Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Northern Expedition - 6
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Sylvia said that women in the North love it rough.
Sure enough, living in such a harsh, freezing environment seemed to instill a wild streak in everyone, regardless of age or gender.
So I fucked Vivian roughly.
Looking down at her slender waist and firm ass, I took her from behind in doggy style, just like I'd done to Sylvia when she was still a virgin.
Every time my cock stirred up her insides, a uniquely virgin whimper escaped Vivian's lips.
"Ngh..."
But Vivian was making every effort to hold back her moans. She bit her lower lip so hard that blood started trickling out. A true Northern warrior's endurance.
"I want to hear Vivian moan."
I love the sound of a woman unraveling because of me.
It lets me know she's going crazy for me, and I can feel that I'm the one claiming her.
So I decided to fuck her even harder.
Slap!
"Hyah?!"
"Oh?"
I slapped Vivian's ass again, and her pussy clenched down on my cock even tighter.
It surprised me, honestly.
No amount of physical training could strengthen a pussy this much... so there was only one explanation.
"No way? You enhanced your physical abilities with mana?"
I asked, but Vivian couldn't answer. She didn't speak our language to begin with, and Sylvia, our interpreter...
"Haaah... I'm so jealous. I wish I could give my virginity to you, Sian."
Wasn't exactly in her right mind.
Anyway, feeling her impossibly tight pussy gripping me, I put more power into my hips and thrust harder.
Gradually, Vivian started letting out moans.
"Haa—ahh!!"
"That's it, scream like that."
As I savored Vivian's sweet moans, Sylvia clung to me.
"Tch—Sian prefers young girls after all? Not even interested in me."
"Sylvia? It's Vivian's turn right now."
"I know, but I can't hold back anymore."
Apparently, even after I'd fucked her senseless just moments ago, it wasn't enough for Sylvia. She was all over me.
With no choice, I grabbed her breast roughly and said,
"Kyaa?!"
"Stick out your tongue."
"Yess~"
With one hand, I slapped Vivian's ass while pounding her, and with the other, I groped Sylvia's breast as I kissed her.
As my climax built, I yanked Vivian's hair back and shouted,
"Ngh! Cumming inside you, Vivian!"
"Hng—!!!"
Vivian didn't understand my words, but she instinctively sensed my impending release from the throbbing of my cock and clenched even tighter than before. With a spurt spurt, I unleashed my semen deep inside her.
"Haaah—"
Vivian, overwhelmed from her first time, was already exhausted.
Seeing her like that, Sylvia grumbled,
"Ugh, once Vivian's done, I have to clean up again."
Saying that, she licked my cock clean of semen and juices, just like before.
Then she lay down beside Vivian, spread her legs in missionary position, reached for me, and said,
"Well, now it's my turn, right?"
"Of course."
With the expedition keeping us apart lately, my pent-up lust reacted instantly to Sylvia's temptation.
It looked like tonight was going to be a long one.
...
Vivian's tribe, the Molar Tribe, unfortunately couldn't join us. There were several reasons, but the main one was their crushing defeat at the hands of the Frost Claw Tribe—they had no one left who could fight.
It was a shame.
"After all your hard work, Sian... what a pity."
"Eh, I'm satisfied we got the intel."
In exchange, the Molar Tribe told us the locations of other scattered tribes: the Frost Flower Tribe and the Icicle Arrow Tribe.
"They said the Frost Flower Tribe took the heaviest losses, so the info might not be accurate."
"Then let's visit the Icicle Arrow Tribe first."
What a bizarre name.
They don't actually shoot icicles as arrows, do they?
"So, hero, shall we head out right away?"
"Hold on."
Before leaving, I took Sylvia and Vivian to see the Molar chieftain.
And through Sylvia, I conveyed my decision.
"I'm taking Vivian with me now."
"......"
The chieftain stared at me silently, saying nothing.
"She has to become my wife anyway, per your tribe's rules, right? Don't worry. I'll take responsibility and make her happy."
"My lord..."
Hearing my words through Sylvia, Vivian looked deeply moved. It wasn't that touching, but anyway... The chieftain pondered for a moment before cautiously speaking.
"I leave my daughters in your care."
"Naturally."
With the chieftain—Vivian's father—giving his direct permission, I formally took her as my wife.
Daughters, though?
Didn't we agree to take Becky and Bessy once the North is pacified?
...
The Icicle Arrow Tribe lived in the highest mountain region of the North.
Just as most of the Molar Tribe were warriors, I suspected most of the Icicle Arrow Tribe were archers.
And sure enough...
They were giving us a grand welcome the moment we arrived.
"Firing warning shots right away, huh."
"Sian, the Sole Tribe says they can't go any further."
"Then tell them to wait somewhere safe."
"Got it, I'll relay that."
I sent the non-combatants to the rear, then drew the First Molar—the black spear—gifted by the Molar Tribe.
"Time to test its performance!"
"We need to persuade them, so don't hurt anyone."
"I know!"
I hurled the black spear straight at the wooden palisade the Icicle Tribe had erected.
Boom! It collapsed in a heap of rubble.
"Performance confirmed."
The black spear returned to me on its cursed trajectory.
"That black spear will be the dream weapon of spearmen everywhere."
"Imitate it carelessly, and your gut might get pierced."
True to the Molar Tribe's curse, it flew back with twice the force I'd thrown it at. And whether due to the craftsman's work or not, its return speed was three times faster than when it was an axe. If anyone else used it, they'd probably die to their own spear.
"Alright, barricade's down. Let's go meet the Icicle Tribe."
...
We tried seeking the Icicle Tribe's cooperation through Sylvia, but it wasn't easy.
"If you want the Icicle Arrow Tribe's aid, prove yourself fairly—with archery!"
Like the Molar Tribe, they wouldn't cooperate easily.
We're the ones helping them, and this is how they act? Is this Northern hospitality?
"An archery contest, no less? The Molar Tribe was the same—always picking what suits them best."
"Can't be helped when the tribe's fate is on the line."
"Speaking of archery... Clara's our only option here."
"Eh?"
Clara jumped in surprise at my words, flustered.
"Wh-why me, Sian?"
"Because you're the best archer among us."
I patted Clara's shoulder and said.
...
Deep down, Clara was regretting coming along with Sian.
Unlike her mother Sylvia, who handled translation, or Vivian, the Northern guide from a local tribe, she hadn't done anything noteworthy.
Meanwhile, in crucial battles, she'd gotten too nervous to be of any help.
In contrast, the Holy Kingdom's knights and apostles had shone when needed, holding their own in discussions with Sian.
Ugh... I'm the only one who's useless.
Of course, as a former commoner, it was inevitable she couldn't keep up with them.
They'd grown through rigorous training from childhood and the Holy Kingdom's support—comparing herself to them was unfair from the start, both in status and birth.
Clara knew this, but it still crushed her self-esteem.
She couldn't appeal to the man she loved at all.
To her, Sian said,
"You can do it, Clara."
He entrusted her with a key role in persuading the Icicle Arrow Tribe.
"M-me?"
"Yeah, no one else but you, Clara."
"B-but if I fail, it'll be a disaster!"
"Don't worry. No one here shoots better than you."
Though flustered by Sian's words, Clara realized he was right—among the current members, she was the only choice. Sian had no talent for archery, and the Holy Knights focused on aura training, barely practicing bows.
"So no pressure."
"Yeah, I believe in you, Clara."
"Sian, Mom..."
Encouraged by her family's words, Clara steeled herself. She picked up the black bow Sian had given her and stepped forward. This might be her last chance to shine for him on this expedition.
"I'll do it!"
And so, Clara became our representative in the contest against the Icicle Arrow Tribe.