Chapter 134
Chapter 134
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Chapter 3-1. Black Tree Tribe
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Her long, rust-red hair was coiled up in a circle, and her drunken eyes were softly unfocused, giving her a gentle impression.
But peering into her pupils, it seemed there was a sharp glint.
"Come on, give me an answer."
She pressed the silent Yuda, leaning her face close. Even in the harsh jungle environment, as the owner of a spirit sword, her skin was flawless, and her beauty was too exquisite for this place.
The potent alcohol scent wafted over him like sweat pouring out, hiding something sweet beneath.
Yuda clamped his mouth shut at her beaming smile.
"Why won't you answer? Do you hate me? Oh dear, what if that's the case?"
Isabel pouted her lips playfully with a smile.
Her leisurely grin slithered up from his feet like a snake, binding him so he couldn't move.
"You don't have a choice anyway."
"Pardon?"
"The tribe chief dancing at the festival means she's finally ready to find a mate."
Mate?
At Yuda's bewildered reaction, Isabel's hand boldly slipped into his chest.
He flinched at the firm yet warm touch that felt soft, grabbing her hand but unable to shake it off.
"The chief has finally...!"
"As expected of the spirit one—nothing ordinary about you. Chosen by the chief herself. Of course, no one can say a word against the spirit one's selection."
Whispers from the onlookers glancing slyly reached Yuda's ears as if by magic.
Rejecting her seduction here might get him dragged off and beaten.
And Isabel was stunningly beautiful.
No red-blooded man could resist her allure.
Naturally, Yuda didn't dislike her, and having experienced sex before, the anticipation was real.
But even so, Tia’s face from Drago in Selenia Castle flashed in his mind, and doing it in such a public spot with eyes everywhere felt too exposed.
Reason was suppressing the temptation of pleasure.
But that dam was about to break.
Unable to push away Isabel, who nuzzled and groped him from the side, Yuda felt his heart boiling with desire.
Even trying to endure, the pounding heartbeat drove him mad.
With the alcohol's influence, her seductive demeanor, and her words giving the OK, Yuda finally acted.
Unable to hold back, he reached under her thighs and back, hoisting her up and heading somewhere.
"Oh my?"
A beat late, she feigned surprise.
Her wide eyes seemed to process the situation before she smiled softly in understanding, waving to the tribesfolk visible behind Yuda's back.
Strengthening his legs with mana, he dashed to the tribe's outskirts beyond the people's gaze in an instant.
"You're in quite a hurry? I'm not going anywhere."
Isabel, cradled princess-style in Yuda's arms, leisurely took in the blurring scenery.
"After tempting me like that, backing out now isn't an option."
"Hehe. As if. I've finally found the man to share my first time with. Why would I run?"
"...? Your first?"
Yuda halted at the unexpected words mid-stride.
He hadn't misheard.
She blushed shyly, glancing at him coyly.
"What's so strange? No man caught my eye before, so of course I'm still a virgin."
She hopped lightly from his arms.
The rebound made her spin gracefully, landing before slipping back into his embrace.
"I hear outsiders are awfully interested in a woman's virginity. Not you?"
She poked his chest as she asked, leaving Yuda with an awkward smile.
He wasn't particularly fixated on that, but... well, possessiveness maybe.
Being her first man—that sort of thing.
At his reaction, Isabel pressed her lips to his.
No need for tiptoes or him bending down.
Their similar heights let them kiss with just a slight tilt.
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Their lips, which had touched once before, met softly like old friends.
No sound.
They simply felt each other's lip texture and warmth, silent.
But that simple kiss satisfied Isabel.
'This... is better than I thought.'
Wondering when she'd next meet a man she liked, now imagining spending the night with him after the kiss made her heart race.
The ticklish feeling, different from battle, drew a laugh from her.
'Is this love?'
Though inexperienced, she'd heard and learned plenty.
Her late mother, the former chief, and other seasoned women had taught her for future use.
Thanks to that mishmash of knowledge, she sensed this might be love—the kind she'd idly pondered during bouts of loneliness.
Their lips pressed and rubbed, and Yuda's tongue slipped in.
"Mmph."
A nasal moan escaped her unwittingly.
Startled by it, she pulled back, covering her mouth.
Her face flushed hot.
The alcohol surged fiercely through her body like fever.
"Embarrassed?"
"...No, just surprised since it's my first time."
She answered honestly.
A bit embarrassed, yes.
Yuda gently kissed her again.
The torchlight barely reached, no watchers around.
Only moonlight illuminated them like stars on stage.
Isabel responded, now accepting his tongue.
Theory and practice differed vastly; it was clumsy.
But Yuda, with some experience, guided her bit by bit.
"Hmm."
The leaking moans still felt awkward.
But their tongues entwining, exchanging saliva with wet slurps, stimulated her ears intensely.
'I want him.'
Surprisingly, as they kissed, she grew fonder of Yuda.
Black hair, black eyes—initially, she'd thought bearing his child would aid ruling the tribe, as the folk believed him a spirit.
Sure, his fearless aid in hunting the quake had sparked fondness.
But now, bodies pressed close, sharing intimacy, she yearned to possess him.
Like how she owned the tribe and its produce.
She wanted this outsider, Yuda.
"Haa... Yuda."
She murmured his name softly as their lips parted.
A silvery thread gleamed in the moonlight between them, snapping.
Hands on his shoulders, she bowed her head, breathing raggedly.
"Hua... Hoo... Haa!"
The kiss hadn't been that intense.
Just hard to contain the boiling desire inside, so she sought a moment's calm.
Had her heart ever pounded this fiercely?
The strong liquor and unfamiliar emotions shook her body and mind.
She could quell these fluttery feelings with mana.
Easily restore her reason, clouded by poor judgment.
But she didn't want to.
She wanted to cherish this moment's honest emotion for a long time.
And express it.
'No, it won't calm at all.'
She exhaled long—haaaa.
Saliva pooled in her mouth.
Wanting him filled her mind.
Isabel snapped her head up, scanning around.
Near the house the Baekje envoys had built for Yuda on the tribe's edge.
She grabbed his hand firmly, yanking him that way.
"Huh?"
Dazed Yuda was pulled along instantly.
Her grip on his wrist creased his brow slightly.
Somehow their roles had reversed, and his back thudded against the building wall.
"Is this love or lust? I've experienced neither, so hard to say. Do you know?"
"You'll figure it out by experiencing it."
Their intentions aligned.
Not just Isabel; Yuda couldn't hold back either.
He pulled her into an embrace with both arms, kissing again.
The soft lips' warmth never grew tiresome, no matter how many times.
Her mouth carried a heavy alcohol scent, but it wasn't bad.
Her pink tongue tangled clumsily, making wet smacks—tzup, tzup—and Yuda gripped her skirt of woven leaves and flowers.
Her buttocks filled his palm.
In that instant, everything vanished from Yuda's mind.
Surrendering purely to desire, he forgot Arhil and Jeanne's deaths, his comrades; Cain, friend and rival; the fragment's pressure; his resolve to return home...
Everything but the Isabel before him.
Her scent, her desire, her body.
Deviance? He didn't care.
Now was the time to let go.
And he squeezed her buttocks firmly.
Simple flesh, but knowing it was hers made it thrillingly different.
"Ah...!"
New to another's hands kneading her rear, a voice leaked naturally from her lips.
Startled yet blushing shyly, Isabel's look was unexpectedly endearing.
Yuda and Isabel met eyes, grinned broadly, and kissed again under the moonlight.
========== Afterword ==========
1) Argh, reserves. Super tired!
Thought it'd be more, but only one chapter done! No, can't be. Trying one more, but if not up tonight, two tomorrow ;
2) Been a while since I wrote, so wondering if this is right? Self-doubt kicking in.