Chapter 313
Chapter 313
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 313
Chapter Title: Springtime
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Somehow, it didn't feel like proper recuperation even though I was supposed to be resting.
Unable to work and stuck at home doing rehab exercises, Claudy and Winia came at me every other day like they wanted to devour me whole. It was a daily ordeal that left my dick utterly battered.
They drained me more than usual, so instead of recovering, I was withering away in real time. With no time left to go out and work—replaced entirely by lewd acts—it was only natural.
My hands... are shaking... Meanwhile, why did it feel like their skin was getting even smoother and softer?
With smiles plastered on their faces, as if all their stress had vanished, they responded to my devoted service with inhuman cycles of vicious indulgence.
It felt good, but damn, I felt like I was going to die.
"Ugh..."
Winia had gotten seriously into bonsai as a hobby to raise the Alraune flower. She'd splurged on fancy pots and tools.
The flower in its stylish pot did have a certain elegant charm.
Truly an expensive bloom.
No wonder tycoons traveled the world collecting exotic plants to craft nightmare gardens.
The red petals looked like jewels carved from rubies—artisan craftsmanship. It was undeniably seductive. Unlike the monster it came from, this real flower let its beauty shine pure and full.
~Patter patter.
After fucking till dawn and waking up late, I watered the pot—Alraune flower, shortened to Raune. It made me feel like some no-good house husband.
I was alone in the room right now.
They were out scouring the Magic Tower and library for info on the flower. They'd drilled it into me: stay put and behave. I didn't even think about going out.
Winia seemed anxious I'd run into danger again. Claudy, on the other hand, had encouraged me to go solo.
If Winia's worries ramped up just a bit more, I had a bad feeling I'd end up leashed inside the house... Nah, no way.
Not in this day and age.
Above all, they loved having me home. I couldn't figure out why they preferred me lounging around over me working.
Was it just because they could use me freely?
These lewd bitches!!!
Probably the moment they got home today, it'd start up again.
~Fwoosh!
Anyway, after watering Raune, I ran through my Executor Fist Arts for a quick stretch and checked my body's condition.
Even in recuperation, I couldn't just lie around like dead weight.
Muscles melt the instant you stop using them, and combat sense dulls the moment you slack off. A warrior's true greatest enemy isn't a fierce foe—it's a comfy bed.
~Shing.
"Shit."
Drawing my sword revealed it was covered in nicks. It was on the verge of shattering. The durability had tanked from using Executor Cleave.
Once my body felt better, I'd splurge on a good new one. Something like a rare metal blade would be perfect... Well, a craftsman doesn't blame his tools.
~Fwoosh!
Executor Fist Arts followed by Executor Sword Arts.
~Whoosh whoosh!
Water flows, gathers into rapids, and finally crashes as a waterfall—my strikes tore through space in utterly efficient arcs.
With my swordsmanship honed to the limit and murderous experience from real battles, each swing carried ever greater power. I could feel it clearly.
My senses hadn't dulled.
On the contrary, as a reward from battling those Dryads, I'd advanced to a whole new realm.
I wanted to swing till exhaustion to test my current limits, but considering my body, I called it here.
~And then.
"Executor Cleave!"
~Fwoosh!
Right before stopping, I gathered my inner energy for one peak strike... but it fell short of that otherworldly blow.
The phantom power I'd felt was gone—not even a fragment remained. Like a morning dream forgotten by lunchtime, not even a hazy impression lingered.
"...Frustrating."
That ultimate slash had gifted me a bizarre thrill.
Enough to crave tasting it again.
~Clunk.
Sheathing the sword, I moved to rehab-cum-physical training.
Push-ups and squats right away—no strain, just maintaining condition. After repetitions, sweat poured from every pore.
Feels refreshing.
Still worried about muscle loss, though.
"Hoo."
Fatigue crashed in post-workout, proving I wasn't at full strength yet.
Seemed like a bit more time to full recovery.
No, if we cut back on sex, I'd bounce back quick... Pouring all my vitality into Claudy and Winia's insides, it felt like they were sucking my essence dry.
Damn it.
If I could just stay on top, I wouldn't lose essence like this...!
"..."
I shook off stray thoughts and shut my mouth.
~Silence.
Extend my arm, spread my fingers.
Draw mana from within, focus it to a point.
And declare.
"Heavenly Demon Death Beam."
~...
Nothing happened... As expected.
The Heavenly Demon Death Beam—a realm beyond dreams for my current self.
Thanks to the Alraune's illusion, I'd confronted my inner world again. With aid from ancient gods and sages there, I'd temporarily surpassed my limits—but that was it.
"Just a possibility."
It was merely one possibility manifesting in a moment.
Possibilities aren't 100%.
Not guaranteed—just "it could happen."
"But I'm the man who turns possibilities into reality, Kim Katt."
I'll make it mine, no matter what.
Afterward, I kept training a bit more—Executor Cleave, chasing the Heavenly Demon Death Beam sensation, testing this and that. Results? Zero. What good is it when I'm not at full health?
~Splash.
Ate, washed up, and flopped back into bed. Body went limp, fatigue hitting hard. Nap now to have energy tonight.
Claudy and Winia really sucked the stamina out of me—they went wild and still bounced back full of vigor.
"..."
Lying down, I called out to my inner self.
~...
No reply.
Only mana wriggling through my muscles.
I circulated it through my body, practicing finer control. Call it self-directed mana training, not physical.
Karin said mana cultivation varies wildly per person—no standard curriculum.
So, self-training to find and evolve what suits me best—that's the path to growth.
Luckily, my mana control was as free as moving limbs. Tweaked it a bit, then settled for sleep.
~...
The mana coiled inside had grown from training and battles, but starting low, no drastic change.
Now, I could probably squeeze out two shaky Executor Slashes. Test when back to normal.
"Ah."
Come to think of it, hadn't seen Karin in a while. No 4P sessions lately either. Once recovered...
~Knock knock.
A knock at the door.
I opened it without thinking.
"What? Thought my hubby was missing, but here you are?"
"Huh? Karin?"
It was Karin.
"Wait, what about the guild?"
"Just stepped out. Heard you went missing? Came to check, and you're here?"
"Oh, that..."
Karin slipped in expertly, kicked off her long boots, and plopped into a chair she'd pulled out. Claudy must've told her about the disappearance.
I gave her the short version of events.
"Lost in the jungle? Hahaha, you dumbass. Worried you got fucked to death, hubby. Guild kept me too busy to search."
"Who told you I was missing?"
"Miss Claudy... She mentioned it. Said she'd let me know. Man, your main wife still rubs me wrong. Feels awkward saying it. Like my mom back home."
She added that it was better than calling her "mage girl," scanned the room, grinned, and said,
"Alone, huh? Where'd they go?"
"Yeah. Magic Tower this morning."
"Magic Tower? Hmm, so just us two, then."
"Yep."
Figured it'd turn out like this.
"Lucky me. Whatcha doing?"
"Hm? Doing what?"
"What, no dick out? Hurry up and let's fuck! Been masturbating till dawn without you, shit."
~Rustle rustle.
Karin bolted up, face flushed, stripping in a flash. Under ten seconds, she was in her underwear.
"Got addicted to your cock lately—nothing else satisfies. Time's short, so quick and done."
She embodied the lewd spinster (formerly), her black lingerie provocatively skimpy.
A tank top bra half-corset style, exposing shoulders, fabric barely covering past the nipples given her bust size. Bottom matched—minimal coverage.
"What's with the lingerie?"
"Like it? Got into this stuff lately. Check it out. Sexy, right? Good thing I wear it daily."
She struck poses, flaunting her curves. Wait, collecting lingerie to show me?
Ponytail bared her neck fully—perfect synergy with the tank top.
"Fucking hot."
"Kyahaha."
Grinning happily, she stood before me and slowly slid off her panties. Despite being milked till dawn, my cock was already straining at full mast.
"Anyway, no time. Pound me quick. Gotta head back to guild soon."
Like a snake, she coiled around me, whispering hot in my ear while gripping and stroking my shaft slow.
"I'm a patient, can't fuck."
"Patient? Bullshit. Looks healthy as hell here."
"No, dick aside, fuck. I mean..."
I eased back to bed, lay down, and continued. The gist: lost in jungle, encountered stronger foe. Transcended limits in a flash for victory.
Figured swordmaster Karin could advise.
She listened atop me, kneeling astride, then replied.
"Transcending limits... Yeah, happens sometimes. Saw it mercenary days... Wait, Dryad Queen?"
I'd toned it down to spare worry.
No Alraune mention.
"Hmm."
Staring at my face, Karin said,
"I know you're aggressive and a natural killer, but careful from now on."
She'd worried plenty.
"No, wasn't on purpose. Didn't expect it."
"Idiot. When sis says something, just say 'yes ma'am.' Wanna get hit? You're not guild now—you're hubby, so I can smack you. Careful means careful."
"Yes."
Domestic violence? Hell no.
I answered meekly; she continued.
"Advice: told you it happens. Yeah, saw guys survive near-death power-ups. Not always—plenty died chasing it."
Bare as she was, kneeling over my hips, her serious face got me seriously riled.
~Spurt.
Pre-cum leaked.
"One slip, and you'll end up like them. Can't watch that. Finally got a good hubby—won't let you die."
One more reason not to die.
I nodded slowly in apology.
Of course I'd be careful.
"...My pussy's molded to your shape now, too."
Gazing down, face red, she averted her eyes and muttered.
What?
"What, what?"
"Unless you plan custom dildos off yours, be careful, you fucker."
Ah, that line... too fucking hot...
"Anyway... Can't really help. Mana and enlightenment are personal. Just train hard and don't die."
As expected.
Mana and insights—gotta do solo.
"Fuck, wasted time talking. Let's go?"
"Yeah."
With that, she impaled herself on me and started cowgirl.
"Ahh...!"