Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: [Interlude] Winia
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Winia led me to the inn where she was staying.
Even as she held my hand and walked, she kept glancing at my face anxiously, as if she feared I'd vanish if she didn't.
Her hand didn't feel particularly warm against my chilled heart.
The place we arrived at was a pretty upscale inn. The kind of luxury spot where most adventurers couldn't even dream of spending a single night. A guard stood watch in front of the grand building.
Sure enough, being a mage meant she had money to burn, so she was staying in a nice place like this. Probably booked it when she came from Krasheim to hunt ogres.
With Winia leading the way by the hand, we went up to the third floor. Her room was at the far end of the hall. We went inside.
—Creak.
—Click.
I closed the door behind us. It was a spacious room. Fitting for a high-end inn, there was an extra room, plus a shower and even a toilet. A fresh fragrance lingered in the air. I couldn't tell if it was Winia's preferred perfume.
The whole setup felt like a two-room officetel. If the ceiling fixtures were modern lights instead of lanterns, I could've sworn it was some classy concept hotel with a vintage vibe. With enough money, you could live like a human even in this world.
"..."
It was a big room, but now it held only me and Winia.
Once we were alone, she looked up at me. Her flushed face was streaked with long tear stains. Her pink-tinted lips looked impossibly moist, much like her teary eyes.
She wasn't teasing me with her usual sly grin, nor puffing out her cheeks in annoyance. She just stared at me with those anxious, girlish eyes. I'd never seen this side of Winia before—it felt brand new.
She didn't seem to care about covering the cleavage peeking from her disheveled robe. Or was she doing it on purpose? Her half-exposed, bursting breasts glistened seductively, wet with tears.
I raised my hand.
"...Eek!"
Winia flinched back as if scared.
What could a mage like her possibly fear? She could incinerate me and force me to my knees in an instant if she wanted.
But girls are fragile creatures. Winia was at least five years younger than me. She cowered like a frightened girl.
Of course, I had no intention of hitting her.
I reached out and stroked her hair. That fake-looking pink hair. Strands like silken pink threads slipped through my fingers like water. She must take good care of it. Brushing it made my hand itch. My hand itched, and so did my heart.
A strange feeling stirred, but I stayed cold.
My hand slid to her cheek. Like a well-trained dog, she accepted my touch. I caressed her face for a long time. Her skin was soft. Winia didn't resist or reject it.
She just stayed silent, as if savoring the warmth of my hand.
"...Fuck."
Her pathetic display ignited my rage.
Like clumped filth overflowing a sewer, dark emotions constricted my heart.
My anger hadn't faded.
If anything, Cloudy had amplified it, burrowing deeper into my soul. I just didn't want to show it to her.
Seeing Winia like this drove me mad. She wasn't supposed to show me this weak side. She was the bitch who'd treated me with malice forever.
Something snapped in my head.
"...Kyaa, kyaah!"
On pure impulse, I roughly pulled her into my arms and kissed her. I shoved my forearm under her armpits and hoisted her up. Her feet left the ground as she let out a moan.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment but accepted my assault. Held up by me, she couldn't even squirm.
—Slurp, smooch.
Our tongues tangled. Winia was clumsy but desperately moved hers to rub against mine. I savagely stole the lips of this enemy-like woman. I pushed my tongue deep, kissing her as if to choke her.
"Hmph, hmmph... Mmgh..."
A pleasant scent wafted from her. Was this how Winia smelled? I pressed closer to savor it more.
Her massive breasts squished against my chest. Incredible weight. These were Winia's legendary tits I'd only seen before. I grabbed her shoulders and tore off her robe.
Like stripping a slut.
"...Eek!"
Winia moaned.
I dropped the torn robe to the floor and set her down.
She averted her eyes and tried to cover her breasts with her arms.
"..."
I stared at Winia's body, clad only in purple short boots and pure white underwear. Big breasts, slim waist, childbearing hips. She had a captivating figure.
With such a feminine body, why had she treated me so harshly? If those breasts overflowed with maternal instinct, couldn't she have been a little kinder?
Anyway, astonishing tits. Winia was the only woman I'd seen with breasts that huge. Sure, wearing just that under her robe made sense, but seeing those massive mounds barely contained by white lingerie sparked thoughts.
No wonder her overwhelming mana came from those. With two pockets bigger than her head, she'd never run short on mana.
"B-blackie..."
I grabbed her shoulders with my brutish hands.
Her trembling transmitted through my palms. I said nothing. Silently, I unhooked her bra. Winia just avoided my gaze. Swish. I held the removed bra in my hand.
It was warm. Fresh from wrapping her bursting tits, it was hot.
And huge, as befitted a container for such enormity.
I almost put it on my head but set it on the nearby drawer instead.
Even for me, that would've been too much.
"S-stop!"
Her face beet red, Winia whimpered and tried to cover her breasts. But they were too big; her arms could only hide her nipples. I grabbed her wrists and yanked them up.
"Kyaa!"
Her massive tits jiggled into full view.
Winia's nipples matched her hair—pink. The areolas were a bit large, as expected. She didn't resist. She just moaned with her flushed face.
"Eugh...!"
Those overwhelming breasts were right in front of me. My dick was already at its limit, swollen hard. No man could stay unmoved by tits like that. I stripped off all my clothes.
I dragged Winia by the hand and flung her onto the bed. She screamed but did nothing else. I climbed on top of her, bodies overlapping.
Our faces were close. My dangling hair brushed her face. I felt her breath. Even her heartbeat seemed to pulse through me. Mine pounded like it would burst.
"Winia."
Swallowing the whirlwind of emotions, I called her name. Tears streamed down her face as she avoided my eyes. She'd been dodging my gaze since earlier. As if I could tolerate that.
"Kgh...!"
I seized her tits. One wasn't enough; I gripped both, squeezing hard. Winia let out a pained moan. They were too big to fit in my hands.
I roughly kneaded both tits.
"Hic... Kgh! A-ah, it hurts! Blackie, it hurts, hurts...!"
Winia cried out in pain.
"K-haa! Hng! Blackie, stop...!"
But I didn't stop. I massaged and rubbed them like I was trying to rip them off. Not satisfied, I twisted and pinched her nipples. I repaid her torment tenfold onto those tits.
"Kgh...!"
I abused her breasts with ruthless hands.
Today, I was the tit abuser.
From now on, I was the Futaba Park Tit Abuse Crew.
Each movement of my hands drew agonized moans from Winia.
"Hngh! Hic! Khic...!"
Thinking she could atone for my pain with her tits was a mistake.
I tormented her massive breasts endlessly. No matter how much I abused them, it didn't match what she'd done to me. I pinned her writhing body and kneaded freely, like forcing out nonexistent milk.
Her huge tits bouncing at my whim stimulated my masculinity to the extreme. Men are beasts born with savage violence.
"Kgh...! Ggh, kyaa! Khak, n-nipples, hurts! Khic!"
After venting my fury on her tits for so long, Winia shrieked, unable to endure more. I stopped.
Regaining her breath, she glared at me again.
"Blackie...!"
Tears welled in her flushed eyes. I'd kneaded mercilessly; of course it hurt. Her breasts were bright red.
Half-sitting up, she covered them with her arms, her face venomous as she spat my name accusingly.
In response, I gritted my teeth and said,
My face twisted.
"Why."
She'd seduced me. She'd dragged me to her room. But if that's what she wanted, I was ready to leave anytime. Cloudy mattered more than Winia.
"Don't like it?"
Winia looked flustered and dropped her head again.
"..."
"Should I just go?"
If not, no choice. I started to stand. Then—
"...Don't go."
Winia grabbed my hand. Half-risen, I turned to look at her. The venomous expression was gone, replaced by pure pitifulness.
Like she loved me, liked me, couldn't let go—like that.
I was furious.
Disgusted.
It enraged me that she could make that face at me. I couldn't understand it.
Fine, then. I'd give her what she wanted.
"—Hah?!"
I pinned her shoulder with one hand.
And mercilessly shoved the other into her panties.
"Kyaa, kyaah! W-wait! Stop! Stop, wait...!"
As my hand entered her panties, Winia thrashed like she was having a fit. If she was unhappy, she could just firebolt me. Of course, she didn't. I groped her pussy like I'd done her tits.
"H-haa?! H-haa! H...aa...! B-blackie, wait...! Just wait a sec...! Hiii?!"
Winia weakly grabbed my forearm to stop me, but a male's lust ravaging reason couldn't be stopped by frail hands.
"Kgh...!"
My palm felt her sparse pubic hair. They say a woman's bush matches her head hair—I'd confirm it now. Cloudy didn't have any.
I stroked her clit and entrance with my fingers, then—
"Kyaaaaak!!!"
—yanked her panties off.
The white panties tore right off and flew into the air.
Kim Katt here was a total bastard, so I didn't even try to take them off properly—just ripped them.
I was a goddamn beast.
Anyway, things had gone this far, so I had to wreck as much of Winia's stuff as possible. Call it intentional property damage. It wouldn't satisfy me otherwise.
Winia screamed. Music to my ears.
"Hic... Hic... Hngh..."
And soon sobbed.
"..."
Her pussy was fully exposed. The bush was pink too.
Winia chose to cover her eyes with her arms rather than her crotch. Naked except for shoes, hiding her face and crying, she looked utterly helpless.
I placed my hand on her thigh. She flinched again. I rubbed it, then slid upward. Winia's pussy was already soaking wet. I put my hand there.