Chapter 50

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 50

Chapter Title: Rin

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Their lips met at the same time.

No need to wonder who went first. It was pure instinct, seizing the moment.

Ian and Rin tilted their heads toward each other simultaneously, pressing their lips together.

The soft touch of lips meeting.

The slightly bold approach left a burning, fiery sensation as they collided.

Hoo...

Rin let out an unconscious sigh, struggling to calm her heart pounding like it might burst. The sigh slipped out, tickling their faces.

The lightly touching lips parted, only to meet again right away.

Lips clung and separated several times.

Light kisses came and went.

Like testing each other's feelings, the tentative kisses continued briefly for a few minutes...

And then, gently.

Ian pressed his lips more firmly, and the tip of his tongue extended from between them, knocking lightly on Rin's lips.

Feeling the tongue's tip against her lips.

Rin hesitated for a moment, then carefully parted her mouth to accept it.

A snake-like tongue slipped into her slightly open mouth.

The hot, soft sensation invaded ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Rin's mouth.

Ian's tongue wrapped around Rin's hesitant, wandering one as if embracing it.

"Mmph... haa."

The intense kiss continued, stealing their breath.

Hot breaths mingled, tongues entwined, ravaging every corner of her mouth.

Overwhelming gasps leaked from Rin.

It would be a lie to say she'd never imagined this...

But she'd never dreamed it would feel this intense.

Emotions more fierce and thrilling than anything she'd imagined swirled chaotically through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Rin's mind, beyond her wildest fantasies.

Thus, their first kiss with Ian lasted quite a while.

Rin's breathing grew ragged, her head spinning in a daze.

She even thought she might suffocate and die right there.

But as Ian's lips began to pull away, Rin's grip tightened on his hand with a reluctant murmur.

"Just a little... more..."

Rin uttered the words unwittingly, her voice full of longing.

Ian parted his lips, but Rin's chased after them, overlapping once more. This time, her tongue ventured into Ian's mouth.

The soft texture of her tongue flowed into Ian's mouth.

The mingled heat swirled like pleasure inside.

Leaning against Ian, Rin moved her tongue instinctively, endlessly exploring this unknown ecstasy.

How much time had passed?

Ian's hands pushed Rin's body back, and the exhausted girl collapsed powerlessly onto the bed.

Their lips finally separated, and Rin lay on the bed, panting heavily.

It was just sitting there, lips moving—nothing strenuous at all.

Yet Rin's heart raced as if she'd sprinted full-out.

She'd never felt this drained, not even after battling monsters...

Her breath came in gasps, her heart thundering like it might explode.

Ian's body overlapped hers as she lay on the bed.

His hand, pinning her down, slowly trailed downward... slipping inside her disheveled clothes.

It was the first time anyone else's hand had touched that place.

Startled, Rin flinched with a panicked expression but didn't push him away.

Ian's fingers slowly stroked her skin, heading toward her sensitive spot.

"Hik, eung..."

Rin trembled as an unfamiliar pleasure—entirely different from her own touches—bloomed within her.

Each brush of his fingertips made her body jerk, uncontrollable moans escaping her lips.

Droplets of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wetness soaked his fingers and trickled down.

"Haa..."

Every time his fingertips grazed her sensitive spot, Rin shuddered and let out a voice.

At the same time, a strange question arose in her mind.

It felt... good.

Much better than when she did it alone.

But her body instinctively craved something more.

Like quenching thirst with seawater.

Even as she savored this peak of pleasure she'd never known...

The thirst for something else only grew stronger, as if insisting this wasn't enough.

"Rin."

Ian's voice...

Rin intuited what was coming next and nodded quietly.

In the dark room.

Amid the flickering lantern shadows, Ian's member was vaguely visible.

Rin vividly recalled the sensation from when she'd touched it before.

Now, it was going inside.

Her body tensed rigidly.

"Uh, eut..."

Ian's member slowly pushed into Rin's depths.

Parting the tense crevice bit by bit, it invaded deeper with each moment...

The unfamiliar sensation made Rin twist and moan.

Ian reached out, clasping her hand, and their lips met in another breath-stealing kiss.

In that distracted instant, his member had already delved a little deeper into her.

Soon, it reached the innermost depths.

Unlike her imaginings,

all Rin felt was a stinging pain...

Yet the desire surging from her depths erupted in immense satisfaction, as if fulfilled.

Rin gripped Ian's hand tightly.

As if to reassure her, Ian squeezed back just as firmly.

Slowly, Ian's hips began to move.

Each time his member plunged to her deepest inside, her tense walls gripped it hotly, enveloping it completely.

Slipping free from the narrow, clinging gap as if refusing to let go, then thrusting back in to stimulate her depths.

Rin's small moans leaked out, scattering weakly from the tips of their entwined tongues between overlapping lips.

Kissing. Embracing. Whispering each other's names.

Whenever Rin twisted with a moan, Ian stroked her hair.

By the time her memories grew hazy, unable to count the repetitions...

Rin felt the increasing strength in Ian's gripped hand and sensed the end approaching.

Her breath quickened, her heart pounding faster.

And, just as she intuited the climax...

Ian's member withdrew from inside her.

Hot, white, sticky fluid poured onto Rin's belly.

She felt it slowly trickling down her skin.

"Haa... haa."

Utterly spent, Rin sank into the bed, going limp.

She had no sense of how much time had passed—her perception of it completely shattered.

Reason faded, as if it had all been a dream moments ago.

Only fragments of intense, shocking emotions lingered in her memory, too vivid to recall clearly.

The faint lingering ache and the white trails trickling down proved it had been real.

Feeling the hand stroking her hair, Rin opened her eyes, lifted her head, and lightly pressed her lips to the nearby Ian.

"Mmm, Leader..."

Ian gently stroked Rin's head as she slept beside him.

I wonder what dream she's having...

At his touch, Rin grinned sleepily, rubbing her cheek against his hand.

Ian gazed down at her sleeping face for a long while.

After she'd confessed her worries to him, all sorts of thoughts had swirled in Ian's mind too.

"...Hearing this much, I can't just let it slide."

Like most long-time players obsessed with a single game, Ian preferred maximizing efficiency, uncovering secrets.

But he couldn't easily overlook emotional elements either.

He couldn't fire useless mercenaries outright, keeping idle ones as reserve party members.

Character gifts were pointless items, yet too sentimental to discard—he stored them all in the warehouse.

That might be why he'd stuck with this game so long.

Purely optimal play would have been simplistic, one-sided.

Just endless, meaningless repetition.

Ian tucked the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blanket over the sleeping Rin and quietly opened his potential window.

Since she'd shown such strong will to stick with him to the end.

He needed to help her grow as much as possible.

Least he could do after accepting her feelings—couldn't just do nothing.

He'd actually planned to invest in [Strategic Thinking]...

But with her motivation, she'd outperform those 3 points anyway.

Somehow, saved points never went where he wanted...

Regardless, his fingers moved a few more times, adding a new trait for Rin.