Chapter 1: Wet Dream?

Chapter 1: Wet Dream?

"Ugh, hot..."

Aella abruptly roused from her slumber when she sensed a sudden warmth spreading within her.

To be precise, down there where it cannot-be-named.

A burst of hot fluid snapped her out of a dream. But the sudden movement she made felt strangely awful and hurting, causing the delicate contours of her face to crumble.

Panting, she felt an unbearable chest pain due to waking up suddenly. Her heart pounded rigidly against her ribcage as she thought of something inconceivable happening to her at this very moment.

C-Could it probably be...?

Ugh, hell no! No way, no!

Her face, turning as white as paper, was cradled by a deep frown.

Yet, no matter how she tried to deny it, the brittle idea that was enough to make her scandalized wouldn't leave her head at all!

'Did I really?!'

With her well-maintained brows almost tied into a knot above her high and finely sculpted nose bridge, her pretty little face inevitably turned into an ugly scowl while thinking of the unthinkable.

'Did I, Aella, a noble witch from the purest lineage, wet the bed?! Waah!' she gasped in horror and shame.

It was a sensation she had hoped to never experience again from a teeny-tiny age, especially after her recent coming-of-age ceremony. 

Oh, good Goddess!

She wanted to swear! Ugh!

She has just reached her golden year of adulthood, turning fifty-year-old, and has now become a full-fledged adult!

Hold on. Could this be what they call a wet dream? 

She had heard from those people called courtesans while traveling that humans have the craziest habit of enjoying strange things. Having weird epiphanies in their dreams.

What she doesn't understand is why on earth is she being struck with it like a horrifying plague!

The mere thought of wetting her sheets at this age sent waves of mortification through her.

'Oh n-no, no, nooo!' she rapped inwardly, 'This can't be happening to me!'

She can't be wet. Wait, that sounded a little off. She can't wet herself in this day and age!

Aella's delicate and soft profile which had stopped aging from the age of eighteen crumpled into a grimace.

With this bugging issue, how could she face her new squad and explain the stench that would have clung to her sheets?

It was her first time accompanying a seasoned mercenary group. After exterminating a horde of beasts and collecting their meat and cores, they decided to camp the night out in a clearing inside a dark forest.

Today should have been filled with excitement and anticipation since it was the first time she would be able to free herself from the clutches of those old, boring witches in the Central area.

A breath of fresh air.

Oh, how long had she yearned for it!

Aella thought she would have that despite going on an arduous journey.

But what is happening to her?

This could be an utter disgrace to her image and her house!

Will she really end up as a laughingstock among her peers and ultimately get consumed by embarrassment because she couldn't keep herself in check?

'Mother, Father, I want to go homeeee!'

Sniffing her edgy snot, Aella's heart ached with homesickness, much like a toddler who desperately needs to use the bathroom but can't bring themselves to do it anywhere other than their own familiar toilet.

Filled with apparent shame, Aella didn't even want to force open her tightly shut eyes which felt like they were glued with dried tears, not wanting to confirm that she really did piss on her duvet.

'Did I cry last night?' she even wondered.

Then why not just continue crying now?

"Boohoo! Wooh! Waah!"

Luckily, witches are privileged with magical items, so she doesn't need to share her quarters with another person.

But does any of this, spell lucky at all?

A sharp pain radiated through her. Her chest was still rather tight after waking up on the wrong side of the bed, and her body felt heavy, yet oddly full. 

It was a strange sensation as if something was growing within her.

"Aahh!"

A sharp cry escaped her lips as she attempted to sit up, only to be met with a throbbing pain in her temples.

'Did I overexert myself during last night's hunt?' she reckoned, sensing the punishing sensation from her soring joints, assuming that her body was aching from the previous night's exertion.

The thrill of leaving home had quickly been replaced by the harsh reality of adulthood. 

Aella was rather rueful. If she just listened to her father when he tried to stop her from venturing out, would she be in this situation?

Ugh, working outside is not fun at all it seems!

All that excitement for nothing!