Pirate: Crew of Desire and Bonds

"...The funny smell is coming from here."

Slowly, she raised her hand and reached for the lid.

Her fingers brushed against the rough wood, and she decided to open it and check it.

Creak...

Aria’s fingers slowly lifted the lid, opening a small gap.

Just as her eyes began to peer into the darkness inside—

"Aria!!"

A shout suddenly rang out from outside the storage room.

One of the other maids was calling for her.

"Where are you! We need your help! We found a strange sword!"

At the mention of a strange sword, Aria’s serious expression instantly shifted.

Her blue eyes lit up with clear excitement.

Without another word, she released the crate lid and rushed outside.

Jake watched through the gap as Aria’s figure disappeared out of the storage room.

Only then did he finally let out a long, shaky breath.

"...Fuck."

His heart was still pounding violently against his ribs.

The tension that had been holding his entire body rigid slowly began to drain away.

His hand, which had been tightly gripping the back of Grace’s head, finally relaxed.

The other hand, still buried deep inside her shirt and cupping her soft breast, also loosened its hold.

Jake leaned his head back against the inner wall of the crate, staring up at the dark wood above him as he tried to calm his breathing.

That had been far too close.

If Aria had lifted the lid just a little more... if that other maid hadn’t called out at that exact moment...

He didn’t even want to finish the thought.

Below him, Grace still hadn’t moved.

Her soft lips remained wrapped around his cock, which was slowly softening after the intense climax.

She was breathing quietly through her nose, golden eyes half-lidded as she stayed in place, almost as if she was waiting for permission to pull away.

Jake looked down at her.

Even after nearly getting caught, even after being forced to finish under such dangerous circumstances, Grace still looked completely calm... and oddly content.

He let out another quiet sigh and gently stroked her golden hair.

"You really don’t know how to stop, do you..." he muttered under his breath, voice still a little rough.

"Mhmm~"

Grace only responded with a soft, muffled hum, the vibration sending a residual shiver through him.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, listening carefully.

Outside, he could hear distant footsteps and the muffled voices of the maids.

Aria’s excited tone mixed with the others as they talked about the "strange sword" they had found.

Whatever that was, it had bought them time.

But they couldn’t stay inside this crate forever.

Sensing his hand loosen its hold, Grace slowly pulled back.

Her soft lips dragged along his cock one last time, leaving a thin, glistening string of saliva and leftover cum connecting her lower lip to the tip before it finally broke.

A faint, wet pop sounded inside the crate as she fully released him.

She looked up at Jake with half-lidded golden eyes, cheeks still flushed, and quietly licked the stain at her lip.

Jake’s gaze lingered on her for a moment.

Even after everything, she looked as enticing as always.

Unable to help himself, the hand that was still inside her shirt gave her super soft breasts one last, firm squeeze, feeling the soft flesh yield under his fingers.

Grace only leaned into the touch, completely unresisting as she traced a leftover cum stain around her lip to her finger and licked it clean.

Seeing this, Jake shook his head and controlled his urge.

"...Alright," Jake whispered. "We need to move."

He carefully adjusted his pants and made sure everything was properly covered.

Grace fixed her dress as best as she could in the cramped space.

Then Jake cracked the crate lid open just enough to look outside.

The storage room was empty.

The voices of Aria and the other maids could still be heard faintly in the distance.

Jake waited a few more seconds, listening carefully.

Then he pushed the lid open fully and climbed out first, his movements silent despite his size.

Once outside, he turned and offered a hand to Grace.

She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her out of the crate.

Her bare feet touched the cold stone floor quietly as she stepped free.

Jake immediately closed the crate lid behind them, making sure it looked undisturbed.

Keeping low, the two of them moved toward the side of the storage room, staying close to the wall and the deeper shadows.

Jake’s instincts remained sharp the entire time, every small sound outside making him pause and listen.

When they reached the doorway, Jake carefully peeked out.

The hallway was clear.

He gave Grace a small nod.

Together, they slipped out of the storage room and quickly moved down the corridor in the opposite direction of Aria’s group, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the maids before anyone could return.

Soon, moving carefully like a pair of little thieves, the two of them successfully slipped out of the underground training ground.

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After some time passed...

Jake was currently leaning back on a soft sofa in the lobby of the Vivian Merchant Guild.

The place was large and well-decorated.

High ceilings, polished marble floors, and warm crystal lighting gave the lobby an expensive, refined atmosphere.

Several well-dressed merchants and clerks moved about in the distance, while the soft scent of expensive incense drifted through the air.

Elegant banners bearing the guild’s crest hung along the walls, and a large reception desk stood near the entrance, currently occupied by a few busy staff members.

Despite the size of the building, the corner where Jake sat was relatively quiet.

"Haa...! Damn, that was intense!"

Jake let out a long sigh and leaned further back into the soft sofa, staring up at the high ceiling for a moment.

His mind couldn’t help but drift back to what had just happened.

The dark, cramped crate.

Grace’s warm mouth still wrapped around him even while Aria stood only a few steps away.

The way his heart nearly stopped when Aria started following that scent.

And then the final, tense moment when her hand reached for the lid...

Jake closed his eyes briefly and exhaled again.

"...We really almost got caught."

But Jake’s lips twitched slightly as another thought crossed his mind.

"...Yet strangely enough," he muttered under his breath, "that was probably the biggest load I’ve ever shot in a single go."

He shifted a little on the sofa, vaguely aware of a slight lightness in his lower body... as if his balls had been thoroughly emptied during that tense moment inside the crate.

A moment later, Grace could be seen walking back toward him, carefully holding two large cups in her hands.

Jake leaned forward slightly and looked up at her.

Grace smiled softly as she approached and held one of the cups out to him.

"Here, Jake. Have some lemon tea. The guild actually serves free refreshments."

Jake thanked her and took the cup.

He took a big sip of the cold lemon tea, then exhaled with clear satisfaction.

"Puhaa~... Nothing beats a cold drink after intense activity!"

Grace just smiled and sat down next to him on the soft sofa.

She held her own cup with both hands, but instead of drinking it right away, she brought it to her lips and took a small mouthful of the tea.

Then, without making it obvious, she began to gently swirl the liquid around inside her mouth.

Her soft cheeks puffed up slightly as she carefully cleaned the leftover traces still coating her tongue and the back of her throat.

The motion was subtle, almost like a quiet little gargle, but from this close Jake could clearly see the way her cheeks rounded cutely while she thoroughly rinsed every remaining drop of his earlier release.

Only after a few moments did she finally swallow, her expression remaining perfectly calm and composed as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Jake watched her from the side for a second longer, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Even the way she cleaned her mouth was graceful.

There was nothing crude or hurried about the small motions.

Grace simply rinsed carefully, swallowed quietly, and then took another calm sip of her lemon tea as if she were just an ordinary young woman enjoying a free drink in a guild lobby.

No one would have imagined that this elegant and graceful woman with bright eyes and an innocent smile was actually cleaning the last traces of cum from inside her mouth.

Jake watched her for a moment longer before letting out a quiet breath.

Then his eyes filled with curiosity as he remembered their earlier battle.

"Grace," he said, turning toward her. "How did you make a frying pan out of light back there?"

Grace finished swirling the lemon tea inside her mouth one last time, her soft cheeks still slightly puffed.

Then she quietly swallowed and answered in a perfectly casual tone.

"Mm... It comes from the new skills that I got when you upgraded my class to Elite."

Then Grace touched her cheek with one finger and tilted her head as if thinking of something.

"But it’s really strange. I feel like I can make other stuff too from light... but it just won’t work."

Jake raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You can feel that you should be able to make other things... but they just won’t form properly?"

Grace nodded, still lightly touching her cheek with one finger as she continued thinking.

"Yes. It’s like the shape is already in my mind, but the light refuses to stay stable unless it’s something simple... or something I’m very familiar with."

Hearing her explanation, Jake fell silent for a moment.

Then, with that thought in mind, he decided to open her status again.

A translucent blue window appeared in front of his eyes.

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