Chapter 146
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 146
Chapter Title: Martial Arts (No Heroics)
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We stopped in front of the high-class inn we'd visited once before.
"Thanks for carrying my stuff, darkie."
"...Yeah."
"Our little darkie really has a strong sense of responsibility, huh."
"..."
Why else would Winia have handed her luggage to me? It was all a ploy to make me follow her all the way to her inn. Handing it over and bolting now felt impossible with that word 'responsibility' holding my ankle down.
What did she mean by responsibility, anyway?
She meant I had to take full responsibility for taking her first time.
Sure, that mad, abusive frenzy of a romp back then had Winia clinging to me in tears first, and my mental state had been shattered by Claudy's baffling philosophy, but in the end, it was mostly my fault for mishandling my dick.
"Darkie, since you've carried it this far, you'll take it to my room, right?"
Winia leaned in with a wicked grin.
Ever since she brought up responsibility, I couldn't fight back against her. She knew it too, sticking to me shamelessly.
"Woof woof woof. Fuck..."
"Kyahahahat!"
And so, I followed Winia up to her room.
Nothing had changed. It was the same place I'd seen when we came back after hunting the ogre. It screamed upscale inn for well-off mages at first glance.
As the door closed, it hit me—we were alone in this space, just me and Winia. A sweet fragrance filled the air. Was it her air freshener? The scent hung as heavily as the weight of my dick's responsibility, muddling my head.
Tension gripped me. And Winia, who'd been all playful moments ago, felt it too—she shut her mouth and turned her head away from me.
"Darkie."
"What."
"Never mind."
She took off her hat and leaned her staff against the wall.
What was about to happen to me now?
Was I about to commit adultery?
It was an act that flew far beyond human decency. Sure, I'd killed a few people, but that didn't mean I'd forgotten my morals.
I missed Claudy. Of course, if she'd just been clear about her feelings for me, none of this would've happened—but that's on me too for mishandling my dick. It's all my problem.
Dad had told me men only needed to watch out for three things.
When I asked what, he said he didn't know the other two, but definitely women. He could've just said one thing from the start instead of three, but Dad was the type who didn't sweat the details.
What would he say if he saw me like this?
Unpredictable as he was, he'd always steered me straight with his bizarre logic whenever I strayed. He was the inspiration for the Buddha in my heart.
"Sit down."
Winia pointed at the bed as I stood there blankly.
Then she grabbed the doorknob to the bathroom.
"I'll wash up... and come out."
Creak.
"Darkie, don't run away, okay?"
The bathroom door closed.
"Like a bolt from the blue!"
Wash up... and come out?
This felt sinful as hell, but my dick was rock-hard, throbbing uncontrollably. Touching Winia's upper chest earlier had been the finishing blow. Sexual arousal overwhelmed me. Blood rushed to my lower body.
From today on, I wasn't the true pure-blooded man Kim Katt anymore—I was a cheating human scum, a dog of a bastard. Even if Claudy said it was fine, I, I...!
I'm a Confucian believer in monogamy!
Shwaaa.
Water ran from the bathroom.
Winia was showering on the other side of that door.
It was a sight beyond reality. Heat rose in my body. Sweat beaded up, so I stripped off my clothes. My muscles, pumped from this morning's training, gleamed. The plan had been training followed by Claudy.
But Winia instead!
Time dragged in agony. Finally, the door opened, and Winia emerged.
Her pink hair clung damply to her skin, wrapped in a pure white bath towel. It looked almost like maternity wear due to her chest size... She approached me clad only in that single towel.
Water droplets fell with each step, wetting the floor.
"...Darkie didn't run away?"
She sat lightly beside me. My erection was obvious now—no point in excuses.
"Good boy, darkie. So obedient, you're cute."
"..."
"Darkie."
Winia leaned against me, took my hand, and intertwined our fingers.
She massaged my hand and whispered low.
"I like you a lot, darkie. What about you?"
"...I don't dislike you."
"I see. But couldn't you say you like me right now?"
This was pure, absurd temptation.
After tormenting me like that all this time, now she made that face, weaponizing her body to whisper love. It felt like a nightmare laced with wet dreams.
Pleasurable, yet suffocating and sticky.
A nightmare.
"...I like you. If I hated you, I wouldn't have looked at you after that time."
"Thank you."
Our lips met.
I didn't stop Winia as she went for the kiss. I accepted it. Unlike with Claudy, her tongue came timidly, and I wrapped mine around it. I felt her breath.
"Hah..."
Slowly, for a long time.
I let Winia do as she wanted. She pressed closer and closer. Hot skin met mine, and I lost control too.
Time passed. Satisfied, Winia pulled her lips away.
A string of saliva stretched between us.
Her eyes melted as she looked up at me.
"Darkie."
Swish. Winia undid the towel herself. Her full breasts emerged—larger than imagined, with nipples as beautifully pink as her hair. Below, pink pubic hair too.
"Touch my breasts?"
It was the first time seeing her fully nude since then.
Her exposed figure screamed overflowing feminine hormones. Those bursting breasts seemed made solely to arouse me.
In modern society, I'd seen countless women's breasts through media, but none as huge and perfectly shaped as Winia's.
She was the queen of tits.
"...Do whatever you want."
As she asked, I hugged her from behind and grabbed those massive breasts.
"Kyat...!"
Even with palms open, I couldn't grasp half.
Winia's breasts were as soft as her occasional gentle demeanor toward me. Yet as heavy as her obsession.
Maybe one breast weighed more than my bastard sword. Fat piled to extremes outweighed iron.
"Haa... Darkie... say, say it..."
"Say what?"
Though I'd abused these breasts once before, the mood now was worlds apart, making it feel fresh. Totally different from Claudy. I kneaded them long, then pinched both nipples.
"Say you like me, haa...!"
Was it affection deprivation?
She kept seeking confirmation, like she'd burst from anxiety without it. Like with Claudy, I whispered in Winia's ear.
"I like you. Enough that your torment doesn't matter."
"Hyaaaa...!"
As I whispered, I slid my hand down to stroke her pubic hair.
Winia's body arched like a bow.
"Even your down there is pink."
"Don't... say that...!"
Claudy's was smooth and bare, but Winia's hair felt novel. I teased her there long, stroking away.
It looked like cute pink-dyed Maltese ears.
"Haa... haa... I like you. I like you, darkie. You like me too, right?"
"Yeah. I like you. So relax."
"I can't hold back anymore... now, now..."
Winia's pussy was already soaked. Not as much as Claudy's floods, but enough from her arousal to wet the bed.
I caressed it gently.
"Kya, kyaat! Krh...! Haaa... haaa..."
One hand kneaded a breast, the other rubbed her pussy. Her body writhed with my movements. Soon, she climaxed hard, moaning loud as her body tensed and shook.
"Haaa...!"
I scooped up her limp form and moved her to the bed's center. Our eyes met. No trace of the tormenting vixen—just a girl lost in love.
"Haa, haa... You're too good at this, darkie... You've been fucking her every day, huh."
"Well, we live together."
"...Annoying."
Thinking of Claudy stirred guilt.
Damn, why?
Why does she keep trying to pair me with other women?
"You smell like sweat, darkie."
"Should I wash up?"
"No. It's fine."
I hadn't showered either. Our eyes locked—no words needed. Skillfully, I pressed my dick against her pussy. Precum and her juices made it slick.
"Darkie, now..."
"Put it in?"
"...Yeah."
Winia nodded. Unlike that time, gently. Mindful of her small frame, I eased in very slowly.
"Kyaauut...! Haa...! Kahat...!"
"...Hurts? Should I stop?"
"Haa... Don't be mean... Krhat!"
Like the kiss earlier, slow and careful. I slid to the hilt. Her insides felt intensely hot and soft. Where Claudy milked my soul with tight elasticity, Winia melted me with softness.
"Haa... haa... D-darkie. It's, it's all in...?"
Winia grimaced in strain but forced a smile. Seeing her effort stabbed my guilt again.
To this tiny woman, I did that...!
Breast abuser? Unbelievably trashy.
I regretted my past self.
"...Doesn't hurt?"
"Huu... hup...! Worried about me now, darkie? Huu... You're such a puppy."
Even at peak arousal, I couldn't thrust. It'd hurt like before, obviously. Her small body taking me was too much.
"...Move. I'm okay, darkie."
"..."
I moved my hips. Slowly pulled out the cock buried to the root. Winia twisted, unable to endure.
"Haa... haa..."
She panted hotly, arms reaching to hug me desperately. I pushed back in slowly. So hot, so soft—the tip kissed her womb.
"Kyat...! Haa... Darkie, darkie...!"
"...Tch."
I thrust again, picking up speed a bit. Restraint failed now. I pinned Winia beneath me, hips slamming. Her moans burst out—painful at first, then pure ecstasy.
"Hat...! Haat...! Haaang, haaa...!"
Pelvis slapped pelvis with wet smacks. I crushed the fully submissive Winia, gripping her breasts, pounding her hole. Cum welled up.
"Darkie. Inside, inside... cum inside...!"
Finally, I erupted inside Winia. Overlapping arousal shot semen for seconds, enough to paint her womb fully mine.
I collapsed onto her.
Winia, panting hotly, stroked my nape.
"Haa... You did it with me, darkie?"
She sounded delighted.
But.
"Winia."
"Yeah?"
"Once isn't enough for me."