Chapter 101: Acquiring Weapons - 17
Chapter 101: Acquiring Weapons - 17
"Ah..."
As the rigid length pressed into the secret spring between her legs, Lijin flinched with fear.
Her body went stiff, but Jiha kept pressing forward without pause.
Squelch. Squish.
The hard flesh forced its way through, parting the soft skin that had been sealed shut.
Her body was already flushed and wet, so the resistance was faint.
"Ah— ahk... Haa... Uh... Kgh... It hurts... it hurts."
Lijin shook her head, struggling desperately to endure.
Savoring the tight, aching grip that clamped around him, Jiha pushed in without a word.
Lijin's upper body curled forward reflexively, but Jiha held her pinned below the waist.
"Hrrgh... Haaah..."
Caught from below, the woman trembled, letting out low cries as she took him in.
Jiha pressed through the clenching convulsions of the passage that tried to resist him, and once he was buried to the hilt, he stayed still for a moment.
Gripping tight.
"Haah, haaah..."
Having taken the full length of him, Lijin blinked blankly, unable to speak.
Groans of pain kept leaking through her clenched lips.
"Mmm."
Jiha, on the other hand, groaned of pleasure.
Lijin's inner flesh was covered in countless little bumps, and with every breath she drew, the bumps rubbed against his shaft in an exquisite sensation.
Reading her reaction, Jiha slowly pulled back.
"Hurgh. Kgh— haah..."
As the flesh that had been spread by force began to close again, Lijin spasmed, her upper body folding forward as she fought the pain.
When Jiha kept withdrawing without stopping, she couldn't take it anymore—she cried out and shook her head wildly.
"Kgh... urgh. N-no... it hurts... s-stop..."
Jiha had a point to make: theory and real experience are different. He didn't stop.
"Ung... krgh— haah... it hurts..."
He'd nearly pulled all the way out, leaving just the head inside, and when he thrust back in, Lijin screamed weakly.
"Hak— kg... Hahk, hahk..."
Pain so sharp she couldn't even make a sound. Jiha whispered into her pitifully trembling ear.
"Want me to stop?"
"Th..."
Lijin started to nod instinctively, then froze.
She gathered her frayed reason with effort and forced the words out.
"I-I'm fine. Please... keep going."
"..."
For a moment like this, she passed.
Jiha wrapped his arms around Lijin's waist and slowly pushed forward while stroking her soft breasts.
He ran his lips over her rigid neck, then caressed her taut stomach.
The body that had been groaning from pain deep in her abdomen began to tremble for a different reason.
"Ahk— hrrgh... kgh."
The moment he sensed the resistance in Lijin's body ease, Jiha slowly pushed all the way in.
This time, instead of pulling out immediately, he gripped her chin, turned her head, and kissed her.
"Haak, haht..."
Struggling for breath through the pain, Lijin stuck out her tongue first.
It was her way of fighting to escape the agony of being pierced by a man for the first time.
Jiha met her clumsy but eager tongue and lazily ran his hands over her sweat-slick body.
From her slender thighs to the concave curve of her waist, up to breasts that swelled just right in his grip—he squeezed them tight.
"Hrng— krht."
Lijin, who had been the one offering her tongue, furrowed her brows and convulsed.
As her body shook, the walls lined with dense bumps writhed, clamping down hard on the shaft buried inside her.
Holding her heated body from behind, buried to the hilt, kneading flesh that had ripened perfectly to the touch—waves of pleasure came from the tickling, scraping sensation along his length.
Jiha didn't move. Instead, he gently rolled Lijin's nipples between his fingers.
When he only touched her and stayed still, Lijin was the one who broke the kiss first, eyeing him cautiously.
"...You can move now."
"..."
"I heard that men... feel better when they move... Is that wrong?"
Lijin spoke through her embarrassment.
Having worked at a tavern and gotten friendly with the girls there, she had picked up a certain amount of knowledge about relations between men and women.
When Jiha stared directly at her, Lijin forced a smile.
"I'm feeling... a little better now."
Jiha let out a soft laugh and drew his hips back firmly.
Unlike before, the motion was quick to pull out—Lijin's upper body crumpled again as she sucked in a breath.
"Hurgh. Haa-ahk— haht... aghk."
At the pain-laced moan, Jiha stopped and asked.
"Still fine?"
"Haak, haaht... haak."
Lijin was too busy gasping for breath to answer.
"I get that you're smart. I get that you're perceptive. But at times like this, just be honest and leave it to me. Don't overthink it."
"I'm sorry..."
Lijin's shoulders quivered as she stammered the apology.
Jiha ran his palm over her sweat-drenched back, and she let out a choked sigh.
The pain of being deflowered was impossible not to struggle through, but Lijin's endurance was excessive.
"I wanted you to enjoy it, Jiha..."
"What's got you so anxious?"
"..."
Lijin hesitated and pressed her lips shut.
But Jiha had more or less figured it out.
Being born a half-elf had taught her to read people's moods far beyond her years.
Having guessed the shape of it, Jiha tilted his head and kissed her.
"Stick your tongue out."
Lijin obeyed with confused eyes, not quite understanding.
Jiha caught her tongue between his lips and sucked on it slowly and deeply.
Smack. Slurp. Suck— pop.
A lewd kiss chasing only pleasure. Lijin's eyes grew wet.
Taking his time, Jiha pulled his hips back and rubbed just the head around her entrance.
"Nn— hrrgh..."
As only the tip pushed in and pulled out in slow repetition rather than the whole shaft, Lijin's furrowed brows softened.
Before, it had been a steel spear piercing through her body. Now, it was light prodding with an awl.
Sluurp. Squish.
"Krng, krrng..."
As Lijin whimpered at the bearable pain, Jiha extended his tongue and rubbed it against hers.
Not pressing their lips together—just their tongues out, mingling. At the obscenity of it, Lijin couldn't look at him properly, her eyes cast downward.
Then Jiha pushed deeper.
The rhythm shifted: from only the head going in to about a third of his length thrusting and pulling out. Lijin frowned.
"Hng, hrrng... kgh."
When Lijin moaned around his tongue, Jiha pulled her head in and kissed her again.
This time, their tongues tangled between their lips. Under the relentless, deep kiss, Lijin's body quivered and shook.
And all the while, Jiha's hips kept moving.
The passage was still tight and fighting him, but it resisted less than before—only natural, since he'd been deliberately rough at the start.
"Haah, haht— haht..."
When their lips parted, Lijin let out a sobbing moan.
It still hurt—her face was pained—but there was a sweet edge to her breathing now.
He'd been thrusting only halfway and pulling out, but when he pushed all the way in, the wet passage clenched around him in surprise.
The bumpy texture squeezed and teased his shaft from every side.
"Hrrgh— haht— kgh..."
Lijin was still in pain, but not to the point of thrashing like before.
Seeing her eyelashes tremble with the heat of pleasure, Jiha asked quietly.
"You get it now?"
"...Yes."
Lijin's answer was small.
She was admitting that she truly hadn't known anything about relations between men and women, about men.
"Then behave yourself from now on. I like cute girls."
"Yes..."
A declaration of surrender—that she'd stop the cheeky act of subtly defying him. At the genuinely apologetic look in her eyes, Jiha nodded.
"Good, then..."
With that settled, Jiha enjoyed her body and moved his hips.
Inside the heated passage, in the tight honey pot that had known no man, he carved his existence while pulling her body tight against him with both hands.
Soft flesh warmed by arousal—everywhere he touched was tender and firm.
"Nn— hrrgh, krr..."
Each time his hips moved and pulled back, her slender body shuddered and gasped.
His hand, stroking the inside of Lijin's thigh, moved to her cleft.
"Hang... haht..."
As the man pushed in and pulled out, teasing her secret bud, Lijin let out a feverish moan.
The pleasure washing over her made Lijin's body go stiff as a board.
But inside, it was the opposite—her inner flesh softened further, writhing as if to welcome Jiha deeper.
"Up top says one thing, but down below is pretty honest."
"Th..."
When Lijin turned her eyes away, Jiha kissed her so she couldn't escape.
Unable to bear the shame, Lijin squeezed her eyes shut. Then Jiha's hips began to move in earnest.
Slap. Slap.
The best thing about the position where the woman lies on her side and gets taken was how little stamina it used—easy to move, easy to keep going for a long time.
Jiha kissed her and kept thrusting and pulling out in slow, deep strokes. Lijin started sucking and nibbling his lips on her own.
He let her, driving his now even harder shaft deep inside.
"Nn— hrng... haht, haak..."
Lijin, who had been sucking his lips, couldn't take the pleasure anymore. She stopped and gasped for air.
So Jiha wrapped an arm around her neck, kneaded her breasts, and moved his hips in deep strokes before pulling out.
"Haah, haah... J-Jiha..."
With her insides constantly churned, Lijin looked at him anew and called his name.
As if that was the signal, a tightening sensation began coiling deep in his thighs.
"Hoo, hoo..."
"Hrrng. Haht..."
As Jiha's movements quickened, Lijin struggled to kiss him and met his eyes.
A gesture to make him feel even a little better, somehow. She'd been lightly biting his lower lip when she seemed to remember something and hurriedly said,
"Ah, inside is..."
"Be quiet."
He'd thought she was getting a little tamed, but here she was acting cheeky again. Time to put her down.
Jiha grabbed her head, covered her lips, and shut her up. Then he thrust in fast and deep, over and over, with his fully hardened shaft.
As if sensing the coming release, the waist of the woman in his arms trembled hard.
Her insides clamped down warmly in turn.
"Hoo, hoo..."
His breathing growing ragged, Jiha grabbed Lijin's slim waist even tighter and drove all the way in at the final moment.
Spurt—!
"Ah, haaht..."
Listening to the woman's sweet sob through the gap between their pressed lips, he buried himself in her deepest place and spilled his white seed as he pleased.
Their sweat-slick bodies pressed together without a gap, her body heat flowing into him.
Gush, gush...
Jiha stayed like that for a long while, keeping himself pressed deep inside.
Lijin lay still in his arms, just blinking her pleasure-hazed eyes as he held her.
"Hoo, hoo..."
A satisfaction that he'd finally knocked some of the bad habits out of her, mixed with the pleasure of release—satisfaction rose on Jiha's face.
"Haah..."
When Jiha pulled his lips away, Lijin carefully steadied her breathing.
Still deeply impaled on the man twitching inside her, Lijin was embarrassed but kept watching his expression.
"Um..."
"What?"
Was she about to complain that he'd finished inside?
But Lijin's face was apologetic instead.
"...I'm sorry you went to the trouble, but I can't have a child."
"..."
"I'm a half. It's impossible."
When Lijin apologized, Jiha fell silent.
Jiha had been through plenty, but a confession of infertility wasn't something he had an immediate answer for.
Lijin asked carefully,
"...Was it good for you, Jiha?"
"I'm not done yet."
Coming back to himself, Jiha caught Lijin's chin and pulled her toward him.
Realizing what he wanted, Lijin closed her eyes and kissed him.
A promise that she'd behave obediently from now on.