Chapter 139: Caught (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 139: Caught (1)
The atmosphere shifted in an instant with the appearance of an unexpected individual.
For Aris, who was currently trembling after experiencing sex for the first time in her life—and finishing it with an ecstatic creampie, no less—it might have been a necessary change of pace.
She had suddenly exploded with the sexual desire she’d been suppressing all this time, so ignoring the aftereffects would be no easy feat. Just as my cock needed time to recover, her pussy clearly needed a moment of respite as well.
Therefore, from the perspective of simply having recovery time before the next round of sex, the current situation was somewhat welcome, but…
“Usually, you spend all day prattling on about divine power, so I thought you were just some innocent girl who didn’t know anything but the Goddess she worships… But looking at you now, you’re quite the sly bitch, aren’t you? Knowing how to knock out a gullible party member just so you can fuck him?”
Frey, the elf archer, continued to giggle as if she found the situation hilarious, walking slowly toward us.
Since it seemed it would take a moment for Frey to reach us, I decided to use the time to leisurely admire the elf archer, unlike Aris, who had her face crumpled in a scowl as if she’d chosen to remain silent.
I stared at Frey’s smirking face for a moment.
Her long silver hair was nearly the same shade as Aris’s, and her eyes held the bright azure hue unique to elves.
However, as one could infer from her mocking laughter even in this situation, Frey’s natural personality was far from bright.
She was the kind of elf whose look would suit the crimson eyes Aris currently wore while sleep raping me after putting me into a deep slumber.
I slowly let my gaze slide downward.
The outfit she was wearing wasn't much different from her usual attire.
As if she were completely confident in her body, the elf preferred to wear sleeveless crop tops and short shorts almost every time.
So, even now, the only thing that had changed was the color; it was essentially identical to Frey’s everyday clothes.
However, there was a significant difference beneath the outer layer.
Perhaps she had been resting comfortably in her inn room before coming here, because Frey was currently exposing much more skin than usual.
To be precise, it was the result of the sudden disappearance of the bra that usually kept her breasts confined.
A thin scrap of fabric, relying on slender shoulder straps, was barely covering her breasts, making it feel as though one could see their full shape if they looked up from below.
Below her breasts sat a slender waist that paired perfectly with her revealing outfit, and hips so wide they stood in stark contrast to that thin waist.
In truth, aside from the difference in her blue eyes, the elf archer’s body—much like Aris’s—was highly optimized to utterly bewitch any male with a cock.
Furthermore, Frey was the type who never neglected her self-care, never missing a single day of the training she repeated daily.
Whether it rained or snowed, she habitually said she wouldn't be satisfied until she finished her daily quota. Like Bell, or perhaps even more so, her body was bound to be thoroughly conditioned.
Thanks to that diligent nature, Frey’s body had developed into a form that would provide immense satisfaction when used as a cock sleeve for a male.
If nothing else, I was certain that many males with cocks had fantasized about filling the semen vessel inside that elf archer’s pussy to the brim with their own.
She had always said she valued her first night with the person she chose more than her own life.
There must have been more than a few males who imagined roughly tearing through the hymen of that elf bitch’s virgin pussy—which constantly stimulated male desire—before thrusting their cock in to the hilt and shaking her firm ass like a handle.
They likely imagined fucking her like a dog until the mind of the elf, despairing over the loss of her cherished virginity, completely broke down, before finally discarding her.
Even I, seeing that lewd outfit that exposed far more than it covered, occasionally wondered if she was tempting me to fuck her.
And whenever I saw her arrogant attitude and the aggressive way she treated those around her, I often thought about giving her a hard lesson with my cock, just like in those erotic games.
Of course, in my case, it was more of a result of my imagination taking a dark turn due to the side effects of demonic energy…
Anyway, if I looked at it strictly from that perspective, Frey should have normally been the worst opponent for me during my life in the Hero’s party.
Yuliana, who would swing her massive milkers and hug me tightly while rubbing her whole body against mine wherever we went, at least bundled herself up tightly to avoid being eye candy for other males, so the visual stimulation was somewhat less.
And since I had almost no time alone with Aris, aside from the occasional light hug or hand-holding during prayer to comfort me, I could endure those insane milkers to some extent.
But Frey, far from covering her body, walked around shaking her tits and ass with her thighs and abdomen completely exposed as if telling me to take a good look.
Since she often flashed suggestive smiles like she was doing now, I was a man who had to deal with suspicious thoughts almost every other day.
Of course, after I realized to some extent through the dreams Elina showed me that the Saintess’s group was planning to screw me over, it ended with me just getting a hard-on from looking at her lewd body.
For a male constantly in heat, the worst situation was seeing the other person not as a romantic interest, but as a female with a pussy hole that could be fucked at any time.
Compared to Yuliana and Aris, who knew how to keep some semblance of a line, Frey’s existence, as she went around testing a male’s patience, was bound to feel fatal to me.
Despite that, the reason no major accident had occurred was quite simple.
Compared to the previous two women, her milkers were small enough to look almost pathetic.
Of course, one could tell just by looking that they were above average if she actually stripped, but it was the same reason I didn't go into a mad heat for the Hero, Yerin, even though I had fumbled her bare breasts when her clothes were torn during sparring.
Yuliana’s were big, and Aris’s were damn near monstrous.
It made no sense for me, who had endured like a dog even with those two pairs of milkers around, to be completely bewitched by a size that could fit comfortably in a palm and resort to raping Frey.
However, to put it another way, it also meant that if Frey’s breasts had been as large as Yuliana’s, there was a high probability I wouldn't have been able to hold back.
“Lady Frey.”
“Hmm? What’s with that look?”
“…….”
“Our sly Saintess looks like she has a lot of complaints written on her face.”
My gaze, moving naturally, was in the middle of scanning her quite thoroughly, starting from Frey’s supple thighs as she approached right in front of me, all the way up to her face.
Well, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
It wasn't like I could make the unreasonable request for Elina—who was currently busy replenishing my demonic energy by sucking and licking my cock along with Sien—to hurry up because we were out of time.
Since I had to wait anyway, killing time by leisurely admiring her body was a good idea.
Above all, judging by Aris’s reaction, it was clear that putting me to sleep in the middle of the auditorium and sleep raping me was entirely Aris’s solo act.
Therefore, now that the probability of seeing Frey naked had dropped significantly, it was much better to continue this observation.
She would remain a foul-tempered bitch who joined Aris’s plan to seal me away forever.
The reason there’s a demand for corruption stories where girls who acted like total brats are brought low and made to lick feet is, naturally, because there are plenty of people with tastes like mine who find such situations incredibly hot.
For the sake of that future moment, I decided it was better to burn as much of this high-and-mighty bitch’s arrogant appearance into my eyes as possible.
Because I was distracted by those thoughts, I realized a bit late that the distance between me and Frey had narrowed significantly.
By the time I snapped out of it, Frey was already standing right next to where I lay, her breast coverings and chest swaying slightly.
A moment later, Frey pulled over a nearby chair, sat on it with one leg crossed over the other, and glanced down at me.
Judging by how she maintained her smirk while looking at Aris, she seemed to be mocking both Aris and me simultaneously.
As soon as Frey appeared, Aris, who had climbed off me early on, stood straight toward the chair, showing her wariness.
“Are you going to tell the others?”
At Aris’s question, the smile on Frey’s lips grew even wider.