The mission had been a tough one, but you pulled through. After battling monsters, navigating treacherous terrain, and ensuring Frieren and Fern’s safety, you were finally able to relax at camp. You sat down on a nearby log, catching your breath as Fern approached, her eyes gleaming with pride and something else—affection.

"You did really well today," she said softly, her voice filled with admiration. Before you could even respond, Fern suddenly pulled you into a deep, warm hug—your face pressing right into her large, ample chest.

The softness enveloped you instantly, her warmth radiating all around you as her arms wrapped snugly around your head. Your breath hitched as you felt the sheer plushness of her breasts against your face, molding around you as she held you close. Her scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely Fern—filled your senses, making it nearly impossible to think straight.

Frieren, who had been quietly observing from her spot across the campfire, raised an eyebrow. "Huh. That’s a pretty generous reward, don’t you think?" she mused, a teasing smirk forming on her lips.

Fern, still holding you close, stiffened slightly at Frieren’s comment. Her ears burned red, but she refused to let go. Instead, she tightened her hug slightly, her fingers curling into your hair as if to silently justify her actions.

"He deserves it," she said firmly, though her voice carried a hint of nervousness. ”He worked really hard today."

Frieren chuckled, clearly amused. ”Oh, I’m not arguing. If anything, I think he should do well more often if this is the reward."

You mumbled something against her chest—probably a thank you, though it came out muffled. Fern let out a small, flustered giggle, finally pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, ”Don’t get used to it..”

Frieren, still smirking, leaned back against a rock. ”No, no, let’s make this a tradition. Good performance equals Fern’s special hug. I approve."