Chapter 315
Chapter 315
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 315
Chapter Title: Springtime
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ㅡSlurp. Slurp.
The moment I opened my eyes in the morning, I realized my ears on both sides were being sucked. Cloudy and Winia were enthusiastically sucking on my ears from either side while stroking the upright thing standing tall.
"Blackie's awake?"
"Katt, sleep well?"
They pulled their mouths away from my ears and spoke in affectionate tones.
"Yeah... Slept like a rock."
Though my recovery period had dragged on quite a bit, after a few weeks, I could feel my body returning to normal. If they hadn't drained my essence, the recovery time would've been cut in half.
Even after stuffing myself with all sorts of stamina-boosting foods and whatever else they claimed was good for me, it still took this long. Talk about luxury—luxury to excess, leaving my body utterly spent.
But no more getting sucked dry.
"Kyaa!"
Starting the morning by slamming my hips down full force made them climax more intensely than riding me nearly ten times in cowgirl position. They collapsed onto the bed.
"Haa... haa... Katt, this is what you wanted... Can't get satisfied doing it myself."
"Worth nursing Blackie back... haaht."
The two women panted hot breaths, gazing at me with moist eyes. Endless desire burned from their bodies pumped full of stamina foods, but I held back.
"So that's why you exploited me sexually like that?"
"Yeah. And I wanted to nurse you too."
"Thanks to you, I'm fully charged."
Even so, after a few ejaculations, I felt refreshed. This morning workout should suffice. I washed up right away and donned my gear.
Putting on armor after so long stirred fighting spirit within me.
"Blackie going out?"
"Yeah. Body's recovered enough, time to get moving again."
"Blackie, rest a few more days. Yeah? Stay with me."
"Laziness is the warrior's enemy, mage."
"Quit your bullshit and come suck these tits."
"..."
In the end, swayed by Winia's words, I went right to her, roughly grabbed her breasts, and sucked her nipples.
"Hngkyaht!"
Winia's breasts were magnificent tits of unparalleled beauty compared to any woman in the world. I teased them with my tongue, stimulating the sensitive spots intensely, sucking the nipples like a baby, but no milk came out.
All that came were moans.
...Deep regret washed over me.
How great it would be if milk came out here.
Still, with the bizarre thought that it might come if I kept sucking, I lost myself in it, sucking endlessly until Winia climaxed three times from her nipples alone and went limp.
"...Katt."
Cloudy, who had been watching the whole time, called me.
"Do me too."
"Mama!!"
"Hee hee hee, Mama's nipples?"
It didn't take long for Cloudy, showing maternal affection, to transform into a half-elf lost in lust.
Sucking her nipples while rubbing below with my hand, I made her climax until she begged me to stop, then headed outside.
ㅡClack clack.
The outside world after so long looked utterly peaceful.
People going about their usual business, merchants traveling by cart. Aside from the energetic spring atmosphere everywhere, nothing had changed at all.
First things first, today I'm buying a sword.
Also planning to repair some gear, swap out anything decent I spot. Better equipment means higher win rates and stability.
Karin wanted to come along to look at swords, so I headed straight to the Swordsmen's Guild.
ㅡHah!
ㅡTaat!
The moment I entered the guild, kiais echoed.
Quite a few people were training in the sparring grounds. I spotted Karin teaching swordsmanship to other guild members.
"Guildmaster?"
"Y-Yeah. You're here?"
Correcting herself, she signaled with her eyes to wait inside. I entered the guild building and went up to her room on the second floor.
Looking out the window, I could see the guild had more members now.
Like the New Year's gym rush, spring brought a surge of people wanting to learn swordplay. Spring truly is a brutal season.
Anyway, with Karin's finances improving, I could already imagine her smiling.
Come to think of it, had the Martial Fighters Guild fixed their building?
"Oh."
Sitting idly in the room out of boredom, I glanced around... and spotted something peeking out from under the pillow on the bed.
"What's this."
I picked it up to check. The black object's identity was a long, thick rod with a rounded, slick design at the end.
"..."
This looks just like mine, fuck... It felt kinda wet, so I pretended not to notice and shoved it back under the pillow.
Yeah, my big sis could have one of those.
That weird rod made even being alone feel awkward. Soon after, footsteps approached.
Karin entered.
"Man, you look better. Face is good."
"That's why I came."
Karin sat beside me, chatting about how new recruits had her busy lately. Asked if it was tough—she said no, just no time.
"That fight with Liztina bitch last time got us some good publicity."
"Heh heh, yeah?"
It had been an epic clash.
"Anyway, since you're here, let's fuck."
ㅡRustle.
Karin naturally slipped off her pants and panties, climbed onto the bed, and lay down. Without a word, I stripped too, kissed her naturally, mounted her, and started having perfectly peaceful sex.
ㅡSlap slap.
"Ahng...! Fuck! Fuck! This is fucking amaaaazing!!!"
I finished after three creampies.
"But I came to ask about sword shopping today."
"Ah... But sis is busy. Can't go with you... Ahng! Fuck...! This is so fucking good...! Haaangh!!"
Karin trembled in climax like Cloudy and Winia.
"Guess I go alone then. Any recommended smithy?"
Hugging Karin from behind, fondling her breasts and below, I asked. She moaned nonstop, answering laboriously.
"Hng... H-Hey! Stop groping already! Can't do more. Gotta teach the kids."
The moment I slipped fingers in, Karin angrily shoved me off.
She jumped up, pulled a scrap of paper from the drawer, scribbled something with an ink pen, and handed it to me.
"This place is decent. Go there for a sword. Skill check next time. Sis is swamped lately."
"Bummer. Wanted to go together. Wait, does sis even have days off? Feels like no."
"Nope. That's my motto from the start."
Lives hard.
"Why no days off?"
"Dunno. Never cared much, but lately kinda miss it."
Seems she ran the guild without breaks forever since nothing else to do and teaching was fun.
"Sorry for bailing after saying we'd go. Head out first. See you next time, hubby."
"No helping it."
I dressed and left first. Spotted Sheite, gave a quick greeting, and exited the guild. On the way out, I pulled out the paper from my pocket.
The recommended smithy was [Millerson's Smithy], with a super straightforward sign. Easy to find in the blacksmith-dense commercial district.
Been a while since I headed that way.
I set off, weaving through the streets.
ㅡStep step.
While walking, I checked my condition again. Senses sharp, body in peak form. Even if ambushed, I could respond instantly, tension heightened.
Good.
Condition perfect.
Could head out the walls for work right now, no issue.
"To Jongno, huh."
Habitually humming Seolun Teacher's compass song, I blinked and was in the commercial district.
This place, warm beyond spring's gentle heat into forge flames, bustled with workers, craftsmen, and merchants.
I glanced at goods displayed everywhere as I passed.
Where the hell is Millerson's smithy?
Asking at a street stall targeting workers while buying a skewer, I was told to check a back alley.
[Millerson's Smithy]
And here it was. Tucked in a corner, but steady traffic suggested it was solid.
Karin recommended it, so no way it's bad.
Stepping inside naturally, I smelled iron and felt heat.
ㅡKaaang! Kaaang!
ㅡKwaaang! Bang!
The smiths inside hammered like cursed sailors eternally at toil. Their trained labor muscles and efficient strikes exuded artisan pride.
Ignoring customers, they focused on work. Only a boy apprentice stuck to guests, explaining things.
Like other customers, I browsed the weapon displays, seeking a sword I liked.
Something sturdier and slightly longer than my current bastard sword. Budget around 10 silvers.
Should get a high-end one.
"Hoo."
Weapons on display were all savagely optimized for slaughter. Grabbing one, the edge was properly honed, balance excellent—fine smithy indeed.
"No, customer! Excellent eye!"
Then the apprentice boy approached dramatically. I just grabbed it randomly—what good eye, you punk.
"Excellent sword! Suits you perfectly!"
I immediately put it back.
Pulled out my half-broken sword and showed the boy.
"Looking for something bigger and sturdier than this."
"Uh... You use swords rough, huh?"
"Heh heh heh, swords are made for rough use, aren't they?"
"Eek!"
Leering like a infamous barbarian serial killer to tease, I shoved my face close. The boy freaked, fell on his ass, and bolted.
Boring punk.
I tested each displayed sword in hand.
Overall decent, but nothing satisfying. Some sturdy but subtly short, others perfect except the pommel.
Blade quality solid. But that made minor flaws glaring. I picked more seriously than choosing a Mother's Day gift.
Selecting a sword to live with me, to carve enemies.
Of course I'd be serious.
"Customer! How about this?"
The boy who'd fled returned hugging a huge sword. Went to fetch it? I grinned and gripped it.
But.
"Oh, fuck."
Pretty good.
Heavier than my old one, but center of gravity toward the hilt made it easier to handle.
Especially, wide blade promised great cutting power.
Grip a bit longer than standard two-handers—liked that.
"Can I swing it outside?"
"Of course! I'll guide you to the front yard!"
Followed the boy to the smithy's yard.
Raised the sword and unleashed full long sword forms, feeling it fully.
ㅡShweeeek!
The blade cleaved air cleanly, flowing seamlessly to next moves without hitch. Felt a bit hefty, but my trained, mana-enhanced body handled it fine.
Not stupidly long, just right—captured my heart.
Attack power clearly up.
With a bit more familiarity, it'd become the perfect murder weapon for my hands. Strong conviction hit me.
"This one. How much?"
"8 silvers!"
"Fucking pricey."
Handed over the money, and the boy rapid-fired details: what iron, who made it.
Summary: Skilled smith used good iron, took good time.
"Perfect claymore for your build! Made sturdy—no worries on durability!"
"Got it."
Strapped on my new sword and hit the streets.
Afterward, toured smithies repairing gauntlets, greaves, breastplate, bought daily necessities, and returned to the inn.