know about this kind of perk?

When did it happen? Was it during their private moments with Grace?

"So, Master, you can rest assured... I will do my best to serve you."

"But... Is it okay to do it when it's so dark in here?"

"I'm a Lizardkin, Master." Melon slightly smiled at my question and continued.

It was strange, but when she inserted the long stick into my ear canal, I, who had been very nervous, suddenly relaxed.

Especially when I felt something being removed from my ear canal, the sense of fullness disappeared, and Melon's gentle breath became clear.

The ears are one of the most delicate parts of the body, and as I entrusted everything to Melon with complete trust, feeling her gentle scraping and soothing sensation, even a bit of chill, it felt like being in paradise despite my discomfort.

"Huh? Mm..." I had almost lost the ability to speak and could only emit some embarrassing moans.

She changed to another tool, perhaps a cotton swab or something similar?

After inserting it from a certain angle, I suddenly shuddered.

"Does this feel good?" Melon continued her gentle, stirring motion... I couldn't help but feel like Melon was really enjoying this.

In the past few days, her serious demeanor and single-minded focus on training had disappeared, because of that, I feel like I can relax myself for a bit.

"Haa... Mmm... Ah..."

"Well then, I'll continue." With that, Melon resumed her attack at the same spot.

"N-No... Ugh... It's enough..."

Stop, stop it already! The role of an S doesn't suit you, Melon...

After being treated like this on both sides, I fell comfortably asleep amidst her playful service. And that's the end of the story.