Chapter 151
Chapter 151
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Something Indigestible
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Aria and I reunite in a massive wave that settles into gentle ripples. For the first time in ages, she offers a soft smile and sings tenderly.
I sit beside her, savoring the song echoing through the underwater cave. Her beautiful voice bounces off the walls, seeping straight into my heart.
There are no lyrics. That's why I can open my ears and mind completely, focusing solely on the melody.
Among the mermaids, Aria possesses an especially exceptional singing voice. As soon as she begins, ripples suddenly stir across the water's surface, as if the water itself is humming happily along with her song.
I can't even muster words, utterly intoxicated by her voice. Her long eyelashes and sweet, floral body scent steal my breath away.
I want to listen to the end, but
I,
we soon place hands on each other's backs and share a desperate kiss.
Aria's tongue and lips, brimming with moisture.
Indecent, sticky sounds echo from there. I plunge into the sweet lips that had just released her beautiful song.
The air around us grows hot. Heat surges alongside raw sexual desire and longing for my partner, dominating body and mind.
In the end, I push her down. Mindful not to let her head hit the floor, I cradle the back of her neck—yet impatience to mount her makes me shove her down hastily with my weight.
It's contradictory.
I cherish Aria, yet
a desire boils up to ravage and dishevel her wildly.
Love is always like this—contradictory. No, not just love; everything surrounding me and this world feels contradictory and dualistic.
The only pure thing left here is the new life nestled in Aria's belly. Only that untouched, pristine existence remains free from the harsh laws of the universe.
"It tickles."
Aria smiles brightly while lying on the floor. Before I know it, I'm kneading her breasts freely, those flower buds protruding pertly from the front. It might hurt a little, but a woman already aroused accepts even the man's pain as pleasure.
"Ah... Nngh..."
Aria bites her lip, trying to stifle her moan. Even in the deepest intimacy, voicing that pleasure-soaked tone feels a bit embarrassing.
But I knock lightly and stickily on those sealed lips, determined to pry them open. Hands aren't enough; like a child demanding mother's milk, I cling desperately, tormenting her.
"Hnnngh!"
Only then does Aria tremble and let out a short exclamation. The momentary intense stimulation courses through her body, granting her a woman's unique ecstasy.
"Ah, um... sorry..."
Thinking she made too much noise, Aria blushes and apologizes, but I find eroticism in that awkwardness.
It's different from Arachne's sensual approach. Of course, comparing individuals like this is a bad habit, but I've fallen into the routine of mentally cataloging my relationships with my lovers.
Occupational hazard, maybe. My eyes keep drifting to these details. My head is filled with them.
"N-now, let me do it. Switch places. Nngh?"
True to form for a planetary woman, Aria wants to mount me, but I stubbornly press down on her shoulders.
Today, I have no intention of yielding.
Aria is too beautiful and cute;
I can't endure without trying the "man-led sex" that Dan and Mr. Ries described.
"Stay like that."
"Ah... Nngh..."
Aria doesn't resist. She even seems pleased. Amid her bashful face and relaxed eyes, anticipation gleams clearly.
My [Desire], swollen to the point it couldn't grow more, parts her and slides in.
Our most intimate parts touch without a gap, throbbing together. To resist that instinctive motion, Aria wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my upper body close with fervor.
As much as the lewd union of male and female,
Aria and I cling tightly, sharing the bond of husband and wife.
Our close upper bodies will soon devolve into beastly, squeezing exchanges, but for now...
"...I love you, truly."
We dare utter the word "love." I don't know who said it first. We spoke it almost simultaneously, blurring the order.
I resent her as much as I love her,
and desire her fiercely as much as I resent her.
We don't match in many ways,
yet the sticky [aching bond] called love ties it all together.
Time flows in panting instinct and sensation.
Aria and I explore each other relentlessly, without a moment's rest.
It never grows tiresome. We could go on forever. In this moment, everything blocking us fades like misty fog—we couldn't care less.
Even as I pour out all my desires freely, Aria accepts them gladly. No longer the lake's pure water, joyful sweat beads on her forehead now, yet she's still beautiful. More so, even.
"Hnnngh...!"
When I reach climax, she can't hold back either, reveling in pleasure. I lose count of how many times we've seen each other's slack faces. Yet she shows no fatigue, always reaching for me with open arms.
Even after filling every crevice with semen, she lies with a dazed expression, mouth agape. Our sloppy kisses, saliva flowing freely, never feel enough no matter how many.
Saliva stretches like threads. Accepting everything of mine, Aria finally whispers,
"I wish we could stay like this forever... right?"
At last, it ends.
Aria and I,
lie side by side in the cave thick with a strange, musky scent, catching our ragged breaths.
"You overdid it, didn't you? Idiot..."
She wraps her arm around my chest. I gaze silently at the ceiling, savoring the lingering afterglow of our long lovemaking, but Aria immediately pours out overflowing love and affection once it's over.
"No. I loved it too."
"You say that, but your soul's completely drained. What are you thinking?"
Me, staring upward,
Aria, watching me.
We're always like this.
Even now, as our bond deepens, I ponder the past. Unforsakable old memories flicker before my eyes.
Too vivid to dismiss as post-coital emptiness. Aria understands a man's futility to some degree, but gazing at my profile, she peers into the deeper recesses of my heart.
"Joo-ho, you always look far away."
I roll over, turning my eyes to Aria. She pouts at me, yet still wears a smile.
A lonely smile.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know either."
No one states the subject. But we understand.
Aria asks about my new dream.
The dream—or goal, aspiration—to run toward once more...
"But one thing's certain. Let's go to the sea together."
"Not just because of our baby, right?"
Aria already knows.
Having conversed with our bodies, our minds feel linked as one, sharing each other's feelings and thoughts.
It might seem an illusion, but women in love gain an uncanny intuition science can't fully explain.
Some call it a woman's intuition, but I'd phrase it this way:
A miracle born from love's immaterial bond of dependence.
The unreal ability awakened by the desire to know one's partner better.
"I have comrades who fell here with me. They might still be alive. I want to find them."
I bare my honest feelings to Aria.
An anguish that won't fade no matter how I try,
something indigestible.
"And after that?"
Aria asks, holding back tears.
I fall silent, unable to reply.
"What do you want to do?"
...Silence stretches on.
Aria asks no more.
Instead,
she strokes my chest with her hand, holding onto the quiet end of our silence.
From afar,
from above,
a faint cry echoes.
A pained wail. Our silence makes the sorrowful sound grow clearer.
"You going?"
"Yeah."
I rise and hurriedly dress. Aria watches quietly, splashing her tail faintly.
"...I see."
She fully grasps my situation. She can't deny that other women desire me too.
"Can't you stay just a little longer?"
Still, she makes one last plea for me to remain.
Knowing it's unreasonable,
she voices her lingering reluctance.
"It's not like I'm leaving forever."
For some reason, I flee the cave.
Aria waves goodbye until the end.
The distant cry searches for its father.
I head straight toward it, not even fully wiping the water from my body.
Kiiing...
My little disaster, which digests anything, desperately seeks help. I can't tear my ears from the child's wails, sobbing for its parents due to a stomachache.
"Jenny."
She crawls toward me laboriously.
Showing a vulnerability unseen since she grew, Jenny flips onto her back before me and whimpers.
"D-Daddy... it hurts..."
Her belly writhes.
Something she can't handle is churning inside her stomach.