Chapter 198: The Swordsman and the Witch - 2
Chapter 198: The Swordsman and the Witch - 2
Jiha had given the order.
Leticia nodded and turned away immediately.
"I'll have Asira's location within an hour."
Barjet's dismissive attitude had clearly wounded her pride.
Once Leticia was gone, Yura glanced over at Enril.
"I'm sure Enril could find her in under thirty minutes, couldn't you?"
"What?"
Enril looked baffled.
Of course she had no intention of losing to Leticia, but why provoke a fight?
And from Yura, of all people, who was usually so gentle.
But as their eyes met, Enril frowned and turned away.
"......Make that fifteen minutes. I'll find out right away."
Click.
Then Enril was gone too, leaving Jiha and Yura alone in the lord's office.
Jiha leaned back against the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. "Why the fight?"
"......Mm, it wasn't a fight. It was a request."
A provocation unlike Yura—a signal for Enril to leave so she could be alone with Jiha.
Jiha tsked.
"Enril figured she owed you a debt from last time. Or was it more that you made sure she picked up on that nuance?"
"......."
The time Yura had taken Asira and Leticia and made herself scarce.
Enril had realized that Yura had done her a favor.
And that she'd just been asked to repay that debt now.
The intricate calculations that passed between women with a glance, a look, a flicker of expression.
Jiha lowered his head and suddenly felt weight settle onto his lap.
Yura had climbed onto him, her knees pressing lightly against his thighs.
"......You have some time, right? Until they find Asira's location."
"......."
Jiha didn't answer, just looked directly at her.
Yura was forcing a smile, but...... she seemed troubled by something.
He kept his voice calm.
"You're getting impatient."
"That's......."
At the café earlier, she'd managed to be seductive with a measure of confidence.
But now Yura was rushing, as if something were pushing her.
Jiha rubbed his chin and answered his own question.
"If you'd kept that psychological debt hanging over Enril, wouldn't it be better to play it from a stronger position? She'll be back in ten, twenty minutes at the latest. Then......."
"Because you were looking, Jiha."
Yura turned her head, avoiding his gaze.
Jiha thought for a moment, then said it outright.
"That witch's tits?"
"......They were a little bigger than mine."
"......."
Jiha, who'd only judged by eye, honestly hadn't been sure.
But Yura had seen it that way.
As he watched her, Yura spoke in a trembling voice.
"Of course I know you have your work, and I don't want to be a bother. And with Asira's situation, I've been holding it in too."
"Jealous I might touch that idiot woman?"
"......Yes."
Yura wrapped both arms around Jiha's neck and whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"And because you're going to do it anyway."
"......."
Sure, Barjet was a bit of an idiot, but if she could be used, she should be used.
If he bit a Unique, he'd absorb some kind of Special Ability, at the very least.
Actually, cutting to the chase, she was a beauty with a big chest, so he was interested.
Peck.
Yura kissed his cheek and whispered.
"That doesn't matter. I'm scared you'll forget I'm here."
"That'd be pretty hard to do."
Yura's voluptuous body, the inner flesh that sucked him in with pleasure every time he thrust, and the way she devoted herself to his enjoyment despite her gentle nature—how could he possibly forget?
But men and women think differently.
"Mmm, do you dislike it?"
"The time is......."
"At the café, the men kept staring at my chest......."
"......."
A whisper in his ear.
Jiha flinched at the shy, bashful words Yura breathed against him.
It was the kind of talk that lit a fire in a man's core.
"They were looking openly, thinking about touching my breasts. Saying they'd never seen such big ones."
"Mmm."
Yura extended her tongue and teased Jiha's ear.
The sticky tongue licked, and a hot breath blew against him as she whispered.
"They were all jealous of you. Thinking that you could do whatever you wanted with the red-haired succubus beside you. That you could do whatever you wanted...... with these breasts."
"......."
Maybe the explicit language was embarrassing—Yura was talking around it.
Words designed to provoke male jealousy.
But Jiha swallowed hard.
Yura's secretive whispering wasn't nonsense; it was true.
At the hotel café, hadn't everyone been jealous of him, openly scanning Yura's figure?
"......So?"
"Those men...... probably imagined what you and I would do tonight. Haaah."
Yura kept licking the shell of his ear, nipping at his earlobe as she snuggled closer.
Her nature was so gentle that even when she pressed forward aggressively, she couldn't bring herself to say truly shameless things.
But she pressed her huge breasts firmly against him and let her spread thighs rest lightly on the bulge in his pants.
"Ha, ah."
With a hot breath, Yura slipped her hand inside Jiha's shirt.
His body had grown cold from the walk through the rain, but the woman's warm touch melted the tension.
"Mmph, mmnn."
The succubus's fingers, stroking the man's firm chest, found his nipple and teased it with her index finger and thumb.
Each touch sent a tingling sensation from his chest down to his lower belly.
A seduction of the body. Jiha's voice came out husky.
"......What do you suppose those bastards imagined when they saw us?"
"That's....... Mmph."
This time it was Jiha biting Yura's ear.
Yura flinched and quivered, a moan escaping her.
Jiha licked her ear as he whispered.
"What did they think I'd do to these big tits?"
"......That you'd do whatever you wanted with them."
"Whatever I wanted? Be specific."
As Jiha's interest grew and he pushed relentlessly, Yura's breathing grew ragged.
Partly from embarrassment, and partly because she was happy her seduction was working.
"Like I'm doing...... right now. Touching them, pinching them......."
"Is that all?"
Jiha raised his hand and grabbed her breast.
The instant his hand closed around the soft yet springy mound, a wave of bliss spread through his palm.
The man's breathing intensified as he clutched the female breast.
"......Knead them. And suck on them."
Yura's voice grew faint, and Jiha kneaded as she'd described and asked, "You think they imagined it ending with just playing with your tits? With a woman this incredible in front of me?"
"Th, that's......."
"They probably thought I'd spread your legs."
Jiha whispered to her.
"Imagined me climbing on top of you and pounding you all night. Imagined the face you'd make, panting beneath me."
"Mmph."
Yura ducked her head in embarrassment, but that didn't get her away from Jiha's tongue and lips.
"But those bastards only get to imagine. I'm the only one who does it. I'm the only one who gets to do all sorts of dirty things with you beside me, climb on top and fuck you senseless and plant my seed."
As he whispered in Yura's ear, the succubus shivered.
With delight.
Peck.
Jiha caught her chin, gave her a light kiss, and smiled.
"So quit worrying for nothing. I'm really looking forward to the three of us—you, me, and Asira."
"I know. Even so...... it's making me crazy."
Yura tried to smile, but she couldn't hide her distress.
Truthfully, Yura had kept her distance as much as possible while Jiha planned how to get Asira.
Actually, even after his success, she was still keeping her distance, just in case.
On top of that, Yura had even made herself scarce so Enril and Jiha could spend time together.
"Mm."
Jiha, reminded of this, looked up at Yura straddling him, her expression wistful.
Her long red hair tickled against his chest.
"Alright. I'll make time tonight."
"......No. You need a good rest, Jiha. You must be tired."
Yesterday he'd been with Enril, and today with Narsha.
Even so, he was healthy and could still get hard.
'I may be young, but my sex drive has been abnormally high lately. Could this be an effect of the Vampiric Mana?'
As Jiha was lost in thought, Yura whispered softly.
"Just...... give me a little time. Until Enril gets back."
"Yeah, mm."
Mush.
The moment Jiha answered, Yura pulled his head against her chest.
Warmth filled his face, and Jiha felt the strength drain out of him.
After dealing with Narsha's matters and searching for a way to handle two newly arrived Uniques, this sudden reprieve.
Even in a moment like this, Yura was thinking about his health and what lay ahead—her heart really was kind.
"Mmm."
Yura gently pressed the back of his head, massaging the nape of his neck with her hand.
"Just relax."
"Mm."
Jiha buried his face in Yura's chest, closed his eyes, and inhaled.
The ecstatic sensation of soft white flesh pressing against his whole face—if he shut his eyes, he felt he could fall asleep just like this.
Beyond that, Yura was using her thumbs to press gently, gently along his head and neck, moving them in slow circles. The acupressure was remarkably effective.
"Mm, mmnn."
His body loosened. Jiha closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Yura's waist, and buried his face deeper into her breasts.
Burying his face recklessly in mounds that size normally made it hard to breathe.
But Yura had taken that into account, letting them rest lightly against him and allowing Jiha to adjust the distance as he pleased.
Breathing quietly in the succubus's bosom, Jiha took a deep breath of her sweet scent, then shook his head, rubbing the soft flesh against both cheeks.
"Hoo, mm."
The male's rest period.
As Jiha buried his face in her generous breasts and grew drunk on her scent, Yura whispered a naughty observation.
"......That woman won't be able to do this for you."
"No......."
Even if her chest was a little bigger, she wouldn't know how to please a man like this on her own.
Well, he could always train her, but.......
Peck.
As if realizing what he was thinking, Yura kissed the crown of his head and gently rocked her hips.
Press.
The mound between Yura's legs pressed against the center of his pants.
At the secret invitation, his shaft began to rise.
"Mmph, mmm."
Jiha groaned and bit into Yura's breast.
Squish. Squish.
"Mmm, haahnn."
As Jiha sucked on her breast with his lips and bit with his teeth, Yura trembled and sighed.
"Hahng, I've wanted to do this...... ever since we were at the café. Mmm, haahnn."
"......Schluurp."
Jiha sucked at her soft flesh mindlessly.
When a man is faced with a soft, springy mound of flesh, the urge to grab, bite, and suck is pure instinct.
When it's very large and looks appetizing, it's even harder to resist.
Yura had asked him to rest, but no man could resist this.
"Mmm, I said no. You've been doing too much today......."
Yura was happy, but also worried.
Even as she said it, she was moving her hips in a circle, pressing and rubbing against the shaft inside his pants.
"Mmph, mmm. No, Jiha. Let me...... do it for you."
"......."
Yura grabbed his shoulders and pulled back.
Jiha stared at the white breast he'd bitten and sucked until it was slick with saliva. Then Yura gave a sultry smile.
She caught a strand of the saliva clinging to her breast with her finger and drew it up, stretching it thin.
Peck.
Then she flicked it into her mouth and swallowed.
"......."
Jiha watched, and she stuck her tongue out slightly, wetting her lips.
As if to say, Your saliva, which I just swallowed, tasted good.
"......I'll really make you cum buckets."
Her excitement was impossible to hide.