Chapter 37: Expanding Power - 9
Chapter 37: Expanding Power - 9
"Hah, haa. Haaah...."
In Enril's gasping eyes, hesitation and bewilderment surfaced.
The male who always effortlessly subdued her and climbed on top at his whim was making a bewildering demand.
But her heated body gave her no time to hesitate.
"Hn, nghh."
Enril simply lowered her hand and took hold of Jiha's cock.
The heat that surged through her the moment she gripped it, the girth her fingers could barely encircle.
A moan escaped her lips, born from her body's renewed anticipation.
Her hips twitched and her thighs trembled with the desperate urge to put it inside.
Ssshhk.
Her mind was impatient, but she kept missing the mark.
Every time she failed, the glans dragged across her slick cleft, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Her tits grew so taut they ached.
"Hah, aah."
While Enril let out pitiful moans and continued her trial and error, Jiha held her waist steady with one hand and kneaded her ass with the other, watching her gently and letting her know that she could take her time, to do as she pleased.
"Hah, ngh. Hngh."
Enril, flustered in her aroused haze, finally began to get the hang of it.
The dark elf beauty of peerless looks spread her own legs slightly and, holding Jiha's cock, lowered her hips.
Shluuuuck.
"Nnghghk!"
The pleasure of the thick glans driving inside her.
Enril's body quivered with a triumphant sense of accomplishment.
And a pleasure far greater than that stabbed deep into her lower belly, making her waist shudder and a sweet breath slip out.
"Hah, haaaah. Haahk!"
"Phooooo...."
Jiha also let out a satisfied groan as he kneaded Enril's breasts.
The sight of her large, light-brown mounds rising and falling to the rhythm of her labored breathing was unbelievably erotic.
"Ah, haaah."
Getting just the tip in wasn't the end of it.
After briefly savoring her small success, Enril remembered her purpose and pressed her hips down further.
The aim was set, the wedge in place; now she just had to take him deeper....
Ssshhluuurp.
"Ah, ah, ah, nghh."
It felt different from when the man did it.
Enril shook her head, moaning at the sensation of her body being spread open, the pleasure that crackled like lightning at the crown of her head.
Even taking it this slowly left her breathless and made lights flash before her eyes.
Taking his cock in her own hand and guiding it into her body was... different. Somehow, it was different.
Was it because the pillar she had touched and made even larger was now pushing inside her under her own guidance?
The grotesquely swollen thing forced her cleft open at a torturously slow pace, and every time it did, her body shuddered and her toes curled.
"Ah, hng. Nnghh."
A rhythm of pleasure entirely unlike being taken by the man.
Enril, held in Jiha's arms and facing him, was utterly overwhelmed and didn't know what to do with herself.
The fact that trying to wipe his sweat had led to this—none of that mattered anymore.
The new pleasure, the thrill, was melting her entirely.
In this moment, the joy of being pierced by that spike of flesh was everything to her.
"Hak, hihk. Haahk."
Ssshuuuck.
With a push from her ankles, she lowered her hips and took him deeper at that same torturously slow pace.
Enril desperately tried to endure the pleasure.
"Hmngh."
Jiha suddenly thrust his hips.
Sshluuuck.
The sudden violation, driving in to the hilt.
"Hnghhht. Nnghh. Hnghhht?!"
Enril shuddered and seized, as if struck by lightning.
The slow, relaxed, safe pleasure was suddenly flooded past her limit all at once; it felt like her entire body had been electrocuted.
Twitch! Spasm!
She could feel it—her inner walls writhed violently, binding and squeezing his cock.
Her body was shamefully aroused.
Cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, Enril looked resentfully at Jiha, who sat facing her.
"Nnghh. Mmngh."
But Jiha said nothing and merely wrapped his arms around Enril's waist, breathing heavily.
Seeing him forcibly hold back his own pleasure, Enril instinctively understood... and a strange feeling of pride swelled in her chest.
She realized that this man was also struggling to hold back.
"......."
Their mutual pause was brief.
Jiha pulled Enril into an embrace and began to rock his hips.
Sitting face-to-face and joined, he grabbed the dark elf's large ass roughly and greedily thrust his waist forward.
"Ah, aah. Haaah."
The dark elf, helplessly held in his arms, flinched with pleasure as she looked at the man.
His gaze was gentle, unlike before.
At that, Jiha pressed a kiss to Enril's cheek.
At the suddenly childish action in the middle of their coupling, Enril was puzzled, and Jiha suddenly whispered.
"You're wiping my body clean. With your own."
"......."
His words were spot-on. Enril was holding Jiha tight and rubbing her body against him.
The woman's ample breasts were pressed tight against the man's chest, rubbing this way and that with every movement, and her lower body clung to him as if it couldn't bear to lose an inch of contact.
Enril found herself glaring at him.
A look that scolded him for saying such a thing at a time like this.
"What? Don't like me talking?"
"......."
As Jiha teasingly pouted his lips, Enril immediately kissed him.
Having realized that kissing him was the best way to stop his words.
Slap. Slap!!
The man shook his hips until the bed sheets wrinkled, and the woman, her body in full heat, writhed in response.
"Hah, aang. Hnngghh...."
Right now, forgetting their respective positions, they clung to each other driven purely by the desire to have one another.
The more his cock swelled, the slicker and tighter her sex clenched.
"Heok, heo-eok. Phhooo."
"Nngh, nghh. Hnghh."
Male and female moans intertwined, their heated gazes overlapping.
Smooch. Sluurp.
As if afraid of what Jiha would say next, as if determined to keep him from speaking at all, Enril kissed him first.
When Jiha opened his mouth, the dark elf's tongue licked over his lips as if she'd been waiting for the invitation.
Enjoying that caress, he pushed his tongue into Enril's mouth, and her tongue immediately latched onto his.
They tangled together, exchanging saliva.
And even as they did so, they kept the space between their legs sealed tight, savoring each other's bodies.
Thrusting in, pulling out, shaking her ass, holding her tight, writhing together.
The man's firm body and the woman's voluptuous body pressed close, squeezed, tensed, and embraced.
Any pretense of "wiping" was long gone, both their bodies drenched in each other's sweat.
"Hah, ahaah. Aaah. Aahhng."
"Mmn, hmngh. Mmnhh."
The limit was approaching.
Jiha, who had been aroused ever since Enril's handjob, deliberately spoke aloud again.
"I'm coming. Nngh. Inside...."
"......."
As if telling him to be quiet, Enril sealed his mouth with another kiss.
As if to say, he was going to come inside anyway, whether he said it or not.
Or perhaps, as if none of that mattered to her anymore.
The haughty, peerless dark elf beauty no longer even thought of resisting; she simply clung to his lips, kissing him and bouncing her hips. It was deeply satisfying.
And the grip of her Masterwork cunt, clamping down tight.
Already wildly aroused and pushed to the brink, his cock trembled and erupted.
Pyubububububt!!
"Ah, aaah. Aaaah...."
Enril broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against Jiha's, letting out a moan of climax.
Eyes shyly downcast, breath ragged.
She twitched as she felt the man's fluids spreading deep inside her.
Byurrrrrt!!
Still ejaculating, Jiha could do nothing but pant.
Even as he came, he enjoyed the grip of her Masterwork cunt, tightly squeezing him, and released every last drop without reserve.
"Haaah, haaah...."
Man and woman, stuck fast together.
Even knowing his climax was finally over, Enril made no move to separate.
She simply stayed in Jiha's arms, breathing with a carnal heat.
Looking at the tamed beast resting meekly in his arms, Jiha smiled with satisfaction.
Smack!!
"Aht?"
At the sudden slap to her ass, Enril let out a flustered yelp.
"Ah, ngh. Nnng."
But when Jiha gently rubbed the spot he'd hit, the lingering ripples of her climax washed over her again.
She could feel the man's liquid, now heavily pooled inside her, leaking out with every tremor of her ass, and yet....
"Hah. Haaah."
Under the man's touch—rubbing and kneading her ass—her breathing settled.
Even after getting spanked, she didn't get angry or snap. She simply read Jiha's expression.
Wondering if she might have done something wrong.
"......."
Jiha kissed her without a word.
Meaning she'd done well, a kind of praise.
"Mmngh."
Enril awkwardly opened her mouth to accept him.
Feeling relief wash over her without realizing it.
Leaving Enril to handle the cleanup, Jiha walked out of the infirmary.
He'd ended up drenched in sweat after all.
The barracks had good bathing facilities; he could wash whenever he wanted. There were even showers.
"First, a wash...."
As he headed for the showers, Jiha nodded to himself with satisfaction.
With this, Enril was completely in the palm of his hand.
The wild leopardess who'd once run amok without a shred of fear for any man had finally met her master and bowed her head.
"Well, I'll have to see how things go in the future...."
Still, she wouldn't be threatening his life or setting up traps for him now.
He couldn't trust her completely, but more or less.
"Now, next is...."
As Jiha walked down the hallway thinking about the future, a figure fell into step beside him.
It was the wolf beastman, Uben.
"I have a report, sir."
When Jiha gave his consent with a glance, Uben bowed his head.
"There has been movement on the Purple side. Pamin is reportedly meeting with some people."
"What kind of bastards?"
"Rare Grade men he's been close with. They're all elves, and it's said they've had personal ties for a long time."
"The sort of connections where they'd go for regular drinks?"
"They seem to be quite close. However...."
"This time, it wasn't just a simple meet-and-greet?"
What does a guy who was humiliated in front of his fiancée do to restore his honor?
Revenge.
Jiha snorted.
"Throw the bait, and they swim right into the net."
"What should we do?"
"Screw 'em over, obviously."
Jiha sorted out the situation.
"I'm Blue's Common, and that bastard is Purple's Rare Grade. He can't do anything to me officially, so he'll try to handle it unofficially. But as long as I stay in the barracks, it's hard for him to act personally."
"Yes, Blue and Purple are under an armistice. If a Purple Rare Grade touched a Blue Common, the issue would blow up too big. Regardless of grade, it becomes a faction war, a battle of pride—Blue wouldn't back down either."
Uben agreed.
"Find out exactly who that idiot is trying to mobilize from his personal network, and what each of their abilities are."
"The currently confirmed number, including Pamin, is five."
Pamin's thinking was obvious.
He'd figure that Jiha might be strong, but he's still just a Common, and numbers don't lie. He's probably confident that if five Rare Grades stage a surprise attack, Jiha can't possibly survive.
"That's the thing—they don't know that I know...."
Jiha gave a wry smile.
From the moment he'd humiliated Pamin, he'd factored this development into his calculations.
"Now, all puffed up with confidence, he'll try to lure me outside the barracks."
Without a clue that he'd be sealing his own fate.
"Don't lose track of that moron's movements. Report everything."
"Yes, understood."
Uben withdrew after delivering his report.
Alone now, Jiha walked forward, whistling.
"Things are moving fast...."
He'd smash a trap with a trap.
Pamin's mistake would inevitably ripple out to affect his fiancée, Leticia as well.
Depending on how Jiha played his cards, he could have her completely bound in a single stroke.
'Still, there's no guarantee that things will go according to plan, so I need an insurance policy. Enril or Yura... maybe I should use this opportunity to test whether Yura is really a usable asset?'
As Jiha was organizing his thoughts, figures approached.
It was Blue Seal Commons—the goblin Bunorak and the kobold Deubang.
"Uh, Boss. Aren't you bored these days?"
After checking that no one else was around, Bunorak spoke up, and Jiha frowned.
"You two got too much free time on your hands? I've got so much to do I'm dying."
"But still, you should get some fresh air once in a while."
"We'd like to treat you to something special, Boss."
'An uninvited guest never brings good news,' Jiha thought wryly, and let out a dry chuckle.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"We know a good establishment."
"The kind of place where pretty girls pour your drinks and... take care of things after."
"Would you like to join us for a night out?"
At Bunorak and Deubang's proposition, Jiha nodded.
"Alright, then let's bring the others along as well...."
"Ah, no, Boss!"
"Let's sneak out, quietly. Our pockets really only stretch to cover you and us."
"And besides, the place is cramped if everyone goes."
Jiha put on a reluctant expression.
"You want me to have all the fun alone? I'd feel bad for the others, don't really want to...."
"We'll take good care of you, just trust us and come along."
"It's a verified place with a good reputation, you can trust us."
Jiha smiled at that last phrase.
"Fine. Guess I'll take you up on it and see what happens."
He already knew those two didn't hold him in high regard. It was blatantly obvious what kind of scheme they were cooking up in collusion with Pamin.
But Jiha intended to play along.
The powerful figures of this world, the women, believed in their own strength. They never entertained the slightest thought that a lower-grade being could best them.
And so, Jiha, as the weak party, prepared the circumstances.
A situation where he could win.
Leticia would end up surrendering to him without even swinging one of her precious legs.