Chapter 370
Chapter 370
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 370
Chapter Title: The White Ants
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“Sun~!”
A little girl clung to Sun's thigh, showering him with an overwhelming display of affection.
I sat astride a log, resting my chin on my hand as I watched the two of them.
In this dingy space, she was the only one who seemed bright.
I couldn't even make out her face—just her silhouette—but her voice marked her as a girl.
If she were a boy, Sun wouldn't have stayed quiet.
Sun noticed my gaze and spoke up.
“She's a kid I picked up a long time ago. Yuli. She sticks to me for some reason.”
“What's your relationship?”
“Just like siblings. What else would it be...”
For siblings, her affection was awfully clingy.
The girl called Yuli wrapped her arms around Sun's waist and said to me,
“Sun and I~ are~ dating~.”
Oh...
“Sun, you don't swing that way, do you...?”
“Whoa, don't say such dangerous shit. Kids sometimes have crushes on older guys. That's all it is.”
She'll find her own partner and leave once she grows up.
Sun chuckled as he stroked the girl's head.
To me, that affection didn't seem like the type to fade, but I couldn't find a reason to point it out.
The White Ants of the thin roots.
A force of just nine or ten people—Sun's distilled essence.
This was what he'd used to leak information and sow confusion up until now.
I'd unknowingly received quite a few favors from Sun myself.
“There are other reliable organizations and people too... I'll introduce them to you slowly. Of course, like in this line of work, whether they're trustworthy going forward is up to you to judge, brother.”
“I'd appreciate that.”
“You're the king now, brother. Oh, some of them have ties to Flower or the World Tree.”
Implanting spies directly was far more efficient for extracting information.
I nodded, and Sun clapped his hands.
-Clap!
“That's it for now. I have a lot to tell you, brother, but today is a rest day.”
The quiet atmosphere grew chaotic once more.
The group, whose faces I couldn't see, scattered swiftly.
White Ants.
Another bunch tied to trees, huh.
I rested my chin on my hand and clicked my tongue in exasperation when someone approached and tapped Sun's shoulder.
“Water King.”
“Don't call me that anymore. Just Sun. The king is that guy now.”
“......Sun.”
“Yeah.”
“There are entities tracking the three of you. Two of them. One seems harmless, but the other...”
“Is dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“It's fine. When have we not been targeted?”
After rampaging like that, it would be weirder if no one was tailing us.
Sun and I exchanged glances before shrugging.
Being hunted was familiar.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I like the warmth of another person.
Unlike the hot bark of a tree, holding someone lets me share emotions.
“...Hah, hah.”
Her excited breaths crept into my ears, sweetly lingering.
Blanche's sticky voice, laced with pleasure yet never crude, moistened my ear.
Moisture clung to my earlobe. Her rough tongue scraped against it.
-Lick.
Wings bones pressed against my back as she draped her armpit over me in an embrace.
Our damp sweat mingled so thoroughly I couldn't tell whose was whose.
I caressed her small but plump ass, and Marronier trembled her legs as if it were an erogenous zone.
“...Don't touch my ass.”
“Feels good? I heard cats like their asses as erogenous zones.”
-Tap tap.
I tapped it, and love juices flowed out like a faucet left running.
“It's true.”
“I said don't... Mont Chéri...”
She yanked my cheek while puffing out her flushed one.
“Hah... It calms me down.”
“I don't know...”
My weary mind healed. Holding her naked body like this could become a habit.
“But why not the ass?”
“...I've gained weight lately.”
“Even if you did, you're barely 40kg, right?”
“Don't guys hate fat girls?”
“The world calls girls like you too skinny.”
She was slim, but not without curves.
Those were the erotic, fuckable parts like thighs and ass.
Or that cute little lower belly pudge.
She used to be so gaunt her ribs showed; now she looked much better.
“Perfect for eating.”
“...Tasty?”
“Delicious. And your breasts seem a bit bigger.”
“Really!?”
“Kidding. Ow! Hey, don't pinch...!”
A joke, and she immediately dug into my arm. Felt familiar—the Sage used to do this to me.
“Breasts are... better big? Like that red girl.”
“What's wrong?”
The red one—Aori, probably.
Aori's were abnormally large.
Her height matched Marronier's, but her chest rivaled Imperial Path's.
Imperial Path's size was bigger than Lee Seyoung or White Path.
“Why fuss over that?”
“I worry I lack appeal...”
“Think of your fans. No way that's true.”
“Should I get surgery...? To what you like, Mont Chéri...”
Magic surgery left less noticeable scars than back home.
But no need.
No matter her complex, Marronier had zero reason to feel that way.
I could tell being with her.
There was no tinier, more precious being in the world.
“Gotta go that far? Surgery means showing your body to someone else.”
“...Why?”
Plenty of plays out there, but I didn't want to show any intimate part to another.
A stubborn possessiveness any man would have.
“There are female doctors.”
“Nah, you'd flirt with them too.”
I stroked her hair nonstop, and she happily rubbed her cheek against my face.
Sticking out her tongue to lick was Marronier's unique affection.
She licked everywhere until my face was slick with saliva.
I squeezed her ass lightly and spread her thighs.
Her swollen labia parted, sticky juices coating my fingers.
“Hngh...”
“Wanna do it?”
A moan bloomed as I rolled the pearl. I pulled the petite Marronier into my arms.
Her yielding body was small but could take me fully and more.
“Blanche.”
“Yeah... It's Blanche.”
Maybe the foreign vibe—sex with Marronier sometimes got cheesy and drawn out.
Her passionate expressions matched what I craved; no boredom.
Wonder what she thought.
“...Cock...”
That vulgar word, far from her pure image.
Blanche spread her labia. Love juice beaded at her tight hole.
“Inside Blanche quick...”
-Squish.
I advanced slowly into the hole, her walls parting. The pulsing grip never got old.
“Hng, mmph... Khahaa...”
She savored the pressure of my body pinning her. Eyes brimming with sticky affection, her hands gripped the sheets.
Marronier's lower belly bulged.
I thrust my hips forward. The bulge swelled and shrank with my cock's rhythm.
Honeyed face fueling lewd thoughts. Marronier's eyes gleamed briefly, lips curling.
“...Perverted thoughts?”
“Yeah.”
Did she peek into my mind or see the future?
Marronier lifted her ass, matching my movements.
“Hee... Ung...”
She moved herself, feeling it fully. Lifting her ass while taking me turned it into me pounding down.
Exactly what I'd been thinking.
“...You loosened me up a lot earlier... Pound hard.”
Unlike other women, Blanche heated up slowly.
But she could take rough play.
Probably from that night she fucked me senseless while I was out cold.
I slammed my hips with full force.
-Splat, splat.
Her lewd cries spread amid the wet sounds.
Her vulgar moans, filling the hotel, shattered my reason.
She wailed and pulled me close. Our tongues tangled and released like ropes.
“...Aang! Ang! Ah... Ah, ah, ang!”
No room for talk in rough sex. Her legs shook; pinned body couldn't escape me.
“Can't... breathe... Blanche... Won't go... anywhere...”
Tears streaming as she moaned blissfully.
“...Loosen up a bit?”
“Harder... Even if I pass out... Blanche is ready...”
Head spun, lights flashed, vision fogged.
-Splat, splat!
Sensing it was too much, Marronier's body thrashed.
Clutching sheets for life, forgetting to exhale, ragged breaths on the brink.
“Kyaaang! Aang! Ughk... Heek. Hngh.”
Yet Marronier clung, craving affection.
Overcoming unknown terror, weak legs locked my waist to trap me.
She shook her ass.
Broken Blanche flashed in my mind again.
Second time since that day, mirroring the night's disaster.
Semen spurted outside my taut cock.
Filling her womb.
“Kyahaaang...!”
As seed hatched, Marronier's eyes quivered in resonance.
Switch flipped.
Her womb, prodded by my tip, shuddered hard.
“Heub... Bue...”
Suddenly, her legs moved.
Clinging without releasing my waist, kissing me—light vanished from her eyes.
Perky nipples stiffened on her dainty breasts.
“Marronier.”
“...Blanche... More, fill me... Until my throat's raw.”
“More?”
“No gentle... Like rough...”
“Don't like gentle?”
“Nng... Like it. Like you...”
She gripped my cock base with both hands, rubbing softly.
The sensation made my hips twitch forward.
“Hii...”
“Like cock?”
“Like... Even lots... Not hate cock... Good.”
“How'd you turn so perverted?”
“...Blanche is always... pervert for lover.”
Thrill from her words.
Context choppy, but her lower half panted actively.
I overlapped with Marronier again. Time meant nothing.
Just hold her to full satisfaction.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Was it okay for the sun to rise like this?
She had National Tree duties. Neglect?
Regardless, Blanche still craved my lust.
“Brhu... Blyup...”
Throat swallowing my cock whole, sucking lovingly.
Semen pooled in her collarbone. Hair to thighs, armpits, even feet.
Body a mess, she gazed up with a satisfied red face.
-Gulp, gulp.
Throat tightened. Even fake coughs, she forced it down, claiming my load.
“...In your mouth?”
“Mmng...”
-Gurgle!
Ejaculate overflowed her lips.
Throat bobbed. Releasing my cock, Marronier licked the shaft, collapsed, rubbing her belly.
“......”
Twitch, twitch.
Too rough?
Her constant “good” rode the mood too far.
Not even wiping sticky white fluids. Marronier just breathed, speechless.
Limp thighs gaped open, unclosing.
Juices leaked from ass and pussy.
I stared, then overlapped her once more.
“......More.”
Hole twitched.
Toes curled tense.
Marronier raised trembling arms.
I lightly smacked her ass.
-Pshh!
“Hnggh...”
Instant squirt. I stroked her head; she twitched, resting on my thigh.
Magic cleaned her filthy body. Only then she rubbed her face freely on my thigh.
“You okay?”
Arm under armpit, I lifted and hugged her.
Body limp, Marronier smiled wanly, exhausted.
“......Not... otay.”
Her hoarse, slurred voice was adorably cute.