Chapter 227
Chapter 227
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 227
Chapter Title: Ronie (7)
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The room, without a single ray of light seeping through the window, was dark and stifling, filled only with the sounds of man and woman entangled in passion.
"...Ahng, ang, ...aaang ang."
The scenes everywhere were a muddy mess of semen and love juices mixed together.
Ronie stared ahead with half-lidded pupils.
The way she looked at me was far gentler than before.
She seemed resigned, yet also like she was savoring this moment.
At some point, the screams and cries she had been letting out had stopped.
"Kkuhaak... Hiiik, heueueuk...."
Only moans mixed with lascivious cries echoed through the room, wrapped in lust.
As I brought my face close, Ronie's expression clouded with deep conflict.
She stared intently at my lips for a long while before slowly parting hers.
-Chup.
The opponent's juices moistened my dry throat.
Ronie's arms had long since gone limp, draped over my shoulders or sprawled on the floor.
But this time, she even wrapped them around my neck.
Her small tongue desperately licked the inside of my mouth.
In her inexperienced, clumsy kiss—without even a single prior encounter—I pleasantly accepted it before taking the lead and moving my tongue.
"Euup... Eop. Ng! Eueut! Ng! Ng! Ng!"
Her eyes snapped wide open, and in startled surprise, she widened her mouth further to take in my tongue.
At her submissive response, I thrust my hips even closer, tormenting her depths fully.
"Eu...ng, eum. Eung. Aaang! Aaaah...at!"
As I unleashed another load of semen, Ronie's body shuddered violently.
She pulled her tongue from my mouth, gasping for breath as she squeezed her dark eyes shut.
"Haaak... Haak, haak, hak. Kkolk, beureu... beueu."
As I pulled out my cock, her hips bucked like a snapped spring, and she collapsed onto the floor making incomprehensible noises, legs splayed wide without even closing her thighs.
Semen bubbled out from her pussy.
I approached her again and slid my cock back in.
"Ah...."
Ronie looked up at me in horror at the sight of my cock.
Her head shook side to side.
No.
"Stop... no more cock... I hate cock.... Too much, you've done too much."
As I nudged just the tip in, my hips were sucked forward involuntarily.
"It's been five hours already... let me rest... euup! Haaaangang!"
Her body reacted honestly, and it wasn't bad.
"You said you wanted to rest... said no....... Aaang! Ang!"
I grabbed her shoulders with both hands and shook her.
Her pussy clenched and gripped me tightly, stimulating my insides intensely.
As I shoved deep and shook wildly, Ronie's lower belly bulged slightly.
I pressed my finger into that bulge. Ronie clawed at her face with both hands, moaning aaang aaang.
"...Hauk, kkaahaang...ah. Gently... do it gently. Gentle..."
-Plook!
"Kkaha aaaah... at, ang!"
-Splurt!
"Aaaaang! Ang!"
The tears streaming from her eyes had long since changed in meaning.
I scooped Ronie up into my arms and thrust into her.
"Weird... kyaang, ang!."
Tears squeezed out with every breath.
"It feels weird. Aaang! Ang!"
Ronie's nails scratched my neck.
"Uk, eop scary... scary, stop... stop stabbing... I don't want the good feelings anymore...."
Honey dripped down Ronie's flushed red thighs, glistening.
"I don't like feeling weird... ang! Aaaang! Ang, ang."
Squeeze, squeeze. As I gently circled her deepest, most pleasurable spot, Ronie curled her toes and screamed in pleasure-mingled cries.
"...Kkut, keueu. Euu. Kkhaaaaang!!!"
As I softly tapped her insides, something brown suddenly burst from her head.
Ronie trembled violently and squirted. Her lower belly grew warm.
"...Ehe, be. Eu."
-Roll.
A fruit resembling a chestnut rolled off Ronie's head. Without even looking at it, I pulled her into a tight embrace.
In my deep hug, she responded instinctively, as if the motion was etched into her body, extending both arms around me.
As I pulled out my cock, semen poured out from below her pussy in streams.
It couldn't even stay inside anymore; it all flowed out.
Drained of strength, Ronie completely surrendered her weight to my embrace.
As I released my arms, she knelt on the floor. Lost in the afterglow of climax intense enough to bear fruit, her eyes glazed over.
I placed my cock next to her nose.
"...Haa, ah...?"
As Ronie lifted her face, her nose caught the thick scent.
She stared blankly at the cock as big as her face, then her lips parted slightly as she felt it brush her cheek.
"...?"
As I brought it to her lips, realizing my intent, she unconsciously opened her mouth gently.
"Ahng.... Chup."
Awkward, clumsy oral as her teeth grazed me. Ronie looked up at my face.
Her tear-streaked face was somewhat cute. I reached out and wiped her eye corner with my thumb.
Ronie's head slowly bobbed back and forth.
My expression was stiff.
A sense of conquest welled up, my mind sinking heavily.
It felt like becoming a king. I couldn't tear away from the unfamiliar yet addictive sensation for a long while.
*****
When I came to my senses, the curve of my life was plummeting vertically.
Ronie sat leaning against the wall beside me, silent, face buried in her clothes.
The stench and semen in the room had long been cleaned up with magic.
Yet the reason we sat side by side was simple.
Ronie had no strength left in her body. And I was spacing out from the overwhelming post-nut clarity.
"......"
Ronie seemed deeply shocked, mumbling to herself.
It was too quiet to translate at first, but then I realized the translator had fallen out of my ear during the intense sex.
I picked up the translator from the floor and put it on.
"It hurts."
It must hurt.
Even I had hazy memories in spots. Losing one's reason wasn't just a figure of speech—it had literally run away.
The terror of an S-rank trait was no joke.
"......Hey."
A deflating sound came from her throat.
Her voice hoarse, Ronie cleared her throat and called to me.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
When we both regained our senses, it felt like waking from a dream.
For me, and for her too.
It felt real, yet not quite reality—a floating sensation. I even wondered if we'd woken from a long dream.
"Sorry."
No reply came.
The shock must be immense. After all that happened. I didn't even clearly remember what plays we'd done.
Only after some time did she speak.
"If you say that... how am I supposed to respond?"
Her words came out with difficulty. I understood.
"It wasn't on purpose. Understand..."
How long she'd agonized over those words, I couldn't know.
"You held out pretty well too. This happened because I worried unnecessarily."
The fear from before had largely faded from Ronie.
Maybe because the object of her fear was gone. Or perhaps she'd transcended after being sucked, licked, and everything else.
Staring blankly at the center of the room, Ronie said softly.
"...Let's keep this a secret between us."
"Yeah?"
"It, it didn't mean anything big, right? This was... an accident. If this blows up..."
I'd be dead. Or at least face something similar.
It was an unexpected reaction.
She could've been traumatized, yet... was a National Tree's mental fortitude beyond imagination?
Or was it the altruism drilled into her since childhood to protect other Wood People and humans?
"Once we leave here, it's like nothing happened."
Ronie buried her face in her knees.
"Honestly, it doesn't feel real. Memories are spotty and fragmented. You too, right?"
"Yeah."
"I just remember trembling in fear. I didn't know my trait was like that."
It didn't feel real.
Because it was so absurd.
And because it was both ecstatic and horrific.
Like waking from a deep dream, we oddly maintained our composure.
Ronie probably felt more grounded in reality than me, thanks to her physical fatigue and pain.
"Si-heon. It was just a lapse."
Ronie seemed to decide to brush it off like that.
The shock was so intense, she treated it as if it never happened.
That kind of mental shock.
She didn't look cowardly now. Maybe like me, she'd fully vented her trait and regained reason.
She didn't seem to place much value on her virginity either.
Rather than weighing 'sex' heavily, she just wanted to escape that terror.
That feeling was strong.
I had nothing much to say to her either.
"...Did it hurt?"
"A lot."
The distance between us remained. Naturally.
After something like that, our relationship couldn't just improve.
But it hadn't worsened either.
Force majeure. Strangely, our conversation wasn't awkward.
"Of all traits, it had to be that one."
"......I think so too."
Ronie nodded at my words.
Bad luck. We settled on that compromise.
"Wanna eat?"
-Nod.
Nothing else to do.
We prepared food, ate, and decided to sleep in our sleeping bags separately.
But spending such a long night without phones like in the 21st century was boring.
"My butt and back hurt so much."
In the end, we both got out of our sleeping bags to talk.
Time is medicine; after a few hours, the awkwardness vanished quickly.
"You're Korean, right?"
We sat around the central light, draped in sleeping bags, chatting.
All we could do was trivial banter.
Of course, avoiding talk of what happened earlier as much as possible.
Surprisingly, we clicked well in conversation.
And oddly, she was very interested in commoner life.
"You live alone like that? Completely by yourself?"
"Yeah. Part-time job, come home, game on the computer till I sleep. Early morning classes, then back to part-time. Just spinning that wheel."
"No maids?"
"We don't have that. You're different, huh?"
"I'm nobility. But what kind of games?"
"Like League or Overwatch.... How sheltered do you have to be not to know these? Even if you don't play, you'd know the names."
She loved hearing about my school days or daily life.
Ronie, who had been stuffy and gloomy at first, gradually relaxed her expression.
The problem was, as time passed, our traits slowly revived.
"So......like school studies... and stuff."
Suddenly, lewd thoughts intruded mid-conversation.
Ronie's round eyes blinked as she listened, but her face stiffened again.
"You......"
Ronie's pupils trembled.
The first time was chaotic. The second wasn't hard.
A brief tense standoff ensued. We tried keeping distance, but unable to hold back, I pounced, and Ronie wailed.
-Stab, stab, stab. Stab!
"Euang, ang! Ang... haang, cock... cockiii.... I hate cock...."
"Saying that just makes it hotter."
"Sowwy... sorry... heuaaang!"
The difference from the first time: Ronie had somewhat accepted the act.
And she felt the sensation of my cock plunging into her pussy.
In the end, Ronie came over and over.
Her sore legs trembling, she knelt before me with a smile that wasn't quite a smile—a lewd expression—and pervert-like, took my cock.