Chapter 36: Expanding Power - 8
Chapter 36: Expanding Power - 8
The demand to wipe the man's body down.
Enril's blue eyes glared at Jiha.
She couldn't overcome the insult and humiliation.
"......."
But it was only for a moment.
Ultimately, it was she who lowered her gaze first.
Even if she wanted to cling to her pride anew, her body had already surrendered to Jiha.
She no longer had the heart to resist.
Wasn't her sitting there, naked and hesitating, admission enough that she could not win against him?
"Here."
Jiha had dropped a dry towel onto the bed.
The hesitant Enril took hold of it.
She couldn't fight Jiha, so she resolved to do as she was told.
For her, a Unique, to personally wipe down a man's sweat-drenched naked body as if she were his handmaid.
It was an unthinkable humiliation... but wasn't it better than having their bodies intertwined?
Let's get this over with quickly.
"Don't do it half-heartedly."
"......."
Enril flinched again at Jiha's warning.
This human male before her eyes could see right through her.
Enril bowed her head and began to wipe Jiha's arm with the towel.
Swish. Swiiish.
A peerless beauty, her voluptuous light-brown body fully exposed, bowed her head and cleaned him.
Her beautiful silver hair swayed with every movement.
She covered her breasts with one arm and pressed her legs together to shield her sex, but her every motion teased glimpses of both.
Her breasts swayed with the movement of her arm, and her smooth, light-brown thighs parted inevitably as she shifted her posture to wipe him down.
"......."
Jiha observed with satisfaction.
In truth, the situation was dangerous.
If Enril were to raise her Mana right now and launch a preemptive strike, even Jiha would be forced onto the defensive.
Of course, Enril wouldn't dare do anything reckless here, knowing how difficult it would be to cover up the incident.
Still, there was always the one-in-a-million chance.
'Still, I can't keep going on like this.'
Since they had already intertwined their bodies while sober, he intended to carve himself deeply and firmly into the depths of Enril's heart.
So that this haughty dark elf would never dare to challenge him again.
"......."
Enril silently wiped Jiha's shoulder.
Perhaps afraid of drawing criticism, she was doing it with considerable care and meticulousness.
From his sweat-drenched neck, the towel moved down to his chest.
Jiha raised his hand and lightly tapped Enril on the shoulder.
Flinch.
A tense reaction, not knowing what he was going to say.
But Jiha spoke generously.
"You're good at this."
"......."
Didn't they say a compliment can make even a whale dance?
Even for a reluctant task, receiving praise from the other person naturally improved her mood.
Enril's gaze softened as well.
The humiliation and fury of wiping down a man subsided, replaced by a budding curiosity.
Enril had seen Jiha's naked body several times before.
The rough body of the man who had unilaterally suppressed her and mounted her.
"......."
Enril observed Jiha's chest and abdomen in furtive glances.
The man's firm body was so distinctly different from her own.
Looking at his neck and trapezius muscles made something deep within her chest tremble.
An emotion she had never once felt before.
No, perhaps back when she first met Jiha.......
"Enril."
Noticing her hands had stopped, Jiha called her name.
A light call, neither angry nor pressing.
"......."
Enril swiftly came to her senses and moved her hands again.
She'd started the task regardless, and it went against her nature to do a sloppy job.
A haughty, peerless beauty was diligently wiping his body.
Their bodies naturally came into close contact, and Enril's ample breasts pressed against Jiha's arm.
A provocative sensation.
As their bodies drew closer, Jiha naturally wrapped his arm around Enril's waist.
Compared to her large hips, her waist was exceptionally slender, fitting perfectly in the crook of his arm.
Hesitation.
Enril reflexively stopped, but Jiha had done nothing more than wrap his arm around her waist.
"......."
After a moment's hesitation, Enril moved her hands again.
Without any thought of pushing him away.
'That's enough.'
After sharing their bodies, she now wiped him down without a word of complaint, even with his arm around her waist.
It might seem trivial, but it meant Enril had clearly yielded to Jiha.
Though she hadn't yet admitted it with words.
That wouldn't be long now either.
"Mm......."
Lost in thought, Jiha let out a pleased groan.
Enril's hand slowly swept across his inner thigh and down to the top of his foot with surprising delicacy.
However, Enril faltered as she moved back up his thigh.
The man's cock stood erect between his legs.
The titillating sensation of her breasts pressing against his arm, combined with the feel of her slender waist in his hold as she diligently cleaned him, had caused the blood to rush heavily back into Jiha's lower body.
"Ah......."
They had already coupled several times, but this was the first time she was looking down at it while fully sober.
Entranced, Enril observed Jiha's manhood.
The dark-red spear, rising proudly, throbbed and twitched with vigor.
It was too grotesque and vulgar.
As Enril wavered, Jiha smiled and said,
"Shouldn't you wipe there too?"
"......What?"
"You were holding it just fine a moment ago."
At Jiha's words, Enril hesitated, then wrapped her hand—still holding the towel—around his manhood.
Throb!
The moment the woman's touch made contact, his shaft stiffened up completely.
Enril's shoulders trembled in fresh surprise.
She had touched and shaken it earlier, but doing it while watching with her own eyes doubled the shock.
This huge, hot thing had burrowed inside her and rampaged?
"Ah, uhm."
Enril barely suppressed a cry of horror.
Of course such a brutal thing forcing its way in and squirming would render her helpless.
Swish. Swiiish. Swish.
What was meant as wiping with a towel had, before she knew it, become gripping his manhood in the towel and shaking it.
Throb. Squelch.
Each time she gripped and shook it with her hand, his manhood squirmed and grew even larger and more swollen, making her heart pound strangely.
Could it get even bigger?
Could it get even harder than this?
Strangely, with every stroke of her fingers, it rampaged beyond anything she had imagined.
"Mm, uhm."
Before she knew it, Enril tried gripping a little harder, and moved her hand from the base all the way up to the glans.
The fact that she had already done this before removed any revulsion.
And she was also curious.
"Uuuhm."
Moreover, the occasional groans Jiha let out made her own heart flutter.
He was an incomprehensible and ridiculous human, but he became docile while she stroked and gripped his manhood.
Swiiish. Swiiiish.
The dark elf firmly gripped the stiff pillar of flesh and slowly, slowly stroked upward, and the man's body twitched in response.
Noticing this, Enril deliberately moved her hand even more slowly, as if to tantalize him.
The pillar of flesh, engorged with lust and swollen, pulsed hotly and squirmed in the woman's hand.
But Enril pretended not to notice, ignoring the reaction as she continued her slow movements, carefully controlling her strength.
He seemed to want it faster, but she decided not to grant him that.
A rare sense of superiority filled Enril's heart.
"Mm......."
Just then, Jiha leaned forward and buried his head against Enril's shoulder.
A pleasured reaction.
Enril's intent to torment him further softened.
She was about to start stroking him slightly faster.
Squelch.
"Ah. Ah-h."
Jiha's fingers suddenly slipped between her legs.
At the unexpected counterattack, Enril exhaledless gasp and trembled violently.
In her shock, the hand gripping his cock tightened mercilessly.
Regardless, Jiha slowly pushed his fingers into her pussy.
"Hah, hah, ahh."
Enril's breath, which had been steady, turned ragged in an instant, and her shoulders jerked repeatedly.
She rose up on her thighs as if trying to flee, but only slightly, unsure what to do while still impaled on the man's fingers.
Enril herself wasn't aware of it, but through brushing against Jiha's body, wiping him down, and gripping and shaking his cock, she too had become aroused.
In that state, when the man pushed his fingers inside, her body opened wide as if it had been waiting and gladly grew wet.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hah, haa. Hahk. Aah......."
As Jiha's fingers slowly dug inside and then withdrew, Enril became flustered.
Her breath caught in her throat and her lips wouldn't stay closed.
With her burning breath, Enril, not knowing what to do, busily moved the hand gripping Jiha's member.
Swish, swiiish. Swiiiish!
The towel had slipped away unnoticed.
But Enril paid it no mind, gripping his bare cock and busily shaking it back and forth.
It was the instinct of a female: a heated body had to be dealt with, and the partner had to be handled somehow.
Even when Enril suddenly began shaking her hand quickly, Jiha didn't flinch.
Silently, he used his left hand to firmly grip and hold Enril's hip in place while using the middle finger of his right hand to push in and pull out of Enril's inner flesh.
"Ah, aah. Uh."
With her mouth hanging open vacantly, Enril shuddered and shook her head.
Even as she frantically stroked him with her hand, his manhood merely squirmed steadfastly with no further reaction.
On the other hand, every time Jiha prodded upward with his fingers, the sensation of her waist floating in the air reverberated through her, sending a bolt of pleasure surging past her chest to the top of her head in an instant.
She had already been gasping in Jiha's embrace before, but the pleasure now was something entirely different.
Tremble, tremble!
With each thrust of Jiha's fingers, her light-brown thighs quivered plaintively.
Each time, the nectar leaking from her secret place slowly trickled down.
"Ah, ah-h. Huuuh. Uhm."
Her body heated, Enril tossed her head back and forth and looked down at Jiha.
Her notion that she had briefly gotten the better of him was an illusion; she instinctively understood that this was a battle she could never have won from the start.
"......."
The Jiha of before would have tormented her with words.
Jiha lightly pushed his head forward.
"Ah."
Understanding the meaning, Enril found herself kissing him before she knew it.
An act she never imagined she would initiate.
But cooling her heated body was the top priority right now.
Though there was also the thought that she couldn't refuse if Jiha wanted it anyway.
Smooch. Schluuurp.
Squelch. Squelch!
Even while sucking on Enril's lips, Jiha didn't stop his fingers.
"Ah, ah. Ah-h. K-h."
Enril panted, letting out a moan as if in pain.
Enough of this teasing.
Schluuuurp.
"Ah!"
As Jiha, who had shoved his fingers all the way in at once, pulled them out excruciatingly slowly, Enril opened her mouth wide and let out only hot, panting moans: hah, hah.
Jiha pushed his tongue into that open mouth and sucked, while slowly withdrawing his fingers.
The invading tongue and the withdrawing fingers.
At the contradictory pleasure from both sides, Enril, beside herself, sucked on Jiha's lips and was the first to entangle her tongue with his.
Not a matter of technique, but an instinctive heating of the body.
It was the wanton writhing of a female who had awakened to the joy of intertwining with a man.
"Mm."
Letting out a satisfied groan, Jiha firmly squeezed Enril's taut buttocks.
Flinch. Flinch.
The dark elf, who had been gripping Jiha's shoulders and kissing him desperately, looked at him with hazy eyes.
She sensed he was finally about to grant her release.
"......."
Jiha pushed his cock—which had swollen profusely thanks to the woman's thorough stroking—upward.
The sitting position, where they faced each other to penetrate.
Jiha took hold of his blood-engorged cock and pressed it against the edge of Enril's thoroughly soaked slit.
"Ah, ah......."
Unable to suppress her anticipation, Enril let out a coquettish voice.
But Jiha didn't shove it in; instead, he let go with his hand.
As Enril grew flustered, Jiha whispered into her ear.
"Grab it with your hand and put it in."
"This time, you're doing this because you want to."