The hero got out of bed when Hernán didn't return. Maybe he was taking a cold bath to ease his headache and fever.
That reasoning seemed plausible—he had mentioned the symptoms earlier—but something else kept nagging at her.
Was I too harsh with him?
Thinking back, Hernán had always been patient.
He smiled through the dangers of court politics, endured the deadly games between royal siblings, and quietly accepted libido-suppressing magic before their journey even began. During the adventure, he followed most of her decisions, even when they weren't easy. And here, trapped in this mysterious place, he had remained surprisingly composed.
Maybe he didn't want any of this, but he was willing to bear it.
"Hernán?"
She stepped into the living room, calling his name. Silence.
Maybe he really is in the bathroom... she thought. That would mean he's naked right now.
The warrior bit her lip, debating. She had been considering offering oral sex to him tonight. She had refused yesterday, but maybe it would go differently this time.
She reached the bathroom—but it was empty.
"No way..."
Her gaze shifted to the Demon King's room.
Had Hernán gone there, unable to handle the pressure from his headache and rising libido?
An uneasy mix of displeasure and anxiety coiled in her chest.
The Demon King had confessed to ejaculating him several times during treatment. If it happened again... maybe even more this time.
Though she was kept alive as an expert in sexual magic, Karine had never liked the idea of Hernán being treated that way. Even if it was necessary to prevent his condition from spiraling.
Just as Karine gripped the doorknob of the Demon King's room—
Splash.
A soft sound of running water reached her ears. The bathroom?
She turned with renewed hope and gently opened the door. It creaked.
The sink was overflowing, water pooling at her feet.
Was that the sound I heard?
She stepped inside with a wet slosh, the water cold against her feet. Oddly, every time she moved, it seemed like something else stirred nearby. A muffled echo.
"Who left this running?"
She shut off the faucet and looked toward the toilet stalls.
One of the stall doors was shut.
"L? Is that you, Hernán?"
A pause. Silence. Then—
"P-Potty."
"Still in there? Is your stomach bothering you again?"
Potty, the timid mage, had often suffered digestive issues after undergoing various experiments. But she seemed fine lately… though now that Karine noticed, the air carried a faint, coppery scent.
"P-Potty is fine! Just, um, trying to get rid of what's… inside!"
Still referring to herself in the third person? Karine frowned. Potty had long dropped that habit after they left the Mage Tower.
"If it hurts that badly, talk to the saintess."
"I-I'm okay! It's all clear!"
Karine was about to step away when Potty called out again, this time more clearly:
"Did you and Hernán make up?"
"What? Make up? Why would we need to?"
"You were upset earlier... about this morning."
"There's nothing to worry about."
But Potty kept talking. Karine found herself rooted in place, compelled by a strange urge to keep listening.
"Hernán seemed really frustrated... Maybe you should let him sleep somewhere else tonight? Maybe with the Demon King—just temporarily."
Karine cut her off sharply. "Don't give me advice like that."
Silence.
Then Potty's voice trembled back with urgency:
"I-I saw Hernán sighing in the living room earlier... Then he clutched his head and... and went into the Demon King's room."
Karine's heart clenched.
So he really had gone there?
Was it because of the headache? The pain?
Was it her fault—was she the one who failed to comfort him?
"Thank you for letting me know."
"Mmhm... heh..."
Potty moaned quietly, but Karine attributed it to stomach pain.
"If it gets worse, let me or Marina know."
"Yeah..."
Karine turned and left the bathroom, brow furrowed in guilt.
She wouldn't go to the Demon King's room tonight. Tomorrow, she'd apologize properly.
But something tugged at the back of her mind.
Didn't Potty used to call Hernán a thief?
As the door closed behind her, Hernán finally exhaled the breath he'd been holding.
"Gods, I panicked... I couldn't even move once Karine stepped in."
Indeed, from the moment Karine entered the bathroom, Hernán had frozen in place, pressed deep inside Potty. It had been Potty who answered her questions, Potty who moved slowly—deliberately.
"Now, Hernán... Move. Please!"
"Where the hell did you get this courage from?"
Potty clenched around him in response. Her walls tightened like silken vice, sending tremors of pleasure up his spine.
Her tail twitched under his hand, her flushed body quivering beneath him as her thighs cradled his hips.
His cock, slicked in love fluids and streaks of blood, glistened with every slow, lewd movement.
"Ahh! More… please… deeper!"
Her voice, sweet yet ragged, lured him further into the haze.
Driven by both lust and confusion, Hernán gave in.
His hips began to move.
"Agh… It hurts… but… it's so good!"
The sheer size difference between them made him feel like a beast claiming his prey.
Her soft, trembling body accepted him, shuddering with every thrust.
"H-Hernán… Are you gonna come? Inside… right?"
He had already been on edge when Karine entered. Now, with Potty working him relentlessly, it was impossible to hold back.
"I can't pull out—can't stop—going to fill you!"
With a gasp that echoed off the bathroom walls, Hernán came.
His vision turned white as his seed surged into her womb. He clutched her waist tightly, his release pouring into her trembling form.
"Ahh..."
Potty collapsed onto the toilet lid, completely limp.
Her skin was flushed, her ears drooping, her tail twitching with satisfaction.
She had fainted.
"Potty!"
Panicking, Hernán checked her.
"Ugh!"
Her ears suddenly perked up, slapping his cheek.
She grinned.
"Round two?"
"You really are a rabbit..."
Whatever strength resided in that tiny body, she was far from done.
"Shall we go to my room this time? I want to sleep with you."
It was risky to stay here longer. Someone else could walk in again.
"Here. Take your robe."
He handed her the thin garment, then cleaned up the stall as best he could.
He paused.
What if Karine notices?
But Potty had already lied. Karine would think he was with the Demon King.
As long as we're careful tomorrow…
"Hernán... Hernán..."
Potty rubbed her cheek against his back like a content kitten—or rabbit. Whether it was heat or affection, Hernán couldn't tell.
He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Come on. My stomach's fluttering!"
With his headache fading and his fever cooling, Hernán followed.
"Welcome to Potty's room."
As soon as they entered, Potty discarded her robe again.
Her body, streaked with blood and semen, was flushed with excitement.
Before they reached the bed, Hernán pulled her close, lifted her by her hips, and sank into her once more.
Potty moaned, ears twitching as she gripped his shoulders.
"Do you like rabbits?"
For now, he did.
Let the night last. Let the guilt, the questions, the unease—wait until morning.
In the flickering candlelight, Hernán whispered:
"I like it."
And the rabbit was happy that night.