Chapter 181
Chapter 181
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 181
Chapter Title: IF Side Story - What If We Weren't Caught?
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Eliya pressed her chest firmly against his torso, then slid her body down beneath his lower half.
...
Honestly, she had no idea what she was even doing right now.
All that remained was instinct. Just going with the flow.
And so.
Her first impulse.
Was to sniff his scent.
She buried her face near Dawood's groin and inhaled deeply.
"You, hey?!"
A panicked voice came from above.
Sure enough, all she could smell was sweat. They'd spent the entire day wandering through the magical beast forest together, abandoned in there, so it was only natural.
But.
...Ah, oooh...
It was an addictive scent.
She hugged Dawood tightly, breathing in the smell wafting from inside his clothes over and over.
A fleeting thought crossed her mind—Wouldn't this ruin all the grooming she'd done?—but the next deep inhale filled her nostrils with his aroma, and she buried her face back into his groin without a second thought.
She breathed in so deeply that the threads of his clothing tugged slightly with her breaths. Anyone watching would call it depraved. She herself would probably react with horror if she saw someone else doing this.
"Hey, what the hell are you—!"
Naturally, Dawood's reaction was no different.
His face flushed bright red as he spat out those words.
Unfortunately, his voice had been too loud.
Loud enough for the presences outside the spirit beast tree to notice them.
"Huh? Big bro?"
Amid all this, that voice rang out.
Dawood involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
It was faint, coming from far away, but unmistakably Talion's voice.
If that guy was there, Peynol was probably nearby too, with high probability.
If the 'devil' saw them like this, it was game over for sure.
He tried to pull Eliya away with that thought in mind.
But.
"Tea-cher..."
Warmth spread below.
He looked down to see Eliya resting her chin on his chest, gazing up at him. A crooked smile on her face, one eye half-lidded.
...
The moment their eyes met, Dawood instinctively realized.
This girl, right now.
Was gearing up for something insane.
Her eyes fully glazed over, feverish heat melting into her exhales.
Without making a sound, just moving her lips, Eliya whispered.
-...Mind buying me a little time?
Her hand was gently caressing the area of his manhood.
-Something fun just popped into my head.
Dawood froze solid, staring down at her.
He felt it again.
This girl, right now.
Was definitely not in her right mind.
"Big bro? Can you hear me?!"
...
"That's weird, I swear I heard a voice... You must be nearby."
...!
Dawood gritted his teeth at the voice calling him, now clearer than before.
Pretending not to hear was too late.
They already knew he was around, and if they searched the area, it'd only be a matter of time before they found him.
He couldn't pry Eliya off with his own strength right now, so all he could do was buy time, just as she asked.
"Uh, y-yeah, I'm kinda busy right now!"
As he said that, Eliya's hand slithered down his body like a snake. Along his chest and stomach, to his pants. Undoing the buttons, pulling them down.
Then, soaking into the earth like water, it slipped inside his underwear.
-...Haaaah...
Under the moonlight. Under that one handspan of light flickering from the campfire.
Eliya let out a deep sigh as she faced Dawood's manhood.
Then, she gazed down at it with entranced eyes.
"What? Busy? What's going on?!"
"Just don't come over here! Absolutely not! No matter what!"
"...Huh? If it's that dangerous for you, big bro, we should come help right—"
Normally, he'd be incredibly grateful, but right now, it was the last thing he wanted to hear.
Dawood answered, sweat pouring down his face.
"No! It's not dangerous, so it's fine! I'll handle it alone—just wait a bit!"
"...Well, if you say it like that... But are you okay? I heard you were in the infirmary until recently."
-His body looks plenty healthy to me.
Eliya giggled softly, whispering to him.
Her hand gently fondled his balls. Her pale, slender fingers traced between the base and his sack, teasing the surface like an itch. It was a leisurely motion. She exuded total confidence in knowing exactly where and how to touch to make him feel good.
Savoring it. Slowly toying with the prey already in her grasp.
And then Eliya's tongue slowly licked the outer edge of his earlobe. Hot breath drummed against his eardrum. It carried a sweet scent, intoxicating like poison seeping in.
"I'm fine, totally healthy, so just—"
Dawood flinched as her tongue probed inside his ear, clenching his teeth to stifle a sound.
—just wait a sec.
"...You sure you're really okay? Your voice sounds seriously off."
Way too perceptive for his own good.
As Dawood sweated bullets, Eliya's tongue began trailing down his body from his ear. Saliva slicked the path.
Cheek. Jaw. Neck. Collarbone. Chest. Stomach. Lower abdomen. Thigh.
And then his cock.
Eliya grasped his swollen shaft with both hands and delicately kissed the tip. The soft brush of her lips against his skin echoed faintly. It felt almost reverent.
"But, where's Peynol? Is he nearby...!"
Dawood tried to change the subject, but his sentence was mercilessly cut off.
Because Eliya had pulled back her tongue just a bit, then wrapped her lips around his cock.
...!
He barely suppressed the urge to jolt upright.
Dawood clamped a hand over his mouth to stop the groan threatening to escape.
Meanwhile, Eliya moved on to the next step.
She stroked the surface caressingly, applying just enough suction with her lips. Not even a hint of gauging his reaction.
Even if it was her first time, she moved without hesitation, like she already knew the entire process.
Licking, sucking, exhaling feverish sighs between motions onto his cock. Warm inside her mouth, then exposed to cool air, then drenched in breath again. Repeating.
...Big bro? You sure you're okay? I'm coming over there!
...I-I'm fine...!
Pleasure raced up his spine in jolts between words, enough to make his whole body twitch. Dawood focused every ounce of strength on his jaw to steady his pronunciation.
Eliya gripped his waist tight, pushing his cock deep toward her throat, and he barely adjusted his crumbling sentence.
"I'm just... dealing with... something right now...!"
"Huh?"
Kah, hack. Strange noises mixed in, cracks forming even in his own breathing. He could feel Eliya's throat writhing around his cock like a living thing.
He glanced down. Even as she choked and coughed from shoving it down her esophagus, she didn't stop.
He could feel it.
Her full effort to make him feel good. To serve him.
...Coughing? Big bro, what the hell...
"It's nothing, kid...!"
...
Now everything—excuses, everything—felt hopelessly mangled.
Honestly, holding back was at his limit. Seizure-like tremors wracked his body.
Not just his cock, but his entire lower half buzzed like electricity coursing through.
His already swollen shaft burned like it might burst. The ejaculation urge he'd been managing surged all at once.
"Big bro, if there's anything I can do to help...!"
Talion's worried voice dragged on forever as it pierced his eardrum and reached his consciousness.
Pleasure far past the threshold made his brain feel like it was on fire. In his dreamlike haze, as he dropped his gaze, his eyes met Eliya's—brain-meltingly intoxicating. The eyes that always sparkled with cheer and energy now oozed sticky sexual hunger.
It had to be suffocating. It had to hurt.
Yet with a man's cock in her mouth, she wore the happiest face in the world.
As if serving Dawood was her ultimate bliss.
"I'm—totally—fine—so—"
Even his own words seemed to stretch out endlessly. Every sensation drifted far away, beyond his limits, up high.
...!
He'd only remember later, but slapping his hand over his mouth was pure instinct.
And with that, he came.
His lower spine felt like it was overheating entirely. An absurd fancy that his soul was being sucked out one hole.
Not spurting, but bursting like a dam breaking.
White fluid flooded Eliya's mouth, excess spilling past her lips, staining her face, dripping down her body, splattering the dirt below.
And still, it kept going. Going. Going.
Without stopping.
...Mmph, hnnngh...!
A restrained groan leaked from his covered mouth. A twinge of shame hit him, but the iron-to-brain pleasure crushed his reason instantly.
...Seriously...
Eliya pulled away from his still-leaking cock, pouting in dissatisfaction.
Then.
"What a waste."
Grumbling, she scooped up the spilled semen with her hand.
And drank it.
Like it was a sweet nectar, savoring every drop.
Even what had splattered on her face, soaked into her clothes, even the bits on the dirt—she bent down and licked it all clean.
Then, with utmost care, she sucked out the remnants still flowing.
Looking up at Dawood, who panted into empty air, Eliya grinned again.
Finally, she planted a kiss on his cock. Mwah.
Like saying, good job.
And the instant she finished, Eliya shouted loudly.
"Talion—! Sorry, can we meet in five minutes?!"
...Eliya? You were with big bro?
"Yeah. I just got here, and teacher's stomach's acting up—! I'll get him sorted and bring him over soon—!"
...
Stomachache sounded like the most ridiculous excuse ever.
But Talion probably sensed it too. Hanging up on her here might lead to something bad.
...Alright, definitely bring him out once you're done! Peynol and I'll wait!
"Yeah! Thanks!"
Confirming Talion's voice fading away, Eliya brushed back her hair and looked at Dawood.
He was still heaving for breath. His face streaked with tears from the intensity. She'd really driven him out of his mind.
Seeing that.
A crooked smile crept back onto Eliya's face.
Ah, seriously.
When you make a face like that.
How am I supposed to hold back.
"Teacher."
"...Y-You, what the..."
"Five minutes should be enough for one more round, right?"
"...What?"
"You still look so pent up."
As she spoke, Eliya tapped his still rock-hard cock with her hand.
Hypersensitive from just cumming, it twitched at the lightest touch.
...
"How are you supposed to face people like this."
...
"I'll take responsibility, okay?"
"You—"
"From now on, whenever you get like this, I'll handle it properly every time?"
...
"Next time it happens, come to me first, got it?"
As she flicked out her tongue again, Dawood stared at her, pale as a ghost.
His face said he could already see his future.
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