Chapter 268
Chapter 268
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 268
Chapter Title: Those Martial Artist Bastards
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Karin's lower body was completely exposed.
Last time I'd smacked her ass, she'd been wearing long boots, but now she was totally naked. I had this burning urge to grab a pair from the shoe rack right that second.
"Haa..."
She let out a hot breath and locked eyes with me. Purple irises—my favorite color. We held eye contact for a moment before she spoke first.
"...Hey."
"What."
"Why?"
Her face scrunched up.
"No, you told me to drop the formal speech..."
I dropped my gaze to her exposed pussy as I said it. The shape and color were gorgeous. It was sealed tight in a straight line, which was tantalizing, and somehow the flesh looked plump and cushy... Thinking like that was probably rude, though.
"...Stop staring, you fucker."
She'd told me to look, but now that I was, she seemed embarrassed. She covered her pussy with her barely mobile hands and nodded toward the faucet.
"Yeah, now wash me up."
Of course. I'd saved her life, so this much was nothing.
I turned on the faucet, and cold water sprayed out from what looked like a leather hose. This world had running water, but no luxuries like hot water. The temperature was pretty low since it was nighttime. Was this okay for a patient?
"It's cold. You want me to just spray you?"
"Yeah. First, my hair though."
Hair?
Oh, right—she still had it tied up in a ponytail. Makes sense; you'd untie it to wash. I reached out and undid the tie. Her black hair cascaded down long and loose.
Her sharp killer vibe instantly shifted to something more intellectual. Women really change with their hairstyles.
I grabbed the hose, and Karin spoke up.
"...Isn't it weird that I'm the only one naked?"
"What bullshit is that."
"You strip too. You'll just get wet anyway."
"...I'm hard as hell right now, so stripping's a bit..."
"Strip."
"Fuck."
I ditched my pants and underwear.
I was fully erect already, so the second my underwear came off, my dick sprang out like some white imperialist cracking a brutal whip at poor black slaves in a sugarcane field just for kicks. It slapped hard against my toned abs.
Smack!
Damn that hateful imperialism!
Africa's black brothers, eternally exploited!
What an unjust world...!
My throbbing cock embodied that ideology. Anyway, whether inspired by my philosophy or not, Karin stared at it like she was trying to bore holes through it.
Drool.
Her eyes glazed over as she drooled.
"Whoa, why are you drooling, sis?!"
"I-it's just... it's fucking huge, okay? I'm tense! Happy?!"
"Tense? It's just a wash!"
I was only here to tend to the sick and repay a debt of gratitude!
"...Ahem. Then hurry up and wash me. I'm exhausted."
I slowly lifted the hose and moved behind her.
"Karin sis. This water's cold. You sure?"
"If it's not cold, what is it?"
I brought the hose to her shoulder nice and slow. Water blasted out, soaking her bare skin in seconds, but she didn't make a sound. She'd reached master-level cold water resistance.
I wet her whole body, even her hair. Drenched like a siren, she just breathed steadily as the water hit her.
"Now... soap time."
Here it comes.
"You sure you're not pushing too hard? Body washing's a bit much, don't you think?"
"This happened because of you, so just do it."
"I'm a married man!"
"I asked for help washing, not your marital status, you fuck! You saved me and already forgot the favor? I'll kill you first once I'm better."
"That's too harsh!"
I grabbed the soap, lathered it up in my hands.
The foam bubbled up like my confused feelings. My cock was maxed out, leaking precum from the tip.
I wanted to shove it somewhere or jerk it off right then... but no, couldn't do that.
"...Sis. You really want me soaping you up?"
"Hurry, kid."
I placed my soapy hands on her shoulders.
"Eek?!"
A moan burst out.
I panicked. "Wh-what?!"
"N-nothing... keep going."
Slowly. Real slow, I rubbed her arms. "Hng...!" Just stroking her arms, and she was biting her lip, stifling moans. What the hell was so stimulating?
"Huu... haa... hngk...!"
"Sis, what's wrong?!"
"Just... feels good..."
Her voice was totally melted.
"..."
I moved to her neck, rubbing slow. Arms, shoulders, neck, armpits—all soaped up. Then down her sides. Karin spoke softly.
"...Hey. Don't think this makes me some sex-crazed spinster slut or anything."
"No?"
"Shut up and listen, kid. It's just... with you, it feels like this... I don't get it either... Ah, fuck! Why are you making me say this?!"
"I didn't make you say shit! You started!"
"Just soap my tits already, fucker!"
...Right.
Time to soap her breasts.
Karin's tits were huge, about Cloudy-sized.
Perfect handful shape. And those areolas—big and pink, so damn cute. Right now, they were a bit swollen. Nipples hard as rocks.
"Whoa?! Sis, why are your areolas puffed up?!"
I yelled in shock!
"Wh-wha?! Y-you! Hey! H-hey...! You fuck! What're you saying?!"
Pointing it out made her gasp, tremble, and sputter. She didn't even realize she was embarrassed—her areolas and nipples all puffed! This was punishable!
"Look! Nipples standing at attention too! What the hell?!"
"Shut up!"
Anyway, I snuck my hands under her tits. The second they sank into soft flesh, she let out a lewd cry.
"Hiiyuueeeek?!"
"What moan was that..."
Her body's too sensitive.
And kinda cute for her age. Anyway, I gripped her tits, rubbing slow. She leaned her head back against me, trembling.
"Hrng...! Hak! Hngkuut...! Haang, haaaang..."
So sensitive—just a little touch and she's clamping her legs, bucking her hips. Pleasure from her tits mixing with pain from moving—looked rough.
Out of courtesy, I skipped the nipples, heading to her belly, but Karin moaned,
"H-haaang...! N-nipples...! Pull my nipples...!"
"Y-yes?"
"Pull them...!"
"..."
I touched her nipples as requested. Then—
"Hknguuut...!!!"
A scream of ecstasy! No way it'd be this sensitive without tons of play. I pinched her rock-hard nipples, yanking and teasing hard.
"Haat, haang...! Hrng! Aang, aang...! Haaaang...!"
"Jesus..."
She was climaxing.
Her body shook big as she pressed her tits into my hands, begging "More... more...!" like a tease.
Not a lewd spinster, my ass...
"Pinch 'em... pinch now..."
Her voice even had aegyo now. No resisting that. I squeezed her nipples hard, twisting.
"Hngkuuuut! Hiiut! Haaaang...! Nipples...! Feels so gooood!!!!!"
Just pinching, and this reaction. I mauled her swollen areolas and nipples, repaying the life debt.
"Hyaaaaaaaah!!!! Hng, haang! Good!! Nipples too good...!!"
I was squeezing hard, but she wasn't hurting—she loved it more. This pervert bitch! Cumming buckets from nipples alone!
"How much nipple masturbation have you done?!"
Squeeze!
I crushed them like I meant to pop 'em!
"Khruuuugh!!!!! Haaat...!!!"
Some mix of pain and moan exploded. They say pain and pleasure are a fine line. Maybe she's played so much it hurts good.
"How much, you pervert sis?!"
"N-not much! Just an hour or two a day... haaaang!!"
That's a ton!
"That's a fuckton! Pervert spinster! Two hours pinching nipples? Sane?!"
I eased up after the answer.
She shuddered, yelling defensively,
"Wh-what! Nothing to masturbate to at night but that! What else?!"
It was the cry of a manless spinster.
"Can't sleep... horniness boiling... alone in bed rubbing nipples and pussy, so lonely you wouldn't get it!!! Feels good though... not enough... so till dawn! Why!!!"
My heart grew heavy.
Pitiful? No way. Just lewd. Who jerks off till dawn! Pinching nipples too!
"Fucking every day! Nipples so pinched now that's all I feel! Areolas fuck! They're huge now, see?! So embarrassing!"
Haa... haa...
After venting, Karin caught her breath.
Probably took big mental damage from her mouth-battle with Liztina today, acting tough outside. Explains the harsh words.
Anyway, time to comfort this pervy sis.
"Nah, not that big, sis."
"..."
"Average size. Be proud. You don't know, but this is prime. Visual appeal... sexy areolas."
I soothed her calmly, still fixated on her areolas. Not flattery. I genuinely liked 'em.
True talk.
"So, sis."
I moved from tormenting nipples to soaping belly and waist. Whispered in her ear,
"Be proud of your areolas. You're the areola champ."
Sis is the areola champion.
No need to be shy.
"...You calling this comfort? You're mocking me, fucker?"
She turned, said it after thinking. What? Didn't like "areola champ"?
"Huh? No way."
"Fuck! I confessed my shame, and you mock... hngkuuut?!!!"
Vibe turning bad, so I quick-pinched her nipple. She melted instantly, leaning into me.
"If mocking, wouldn't touch this tenderly."
"..."
After, Karin leaked soft moans, taking my teasing.
She was enjoying it. Pinched hard for a while, then risky—moved to thighs. "Haa..." She sighed small.
"...Do below now."
"What?"
"...Touch below."
All strength gone, leaning on me. How many nipple orgasms had she had?
"Can't hold back anymore..."
No words, just cupped her pussy with my palm. Pubic hair felt fresh. Stroked it like a dog's head for ages.
"Hya, hyaat... Not there... lower. Deeper..."
"..."
Hand lower as asked. Expert flick over her entrance—her back arched like a bow.
"Kyaaaaat...! Khr... haa... s-so intense...!"
"For what..."
Rubbed steady now, and Karin turned full girl.
"Hrng...! Haang...! Hng, haat, good! So good...!"
Like with nipples, I teased her pussy rough.